#danoberry

description: after many “private” sessions with your professor, you finally get what you’ve been wanting.

content: SMUT 18+!!!, age gap (reader is in her 20s), use of the word “kiddo” a lot, kinda cum play, teasing, more stuff but it’s unimportant and it’s 12:30am

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

wc: 2.7k

afab genitalia

AN:

hi guys! i’m really back! new content, woo! when i fade out of my interests, there’s a gap of time where i really have no interests. after i stopped being OBSESSED with paul dano, i finished breaking bad and watched better call saul, which, of course, sparked a huge interest and an infatuation with bob odenkirk. with that being said, here is the new fic. i hope everyone, even my religiously devoted dano fans, enjoy!

description: joby finds your vibrator and has you put on a show.

content: SMUT 18+!!!, hella overstim, slight masochism, dumbification, squirting, cum play, voyeurism, degradation, just overall filthy

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

wc: 2.5k

afab genitalia

AN:

woah two posts in like three days? i’m on a roll! wrote this one on a whim because i got a good idea, and stayed up all night working! enjoy!!!

You’re tired— so fucking tired as you lie on Joby’s bed. You’ve had a long day at work, and he knows this. It’s only 5pm, but as the blinds cast a shadow over your body, the lamp outside of the apartment illuminates your body in stripes of shadow and light. Joby stands over the sink, washing his face with hot water, groaning from the warmth of the water while he holds his hands to his face. He found something of yours before you got home. He’s stalling to tell you… it’s for your own good. 

Joby slyly walks out of the bathroom, but you can’t see him yet, with your face buried in a pillow that smells like body odor and cigarettes. He opens his drawer nonchalantly. 

“Baby?” He calls out. 

“Hm?” You groan.

“I found something of yours today.” 

“Oh you did? What was it?” Your voice is muffled. 

“Turn around and I’ll show you.” 

“But baby,” you whine, “I’m tired!” 

Suddenly, you hear a buzz humming from the other side of the room. Surely he isn’t shaving. You turn over and Joby stands there, mockingly in awe of what he has in his hands. He’s looking it up and down. He’s touching the top and watching his fingertip shake. He found your vibrator. 

Your eyes widen and you sit up. 

“Where’d you get that?” 

“Your nightstand.” 

You scoff nervously. “What were you doing in my nightstand?” 

“I was looking for some chapstick… but I found this pretty thing instead! When do you have time to use this?” He continues to run his fingertips against the top of the pink, vibrating toy. 

“Joby I— I use it when you’re away. Turn it off, it’s gonna go dead. Just put it up and forget about it.” 

“Forget about it?” He asks. “You want me to forget about it? You’re so desperate you can’t even wait for me to fuck you? You have to use this cheap shit?”

“Joby seriously it’s not that big of a deal—“ 

He throws the vibrating toy onto the bed next to you and it vibrates against your thigh. You pick it up to turn it off, but Joby doesn’t approve. 

“Uh-uh, babydoll,” he tuts. 

“What?” You scoff, impatience bubbling as he gets cockier. Joby pulls a chair from the table and flips it around, straddling it. He leans his forearms on the top of the back of the chair and runs his fingers through his hair. 

“Well, if you want to be a whore and use a cheap piece of plastic to fuck yourself, you can go ahead and show me.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me—“ 

“Nope. I wanna see how you fuck yourself when I’m not here.” 

You hesitate with your mouth agape, he raises his eyebrows, smirking patronizingly. 

“Show me baby.” 

Your cunt begins to clench around nothing as he speaks to you in such a degrading way. You’re quite angry with him, sure, but fuck is he turning you on. You argue one last time for full effect, “Joby come on, this is so stupid!”

He stares at you like you’re ignorant, not muttering a word. You huff a whine and grab the vibrator, dragging it along your clothed thighs, trailing to your cunt that was already clenching around nothing. 

You leave it at its lowest setting, pressing it gently on your clothed clit. You mewl at the feeling and grab one of your tits from under your shirt, squeezing it. You pull the vibrator away from your clit and use your hands to take off your shirt, and then your bra, your pants, and soon, you’re sat with nothing on but a thong. You fail to see Joby’s reactions. He licks his lips and palms at his growing erection while he’s watching you strip for him across the room.

You grab the vibrator again and hum when you press it back to your clit, grinding yourself onto the toy and whining quietly. 

“Oh- fuck Joby,” you whisper. He watches silently, entertained and aroused by the way your body moves against your toy. The way your back arches when you press just a little too hard, the way you shake your core around the vibrator when it isn’t giving you enough. He’s fascinated. He’s fucked you plenty of times and he’s seen you like this, under him before, but something about watching you from afar— really studying you, it’s making him weak. 

You turn up the setting on the vibrator, whining more and more as slick falls down your weeping hole, getting on the mattress. You press harder on your clit and moan out, gasping. A knot forms in your stomach, and you press harder on your bud, letting your orgasm crash over you, and quickly setting the toy aside to catch your breath. 

Joby watches as you do this and wants to come over and put it right back on your clit himself, to send you into overstimulation by his doing, but he doesn’t give into his fantasy so quickly. Firstly, he stands up and walks over to you and sits next to your tired body that’s panting, staring up at the ceiling. Joby kisses your forehead, but he feels anything but remorse for what he’ll order you to do. 

“Did I tell you you could stop?” He asks you, like you’re a baby. 

“Oh, Joby!” you whine loudly. 

“I didn’t, did I?”

“No…” 

“Correct!” he taunts. “Come here.”

You sit up and crawl in between his legs, laying against his chest. He grabs the vibrator and turns it onto the highest setting, not hesitating to hold it against your clit. The feeling shocks you immediately and you whine out against his shoulder. 

“Ah- I- Oh, Joby! It’s too much! It’s s’much Joby!” 

“If you want to act like a helpless little bitch I’m gonna treat you like one.” 

You moan while you shuffle your feet and move against his stomach, feeling the erection straining at his pants. You’re barely distracted though, because you’re so overwhelmed by the high pressure he’s emitting against your sensitive bud. You breathe against him— engulfed by body odor and cigarette smoke. You feel your second orgasm impending fast.

“Please, I- I’m- Hmngg- Please!” 

You flail against the toy and cry out against his shoulder as your orgasm crashes, to what feels like all over your body. Your legs shake while you yelp, losing feeling in your core for a brief moment. He keeps the vibrator pressed against your cunt, sobbing with cum and clenching hard on nothing.

“Joby it’s too much! Too much! I- ah- hmphh!” You scream against his chest and tears start to form in your eyes, the vibrator constantly hurts your core and stings at your clit. You weep against his body. His dick is rock hard, straining against his pants, and you can feel it while you rub and whine and cry and squirm against him. He simply kisses your head. 

“You can handle it.” 

The pain settles in fast as another knot snaps in your stomach, and all you can feel is hot. He presses down and lets up repetitively, drilling the vibrator onto your bud. You flail around while you shuffle your feet. Drool pools in your mouth as you scream and moan with your mouth agape. You dig your head against his side, and slobber drips out of your mouth, staining on his white tank top. His dick twitches again and you can hear a groan escape his mouth, quiet yet pronounced.

 The pain subsides and turns into pleasure again. You’re melted into an incoherent, babbling mess. 

“Job- ah, uh, ff- hmngg, Jo- ah- by!” You’re screaming against him. You can barely breathe. You love it. 

“Such a pathetic whore,” He growls into your ear, grinding his erection against your back. “You like that, huh? You like being fucked by this cheap shit? Do I need to stop fucking you so you can use your toy more often? ‘Ah- ah, oh Joby!’— you’re hilarious!” 

“‘Need you— you— ah!— in me,” you whine all over him.

He takes the vibrator off of your cunt abruptly and turns it off. 

“Do you need my cock,” he asks, “or do you need this?” he waves the toy in front of your face, and presses it to your lip. He throws it next to you. You look up at him against his chest as he stares down at you. Your eyes flutter. 

“Both— please,” you’re starting to cry from the lack of contact. 

Joby wouldn’t admit this to you, but watching you cry in his lap made him feel a bit remorseful for being such an asshole to you. He doesn’t relent, though, he simply pets your hair and growls again, “Flip over, you dumb bitch.” 

You try to move, mewling as you pick your arms up and attempt to face him. You just can’t. 

“Aww, is my pretty baby too sore to move?” He taunts.

You nod your head and sniffle. Joby sits up and lays you down in front of him, your pussy inches away from his crotch. He swipes his fingers between your drenched folds, bringing his hands to lips, licking off your slick. He unbuckles his belt and throws it to the side, unbuttoning and unzipping his tight jeans. He pulls down his boxers and his cock springs out immediately. Precum leaks from his bright pink tip, begging to be inside you. He swipes his fingers over your slit again and rubs his cock against your thigh, shoving his slick covered fingers in your mouth, gagging you for a moment. You moan, and he takes his fingers out of your mouth.

