Cw ; Aged-up Charas, Pegging, Top + Gn!reader, (strap Or Cock Left Unspecified) Dirty-talk, Reverse

✮ cw ; aged-up charas, pegging, top + gn!reader, (strap or cock left unspecified) dirty-talk, reverse cowgirl -> doggy, implied poly w bachira / verse!isagi 18+

✮ wc ; 894

Isagi didn't think far enough ahead.

He didn't consider the offer in it's entirety - just that you had wanted to do this with him and you never ask him for much. He's not conservative enough to be bothered by a fairly simply request.

And he is more used to other things. More used to topping, and more used to having a hand in the playing field. In relationships he's steady and guiding - he is by definition nurturing. It wasn't meant to be a big deal and Isagi hadn't made it one.

It didn't feel like that in foreplay. The scorching warmth of your mouth on the curve of his jaw didn't. Not your teeth in his jugular, not your hands cupping his spine as you stood against him and held him close. It wasn't a big deal even when you pushed him into the sheets lightly, let him thud softly on the mattress and crawled over him with saint-like patience and war-prisoner like hunger.

You've always wanted him. Isagi lets it get to his head. Sometimes, he forgets that the crux of your relationship is nothing short of unusual. The kind word is passionate.

It didn't strike him as odd even when you laid between his legs and let yourself fuck him open slowly on your fingers. Sure, it was different seeing you like that. So attentive and single-minded, marking the inside of his thigh as his insides softened. It felt good, but you always make him feel good.

Nothing new. Nothing unusual. Nothing to scoff at.

It's only after all of that, with his back to your chest and your legs under his thighs and the grip of your fingers in his hips - does it occur to him that you're really, really going to fuck him.

It leaves him speechless. Somehow it makes him feel small, which is strange because he's gotten stronger since he last check. But the sensations starts to draw in. Tight ring of muscle all loose, welcoming. The invasive tension of something warm and hard as Isagi faces away from you.

He can feel your nails digging into his hips. The thick rasp of your voice as you sit up a little to kiss the plane of his shoulders.

"Slow, baby." You assure, absently tender. Isagi feels stupid. He feels out of body. He feels like his insides are going to melt as he hisses. Being stretched feels funny "Don't hurt yourself."

"I'm okay," but it comes out like a hiss. His teeth digging into his cheek as he feels it ease it's way. He feels you you hold his waist - arm wrapped around lazily "It's fine."

"You're so beautiful, baby." And Isagi doesn't know how to feel about the way you're speaking. It's charismatic "Gonna fuck you so good."

It doesn't feel like anything at first. When you bottom out, all Isagi feels is full. He didn't know it would be so intrusive, so apparent that there was something inside of him. It's a strange sense of contentment that spreads through out his body.

Another kiss, this time to the nape of his neck, both arms around his waist.

"Can I move?"

He nods. Meek and uncertain. He expects you're going to have him sit up and thrust. But instead you stand to your knees and make him bend on all fours. Your hand presses on the small of his back, making him arch before you set a pace. It doesn't feel like something until it does. Your hips undulate slow and and steady - not hard and fast like he's expecting.

You push his cheek against the mattress with your palm before fisting around his cock. Then it starts, all at once. Even though the movement borders on lethargic - it's so pointed. Razor sharp precision on a spot that makes him feel weird.

You're really fucking him. You'rw deep, deep inside of him and so confident about making him cum that it radiates off you. It feels like somethings scraping out his inside.

It's too late for him to be embarrassed, so instead he drools - heady and so fucking horny he could die and wonders cluelessly how Bachira endures this so regularly. He can get his breaths to be whole - just short huffs, erratic panting and a deadly feeling lust coiled around his ribs. It feels amazing, and your presence in it only makes him feel so much better.

It feels so good it's nearly nauseating. It makes his stomach sore, achy and desperate. He's clenched up hard and you're hugging yourself so close to him. Your breaths in his ear, soft and sensual.

"Feeling good, Yoichi?"

"Uhngh, y—yes, yes."

"You wanna cum?"

He nods stupidly. He can't close his mouth or lift his head, useless to the sensation of being fucked so deep he can feel it in his throat. His tongue feels too big for his mouth.

"Then cum," You offer, stroking him with your hand a little harder "Cum on my fucking cock."

It pushes him right over the edge. And Isagi cums but he can't stop cumming. It goes on for so long he goes completely limp. If you weren't there to catch him, he might've collapse right onto the bed. White hot euphoria in persistent tremors.

You're still inside by the time he catches his breath, hand rubbing his stomach and kissing his skin.

"That was incredible." He mumbles, awestruck. You laugh.

"Wanna see if you can do it again?"

NOW LIVE: BUILDING A BOND feat. t. fushiguro

SUMMARY: when your parents get you a job as a psychologist at the prison, you don't expect to take such an interest in one of the inmates.

CONTENT WARNINGS: inmate! toji! x psychologist! fem! reader, smut, mdni, modern prison au, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, clit play, fingering, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slight choking, toji is kind of degrading, oral (f. & m. receiving), p in v, cow girl, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), panty stealing, nicknames (Doc, slut, dirty girl, nasty girl, good girl) wc: 4,117

"I'm sorry—what?"

"Look sweetie, you said it yourself. You went to school so that you could help people, and what's more helpful than being a psychologist for the prison, hm?" your mother sat next to you on the couch one arm around your shoulders and the other holding your hand.

"Your mother is right sweetie, this has been your dream since you were a little girl," your father speaks up from his desk.

"Working at a prison was not my dream," your arms are folded across your chest. "When I got my degree, I was thinking more of a cute office where I talk to children and teens to help them. Not grown men who did who knows what to get themselves in a prison," you slightly yell getting off the couch and standing in front of your father's desk.

"I get it sweetie, but if I didn't think you were the right one for this position, I wouldn't have volunteered you," your father gets up from his desk and walks over to you. He places his hands on both your shoulders, sighing, "You are the smartest, most compassionate young woman I've ever met. I know it's not the job you wanted, but maybe it's the job you needed."

Maybe he was right, I mean these men weren't emotionally stable and it could benefit them to talk to you.

The next day you were dressed in a black pantsuit with black flats, making sure to not have any flashy jewelry on. When arriving you had to go through extensive security, to make sure you didn't have any contraband, or anything harmful that could be used against you.

"You're the new psychologist aren't you?" A tall man with white hair asks you as you're leaving the security office. He was also dressed in all black, but with a vest that had police stitched on it in white.

"What gave it away?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. He tilts his head eyeing your outfit.

"You're cheerful being here," he laughs, hands now on the vest with the many pockets, and you notice the gun on his hip.

