They’ll Never Listen

You ask him to open a jar for you? He can do that.

You need a heavy bag carried in? He’s on it.

You want the furniture rearranged? He scolds you if you even try to lift one of your delicate fingers.

He likes being needed, feeling like he has a purpose. His strength comes in handy for that.

His strength comes in handy in other ways, too.

Like when he’s kneeling at the edge of your shared bed and you’re spread out in front of him. You’ve already came twice, just from his fingers and tongue alone. You’re using your elbows to pull yourself up the bed, away from him and his touch. You almost make it to the top, but he’s quick to wrap his hands around your ankles and drag you back down to him.

“Why’re you tryin’ to run away from me, baby?” He says the words through a laugh, his breath hitting your wet cunt and causing it to twitch.

“S’too much, Luke.” He hears you say, voice all shaky and breathless as you come down from your orgasm. You’re trying to close your legs, push your thighs together and block him from the sweetest thing he has ever tasted. He’s fairly offended by the action. He won’t allow it.

He almost feels bad for you.

Almost.

“It’s not too much.” He moves his hands from your ankles to your thighs, using his muscle to push them back open and pin them down against the bed. You’re no match for him and he knows that you know it. “Wanna taste one more before I fuck you. You can do that, right, baby?” He asks, pressing little kisses against the inside of your thigh to help coax you into agreement. He trails his kisses down to your cunt, but pauses as he waits for your answer.

“One more.” Your voice is quiet but sure, giving him the verbal confirmation he needed.

He places a teasing kiss against your clit, his lips curling up into a guilty grin as he watches you writhe from the small action. You won’t last long this time, he’s sure of that.

“Atta girl.”

He works you up again slowly, careful not to give you too much or too little. He pumps his fingers in and out of you with ease, aided by his saliva mixed with your previous releases. His mouth finds your clit again, sucking softly on the sensitive bud. He finds that delicate spot inside of you, the one that makes your back arch when he hits it. You’re quickly approaching your third release of the night.

He pulls his mouth away all at once, slows the movements of his fingers.

You groan, an annoyed sound that has him entirely too pleased with himself.

Then, you start bucking your hips, eager to get yourself to that release you were just minutes ago saying would be “too much.” He almost can’t believe his eyes when he watches you bring your own hand down to your core, inches from his face, and begin to try to rub circles against your clit. It takes him a moment, but he finally reacts.

His free hand moves from your thigh to your wrist, pulling your hand away from yourself and pinning it to your lower stomach. You sigh loudly, wriggling to get out of his grasp, but he holds you there steady.

“Too eager for your own good, baby. I’ll get you there, you just need to be patient.” He says the words like a promise, which is exactly what they are.

His strength is used during those times when you’ve grown tired in his lap, when your bouncing has turned into the slow rolling of your hips that he knows means you need a little help from him.

“Someone’s getting lazy.” His tone is accusatory, but there’s no real bite behind his words. Truthfully, he likes when you get like this. Your body and brain are all tired and soft, but you’re still aching for that sweet release that only he can give you. It makes it easier for him to fuck into you at a pace he knows will make the both of you cum quickly.

“You poor thing,” He playfully tuts at you, “You need my help?” He asks the question already knowing what the answer will be—he just wants to hear you say it.

“Mhm, please, Luke. Need your help.” You keep the slow roll of your hips going as you respond, your voice all soft and needy. He feels that familiar surge in his chest, the one that’s specific only to you when you ask for his assistance. He can’t hide the way his lips curl up into a slow half smile at your words.

He’s watching your face, your eyes are half-lidded with desire, but they catch his. You must notice his expression, because you give him your own coy smile in return. He can’t help himself, before he knows it he’s leaning in and pressing a swift kiss to your lips—so quick you don’t even have a chance to fully react to it. It only makes your smile grow larger once he has pulled away.