“Joby please!” You beg, coughing— spitting. 

“God I don’t know how you aren’t embarrassed at yourself. Drooling for my cock. You want my cock?” He mocks your whining, “Huh, yeah?” 

“Please,” you beg in a broken sob. 

Joby scoffs and laughs at you, bringing his cock away from your thigh and rubbing it against your soaked folds. You moan when his cock touches your swollen clit, and yelp when he finally shoves himself in you, giving you no time to adjust. He takes your legs and wraps them around his hips, fucking into you fast. 

He leans over your body, grabbing one of your tits and flipping at your nipple. You’re weak— voice getting sore from screaming and moaning. He fucks in and out of you relentlessly, grunting when your walls spasm around him. 

All that he can give you isn’t enough, as much as you try and convince yourself it is. With all of the prior simulation compared to him fucking you, it’s not enough, even if his cock is hitting all of the right places. You look up at him, and he’s squeezing his eyes at the ceiling, swallowing hard as you see his Adam's apple disappear and appear quickly.

You grab the vibrator from your side and quickly flip it onto the highest setting, applying it to your clit and crying out from the double stimulation. Joby snaps his head down when he feels the vibrator hum around you. 

“Can’t get enough huh? Fucking slut.” 

He leans over you and takes control of the vibrator while he ruts into you at a brutal pace. He uses his thumb against the tip to press down onto you. You’re squirming against him with tears rolling down your face in bliss. Spit is pooling to the side of your face, thrashing back and fourth. 

His cock curls deliciously, kissing your cervix when he fucks into you. You’re whining and moaning his name when you look into his eyes and begin to squirt clear liquid onto the lower part of his shirt. He holds the toy against your clit, and it doesn’t stop streaming. You’re moaning with euphoria, and you cum almost immediately around his cock, squirting all over the front of his shirt. 

He’s fucking into you harder and riding out your high while you clamp down on him, and the tightness is enough to make him cum as well, but he quickly pulls out and lets the white droplets bead all over your stomach, leaning over and kissing your tits. 

Your squirting ends and Joby finally takes the vibrator off of your cunt and turns it off. He’s drenched in your fluid, towering over your body and groaning as he smears his cum all over your stomach with his hand, and grabbing your tits with the stickiness making noises as he takes his hands off of you. 

Joby lays down next to you, and you’re moaning out quiet sobs as you’re still coming down from your high. 

“Are you okay baby?” He asks with sincerity, the juxtaposition of how he’s acting almost enough to alarm you.

Your eyes flutter, you nod your head slowly. “Legs… hurt s’bad,” you mutter. 

“They’re hurting you, princess? Do I need to kiss them better?” 

“Mhmm…”

He sits toward your thighs and licks them, tasting your juices and pecking at them. You’re so tired from the countless orgasms you just endured. Your eyes are closing with tiredness. Joby takes his head from your thighs and massages them when he lays back next to you. 

“You got me soaked, baby.” 

“I know…” You acknowledge quietly. 

“Do you need to sleep?” 

“Mhm…”

“Go ahead and sleep baby, I’ll get you all cleaned up when you wake up.” 

“Thank you Job.”

description: your unrealistic crush on your english professor becomes a little more realistic than what you had initially expected…

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, power dynamic, blowjob, guided fingering, praise, “sir” kink, lots of “good girl,” reader is a college student (of age obviously), calvin is an unprofessional professor, tiny mention of calvin’s past with ruby (only kinda implied)

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

genre: mature/nsfw/professor au

wc: 3.6k

afab genitalia

Professor Weir-Fields paid no mind to the students gathering their things and filtering out of his English lecture. Instead, he sat in his chair at the front of the room, and prodded his desk with the bottom of his red pen, skimming through an assignment written by someone in your class. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and wrote something on the side of the paper that you couldn’t make out. It could’ve been yours. But then again, he tended to grade your assignments with slightly more precision. Smiley faces on your paper. High grades, even when it was obvious you had half-assed the assignment the night before. You would catch him staring at you during group work, which you replied with a shy smile. You were his favorite student. And honestly, he was your favorite professor. He was young, only a few years older than yourself, and a published author. The man was brilliant, charming, handsome. 

After his class, you would consistently make sure to stay just slightly later than everyone else, gathering your things last minute, so that Mr. Weir-Fields would bump into you on your way out, or call you back to chat. The attention he gave you wasn’t helping your obsession. 

You found yourself lost within your mind, in class, more than once. Thoughts of him bending you over on his desk, or just kissing him, or sucking his cock under the hollow podium. It was simply perverted.

You saw the way the other women in your class would adjust their tops and puff out their chest when they walked out, almost like high school girls, to get a sliver of his attention. They probably had the same thoughts as you, too. However, you were his go to student to talk to after class.

The lecture hall had cleared exponentially. You gathered your supplies and placed them in your bag, and began to walk down the steps. Your head shifted in his direction, and quickly was diverted when you saw he wasn’t looking at you. Your head faced the exit as you walked past his desk. 

The professor looked up at you quickly with a hint of annoyance and tiredness in his eyes, before raising his eyebrows and opening his mouth. 

“Oh, Y/N?” 

You turned around, disheveled. As if you didn’t have conversations with him after class like this almost every day. 

“Yes sir?” 

You walked towards his desk with your phone in your hand and a tote bag at your side. 

“Hey, listen, are you doing anything within the next hour or so?” 

You stiffened. Surely you were dreaming… 

You answered the question, filled with a lavender haze from talking to the man you had such an unrealistic crush on. You forgot about anything and everything you could have had to do that evening. 

“Uh… no?” 

Professor Weir Fields chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. 

“I know I’m pretty uptight the majority of the time but you can loosen up a bit! I was just wondering if you could help me grade some papers in my office.” 

“Ah-um… am I allowed to do that, Professor?” 

He chuckled again. “Oh please, Y/N, you can call me Calvin. I’m hardly a few years older than you.” 

You listened to what he said, but to maintain respect decided to continue to address him with the respective titles he deserved. 

 He paused for a moment, while he looked at you with his mouth open to speak again. “You’re allowed to do whatever I tell you you can do, alright?” He smiled again and soaked in your expression, “Here, take these. I’ll show you to my office.” 

Slowly, yet lacking hesitation, you took half of the fat stack of papers in your clutch, and Calvin grabbed his things and put them into a backpack. He slung it right over his shoulder and walked behind you to the exit. 

“Take a left- mhm.” 

You walked down the deserted hall with your professor trailing behind you. Your heart raced with a nervousness that you couldn’t describe, and the blood rushing to your cheeks covered your face in a shade so scarlet it was maroon. You were seriously embarrassed because of how you were acting. That “cool” facade you put on beforehand was gone. You were a god damn nervous wreck. 

“Yeah second door on the right… right here.” 

You got out of his way when he opened the door. There on his desk lay another stack of papers, a MacBook, and a cup with pens and pencils, and a lamp. Books lined the shelf on the wall, from head to toe, and the shades were partially shut, letting in a minute amount of sun. 

“I’ll keep that door open for the draft- it’s hot as hell in here… Woah, Y/N, you okay?” 

Calvin looked up at you while he flicked on the lamp, to see your red-hot cheeks burning up at him like flaming suns. 

“Oh- uh, yeah… it’s just hot in here.” 

“If you don’t want to stay in here and help that’s completely okay, I just figured since you’re my star student and all I could use another set of intelligent eyes on these papers-“ 

“No!” 

You said that way too loud. 

“No, I’m okay. I appreciate it…” 

You began to ease into this strange situation, and your stature began to loosen up just a bit. 

“That was rude of me not to offer you a chair… here, sweetheart. You can sit right here.” 

He pointed to his office desk chair. 

“No, you can have that- that’s yours, professor…” 

“I insist, sit down.” 

“Alright, thank you, sir…” 

You sat down and pulled up the chair to the desk, while he grabbed the extra chair from the other side of the table and scooted it towards the desk to sit right across from you. You eased into the chair and asked for a pen. 

“Ah yes, here’s one.”

He clicked a red pen from the basket and scribbled on the top of a paper he had in front of him, to test it out before handing it to you. 

“How do you want me to grade these, exactly?” You asked.

“Oh honey, however you want.” 

