A night out swaying seductively from bar to bar is what you needed after a long week.

After one, two, and three drinks you stopped counting, possessed by the lightweight bliss of not giving a fuck about anything once alcohol found its way into your system.

Inhibitions were lost. You moved freely through the night with your gal pals, destined to complete the mission of having a night so good that it would be reminisced and recounted so often that it’s sickening.

The night consisted of laughs so obnoxious that drinks were being accidentally spat from the uncontrollable laughter, rounds of drinks that came free from sleazy dudes thanks to you guys’ skimpy outfits and flirtatious mannerisms, and befriending random strangers in the girls’ bathroom that you’d probably never ever see again.

Oh, how you loved girlhood.

The fun eventually had to come to an end— for you, at least. You knew your limits, and once the clock struck past midnight, you knew despite how hyped and high-spirited the environment was, the bed was calling for you to check in.

Your friends weren’t ready to let the party rest, though. Some were too caught up in playing their cards right in hopes to get some action, and others didn’t plan on leaving the bar until they physically couldn’t remain due to closing, even clinking and downing shots together with the friendly bartenders.

It’s a pity to leave, but maybe it’s best to not stick around to avoid having to be the one to hold someone’s hair back while they retched and puked once their bodies maxed out, and miss getting hit on by the same weirdo who has been trying to get in your pants for ages now.

Since not a single other person within your circle was ready to leave just yet, you ditched them yourself. Of course you told at least one of your good friends that you’d be heading out, reassuring them that you were more than capable of getting to your home that was thankfully within walking distance.

Sure it was probably reckless to walk the streets in the dark while under the influence, looking the way that you do, street lights being your only companion. But you were a big girl, strong minded despite the amount of drinks you’ve consumed and smart enough to have your location on.

Once you left the dim, sweltering and bustling bar, you breathed in deeply the breeze of fresh air. It felt so nice to finally leave that stuffy joint.

Your phone in hand, purse hanging on your shoulder, and a cherry sucker that ended up in your hands somehow, is all that’s following with you on your journey home.

You felt like an empowered female lead in a movie, navigating the sidewalks with a strong aura given your dolled-up appearance, looking so sexy and confident, only focused on getting your buzzed-self home.

Even with somewhat hazy vision and the occasional uneven, unsteady movement of your limbs, you definitely were still very present and aware of your surroundings. You popped the cherry-flavored lollipop in your mouth, sucking on the candy in hopes to reduce your inebriation as you walked.

But unfortunately, your body still was showing signs of delay and loss of coordination from the drinking no matter how conscious and poised you believed you were.

Before you even realize, your legs give out unexpectedly and have your knees landing on the concrete, your joints eating shit with the sidewalk.

“Fuck,” you cursed, tittering at the embarrassing moment you’ve landed yourself in.

Luckily you didn’t feel any pain from the fall/impact because of your level of drunkenness, and you believe nobody saw you plummet.

And that belief was short lived.

“Miss? Are you alright?”

A male voice rings in your ears. Appearing magically, a uniformed officer steps close to you until he’s extending an arm out, gesturing to help you rise from your fall.

Initially indifferent and weary once you noted that he was a cop, your mind was changed once he helped you up and you were at level with his face.

He was incredibly handsome. The poor street lights and shops with at least one dim letter in the name from a busted light were the only source of light illuminating you two. But his visual was still as clear and bright as day, features so angular, chiseled, and sharp, immediately capturing your attention.

“Yeah! I’m good, just uh, too clumsy.” you chuckled through a smile, removing the candy from your mouth to speak properly.

He flashes a smile back to you, taking note of the outfit you wore. The heels, short dress, and cleavage on proud display tells him that you’re coming from clubbing or bar hopping. What surprised him is what is a gorgeous girl like yourself doing out here by your lonesome self?

“You know it’s dangerous for a lady like yourself to be out late alone. Where you coming from?” he nods, arms crossed.

You pick up on the slight playfulness of his tone, still smiling as he spoke. He seemed a little young to be a cop, around your age.

“I had some drinks with my friends. I was just heading home.” you tell him, hoping that he doesn’t write you up for something, still on your toes when talking to this authoritative figure despite how you’re thinking that he must be the man of your dreams.

“And your friends let you walk alone? At this hour?” It doesn’t make sense to him how they’d let you go home by yourself, knowing that you should always remain in a pack— or you’d at least have a partner take you home.

“It’s okay! I live pretty close by so it’s no trouble.” You’ve walked alone plenty of times, whether high, drunk, or sober, and made it to your destination just fine. So, you really think there isn’t any cause for concern.

That still didn’t sit right with him. The cases he’s seen and heard that happened to women alone, when they least expected it, is terrible and disturbing. There was no way in hell he’d allow for you to walk home.

“Well… I hate to pry but as an officer, you’ve clearly had a decent amount to drink. And I don’t think in any situation it’s safe for you to walk by yourself right now.” he frowns, tone serious.

You just stare at him dumbly, like you’re a child being scolded. Ending your group’s night because you were ready to go home even if they weren’t didn’t feel right. And you were too much of a cheapskate to get an uber, not to mention you’d have to ride solo in the vehicle.

There was no other option, you thought.

“I could give you a ride home.”

The offer is thrown in front of you, leaving you speechless for a bit as he didn’t hesitate. This handsome cop was offering you a lift?

“Are you sure? Aren’t you like, on the clock?” you replied, not wanting to be a burden. Also, you really don’t know if you’ll be able to handle sitting in vehicle next to Mr. Hunk over here.

He titters, arms still crossed, eyes sparkling with amusement from your words.

“Hon, this is my job.”

The sudden pet name catches you off guard, heat creeping up and spreading from your neck up into your ears and across your cheeks.

You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or just being polite, but it has you smiling regardless, geeking over this interaction.

“Okay… Officer Sohn.” your pupils dart to the name tag worn on his chest, giving it a read.

Coming from your sweet voice, it makes him more cocky and excited than he’d like to admit. Yeah, it was technically how he’s addressed on the regular, but the title coming from your pretty lips, looking the way you do is… enticing.

“You can call me Eric. No need to be formal.” he tries his best to remain composed, trying to remain polite and hopefully isn’t coming across as too eager given his duty.

“And yours?” he adds.

“Hm? Oh, my name— Y/n.”

The corners of his lips turn upwards at that, testing out the name with his inner voice. Sounds lovely to his ears.

“Well Y/n, let’s get you home safe.”

Following the introductions, he extends out one of his arms, gesturing for you to grab onto it.

That leads your expression to appear puzzled, hesitant to reach out.

“Better hold onto me so you don’t fall, yeah?” he smirks, insisting and not looking like he’ll take ‘no’ for an answer.

Although unsure, you can’t possibly deny the request of a cop— especially a hot one. You end up linking arms, clutching onto his bicep, blushing like a bitch when you can feel how ripped he is through his uniform.

You awkwardly hold onto his large muscle during the short walk to his car, popping back the lolly into your mouth to keep you occupied and grounded from the close proximity with him.

It’s crazy, really. Perhaps pretty privilege led you to be escorted and taken care of, or maybe men are just too easy, even if they’re respected officials. Or… maybe he was just a decent human being doing his job.

Either freaking-way, you couldn’t wait to tell your friends the shit you got into tonight.

Once you two arrived at his vehicle, he led you to the passenger side, opening the door for you like a gentleman and helping you slide on in. The kind gesture has your heart beating like crazy, skipping from the princess treatment and from being in a police car for the first time— thankfully, not for the wrong reasons.

With the giddiness and anxious-thrill inside you, you find yourself fiddling around and fidgeting. While Eric went around to get to his side and all situated, your hands got busy mindlessly with smoothing over your dress and fingers twirling with the ends of your hair.

You even begin to feel a little self conscious and too aware of the low-cut, revealing dress that accentuates your body, eyes scanning yourself to ensure your boobs hadn’t fallen out or your dress wasn’t hiked up too much.

Your eyes pause and inspect closely when they land on one of your knees, noticing a mild abrasion, smudged red with a dot of blood that threatened to trail down. Luckily it wasn’t large or bleeding like crazy, but your knee was still scraped nonetheless.

“Oh, shit, I’m bleeding.” you uttered aloud, not panicking as it was minor, but still confused as to how you just now realized.

Ignoring starting the car, Eric whips his head towards you, vision falling down to where your eyes peered.

Despite your small giggles, not caring about the small injury, Eric grimaces. It should’ve been no surprise considering you came in contact with the ground pretty hard.

“I have a first-aid kit; I gotchu.” he says, face serious as he reaches over to your side, mumbling an ‘excuse me’ as he pulls the glove compartment open, taking out said-kit.

You’re observant in his movements as he pulls out some sort of antibiotic ointment and other essentials, kindly telling you to angle your knee towards him.

You comply, but since it’s your right knee, out of reach to treat properly, he still can’t get to it in the correct manner under these circumstances.

“Uh, do you mind extending your leg out? It’s kinda hard like this.” he gives you a sheepish smile, pressing his lips together after asking the question.

Given your level of tipsiness and how keen he is on helping you out, you shift in your seat and face your entire body towards him to lift your leg upwards with no reluctance, crossing it over.

Although awkward given the setting and having known him for maybe less than twenty minutes, there’s no issue. If anything, you’re flattered by the treatment you’ve received thus far. He must really take his job seriously.

The weight of your leg rested on his lap, settled nicely. Now accessible, he uses a q-tip that was dotted with a generous amount of ointment and spreads the cream on your scrape with a light hand, cleaning the skin so there isn’t risk for infection.

His touch was so gentle, feeling so faint and not even stinging— thanks to the alcohol in your system numbing you from feeling any pain. Though, you’d probably be feeling the impact you faced with the ground once that hangover kicks in.

Absentmindedly, he gives your bare leg some light strokes with the pad of his thumb of his free hand. It’s beyond sweet and soothing; You don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it. But you’re so aware of everything that’s happening, eyes trained on the way he cleans you up, and even taking a few sneaky glances up to his focused features.

The interior car light shines just enough for the purpose of aiding you well, but you use it for your own purpose of ogling at him some more.

With the lollipop still stirring in your mouth, your mind and eyes lust over the officer tending to you. Those orbs of yours watch how delicate his hands are when swabbing and dabbing your knee, heart beating in fondness for your prince charming of the night that came one in a million.

Despite the coldness and ruggedness his uniform exuded, his protective and nurturing behavior outshined that. You thought it was hot, seeing how he hasn’t hesitated so far with wanting to help you, being so soft with you knowing that these very hands knew how to use a gun and handcuffed criminals.

Saliva collected in your mouth while viewing him patch you up. Sure it was definitely from the sugary candy that you’ve been consistently sucking on, but the sugar wasn’t the only thing giving you a rush.

Somehow someway, you needed to have a taste of this man in front of you.

“There.” he says after sticking and patting a bandaid over the scratched skin, cueing you to take the weight off him and situate yourself back to normal.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do all that.” you smiled, charmed as your fingertips trace the plaster.

He chuckles, offering you a million dollar toothy-smile, emerging butterflies in your stomach to flutter in glee, swearing something else is fluttering where it’s not supposed to in between your legs.

“It’s no problem, sweetheart. All better now, see?” he signals with his chin to your knee, making you practically melt in your seat at the usage of yet another pet name.

As he started the car and asked for directions to your place, in the back of your mind resided sinful ideas and thoughts of how you were dying to let him take care of you in other ways.

Oh how easier it would be if people could read each other’s minds. Because if were possible, you’d come to discover that he was also battling in taming his own impure thoughts regarding you.

Small talk was being attempted at during the short drive, but truthfully, Eric was finding difficulty in listening to a single thing you said.

In between talking, you’d look off out the window, into the night and street lights. He wondered what thoughts brewed in your mind. Maybe you were just soaking up the experience of riding in a vehicle that made most people duck and shoot up middle fingers upon sight.