With your permission, he begins to finally aid you. His hands move from their resting place on your thighs up to your hips, and he uses his grip to help begin to bounce you on his cock, getting you back to a slow rhythm and building from there. It doesn’t take him very long before he has a quick pace going, raising you up and then letting you fall back down onto him. Luke has taken full control of your movements now. You don’t even have to do anything for him now, just sit there and make those pretty little sounds he loves so much and let him fuck you down onto his cock.

Your hands find their way behind his head, locking behind his neck and pulling at the hair that rests there, earning you a quiet groan from him. His eyes are glued to where the two of you are connected, watching as you greedily keep taking him in. He sees that creamy white ring of your arousal coating the base of his cock, getting caught in the dark hair that rests on his groin. His balls twitch at the mere sight of it, at the physical reaction your body is giving him that he’s making you feel good.

His messy girl, you are.

You’ve worked him up all day. Your hand on his thigh, fingers rubbing circles into his jeans. Your fingers in his hair, twirling and tugging at the dyed strands. He couldn’t even make it to the bedroom when the two of you got home.

The view in front of him is something he’d kill for. He has you bent over the kitchen table, the skirt of your dress bunched up around your hips. His jeans and boxers have been pushed down just far enough for him to free his aching cock. He makes quick work of your underwear, pulling them off your hips and down to your thighs. One deep push and he’s fully seated inside of you, exactly where he has craved to be all day.

Your hips are wiggling just a little bit too much for his liking, so he places one hand on your lower back and pushes you down further into the table to help steady you, prevent your movements.

“Gonna make a mess of you.” He groans, beginning the steady, cruel rhythm of his thrusts. He’s not giving you any reprieve, not tonight. He’s going to fuck you until he spills deep inside of you. “You want that, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Luke. I want that, want you.” He hears you cry, watching the way your fingers dig into the wooden table beneath your palms.

One notably deep thrust has you gasping—and the table scooting a few inches across the floor from the force. He doesn’t falter, adjusting his footing and crowding behind you somehow even closer. He alters the positions of his hands, moving one up to hold the back of your neck and resting one on your hip, fingers gripping the skin. The new position helps him pull you back towards him to meet the snap of his hips.

He can feel the way your thighs are starting to twitch against his, how your moans have turned into broken cries. Your cheek is smushed against the table, but from the side of your face that he can see, he notes how your eyes have turned wet.

“You about to cum for me?” He gets out between deep breaths, voice all knowing and smug. You try to nod your head, not able to spit out any actual words—only broken little sounds. He knows you are from the tiny little tells of your body. “Yeah, you are. Let me feel you, baby.” He urges, keeping up his pace to get you there.

A loud cry is his first indication that you’re cumming, followed by that familiar squeeze your warm walls gives his throbbing cock. That right there is enough to send him spiraling. He’s leaning over you now, his chest pressing you down into the table even further as he seats himself fully inside of you again and lets himself finally cum.

He presses kisses against your head, then your sweaty cheek, rocking his hips until the two of you have both come down from that blissful high. The two of you are a panting, sticky mess by the end of it—both in desperate need of a cool shower, where round two will most definitely occur.

Dan loves spanking you.

He’ll bend you over his desk after school, lift up your skirt, and have his way with you. He’ll keep on hand on your thigh with your skirt bunched up and one on your ass, giving it a good smack every so often.

“Been a bad girl today, huh? Spreading those pretty legs under your desk acting all innocent, showing off to me.”

You shake your head, biting your lip and moaning as he lands a firm hand on your ass.

“Liar.”

Admittedly, you had been sitting in the back of his classroom grading his papers, as a good teacher’s assistant does.

And you just so happened to be spreading your legs apart, showing him you weren’t wearing anything under your skirt.

He starts fucking you harder, the silent room filled with wet noises coming from your pussy, the impact of his hand, and both of your moans.

He stills as he pours himself inside of you, giving you a few more slaps and kneading of your ass, your orgasm following shortly after.