"I'm just trying to be hopeful that I can help these men in some way," you say running your hands down your shirt.

"I admire that, hope is not something that people have in here. Maybe you'll change that," you give him a small smile. "I'm Gojo, by the way. I'll be your security guard for the day."

"Just the day?" you follow him down a long hallway.

"Like me already?" you roll your eyes with a light laugh. "I'm messing with ya' sweetheart. Each day every guard has a different place we'll be in the prison. Mine is sadly guarding solitary the next couple days."

You hum in response and continue to follow him until you're in the medical bay. You meet the nurses, desk attendants, and other guards before Gojo takes you to your office. You give him a thanks as you put you're bag down looking around the room.

Empty white walls, a two-person cream-colored sofa, and a white desk with a matching chair. Very bland, but anything else added and it could've been used against you. Sitting at the desk you start to take a look at the files of the patients who would be visiting you. Some have a tragic back story, other don't, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down just as a knock was heard on the door.

"Come in!" Gojo comes in with a long black-haired inmate who has an unidentifiable expression on his face.

"Cuffs on or off?" Gojo questions. You think on it for a second then tell him off. Letting the inmates not have their cuffs on shows you have some type of trust in them and helps build the bond for them to trust you.

"Behave yourself, Geto," Gojo starts to walk out of the office before turning to you again. "Remember, just yell or push the panic button and I'll come right in."

"Thanks," you smile at him before motioning for Geto to have a seat on your couch. He does and the two of you talk, he opens up quite a bit about how he feels about him being in here and why he's even in here in the first place. It's a great start to your day and every patient after Geto is pretty up or down. Either they wanna talk or they give you a hard time, but it's only the first day.

Your last patient comes in while you're fixing all the files on your desk, clearing his throat to let you know of his presence. You're eyes trailed up his body, black uniform pants, black wife-beater, his big beefy arms decorated in black ink, and a cocky little smirk plastered on his face. You look down at your schedule to see his name and you give him a smile then tell Gojo it's okay to take off his cuffs.

"You sure sweetheart, I'm a dangerous man," his eyes are staring right into yours, his smirk never leaving his face. Gojo leaves when you give him a nod and you gesture to the sofa for the new patient to sit down.

"Is that how you see yourself, Toji? Dangerous?" He leans his body back relaxing into the seat with a sigh.

"Of course, I do, Doc. I've hurt people, had blood on my hands. I know I'm dangerous," his eyes are watching you as you write down in your notes, before looking at him again.

"Are you proud of that?" you question tilting your head.

He puts a finger on his chin like he was thinking before letting out a laugh, "I am actually." Standing up from the sofa, he walks over to where you're sitting, leaning over you and the desk, "I did what I had to do to protect the ones I love. I had my reasons."

Before you could even respond, he was walking out the door, "Thanks for the session, Doc."

Re-reading Toji's file, you notice that it says he has a son and a daughter and was married before the incident. Your heart sinks thinking about how his kids must feel not having their father, even more so how Toji must feel not being able to be with his kids. He's right, he has his reasons for doing what he did, even as violent as it was, it was for the people he cared about.

The next few days Toji didn't show back up to the office, and honestly, you were worried about him. That Thursday when Gojo was your security guard again you ask him about Toji.

"He seems angrier than normal, and he hasn't said a word since he left your office on Monday,"  you were looking around the yard, spectating how the inmates engaged with one another or just with themselves. You saw Toji lifting weights in the corner of the yard, he was by himself, no one daring to come up and intrude. "Don't dwell too much, he'll come talk to you when the time is right. Just like the rest of these men."

The next day you go through your appointments, some of your patients opening up more than when you first meet them, making sure you tell each of them that you're proud of the progress they're making. You started to pack up for the weekend when it was time for Toji's appointment, knowing he wasn't coming, until a knock at your door startles you.

"Come in!" Toji walks through the door, head high, and another smirk on his face as Gojo walks in behind him, hands holding Toji's cuffed ones behind his back.

"He asked me to bring him." You smile lightly then gesture for Gojo to take off the cuffs before he leaves your office. Toji sits down on the sofa while you lean on your desk, giving him your full attention. Your eyes wandered on his body, seeing a few red marks and some sweat.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," you laugh slightly embarrassed, eyes staring right into his.

"I heard you don't work weekends, so I wanted to come talk to you before you left."

"Of course. What is it you would like to talk about?" you ask hand clasped in your lap.

"I want to apologize for my actions on Monday. I am not the talking type and never really have been, probably why my marriages haven't worked out." He whispered the last part, and you jotted that down in your head. "You were just doing your job and I don't need to make it any harder."

"I appreciate you apologizing Toji but know you didn't have to. I don't understand what's it like to be here, but I know that this environment isn't the best one to make you feel like you want to open up about your feelings," you smile and it warms his heart. "You don't have to come every day if it feels like too much for you. We can start at whatever pace it is you want if you even want to come to talk to me."

"Thanks, Doc, and I'm fine with meeting every day. I'm hoping that talking to you will help me get on parol so I can see my kids." He's being sincere and you admire that.

"As long as you make me believe that you've learned your lesson about being in here, I will get you parol, Toji," you give him a genuine smile and he returns it.

"I want to be a better man, for my kids," and for the next couple weeks, he saw you every day. During the first two weeks, he was still having a hard time being completely honest about his feelings, telling you small details about how he ended up here, or about his childhood. You didn't push him though, you didn't push any of your patients. Building trust with them is about letting them learn to trust you at their own pace, letting them open up at their speed, and as long as you give them the time to open up, your job will be easier.

Around the second month of Toji coming in every day, he felt himself become so intrigued with you. Whenever you weren't around, you were all he could think about, your eyes that drew him in whenever he looked at them too long, your legs that he couldn't stop thinking about wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you, and your pretty full lips that he imagines is his hand when fisting his cock late at night in his cell.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't think about him that way either. How could you not? Always having his big beefy biceps on display when he wore a wife beater. His uniform pants hung low on his hips and as soon as he sat down they were tight and you could see the print of dick against his thigh.

You always sat behind your desk when you met with your patients, so it was no different when it came to Toji, which made it easier to hide the fact that you were clenching your thighs together to release the tension you felt between your legs. Then one day as you were about to sit down at your desk Toji asks if you would sit next to him instead.

"I don't think it's appropriate to be so close to one of my patients," you smile and you could see a small pout on his face.

"Don't you want your patients to feel comfortable and feel you are building a bond with them?" He tilts his head and you laugh, knowing what he's doing. You grab your notebook and pen and sit at the other end of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He smiles at you and places both his hands in his lap, hinting he won't try anything.

"We haven't gotten into your past relationships. Would you like to talk about your ex-wives or anyone you've been involved with?"