And yeah, you were soaking up the thrill of cruising in a car that you’d never thought you’d be parked in, but your mind was mainly stuck on delusions of getting banged hard by the fine-as-fuck officer who you believed was just showing you courtesy in regards to how you ended up here.

That officer was currently finding it difficult to maintain his composure, as it seemed like every little thing you were doing just made you even more tempting.

It was charming every time you’d toss some hair that swooped over and threatened to hide your face, tucking strands behind your ear probably more than necessary.

It was charming when you’d turn over to him when he spoke, nodding your head and humming along as he made conversation. Your eyes gleamed, wide-eyed with interest and no signs of weariness considering the late night fun you’ve had. Even in the darkness your face glowed, passing dull-lit street lights and the ocasional stop lights that gave you extra shine and clarity, making his heart almost burst into the dashboard.

It was charming the way your eyes were incapable of just staying on him as you spoke, roaming from side to side as if you’re trying to search for the proper words to finish your sentences, chuckling in between as you’d stutter or go blank while thinking.

Now, it wasn’t charming when your mouth was still busy with the lollipop you’ve had since he first saw you. No. It was agonizing seeing and listening to you suck on that shit greedily.

That damn candy swirled around your tongue, red plump lips wrapped around the sucker to soak out the fruity, sugared taste until you were left with nothing but the stick.

What killed him especially is when a smacking sound would leave your lips as you popped the lolly from your mouth.

Boy, was that enough for his mind to go to the gutter.

The attention and suction your mouth had on the candy was a test to his control and patience. While his hands remained firmly on the wheel and he responded to you like a normal person, the subtle but audible sounds of your lolly getting stroked by your mouth and occasionally click against your teeth, and his peripheral view of your being merely existing was already enough for it to get to his head— oh, and the other one between his legs.

After all, he was a man. A man with perverted thoughts, trying his best to focus on what you were saying and the roads he drives on, shifting uncomfortably as he feels his cock has gotten awfully strained.

He mentally thanks God when he arrives at your destination, for he didn’t think he could go another minute without pulling over and and have you lick on something else. That’d be absolutely ridiculous though. He couldn’t possibly do that.

It’s a shame once he parks the car though, that he realizes this might be the last he’ll be seeing of you ever. Jumping some sort of flirtatious move on you or even asking for your number seemed too out of line. There’s a particular front he has to uphold that doesn’t allow room for fucking and flirting around on-duty.

Oh, well. Guess he’d just have to settle for jerking off later to his imagination and some mediocre porn.

“Thank you so much for taking me home. I appreciate it so much.” you smile at him kindly, a hand clutched on the strap of your purse and the lollipop now just left as a saliva-soaked stick.

“Like I said, it’s no problem. Happy to be of service.” a closed-lip smile is sent in your direction, making your own only grow bigger.

This is the part where you should bid him goodbye and part ways now that he’s done what he’s supposed to do, but something inside is gnawing at you to prolong the conversation and time together.

“I probably shouldn’t say this…” you began, laughing at what you were wanting to say, pausing in hesitation, “Usually I don’t fuck with cops, but you’re really sweet. Seriously, thank you for going out of your way to make sure I got home safe.”

He titters and shakes his head at himself, believing for a second that you were heading towards a different route with your words. Shame on him.

I ‘preciate it. No girl should be out alone.”

“Some other cop probably would’ve arrested me for being drunk on the street or something.” you scoffed at the thought, and so did he in turn.

“A lot of them are shitty, i’m not gonna lie. I get it, y’know?”

Of course he was well aware of the barbaric behavior some cops had, abusing their position of power and committing inhumane actions. He watches the news and works in the environment filled with people who shouldn’t have even gotten the job. It shouldn’t be rocket science to act like a decent person, free of biases and not use excessive force when unethical.

“Yeah, but you’re alright, Officer Sohn.” you tell him, head tipped slightly over, your eyes and tone coated in flirtation.

Your approval has him smirking, especially when you referred to him as ‘officer’ again. That and the way your orbs remained fixed on him, kittenish look that appears to be seductive, especially with your body leaning towards his seat has him straining to contain himself.

“Good to know, sweetheart.” it’s only instinct for him to hit you hard and soft, rolling that pet name once more off his tongue.

You do your best to suppress a laugh, tickled by his evident effort of matching your energy.

You can’t tell if he speaks like this to all the girls, or if he’s just being friendly. But judging by the way he looks like he’s holding himself back like a starved animal, wetting his lips with his tongue and eyes gleaming with perversity, it’s giving you confidence and courage to act on your horny thoughts.

Tension hangs heavy, filing the car and practically suffocating the both of you. There’s no desire in you to leave his vehicle, and he doesn’t want you to go just yet based off the yearning look in his eyes.

“Can I do any favor for you? Or repay you somehow? I know it’s your job, but I feel like I owe you one.” there’s a certain pitch and tone in your voice. It wasn’t exaggerated per se, but it came out sultry with a dash of something whiny.

You needed him to know what you were about. And what you needed simply put, is to get fucked by him.

In Eric’s mind, you were starting to come across more inviting with your body language and with the way you spoke. It was up to him on whether or not he responds to your teasing. He really shouldn’t, but with the way your breasts were tightly squeezed by your dress and emphasized by your arms pushing then together subconsciously, head still leaned back and tilted his way while you look at him like he was a daring game you wanted to play so bad… he’d fumble awfully hard if he didn’t accept your advances.

“Please?” you insisted, begging through every blink of your dark lashes. In turn he scoffs with his tongue poking at his cheek, amused at how much bolder you’re getting.

Honestly, it’s really attractive as fuck. He’s no amateur in being able to read sexual undertones. With your suggestive words and passes, he thinks he ought to ‘fuck around and find out.’

“Maybe we could both get something out of it.”boldly, a hand of yours ends up on his thigh, which is red hot and startles his entire body— but in a good way.

You’re also burning inside from the risky move, but confidence prevails when you see him swallow thickly, giving you a look that tells you you’re starting something that’ll be hard for him to hold out against.

As you look at each other through strong, gravitating gazes, it’s mutual recognition that there’s no way you’d be leaving without seeing the good cop switch to play bad with you.

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Minutes later, you’ve found your way into his lap.

Clothes had been yanked and unbuttoned off, flung up front without second thought. In no time, you both became handsy in exploring each other’s bodies, throbbing with eager to feel one another.

When he ripped open the condom packet with his teeth, pulled it snug over his hard, leaking cock, and you finally felt his girth break into you, you practically cried at how he fit like a glove.

Groans and low moans filled the car, your body lurching forward to dive into his lips with him accepting you just as greedily.

Teeth clashed together and breaths became heavier as you each went at it with relentlessly chasing for one another’s plump appendage. Your hips rolled into his body, his cock beating with fervor inside your warm hole.

Eric had a gentle but firm grip on your neck with his right hand, his mouth feening to pull and suck at your lips, movements sloppy and frantic from impatience to meet with your lavishly luscious lips, displaying the pent-up tension he had since meeting you.

You tasted so sweet from the cherry lolly, making him salivate like a dog from how juicy and delicious you tasted. He couldn’t help himself seeking for your red-stained tongue, swirling and twirling his own against it, sounds needy with every passing and brushing.

The rate you were moving at was filthy. He sucks gently on your lower lip before parting, his own lips dragging out a string of saliva after breaking contact, only making you pant for more.

“This what you wanted? Huh, baby?” his voice is a mixture of sultry, low, and breathy as he searches your eyes with a dangerous look, licking at his lips that are tainted a blotted red color from practically eating your lipstick off.

His hand is still on your neck, stroking your pulse point with his thumb, smirking when he can feel it racing.

He takes in your glossy, lusted eyes, expression breathless, smudged lips slightly parted beautifully. Your fingers threaded and clung to his hair, fighting to hide your face in his neck or look away at the question.

“You just let anyone have this precious pussy?” he teases some more, hands finding themselves feeling every inch of your flesh, from your collarbones, back, hips, and ass— he savors all of it, giving your body sweet squeezes in between the gawking.

You bite back a whine, overwhelmed by the heat in your sex and cheeks. A subtle shake of your head is what you give him along with a sheepish grin, tugging at your own bottom lip while you redirect your hands to his shoulders and muscles, pussy pulsing over his dick when you flatten your fingers over his bulky arms, the visible minimalistic tattoos scattered throughout only dizzying your senses even more.

“Only hot ones like you.” you tell him despite the burning flush that eats at your skin from the flirty, bold words.

His ego inflates, chest puffed out and flexing with a sly smile as you touch him, your sweet eyes so keen yet cautious when exploring all his fine details.

“Yeah? Guess i’m special.”

Your hands explored his upper body in fascination, nails raking down his chest like you struck gold with this man. You felt like such a perverted slut by throwing yourself at him and now squeezing his dick with your walls. But clearly there was no denying that this was more than okay with him.

Especially with how incredibly sexy you looked testing him out. There was a careful swivel of your hips as you soaked in the sensation of every inch and width of his cock, hissing when you lift yourself up just a bit and then back down, his length hitting everything inside of you.

Eric moans watching and feeling you begin to move, strangling his dick with your gummy, silky walls. It has him holding your hips steady, pinching and rubbing circles on the skin.

“You’re so tight, baby.” he hisses, mentally thanking God for gracing him with an invitation inside your pussy.

The furthest thing on his mind was the fact that he was crossing lines, going everything against the code of ethics. How unclassy and dishonorable was it for him to allow a girl he just met to ride him in the back of a vehicle that belonged to the law.

However, to simply put, he did not give a fuck.

Right now, he was getting his brain blown by your naked body grinding and driving his cock, taking him for a spin. What consumed him was the pornographic sounds of breathy mewls and skin slapping together, as well as how your silky walls coated his cock and aided him like a weighted blanket, bringing him succulent strokes and scrumptious stimulation, even through the rubber.

“Just like that.” he praised, still holding onto you and encouraging you to keep up the pace.

His praises and touches were addicting. He whispered things that gave you more motivation to please him and that complimented you, calling you a ‘gorgeous girl’ and reminding you in between groans that you were indeed getting him off.

Your pebbled, fleshy tits jiggled with every lift and clap against his body, sweat sticking and dripping down your spine from your efforts.

Splitting yourself open repeatedly over his thick cock was like a damn workout, but it granted you immaculate pleasure in your deepest spots that only had you obsessed in jumping for more.

You worked and worked beautifully for him, your heavy breaths mirroring his own as your walls sucked him in and out, his nerves getting tickled and scratched by every grip and glide of your walls.

It had him spouting out low whines, his cock head so bloated, feeling the heaviness and pressure in his lower region.

To divert the attention from busting before you yourself were even ready to, he suddenly grips and lifts your chin to get you steady, looking at you with an intense gaze, catching his breath for only a mere few seconds before bringing your face to collide with his own.

He swallows your whimpers and gasps, kissing you slow but sloppily, open mouthed yet soft as your lips mingled together. You moaned at how much of a good kisser he was, grinding on his wood while your hands roamed anxiously down his ripped back.

He parts to give your jawline and the underside of your earlobe some attention, dotting raw and gentle kisses over those spots, both of his hands getting busy simultaneously by roaming down your body.

His thumbs lazily roll your hard nipples, playing with them teasingly before sliding his right hand past and down your breasts, your muscles tightening as he brushes over your stomach.

When his hand meets your pelvis and fingers sweep over your clit, that triggers a shiver falling over your body, breath hitching at the contact.

You can feel him smiling over your skin as he continues to kiss your body, eventually breaking to focus more on your swollen nub.

His movements grow gradually, going from faint touches and some more teasing around the area, to directly starting a rhythm of rubbing your bundle of nerves.