Dan loves it when you ride him.

He gets to watch your tits bounce as he fucks you from below, holding onto his cigarette or his pipe depending on if he wants that extra buzz.

He’ll look at you as he takes a hit and exhales with a moan as you roll your hips, taking in more of his cock.

He’ll keep eye contact with you the entire time, only ever breaking contact to look at your delicious tits and his cock disappearing inside you.

He’ll put a hand on your lower abdomen to feel his cock filling you up. He’ll twitch at this and moan, the feeling intoxicating to him.

He’ll grab your hips as he gets close, forcing your pussy down on him, his hips tensing and thrusting up. His cum fills up your pussy as you rub your clit to chase your own orgasm and he feels your pussy flutter around his spent cock.

I’m gonna make this one a 2-parter because my mind wanders sooo much and I need to go to bed.

As always, requests/asks are open~

Lars sets his phone down on the desk and, without taking his eyes off it, switches on his computer.

The phone’s lit up with the app open, just as it has been since he swerved haphazardly into his usual parking spot and switched off the engine without caring to straighten up.

He hadn’t even heard Cindy’s usual cheery greeting as he passed through the lobby earlier, either, completely consumed with his finger hovering over the buttons on the screen.

Cindy shook her head with a gentle laugh, ‘Can’t keep those two away from each other even at work. So sweet.’

But Cindy wasn’t quite right about that – Lars wasn’t sending you a cute good morning text like he usually did as he meandered into work.

‘Lars, buddy, it’s your turn for coffee today.’ Kurt drawls from the next desk over. ‘Lars? Hello?’

‘Oh- yeah? Sorry I was-’

Kurt turns to see what’s got Lars so distracted and immediately clocks the app, the love heart dial in the centre pulsing enticingly as it waits to be toyed with. Much like Lars was imagining you were right now.

‘Oh! I know what that is,’ Kurt exclaims, ‘don’t mind if I do-’

Never seeming to miss a beat when it comes to Lars’s personal life, Kurt was of course immediately all over the phone, swiping it from the desk and jabbing at the settings with a careless, haphazard finger.

Not the sort of treatment Lars would ever subject you to. His blood boils instantly.

‘Kurt! Stop!’ Lars tries, reaching to grab the phone. It’s futile and he feels kind of silly, but aside from Kurt abusing the settings and therefore you, he wants to be the first one to use it.

‘Trouble in the bedroom, huh?’ Kurt teases, ‘Had to employ the old vibrator to get things moving?’

‘No!’ Lars protests, puffing out his chest, ‘We have a very full and healthy-’ he clears his throat, conscious that he’s a work, and lowers his voice before finishing his sentence, ‘sex life.’

Kurt unceremoniously tosses the phone screen-down back onto Lars’s desk with a clatter before sliding back to his chair.

‘Well, that oughta get things going,’ he chuckles, slipping on his headphones to drown out Lars’s inevitable response.

Lars frowns, his body feeling hot and tense, but swallows down his irritation at Kurt’s little stunt. 

It doesn’t matter what Kurt thinks, because Lars knows the truth. He knows he goes to bed with you every night and thoroughly satisfies you before you sleep. He knows that he’s never craved touch, or sex, this much in his life and that the urges are completely sated with you each time he has them. And that’s exactly why you ordered the vibrator, so you could stay connected while he was at work, because what Kurt doesn’t understand is that you and Lars can’t keep your hands off one another.

He takes a deep breath to steady himself before picking up the phone to see the damage. 

Wincing, he turns it over to see that the vibrator he’d slipped into your underwear this morning had been turned from Off to the highest, fastest setting.

‘Oh no! No, no, no-’

He smashes the Off button like his life depends on it, shooting Kurt a look like thunder before picking up his desk phone and dialling your number.

‘Hey, it’s me,’ he coos quietly into the receiver.