"Like people I've fucked?" he smirks and you shake your head looking down at your notepad.

"If that has anything to do with the person you are today or why you ended up here then sure."

"Sure it does, I mean how else would I have gotten two kids in this world without fucking some pretty girls," you rolled your eyes. "You have any kids, Doc?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?" he questions.

"Toji, we're here to talk about you—”

"We're building a bond," your body leans back on the sofa letting out a sigh.

"I'm just not the motherly type," you tap your pen lightly against the notepad.

"So you just have casual sex then, nothing serious?" you can see the small smirk on his face.

"What does my sex life have to do with you?" you put your pen down and look at him.

"I'm just curious, Doc, wanna get to know you," he's grinning, trying to get in your head.

You raise your eyebrow, "Asking me about sex is getting to know me?" All he does is nod his head and you roll your eyes mumbling a 'fine.'

You turn your body towards him still leaning against the couch with your legs crossed, "Yes, I just have casual sex."

"Is it.....good?"

You laughed a little at the question, "I mean sometimes it is, other times not so much."

"What's the kind of sex you like?" his lip was between his teeth, he's just curious.

You tapped your chin with your finger in thought, "I don't know, I like it all." You looked at Toji, eyes scanning over his muscular arms, then down to his pants where you could see him getting hard. "Most of the time, sex just depends on the mood that's set."

"So what's the mood that's set right now?" your eyes widened at how forward the question was, clearing your throat as you looked away from him.

"Toji—"

"You know you want to, Doc," he slides his hand from off his lap and onto your leg. He was running his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin, your body felt hot and a shock of electricity ran up your back. You knew this was wrong, so so wrong, but it just felt so right.

He leaned his bigger body closer to yours, lips ghosting right over the shell of your ear as his hand pushed off your notepad and pen, making its way under your tight pencil skirt and rubbing his fingers over your panties, "Such a dirty girl getting all wet for an inmate."

You did feel dirty, about to fuck your patient in your office of a prison, it was disgusting, but your pussy has never been wetter at the thought. You turned his head towards you bringing him into a heated kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth as his fingers were sliding your panties over to rub circles on your clit. Moaning in his mouth, he smirked against your lips, "Lemme eat your pussy, Doc."

He stood up from the couch, fingers still massaging your clit as his lips are still entangled with yours. A string of saliva connects your lips as he bends down in front of you, both hands grabbing your thighs and spreading them apart. He can see a wet spot on your panties, and swipes his tongue across the spot, briefly tasting your bitter juice and letting out a moan, "Didn't think I'd miss eating pussy, but God I did."

He pulls your panties down and off your legs making sure to slide them in his pockets, then uses two fingers to spread your folds apart, exposing your glossy pussy to the cold air in your office, "You have such a pretty pussy, Doc."

Letting out a needy whine when you feel his breath against your cunt, it causes your aching hole to clench around nothing, Toji's eyes widened at the sight, "Toji... please just eat my pussy!"

He smirks at your whining, leaning his head down to kiss your clit, "Your such a nasty girl..." His tongue slid down your folds, breathing in your scent, "acting like a slut for an inmate." Your head is leaned back against the couch, moaning at the contact from his warm tongue. His tongue is circling your clit before he's closing his lips around it, sucking the nub into his mouth.

"Mmm—Toji!" your moans are music to his ears as your thighs are squeezing around his head. He's so messy, practically making out with your pussy, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, "Mouth feels....so good." Your fingers are tangled in his black hair, as your rutting against his face, and he's moaning at your taste.

He slides one hand up your body, tapping his fingers on your lips, and you open your mouth allowing two of his thick digits to sit on your tongue as you suck on them, "You gotta be quiet dirty girl, don't want us to get caught, huh?" You nod your head, legs lightly shaking around his head, as he continues to lap at your messy cunt.

Your clit feels tingly as you feel a hot feeling of pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach, your toes are curling, and Toji's name is rolling off your tongue like a song. He laughs lowly, the vibration sending a shock up your spine, "Aw, Doc, you gonna cum already?"

His eyes are looking right into yours as you nod your head frantically, still sucking on his fingers. Your roll your hips into his face, chasing your orgasm, fingers gripping onto his hair, and right as he starts flicking his tongue against your clit once more, your legs are shutting around his head as your back arches off the couch, "Fuck, fuck—Toji I'm cumming!" He continues to slurp at your cunt, getting you through your orgasm, hand rubbing your thigh soothingly.

"God, your pussy tastes so good," he smiles wide as he's licking his lips, and removes his fingers from your mouth. You steady your breathing as you open your eyes seeing his dopey grin.

"You know for you to have been in here for 5 years, you're good at eating pussy," you laugh sitting up on the couch, then bring him into a slow sloppy kiss, letting your hand trail down and rub against the bulge that was in his pants.

"I don't have time for teasing, sweetheart, I'm already on edge from eating your pussy," he groans against your lips.

"Then stand up," he was quick to stand to his feet, your eyes looking right up at him as your sat on the couch. You kiss against this clothed bulge, fanning your breath over it and his head is leaning back.

"Fuck, Doc, just take it out," your hands are pulling down his pants just past his balls, eyes widening at the size of his cock.

"So big," you moan licking the underside of his cock and your eyes are watching his expressions. His lip between his teeth, eyes screwed shut, and his big hand holding the back of your neck. Parting your lips letting just his tip past your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum that was leaking. You swirl your tongue around his tip, then widen your mouth to take more of his length while a hand fondles his balls.

Bobbing your head taking most of his fat cock, he's groaning and bucking his hips into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag, "Yeah, gag on my cock, Doc." He's watching you with dark, hungry eyes, as breathy, deep moans slip past his lips, he's struggling to keep himself quiet, "Such a good girl, with a filthy mouth."

You moan at his dirty talk, fingers massaging his warm squishy balls, as you relax your mouth deep throating him as best you could. He squeezed the back of your neck pulling you off his cock then leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, "Feel like a fucking virgin 'bout to cum in 2 seconds."

Spitting on his fingers, he rubs your clit, then stuffs two of his fingers in your wet hole, you instantly spread your legs, and moan against his lips, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Doc."

"I don't know—mmm—just put it inside me," he's kissing you again before a hand wraps around your neck and he's whispering in your ear.

"Ride this dick," he pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt, you rise to your feet quickly, switching places with him so he's now sat on the couch. He grabs each of your thighs placing them on the sides of his so you're straddling him, hands on your hips as yours are around his neck.

He guides you down on his length, both of you moaning feeling the stretch, "Fuck, pussy's so tight." Once you're fully sat on Toji's thighs, he doesn't rush you, letting you get used to him, kissing on your neck, then sliding up your sweater to expose your boobs, sucking on one of your nipples.