You respond with clawing into his shoulder blades, throwing your head back and arching into his hand. The direct stimulation is making you whimper with eyes shut, aching and growing weaker by the minute just for him.

“How does this feel, hon?” Let me know. Don’t hide it.” his husky tone only makes you mewl more, him tonguing his cheek while he proceeds to play with your clit, you still bucking up into his touch.

“Fuck me, hard.” Feels so good.” you begged, wanting to be pounded by the sexy man whose touch was clearly one like Midas’. Those delicate hands that patched your scrape earlier were now touching your nude body, flicking and rubbing parts of you with naughty intent that made your body respond so well and scream for more through every throb, pant, and wave of heat.

A couple more presses on your sacred button and then he’s adjusting the both of you, digging his hands into the flesh of your hips and rear, his body leaning back slightly into the seat before he lifts your form with ease.

A disgustingly dirty, deep moan vibrates Eric’s throat once he starts to slide your pussy up and down his dick. Your slick, hungry walls hug his cock with so much greed and want, taking his hard girth like you were meant for this.

“Holy shit, that’s it. You’re such a good girl for me, baby.” he praises and talks you through it some more, consumed in being swallowed whole by that pretty little pussy of yours.

You’re holding onto him so tight as you bounce over him nonstop, his hips raising instinctively to meet your own with every plop down, still guiding you at a moderate pace.

Here you are, all his for the night, riding him to your heart’s content until you’re seeing stars and his cock breaks you enough to expel out enough cum for it to drip out onto the seats.

Eric looks at you through a heavy gaze, head leaned back with an open mouth, taking most of the control in bouncing you, watching you move up and down so gleefully as if he were your favorite carnival ride.

You’re killing him beautifully, just like he is for you. Pretty soon you’d both snap, falling to pieces once this rollar coaster reaches peak and drops down.

You held onto him for dear life, matching his uneven breaths and parted lips paired with desperate eyes.

Being stretched and pierced on repeat by this officer was such a way to end the night. You don’t think anything in the world could beat this. It was riveting and thrilling through every touch, feeling, and sound.

And then finally, it’s like he knew. He knew you were about to explode and finish. Your noises grew more closer together, falling onto him harder, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, and your eyes fighting to stay open.

“Don’t hold back. Cum for me. Go ‘head, hon.” he’s assertive yet gentle, jerking up and manhandling you a couple last times with grumbly grunts, indicating that his leaky cock head was about to erupt.

Those last drives of his hardness paired with his throaty moans as he finally spurts gooey jets of white into his condom, triggers your body to unleash and respond back. Cries and cum of your own pops out, face falling into the crook of his neck, your hands and pussy gripping onto him as your release takes over.

“Atta’ girl. So fucking good, baby.” his voice is raspy and leaning close to a whisper as he’s blown out a load, catching his breath while a hand attempts to bring you to a state of tranquility and hush your elevated heart rate through strokes down your spine.

Body so heavy and out of it with hooded eyes, you remained clinging to his body, sunken into him with your uneven breaths landing on his neck. He moves slightly to readjust you both comfortably, giving you all the time in the world to recover, hand still lingering all over your backside.

Regardless of the sweat soaking your bodies and your cum that began to seep out your hole and drip down his ballsack even while his cock remains inside that’s trapped by a dirty, full condom, there’s no urgency to move.

It feels nice for a moment. To be held by a stranger who proved to be worth while and got your rocks off. The eerie sounds of crickets and birds already singing songs although the sun still has hours before it rises was able to be heard once you two had settled heartbeats, but it still remained serene despite being in the cramped backseat, naked and flushed in the middle of the night.

Even while crashed out in this stifling car, windows fogged up and coating the interior with scents that’d stretch a disgusted look on outsider’s faces, you believe this is the best night of your life.

And then when you both realize Eric was basically still on duty, and that you can’t remain in this car all night, he has the courtesy to help you get dressed, sharing giggles and knowing-shy smiles like you both were naive teenagers.

Once dressed, he offers to walk you all the way up to your door. Clinging onto every second more possible, he takes advantage of being around you until he really has to go.

You don’t mind it one bit.

Before you know it, you’re standing right in front of your door. You turn to him, who was already clinging and holding onto your hand, charmed smile adorning his features that has your ears blazing hot, barely able to keep eye contact when you’re already replaying the intimate scenes that went down tonight.

It’s almost enough to invite him inside for perhaps another round or even to stay for the night, but you knew now wasn’t the time after you unapologetically took up a decent chunk of his time already.

It’s like he can read your mind, so he leans low into you, stealing one last kiss.

It contrasts the crazed and impatient makeouts from earlier. He falls onto you slow and steady, almost as if he’s conveying with his lips how much he valued your time for the night, and trying to make the moment last a tiny bit longer.

Hand on the small of your back, he rubs your body while one of yours holds onto the nape of his neck, his rugged, hard uniform pressed into your now-creased dress.

Breaking from your swollen lips, he brings his mouth to your ear, giving your core a whirl when his words are a mixture of sweet and salacious.

He promises that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see him, already fantasizing over the next time he’d get to see your pretty face and pussy— hopefully hanging out somewhere other than his cop car.

And when he leaves your sight with a satisfied smirk after providing you with his personal phone number, not only does the sore space between your legs swell in excitement and glee, but your heart does, too.

Perhaps the next time you two meet up, you’d let him cuff you and take possession over you…

Literally and figuratively.

After another day of serving as a slave to capitalism, you trudge tiredly towards your door, unlocking it with anticipation of settling your weight on some pillowy-cushions and getting out of these confining clothes you’ve had on for hours. Perhaps you’ll even take a nap or have an adult beverage to decompress.

When you walk in, there’s no hesitation in taking your shoes off first. You then walk to the nearest sofa, sluggishly dropping your items, having no regard for them.

What you do start to care for though, is where your boyfriend was.

Even after being together for countless months, he’d usually be waiting to greet you, running towards your figure with his tail wagging a million miles per minute, curling up into your arms and nuzzling his scent all over you.

He awaited for your arrival each and every time you went out. From work, to when you went out solo for errands, or out late having fun with some friends. He’d even message you to check up on you during your breaks or outings, or when you arrived and were departing from a location. He was protective and darling like that.

Tucking some hair behind your ear with a huff, you looked aimlessly around the space in front of you. You suddenly remember you had asked Eric if he could put in a load of laundry, but it didn’t sound like the washer or dryer is on. He could be in the process of folding the clothes.

It still doesn’t explain how he didn’t greet you immediately. With how clingy Eric gets and his wide range of hearing, it’s abnormal for him to not drop whatever he’s doing to jump on you as soon as you pulled up to the house.

The bedroom is where you seek first when the main rooms lack his presence and honestly, nothing could’ve prepared you for what sight was behind that door.

It’s messy and lewd. Bare ass in the air and knees on the floor, your boyfriend is found surrounded by various pairs of your panties, from boy shorts, to thongs, to even the most ordinary and worn-out pair you own.

Actively rutting the ground, a hand of his is angled up holding one of the pairs up to his nostrils, simultaneously sniffing your undies furiously as he looks for any kind of sexual alleviation through downward thrusts.

You really wish you could say you would never expect this behavior out of him. But considering his breed, you ought to know that he was a roguish and naughty mutt. Too playful and daring with his antics, keeping you on your toes with his playful, boisterous energy. Energy that could also manifest through sexual frustration.

Heavy breaths paired with distressed whimpers and flushed red, shiny sweating skin indicated that he’d been in some sort of heat for a while now. Your poor boy just needed some help and relief. How could you be pissed?

It isn’t until you pay closer attention to your underwear around him that dry drizzles and gobs of cum stained your precious undergarments. Furthermore, your face contorts into a grimace when you see that one or two pairs have been ripped, probably from how beyond pent-up he was. There was no freaking way.

“Excuse me, sir?” you finally speak up, looking at your boyfriend dead in the eyes, mouth straight with seriousness.

His fluffy ears perk up at your voice and he stiffens when he sees you in the flesh, dropping the garment immediately at being caught.

“Baby?” his voice cracks, sitting up on his knees with guilty, fearful eyes. He bats his eyelashes at you nervously, whimpering when you take a few steps forward.

“I thought you were going to do laundry?” you nod to your dirty panties, him following your gaze hesitantly, mortified to have gotten himself caught in this mess.

“It’s not what it looks like! I… I just—”

“You really missed me?” you cooed in an exaggerated, mocking tone. He avoids your eyes, knowing you’re not forgiving at all.

“So much that you had to fuck yourself stupid to my underwear?” you scoffed, reaching down to grab a random pair, inspecting it closely to see the rips of fabric, along with the viscous fluid of his splattered. It makes you frown, sighing in defeat.

“This was my favorite pair, Eric! What the hell?” you hold it up to him, waving it in his face to get your point across, then throwing it on him out of him having the nerve to go that far.

Your tone and confrontation makes him wince, ears falling flat on his head from the embarrassment.

“I’ll buy you a new pair! I promise, baby.” he voices, lips almost pouting and eyes covered in shame.

You’ve got to admit, seeing his glossy eyes like he’s ready to weep any minute now is tugging at your heartstrings. And the sickening side of you is finding this not only amusing, but also flattering.

He repeatedly was sniffing your used, unwashed underwear that contained natural secretions like your discharge just to catch the scent of your sex. There was some fascination to how attracted and attached he was to you. It might be absurd and exceedingly indecent, but knowing he needed you this bad that he went to these lengths is so…. hot.

A mere whiff of your signature smell and pheromones was like drugs to his senses. He was just a poor, needy puppyboy that needed his baby to take care of him. That was your boyfriend.

“Go get your collar and leash.” you breathe out, ignoring his words.

Eric blinks rapidly, ears slowly rising up again from those well-known words that come out your mouth, his adam’s apple bopping nervously.

“What?” he croaks. He knows what you mean, but anxiety eats at him for whatever you have planned up your sleeve, knowing that when you order him to get said items, it’s for punishment purposes.

“You heard me.” you say casually, your face telling him that you’re not accepting any ounce of defiance.

Despite the slight jut of his lips, he complies, abandoning the mess he’s made to rise and follow towards the special drawer full of adult toys and other accessories.

He kindly grabs the specific items, walking back with them clutched up and dropping to his knees right in front of you already sat on the bed.

Trying to prevent the smirk that wants to pull upwards is a difficulty as you take them from his hands. His hands are folded in his lap with shy eyes that can’t even dare to look at you properly while you begin to fasten the black leather collar around his neck. You adjust it so that it’s snug, but not too tight or loose.

Testing the fitting, you bring two fingers under the strap, to which go through perfectly. You then clasp the metal chain leash to his collar, the jingling of the chain raising the hairs on Eric’s skin and ears twitching from the noise.

While you worked on getting the restraining accessories on, he’d sneak glances at you while you worked. He licked at his lips and swallowed thickly, your face so up close and personal, such an intimate scene of you making him wear this symbol of submission.

“See? You can be a good boy when you want to be.” you teased, fingers reaching to rake gently over his blonde wisps of hair, his face looking down and still refusing to meet you despite his tail moving timidly.

He feels and looks pathetic with the collar and leash on, fulfilling his punishment of displaying your ownership over him. He definitely looks the part of a mutt.

But even with these items of discipline on, his body says it’s not a mockery otherwise. His tail is making movement from your comment, cheeks rosy with a proud, blushing hard cock to match.

This is like some sort of kink for him as it is for you. He’d really do anything for your attention, even if it was meant to be a bit degrading.

“Such a pretty boy.” you compliment, reaching for his jaw gently to raise his head up level with your face, stroking his chin.

His eyes are full of light and solace as he lets himself be touched fondly by your hand, soaking him all in with a soft smile. Even if he tore your undergarments and did the complete opposite of what you asked, you couldn’t resist his sweet, handsome being.