You kept your composure while you soaked in that name… honey…

You brushed it off, to not get your nasty hopes up, and began grading one of your classmate’s papers. You checked for simple things, grammatical correction, topical subject matter, and things that looked juvenile for that class. You hardly knew anyone in that class, which was unfortunate for your friends, who you could’ve given an immediate A+ to if they were in the same English course as you. 

You kept skimming, marking, flipping, until you began to read a familiar piece. It was your paper. Your professor was sitting directly across from you, and being the responsible student you were, you explained, “Oh uh- sir, this is mine.” 

He looked up at you through his glasses. “It is, huh?” 

“Yep, my name is right here,” you lightly chuckled. 

“I wasn’t actually questioning your legitimacy, Y/N. I believe you.” He got up from his seat and walked over to the other side of his desk, and peered over you and the chair you were sitting in. He leaned and looked at the paper before going back around the desk and grabbing the chair he was sitting in. He sat it right next to yours, and pushed up his glasses. 

Calvin cocked his head while he skimmed the paper, before grabbing it to flip it over and read the next few pages. 

“Looks pretty good,” he commented. “What do you think?” 

Being brutally honest, you answered with a small laugh, “I think I half assed it the night before it was due…” 

“Well…” He leaned towards you, “Should we grade it together then, and average it out?”

The nervousness you held struck again. 

“Yeah, I don’t see why not, you have the authority anyway, professor…” 

He laughed. “Oh, please.” 

Calvin took his finger and skimmed through the paper. “Oh hey, look at that, darling…” 

Your eyes widened. 

“I see a spelling error!” He said, with leniency and lightheartednes. You looked at the word, “predominantly” spelled as “prodominantly.” How stupid. He grabbed his pen from across the desk and circled the word, and continued to skim through the paper, circling any grammatical errors he saw.

Once he was done, he put the pen back down on the paper and looked at it, before looking back at you. 

“That would be a lot of points deducted…” Calvin said. “What do you think, wanna fix that?” 

Your starstruck expression fixed for a moment, before you said, “Yes sir, I’d like that…” 

Calvin pushed up his glasses by pinching them on the corner and lifting them up. He licked his lips and chuckled for a moment before kissing you, running his hands against your cheeks and through your hair. He pulled away for a moment. 

“Still wanna follow up on that opposition, Y/N?” He said, in reference to the kiss. 

Butterflies swarmed throughout your body and sat in your core. You shyly replied, “Yes sir.” 

Your professor quietly chuckled. 

“There you are, pretty thing.” 

Heat filled your body as he kissed you a second time. At this point, you couldn’t feel your limbs. It was just useless static in the place of a body. You kissed the man as if you were the most ravenous you had ever been in your life. 

“Can I be honest with you for a moment?” He said in between kisses. You nodded your head. 

“You know, I’ve dreamed for days on end about my ideal woman…” He pulled your hair behind your ear, “Yet you’re so much better than what I could have ever come up with.” 

The comment made you smile. “Seriously?” You asked. 

“Oh yeah. Seriously.” 

He kissed you again, only this time the kisses would start to trail down your neck, and lead back your mouth once again. 

Right then, the door, cracked open, began teetering from wind in the hallway, which led you both to sit up quickly and relax just as fast, as it was clear there was no one at the door. 

“Do you want me to shut that?” Calvin asked with a smile on his face, close to yours, and rubbing your thigh.

“Yes sir,” you said, wiping the saliva with your thumb from the bottom of your chin. 

He kissed you again, before walking over to the door and shutting it. You watched his fingers creep over the door handle and shut it in. A dramatic click you heard was the sound of the lock being set into place. 

Calvin turned around and you had immediately noticed the bulge in his pants, making you remember all of the times you sat mindlessly in his class, with thoughts of him fucking you anywhere. To know that you could have been making him feel the same way began to drive you crazy, and the slick puddling in your underwear was just getting wetter and wetter. He walked and stood over you, making you feel like an ant next to a giant. 

He looked down at you and caressed your face with lengthy hands, tracing his thumb over your lower lip.

“Is this something you want?” He said, a gentle look on his face. 

“Mhm…” You replied, slowly nodding up at him. 

“Use your words, you know better than ‘mhm,’ Y/N,” he mocked. 

“Yes, I want this…” you shyly said, blushing redder from embarrassment. 

“Yes, who?” Calvin teased. 

“Yes sir.” 

You tilted your head to the side in the face of embarrassment, to which Calvin gently used the hand that laid on your cheek to turn you back and look at him. His other hand lightly squeezed your thigh when he sat down and kissed you again.

“Good girl.” 

Another kiss lingered on again, and Calvin kneaded into your thighs like a cat on a cardboard scratcher. His fingers slowly trailed down your inner thighs and toward your aching heat. His thumb grazed your clothed clit, to which you shivered in reaction. 

“Do you want me to touch you there?” He asked. 

“Yes…” you kissed him again, “Sir.” 

His thumb sat right where your clit was, under your pants. Causing a gut feeling of nervousness and contempt, his hand sat right on the gap between your legs, massaging to the point that you believed he could feel your pulse. 

Your lips stay connected as you move your hands to undo the button on your jeans and zipping down the zipper. For a moment you stood up to pull them down past your ankles, and you sat back down a wet mess. 

“So pretty…” Calvin purred. “I think we should get this off of you too…” 

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head, to which you raised your arms to slip off the sleeves. 

Calvin held your thigh down with his left hand, and left you shivering while he drew a straight line up your panties, tracing over your clothed folds. 

“I can’t believe I’m really making you this wet…” he taunted, jokingly. “You wanna be fucked by your professor really bad, huh?” 

You croaked in between another kiss, “Yes sir.” 

“Maybe you could work for it,” Calvin smiled.

“Oh- uh- how so?” You asked, dazed. 

“You could get on your knees for me and I’ll show you, hm?”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at you. You nodded in compliance and got off of your chair to sit down on the ground, your shins on the carpet and your heels touching your ass. 

“Such a cute girl,” he purred. 

The man loomed over you, toying with your lips with his fingers. You stayed still, looking into his eyes and, admittedly, salivating. Your hands reached for his button, peeling down his zipper, and facing the bulge sat right there in his underwear. 

You licked your lips and pulled down his underwear, his cock springing out and positioning itself right in front of your face. Precum leaked out of his tip , almost beginning to drip down the shaft of his cock. He groaned as he felt the air around his dick. 

He tapped his dick on your bottom lip, which both were wide open. You immediately licked the tip of his cock, leaving him to shudder and laugh at the immediate stimulant. You twirled your tongue around his tip, before reaching your head down as far as you could manage and gagging where his cock had touched the back of your throat.

He kept groaning and began words of praise that made you almost upset you were so horny, and needed a release. 

“You’re doing such- ah- a good job, pretty baby.” 

You smiled with your lips wrapped around him, face red and almost swollen from the feelings making the blood rush to your cheeks. 

He let you have a few more strokes of his cock, before pulling out of your mouth and holding himself, getting on your level, and kissing you.

“Do you want to finger yourself too, babe?” He asked with sincerity, slowly palming himself while he spoke. “That’s okay, you know that…” 

You stared at him with pleading eyes. 

“Yes sir.” 

“Perfect…” he said. “Do you want me to show you what to do while you suck my cock?” 

“Mhm…” you complied. 

“Right here,” he took your dominant hand and sucked on it, which made you throb just looking at him.

“Wanna take these panties off?” He asked. 

You nodded, and took them off over your ankles, before getting back in a position where you were sitting on your knees. 

He guided your hand to the bud of your clit and put his middle and pointer finger over yours, circling over yourself at a slow pace. 

“I’m sure you’ve done this before,” he assumed, after kissing you again. 

“I have… but it feels better with you teaching me, sir…” You shyly said, smiling slightly.

“I’m sure it does, sweetheart.” 

He kept circling around your clit, leading you to let out small whimpers as he persisted. 

“You keep doing that, and make me finish too. How does that sound?” Calvin inquired, still on your level. 

“I- It sounds good to me,” you replied. 

Calvin stood up and let go of your hand, making you feel a bit upset that the warmth wasn’t enveloping your fingers and his clothed body wasn’t as close to your practically naked one as it was just a moment ago. 

He grabbed his throbbing cock and lined it up with your lips, while you rubbed your clit at a medium pace. In actuality, you were just stalling until he came, and he could finger you again. 

As you sucked him off, staring into his eyes and hollowing your cheeks, Calvin stared down at you in awe. He thought you were doing so well. You continued to rub on your clit while you worked so hard to please him. 

Calvin’s knees began to buckle and his words started to trample over each other, sloppily telling you how much of a “good girl” you were, and how good you were making him feel. Your cheeks hallowed more than they had before and you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. 