Your rise your hips until it's just his tip that's in you before sliding back down, taking him fully again. You keep the slow pace of riding him, as his hands are rubbing softly on your hips, lips still sucking on your hard nipple as you moan his name. "Toji feels soo good," you whine head leaning in the crook of his neck.

"How about you speed up for me?" you do as your told, lifting your hips again and then slamming them back down on his thighs. Your ass continues to slap against his thighs, the sound of how of wet you are filling the room. Toji moans in your ear about how wet your pussy is, you can't do anything besides moan his name, so intoxicated with the feeling of him filling you up.

Your legs were starting to give out, Toji could feel you slowing down, so he moved his hands under your ass slamming you down on his cock as he started to thrust up meeting you halfway. Kneading the flesh of your ass before smacking it, you let out a yelp clenching around his shaft and Toji's head fell back against the couch, "Fuck, Doc, pussy so good, you're gonna make me cum already."

He moves one hand to play with your puffy clit, and you moan loud in his ear, making him turn his head and capture your lips in a kiss, shushing you. You grind your hips into his fingers and within a minute your creaming all over his cock, squeezing him with your gummy walls, and he's coming right after you. Lifting you off of him and cumming on your stomach, with a loud moan of your name.

Your forehead is leaning against his as you both calm your breathing down before you're lifting off of him and heading to your desk to grab tissues to wipe off his cum. "For an inmate, your stamina ain't too bad," you laugh fixing your clothes.

"Well if we make this a regular thing, it could get better," he's pulling his pants back up, his eyes glued to you. Before you could respond there was a knock on the door, you both look at each other before he sat back down on the couch and you sitting at your desk.

"Come in!" you yell and Gojo walks in with a concerned look on his face.

"Everything okay? You guys took longer than normal?" Gojo questions arms crossed against this chest.

"Yeah, I was just crying about my past," Toji pouts and Gojo scoffs.

"Yeah right," Gojo leans against the door frame.

"I was explaining to him about my past, and it got a little emotional," you explain. "Building a bond with my patients requires trust on both ends."

"Hm, makes sense," he walks over closer to Toji. "But I'm going to have to break up this bonding moment, all inmates need to be in their cells."

You nod in understanding, and Toji stands up, hands behind his back, so Gojo can put on the cuffs. "Same time tomorrow, Doc?" Toji looks towards his pocket where your pink panties are sticking out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen as you force a smile, "Same time tomorrow."

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I’m Not What You Need (But I Am)

Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary:  “When you sit there/acting like you know me/acting like you only brought me here to get below me”

You have a concern to bring to Miguel, but when he hears what you really think of him, he doesn’t let you off so easily

Tags/warnings: smut (18+), oneshot, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, kind of missionary idk what to call it, dominant Miguel, brat taming, orgasm denial, dirty talk, choking, sort of strangers to lovers, maybe a little bit of a hatefuck if you squint, reader is a Spider person, def a bit out of character

Wordcount: 3.5k

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"F**k your fav. 11 tries to see what's best" collection.

Part one - Weird Time

A/n: Hello. This is a collection of eleven one shots. I was inspired by the Gojo art (by hanlutt2021 on Twitter) which was literally called "F ** k your fav". Each part is linked together, but can be read in a different order. Except that the first part has to be read first to understand what's going on. Similarly with the last one. As for the story itself, this is just a smut. As you can see in the title, these are ten tries. If you are uninterested or underage, then don't read. As I create the next parts, at the end of each part I will paste a link to the next one. I hope you will like it. Have a nice reading!

Cw: 3k

„Satoru urges you to answer questions about sex. When you agree, you finally know what he really thinks. There was no big surprise. Until he finally gets the idea, right after sex, that he knows how to find the answer to the last question he couldn't answer.”

NSFW

"Satoru, I will not answer any questions related to sex! What we do in bed is our business!"

"Come on... It's gonna be fun. These are just a few questions. Besides, you don't have to send your answers! These are just questions that we answer!" He groaned throwing his hands at you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him so that you would not go away.

"Satoru, no. We will not be–" you said pushing his hands down but he cut you off with another groan.

"(y/n)-chan..." he groaned with sad eyes. 

"No..."

"Please..." he descended more and more until he stuck his chin into your chest.

"I really don't. We have something else to do..." you grunted as you put your hands on his broad shoulders. 

When you looked at his face it looked Normal. A sweet and handsome face. Beautiful eyes highlighted with white eyelashes. But behind that face was your boyfriend's whole big body. But you have to admit it was nice watching his kneel in front of you. At least for a while.

He had to interrupt your thoughts with his plea.

"Why? Why don't you wanna do what I want? You do not love me anymore?" he asked in a sad voice. Later, his voice almost cracked. He frowned and closed his eyes. You thought he was going to cry. You were afraid that he would cry.

Whenever he cries, he is unbearable. In fact, he does it very rarely, but it is very often unbearable. Even if he doesn't cry. He's acting like a child. 

You hate it when he poisons your life with his pleas.

The weird thing about it at this point was that he was begging for something completely different from what he always did.  

He often pleaded this way for attention or for anything else.

He's never begged for sex like that. When he wanted to, he would just come over and take you to bed without asking permission.

And now... 

And now he asks if you can answer the questions found on the Internet. Plus these questions about sex. There is nothing wrong with that, but there is a slightly bad taste in your mouth at the very thought. Who completes such questions? Worse, who is sending them to your users? Maybe you're a bit curious about what the questions are typed in there, but it's a bit weird after all. Maybe even stupid.

Satoru's pleas continued. He wasn't going to stop, no matter what happened.

"Why do not you want?" he asked with an even sadder face. "You do not love me..." 

You thought tears would fall from his eyes. That's why you rushed with a reply.

"I have no time. Please, you can do it yourself." you smiled and stroked his head.

"You could have said you didn't want to go out with me..." 

"I don't–. Listen up. I love you, but I really don't feel like that." you told him trying to look soft and natural.

"If you love me, do what I ask you to do..."

"But–"

"So you don't love me–" 

"I love you! Let it be that way... Okay..." you will groan as you put your hand to your forehead. "Just don't cry, please..."

"Huh?" he would groan suddenly confused. His face twisted slightly in a grimace. "You think I'd cry?"

You widened your eyes slightly as you looked at his face. He didn't seem sad anymore. He didn't ask anymore.

And you already knew what he meant.

"Satoru! You little–!" you growled hitting his head. He chuckled softly saying "ow" but nothing else. He just laughed. "I thought you really were...!"

"You thought I'd cry to convince you? Haha! That would also be a way. But I don't want to cry in front of you!" 

