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puffleyia · 1 month

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After Hours || Theodore Nott

Theodore Nott x fem!reader || 2.3k words

Warnings: Unprotected & clothed sex, p-in-v, Theo speaking some Italian (hope the translations are accurate..) yeah, i'm a sucker for that.

Summary: Exams are two weeks time from now. You've made a deliberate effort to steer clear of your boyfriend, Theo. One unfortunate night, he ends up dragging you into an empty classroom and teaches you a lesson worth remembering.

Author's notes: Hellooo, requests are open ! It's a blast writing ab Theo !! I've only gotten back into writing recently after not writing fics for a good while. sorry if i'm slow at churning out fics. I'm busy!

It was roughly two weeks before examinations, and professors have even stopped giving out homework as to focus students’ time on reviewing for their respective subjects. You’ve been studying your ass off in the library day and night, sometimes offering your friends to join in as well. Though, they quickly get bored as they soon offer to do much more interesting things than studying such as having a go at wizard chess, or exploding snap.

It took a lot of self control not to join them, and it took even more not to just put down your book and see Theo. You had been purposely avoiding him because he would always end up distracting you, one way or another. You always catch him stealing a glance at you, and you would almost squirm at the way he looked at you; severely in discomfort as the tension between you two only continued to rise due to the lack of interaction.

It felt suffocating to say the least, so you even began trying not to even breathe in his direction. Needless to say, the bastard still had his ways. He would sometimes sneak up behind you in the library, as you pore over the shelves, inviting himself in as he grabbed your waist and buried his face in your neck. Another is when he would attempt to ensnare you right after your classes.

In the end, you always found yourself ending up hiding away in your common room. You would get past him just by the skin of your teeth each time, as he used his cunning words and a dangerous tone that was like poisoned honey.

You thought, or, more like hoped it would be a quiet night tonight, staying up past curfew hours at the library and praying none of the professors nor prefects would catch you. Though perhaps you were too engrossed in Advanced Potion Making to notice the echo of footsteps that slowly grew louder as it drew nearer to you. Your ears simply blanked it out as mere white noise.

It had not even registered yet in your head until you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, as someone sat beside you. You didn’t need to look to know who it was, as you could see him faintly through your peripherals. “You’ve been so distant lately, amore,” he says, his tone unhappy and laced with a hint of something else you couldn’t quite make out underneath it.

“Sorry, Theo, I-I’m only trying to focus on the exams at the moment. I mean, not in a bad way but, if I spend time with you, I’ll only end up distracted,” you say, trying to clarify yourself to him. Maybe it would’ve been a good idea to tell him sooner. He sighs, “I guess I’ll just have to–” he gets cut off as you both stiffen at the sound of someone approaching.

He hastily places a firm hand over your mouth, silencing your protests, and shoves your book, notes, and quill into your arms. Before you could object, he then relocates you two into an empty classroom, hastily and skillfully sneaking around the halls to get there. It looked unkempt, and it seemed as if it were not used regularly either. He finally released you from his grasp as you gasped for air. “Theo! What the he–” you say, as he quickly covers your mouth again. “Shh, you’re gonna get us caught, principessa.” He says in a low voice, in a near-whisper before he lets go again. “Ahem,” you clear up your throat before you speak, “I-I believe I should get going, Theo.” He furrows his brows at that, frowning slightly. You head towards the classroom’s door, before he grabs you by the waist from behind and pulls you in.

“Who said you were leaving, hm? Are you trying to avoid me again?” He says, as he moved the both of you to sit on one of the chairs. You remain in his arms, unable to get out despite your attempts to wiggle out and you end up on his lap. “Theo.” You say firmly, trying to assert yourself to let him know you really are serious about studying. “Mm, fine, since you’re so stubborn. Tell you what, how about I study with you?” He says suggestively, his voice making you feel things you were not supposed to. Not right now at least.

“Really?” You say skeptically, raising an eyebrow. You place your stuff down, with a dull thud as it is placed on the table. Sounding slightly annoyed, he says, “What's with the attitude, hm? Are you doubting me?” “F-fine, then,” you hesitantly agree, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants to be. Alone with him.

“Brava ragazza,” he says, as he rests his head on your shoulder whilst flipping open your book. You can not help but faintly squeeze your thighs together, you didn’t know most of the time what he was saying when he spoke to you in Italian, but you found it incredibly hot when he did. Your actions do not go unnoticed by him, though he was not going to do anything yet. You pick up your quill, your eyebrows knitting together as you attempt to focus on taking your notes.

“Tell you what, I’ll ask you a few questions to help you. If you get it right, I won’t do anything. If you don't…” He says, his voice trailing off as he does not continue what he was going to say, though the timbre in his voice gave enough implication. You gulp and nod, your throat bobbing as you swallow. You knew you did not really have much of a say, Theo’s done a good job of cornering you. Not to mention the fact he knew you were slightly struggling with potions, too.

“Right then, amore, can you tell me how Golpalott’s Third Law influences the effectiveness and stability of potions?” He asked amusedly, his foot tapping the floor rhythmically. “Uhm,” you say, muttering in an attempt to answer, “Uh, well, it’s... um, when you have a potion with, uh, lots of different poisons, right? So, um, the antidote... it's not just, um, the sum of... wait, no, it's more than that! Yeah, um…” You begin feeling your mouth go dry as the tension in the room fills the air. You feel your heart thump loudly against your ribcage.

