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The Desk: Charlie Reid x Reader - Professor AU (NSFW)
Summary: You and Charlie don't fuck around in his office at the university... until now.
Companion piece to:
The Professor - Charlie didn’t mean to fall in love with his TA.
The Holidays - Charlie resigns himself to spending the holidays alone... until he gets hit by a snowball.
Professor Charlie Reid does not fuck in his office.
That’s the deal the two of you made when you started this relationship. You don’t mess around on university grounds because it’s a sure-fire way to get caught, and that would have disastrous consequences for both you, and for him.
The thing Charlie didn’t take into consideration is that you going away to that conference would make him miss you so ferociously. So now its either fuck you on his desk or in the lecture hall, and that will really cause a stir.
Hence why the two of you are on your way to his office. The problem is the sexual tension between the two of you is almost completely unbearable. He has to clench his fists to stop himself from touching you as you walk side by side, trying to appear just like the professionals you’re supposed to be.
The professor and his very competent TA and PhD student.
He holds the door open for you, and you duck under this arm, slipping inside. He locks it behind him, laughing as he turns bumping into you in the confined space.
“God, I missed you so much.” He mumbles, claiming your mouth. His tongue plunges deep, his hands running through your hair. Your satchel tumbles to the floor; the papers you need to grade spilling out. “Get on the desk so I can show you just how much.”
He unfastens the button of your jeans, sinking to his knees as he slides them down your hips before helping you out of them. You lean back, perching on the desk, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he presses his face deep into your underwear, his bristles tickling your thighs as he breathes you in.
“Fuck…” You drawl at the feel of his hot breath against you. He kisses your thighs, hot open mouth things with teeth that nip fresh marks into your flesh replacing the fading bruises he made before you went away. “I forgot how possessive you are,”
He growls against your clit and you laugh at the delicious sensations that vibrate through your body, igniting every part of you. His fingers slip underneath your underwear, caressing your soaked slit, swirling around that needy little entrance as he sucks on your clit through your underwear. You cry out and Charlie tugs off his belt, the same one he spanked you with before you went away, leaving red stripes across your ass. “Bite down on that sweetheart, we don’t want anyone to know what I’m doing to you in here.”
The leather tastes divine on your tongue as your teeth sink into it, leaving your own marks. He ducks back between your thighs, pressing his mouth to your clit before delving lower, his tongue thrusting inside you. You bite down, muffling the scream because when Charlie Reid tongue fucks you, it’s a straight shoot straight to nirvana. His thumb teases over your clit, slow stubborn circles that have your hand plunging into his burnished silver curls as you rock against his face, forcing him deeper.
The ecstasy burns you up like a wildfire, stoking the flames until it becomes an inferno, until your breath comes out in ragged pants and your free hand curls into a fist, gripping the paperwork on his desk, crumpling it.
One more thrust and you combust on his tongue, the pleasure exploding through you like a bomb. You bite down into the leather, keening like a whore into the belt as your thighs tremble underneath Charlie’s touch.
He smirks as he rises to his feet, using his palm to clean away the spent from his chin. He tugs the belt from between your teeth, admiring the marks you’ve left before he leans in close, his mouth capturing yours. You groan into the kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as your hands run over his shoulders, his back, anywhere you can reach to ground you.
“That was just a teaser.” He promises darkly, his thumb ghosting over your flushed cheek as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “The things I’m going to do to you when I get you home Em… you won’t have to bite down into that belt.”
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The Desk: Charlie Reid x Reader - Professor AU (NSFW)
Summary: You and Charlie don't fuck around in his office at the university... until now.
Companion piece to:
The Professor - Charlie didn’t mean to fall in love with his TA.
The Holidays - Charlie resigns himself to spending the holidays alone... until he gets hit by a snowball.
Professor Charlie Reid does not fuck in his office.
That’s the deal the two of you made when you started this relationship. You don’t mess around on university grounds because it’s a sure-fire way to get caught, and that would have disastrous consequences for both you, and for him.
The thing Charlie didn’t take into consideration is that you going away to that conference would make him miss you so ferociously. So now its either fuck you on his desk or in the lecture hall, and that will really cause a stir.
Hence why the two of you are on your way to his office. The problem is the sexual tension between the two of you is almost completely unbearable. He has to clench his fists to stop himself from touching you as you walk side by side, trying to appear just like the professionals you’re supposed to be.
The professor and his very competent TA and PhD student.
He holds the door open for you, and you duck under this arm, slipping inside. He locks it behind him, laughing as he turns bumping into you in the confined space.
“God, I missed you so much.” He mumbles, claiming your mouth. His tongue plunges deep, his hands running through your hair. Your satchel tumbles to the floor; the papers you need to grade spilling out. “Get on the desk so I can show you just how much.”