"You–!" you threw his hands away and walked away from him. He got up to his full height and grabbed you again.

"Come on... Do not do that... You know I had to convince you somehow." 

He pulled you closer to him.

"No. Get off me!" you screamed offended by his behavior. 

As you struggled in his grip, he only laughed at your attempts to free him.

"Oi oi... Calm down a little." he smiled, inhibiting further laughter.

You turned towards him, giving him an ominous look.

"Oooh~ Kawai~! (y/n)-chan you're really kawaii when you're mad!" he groaned, leaning in to place a kiss on your temple. 

You moved your hand against his face.

"Aww... Honey..." he said in a lower voice. "Do not do that... I know you like it." he whispered in your ear. 

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine which made you straighten your spine tighter. Your body responded automatically to his words. 

"Honey... You see how your body reacts to me? You like to be dominated by me. After all, you are such a good girl..." lightly licked your ear testing the reaction. You exhaled harder, and his hands massaging your hips made it worse. 

With his head next to your cheek, you pushed him away.

"Hey!" he groaned with a smile. 

"I'm going..." you said running quickly from the room.

You were drawn back to him. He turned you over and pulled your chin upwards so that you could look at him.

"Where do you think you are going? Huh? We were going to do something." he said, closing his eyes a little.

"S-Satoru, really, not now." 

"You said we could answer questions." he said, stepping back a bit.

"Huh?" You groaned in surprise. He still meant these questions? "Questions?"

"Yes. I did not ask you to answer with me, to go away now."

You looked aside with a little blush.

"Wait... Did you think that– God... No! Not now! Unless you... want to?" you want asked with a smile. "I was going to fuck you nonsense later anyway. But we can change our plans and do it now." 

"N-No! Let's go and answer these questions!" you pushed him aside and sat down in front of his laptop. 

Suddenly he came sitting down next to you.

He opened his laptop and flipped on one of the open tabs. 

When the page was fully loaded, you saw the following text:

Sexual Preference Test for Couples

You thought there was a reason Satoru wanted to do this. After all, it's for couples.

You read on.

„This test will allow you to compare your sexual preferences and also show your partner what you like and what you don't. At the same time, you can have a good time answering the questions together.”

Description not as bad as it may seem. It was even encouraging. 

"We begin?" Satoru asked.

"Yes." you replied pretending disinterest. 

Your boyfriend clicked on the icon to turn on the questions.

Question 1: Who is your partner for you?

You thought about the answer, and Satoru said right away.

"She is a close person to me, and I love her." he said with a smile. "Now you!"

"Oh well... You are for me... You are my boyfriend. I love you." you answered a little without wanting. You really may have trouble responding.

"Okay." he groaned smiling and switched to the next question.

Question 2: What do you think about your partner (character)?

"Soo... I think you're cute, and if you were kinder to me sometimes, I could fall in love with you over and over again. But still I love you!" 

You must have been wondering again...

"You are... You are loved, but sometimes your behavior kills me."

"Next?" He asked. He was completely unfazed with your answering questions about him. 

"Wasn't that supposed to be related to sex?" you asked a little softly.

"Be patient. This is just the beginning of these questions."

Question 3: What do you think about your partner (appearance)?

Now you weren't thinking, you were just saying what you always thought.

"You're handsome. You look nice and sexy. Sometimes you have a childish beauty, and you don't seem to be 28 at all..." you said. You didn't want his ego to grow.

"Wow. Thanks sweetie. Now me. You're so fucking sexy I'd like to fuck you on that table right now."

"You couldn't think of anything else?!"

"Let me finish. I like that you are shorter than me and how you fit into my body. You're pretty and sweet at the same time!" 

His comments made you blush. Did he really think that about you?

Question 4: What do you like best about your partner?

"I love how your pussy tightens around my cock or fingers. And also your little hands and mouth. But it favors your entire body." he said, sending you the most deceptive smile in the world.

"Ugh... Pervert..."

"Answer me. Now it's your turn. Although I know you love my cock anyway."

"Satoru!" you yelled at him to shut up at last. "... I like your face. Arms. Hands..."

"I know you like dick too."

He refrained from screaming or hitting him again.

Question 5: What do you like best about yourself?

"That I'm tall! And I have a big–"

"Satoru!!"

"What? I'm telling the truth! And also that I'm handsome and bigger than you!" he groaned.

"I... I don't know how to answer that question..."

"(y/n), Don't you dare tell me that you don't like yourself..." he growled.

"But–"

"What if I say, if you don't like your body, I won't like it either?"

"I like myself, but maybe I would change something..."

"If you do this, I will keep you back to your original appearance." he laughed. 

"Okay... I definitely like something about myself. Or I'll just say I like myself."

"Keep going." he patted your thigh.

Question 6: What do you think your partner looks best with?

"Honestly, you look good at everything. Preferably naked, but I like to see you dress sexy for me."

You looked at him, he smiled as he spoke. Basically as always. 

Question 7: Do you think you kiss well?

"I think I kiss you perfectly."

"I think it's good."

Question 8: Do you think your partner is a good kisser?

"(y/n) don't be offended, but sometimes you don't get a kiss with the tongue. Everything else is good, but when we are like that kiss, let me always take control. Or maybe I'll teach you..."

"Sometimes you make me can't breathe for long." you said turning your head away from him.

"It's rather good."

"I can not breathe! I am suffocating then!"

Question 9: Where do you like to be touched the most?

"Guess what." he smiled like an idiot.

"What?"

"Come on, where I like to be touched." 

"I do not know. I'm not you."

"Thighs, belly, lower back. And the neck." he said with an annoyed look on his face. But he wasn't furious.

"I see... So I know where I can't touch you." you laughed nervously.

"Now you talk. Where should I touch you?" he moved closer. 

"I... Um... I think I like... On the thighs... Hips... Chest... Neck... Ugh... I do not know... It's embarrassing...".

Suddenly he grabbed your thighs massaging them.

"You like it?" 

"Stop it. Satoru." you groaned as you dragged his hands away. "We continue."

Question 10: What excites you the most about your partner?

"Everything." 

"So fast?" You asked.

"I know what makes me horny. Especially when you act so innocently."

"I like it when you go shirtless... Or after a bath in a towel... Your suggestive moves the most..."

"Oh! Don't be shy!"

Question 11: What do you like when your partner does with you?

"I like it when you are submissive and hold me. Or you do what I tell you. I love it when you touch me like I fuck you. Or you stroke and pull the hair."

"Actually, I don't have such preferences. But I like it when you are in control..." 

"Do you see how fit we are? I like to dominate and you succumb to me."

Question 12: What's your dirty secret you are hiding?