‘Lars,’ you pant, voice ragged, ‘what uh- that was-’

‘I’m so sorry,’ he whispers, shutting his eyes tight as he considers how to explain it.

He shoots a look over his shoulder at Kurt, who is now completely in his own world, air drumming with a pen and pencil to whatever racket is pumping through his headphones. If he tells you Kurt switched it on, he’s sure that won’t only ruin the mood for you, but it will ruin it for him too, so he makes something up.

‘I uh… I dropped my phone. Are you okay?’

‘Yeah… yeah I’m okay, but that was kinda intense.’

‘Oh? Okay, well…’ Lars slides his phone closer and presses on the dial, setting the vibrator to the lowest speed. ‘How’s that feel?’

His voice is all low and husky now. You smile, knowing that just hearing you on the phone has given him the confidence he needed to start using the controls.

‘That feels… mmh, pretty good…’ 

It’s nestled right against your clit, buzzing slowly and gently.

‘Yeah?’ he asks, ‘How about… if I do this?’ 

Lars turns it up a little, and you moan at the change. Your reaction is so loud, he quickly slaps a hand over his mouth and holds the receiver to his chest and looks around, but no one he can see from his office cubicle has batted an eyelid. He can hear the faint office chatter and hum of computers and screech of the xerox machine continue on as normal in the background, so his shoulders drop.

‘Good?’ he asks.

‘So good… still not as good as you, though, baby,’ you whine. ‘When will you be home?’

Lars bites his lips together, feeling the way his trousers tighten at the sound of you whining and begging for him. He feels feral at the idea that he’s doing this to you, but it’s still not enough for you without him actually being there.

‘Do you want more?’ he asks, smirking to himself.

‘I want you, Lars,’ you moan, and he turns it up another notch.

‘Lar- Lars- gonna make me- c-c- ohhmmnnn-’ 

‘You gonna come?’ he breathes heavily, trying to keep his voice as low as he can, which is doing nothing to put out the blaze between your legs.

He turns it up again – a slightly stronger vibration and a more persistent rhythm, and listens to you completely unravel down the phone; your breath rapidly falling uneven as you gasp and pant, and a muffled sound of bedsheets rustling as you writhe on his bed, crying out for him.

Lars is dizzy, knuckles white where he grips onto his desk, and as he listens to your panting quieten, he shakes his head, remembering himself and lowering the vibrator until it’s completely off.

He’s so hard it’s unbearable, but for now he’s hidden under his desk, and he’s on the phone. No one would bother him while he’s clearly on an important call.

‘Are you okay?’ he asks, a pang of guilt in his stomach that he’s not there with you, holding and kissing you as you recover, the way he likes to. ‘I’m gonna take an early lunch, okay? I’ll be with you soon – a couple of hours… can you wait that long for me?’

‘Mmh, need you Lars,’ you groan, still dazed from the intensity, and from knowing he was doing this to you from his work. You wonder if he’s turned on, red and embarrassed and stuck with a tent in his pants beneath his desk, and bite your lip at the thought.

‘Okay,’ he whispers darkly, like he’s plotting something far more dangerous, ‘I’ll try and sneak out earlier… do you feel ready for another round until I can get there?’

‘Mmhmm,’ you agree, feeling the instant gentle buzz start back up. You jolt, still sensitive from your high, but quickly ease into it.

‘I’m gonna get off the phone so I can really focus okay? I’ll be with you soon.’

‘Okay… bye Lars, and please hurry, I’m so wet for you,’ you coo, knowing what it’ll do to him.

‘I- I will, I’ll be- oh- I’ll be as fast as I c-can,’ he stutters.

He drops the receiver back into place and carefully grabs a file from the shelf above his desk, surreptitiously sliding it over his middle to hide his arousal as he stands, slipping his phone into his pocket.

Kurt turns and lifts one side of his headphones. ‘Remember it’s your turn for coffee, buddy,’ he reminds Lars, smirking. He knows, but Lars is too far into this to notice.

