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sorry I always felt undesirable my entire life and it gave me kinks of wanting someone to desire me so extremely it's uncontrollable for them as if that's my fault
Teacher's pet: part two
TW: teacher x student, CNC, intox, throat grabbing, cunt slapping, rough play, manhandling, forced breeding, just another nasty piece of writing.
One time with him was all it took for you to be obsessed with him. You needed more and you could tell he needed more too. That was probably the reason he invited you over to his own house after lessons, he couldn't get enough of you.
You told your mother and father that you were going for extra tutoring, you felt like your grades were slipping. Your father was ecstatic at the prospect of you succeeding further, your mother happy to facilitate dropping you off at his house.
With a kiss on the side of your head and a cursory "I love you", you left the car, leaving your innocent nature behind. You walk down the path, the grass neatly cut, the flower beds tended to before you reach his door. A couple of knocks and there he was, standing before you. His suit was slightly crinkled from the day of teaching he endured, his cologne lingered on his body, his hair slightly disheveled. He raised his hand up to wave off your mother before looking down at you. "Good evening, sweetheart."
As he ushered you in, the scent of old books was the first thing to hit you as you took a step into his abode, noticing the shelves of them in his study. He was well read, each book with a cracked spine, not a single pristine one in sight. "Could I offer you a drink?" He asked, spinning on the balls of his feet as you were lost in exploring his house. "Oh, yes please, I would love that." You managed to whisper out as you watch him disappear into the kitchen.
You made your way into the living room, the lights were dim, no television, just a simple radio on the side table. He didn't seem like the type to indulge in television shows or drama online. He was a simple man with simple pleasures. He soon arrived with the drinks, one in each hand, both dark brown in colour with ice floating around. You take the drink from him, your fingers grazing past his as you inhale the scent of it. It was strong, stronger than you had ever smelt before.
His finger lingered underneath your glass as you raised it to your lips, forcing the drink upon you, making you drink more than you originally intended to. Before long, the drink was gone, making your head a little fuzzy. "There we go. There's a good girl." You could feel a blush building upon your face at his words, his soft demeanour was odd, you hadn't experienced this side of him. "Thank you, sir..." You mumbled out, your head swaying just a little. His hand rested upon your thigh, directly on the fishnets you wore for him. His thumb stroked small circles upon your thigh, his eyes locked directly on yours.
"Come sit on my lap, darling." He dropped his voice to a husky whisper, grabbing your thigh tighter until you moved your body, stumbling to your feet before wrapping your legs around his body, your arms draping around his neck as you push forward a weak smile. "Like this, professor?" You question, your ass pressed firmly on his growing bulge. Your legs were open, his knees digging up into your thighs as he kept them open. His hand moved up your legs, tucking your skirt just above your stomach as he gazed upon your cunt. "You're wet already. You wanted this, didn't you?"
He bit his bottom lip as his fingers started to explore the fishnets against your crotch, noticing you didn't have any underwear on. You did want this. You needed this. A small slap crashed against your pussy, sending bolts of electric through your body as you squirmed on your lap. This only made him harder. "Yes. Yes I did. I wanted this. I want you." Your voice starts to slur a little more as the alcohol takes effect. Another slap against your heat, another whimper from your lips, another smirk from his lips. "You react so well for me." He whispers before lunging his lips onto yours.
His lips collide directly onto yours, forcing you into a frenzied kiss, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as it dances with yours. Your tongue entangles with his, your moans filling his mouth as you can't help but rock your crotch against his hand, soaking it. After a heated moment, his hand thrusts into your hair, pulling your head, craning your neck. "Lay down on the sofa." His voice was serious now.
You nodded as you hurried yourself off of his lap, slipping off of him and onto the sofa with your back pressed against the cushions. You smile up at him as he begins to unbuckle his belt, the metal scraping against itself until his trousers slip to his ankles. He huffs out a breath, reaching down, manipulating your body for his desire. His fingers pressed into your side as he flipped you over onto your stomach. "You don't get to watch this time. This is for me, not you."
The intoxication was slowly setting in, surely that wasn't just a drink, you couldn't move your arms anymore, the sense of movement was lost as you laid there with your cheek pressed against the cushion. His hands grip at your hips, forcing your ass to point up to him, a better angle to fuck you in. "Please.. please be careful..." Your whimpers fell on deaf ears, his laugh distorted in your head as another slap was given against your ass this time. His handprint scorched into your flesh, your body was his to use now.