Eric leans his face down into your lap, pressing his cheek cutely into one of your thighs. He then presses some mellow kisses into your limb, looking up at you with revere and sparkling pupils.

“Such a needy puppy.” you murmur, loosely petting his strands, even brushing your fingertips just slightly past his ears, making them flicker, a quick low but audible whine coming out from his throat at your teasing.

“Since it looks like you’ve came so many times, it’s only fair you help me, hm.”

He raises his head up, a twinkle striking his eyes once you say that. They follow your hands as you move them to the waistband of your bottoms, your mouth curling upwards as he watches you intently.

He backs up just enough to allow you to slide off your bottoms, panties still on. Saliva collects in his mouth, salivating at the awaited moment of being able to touch you intimately. No matter how many times he got his hands on you, it’d always be a privilege to be graced with your body.

With the spread of your legs, you drive Eric crazy some more with your clothed pussy— well… barely clothed, anyways. The fabric of your thin panties ride up in between your lips, growing uncomfortable. Oh how he wants to use his teeth to pull them out and rip them to the side.

“C’mere baby boy.” you cooed with the soft roll of your hips, growing worked up, moaning in relief as you end your suffering with tugging off that mangey thong.

“You’re only allowed to eat me out. Not taking care of you right now.” you warn, making it known that this time is all about yours needs.

That’s fine with Eric, who is merely focused on the juicy folds between your legs. He’s absolutely ravenous and feral for your pussy, needing his mouth to taste and latch onto your sex.

In fact, you’re wrong. Eating your pussy also works in his favor, satisfying his needs of basking his face in nothing but your Godly sex. Being stuck in between the most intimate part of your body was his dream; He’d be buried face-deep inside your pussy for the rest of his life if it were possible.

He starts off with delicate kisses along your inner thigh, dragging his nose and lips over your skin in a teasing manner that doesn’t last long before he inches up towards your hot sex.

He can already smell your arousal, his cock throbbing from excitement.

Any morals or education is no where to be found in his brain when he meets your cunt. Your glowing pussy pulls him in, diving to capture your fleshy lower lips in a passionate, raw kiss.

Shaky breaths release from your mouth, breathily laughing with a bite on your lower lip when he doesn’t dare on holding back.

Groans of satisfaction rumbled from his throat from a mixture of the whiff he’s getting and of your taste. It’s at that moment that he loses himself in your sex, but he’s still in the right place. How could he ever want to be apart from your prized pussy?

He’s an eager eater, giving your folds some sloppy kisses and making his way towards your clit, darting his tongue out messily all around the edges and in between creases.

Once he reaches your clit, he puckers at the swelling bud, to which sends a shiver spiraling across your body. He targets the spots surrounding your clit with the tip of his tongue, licking circles around your aching nub that’s sizzling with need.

After dancing around your clit with mischief for a bit, he turns your feeble moans into ones with more strength as soon as his tongue is positioned right under your clit, wrapping his lips around the nub.

“Aghh, mhm— I can’t.” your fingers clutch the sheets, nerves tickled and attacked ferociously straight on. The growls in between your legs mixed with him toying with the nerve-rich spot is coming at you head-strong.

It’s too much right away, your eyes rolling and back arching from the immense pleasure and almost-painful pressure on your bud. His attention is fully stuck on it, showing so much emotion and energy towards it.

You can’t handle how strong he is, as well as how he’s always a greedy ass motherfucker. Luckily his chain is within reach, so you stretch weakly and grasp it, pulling him back meanly before you actually spasm like crazy.

“Easy, Eric!” you breathe out, making him whine at the semi-aggressive tug.

“Take your time, silly. I’m not going anywhere.” you spread your legs out further, inviting him back in.

Eric whimpers, lolling his tongue in a haze while he goes back in, focusing on your hole this time.

Drool falls out from his mouth lazily, falling over your pussy lips. He smears it like paint with his lips and tongue, using his head and neck for majority of the movement.

“Good boy.” you praised, making him moan as soon as those words fall past your lips, dropping a couple more kisses against your sex like he’s on the verge of losing you, never wanting to let you go.

“Pretty pussy.” he mumbles, raising his dominant hand up your sweet cunt, just barely using the pads of his fingers to massage your folds.

Your left hand travels beneath your top, slithering over your ignited skin up to one of your tits. You grope yourself, everything so tender yet feeling distressed.

A couple traces with his fingers later and then he’s inserting one of them up your hole. He wiggles and slides that digit up, collecting more wetness while listening to the sultry sounds of yours that just pile on continuously.

“You’re so fucking good.” he praises you when you adjust, your velvety walls taking him in smoothly. Some of your wetness trickles out your hole, leaving Eric to collect it with his tongue.

He then really starts to begin eating you out. Devotion spreads through every lick, slurp, plunge, and sound. He eats and eats like he’s been deprived of any meal for days. His finger stretches your cunt to play with your walls, curling and angling his finger to hit all of your fine spots. He even uses it as aid to squeeze in his tongue to thrust into your tight hole, flicking and slobbering all over.

“Mmph! Baby…” you cried, fiddling with your nipple harshly as his actions are deliciously loud and ardent. Crying out is something that doesn’t falter as he persists, surprising you every second with more zaps of pleasure even when you think it can’t get greater.

A second finger moves up your slit, his girthy digits filling you up so well that it feels like you’re being choked in the best way possible, losing your breath from the feeling.

His digits finger and hit sacred spots of you continually while he directs his face to other parts of your cunt. He wouldn’t dare leave any part of your sex unattended.

When his mouth lands back on your clit, you heave and cry out like a baby. Although his movements never halt, they vary in rhythm. His mouth alternates between various patterns and motions. One minute he’d be curling his tongue over and in your hole, and the next he’d be brushing it faintly along your clit, joined by heated suckling.

And even though he was frenzied and intense when it came to your pussy, his ministrations were calculated and expert-level. Sure he got too excited pretty much all the time. But at least he always knew how exactly to make your knot untie in the end.

The pointy tip of his tongue, flat of his tongue, and fingers work tirelessly to expel your cum. He plays with every bit of flesh, fold, and nerve. Growls vibrate against your pussy, wetness coating Eric’s chin and nose, stuffing himself like the starving pup that he is.

As the concentration of pressure and tingling expands, mentally and physically, you’re aching to explode from the sparkly tension. Your clit throbs alongside your heart that is beating like it wants to jump out and soar into the sky.

A hand of yours lowers into Eric’s locks, tugging on his silky strands to encourage him to not let up. With every pull and even scratches past his sensitive ears, his mouth and fingers take steps forward through speed and intensity.

He moans deeply while his tongue flicks your clit crazily, moving as fast as a dog drinks water. His fingers dig deeper and apply more pressure, losing control of your body with an arched back, glossy eyes, and unintelligible mewls.

It’s beautifully excruciating. The throbbing of your sex is practically ringing in your ears. Eric scratches the itch with his mouth and digits, making your muscles spasm as you release with his face still down under.

The crash down is as delectable for him as it is for you. Hurriedly and in an animalistic manner, he slurps your spills, tasting that honeyed juice of yours, allowing it to soak his tastebuds until his cock is pulsing from overwhelming excitement.

He forcefully maneuvers your legs to where they have his head locked in your pussy like a prison, no means for escape. Like a mad man, he head-butts into your sopping, gummy cunt, getting you to roll your hips into his face and gladly suffocates in between your thighs.

With his strength, he has you rock and roll against the muscle of his tongue that doesn’t want to stop enjoying your sex. His dumb little hybrid brain is predatory to soak everything you’ve got out of you, deaf to the pleading sobs of overstimulation coming from your voice.

Control is completely loss. There’s no power for you to fight, your hips and limbs having a mind of their own. Tears streak down with feeble cries, lips and body trembling the more Eric licks your overaroused and strung out nerves.

Somehow, there still is punch left in you. That punch manifests in the way of a loud gasp and almost-scream, uncontrollably shaking and gushing a higher volume of liquid than normal.

Even if you wanted to hold back, it’s impossible. The leak is involuntary, your body unleashing it while your brain is fuzzy with a raging, burnt-out body that threatens to knock out.

The warm fluid that falls out from your sex is watery, warm to the taste as Eric doesn’t hesitate in catching whatever he can in his mouth and drinking it like he needs it to stay hydrated.

It drenches his face and runs down your butt, staining the sheets underneath you. Your boyfriend basically is snarling and growls at how charged your body gets him, his tongue and lips slurping the trail of fluid that leaks into the cracks of your ass.

It’s too fucking much. You can’t believe how he’s willing to push you so far to soak up every last drop and taste of you. You don’t even believe you’re real at this point.

“It hurts, please… Eric! That’s enough!” somehow you find the strength to grab his metal leash and and give it a yank for him to leave your sore cunt alone.

With some cries of his own, he’s pulled away finally. The heaves from you both and his chain clinking, along with a fuzzy ringing coats your ears.

Eric rises with a red hot, flushed face, licking his lips clean, drenched with sweat all over him. He looks at you, all beat, tiredness washing over you.

He looks straight at your eyes, less than halfway opened, rosy cheeks stained wet from tears that fell due to the overwhelming wash over you.

Thankfully he bounces back fairly fast, so ignoring his sticky tip that had a leak of its own thanks to how invested in your sex he was, he tends to you speedily.

“Baby, you alright? Talk to me, hm?” he asks gently but audibly, needing to desperately make sure he didn’t hurt you.

He cradles your face with both his hands, leaning down to lick your salty tears away, guilt beginning to creep on him again for letting his feral habits get the best of him.

The feeling of his tongue on your cheeks is enough to snap you out of numbness, smiling lazily with droopy lids.

Lifting a hand, you put it over one of his that was holding your cheek, feeling his calloused fingers against your daintier ones.

“You’re a fucking handful, you know that?” you sighed with a smile.

That comment elicits the most gorgeous laugh out of him, his eyes turning small from the genuine happiness that comes onto him from that weak, but still radiant smile of yours.

“I know.” he’s still smiling, falling next to you onto the bed despite how messy you two are down south.

Curling up next to you, you start threading through his hair, giving him pets and scratches, snuggling up to him as close as you can.

He wags his tail contentedly, making sounds of comfort as you do so.

You two even go awhile of just looking at one another through smiling eyes, giggling and grinning as you take turns giving the other person tender, playful kisses on the nose.

He’d give compliments and praises to you on how you’re such a beautiful person, irreplaceable and his reason for existence, making you hold him extra tight after each and every word.

And you coo at him for how he was your ‘good boy’ and ‘pretty pup,’ adoring the way his face shined and gleamed bright, him fighting the urge to bury his face in your neck.

Yes, he was a handful. And he’d probably be crying an hour from now about how hard as a rock his cock is, whining that only you can relieve it. But at least he was yours to deal with.

And you’d be damned if you had it any other way.

“Oh I can handle you alright,” he chuckles, throwing off a snow-covered hat and ditching his scarf too, “just not when I can’t feel my face, jeez.”

“That sounds like a you problem.” You tease, and Eric shoots you a glare balanced with one of his trademark crooked smiles.

“Hey, I couldn't use all my power. You're dating an ex-baseball player, it would have been unfair.”

“That's such bull!” You sputter through laughter, stripping off your coat and hurrying further into the warmth of your apartment, finding a blanket on the couch and very quickly wrapping it around your figure as you curl into a tight, shivering ball on the cushions. Eric follows, running a hand through his curls which had been flattened by the hat, and walks right past you, reaching over to the wall to turn on the fireplace.

“Any room for me under there?” He asks, poking you with his foot as he tucks his hands into his sides.

“No vacancy!”

Eric takes your muffled yell with a grain of salt and plops down next to you on the couch, pressing into your side with his sweater. He bends down next to where he assumes your ear is, and smiles to himself.

