content: SMUT!! MDNI!!! small age gap, squirting, pussy eating, spit kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink (probably more i went a bit feral on this one)
three weeks of the semester left, which meant three more weeks working with professor reid. Being an exceptional student, you had been asked to be his TA and help with some of his workload, as he still had his job at the FBI, and you were more than happy to oblige. Not only did you find criminal psychology fascinating, but you couldn’t deny you found the young doctor attractive and wanted to savour any time you could spend together. Professor Reid was only a few years older than you, which made the attraction even more difficult to ignore. This wasn’t just another young girl having a crush on her much older professor, it was a woman thinking about her professor, and co-worker, while she touched herself at night. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flirt with Spencer as the weeks of you working together went on. watching the way the tips of his ears blushed and listening to him stumble over his words as he tries to respond is something you cant resist.
It was a Friday night, you were both sat in his office grading the latest paper he set until it had gone dark outside.
‘a few hundred students doesn’t feel like a lot when you see them in the lecture hall, but oh my god there are so many essays’ you groan as you rest your head on his desk, needing to rest your eyes before going back to grading.
‘Tell me about it’ he replied ‘Why do you think I was so happy when they assigned you to me’
‘You mean it wasn't because you think I am pretty?’ you tease him, putting your hand over your heart faking being hurt. you see his eyes trail down to your chest, lingering a little too long on your cleavage.
‘Well, that was just an added bonus’ he smirks, meeting your eyes before quickly getting back to reading. Your breath catches in your throat- did he just flirt back? Cheeks turning pink, you look back down at the paper you were grading trying to distract your thoughts of what it would be like to kiss the fbi genius in front of you.
“Are you okay Miss L/N? Your looking a little flushed” he asked, walking round his desk so he was now in front of you, leaning against it as he looked down at you.
“Oh, yeah i’m fine, sorry my mind is elsewhere” you reply quickly, standing up and reaching behind him to place the essays back on his desk. You look up at him, closer to him than you had ever been in your months working together. He’s looking down at you, lips parted as he gently brushes a loose hair from your face.
“i should go” you whisper, holding your breath at the way his fingers linger on your cheek.
“what if i don’t want you too?” he replied, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your head upwards.
“i- professor”
“shit, im trying so hard not to kiss you but every time i hear you call me professor i just can’t think of anything accept how your lips would feel on mine” he groans.
“then stop trying, just kiss me” you whisper, slowly moving your lips closer to his. he gently brushes your lips with his before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, as if to gauge whether to stop. you softly touch his mouth with your fingertips before moving them slowly across his jawline and towards the back of his head. curling his hair around your fingers as you look up at him through thick lashes was the final straw for him- placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling your towards him. the kiss started out as gentle, hesitant, but soon any fear went out the window and you both started losing yourselves in each others mouths. he grabs your hips and spins your round so now your sat on his desk, grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards so you are looking into each other’s eyes.
“is this okay?” he asked “do you want this?”
“god yes” you reply before grabbing his tie to pull him close enough to kiss. wrapping your leg around his waist you pull him closer towards you, subconsciously grinding your aching pussy onto his crotch as you let out a breathy moan.
“fuck you sound so sexy when you moan, even prettier than i imagined” he groaned into your mouth as he ripped of his tie and threw it across the room.
“imagined?“ you smile between kisses “you thought about me professor”
“your telling me you didn’t think of me when you got home and touched yourself? didn’t think about how i would feel between your thighs?“ he replies as he starts to kiss his way down your neck, lingering on your collar bone as he gave it a light bite. you can only let out a moan in response, pulling away from the kiss so you can throw your shirt off.
“jesus christ” he groaned, grabbing your tits and gently pinching your nipples, pulling a breathy moan from you “no bra sweetheart? you fucking tease”
“I had to try get your attention somehow, sir” you whimpered as he pushed your skirt up your hips so it sat around your waist.
“baby, you have had my attention from the minute I saw you” he replied while you finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slip over his shoulders. raking your eyes over his now bare torso, you bite your lip as you take him in.
“like what you see sweetheart?” he laughed lightly as he took off his belt and pulled you into a searing kiss. tongues fighting for dominance, you can only groan into his mouth as a response. his strong thigh finds its way between your legs and you grind down on it looking for some kind of release.
“I would love to watch you cum on my thigh sometime sweetheart, but right now I want- no I need to taste you”
his hands find themselves on your hips before he pulls your panties down your legs, placing them into his pocket as he smirks up at you from between your thighs.
“just taking a souvenir” he says before licking a stripe from your aching hole to your bundle of nerves.