Hands held behind your back, he forced his cock inside of you. His grip was tight, fingernails digging into your skin, your wrists were so small he only needed one hand to hold them back. His other hand pushed against your head, forcing you further into the pillow your face was upon, your moans muffled by the fabric. Your moans started off as cries, shifting into heavier breathing before finally settling on whimpers he would describe as pathetic. "Look at you. You can't even fight back, how pitiful." He kept laughing as his cock ravaged your cunt, part of you wanted to hate what he was doing, but you couldn't help but succumb to the pleasure he was giving you.
You laid there, taking what he gave you, no energy to fight him off, his cock filling your cunt with each thrust. Your wrists started to ache from his tight grip around them, but you couldn't do anything. Your head pounding from his hand pushing down on you, your breathing getting heavier, struggling for air. You tried to kick your legs, get him off of you, but nothing was stopping him. "P-please...sir..."
"Shut the fuck up, I'm almost done." He growled out, followed by his hand yanking your head up by your hair. His hand coiled around your wrists broke their binds, replacing it instead with your neck. He gently squeezed against your neck as you gasped for air, your back colliding with his chest as he fucked up inside of you. One thrust, two thrusts, three trusts. Three was all it took in this position until he was forcing his cum inside of you, one last thrust occurred to push it as deep as it could go. "That's it. Take my cum. Fuck, you're such a pretty girl taking my load." He whispered next to your ear before letting your body flop back down onto the sofa, your body limp against the softness of the cushions again.
He swiftly pulled out, watching his cum leak down your thighs, dripping onto the cushions. He knelt down next to your face, holding it between two fingers, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips. "Such a good girl for me. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well, sweetheart." His breath whispered against your lips, his hands drawing a blanket across your defiled body.
and speaking of riding, i need to ride someone's thigh so bad rn. need to hump someone's leg til they feel me soaking through my boxers, desperate and needy and pawing at their chest to fuck me even though i'm grinding so hard against their leg already🫠
Not enough talk about intox doms tbh. "Get me so drunk/high I just lie there while you grope me" what about dom who hits you too hard because he can't control himself. What about dom who is too crossfaded to pay attention when you tell him to stop. What about sloppy drunk dom slobbering all over you
Partner was clinically examining from behind me while I bent over because I’d been sitting weird and so there was this big red patch on my ass. Showed me a picture of it and within a few minutes it was going away but he was still very interested in looking at it. He spread me open and moved my legs around to see the places where Im always chafing and slapped me to make sure I was reacting. Then rubbed frantically until I was just wet enough for him to get it in. Coaxing me open by rumbling in my ear. “Open up for dad. Come on now just breathe.” It really didn’t want to warm up but eventually he got it in even though it wasn’t slick. He found the place in there that hurts but for him it feels best. Near the end it popped out and he started crooning that “it’ll slide riiiiight back in now. Nice and wet for dad.”
your kidnapper saying "remember when you hated this?" referring to something that you quite obviously still hate, but you've been sufficiently broken enough that you don't object anymore
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sucking his cock after a night out; after you have had one too many drinks and your cheeks are hot, the giggles that leave your lips are involuntary and your hands have a mind of their own as they go to unzip his jeans.
“you’ll let me, right?” you ask, breathless, both of your nimble hands stroking his cock up and down, your eyes latched to his. “pretty please?”
and how could he say no to his most precious girl?
I thought I'd compile all my writing in one handy place for you perverts. This will be updated when I write more and will be linked in my pinned post.
✰ Teacher's pet
✰ Midnight reverie
✰ Game over
✰ Revision with dad
✰ Motion detected in office.
✰ Like a lamb to the slaughter
✰ Your new toy
✰ It's a match
✰ You exist to entertain
✰ The true gentleman
✰ See how she sleeps
✰ Wakey wakey, sleepyhead
✰ Silly girl, you fell right into my trap
✰ Untitled
I'm not adding all the trigger warnings so please, read at your own discretion.
Teacher's pet
TW: teacher X student, slapping, bruising, hair pulling, degrading terms, just nastiness ahead.