“Are you sure?” He purrs, and a shiver runs through you, although not from the cold. “I promise I won’t be any trouble, and I happen to know a fantastic way to warm you up.”

“Oh yeah?” You peek at him through a tiny hole in the blank blanket with narrowed eyes. "What are you suggesting?"

“Let me in and you'll find out.” Eric murmurs devilishly, fingers searching for a seam to break into.

You grumble at the way his movements let in the cold, but you're losing your resolve quickly. Finally, he manages to slip a hand under the blanket and find your body, hand feeling for your waist under all of the fabric.

Once he’s found it, his other hand is quick to join the fray, and before you can whine about the amount of cold air being let in, you’re being lifted onto his lap, both knees finding their way onto the couch cushions on either side of his hips. You’re holding yourself off of him, but as the blanket settles around the two of you, your collective warmth is now trapped between your bodies, and the urge to fall into his chest is eating away at you.

He slumps into the couch with a sigh. “There we go. Isn’t this much better?”

“I was warming up just fine on my own, thanks,” you huff and roll your eyes, but with the way his big hands are now rubbing up and down your thighs, you know you don’t even mean it.

“Mmmmm I’m sure you were,” he says as he leans forward, wrapping his arms tight around your waist and looking up at you with a mischievous grin.

The way his warmth seeps into your skin and makes every nerve of your body tingle is making it harder and harder to not just give in, and when Eric's hands slide under your shirt to run against your bare skin, you fail to remember why you were resisting in the first place.

Your lips crash against his without warning, and a muffled sound of surprise falls past Eric's lips before he's kissing you back, hands pressing you closer. The sound of your heartbeat races in your ear, or maybe it's rushing heat coursing through your body, or maybe it's Eric's soft sighs and the murmur of your name spilling off his tongue like he was born to say it.

“See? Isn't this better?” Eric's teasing comes out breathless, and you feel similarly winded as your hands slip over his shoulders to steady you. “Told you.”

Suddenly, you remembered a thought you’ve been trying to suppress down for so long. Would he be into if I asked him? Would he get scared of me or think I’m weird? Shit- You shake your head.

You take a deep breath before opening the door. Looks like today is the day you’ll finally ask him about it.

“Eric?”

“Yes, baby?” his eyes still glued to the screen.

“Have you ever thought about…choking me?”

Eric’s ears perked up like a dog hearing a squeaky toy. The last two words you had uttered had him pausing his game. “What did you just say?”

Oh no, he’s weirded out. Abort, abort, abort- “Uhm… I was just wondering if you’ve ever thought about ch-choking me… Or if you’ve ever done that to someone before…”

You stare at the ground, desperately trying to avoid eye contact as the embarrassment creeps up your cheeks.

Yeah, he did hear that right. He wasn't hallucinating one bit. “Well, I tried it once before... Why? What's in that crazy mind of yours, hm?”

You try to speak, but you feel the words getting caught up in your throat.

“Come here y/n, talk to me.” He calls out for you.

Walking towards him felt like an eternity. What’s worse is you felt your stomach twist from driving up the courage to look at him straight in the eyes.

“Look at me, princess.” His warm hands cupping your face, making you tilt your head up at him. “You can tell me anything.” He smiles reassuringly.

“Well-” you gulp down your anxiousness before continuing, “I was wondering if maybe… we could uh… we could try it?”

His eyes widened. There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You start to panic, thinking you might’ve said the wrong thing.

But you were so wrong. In fact, his eyes had widened in excitement, feeling a sudden twitch in his cock the moment he heard your request.

“Oh baby girl… I thought you’d never ask.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, you’ve never seen Eric’s eyes go dark the way they did before. “Wait, wha-”

His lips suddenly crash into yours, feeling his needy tongue slip into your mouth. He starts kissing you everywhere from your jaw to your neck.

It seems you’ve woken up a sleeping beast inside him… and you loved it.

You help each other out of your clothes, leaving only but your soaking underwear on. You gasp into his mouth, almost letting out a moan as you feel his rough fingers slightly tighten around your neck.

“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?” he grins looking at how you react.

“Eric, please-”

“Please what, baby?” his hand gripping your throat a little tighter now.

“Please, I need you i-inside me” you whine desperately.

“Say no more.” He grabs your waist and aggressively positions you on your elbows and knees, your ass on full display for him. He pushes your panties to the side, exposing your wet cunt.

He leans forward just enough to whisper in your ear, “I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.” You feel the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, making you shiver from feeling his precum spreading against your folds.

He impatiently pushes himself inside you without warning, making you both moan from the sudden stretch.

Wasting no time, he starts pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, the grip of his hands on your hips tightening the more he feels his cock rub against the ridges of your walls.

“Oh fuck, Eric-” ”You feel so good around me baby, just like that- shit…”

The sounds of skins slapping, his balls hitting your core, and your nipples brushing against the fabric of the mattress has you entering into another dimension.

“Fuck baby- you’re so tight.” he grunts as he continue to thrust harshly into you. You reply with nothing but a strain of broken moans.

Then Eric suddenly remembers the request you had asked him, making his cock twitch inside you. “Up” he commands.

You do as your told and he pauses his movements monetarily as he helps you kneel upright.

He places his hands around your neck before continuing to thrust inside you, making sure that the grip is firm enough to send a message.

You swear you feel your eyes roll back from the overwhelming senses, jaw slacking open as you pant profusely.

“You like that baby? You like my hands around your pretty neck?” his hot breath fanning against your ear.

“Y-yes, s-so much-” You cry out, his thrusts getting deeper each second, hitting your gummy spot so well.

“You’re doing so good baby, so fucking good.” He moves one of his hands to hold your jaw, turning your head to meet his. His lips latch onto yours with much desperation.

“God you’re so perfect…” He groans into your mouth as his thrusts become more rhythmic, his other hand his gripping your neck.

The tight grip making you slightly gasp for air has your head spinning and your core getting wet each second passing by. This is exactly what you’ve been dreaming of.

“Eric- s-so good, fuuckkk” you mewl.

Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans. Had you known your boyfriend had this side to him, you would've asked a long time ago.

“Your eyes are so red.” you chuckled, amused in seeing the expansion of blood vessels decorating the whites of his eyes, and how glassy they appear.

The front row view of his stoned expression is captivating. You sat fully over his cock shoved up your tight, dripping hole, heart racing from a mixture of the THC coursing through your bloodstream and from adjusting to the heated sensation of his length inside you.

Unable to resist, your body leaned forward to reach out and cup his chiseled face, obsessed with how extra hot he looked when he’s smoked.

He can say the same for you. Your face and mannerisms mirrored his own: eyelids swollen and wearing a smiley, playful expression that hadn’t faltered one bit since the effects of the cannabis hit your system.

His cock pulsed with its own beats while wrapped and smothered by your slick walls, especially from the sight of that sultry, yet cute look on your face.

“So are yours. Such a pretty baby.” he purrs with a dopey smile, hands running down along your backside to settle over your rear.

Your craving and fervent feelings for one another are exchanged through lips, devouring at the other’s plump appendage.

Earth and piney flavors danced over your tongues, sloppily puckering and nipping lips despite the cotton mouth that’s threatening to creep upon you both.

The racy rate you’re moving at has you rolling your hips over his length, breaths needy as you’re already overwhelmed with passion for Eric just from the kissfest and being stuffed with his hearty cock.

He was also feeling out of this world. The subtle but desperate rubs of your pussy over his cock paired with your fleshy breasts and erect nipples pushing and prodding into his pecs provoked him further, over and over again.

Kisses grew more demanding and urgent, too impatient and sexually charged to demonstrate how strong the appetite and lust for the other person is.

Suddenly his lips string feverishly along your jawline and neck, moving his hands to hold the back of your head steady, trailing his lips to every inch and corner of your skin he’s able to reach.

His mouth does work to bless all your weak and sensitive spots, licking his lips and licking a stripe up your neck before leaving more traces of his affection.

Gentle bites in between kisses are going straight to your core, sizzling inside from the lovemaking towards your nerves, and swooning over the fact that his efforts are firm enough that’ll leave blotches of him behind.

His mouth climbs up to your ear, giving your lobe kitten licks before capturing different parts of it in his mouth, brushing his lips over it playfully and messily giving it open-mouthed kisses like the devilish-fuck that he is.

Any sensation is too heightened right now, so you’re practically gone, unable to breathe just from the faintest touch from Eric. You mewled shamelessly repeatedly, whining from the profuse ecstasy, but also for more where it aches the most.

“Use me, baby. Fuck me like a good girl.” Eric rasps into your ear, dragging his teeth faintly over it before pulling you back, lazy grin encouraging you to finally ride him.

So you sit up, rocking your hips slowly to start off, airy moans voiced out your throat.

Your palms rest flat over his torso, holding onto him as you get a kick out of how his girthy length is so full and heavy inside your hole, the weight and crammed feeling making you throb and squeeze.

“Good, baby, good. Such a good girl; doing so good. Just relax, ‘kay?” he praises through groans, smoothing over your ass cheeks. His lower lip gets put in between his teeth, the grip your walls had on him felt like his cock was being choked and already on the verge of being milked.

Your pussy does adjust when he reassures you with his husky words that were low but still dripped with honey. It spurs you to give his cock a thrilling awakening.

You actually start to ride his dick, testing out a mellow pace when raising your body just enough over his shaft before plopping carefully back down.

Your eyes lock with his own, growing even hornier with the way those dark, droopy and daring eyes of his focused on you. He was absorbed in how your naked figure caressed his cock with every passing and spring. How you were truly bent on bringing out the animalistic and saucy side of you to prove to him how much he meant to you in an intimate way.

Eric was such a wonderful boyfriend that he always made you feel sexy, but right now, you believe the weed is playing a good part in aiding him for that.

The weed gave you amplified confidence and desire to be the best girl to him, craving to make him feel good.

You varied your techniques, alternating between speeds and occasionally bouncing giddily and lifting up your ass carefully to provide him with solid strokes.

To make it even better, you tilted forward a bit to get the angle just right, sighing contentedly. You bring your hands up towards your mounds, squeezing them and groping your own supple breasts, providing yourself with extra stimulation as you continue to slide your pussy over his shaft.

Eric’s eyes never leave your figure, dilated pupils fixed on every bounce you make, the way you toyed with your tits and the loose, fleshy skin of yours shaking with every movement.

It’s so appealing, so beautiful seeing you on top. You’re working hard for him and yourself, feeble breaths and spaced out expression intently watching him back.

This current uncensored view and sex never got old. You sent his mind and cock into sparks and a frenzy each and every time. You were a sacred piece of work.

You devoted yourself to his cock during moments like these. Every rise and fall was powered by your sexual drive and burning desire for Eric.

“Fuck, daddy…” you moaned, using that special nickname reserved for heated times like now or whenever you wanted to rile him up.

His cock and breaths responded strongly, dick throbbing and throat grunting when you referred to him as such.

“Love when you call me that— fuck, hon.”

He pinches at your rear before double slapping your butt with both hands, arching your back as a result of the unexpected impact paired with euphonious whines.

“Fucking yourself dumb, huh? Yeah? Feels good, don’t it?” he teases your elevated and clapped-out state, finding his baby so cute when his cock makes you lose your mind.

There is no perfect way to describe the elation you’re in. It’s not like your stupid brain could think of anything coherent under these circumstances, anyways. How could you while you were air-headed, brain cells declining from the high off dick and weed.

The room carried no sense of decency, the potent smell of pot intertwining with the various pheromones excreting your active bodies.

You’d compare being on top to a ride to heaven; there’s no negative energy, mind fogged out. Carrying no weight on your shoulders, instead, you’re filled up with that weight of his thick erection shoved up in between your legs, blessing your sex.