He took it out of your mouth and jerked himself off to finally cum, while you sat there staring up at him, letting him cum on your face and your chest. 

Calvin groaned and smiled while he came all over you, praising you and calling you every sweet name in the book. You sat there for a moment, still fingering yourself slowly while he came down from his high. 

“Oh baby, you couldn’t finish?” He said, almost concerned. 

“No sir…” you replied, his seed still laying on your face. 

“Well, I guess I’ll have to fix that?” 

“Yes please…”

Calvin replied playfully, “Get up here.”

You got up and sat on the top of his desk, while he made his way over to you to kiss you. He grabbed the back of your bra and unbuttoned it, leaving the bra to fall off of your tits, making them spill out in front of him. 

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he praised. 

He rubbed his thumb over your nipple, flicking it and watching it slowly rise, before sucking on it, the air making it feel even colder. He continued to latch onto your nipple as he took your fingers and by doing the same thing he was doing just a moment ago when you were on the floor, put his fingers over yours and stroked your clit, pressing hard on your sensitive bud, and making you shake slightly, while he did what he was doing.

Calvin took his fingers from over yours, and his lips off of your nipple, kissing your lips and pulling away, holding his hand in front of your mouth.

“Spit.”

You did as he said, and Calvin cut the string of saliva by smearing his thumb across your mouth. 

“Good girl.” 

He lubricated your hole with your spit, lathering it all over his pointer and middle finger, and putting himself in you with false urgency. 

He pumped in and out, curling his fingers, while you moaned with contempt, finally getting what you’d been wanting. He was finger fucking you on his desk. You felt euphoric. 

He used his other hand to put yours on your clit, a way of non-verbally saying, “I want you to have a really good orgasm.” 

You rubbed yourself while he got faster with his pace, slick enveloping his fingers, wet noises filling the small office. You moaned and groaned, biting your lip, as you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. You were about to cum soon. 

You kept moaning his name, high pitched and whiny.

His fingers curved right where you needed them too, and combined with the friction on your already sensitive, you finally let go. Strings of “Calvin-Cal, Cal, Cal, Cal…” repeated and lingered as your walls clamped down on his fingers and you came all over them, making a mess. 

Calvin pushed you to your max, pumping a few more times, making high pitched whines leave your mouth, like you could cry, 

He pulled them out of you slowly, licking his fingers and sighing. 

“Look what you’ve done to me, Y/N. Fuck, we’re both a mess… There’s no one I’d rather do this with, I hope you know that.” 

“Thank you…” You said, kissing him on the cheek. 

“You’re welcome, baby… Thank you too, you’re just as good as I knew you’d be.” 

He stood there for a moment and looked at you on his desk. 

“I think,” he kissed you, “I think you passed with full marks.” 

“Oh, seriously?” You asked him. 

“Yes ma’am, hard work gets rewarded. I guess it wouldn’t be bothersome to help me grade some more after the lesson tomorrow, would it?” 

Without thinking, you responded with a simple “I can help, sir.” 

“Well, I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow.” 

He kissed you and leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“I’ll have some condoms.” 

authors note:

description: edward desperately missed you all day. when he gets home and finds you “asleep”, he takes matters into his own hands.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, bondage, kinda dub!con??, post-riddler edward, assertive! edward, unprotected sex

pronouns: you/yours 

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 1.6k

afab parts 

edward huffed as he drove home to his apartment complex. it was a long day. too long. ten-thirty… he’d be ecstatic if you were still awake. 

serving justice to the city of gotham… getting rid of the people who had done him wrong… it was almost orgasmic… it got him off. but nothing compared to your touch. the way you felt against him. him in you. god, he needed you bad.

his tires screeeeee-ched as he turned corners. the wheels of his beaten-down car could’ve left hot, rubber marks on the pavement. rain pelleted against the windshield.

you loved edward’s obsessiveness. why he was so obsessed with you, you had never understood. there were times when he could cum at the mere sight of you. he loved his victims submissive, quiet, unknowing. the challenge of pinning them down and being able to have complete control. god. it filled his mind with animalistic impulses.

so, that was the reason you’d decided to make him believe you were asleep. he knew you had told him in the past you were open to suprises like that if you weren’t awake... and suddenly, you got excited at the thought of edward coming home to get off in you.

“fuck! what the fuck!” he whined. his car could only go so fast, and he wanted to see you now. five minutes from his apartment complex felt like an eternity. he was so horny, he couldn’t take it.

you put on your pajamas as you always did before you slept, and got in bed. you laid on top of the covers so edward could see all of you as he walked in. he’d be home any minute. you were giddy. you closed your eyes with a smile and waited for the front door to open.

screeeeech.

he pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. he kept his mask on while quickly cramming tools from his car into his jacket. he shut the car door in a hurry and barged his way to the complex doors in the rain.

edward never took the elevator. it was too tedious for situations that required some hustle. the dark stairwell occasionally flickered light as he kept a swift pace, walking up to the level his apartment was on. where you would be, waiting for him. he continued to huff when he reached the level door. he was still unbothered to take off his mask and breathed heavily as he let out small groans, gasps for air.

he opened the door and hurriedly walked to his apartment. he struggled to find the key in one of his pockets. 

eventually, after digging through tools; a hammer, carpet tucker, and duct tape, he found his house key. he opened the door and almost forgot to shut it behind him.

“y/n!”

you could have giggled.

“y/n!? darling…”

edward walked around the messy apartment, trudged to find you. he walked into his room.

and there you were, sound asleep. 

“god!” he whined.

he wanted you now! however, he couldn’t be frustrated with you. you were too cute. all he wanted to do was see you in the first place. 

he mopily took off his mask, the gloves that barely fit his hands, and the cling wrap over his head which he tossed in the trash. he took off his jacket which was too large for him, and the pants he had to hold up with a belt. he untied his laces and set his boots aside by the bedroom door.

he began to stand up and saw that a few of his tools had fallen out of the pocket of his jacket lying on the floor. with a scoff, he bent over to pick them up… but noticed a… quite useful tool that had found its way onto the floor.

a roll of duct tape.

he slowly picked it up and looked at it. an animalistic grin stretched across edward’s face. 

he turned around and looked at you, sound asleep for him.  he thought about what you had said prior.

you couldn’t see what he was doing, but you knew he was going to do something to you. no, you wouldn’t open your eyes and ruin the fun for him now. you kept still and breathed steadily.

crrsstttt.

the noise of unrolling duct tape filled the room. you heard the crack of him tearing it off of the roll, and the creak of the old floor as he walked over to you, his mind racing with the impulses of a horny puppy. he could’ve been drooling.

edward gently grabbed your arms and put them against the post of the bed. the duct tape curled around your wrist, still warm from the heat of his body. he took your other arm and stretched it across the bed and the tape curled around your other wrist. he gently made sure he had you in place.

 edward was so incredibly hard. it was so difficult for him to keep his composure in the process of taping you up.

you were finding it painful not to react to what was going on. you wanted to smile, to say something, entice him. however, you knew that you would probably ruin the fun for him if you said anything, so for the time being, you would play along. 

as slowly as possible, edward stripped you of your pants, and he took off your underwear. he grabbed your calf and you heard another crrrssttt of the duct tape. following this, he gently used his hands to hold them up and roll the tape around your ankles. 

all he had on was a t-shirt that he had been wearing under his jacket, still sticky from sweat, and his boxers. he took off his shirt and pulled down his boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of you, rock hard. 

edward crawled onto the bed and moved your legs aside. he murmured incoherently and chuckled to himself.

he spit in his hand and jerked himself off for a moment, before moving toward you and kissing your lips. you fought off your urge to kiss him back. still touching himself, he moved his head from yours for a moment and slid himself into you, tighter than usual because of how he had taped your ankles together.

you felt your cunt ache as he slid himself in and out of you, keeping it slow.

he murmured again.

“fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

you smiled at this, eyes closed. edward didn’t notice, he was wincing from how good you were making him feel. the look on his face was feral. he kissed you again and ducked onto your chest. 

he kept pounding into you, slowly getting faster. using you as his toy. he whined and whimpered. he told you how much he loved how good and obedient you were being, as if he knew you could hear him.

at this point, you were holding back moans yourself. you finally decided to “wake up”, and opened your eyes slowly.

“hey eddie...” you said with a fake sleepy slur in your voice and small grin on your face.

he paused and pulled out. the sadistic look on his face faded for a moment.

“...im so sorry, doll... don't be mad… you just look so beautiful!!.... i had to preserve the way you looked… so still for me.” he smiled slyly and caressed your face.

“you don't want me to stop… do you?” he pouted.