‘Mmhmm, coming up,’ he says absently, hurrying off to the bathrooms with the file clutched awkwardly over his aching cock.

There’s no one in the bathroom when he sneaks in, so he locks himself in a stall, drops the file, takes a steadying breath, and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

Sweat coats his forehead as he stares down at the app, the low setting going steady, and wonders how long you could stand that, how pent up you might get if he was to just leave it that way until he gets home and watches you come undone with the vibrator under his control.

He checks the time at the top of the screen. It’s only 10am. He’d come in late, and had been here for half an hour, and he was trapped in the bathroom with what feels like the hardest dick he thinks he’s ever experienced, red faced, sweat pouring down his face now, hair a mess, a wet spot on the front of his pants…

‘Fuck it,’ he mutters. 

It’s unlike him to let out such a casual profanity (except for when you’re riding him or sucking his soul out of his cock, but he thinks given the circumstances he can be excused for those times). But then, this whole situation is unlike him. You’ve unlocked thoughts and feelings in him that he’d never before experienced and the scariest part was how much he liked it.

He slips the phone back into his pocket and collects the file, heading straight out without a word to anyone, even Cindy who just watches him march out holding the file, with a curious frown, but doesn’t bother to ask.

Lars usually rushed home to you, but today, you hear the rubber of his tires screech on the gravel outside.

But it’s just this one time.

A forgotten essay you literally had no idea of. You only learned of it when Ryland told the class that the grades are already posted in the portal for the assigned essays, and specifically called you—and three other students—out for not submitting anything at all. Not even a half-assed essay that he could’ve easily given you a C for, because at least that would’ve spared you from another round of humiliation now that you two are alone.

You didn’t mind it when he did it in front of the class. Whatever humiliation that took place a few hours ago was practically lukewarm from what you’re about to receive now. Because at least Ryland wasn’t outright calling you stupid around other people. At least he was kind enough to only call out your incompetence and laziness that will no doubt affect a huge chunk of your grade.

“I feel like I have,” Ryland sighs to himself as he leans against his desk. “I feel like I’ve been too kind to you that you’ve forgotten I’m also your professor, you know?”

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry unless you’ll actually do anything to make a difference,” he snaps, immediately shutting you up. “This isn’t the first time it happened. And the first one, I let it slide, and I gave you a special project instead because I want you to pass. But like I said, I feel like I’ve been too kind.”

Ryland approaches you slowly until he’s standing in front of you. You can feel the heat of his body near you—it’s so near. You can smell his gentle cologne and his aftershave. But you can’t look in his eyes. Because if you do, you’ll cry. So you stare at his white shoes instead.

“Don’t you also think so?” Ryland asks you as he tilts your head up by his fingers on your chin. “Answer me.”

“I’m sorry,” is all you can really say. Because he’s right. He’s been nothing but kind to you, always adjusting deadlines when he sees you struggling, offering a helping hand to your other courses—he’s been kind and patient. But you also know better than anyone that even Ryland has his limits. And he’s never really tolerated how stupid you are when it comes to academics even if he’s helping you through it all. “I’ll do better next time. I just—it slipped my mind. I had that group project for—”

“And that means you get to forget about my class and not put any effort in it at all?” Ryland asks, his eyes darker through his glasses, clearly pissed. “Was I supposed to remind you about it? Isn’t it your job as a student to know that stuff? Do I have to spoonfeed you all the time?”

“No,” you shake your head, avoiding his eyes by closing your own. You can only be grateful the two of you are back home now and he’s not doing this in his classroom or his office like last time. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry—”

“I don’t need to hear it again,” Ryland cuts you off. “Go ahead and strip instead.”

That’s how you found yourself getting fucked stupid into the bed. As if you being stupid isn’t the reason why Ryland is so mad in the first place.