You’re closer to reaching fulfillment and enlightenment with every breath and bounce. While satisfying, your body can only withstand moving in such a way for so long. Yes, your libido was skyrocketing while high, but riding cock grew tiring fast.

You let up on your riding, directing your attention elsewhere while you recharge for a bit.

Refusing to fully take a break in showing his body delight, you run your hands up and down over his toned abs, tracing the pronounced shadows and lines that made your pussy pound with attraction.

He held your gaze as you loved up on his abdominal muscles, still panting as you raked your hands over him so sensually.

The look in your eyes was carnivorous, one that held motives of a succubus. An ungodly, playful glint in your eyes made his inflamed cock throb, his nerves and thoughts shaking and anticipating your next move.

You stick your tongue fully out, dragging it upwards from above his navel, all the way up to his sternum.

The sensation of your flexible, fleshy muscle moving throughout his body hangs heavy over him. His adam’s apple bobs at your act, skin shivering yet sultry.

You let your tongue circle and run laps over his pecs, coating his chest with your DNA. Hungry, enthusiastic kisses were pressed and left deep into his chest.

You even teased his firm nipples, teasingly tickling them with frisky flicks. It made him whimper and buck his hips up as you had all the control, leaving him to twitch and forced to submit to letting you have your fun with his body— which, he honestly cannot complain. He’s clearly responding nicely, writhing and whining from the lavish attention underneath you.

It increasingly becomes more dangerous for him. You lips enclose over one of his nipples, starting to messily kiss at his tit and suck with devout. Your hands cling onto his body, gripping at his skin as his also did, too sucked into the moment.

“You dirty, baby— fuck.” he groans, pinching at one of your ass cheeks with his fingers as you continued to salivate and stuff your face into his pecs.

You were insatiable. You pushed yourself further down into him, predatory as your mouth moved madly.

There was this overwhelming inclination to swallow and suck every square inch of skin you can reach. Your lips and tongue attack and swirl all over his sexy build, hopelessly enraptured by his entire being.

“Like that, daddy?” you breathlessly murmured, grinding down into him as your insistent make out continues, moaning pathetically every time your clit rubs against his pelvis.

Eric growls, having had just enough of your teasing and uninhibited behavior. The ultimate rattle to his cage is when your teething becomes extra gritty, too invested in biting and sucking like you’re famished.

He whimpers and hisses quietly, trying to keep himself from busting now. He can’t allow you to milk him dry before he entertains your pretty little self some more.

In the blink of an eye, your positions are reversed. You find yourself flipped over with your back against the mattress, pushed down and caged by his weight.

You squealed as he now hovers over your form, raggedly breathing with a keen gaze. He couldn’t bear letting you continue with your love bites to your heart’s content, for he couldn’t fight his own temptations to fuck you senseless.

The battle for dominance ends with him on top, cupping your cheek with his right hand while giving you a knowing look, that same titillating look that only seemed to further enrich as the weed possessed your body.

“My turn.” he utters, then snaps his hips awfully rough into you, cock pushed deep into your cunt, friction felt on your clit from his move.

You gasped, body reacting with a jerk up into him. Eric groans lowly, his turn now to fall into the spot between your breasts. His pounds into you are intense but uneven as he’s stuffing his face with your ample, jutted tits.

He delves into your mounds, sucking and slobbering over them, his weight and movements over and inside of you putting you into a trance.

His mouth taints your skin with visible sentiment that’d ensure you have a reminder of how much Eric really does admire you.

He then makes his way up to where he nipped and kissed the skin of your neck, persisting with his mouth. Going over those spots again would definitely create darker and long-lasting marks— of which, you’d be pissed at him for how slutty he would make you look, and what a bitch it is to cover up. But in the heat of the moment, your pussy and mouth purrs for him to have his way with you.

“I always take care of you, don’t I?” he says with a breathy chuckle, voice tickling the nerves and hairs on your neck.

Nothing comes out of you but broken moans, his kisses and fatty cock sucking the comprehensibility and clarity out from you.

“Say ‘yeah’, baby.” he commands nicely, falling back into your tits to give your pretty buds a couple more kitten licks and flicks.

“Yeah, ah,” you croaked, back arching up into him, your own tongue hanging loosely out like the dumb baby you are.

Eric smirks, wetting his lips and then directing full focus and charge into his thrusts and rhythm, ramming his dick in and out of you.

The pace and his control has every fiber of your being absorbed and bewitched by his manhood drilling inside your fluttering hole. Your body lay vulnerable and frail, allowing your boyfriend to blow your senses, working on finishing the job for the both of you.

Through heavy lids, you watched him fuck you. He grunted repeatedly, face flushed and glowing in sweat.

The movement of strands of hair that fell messily over his forehead, and the swinging of his silver chain is beyond arousing. Occasionally, the jewelry tickled your chest, dangling in the air between you two otherwise. The gorgeous view as he lays the pipe makes it hard to look away— even with how your eyes are threatening to draw shut from the strong, sweet pleasure.

“You’re all mine, eh?” Tell me… you mine?” he utters gravely, his hot breath practically touching you.

Your hands are holding onto his back, sharp nails digging into his shoulder blades, the depth matching his strokes: deep and hard.

You were so consumed in his efforts that you clung onto him to keep yourself from completely drifting away mentally. Marks and scratches would probably blemish his back, but neither of you seemed to mind it. If anything, your clawing only gave him more of a rush, knowing that you were on the verge of falling apart because of him.

“Mhmmm… yeah, daddy!!!” you manage to speak in between desperate breaths, eyes watery as you’re growing tense and increasingly tingly.

The sounds of you crying and huffing over the way he moves and feels inside you has his cock swelling. Making you break sounded so harmonious.

Your heartbeat was fucking kicking, an overwhelming, itching tension was present in your lower region. You were beginning to crack, clenching over his girth as the sensation was achingly intense. As a result, you continued to whimper, so breathy and whiny.

“C’mon, baby… you gon’ cum for daddy?” Eric voices with a throaty tone, his breath traveling down your neck as he nudges his nose affectionately against it, inhaling your sexy sex sweat while he fucks you through your incoming orgasm.

That rich voice of his makes you melt, nails digging into his skin harder if that’s even possible, head tilted and noises broken, yet emotive and glorious.

“Mhm— yeah. Wanna cum for, ah—daddy!” a big cry comes out from you, pushing up on your toes with an elevated heart rate and ringing in your ears as you feel yourself burst.

Eric lets a prolonged groan out, dick feeling some of your muscular contractions and how instantly silkier, wetter, and warmer your cunt became.

His hips start stuttering into you and throat rumbles, a couple last uneven jerks into you and he’s spurting drops of his seed into your heated hole.

“Ah, fuckkkk. Fuck… my baby.” his voice comes out unsteady, slightly whiny. He ensures every last drop gets gushed out of him and into your warm sex. Emptied out, his body gives out and fully falls into you.

While your craving was appeased, your body felt heavy and tired. The orgasm was so long awaited that you twitched a bit, legs practically numb and brain miles away, everything blank and faint.

You felt like a harp that has been strummed, vibrating, yet in a dreamy frame of mind as the buzz of orgasm hit you.

You can barely process Eric’s movements on top of you, his heavy breaths and cock growing limp inside of you now that he’s busted.

He carefully pulls out of your beat-pussy, moving your limp body to switch positions and rest your weight on top of him, head laying on his bare chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing and thumping heartbeat while it tries to regulate again.

“So proud of you, hon.” Eric coos once you’ve both settled, dropping a few affectionate kisses into your hair, caressing your glowing spine to soothe your body.

You two rest comfortably pressed together for a moment. The free hand of his moves behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with nothing but a floaty, fuzzy feeling in his body. He continues rubbing slowly along your back, savoring the peaceful intimacy that came after a good time.

After some time, Eric lets the responsibility of getting you two cleaned up hit him. He takes note of your lack of movement, thinking he ought to remind you to go freshen up.

“Hey, sweet girl. You asleep?” he murmurs, stroking at your skin and letting the hairs of your head tickle his nose as he brushes it back and forth in attempt to get you to react.

“We gotta get you cleaned up. Gotta go use the bathroom, Hm?”

Nothing but a weary moan comes out from you. You merely snuggled further into his warm pecs, still in a dream-like state as you lowkey did fall asleep, and you refused to be bothered.

It was too comfortable and tiring to get up. You were sure your legs would turn into jelly and plummet if you got up— or, you’d be sore as fuck to move a muscle.

Honestly, Eric didn’t have the energy in him either. He just wanted to look out for his baby and ensure you both are clean. As sexy as it was to feel the fluids run down from your bodies, and as sweet as it was to feel the exchange of heat through each other’s bodies, you’d regret it if you don’t get up.

“Five more minutes… only ‘cause you’re too cute right now.” he huffs out, feeling more like he’s telling himself that instead of you, as you’re basically checked out.

Until you do the darling thing of kissing at his chest, a small gesture of acknowledgment that raises a grin on his face.

“Just five more minutes.”

Thursday. The day of the week you looked forward to the most.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, you had a Geology lecture to attend.

The course was held during the evening, meaning class would end while it was dark out now because of the recent time change. You kinda hated that.

This course also had no real relation to your major. It wasn’t of any interest to you. You needed a generic science credit, so you had to take it as one of your requirements to graduate.

While picking classes and scheduling for the semester, you happened to have no other choice than to pick this Geology class.

In all honesty though, the content and course in itself wasn’t too bad. Sometimes, lessons of the different types of rocks or volcanoes did activate your brain. Only sometimes.

And, the reason you looked forward to coming to class every Thursday was because your professor was accompanied by a special guest: Eric Sohn.

Your professor had a teaching assistant to work alongside him. You’ll never forget the first day you were introduced to him. You’ve genuinely never seen anyone more handsome than him in your entire life.

Eric Sohn served as one hunk of a man. It’s so shallow and shameful of you to reduce him to sole eye candy, but how could you help it?

There was a juxtaposition between him and other teachers you’ve had in the past.

First things first, he’s a graduate student. He has to be only a few years older than you. Right off the bat, he was obviously more intriguing than the other old geezers (no offense) and middle-aged professors that worked here.

His looks also will immediately hit you like a truck with just one tiny peek at him. The features he was blessed with were hypnotic. His face was crafted beautifully, having honey skin that highlighted those sharp features of his.

On most occasions, thick black frames perched over his prominent nose. He also never slacked off with his outfits, coming to class every week in business casual attire that seemed more elevated with that pretty face of his and unique details.

What made him stand out apart from his handsome and youthful face were the unique coverings that painted and pierced through his skin and body.

The curved barbell on his left eyebrow, silver hoops dangling from his earlobes, and classic black ink that covers one of his forearms makes him look far from ordinary.

It fits him perfectly, bringing the Gen Z out of him that makes him easily stand out in the crowd.

You’re lucky that college exposes you to many cool-looking people. Even so, you never thought one of those people you find ever so alluring, would be one of your teachers.

Your observant-ass only further ate up anything you could pick up on or read based off his mannerisms and speech. He’d sometimes take over the lectures, leading the class instead of your main professor. You dissected the way his hands would relax into his pockets, him push his glasses up now and again, and him suck in a small breath in between talking.

Today was no different than any other time he’s present in class. You attended this course twice a week, but Eric only made an appearance on Thursdays. So you made sure to cherish that hour and thirty minutes in the same room as him extra well.

When you walked into your class and took your spot in your unassigned-assigned seat in the second to first row, you quickly noticed your main professor wasn’t present. So unlike him.

As soon as everyone settled and class begun, Eric announced that your other professor had private matters to take care of that prevented him from coming to campus today, so he’d be in full-force charge of lesson for the day.

Every other time, Eric sat on the sidelines and if he did take over class, it would be under the guidance of your other professor— or for mere assistance.