The first day of term, you knew exactly who your tutor was this year. Mr Davison. 38 years old, 6 foot tall, hair slightly greying on the sides. His eyes were piercing, his gaze always lingered near you. You tried not to think about it last term, surely someone like him couldn't have eyes for you. You shrugged off the thoughts about him, it wouldn't happen.
The front row was empty, the other students crowding towards the back to avoid being seen slacking off, not you though. You got front and centre, directly in his eye line, craving his questions to prove you've listened to him. Your fresh notebook was laid out upon the desk, your pen laid vertically next to it. The door leading out of the room suddenly opened and closed with a slam that echoed around the entire room, a lean man walking in with a stack of papers tucked under his arm.
"Good morning, class. I hope you all had a lovely break away from classes. Hopefully you didn't drink too much and you were sensible out there." His voice was deep, husky, laced with the scent of cigarettes, only you could tell this last detail. You've caught him a few times around the corner of the school, inhaling that sweet nicotine before exhaling it around him. It was a comfort smell for you now, something you associated with his presence.
Your eyes were practically glued to him, watching as he stood up to write on the oversized whiteboard, his grip around the marker was tight, your mind running wild. How hard would he grab my throat? How tight would he hold my thighs open? How many fingers could fit inside of me?
"So, go on, star student, what's the answer?" His booming voice soon snapped you out of your thoughts, his eyes directly on yours now. You gulped, you were caught out. You quickly look up to the board then back down to your notes before settling your eyes on his. The blush spread across your cheeks, clearing your throat to talk whilst also clearing the thoughts out of your head. "I'm sorry, sir, I got distracted." Your voice was barely above a whisper, your body shaking as he took a step closer towards your desk. "See me after class."
He didn't seem angry nor disappointed, his smile gave that away as he turned away from you. His cologne tried to hide the smell of the cigarettes, instead melding into one distinct scent. One that drove you crazy.
You couldn't concentrate, your hand clutched your pen tighter, leaving an indent in your hand as your breathing got heavier, every move he made kept you on edge. The swipes of his pen, his leaning stance against the desk, the way his eyes were drawn to you now. Thankfully, for you, the bell rang, signalling the end of class. The rest of the students packed their belongings and scurried out the door, leaving you alone with him.
"Do you find yourself distracted much?" He asked, locking the door behind him, the vast room now feeling smaller with just the two of you. You shake your head, leaning forward in your chair. "No, not usually. Just today." You tried to explain yourself as he sauntered closer, his hands now pressed against your desk. "Interesting. And is it with any other tutors?" His face contorted into a small smile, tilting his head to the side almost in a patronising manner. His breath rolled down to you, colliding with your face as his finger moved to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch was electric, your body feeling the rush of lightning course through your veins.
"No sir..." You felt a shiver run up your spine as his hand lingered near your ear for a little longer than normal. He nodded, taking a mental note of your disposition, your thighs were rubbing together absentmindedly under his gaze. "Well. I can't have you distracted in my class. And I can't have my top student lagging behind. Maybe we need to come up with a compromise."
A compromise. The word ringing in your skull, your mind going crazy with all the options it could be. More classes? After school lessons? More homework? Surely. You gulped a little before he could talk again, your bottom lip starting to quiver at the aspect of more studying. "A mark for a mark." He dropped his voice along with his hand upon your cheek, causing you to squeak out in pain. The burning sensation rushed up your face, matching the same hue as your blush.
His laugh slipped out as your eyes began to tear up, his knuckles turning white at his side, eager to do it again. "Is that a deal?" You were burning up now, his contact turned you on more than you wanted to admit, you didn't want to let him down though. "Yes, sir." You weren't about to let your grades slip, not now, not ever. The conversation was stopped abruptly when the opposite hand struck your other cheek this time, your head swaying to the side.
"Perfect symmetry." He muttered to himself, leaning down to take in his handiwork. He grabbed your chin, forcing it to one side then the other, your cheeks flushed crimson from his attacks. The slickness in your underwear was building, being manhandled by him was invoking something within. "More."