"Oh well... How should I say it so you don't kill me... I have nude photos of you and also videos of fucking you... And I'm stealing your underwear..." he scratched his head nervously.

"You–!"

"Don't be mad. I won't remove it because it's beautiful. I'd rather watch it than any secondary porn on the internet. Now you talk. What's your secret?"

"...when you leave sometimes i'm horny... And I have a dildo..." You said softly with a red face.

"Dildo? Really?!" He shouted with a smile. "How many inches? What it looks like?"

"I answered the question. But I will not reply to your amount." you snarled.

"Come on... I already know why your drawer is locked. You know I can just tear it out?"

"No! Ugh... A bit like your dick..."

"You miss me so much? That you must have a toy of my size?"

"Give me another question!"

Question 13: How often do you masturbate?

"Only when you are away for a long time..."

"Now you answered faster than me, (y / n). For me, you can say that sometimes. When you are not around or I want to provoke you. For this I have this video!"

Question 14: How often do you have sex?

"Whenever I can, I could fuck you all day."

"Sometimes too often..."

Question 15: Do you like having sex with each other?

"Of course!" he shouted. "I love it with you!"

"...I like it..."

Question 16: Do you use toys?

"I don't think I need to answer anymore..." You groaned.

"You use it, I use it... It's not a big deal. But let's use something else while we fuck together! I would like to fuck you with a vibrator while I fuck you!"

Question 17: What do you think of your partner's sexual drive?

"Too high..." 

"Too low... (y/n), I want to fuck you more..."

Question 18: Do you like to experiment??

"Yes. And we both answer the same!"

"I have to confirm."

"By the way, you used to think of a triangle?"

"Satoru, don't ask about it now. This is not the topic."

"But you know... You know Suguru and you like him, we can–"

"Go to the next question."

Question 19: What do you like to do best in bed? What type of sex do you prefer?

"Um... It's important that it's sex..." you replied.

"I don't know how I can answer that." he said, tilting his head back. "I like to fuck you, but I don't know how much it is."

"You use the word "fuck" too often, Satoru."

"Mhm... (y/n)... You've learned something..." he groaned as you started kissing him in the evening in bed, massaging his thighs. 

You did this before you jumped on his lap and pulled off his shirt. 

"Courageous girl." he groaned as you dropped your hips against his clothed penis.

"I think you like me making bold moves." you grabbed his hair with a slight tug.

He pulled your face closer to his with his firm hand and pressed your lips together. His other hand squeezed your buttock and then fought to get rid of your nightgown. 

You pushed him onto the bed and stripped off with a blush. 

"Kawaii." he said as he unfolded in front of you. 

He pulled off his shirt and pants waiting for your move. You sat on his thighs, running your fingers over the muscles of his stomach, then lower until you grabbed the strap of his panties. By the time you took them off his penis, he was already in full erection. You leaned in, placing a kiss on his wet head before you sat on it, rubbing your dripping hole against its length. 

Suddenly he got up to sit down and pulled you a little higher. He spread your legs more, lining you up with his cock, and suddenly pulled you down. 

He watched with a smile as your eyes rolled back due to the size and your mouth opened.

"I said you like a big dick." 

Started moving your body up and down and then wrapped his arms around your body as he sat cross-legged. 

"Here we go!" He suddenly started pushing that to his position. Every time you hit his thighs after you descended, he would push himself hard. 

Out of all the heat, you threw your head over his shoulder and stayed there as you slowly lifted and lowered your hips to keep him from doing all the work. 

"Hm~ You have such a tight pussy~ ah..." 

"Sa-ah-toru!" 

As you got around him, he let out a snarl and thrust you down to keep you still.

"Now hand me over to the end." he groaned as he tightened his grip.

He stopped moving. And you did what you thought would be right.

As your pussy continued to suck him during your orgasm moments, you began to move your hips slightly sideways back and forth. It made your walls squeeze harder sometimes as his dick was sliding over nice points inside you, or you contorted your hips so that your entrance was at a different angle than before. Either it was pressed harder and sucked in, or it rubbed harder against your walls. 

After a while, he moved a little, chasing his high. You started playing with your clitoris. You were circling the sensitive nodule with your fingers, and that made you tighten on him again and, breaking out of his grip, you bounced on his lap. He groaned softly as your insides began to suck him out, and he kept filling you up. 

As he was moving faster and faster, you stopped being tired and wrapped your arms around his neck, grabbing his soft hair. He hit you wildly, ending your orgasm as you lay limp in his arms.

"...I have an idea..." he said as he mastered his breathing a little. "Let's see how I like to fuck you the most."

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"I will fuck you like I want to try. And I'll pick my favorites from this."

Part two

Being MSBY‘s manager for a month and secretly hooking up with Meian (you work for the Adlers)

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of sexual acts but nothing explicit

Well it’s time for a little experiment that was originally Foster’s and Suzaku’s idea at a night out together

“So Samson, you think you may need a manager for the team?“

“Yeah I just want to see if the team needs a manager that can keep them under control if Meian or I are not there“

Both being drunk and having the time of their lives, they agreed to let you stay with the MSBY Jackals for an entire month

So

The next morning you arrive at practice with the Adlers, you also see Coach Samson Foster of the MSBY Jackals standing next to him

Weird that you don’t see or hear the team around with him

Anyway, right before you’re about to change, Coach Suzaku calls you over to him and Samson

With hesitant steps, you make your way towards him

“So (Y/N), what do you say about staying with the MSBY Jackals for this month huh?”

Say what now- 👁️👄👁️

They explained everything together and you were NOT happy

“It’s just for a month, (Y/N) and after the month is over, you’ll be back with us like you usually are.”

Great

Just great

You went to take some of your stuff out of your locker to take with you for the ‘MSBY Camp‘

A month of horror for you

The Adlers are mostly very calm and know how to behave themselves, whereas the Jackals are the complete opposite of the Adlers

Wild, immature and to put it simple, a group of wild dogs, living up to their mascot animal

The Adlers wish you good luck 🍀

Especially Romero as your best friend from the group, tells you to call or text him as soon as one of the team members dare to flirt with you

Have you seen yourself?