“no… no you can keep going,” you said.

with that, edward’s animalistic impulses showed themselves once again. his face contorted to a villainous smile. he lined himself up with your entrance but pounded faster than he had before, putting your legs and duct-taped ankles above his left shoulder. 

he grunted, and you let a few moans slip through your mouth.

“you’re so pretty, baby, letting me take all of you. my little fuckdoll…”

his words of praise could’ve sent you over the edge right then and there, but you let edward continue as you felt your walls get tighter around him.

“i love seeing you like this, y/n…”

“you’re so good for me, sweetheart…”

edward’s pace had gotten faster than it was before. at this point, he didn’t care what you were doing. he wanted to get off in you. you were all his. his personal fucktoy. he loved seeing you so helpless. bound up. he looked at your body for a moment and could’ve come right there. he was fucking you with no remorse.

you could tell he was close as his strokes began to get sloppier. he ground his teeth and clenched his mouth. 

edward whined and slowly ducked his head down toward your chest as you felt his dick twitch a few times inside of you. 

you tightened around him, and you both came at the same time.

you felt warm cum line your walls as he sloppily, and aggressively, rode out his high. you both panted with exhaustion, him noticeably more than you.

after a moment, he pulled out of you and let out more sighing breaths, before kissing you again.

“oh, thank you so much, doll…”

tears lined his eyes from his orgasm.

edward laid next to you and didn’t even bother to clean you up or undo the tape from your ankles. instead, he looked up at the left post he was positioned by and slowly took it off your left wrist. 

“hold on. i won't hurt you, darling…” 

he took the tape off tediously and kissed your wrist. following, he moved his head close to your chest and played with your hair for a moment, before putting his hand down and going silent. he snuggled under your chin.

first fic!! ^^

description: you surprise your best friend with a visit to his new apartment, but it quickly sparks into more than just a quick stop by.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, pre-riddler edward, insecure! edward, lots of fluff, blow job, best friends to lovers, unprotected sex, crying during sex, m! virginity loss, dry humping, aftercare, slightly assertive reader

pronouns: you/yours (slightly implied f! reader?)

genre: mature / nsfw

wc: 2.6k

It was no misunderstanding when you approached Edward’s door that there was a reason you were there; housewarming gifts! Your best friend had just moved into his new apartment just a few blocks away from your flat in Gotham. Getting himself situated and unpacked, Edward had no idea that you would be here to greet him like this. You were wearing a black dress that framed you nicely, including a brown trenchcoat. One hand held a paper bag of pumpkin spice cookies and a few poetry books that he could add to his shelf, as Eddie was quite the literature fanatic. Your other hand slowly reached for the door knocker, trying hard not to drop the umbrella that struggled to stay in place under your arm. 

“One moment…!” You heard Edward say from the other side of the door. The sound of shuffling boxes and the patter of his feet approached the door. You adjusted your dress and made sure you looked nice for your best friend. You had kept your crush on him quite unnoticeable. 

He opened it hurriedly. 

“Hi, Ed!” You said wide-eyed. 

“Oh! Uh…” His face grew a vast shade of pink. He wore a green t-shirt and grey sweatpants, and his glasses framed his face nicely. “Hi, Y/N! I was certainly not expecting you to show up at…” he looked at the clock and back at you, “Quarter ‘til eight on a Thursday! If I knew you would’ve been dressed like this I certainly would've worn something a bit more fancy… heh.”

 You smiled at this. Though you thought he looked more than well, your unresolved feelings for him were not helping you as you felt your stomach drop at the compliment.

Edward stood awkwardly in the doorway. “Gosh, what am I doing? Come in, I’m sorry!” He quickly shuffled to the side. Walking in and to your surprise, there was quite a lot unpacked; almost everything, actually. Empty boxes were stacked in the corner of the dimly lit living room, some left by the shelf, full of books that hadn’t been put up. You sat his gifts down on the kitchen countertop and your umbrella in the umbrella holder by the door.

“It looks lovely!” You said. This wasn’t a lie. He decorated very nicely. It was cozy in his new apartment.

“Thank you… why, Y/N, take off your coat for Pete’s sake. Make yourself comfortable. Here’s the rack.” You took off your coat. Edward took it from your hands and hung it on the rack. “Fancy a tour?” He choked out. He thought you looked stunning. You did. Wide-eyed and flushed with a deep shade of rose, he walked you to his room, making sure you were following behind. 

“So here’s my bed, nothing special. Here’s my typewriter, nightstand… you know,” He explained, pointing his hand in the direction of the things he was listing. He walked you to the bathroom, to briefly look and explain, and he then guided you back to the living area. He showed you to the kitchen to point out his new granite countertops, and his new cookbooks, because he had always made it clear that he wanted to cook for you.

Edward made a big deal about his couch, his new lampshades, record player, and his TV, that he insisted you would watch a movie with him on soon.

“And err… that’s the tour! Not big at all but I tried to make it look nice. Oh! Yeah and the balcony! It’s quite the view. Here, come Y/N.” He pulled back the curtain to expose the skyline. 

“Eddie! Wow, it's gorgeous!” You exclaimed. He opened the sliding glass door and you followed. Leaning on the railing as light rain misted the sky, you both admired the lights that lit up the city. Edward looked in your direction, and you met his gaze. You both immediately looked away. He went to scratch the back of his head and let out a nervous chuckle. You pinched your eyes together and wished you could have just made a move. You were hoping tonight would be the night.

“Let's go inside, uh... maybe I can cook something!” Edward says to break the silence.

“Okay, nice,” you oblige. 

You both approach the counter as Edward goes behind. He leans over to you situated on the stool behind the countertop.

“Y/N, I hate to break this to you, in full honesty,” he slightly chuckled with this whisper. “I only have Ramen, and things like potato chips right now. Wine in the cabinet, too…”

You laughed. “Oh, it's fine. Love fine dining.”

“Right,” He smiled.

He got out the packs from the cabinet and put them in the boiling water. Minutes passed of small talk and before you knew it, he was scooping the noodles into each of your bowls, and offering wine. You grabbed his gifts to sit them down on the coffee table and Edward put a record on the player. The crackle of oldies played as you sat down on the couch.

“Care for a dance?” Edward stretched out his hand and smirked. You nodded your head and took his hand, and you both tried to tediously slow dance, which failed miserably. You both blushed as you tried to spin each other around, which made you both dizzy for two reasons: constant rotation and the fact you both were interested in each other. One of these reasons, however, neither of you wanted to admit. After the song was over, you both sat down to eat your now dry noodles, and to give Edward his gifts. 

“So here are some books I picked out for you from Barne’s and Noble… and some cookies I made… I know you like pumpkin stuff. I’m glad you finally got your own place, Ed,” you said while handing him what you were naming off. 

“Wow! Thank you so much, Y/N. I wish I could get you something in return, gee.” He sat his food on the coffee table to look at the books and skim through them. 

At this point, you knew it was the time to finally make a move. You didn’t know what possessed you… maybe it was the wine you were sipping that gave you this much confidence. You had been wanting to kiss your best friend for ages. You’ve always wanted to tell him how you felt, and no matter how internalized it was, you longed for him. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to finally do something.

And before you knew it, you had kissed him. Edward was shocked, letting go of the grasp on the book still resting in his hand. 

“Y/N, are you drunk? Are you… okay? I’m sorry, what?” 

            He was nervous, you knew this. He had never had a girlfriend in his life. He didn’t think you liked him that way. 

“No, Eddie, I’m not drunk,” you whispered by his face. “Barely tipsy.” You kissed him again. Edward liked it, but he didn’t know how genuine you were.

“Wait. Are you sure you’re okay? I mean…”

You sat up. “Yes, Eddie, I'm perfectly fine. You don't understand how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

He hesitated. “I really wanted to kiss you too, I just didn’t think you liked me like that.” 

“I like you… Now, what was that about... ‘giving me something in return’...” 

You positioned yourself closer to Edward and kissed him more.

“Can I get on top of you, Eddie?” You asked him, already knowing the answer. He nodded. Straddling him, you looked down and gave him another passionate kiss. You started to feel something growing in his pants, but you didn’t mind, in fact, you liked it. You started to graze on his bulge, to grind on him.

Edward choked. He noticed you noticed. 

“Oh god, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…“  

“No! No… I like it. Do you want me to keep going?”

“Fu-, Y/N… yeah. Yes.”

You began to grind even harder on him. He let out soft moans into your mouth as you kissed. You could feel a pool between your thighs getting wetter as you pulsed from the friction. Suddenly Edward said what you were wanting to. 

“I need you so bad. So, so bad,” he moaned in between kisses. “I’ve wanted to have you like this for ages… god.” 