He raised his eyebrow at your plea, yanking the desk away from your lap, leaving you vulnerable to his advances. You could finally see the bulge that was growing in his trousers now, getting off on hurting you. His hand rushed to your hair, his fingers gripping at the strands as he pulled your head back, your eyes widening. "Oh, I didn't realise how much of a slut you were. How disgusting." He kept your head back with one hand whilst his other hand unbuckled his belt, the soft clanking of the metal just out of your vision. You couldn't see his cock, couldn't see the way his hand was disappearing up your dress until his heat pressed against your thigh. "You're going to let me fuck you and you're going to thank me for it, aren't you?"
You couldn't help but nod, desperate for his attention and his cock. "Yes, yes I will, I promise. Thank you. Thank you." He grunted as your underwear was forced to the side, his cock eager to take you. Your wetness was evident as his length slipped between your folds, breaking the oath of teacher and student. "We...we shouldn't be doing this..." You moaned out as his cock pushed deep inside of you, your words betraying the way your legs locked around his body, forcing him deeper.
"I don't care, I take what I want, when I want." His grip tightened on your hair, forcing your head back further causing you to let out a pained moan. His hand pressed against your lips, suppressing your moans as his hips rocked back and forth, his cock pounding deep inside of you. "Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You don't want to lose grades from being caught, do you?" You could barely shake your head under his grip, but you tried anyway.
Another smack, then another. One on each cheek again. Then he moved down to your breasts, pushing the top of your dress down to expose them only to slap them. Your body was aching all over now from his marks and his unrelenting pounding. Your body shook in the chair, his hands soon moving to grip your hips. His touch was rough, feeling the bruises building up underneath his fingers from his tight hold on you.
You could tell he was getting close, his thrusts were less calculated, more desperate. He knew he couldn't cum inside of you, not yet. He quickly pulled his cock out and pushed away from your thighs that were tightly wrapped around him. "Get on the floor." His order was barked out, finally getting a glimpse of his cock no as you lowered yourself onto the floor in front of him. It was perfect, thick, veiny and throbbing for you. You were about to reach out to stroke him but his hand collided with your cheeks, not once, but twice. "Get off. Just open your mouth." You whimpered as you placed your hands on your thighs, mouth open for him as he stroked himself frantically in front of your face.
Each stroke edged him closer until he couldn't take it, his cock throbbing one last time. He came undone, his load shooting from his tip as it made contact with your tongue, splashing across your lips and cheeks, coating you in his cum. He grunted out as he finished milking himself in front of you, his cock pulsing finally spent. He reached down and pulled his boxers and trousers up, concealing his body before reaching down to offer you a hand.
You adjusted your underwear along with your dress, taking the tissue that he handed towards you, wiping up his love from your face, your breathing finally settling down. "Good girl. You've done such a good job. Keep this up and you'll get an A star." He whispered out as he reached over to wipe a small droplet of cum on your lips, pushing it back in your mouth before taking a step back. "Thank you sir. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I won't let you down."
He nodded simply, moving back over to his desk, leaving you standing there with shaky legs and the dribble of your juices running down your thigh. "Now go on, I have another class in ten minutes. Hurry along. I'll see you tomorrow." The promise of another opportunity made you giddy, nodding excitedly as you left the room, content in knowing you were going to get good grades this year.
Special thanks to lovely @bjuglee for this idea/request, cheers bug jugs <3
there should be a second pride month in fall or winter for people who have heat intolerance. no other reason.
Shy subs that write the nastiest, filthiest stuff but can't even look you in the eyes when you meet. What happened, doll, should I read your needy messages out loud so you remember?
when you’re running your hand through their hair and they’re absentmindedly enjoying it, and you tighten your fist ever so slowly and pull, and their blissed out smile turns to a moan
Yeah you like that handsome? You like it when I tug on that fat pretty cock you grew. T made you so hung. you like it when I rub that spot, right under your tip. Oh you really like being rubbed there. Look at the way your cock twitches. Such a handsome cock. Now stay still so I can get all of you in my mouth
You boys have been blowing up my phone lmao you must be really horny. All pent up huh? Must be all that testosterone making you soooo horny. Horny boys are my favorite. When their fat little dicks start to stick straight out, throbbing. Boys who beg to be touched and stroked. I know it’s so sensitive, I’ll have to be extra gentle with you.
I’ll just have to take you in my mouth then
cock warming but they press a vibrator to your clit, making you cum over and over and over again until they end up cumming from the sensation of your muscles pulsing and spasming around them alone.