He’s got your air hiked up in the air, his thick cock stretching you open. He’s mean enough to leave his clothes on while you’re fully naked, the roughness of his jeans and belt slamming against your bare ass while he pinches your nipple hard between his fingers.

You scream. Not the quiet and muffled scream. You scream so loudly that Ryland slaps a hand across your cheek that immediately renders your mouth shut, but not enough to keep the sobs from falling between your lips.

“Ry, I’m sorry—please, please, forgive me—won’t do it again—” you sob repeatedly. You don’t even know what words are coming out of your mouth. All you can do is sob and beg for his forgiveness while Ryland continues his drilling assault in your sopping wet hole. “I’ll do better—I’ll do better, Ry, please—please forgive me—”

“I know you will,” Ryland simply grunts breathlessly.

He looks down to watch his thick cock fucking inside you. It’s damn near splitting you open. It’s been awhile since he fucked you this hard again, and you have no idea what’s going on in his mind, mainly because you can’t even fucking think for yourself in the first place.

Then he pulls his dick out completely, making a loud wet squelch that makes you sob out in emptiness as you make grabby hands at him like a needy little kitten. You don’t even care how stupid you look. But if your cunt is the only thing that will make Ryland feel better, then you never want his cock out of you anymore.

But before you can beg him to fuck you again, he slaps your swollen clit three times in a row. And each time, you jolt and scream and your legs instinctively push his hand away.

“No, you won’t.” Ryland slaps your cunt again, and this time you don’t stop the wave of tears dripping from your eyes. Your whole body racks into sobs as you desperately try to close your legs. “Dumb stupid little girls like you deserve this. You shouldn’t even be getting my dick, but I’m generous. So you should be grateful I’m touching you like this.”

Ryland mounts you again as he shoves his wet fingers into your mouth to shut you up. His cock slips right inside without any problem, wet and sticky, every inch of his fat cock reaching places inside you that you didn’t even know existed. He goes so deep that his balls are slamming against your ass when he continues to fuck you hard and deep. 

“Goddamnit,” he grunts. “No matter how much I fuck this dirty little pussy, she’s always so fucking tight. Does she love getting fucked by my dick so much, baby? Is that why?”

All you can do is nod. He sounds in a better mood. That’s a good thing. But then his thumb finds your clit as he pounds away, and your legs shake uncontrollably around his waist, and then you squirt.

You squirt all over his shirt and pants, and your brain instantly becomes foggy with pleasure. You barely hear anything as your ears are ringing loudly, but you can feel your legs still quivering and the way Ryland fucks you through it, his thumb going crazy on your swollen clit as you spray everywhere.

“Oh fuck—oh fuck, Ry, I’m—oh fuck, that feels so fucking good—oh god—” you whine loudly, head throwing back on the mattress. “Oh fuuckkkk—please, don’t stop—please, Ry, please come in me—please come in me, please—”

“Yeah,” Ryland rasps out, and you feel him already throbbing hot inside you. Any moment now and— “Keep squeezing me—yeah, that’s right. Good girl. Good fucking girl, keep squeezing ny cock—oh shit—”

He lets out a loud, guttural moan as he fucks his cock deep inside you, then begins coating your gummy walls with hot spurts of cum. But even then, Ryland doesn’t slow down immediately. He fucks you through it, his thumb still rubbing your sensitive little clit, until he eventually slows down his thrusts—your cunt making loud wet squelches as he moves, and before you know it, he’s pushing you over to another orgasm.

Your toes curl as your pussy gushes cream all over his meaty cock. And when Ryland pulls away, he takes a moment to catch his breath as he keeps your legs open for his own viewing. You can feel your cunt sore and gaping. You can feel his cum dripping out of you and onto your asshole that clenches instinctively when it feels the thick liquid. 

And when you look down, you see Ryland already pumping his cock to hardness again in his wet hand. 

“You’re not done. Come here and clean off the mess you made on my dick.”