This sent you over an internal barrier. You both knew what you wanted. Suddenly, Edward grazed over your curves with his hands and made his way up to your hair, putting it out of your face. You pulled away, yet kept grinding on his bulge, which had gotten even bigger than you expected. Positioning yourself upwards, you grabbed the bottom of your dress and began to take it off, but not without the help of your best friend, who was already trying to get it off of you anyway. 

As quick as you began, you were incredibly exposed to him, and your dress was on the floor. You kissed him again, but Edward was incredibly reluctant to touch your exposed body or make you uncomfortable. 

“Are you sure you want me to… you know…” 

“Yes, Eddie. You can touch me wherever you want. Don’t hesitate sweetheart.”

He took your words lightly and began to feel the outline of your figure. You made your kisses down to his neck as he did this, beginning to notice how fogged up his clear-lined glasses were, which made you smirk. You knew what you were doing to him. 

Edward became more confident in touching you and began to feel your thighs as you moved on top of him. His dick was aching to be inside you, but he was reluctant to say anything, let alone take it out of his sweatpants abruptly. He wanted you to be comfortable, which was something he was having a hard time distinguishing.

You proceeded to create marks all over his neck. You wanted people to know he was yours. He was yours now.

“Eddie?” You asked, with a slight whiney tone.

“Mph… mhm?” Edward huffed out, wishing he had more of you.

“Do you want me to-”

“YES! Sorry, yes. Yes, I do please, god, yes.”

He was desperate, and so were you, admittedly. You got off of his lap and moved to the floor. Situated on your knees, you looked down at his sweatpants and towards his crotch, incredibly wet with pre-cum.

“Yeah… I’ve never really done this before… err, this is my first time,” he said, shyly. 

“Not a problem… much obliged,” you smiled.

 You pulled down his pants and grazed your hand over his erection in his underwear. Already a whimpering mess, Edward almost cried at you feeling him. You slipped his dick out of the slit in his boxers and brought your head to it. Licking the vast amount of pre-cum off of him, he slapped his hand to his mouth, trying to be quiet through what he had wanted ever since he met you. You began to lick at the sides of his shaft and then bob your head up and down what was truly one of the largest you had seen.

Throwing his head back and breathing heavily, you knew that he was already close. 

“Y/N! F-fuck, Y/N! Wait!” 

You immediately stopped and looked up at him. 

“This isn’t just about me. I want you to feel good too. Ride me, please. Oh but… no… do you have condoms?”

You took his request as an order, immediately getting up and taking off your panties. You sat on top of him, as you were just a moment ago grinding on him clothed. You fully pulled down his boxers.

“On the pill,” you smiled.

You grabbed his cock, lined it up with your entrance, and sat down. Edward shuddered and your face grew incredibly red. Grinding back and forth you thought about your situation. Here you were, fucking your best friend, something you had wanted to do for as long as you could remember after meeting him in college. You bobbed up and down on his length. Sloppy wet kisses were drenching your faces. Moaning into each other's mouths, you moved faster. Harder. He began to push himself into you, the slapping sound incredibly louder than before. You could feel him twitch inside you. You desperately wanted him to fill you up, so it didn’t bother you.

“I’m gonna cum… oh fuck. Just… just don’t stop until you cum as well-” Towards the end of his sentence, he began to sound incredibly high pitched and his stroke attempts were terribly sloppy. You heard him moan louder than he ever had before, and you felt a twitch followed by spurts of cum, lining your walls. 

Doing as he said, you stayed on him until you came. You spit on your fingers and while you were sat down on him, moving in circular motions, you began to rub your clit. As you began to be even closer to your orgasm, you rubbed yourself so hard that you thought you would see stars. You completely blocked out any sound coming from Edward as you came. Your legs shook as you moaned and rid out one of the best orgasms you had ever experienced.

You laid your head on his shoulder and slowly pulled off of him as you came down from your high. Cum was pooling on the exposed portion of his leg under you. Edward was breathing loudly and groaning, still processing what just happened, and attempting to calm down from the overstimulation. You finally looked up and noticed what a mess he truly was. His hair was disheveled, his glasses were foggy and almost hanging off of the tip of his nose. He was crying. 

“Are you okay Eddie? Did I do something? I’m so sorry!” You said, concerned.

He wiped the tears off of his face and immediately reciprocated.

“You did nothing wrong. I’m… just happy.”

You sighed with relief and beamed ear to ear while putting your head back on his shoulder and kissing his neck.

“I’m happy too.”

You both sat there for a moment and slowly stopped panting. Edward laid his head on your back.

“Where does this leave us?” He sighed.

“I don’t know, but I hope more than just friends,” you giggled.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

You sat up, looked at him, and gave him another kiss.

“We should get you cleaned up, doll,” He whispered.

You sat up and moved your legs tediously one-by-one to the bathroom, following Edward, who was visibly aching more than you were.

The cool shower was startling at first. Edward had made sure to let you get in before him. He went to leave the bathroom out of courtesy. He still didn’t want to overstep anything. 

“Eddie, you're a mess. Get in here,” you smiled. 

He walked back and slowly took off what clothes were remaining. He got in the shower and stood awkwardly in front of you.

“Ed, you’ve always been such a geek, psh. Come here, I’ll help you wash off.” You kissed him on the cheek and pumped out some body wash. He stood there as you washed him off, clearly enjoying it. After he was cleaned off, you began to wash your body, but not soon after could you feel his hands scrubbing your back.

You washed off the soap and turned around to kiss him once more. 

“I... had a good time,” Edward said as you turned off the shower. 

“Me too.” 

He slid the glass door back.

description: after working all day, calvin finally gets his fix..

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, cockwarming, cal is an ass for like a second, unprotected sex, kinda cum play?? also i don't really like it that much and it's kinda rushed towards the end and i didn’t proofread a lot, so i just wanted to say it's not my favorite work?? but i hope ygs enjoy LMAO i've had a ton of things to do..

pronouns: you/yours, they/them

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 1.9k

afab genitailia

“Cal, you’ve been working for so long!” You walked over to Calvin’s desk, in your pajamas (a button-up shirt you stole from Calvin's closet and a pair of his boxers), and handed him a glass of cold water. He had been at his desk all day working on a new project, and as it approached 11 p.m you thought you’d pay him another visit, since during the ones prior he had been too busy to talk.

He looked up at you with his puppy eyes, “Honey,” he tilted his head down quickly and moved it back up to look at you like he always did. “I have to meet this deadline!” He said in his airy voice.

“I don’t want to ruin your creative process, but you should take a break. Why don't you get in bed… we can watch a movie!”

He took his hands off of the typewriter and put one up to your face before standing up and kissing you. He ran his hands through your hair and pouted as he looked at you. “You know I’d love to, but I need to finish this, Y/N. I will spend all day with you tomorrow.”

You kissed him again. “Okay. I just wanted you to know that I missed you.”

“I miss you too, my love. I’ll be done soon. Get some rest, I love you.”

“Okay. I love you too.”

He watched you leave the room in his oversized clothes. He started to think about you as you left his eyeshot. Wow, they look so fucking pretty in my clothes, he thought. He sat there and thought and thought. He began to write, trying to distract himself from the thought of you again. God, forbid he find a way to mess with you now. He could have you right there, pleasing him, making him feel all warm. Calvin slowly stopped his typing to daydream about you, because the thought of you couldn’t escape his mind. He didn’t have to send you to bed. He could see you any other time, but something slowly, feverishly building up in him at that moment made him want you right then. Maybe he could get around the fact that he had to work…

You sat in bed scrolling on your phone until you heard him from the other room.

“Hey, Y/N!?” He yelled.

“Yeah?” You shouted back.

“Come here!”

You put down your phone and got up off of the bed. You walked down the hallway and approached his desk.

“Hey, sit right here…”

He patted his leg and you walked to him and sat down. You straddled his thigh, leaned into his chest, and kissed his chin.

“You can sit here while I work… if you want.”

You nodded and leaned forward with your head on his shoulder, looking up at his face, heavily focused on his work.

He sat still for a moment before starting to bounce his leg. You became unsteady for a second and caught grip of his shoulder. He smiled and looked at you while typing, before darting his eyes back to the paper. Hm, yes… he could play with you as he worked. You held on lightly. Up and down, you went with his leg. You could feel yourself start to pulse at his leg ever so slightly massaging your clit. Admittedly, you had been horny all day. You were, for the most part, aware that if he would have yelled for you later, you probably would’ve been digging in your drawer for something to use on yourself before he got in bed.

You could feel your heat start to beg for more friction. As he typed away, you started to grind back and forth on his thigh. You whined very quietly, which made him smile. He loved when you were whiny for him. It assured him he was doing his job right.