He unfastens the button of your jeans, sinking to his knees as he slides them down your hips before helping you out of them. You lean back, perching on the desk, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he presses his face deep into your underwear, his bristles tickling your thighs as he breathes you in.
“Fuck…” You drawl at the feel of his hot breath against you. He kisses your thighs, hot open mouth things with teeth that nip fresh marks into your flesh replacing the fading bruises he made before you went away. “I forgot how possessive you are,”
He growls against your clit and you laugh at the delicious sensations that vibrate through your body, igniting every part of you. His fingers slip underneath your underwear, caressing your soaked slit, swirling around that needy little entrance as he sucks on your clit through your underwear. You cry out and Charlie tugs off his belt, the same one he spanked you with before you went away, leaving red stripes across your ass. “Bite down on that sweetheart, we don’t want anyone to know what I’m doing to you in here.”
The leather tastes divine on your tongue as your teeth sink into it, leaving your own marks. He ducks back between your thighs, pressing his mouth to your clit before delving lower, his tongue thrusting inside you. You bite down, muffling the scream because when Charlie Reid tongue fucks you, it’s a straight shoot straight to nirvana. His thumb teases over your clit, slow stubborn circles that have your hand plunging into his burnished silver curls as you rock against his face, forcing him deeper.
The ecstasy burns you up like a wildfire, stoking the flames until it becomes an inferno, until your breath comes out in ragged pants and your free hand curls into a fist, gripping the paperwork on his desk, crumpling it.
One more thrust and you combust on his tongue, the pleasure exploding through you like a bomb. You bite down into the leather, keening like a whore into the belt as your thighs tremble underneath Charlie’s touch.
He smirks as he rises to his feet, using his palm to clean away the spent from his chin. He tugs the belt from between your teeth, admiring the marks you’ve left before he leans in close, his mouth capturing yours. You groan into the kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as your hands run over his shoulders, his back, anywhere you can reach to ground you.
“That was just a teaser.” He promises darkly, his thumb ghosting over your flushed cheek as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “The things I’m going to do to you when I get you home Em… you won’t have to bite down into that belt.”
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𓏵 ┊ jack abbot spanks your clit whenever you cum without permission . 18+
it’s hard to hold your orgasm with jack. he’s too experienced, too knowledgeable when it comes to your own body. he knows exactly where to touch you and how to — and on days like these when he’s feeling a little mean. rough-housing your body around and contorting your limbs into all kinds of positions to fit his cock deeper inside of you.
the head of his length nuzzled sweet against your g-spot — the spot that made you whine to jack, telling him to stop thrusting there because it pushed you closer and closer near the edge. “jack… please, it’s too deep— i can’t hold it!” the pitch in your voice shakes, it almost sounds like you’re trying to latch on anything to keep you from hitting the brink of
your toes curling into the muscle of jack’s traps. he has you in missionary, in the most meanest way possible as your back arches off the bed while he bullies against that spongy barrier inside of you.
“mm, c’mon sweetheart.” jack coaxes in that gruff voice with his crooked smile. he knows that request is too much to ask of you, yet he asked anyway. “you can hold it, i know you can.” he reaches a hand out to cradle the side of your face in the center of his rough palm.
his eyes on you, fixated on that little pout of your lips. “f—fuck, i’m trying— i can’t.” you stammer, hands clutching onto whatever is there for moral support as your soft walls choke around jack’s cock.
“fuck… you gotta at least try, baby.” he groans at the pressure overwhelming his length, his hips never halting as he feeds you thrusts after thrusts. “mmph— i am!” you break into a moan, feeling yourself unravel as a knot of pleasure builds near your pussy.
“yeah?” jack breathes quietly, watching you break underneath him before ducking down to peck at your lips. his damp, short-curly locks sprinkled with silver and brown brushing against your forehead gently as he whispers against your plush lips, “‘m sorry…” he says, rising up, and parting your thighs wider as his eyes flicker down to where you two are one.
your bud is plump and swollen, completely on display as the breeze hits your clit which makes you twitch a bit. jack releases one of your thighs and runs the flat side of his hand down your pelvis to your clit, slightly lingering on it with his thumb to hear the noises you make.
“gotta give this, pretty pussy a few love taps.” he fauxes a disheartened look as if he didn’t want to — though the way he’s swelling inside your pussy, and the absent twitches say otherwise before he’s raising a free hand. causing your pulse to race at the quick anticipation before he’s cracking a palm flush against your swollen clit with a wet whack.
“mmgh— j—jack!” you yelp, hands flying around his forearms when you jolt at the sting spreading in between your legs. “i know, baby ‘m sorry.” he apologizes before going for another blow making your spine arch further from the bed.