All the attention would be drawn to him, and for some reason, that made you all giddy inside.

And not to kiss his ass just because of your colossal crush on him, but he gave smooth-tongued lectures. He was an expert on the lessons he gave, very informative and not just reading straight off a powerpoint or textbook.

Maybe his looks played a major role in why you pay attention during lectures, but he really had a way of speaking.

His delivery of the material was satisfying. He’s just as well qualified to teach at the level your older professor does. Furthermore, he’s quite the entertainer, mindlessly throwing witty commentary and fun analogies with his lectures.

He knew how to keep students engaged. Without trouble he brought smiles and laughter to your faces, even getting students to willingly participate.

You on the other hand, stayed on the down low. Funny, ‘cause there isn’t much to hide when your class was on the smaller side— not auditorium-level, the amount of girls in the room could be counted with one hand as this is a male-dominated class, and you chose to sit close to the front.

Still, you remained to stay as a background character, allowing room for the regular extroverts to ask and answer questions and engage in conversations. You weren’t really the type to speak up, and kept to yourself.

Nonetheless, you still paid attention like the rest.

You stayed busy anyways with how your mind ran laps with the various daydreams you envisioned. Eric Sohn served as the main love interest of your created scenarios, constantly sweeping you off your feet and doing things to you that were anything but holy.

Poor you, always in your head, day-dreaming like it’s a disease. Eating away at your brain with fantasies about someone you definitely cannot have, and definitely does not see you in the way you view him. He must already have a lover at home, or he knows he’s hot shit and has everyone wrapped around his finger.

Your thoughts were like that of a young teenager, filled with thirsty fantasies of someone you shouldn’t even dare to see in that way. It’s so hard though; He’s too easy on the eyes.

However, you wouldn’t act on those fantasies, certainly. That’d be ridiculous. But a girl could dream.

During lecture, you diligently took notes while retaining every word and detail that leaves his mouth.

The air in the classroom today was rare. He was in control and in focus, sparking your senses even more than usual.

As much as you tried to tame your dreamy, indecorous thoughts, they couldn’t be kept quiet. You watched the man you crushed on stride while lecturing, hands clasped together and using them to gesture while speaking, making the bracelets adorning his wrists jingle slightly.

His eyes would roam around in front of him as he spoke, not focusing on anything in particular unless he was looking at the projector screen, or person who answered or asked a question.

If his eyes happened to land on you even for a split second, holding contact until he fleeted them away, a hot sensation shot up your body, palms quickly sweaty.

That further provoked you, mindlessly chewing on the end of your pen in attempt to stabilize your heart rate and mind.

You had to be an embarrassment to society, geeking out over your hot student teacher as if you were an immature teenager. Here you were, squealing internally inbetween note-taking, striving to keep your hormones under control.

He’s just too damn attractive for your own good. How can you not yearn for him and ogle, even letting your eyes zero in and lower down towards his cro—

“See you guys next week! Have a good and safe weekend. Don’t forget to stay warm, it’s getting chillier.” Eric’s voice snaps you out of your perverted trance.

Quickly, the sounds of students rising from their seats and items being packed echoed the room. Some were eager to flee out, not hesitating in heading towards the door.

A quiet sigh lets out your mouth. Whether it be from exhaustion, relief, or getting the ick from your feelings— who knows?

You’re just ready to get back to your place, have some dinner, and fall deep into sleep. When you start to get a couple steps out from your row though, a voice catches your attention.

“Miss, Y/L/N?”

You stopped in your tracks.

“Can you stay for a bit? There’s something I want to discuss with you.”

Your heart dropped to your ass.

“Sure!” you voiced, calmly walking towards the front of the room where he stood. On the inside, you were anything but that.

You cannot recall a time that you were asked to stay after for something you’re unaware of. You’ve barely had any real interactions with your professor, let alone the student teacher. So what could this possibly be about?

Everyone else exited aside from yourself and three students who were talking to Eric. You’d figure people would wanna bolt out of class as soon as possible, but there was always those students that had burning questions post-lecture. Or in this case, simply wanted to linger longer to chat it up with the coolest guy ever.

You timidly stood on the sidelines, patiently waiting for them to wrap up their conversation.

With each second that passed, it made you even more anxious. Not only did you have to chat with your professor about God knows what, but it’s with the guy that unknowingly lives in your mind rent free.

In the time it takes to wrap it up with your classmates, you’re starting to prepare yourself for the worst-case scenario. Recently, you had written and submitted a two-page report, paired with a powerpoint on a particular landmark. Honestly, the requirements for it weren’t too strict, and it was certainly nothing compared to the ten-page paper you had to write for a different course.

But, you did write it last minute, and you had a habit of taking things from the internet and just rearranging the sentence structure.

There’s a chance that he wants to chat with you to reprimand you for your work. Oh, God. If you find yourself in a case of plagiarism, you don’t know what you’ll do with yourself. You’re getting queasy just picturing it. He needs to hurry up and get this over with since you’re shitting bricks while—

“Hey, so, I wanted to talk about your recent report.”

Fuck. Here we go.

“Your report was phenomenal. I read yours already— I have yet to put in the grades, but yours was probably the best in the class.”

Huh?

He’s commending you? In-person over an amateur, half-assed assignment that was nothing in comparison to actual, well-written research reports.

I mean, it is worth a decent percentage of your grade, but still…

“Oh— wow, uh, thanks. I didn’t think it was that impressive.” there’s a mix of surprise, confusion, and relief within your tone. You give him a shy smile, loosely playing with your fingers. Your eyes don’t dart away from his, though. It’d be disrespectful to do so, and as much as the shared gaze made your body roar in flames, you needed to remain nonchalant.

“Please, you’d be surprised how many college students can’t write for the life of them.” he scoffs, smiling at the thought. It prompts you to laugh softly. You swear you see sparkles in his eyes, and that gorgeous smile of his has your heart skipping beats.

“It’s refreshing to read some good stuff. Especially from a student like yourself.”

Your eyes widen just a tad at that, not going unnoticed by Eric.

“You’re not as outspoken or talkative as the others— at least, not in class. Which, I totally get. But, it’d be nice to hear more from you.”

You still give him a polite smile, sorta sheepish at his words. It is true that you remain on the quieter side. There was a severe lack of participation from you. Curse your timidness.

“It’s always the quiet ones that always work the hardest.”

That has you blushing hard. Your unattainable crush acknowledging you and going as far as to personally applaud you for efforts you thought went unnoticed.

To be experiencing this is like a dream; You don’t want to wake up.

Even if you outwardly denied it or just shyly smiled and brushed it off on the exterior, on the inside, it boosted your confidence and made you feel like you were worth something via the eyes of someone else.

Any compliment given to you had you eating it up, craving more even after you digested it. Constantly seeking validation in any form.

“I’ve heard that it’s also the quiet ones with a colorful imagination… and are the freakiest.”

Now that gets the smile on your face to slowly falter, looking at him all paralyzed, while he just casually dips his hands in his pockets, all relaxed as if he didn’t just insinuate something outlandish.

“Wouldn’t you agree?” he nods, you still confused.

“I’m sorry, what?” you nervously laughed. If you weren’t mistaken, you’d believe he was being suggestive. Provocative, perhaps? But this couldn’t be.

He has to laugh back, amusement etched in his features at your expression. Unfortunately you seem oblivious, but luckily for you, he’s not.

“Don’t act so coy, now.” he takes a small step forward, but it’s still enough to close distance between you two. Your heart’s palpitating.

“Or are you really clueless?” he cocks his head, allowing his eyes to freely rake over your form.

The height difference isn’t striking, but his glaring makes you feel rather small. You’ve indulged in the fantasy you’ve created of him having you as he wished and vice versa in your head. But the possibility of it unveiling behold you is… hard to swallow.

“You’re not so subtle with that little act you’ve got going on. I see the way you look at me.”

Fuck.

Now is when you panic. Your face is turning red hot, and there’s this dizzy feeling that’s bestowing upon you in hearing that he’s aware of your gawking. The desire to run away and bury yourself into a hole is vastly strong right now. But there’s no escaping from this.

“Mr. Sohn, I’m really sorry… I— I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable… This is really inappropriate of me.” by this point, your eyes were growing heavy, flickering with tears threatening to break out. This was so shameful, and there’s really nothing you can do to save yourself from your disgusting behavior.

However, it surprises you when he doesn’t start spitting out rightfully-deserved berates.

Instead, his hands fly up to hold your shoulders.

“Hey, hey…. Who said it made me uncomfortable.” he utters softly while holding you, making you bite your lip to keep yourself stable. His touch and what he says has you looking at him all misty-eyed, perplexed to say the least.

He wets his lips with his tongue and snickers, looking off to the side before locking his vision back to you.

“The way you look at me and my bulge is really fucking hot.”

It feels like your ears are playing tricks on you. This has to be some sort of test, or maybe you’re too caught up in your head that this feels real.

He gestures his hand out for you to grab it, and while hesitant at first, you do. He directs your hand over his crotch, pressing it over the area.

You gasp silently in shock that you’re actually feeling his clothed dick. Eric lowly breathes, eyes still on you with a visible appetite. Your gaze wobbles from his eyes to where your hand rested underneath his.

His manhood’s seemingly begging to be let free from his slacks, cock kissing your hand through the layers with a gnawing throb.

“Is this what you want?”

This sounded like a straight-up Wattpad fantasy. Shit like this actually happened in real life? Eric Sohn was making a move on you, being so risqué. And what makes it worse is that you’re falling for it, as this is all you’ve ever hoped for.

“You really want me like this?” that’s really the best response you could come up with. There’s a possibility he’s playing tricks on you. He could be teasing you and then turn this into some sick joke.

But he continues to leer over the length of your body, particularly lingering over your chest. Mentally you hi-fived yourself for deciding on a low-cut top today. Though, having this sudden ravenous attention on you made you want to disintegrate. How can you handle this heat?

His eyes soften for a moment, grinning while moving a hand to grab hold of your chin gently. Your breathing practically stills at the contact with starry eyes.

“‘Course, baby. You’re gorgeous.” he breathes out, making you purse your lips to prevent yourself from smiling like an idiot. Your cheeks on the other hand, are definitely blushing like a bitch.

His thumb slides faintly over your cheek until it’s dangerously close to your lips, hanging just on the corner of your mouth.

“Will you show me how good of a girl you are and blow me?” his breath fans out in front of you, pussy pulsing from his plead.

Your lips part in surprise. His utterance makes you go blank, and you only stare at him with a gaze that asks if this is crossing the line.

But with the way you haven’t protested against his behavior thus far, and having knowledge of your feelings towards him, that’s enough to tell him that you’re intrigued and willing to get dirty.

He should make sure to have your verbal consent, though.

The tip of his thumb fully lands on your bottom lip, beginning to strum slowly at the appendage. His eyes are overcast with carnal desire, while yours are too entranced on him, battling with yourself to not close them, for you fear you’ll miss out on what’s in front of you.

“Words, hon.” he says sweetly. This overwhelming feeling to give yourself to him and let him have it crashes over you. The idea of this gorgeous man blessing your mouth and throat with his cock sounds heavenly.

Now that you’re living your wildest dream, put into this position, looking into his eyes up close, you’re blind to any morality. Having his attention like this makes you want to submit to anything he has to say.

You’re not thinking about how wrong this is, or how it may make you seem whorish to willingly give yourself up to him like a naive girl.

You just need to have a taste of him.

“Wanna suck you off. More than anything.” deep inside your soul and in the back of your mind, indignity resides there. But, you have this chance to be sexually frisky with this man. There was no way in hell you could pass this up.

He gives you a satisfied smirk at your answer, dropping his hand from your face and giving you a nod.

“On your knees.” he instructs.