“oh fuckkk” you moaned, louder than you should have.
“baby, if you want me to keep going your going to need to be quiet, can you do that?” you nod your head vigorously and before you can tell him to keep going his mouth is back where you needed it most. you had expected him to know his way around pleasing a woman, he couldn't look like that and not have had a few flings, but he was exceeding every fantasy you had ever had. his tongue continued to work your clit as he entered a finger inside your aching pussy which pulled a string of moans and curses from you.
“I thought you said you could stay quiet? im gonna have to shut you up so I can finish this sweetheart’ he replied, finger still inside you gently pressing on your g-spot as he shoved his tie into your mouth. he reattached his mouth to your clit and added another finger, and you felt like you were in heaven. back arching on the desk, nails dragging down the wood as you moaned into the fabric he stuffed into your mouth. you were getting close much sooner than you thought, not even able to warn him before a powerful orgasm washed over you. waves of pleasure coursed through your body as you tried desperately to claw onto something to keep you upright.
“Jesus Christ, you squirted” he groaned, putting his fingers in his mouth as he cleaned you off of them “you taste, fucking incredible”
“I-i have never done that before” you reply after he removed the tie from your mouth, still breathless “I want to make you feel good” you reply, pulling his trousers down to his ankles before trying to sink onto the floor.
“I've thought about you on your knees for me far too much, but I dont think I can wait any longer to be inside of your sweet pussy” he moaned, pulling his cock out of his boxers, picking you up and pushing you back down onto his desk before entering you with one swift motion. you both let out blissful moans as he stretches your tight walls in the most perfect way.
“thought you said we had to be quiet huh professor?”
“shut up and kiss me as there is no way I can stay quiet when your sweet pussy is squeezing me like that, shit” he hissed as he smashed his mouth onto yours. the kiss was passionate, primal, filled with tongues and teeth and moans. he pulled out almost completely before pushing himself back inside quickly, setting a hard and fast pace. you had both waited too long for this, there was no way you could slow down. his hands find their way to your ass as he pulls you even closer to him, allowing you to take him even deeper. you whimper into his mouth as your sensitive clit grinds against his body. he was relentlessly fucking into you now, letting out a string of curse words as he wrapped his hand round your throat.
“open your mouth’ he ordered. quickly opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he grabbed your cheeks and spat directly into your mouth. you moaned while you swallowed what he gave you, his dick hitting all the right spots and you could feel yourself getting close again.
“shit, im gonna cum again” you whined, back arching so your tits were pressed against his bare chest. waves of pleasure washed over you as you came on his dick, squeezing him as your pussy fluttered around him.
“fuck me im gonna cum, shit, gonna fill you up” he groaned, somehow picking up his pace and fucking you even faster.
“please fill me up, shit I want to be full of you” you moaned, nails digging into his biceps as you tried to hold yourself up.
“my girls got a breeding kink huh?” he replied “you want me to fill you up with my cum? get you full and pregnant so everyone knows you are a slut for your professor”
“yes shit please get me pregnant, want everyone to know I'm yours” you cried out. that seemed to be the last straw for him, thrusts faltering as he spilled inside you with a shout of your name. he looked into your eyes, gently caressing the side of your face before pulling you in for another kiss. this was different though, gentle and almost loving. he pulled out of you and sat down beside you on the desk.
‘so, hi’ he smiled, looking at you with flushed cheeks.
‘I just squirted on your face and asked you to get me pregnant and all you can say is hi?” you giggled as he started laughing with you.
“shit, its really late’ you exclaim, looking at the clock on the wall in front of you as you gently rest your head on his shoulder.
“let me drive you back to my place so I can clean you up properly” he asked as he stroked your head softly.
“as long as we can go for round two after, i never got to show you how good i am on my knees” you reply, placing a kiss onto his shoulder.
Biker!Joel x reader OR Art Professor!Dieter/Pedro x TA! Reader????
I have the beginnings of the biker joel x reader story going but like idk if i wanna continue it, especially since i had a dream the other night where pedro was my boss/art professor and i was like is ta and that shit went hard.
I’m Exhausted but I’m Emotional Over Queen’s University So Have A Thing
Aka, I'm in a rut/writing block so I'm writing this to get me going again sorry if this is bad.
Word count: 1032
Professor!Gwilym x TA!Reader x Librarian!Ben
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Darkness had slowly taken over the area, the sun a dipped behind the rows of buildings across the street and cast long shadows. Ben Hardy sat nervously on the few stairs that lead up to his co-worker's house. He had his knees pulled to his chest and his arms folded on top of them. He didn't know what had given him the confidence to come here but whatever it was had left him long ago. It was getting dark and cold, he pulled his sweater tighter around him. Illuminated only by a bright nearby street light, he buried his face in his arms to block out the light.