Pulsing from lack of contact, you stood up and took off your “shorts.” The only thing you had on was one of his shirts that were all too big for you and a pair of panties that he had helped you pick out. Seeing you in his clothes made Calvin feel fucking victorious. You were like his marked territory. His own little porcelain doll to dress up and play with.

You sat back down and scooted forward. You could feel the hardness in his pants as you sat there and kissed his cheek. He stopped bouncing his leg, just to mess with you.

“Cal,” you wined in a light whisper.

“Yes, baby?” He said, still typing.

“Could you maybe…”

His eyes widened and he looked at you. “Could I what?”

You sighed, embarrassed. “Nevermind…”

“Do you need something?”

“I suppose…?”

He sat there for a second and sighed. He sounded agitated, but truthfully, you had done exactly what he wanted you to do. “Stand up, then.”

You stood up and he zipped down his pants. He moved the slit in his boxers aside, to show his half-erection. He nodded his head at you and raised his eyebrows as if he were saying, Come here, and you slid off your panties, laying them in the same place you had taken off your shorts. He touched himself to make himself fully hard and smiled as he looked at you.

“You’ll sit here while I work.”

You blushed and straddled his legs before sitting down on his dick. He let out a heaving sigh and his eyes rolled back for just a moment. Your cunt pulsed around him, and you began to roll around for a second, before lifting your ass up and down.

“Hey, hey, hey? What’re you doing?” Calvin said, hiding his amusement.

“...What?”

“I said sit, not move. You’re gonna wait.”

“Wait… but…”

“You can wait. Warm my cock for me, you’d do that doll?” He kissed the top of your head and pushed up his glasses. He scooted forward in his chair while you clung to him like a piece of velcro. Calvin laid his head on your shoulder and kept working.

You could feel his dick throbbing from the warmth of your cunt, and you pulsed at the tension. Every once in a while he’d move and let out a small groan, and you’d bite your lip from the feeling of the tip of his cock touching your cervix. You ached for something else. It was almost disappointing, sitting there, just letting him stretch you out like that.

He was getting a kick out of it for sure. Calvin was quite the tease, but he’d never taken things this far. A grin sat wide on his face while he typed away on his nearly finished project. He scooted up in his chair and lifted himself up quite quickly before sitting back down again. A gasping, quiet moan left your lips as he sat up and his cock offered some movement. Your cunt pulsed around him, you were physically aching at this point…

“Cal, please…” you whined.

“Honey, you have to be patient… I’m almost done.” You could hear the irritation in his voice, you weren’t going to dictate when he fucked you.

“Calvin…” your whining was getting unbearable.

“Y/N, get up.”

You got off of him quickly, ready to start an argument. He groaned and laughed at the feeling of the air on his cock and your quick obedience. Calvin stopped writing and put his typewriter on the floor next to the desk, swiping his stack of papers to the side and using his hand to swiftly and gently move you to the desk. He jerked himself off fast, approaching your body and smiling with the largest grin. You sat up on the table, dripping with slick.

“Is this…” he hesitated as he jerked himself off and stood in between your thighs, “…what you want, darling?”

Before you could answer with a yes, he took his hand and aligned his cock with your entrance, before immediately beginning to fuck you mercilessly.

Saying you moaned loud was an understatement. You could’ve been screaming. You propped yourself up with your hands, clawing at the table for something to hold on to. Calvin held the back side of your neck up and put his other hand over your mouth.

“It’s.. late baby…” he hummed a moan, “let's not wake… the neigh-bors…” he thrusted into you as he spoke. You moaned into his hand that muffled the sounds of pleasure filling the air in the walls around you both, sliding down from a sitting position to lying down on the desk with his left hand keeping your head from pounding the hard surface.

Tears brimmed Calvin’s eyes while he continued to fuck you hard on the desk.

“Pretty baby… mmh you’re s’good for… me… Are you being good for me, Y/N? Who’s being so good for me, hm?”

“Me!” you tried to yell out through the nuzzle his hand was attempting to be.

“Oh, but you’re distracting me… from my work… sweetheart…!” He kept his thrusts steady. “Is that really good of you? You know the things you do to me, babe.”

You nodded your head like a freak. You moaned with your lips closed as he fucked you harder and harder. “I’m sure you don’t have to be quiet forever, let’s hope we don’t wake the neighbors…” Calvin said, and he took his hand off of your mouth, which immediately turned the semi-quiet room into a room full of your cries of pleasure. God, it was like ecstasy, the way his dick curved when he fucked you with his heart’s content.

He kept your shoulders down and looked at you as his skin slapped against yours, making a sound that could’ve been mistaken for someone smacking their own thighs.

“You’re such a whore for me, it’s so adorable,” he grinned again. Your brain was fuzzy from his pace and your whole body twitched while he fucked you. You two did things to each other that nobody else could.

“You can take it darling…” He kissed your forehead. “Such a pretty little fuckdoll.. hmm…”

Your thighs squeezed around his back as he kept his pace. You could feel your orgasm rising in your gut. Calvin continued to fuck you as tears formed in his eyes, his orgasm was holding off at this point.

“You’re so good for me… do you wanna cum, hm? Will you cum for me?”

“Mhm…!” You moaned in a high pitch as you felt your orgasm coming.

After another thrust into you, you were clamping down on his dick as your orgasm hit hard. Calvin came as he felt you get tighter and loose.  He grunted as he rode out your orgasms, pounding into you and squeezing his eyes shut, tears surrounding his eyes. He pulled out and lifted up your shirt, to cum on your stomach. You felt cum spurt all over your lower torso. You moaned and blabbered as you came down from your high, and Calvin panted and kissed your forehead. He took the cum on his thumb and inserted it into your mouth as you swallowed the salty substance. He laughed to himself again.

“You’re s’good for me, babe. So good…”

He smiled against your face and kissed you again..

description: after an argument, jay makes sure you’re all his.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, argument (plays a large role in plot... quite like the scene in ruby sparks... except jay is way nicer about the situtation), assertive! jay (he also ends up being super sweet!!!), fingering, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, really really sweet aftercare, fluffff 

pronouns: you/yours, they/them

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 2.5k

afab genitailia

You walked among the groups of people, following Jay to the nearest table. The Animal Liberation Front had become an extensive underground system of vigilantes, compared to what it was just a few years prior. You both sat down with a few of his closest partners. You shook the hand of an attractive man from across the table as he examined you, looking you up and down. Jay gave him a stale look.

“I’m K! Nice to meet you.” The man smiled gently and lightly let go of your hand. 

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too!” Jay looked at you indignantly. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and brushed it off.

The other tenants at the table introduced themselves, giving you a firm handshake.

“I’m Silver!” One said, looking surprisingly hallowed out. Still very lively, however, his physical stature did not compare. The man next to Silver spoke and shook your hand. “Blond, nice to meet you.” 

You introduced yourself to all of them and sat there for a moment. Jay didn’t speak. Instead, he sat there in complete silence and watched you, maintaining good posture. He refused to get rid of the look on his face, as K sat there and seemed to be interested in everything you did.

“I haven’t seen Jay in a long time,” he said. “Didn’t know he was that big of a dater, really.” 

You spoke. “Yeah, I wouldn’t say he’s that big of a ‘dater’ either. We just happened to meet one day when we were out at the same place. Divine timing, right?”

“Right!” He paused for a moment, ”I mean, I don’t blame him...”

Jay cocked his eyebrows.

“Oh… how so?” You said.

“Well, I mean, If I were to see you in public, I probably wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get your number, hah!”

You laughed at what K said, but didn’t think much of it. Jay did not think what he said was quite funny. He stood up and spoke to him.

“K, Follow me for a second.” 

“Uh, alright?...” K tapped on the table and mouthed the words One sec, smiling at you once again. You sat there for a moment as you watched them both disappear into the hallway of the venue. 

You awkwardly chewed on the muffin you had slid in and grabbed from the buffet line. 

Jay had walked K to the end of the hallway and steered away from any people. He stood there for a moment before speaking to K.

“I don’t like the way you’re talking to Y/N.” 

K looked at him with his jaw half agape for a moment before speaking.

“...What are you talking about?” 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t let it happen again.” Jay went to walk back down the hallway, and K spoke again.

“Well maybe you should tell them to stop flirting with other people and maybe this wouldn’t be a problem.”

Jay turned around and approached his face. “Do not fucking tell me, to tell Y/N what to do. You came onto them. I don’t want to hear that from you.” He paused. “When we leave this godforsaken hallway you will not look at them, got it? If I see you even look in their direction… It’s going to be a hell of a bigger problem than it already is. I’m leaving.” 