Despite your confident words, your heart’s pounding. You find his attractiveness intimidating, so as weak and desperate as you are for him, you hope he be the same for you.

You kneel down in front of him, ignoring the cold, dusty floor that you fall upon. Your hands rest over your thighs, orbs overlayed with vulnerability and form ready to offer yourself.

Eric wastes no time, the unbuckling and loosening of his belt ringing in your ears. You swear you start to feel arousal pool in your panties just from that.

His pants drop to his ankles shortly after, eye-level with his dick that pushes up against his briefs, looking tight and bulky.

You shift slightly and blink anxiously. Although your core is whirling in excitement, you turn to the door of the classroom, praying nobody walks in or will be aware of what’s about to happen in this very room.

Eric understands, but he needs your mouth now before any more anxieties get to you. And he’s already falling for the temptation of you sat like a good girl for him, all pretty-faced with your breasts perked out, proving his neediness for you even more.

“This is all between me and you, baby girl. Don’t act so innocent now. Put those thoughts into action.” he says softly while palming himself, groaning softly while he gives himself a few caresses.

That beautiful sound of his gets you to whimper weakly, making him raise a brow and chuckle at the ounce of sound.

“Want me to make your dreams come true, hon?” Hm?”

You wet your lips and plead with your eyes before reminding yourself to use that mouth of yours as well. “Let me help you.” you murmured.

That cues him to free his cock, briefs joining his pants at the bottom while his entire length springs up, meeting it in all its glory.

Eric grabs it, tauntingly waving it in front of you, your pupils following and processing his hefty size, especially fixating on his pink tip.

“It’s all yours. Have at it.” with that, he lets go of his shaft and you reach to let it grace your dominant hand, starting off with a light hold.

The feeling of your hand over his length has his breath hitching, more so when your finger tips start outlining a vein and caressing his cock skin, getting comfortable with him.

His bottom is leaning against the teacher’s desk, hands holding onto the edge of it as you finally touch him with your lips. You drag and pucker your lips to greet his cock calmly at first, giving his tip nice kisses and tasting it by tonguing at his slit.

That causes him to hiss and provide you with a lazy smile.

“Cute, hmm… Sweet girl.” he coos, mesmerized when you give his blushed tip one last smooch before letting your tongue hang out to smooth it over the underside of his length, dragging it all the way to the top and flashing him with a seductive gaze.

You left behind your saliva and savored the taste of his skin, treating his shaft like the yummiest popsicle you’ve been dying to try.

Eric’s lips part, hissing out a curse word at that dangerous, sultry look of yours as you lick up on him. That dirty side of you that you kept veiled is coming out for him to see.

The chance to comment on your teasing is ripped away from him when you suddenly envelop your lips around his head, one hand on his base gripping him with just enough effort while your mouth got to sucking some of his cock to start off.

It makes him immediately throw his head back, throat rumbling from the sensation, cock fluttering.

Your movements are not rushed at all to begin with, stroking his cock with your mouth at a calm rhythm and stopping for a second when you reached his tip again. Repeating this process a couple times.

You stayed with this pace until you felt the need to take a minor break, removing yourself entirely from his length to take a breather.

You licked your lips and still gave him stimulation with your hand while you were off, lubricating him with the saliva you’ve left behind and ensuring to spread the precum that’s shining from his tip.

“I knew you’d treat me good…. Little vixen.” he compliments you, bringing a hand to one side of your head, holding some hair that threatened to cover that gorgeous face of yours.

You stretched your body up, squeezing your thighs together and breasts to express how turned-on this got you.

Bubbles of spit emerged from your lips as you looked up at him with pouty-eyes, honeyed look such a contrast from the dirty work your mouth’s doing.

With a hand still resting on the side of your face, he guides your mouth back to his shaft.

Readily, you open up and take him into your moist entrance, grabbing hold of his thighs for security while you allow him to take control of your movements.

Eric’s incapable of holding out against the urge to push his hips towards the source that’s granting him divine pleasure. So, he thrusts into your mouth and you allow it, accommodating to being driven deeper by relaxing your jaw and sticking out your tongue.

He bobs you over his cock repeatedly, every other couple shoves closer to his end than the last.

Your lips sucked and squeeze his girthy length, saliva building up as you sucked him off, creating wet sounds. The farther he pushed you, it felt like you were swallowing him. His fat cock buried inside your mouth, making you whimper at the fullness that consumed you.

“Shhhhh… Be good for me, sweetie. You can take it, yeah?” he coaxes, pushing you further and stopping once your mouth was fully stuffed and nose touched his pubic bone.

Choking on his entire cock dazed you, trying your best to remain calm and let him hold you for a bit in this position before you needed fresh air.

The groans of his were gratifying, altering your brain chemistry from his sounds and having him shove your throat full of his fatty meat. You wanted to prove to him that you deserved this. That you’re a girl he’ll never forget.

He pulls you off after some seconds pass, hand falling to his side and you immediately gasped for air, brows knitted together as you coughed. You were slobbering, spit raining down your chin.

You hate wasting time though so once you collect yourself, you dive down towards his ballsack, navigating your tongue along his sack and lower shaft, licking up on him with a teasing smile and breathy laugh.

You then starts to kiss his balls affectionately, sucking them with eager in between. Nose-deep into his sack, his wet shaft taps your head, your insides swirling from indulging in his package.

“Cock drunk, aren’t ya, eh? he sneers, amused by your head game and breathing heavily from such.

You simply continue smiling, and stick your tongue out. Eric grabs hold of his cock, slapping his tip over it lightly three or four times, you humming at this heavy feeling.

Your core shivers from his dark, dilated eyes blaring down into you. In front of you, Eric’s enjoying the view and service you provide to him. Being on your knees, face growing messier by the second, seeing the sneak peek of your tits in that top, and that cheeky smile of yours is driving him mad.

He knows for a fact that you’re gonna make him bust soon.

Ardently, your mouth finds itself closing over his length again. A hand of yours holds his wet base while you go to town on him, blowing only halfway and flicking your tongue back and forth.

Eric’s so greedy, and decides to challenge you once more by grabbing a fistful of some of your hair to have a hold on you. He doesn’t aggressively pull on you, though. He just wants to keep you in just the right spot while he starts boning into your mouth again.

He bites down on his bottom lip before letting go to part his lips in bliss, moaning from your increased sounds of slurping and squelching. It’s insanely hot and wet, fucking up his senses in the best way possible.

“You may act like a sweetheart, but you suck cock like a fucking slut.” he grunts out, getting your pussy to clench from him referring to you as such. You’d suck his dick like a slut for him any time, any where.

His free hand maneuvers to your chin, holding you even more fastened. He doesn’t let up dragging you over his length, having hold on you to keep you just where he wants you.

Tears brim your eyes, vision blurry as you swallow and are stuffed full of girthy cock. He face fucks you into oblivion, incessantly bullying your throat. There’s a chance he’d bruise your soft palate, but getting him off meant more than temporary pain.

The amount of spit that soaked his manhood had you gurgling, splash-like sounds on repeat like a song. Those smutty noises push his drive even more, chasing after the high that’s calling to him. Almost there.

You moaned and hummed around him. Partly because you were also aroused at the sounds being produced, but also because your jaw was sorta starting to burn. There was no intent on stopping, though.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby girl.” his throat rumbles, largely from the vibrations of your moans stimulating his shaft further.

Air was getting knocked our of your lungs, and he further pushed your limits by bringing your face against his pubic bone again. Your lips stretched out as far as you could get them to, nose squished against his skin, with your bottom lip and chin touching his sack.

His cock fully down and inside the canal of your mouth/throat has him spacing out, consumed in the feeling of you taking care of his beloved manhood incredibly well.

Tears burn your eyes and one or two even manage to slip down to your cheek. His girthy cock is jammed-packed in your mouth, feeling clogged up and overloaded. It has you pressing your nails sharply into the skin of his thighs. Eric releases guttural groans, motivating you to stay strong.

After a moment, he kindly pulls you off. You’re tugged off with a large heave paired with choked mewls. Bubbles and foam of your drool slip down his length, tears staining your cheeks from the intensity.

Your face is definitely fucked up thanks to his cock, but Eric looks down at you with heavy lidded eyes, mesmerized by the ironically holy sight that looks so attractive from his perspective.

“Pretty girl.”

You whimpered at his remark, inching over to his balls to hide yourself and finish your job. You’re growing tired, but you sensually kiss and suckle some more at his hefty sack, ensuring to provide them with equal attention.

You could swear this gets him to let free a whimper, and so you persist with playing with them. You burrow and brush your nose and mouth against his balls, dreamy smile radiating your features.

Eric in concert grabs a hold of his cock, stroking and gripping himself in the right spots. He pumps his slippery shaft, head spinning from the touches, cock growing more stiff and breathing as heavy as ever.

“Shit, almost there.” he rasps, all tensed.

“Lemme cum down your throat.” he requests, knowing that it will be rapturous.

Plus, it would be easier to empty out down your throat instead of on your face, or anywhere else.

Eager to drain him dry, you swiftly swing up and over his shaft one last time.

Hard, but lazily, he jerks and twitches in your mouth, dominant hand holding onto your hair strands. He grunts and growls while exploding spurts of his seed inside your mouth.

Your eyes are shut, soaking in the sensation of him impregnating your mouth.

His hard cock pulsates, cum blazing as it releases. When he finally stops twitching, you swipe your tongue over his tip to make sure every last drop ends up in the right place.

He pulls out, his labored breathing serving as background noise while you swirl the thick consistency of his nut around, savoring him before letting it all slide down your throat.

You covered your mouth politely while swallowing, (even though there’s no point in being well mannered after giving him an untamed blow job) ensuring none of it spills out and all travels down you esophagus.

His body and psyche feels weak after orgasming, and his spine shivers while he catches his breath, but he still attempts to look at you: blinking in a daze, sniffling and licking at your lips.

Paired with messy, out-of-place hair, there’s a big ring around your mouth and nose area that no longer matches the rest of your face. He throat-fucked most of your makeup off, making him chuckle at your appearance and appreciating your devoted labor.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy. Wish you could see yourself right now.” he says in awe.

“Lemme see, open wide for me.” he then refers to showing him that you drank him up all the way.

Obeying, you open and stick out your tongue, giving him that proud look of a girl who swallowed every last bit of cum given to her.

“That’s a good girl. A really good girl.” he smirks, letting a hand down to the top of your head, patting your head delicately.

That has your cheeks swelling in fulfillment, cunt just as happy to hear that praise from the way it tingles.

His hand slithers lower towards your mouth, swiping affectionately at your corner. Although you already showed how strongly you felt about him with your head game, you impulsively grabbed that same hand. You direct it to your lips, kissing the skin of his knuckles, eyes remaining on him as you dropped those soft pecks.

Through his glasses, you can see lust and fascination present in his eyes. More strings start pulling him towards you, past the literal strings of saliva that attached you to his cock earlier.

To your surprise, he falls to the ground, now leveled with you.

“You okay, hon?” he coos suddenly, realizing he hasn’t respectfully checked in on if you were alright from what just went down.

Your eyes soften when his do, and you twinkle at him. “Yeah.” you murmured.

He observes your blotchy, smudged, and streaked face again, biting his lower lip with a broad smile.

“Such a messy baby.” That was so hot. So good for me.”

In the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours. While a bit shocked, you fall smoothly into the kiss gladly. He kissed you tenderly, passion burning through the movement of one another’s appendages. You were kissing Eric Sohn. Your student teacher.

“Whatcha say we go back to my place and get you cleaned up and taken care of, hm? Sound good?”

This is all unethical, but how could you pass this up? Nothing mattered except for the man you just gave the sloppiest top to. This is pathetic of you, but you needed more of him. And you reckon he wants to get to know more of you, too.

“Okay.” you grinned.