As you arrive at the gym hall the next day in Osaka of the MSBY Black Jackals, you take a deep breath before entering

When you open the door, it looks like you already predicted the future

Lots of yelling, Sakusa and Miya looking ready to kill each other, Bokuto and Meian holding them back, volleyballs flying in every direction

Still with a blank expression, you begin to turn and walk out when Coach Foster calls out to you

“(Y/N)! You made it!“ 

Nine heads turn into your direction

It’s a stampede

Questions flying from everyone, from „Have you lost your way?“ to „Finally had enough of the bird brains?“

After introductions, the first week was not too bad

Sure, it’s a lot more chaotic than what you are used to

BUT

Someone always makes sure you’re safe and not overwhelmed by three certain rascals

*cough* dumb, dumber, dumbest *cough*

Meian freakin‘ 6‘5 Iron Wall Shūgo

The strict hot beefcake Captain of the MSBY Black Jackals

Protecting you like a big mean-ass Rottweiler from thirsty guys, helping you out whenever he can, he is basically your bodyguard

And you may or may not have developed a big fat crush on the black-haired Middle Blocker

Unbeknownst to you, Meian longs for you just as much (you lucky star)

After three weeks and a recent win against EJP Raijin, you and the team went out for drinks for your last night with the Jackals

4 glasses of wine and three Tequila shots later, you’re already at your limit and Meian or Shūgo, as you’re suppose to call him, is slightly intoxicated but not as bad as you

The two of you stumble across the sidewalk, leaning into each other while giggling like teens in love

As soon as you reach the train platform, you look into Meian‘s beautiful dark orbs and it seems like you two are magnets, because your soft lips collide with his own

The magical moment was interrupted by a police officer that scolds you both of the pda and to keep it low or at least wait until you’re both home

Utterly embarrassed you both apologize but you can still see the fire and passion swimming in his eyes from your steamy make out mere seconds ago

It seems like you’re both thinking the same thing because you’re inviting him to stay over at your place

The night is full of pleasure-filled moans, heavy pants and the sound of your headboard knocking against your wall for hours

Bless the stamina of a professional athlete

The next day, you wake up with the biggest headache of a lifetime and a body so sore, that it takes you a full hour to get out of bed

Looking in the mirror you notice multiple dark patches decorating the side of your neck

On the side of your hips you see very faint scratch marks

Images of last night filled your mind and you almost scream for hooking up with the captain

Arriving back the next day at your usual team, Romero immediately pulls you to the side because of your glum expression after a quick chat and summary of being with the Jackals

"What’s wrong? Do we need to beat someone up?“

"You know when you are driving and a bug hits your windshield?”

Romero just gives you an incredulous look, not understanding where this is going

"I am the bug.” You clear out

The Wing Spiker still doesn’t get it, so you hiss in his ear

"I had sex with Shūgo two nights ago.”

“YOU HAD SEX WITH MEIAN?!” He screams out

Ahem… yeah

The rest of the team turns to you, looking like a mix between jealousy and disappointment

"Really (Y/N)? I am so disappointed in you, you could do so much better.” - Hoshiumi

"At least it wasn’t Atsumu.” - Sokolov

"Shit, you’re right.” - Hoshiumi

"Why did you have intercourse with the Captain of our opponents?” - Ushijima

"Yeah (Y/N), you slept with the enemy!” - Heiwajima

"Guys, knock it off.” Your knight in shining armor, Hirugami comes to the rescue

Scoffing in annoyance, you give them the cold shoulder now

Thank Goodness Coach Suzaku wasn’t here to witness any of this mess

All of sudden, the commotion stops and you turn around to see a big tall figure with his black and gold MSBY sweatshirt hood up but you can’t make his face out yet as he sort of hides in the entrance doorway

The guys look extremely tense and almost ready to charge like hunting dogs

"Is… is that Meian?” Heiwajima tilts his head and squints his eyes to see better

It seems like Heiwajima is right because the person who pulls his hood down is no other than the captain of the MSBY Black Jackals

Romero stands next to you with crossed arms and a pissed expression while you are still in shock

Meian waves you over to him and you are about to walk over when Fukurō stops you

"Wait here”

You obey and watch as the Captain walks over to Meian and they both head out of the gym

"I hate that guy” Romero bites out as he walks away to practice with the rest of the team

You can’t take the waiting anymore and quietly head to the door to hopefully catch what they are saying

"I know I shouldn’t be here but-“

"You’re damn right! Be glad it’s me out here and not Romero, he would rip you into shreds.”

"I don’t care! It’s not like we are dating and I cheated on her-“

“So you took advantage of her and just left-“

“It was a Heat of the moment! And that’s why I am here! I do want to talk to her! I am not regretting what we did and I love her!”

Feeling your breath hitch in your throat, your face heats up a thousand degrees hearing Meian’s confession

"(Y/N) are you alright? Your face is extremely red. Do you suffer under high-blood pressure?” Ushijima asks you with concern in his deep voice

"N-No I-I am f-fine. I uh… I need some fresh air.” Pulling the door open hastily you step outside and completely forgot due to rush of adrenaline that Fukurō and Meian are standing outside talking

Both looking at you with raised eyebrows, Fukurō pats Meian on the shoulder once before heading back inside

The captain of MSBY gives you an extremely unsure look, almost looking scared to see you

"How much did you hear?”

"More than enough” You admit in shame

"(Y/N) listen… I am so so sorry what happened and if it seemed like I took advantage of you, I really wasn’t! You’re beautiful, smart and gosh your fiery personality just makes my heart go crazy… I know it’s only been a month we have known each other but the more we spent time together, the harder I fell for you… uhm what I am trying to say is uh… will you let me take you out on a proper date? Like dinner maybe?”

Smiling brightly you agree and make plans for next Friday after his practice is over

Walking back into the gym with the biggest smile on your face, the Adlers find it highly disturbing

At the next practice match with MSBY, you walk off the bus, excited to see your boyfriend again

Romero walks next to you and leans down to whisper in your ear

"I better not see you making out with him at games.” Romero growls under his breath

"Shut up Nicollas”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

anything to do with professor rin or oliver omg im having brainrot rn🤲 (btw i luv ur works :3)

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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; your professor Aiku was meaning to help you with your stuggling lessons. And he already had an idea how to.

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"So, Mrs. Y/N."

The mention of your name caused you to tense up, stiffening in your seat as you felt heterochromic orbs stare right at you.

You didn't dare to utter a word, only briefly looking up at the man seated infront of you before your gaze returned back to your thighs, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your flimsy skirt.

"You're failing your classes. If you won't get them back up or get a tutor of some sorts," you would drop out. it was already clear what he would say, your heart almost stopping in your chest.

You felt your eyes sting as you thought about the horrible outcome you so desperatly tried to prevent, big orbs staring up at your professor who's lips formed into a thin line in empathy.

Finally, you managed to part your lips, quiet words ringing in Oliver's ears. "I- I don't think I could afford a tutor. But I really can not drop out. I need this, Mr Aiku."

He leaned back in his seat, starring at your through his lashes as his gaze continued to linger on your face, briefly landing on your almost transparent blouse, getting a glimpse of your bra. He huffed out a breath in thought, eyes wandering around the office.