Headlights shone on his figure and a car pulled into the driveway. Gwilym stepped from the car and his presence was enough to pull Ben from his deep thoughts.
"Ben?" He began carefully before a small mischievous grin spread on his face. "Ben Hardy, on my doorstep? What did I do to deserve this?" Despite the grin, Gwilym still approached carefully, since Ben hadn't stood from his position, only raised his head from his arms.
"Hey, you alright, man?" Gwil's voice was filled with genuine concern after Ben didn't make a sly remark.
Ben smiled slightly at that. "I could be better." He began slowly, trying to avoid stumbling over his words. "I'm sorry, I just- I didn't want to go home and I didn't know where else to go... I should leave, I'm sorry."
He stood quickly and brushed himself off. He was about to leave when Gwilym said his name softly.
"Ben... maybe I could help with whatever is going on in that mind of yours? Why don't you come inside? It's freezing out here."
Ben considered the offer for a long moment, unsure if he wanted to. "Is that okay?" He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to somewhat block out the cold.
"Of course it is. C'mon."
Gwil politely put a hand on Ben's lower back and walked with him inside the house.
Ben stood awkwardly in the lounge room as Gwil fiddled with something in the kitchen.
"I'm going to make a coffee, do you want one?"
"If it's not too much trouble?" Ben truely feels like he was intruding, but he had to talk to Gwil sooner or later, and Gwil had invited him in.
"It's perfectly fine! I was going to make you one anyway, you must be cold."
Soon they both sat on the lounge, coffee in hand and sipping slowly, letting the warmth spread through them. Ben kept his eyes locked on a decorative coaster on the coffee table. Gwil watched him thoughtfully, wanting to let Ben start the conversation if he wished to.
"Thank you..." Ben muttered into his coffee.
"It's no problem, really."
"Listen... I have to tell you something. You mightn't take it well and I understand if you get mad or something." He ran a hand over the back of his neck as he talked, noticeably fidgeting.
"Go for it, I promise I won't get mad." Gwil was worried, why would he get mad? Was Ben okay?
"I'm just going to put it out there I guess. I like you. Like I've got a thing for you. A crush." All of a sudden, Ben flushed red with embarrassment, he felt like a kid, confessing his feelings in the playground to some kid.
Ben set off on a ramble, trying to make it sound more grown up but stumbling over his words and stuttering to the point where it was just becoming incoherent.
"Ben." Gwil tried to interrupt, but to no avail. Ben continued to apologise.
“Ben!" Once again he went overlooked.
So he reached out and took Ben's hand gently. Eventually Ben slowed his rambling until a silence was formed between the two of them.
Gwil let out a breath of laughter as Ben's wide eyes locked onto his, "I like you too."
Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, a smile spread across Ben's face for the first time that night. Gwilym smiled back softly.
For a moment they watched each other with dilated pupils.
The air was thick and there were more things that hung on Ben's mind were still left unaddressed.
Wanting to bring these things forward and confess to Gwilym made Ben flush red with embarrassment and he hid his face again. Nervous laughter erupted from him without warning.
Gwil smiled widely, laughing softly. He tilted his head, "What?"
Ben ran his hands over his face. "There's... theres another thing actually." He avoided eye contact. "It's silly though."
"Hey, I'm sure it isn't!"
Ben tried to steady his breathing and make it seem like he wasn't shaking. "It's not just you that I like... I- I've also got a crush on y/n. The teacher assistant..." he looked up finally, furrowing his eyebrows with worry. But he was met with a sight he didn't expect.
Gwil was wide eyed and red, nodding slowly, though that seemed like a subconscious act.
Ben rubbed the back of his neck again, “I guess I have to choose and well... if you like me back?” Ben trailed off leaving his actual question unspoken.
“What if you didn’t have to choose...” Gwil looked Ben in the eye. His face was painted with seriousness. “I... I sorta like y/n as well...”
Ben was once again staring wide eyed at Gwilym’s confession.
“I mean it’s up to them! If they don’t want to I guess we could just-“ he cut off abruptly, feeling slightly awkward about the idea of a stronger connection finally forming between them.
Ben squeezed Gwil’s hand. “It’s up to them, but I do like that idea a lot.” He smiled at Gwil who felt his heart soar.
Maybe this could work. Maybe they could have a good, healthy relationship between the three of them. It’s not something they had considered before. God, what would they tell their parents.