He said this with such calm in his voice, but it was scarily aggressive. He walked back down the hallway. 

After a few minutes of waiting, you saw Jay and K emerge back from the hallway, Jay’s face seemingly angrier than before. K looked like he had seen a ghost. 

“Hey what hap-”

“Get up. We’re leaving, Y/N.” 

You noticed that K had gone in a different direction than your table and he did not try to look at you at all. It was as if there was a barrier stopping him from looking in your direction.

“Wait, why? We just got here! Why’d your friend leave?” You stood up.

“He’s not my friend, and I said we’re leaving. Let's go, I don’t want to cause a scene right now, Y/N.”

You walked away, reluctantly, and waved goodbye to the people you were sitting with. They waved back at you. 

When you turned your head, they looked back at each other, with raised eyebrows and an Ooo expression on their face.

You exited the front doors and followed Jay to the car. 

“Okay, what the hell was that for?” 

He didn’t respond. 

“Jay! What the fuck is your problem?!”

You got in the passenger seat. Jay opened the driver’s door and slammed it behind him. 

“I am pissed at that prick for trying to flirt with you,” He used his hands when he talked to you, waving his right hand in front of the steering wheel. He started the car and backed out of the parking space. His nostrils flared. “And I am pissed at you for going along with it… What the hell was that, Y/N? I should’ve been asking you that question.”

You scoffed.

“I didn’t even realize he was flirting with me! Even if he was, it’s not like I was trying to reciprocate that!” 

You were telling the truth. Looking back, you could’ve been a bit more observant as to what was possibly going on, but you weren’t. Not that you’d admit that you were wrong, though. 

Jay sarcastically smiled and shook his head. He kept his foot pressed on the gas pedal, going well over the speed limit. At that rate, you would be home in 5 minutes. You both sat there in silence while the air conditioner buzzed. 

…

As soon as you got home, you got out of the car and walked inside. Jay stayed in the car and watched you walk to the door. 

You put your bag on the futon and slid off your shoes. You sat up off of the futon and walked- almost stomped-  up the stairs. 

You walked into your room and took off your clothes, tossing them in the laundry basket. The dresser sat a few feet from you. You walked over and put on a pair of pajamas. 

In the bathroom, you looked at your reflection and washed your face. By this time you had already practically forgotten about your argument with Jay, before being rudely reminded of the occurrence when you heard him open the front door. You were sitting on your bed, beginning to read a book that had been laying on your nightstand, 10-or-so minutes after you had walked in the house. You heard his shoes fall on the floor as he took them off, and the sound of his footsteps as he walked up the stairs. You kept reading your book.. 

He looked just the same as he did 10 minutes ago, his suit still intact, his posture still maintained. He walked to the bed and sat down next to you, disregarding the blanket and sitting on top of it. He stared at the blank wall and petted your hair. 

“I think we should talk about what happened earlier.”

You had a small scowl on your face and sat your book down. You looked over at him. A second later, his eyes left the wall in front of you and met yours.

“Oh, you think?” You remarked, sarcastically.

“Yeah, Y/N. I think.”

 He paused. “I hope you’re being serious about what you said. ‘No reciprocation.’”

You were truly dumbfounded. Of course you were being serious! Why the hell would you purposely flirt with someone else, let alone in front of your boyfriend?

“Jay, I was not trying to flirt with him. Holy shit. There is no logical reason as to why I’d do that. I have all I want, right here, sitting next to me.” 

He sat there for a moment and looked back at the wall. You had done the same.

Jay then looked at you. He gently grabbed your face and turned it to look at him. He kissed you and you kissed him back, not really expecting him to do that in the first place. 

“Do you know how pretty you are?” 

You blushed. He kissed you again. 

“I guess not?” You mumbled.

He began to kiss your neck and then kissed your lips again. He moved closer to you and got up to straddle you. His knees were positioned on both sides of your thighs. Jay took the book from your hand and laid it on the nightstand.

“Do you need me to show you how pretty you are, my love?”

You nodded your head as he took off his blazer. He grabbed each side of your pants, along with your underwear, and pulled it down. He smiled and brought his face to yours, kissing you, before beginning to massage your clit with his cold fingers. You were slightly shocked at this. He kept rubbing you in circles, before stopping to slowly fuck you with his middle and pointer finger. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, and he kept his lips on yours. His fingers curled inside of you when he hit you as far as he could go, to his knuckles.

Jay moved his head and scooted down to your heat, already being fucked by his hand. He pulled his fingers out of you and licked them, before bringing his head down and kissing your clit. You tried to move his head with your hands and clench your thighs. He used his hands to push your thighs apart while he ate you out.

His tongue flicked you up and down. He pounded his fingers inside you again, using your slick and his saliva as lubricant. 

“Oh my fuck-ing god, Jay..” 

He kept mercilessly fucking his fingers inside you, curling them and then undoing them as he pulled back out only to continue. 

“Say that again?” 

“Jay, oh my god Jay!”

He hid the smirk on his face and kept fucking you with his fingers, rubbing his palm on your puffy clit. He used his other hand to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants, followed by his boxers. 

The sight of him taking off his pants had sparked something in you and sent you over the edge. Moans filled the bedroom. Your cunt had clamped down repeatedly on his fingers and your breathing staggered. 

“Jay… Jay… oh my god. Jay…” 

He took his fingers out of you and watched your beautiful face. Your breath staggered, face misted from sweat. 

His dick was already erect. It had been. He was just waiting until you had said that magic word. His name. Jay waited until your orgasm had riled down, only to tease you again with his tip against your nearly numb clit. You whimpered and your back arched as if it were scared of the mattress. 

He teased his dick against your hole, and began to fuck you again. You moaned from the overstimulation, and Jay let an “Oh fuck…” escape his lips.

He started out slow, the curve of his cock almost touching your stomach while he thrusted in and out. Jay leaned down to kiss your lips before beginning to fuck you harder, laying his head down on your chest and mercilessly pounding you.

“Jay… ho-ly shit!” 

Saying his name gave him all the gratification he needed. It was like his personal drug.

“I love when you say my name, baby…” he flustered. “You know you’re mine, don’t you, pretty thing?” 

His hand pinned your wrists down above your head, while he stared right into your eyes.

“Yes, Jay, I’m- all yours…” 

“Hm, Y/N?”

“Fuck… Fuck… Jay! I’m all yours!”

He fucked you until you couldn’t take anymore, your second orgasm happened almost immediately. The feeling of your walls clamping down on his dick had made him cum right there, and he rode out both of your orgasms, while you panted like a bitch in heat.

“I’m all yours… I’m all yours… Jesus Christ, Jay, I’m yours…” 

Both of your breathing patterns were staggered. He pulled out of you slowly, cum dripping from all around his dick.

“Yeah, you are.” He kissed you. “You are, baby.” 

You both sat there for a moment to let your panting regulate to a normal pattern, and you spoke. 

“I’m sorry if you took it as I was flirting with that guy. I wasn’t, I hope you know that… God, when I say ‘I’m all yours,’ I mean every word.” 

He played with your hair again. 

“I know. I know.”

Jay kissed your forehead and got up to go to the bathroom. You heard water running from the jacuzzi tub and you watched him walk back over to you, covered in a towel for the time being.

“I’m gonna clean you up, alright?” 

He scooped you into his arms and walked you over to the tub. He sat you in before kissing you on the lips and speaking again.

 “I’ll go change the sheets, my darling. I’ll be back to wash you off in just a moment.” 

You watched him walk out of the bathroom and you sat there, exausted. The tub filled up around your ankles, then made its way to your calves, and then your knees, and all of the sudden, when he had came back, it was up to your mid stomach, since you were seated. The warmth of the water felt soothing on your body compared to the cold air conditioner.

He walked back in the room, and smiled as he approached you, giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head. He took off the towel he previously had on and threw it by the door, stepping into the tub. Jay sat right next to you and laid his head on your shoulder, sighing. He grabbed the soap and a washcloth from the self

“Sit right here, sweetheart.” 

Jay picked you up lightly, with the help of the water, and sat you on his thigh. He used the soap on the washcloth to massage your back, and your neck, and your chest. He occaisionally squeezed the warm water out of the washcloth onto your shoulder, and it trickled down your back and your chest. 

He made sure you were relaxed. Your eyes were closed as he cleaned you off.

After he had made sure you were clean, he had you sit across his lap, while your head rested in his arms. He kissed your forehead and kept you close to his skin. He knew he never wanted to loose you, but seeing you relaxed in his lap like you were, sealed that thought entirely.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You yawned and snuggled close to his chest.