Your eyes nervously stayed glued on your skirt, heart beating in your chest at the uncomfortable silence.

"I can help you." This caused you to quickly stare up at the man, look of disbelief on your face. "I'm serious. You know, you're a-" he slyly took a peek at your bra again before lightly clearing his throat and returning his gaze back to your face. "a really dear student of mine."

Your brows slightly furrowned at his behaviour, taking a glance at your blouse yourself as you noticed how visible your bra was, growing embarassed as you tried to hide it with your crossed arms, heat shooting up your face.

His gaze was glued to your mesmemerizing face, smirk adoring his features at your pathetic attempt. "Oh Y/N." The sound of his voice made you form your lips into a thin line, biting your cheek from the inside in a nervous manner. "There's no need to be shy. It's just you and me."

This was exactly the problem. Alone in the office with your professor- the professor who was quite popular with his students- especially his female ones. There was never even one day where he wasn't the topic of the day amoung the girls, dreaming and gawking at his handsome self, some even obviously flirting with him.

He loved the attention, he loved it all. But it just wasn't enough for him. He knew that every single girl he teached was head over heels for him or at least found him handsome, including you. But you were the only one amoungst them who didn't try anything with him or flirt with him. This pissed him off, but also made him take a liking in you.

"So, what do you say?"

His piercing gaze made you shift in your seat. You had no other choice, did you? “Alright. When should I meet you-“

“What about now?” Your brows furrowed at his words, looking at him in confusion. He returned you a chuckle, leaning forward and placing a hand onto the desk. “What about now? I’m free, you’re free, so let’s start with the lesson now.”

He let a smirk play on his face as he noticed your crossed arms falling to your sides, shamelessly gawking at your exposed bra. “Maybe we could start with the last test you failed, hm?”

You noticed his shameless stare, heat shooting up your face. Deciding to play right into his little game, you pushed out your chest a bit, breasts now mere inches away from your professors grasp. “What do you have in mind, professor?”

He hummed in content at your action, orbs staring up at your face as he poked the inside of his cheek. He remained silent, hand reaching for his papers until he found your test, the grade ‘F’ in bright red written on it.

His finger pointed to the mark, eyes looking at you through his raven bangs. “We could arrange that to a better grade. If you put in effort in my tutoring, that is.”

You bit your lip, eyes shifting to the door to recognize any possible voices or footsteps, doubt filling you at the last second. “Is it even legal to-“

“Bend over.”

Your perplexed expression caused the man to playfully click his tongue, getting up from his chair. “Oh dear, dear Y/N.” His fingers glide along the wooden table, making his way around to where you sat.

His hand let go right as he reached your nervous form, placing it behind you an the edge of your chair. “Don't you think it's time to drop that innocent act by now? Hm?" This made your lips form into a thin line, eyes flickering frantically around, hot breath of the man right at the back of your neck, goosebumbs adoring your skin as he whispered against your neck. "Be a good girl and do what I told you, yeah?"

With his next shallow breath his hand found comfort on your back, soothingly stroking it, smirking in victory as he noticed your form slowly standing up, hands placed on the wooden table as you stared back at him in your embarassing position.

"That's not bending over, is it?" You wanted to slap him across the face for his teasing tone, huffing out a breath as you leaned in more, slightly arching your back, flashing your panties in the process.

Oliver's tongue swiped across his lips as he caught a glimpse of your flimsy panties, leaning forward until his lips were mere inches away from your ear, quick peak to your temple causing you to yelp in surprise. "There you go."

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt his rough fingers glide down your spine until they halted right above your waitline, tenderly unzipping your skirt, it soon falling to the ground and leaving your exposed to the cold air.

Your shiver made the man lightly chuckle, hand comfortable placed on your ass, fully neglecting his previous movements as his attention was back on the paper infront of you. " Let's go over the test properly."

You remained silent, back slightly arching more in need, shaking your head in protest. He put away a strand of hair from your face, tapping your cheek in a cooing manner. "Cat caught your tongue?"

Your frustrated groan was followed by a wiggle of your hips, leaving your professor rock hard in his pants. "Aren't you a handful." You shot him a glare, desperatly wanting him to continue his previous actions. But before you could protest, your words were cut of by a pleased sigh when his index and middle finger pushed your panties to the side, gliding in the wetness of your folds.

His thumb soon landed on your clit, drawing firm circles on the bundle of nerves as sighs and low moans escaped your lips. "Focus or I'm going to stop." You bit your lip in excitement as you heard him fiddling with his pants, hand now resting on your rear.

Your face contored in an attempt to concentrate, failing to do so when you suddenly felt his angry tip on your folds, gathering your wetness on it.

"Mr Aiku, please." Your hand tightly gripped the edge of the table as he repeatedly teased you with his tip, slightly entering you before going back to swipe along your folds.

His breathing turned ragged at the feeling of your wet folds, succumbing to his desires as he bottomed out into you in one swift motion, whine escaping your lips as your eyes screwed shut again.

His firm hand was back on the back of your neck again, lifting you by it and pressing your back against his chest as he began to move his hips. You back arched more into his touch at every move of his hips, his tip hitting that spongey spot inside of you over and over again. "Yesyesyes!"

He tried to hush you, hand covering your mouth as muffled moans managed to escape his palm, other hand fondling your tits through the fabric. He groaned at the feeling of your walls tighting around his cock, hot breath tickling your ear. "What was your mistake at Task A?" His voice was low and stuttery, low moans flying past his lips at the amazing feeling of your needy cunt milking his length.

You whined in return, lips stuttering as his hand left your mouth. "I d-didn't calculate the cause of- fuck!" Your loud sounds made you bite your lip in an attempt to drown them, hand flying between your legs to rub your clit as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.

"God. Screw this shit." He quickly pressed you down onto the table, movement increasing as he felt himself nearing his limit too, leaving you mouth hanging open as drool escaped the corner of your mouth.

"Cunt s' made for me. So fuckin' tight." His other hand came in harsh contact with your ass, painting the flesh in a bright red. "You like this, don't you? Getting fucked by your professor. What a dirty girl you are."

You could only whine in return, pressing your forehead against the dark wood as your orgasm washed over your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head and thighs shaking at the intensity.

The tight grip your walls had around his cock was all it took for him to follow you, burying himself deep inside of you as he painted your walls with his hot cum.

You felt numb as you came down from your high, whining in protest as Oliver pulled out of you, legs growing weak. "Such a pretty girl. Felt good, yes?" You mindlessly nodded your head, observing the man behind you as he plunged some of the leaking sperm back into your abused cunt, pulling the thin fabric of your panties back over your folds.

"You did so well, pretty. I don't think you'll drop out anytime soon."