“please…” your fingers digging into his skin, and biting your lip with teary eyes. “shh— just one more.” he murmurs softly, but you’re one away from cumming for the second time. “you liar.” you bite, voice all trembly it makes jack’s cock jump.
jack lets out an amused, breathless chuckle at you labeling him as a liar because those hits were everything, but love taps.
“promise you won’t hate me?” he rasps, giving your abused clit a second to recover before showing her some more love.
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★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT 18+ MDNI fem reader, p in v, praise kink / soft dom dynamics, size kink, pet names (baby, good girl, perfect girl, etc), dacryphilia
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Jack keeps you wrapped in cotton, even while he’s buried to the hilt.
One broad palm stays splayed between your shoulder blades, a promise that he has you, always has you, while the other wanders, taming fly-aways behind your ear, thumb sweeping the tears that shimmer there before they can cool.
“Easy, angel,” he murmurs, voice steeped in amber nectar. “I know she’s full. Just breathe for me.”
You do your best, but every lungful drags you further down his length, your body desperate for the heavy fill it’s already trembling to accommodate. A needy whimper slips out, fists knotting the sheets, and he soothes you with a gentle kiss against your smile line.
“That’s it,” he praises, hips rocking in a rich, molasses-slow circle that lets you savor every thick inch. “Such a good girl, taking it all — see how beautifully you fit me?”
Tiny wildfires flower through you everywhere at once, heating your cheeks, spilling down your throat, settling low in your belly where desire winds itself tight and shining.
Embarrassment flickers its wings right alongside it, because he’s cooing at you the same way he coaxes patients through vaccinations: gentle, forbearing, inexorable.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, like there exists a universe where you would ask him to stop.
His hand glides the length of your back, fingers pausing in the dip where your spine meets sacrum.
Too much is exactly how you’d describe the feeling of his cock dragging across that spot that makes your vision strobe starbusting colors, but the tenderness in his voice knots something unsteady in your body.
You manage a breathy, “please, don’t stop.”
A contented rumble answers you, and he plants a feather-light kiss on your forehead, right where he’d lay cool fingers to check your temperature.
He resumes that same rhythm. Slow drive in, lingering grind, languid pull out that leaves you aching for the return. The headboard knocks a soft counterpoint, each tap punctuated by his gentle commentary.
“Doing so well,” he croons when your elbows buckle, gathering you up with one flush tug to his chest. “Hold on to me, there you go, honey.”
Jack angles your leg higher, opening you wider for him, and the change steals air from your lungs in one shattered sound.
“Shh,” he hushes, half-smile curving, proud and adoring all at once. “I know. Feels big, doesn’t it? Let me make it better.”
His fingers dip to your clit, and your gasp dissolves into his name. “Jack — s’good.”
The room narrows to the glide of his thumb and the steady ballast of his body.
He kisses the salt at your hairline, murmuring, “Same here, baby. My perfect girl. Let me handle the rest, yeah?”
MARIA NOTE if being babied this hard during sex is wrong, i refuse to be right <3
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jack talking you through it when you struggle to take his cock...
you’re trying, trying so desperately to let jack in, but his cock is so thick, so long – you feel as if he’s rearranging your insides, when in reality only half of him is inside you.
you pull him towards you, needing the closeness more than ever, because the feeling of being stretched, caused by jack, is making you incredibly overwhelmed. your body is hot and needy, your eyes are wet , and your lips are open because of the moans that have long since been escaping from your throat without your consent.
and jack just holds you through it all. his large, calloused hands wrap around your smaller body; his lips kiss the top of your head in an almost fatherly manner, murmuring sweet words to you nearly nonstop to help you take his cock deeper into your small puffy pussy.
"you’re stretching so beautifully for me, sweetheart" he says hoarsely, stroking your hips with his thumbs while his cock sinks deeper into you, making you gasp for air "you take every inch of me so well, so very well. that's it."
he pushes further into you, and your reaction is almost immediate. your sensitive walls clench around him and your body arches as if you were a cat in heat.
"jack…oh" you moan pitifully, your hands clutching his broad, muscular shoulders, and jack immediately leans down to be closer, to give you the comfort you crave, kissing away the tears that threaten to spill over.
"it’s all right. i’ve got you. breathe, sweetheart, just breathe" he whispers, cupping your jaw in one of his rough hands, and you nestle into it straight away, closing your eyes "you’re doing so good. your sweet pussy is opening up so beautifully. we're almost there."
and when he’s finally buried deep inside you, you feel full – so utterly full. your foggy mind feels as though his cock is no longer in your belly but down your throat. you feel as though you can barely breathe or move, and your pussy spasms intensely around him, tormenting him sweetly.
but jack ignores it completely because, at that moment, you’re the one who matters most; you’re his priority , his precious little girl.
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