“It’s when you have multiple poisons mixed together in a potion, the antidote needs to be more potent or comprehensive to counteract their combined effects.” He says, cockily smirking as he corrects you. Your breath hitches as he takes off your robes and his, tossing it aside as he hikes up your skirt and gropes you. “Theo!” You gasp at his actions. He buries his face on the crook of your neck, as he breathed in your scent before he began kissing it.

“Cazzo,” he mumbles before he spat out another question, “What are the common ingredients and methods used to counteract the effects of different poisons?” You feel the tent in his pants growing, his cock pressing against your clothed cunt. “I–” You manage to get out before biting your lip, stifling a moan. You had reviewed this, but lust simply clouded your mind for you to formulate a cohesive answer.

“Um, er.. D-dittany, for uhm, venom,” you say, as Theo continued teasing you, grinding his hips upwards so that you could feel his dick. You moan at the friction on your pussy, feeling your panties get wet. “I..” You slur, unable to say anything further. “Cockdrunk already, cara mia?” He lets out a guttural laugh, bending you over the table and grabbing your hips roughly as he continues grinding his cock on your pussy.

“Don’t forget, Bezoar, for example–” he grunts, “–is a stone found in the stomach of certain magical creatures like goats. It's known for its ability to neutralise many poisons when ingested. Then there's the Antidote to Common Poisons…” He corrects you, adding more strings of information you probably needed. Though, it was not as if you were paying attention, as you were moving your hips hungrily back onto his dick, only being separated by thin fabric.

“Merda, might as well just fuck you if you keep getting my questions wrong, principessa.” He says, his voice dangerously low as you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling and the distinct sound of his fly unzipping. You look over your shoulder, watching him intently as he pulls down his dark grey boxers and frees his cock. “Theo, please,” you whine, as he smacks your ass and pushes your panties aside. “I thought you were too busy studying? Maybe I should just leave you to that,” he teases you, tapping his dick on your cunt and rubbing it in between your folds.

“No, please,” you plead, and desperately you pressed yourself onto his cock. “Beg, cara mia,” he husked condescendingly, enjoying humiliating you as he continued teasing your wet pussy. “Please, mmhn–” you moan, “I’m sorry, Theo. I-I need it, please, need your cock,” you whimper, flushed from embarrassment as he finally slipped the tip inside you. He pressed inside, at a gruellingly slow pace.

“Cazzo, una puttana così sporca, aren’t you huh?” You could not place your finger on a single word he said in Italian, but your pussy definitely could. He groaned loudly as he grew impatient, shoving the rest of his dick into you. His groin pressed flush against your ass. You moaned loudly at that, and with a swift motion, he reached out and clamped his hand over your mouth. “Shh, cara mia,” he whispers sultrily in your ear as he quickly silences you, unwilling for the both of you to get caught.

You let out a few muffled sounds against his hand as he began thrusting into you, slowly drawing out his cock as he slammed it back into you with such force that the table beneath you shook. “Such a slut aren’t you? Merda,” He rasped as he uncovers your mouth, “yes!” you say, as he’s eliciting vulgar moans from you each time he fucked his dick back in.

He slithered his hand down onto your pussy, rubbing your clit. He leans in, grunting, as he kisses your nape. He sucks on your neck, trailing down to your back, leaving red marks as he sealed each one afterwards with a kiss. “Ti senti così maledettamente bene, amore,” he groaned, only setting his pace rougher as he hit a particularly deep spot inside you, hitting your cervix.

“Oh fuck, Theo,” you whine, as you tried to remain as quiet as you could. Your hands firmly grip onto the edges of the table, your nails digging into it, as he fucks you into oblivion. Tears brim at your eyes, as close them shut. Some teardrops cling onto your pretty lashes, and some flow down your cheek, falling down, staining the pages of your book. He loved watching you cry in pleasure, observing your expressions as he drove himself into you.

He loomed over you, using a hand to cup your jaw to force your head to look up at his face. “Open your mouth, cara mia.” He said, an authoritative tone that rolled off his tongue like butter. You oblige, parting your lips, your tongue lolling out as you do. He spits in your mouth, the hand holding your chin clamping your jaw shut afterwards . “Swallow.”

You do as he says, swallowing his spit as he lets go of your jaw and your head hangs down soon after. With that, he fucks you rougher, his pace frantic. You become nothing short of a moaning mess, he returns his hand to your clit and strokes it rhythmically in time with his thrusts. You let out small whimpers and whines as you feel hazy and drunk on his cock.

Theo, in an intoxicated trance, mutters a string of curses and praises in Italian. You cry out his name in ecstasy with every jab at your sweet spot as he ploughs into you. You feel a familiar warmth pooling at your stomach, only feeling more pleasurable by the second. “Theo, m’gonna cum, T-Theo,” you babble almost incoherently. He leans in briefly, and in a gravelly tone, “Cum on my cock, cara mia.” He says, letting his breath trickle down your neck.

Spasming around him, you dissolve into pleasure as you see stars. You selfishly clench around his dick, as if you wanted to milk him dry. Cumming all over his cock, you quite literally bury your face into your book, in an attempt to muffle the loud moan you let out as you do.

His thrusts grow languid and sloppy, hips stuttering unrhythmically as his climax nears. “Want me to cum inside you, principessa?” He husked, now digging his fingers into your hips as he chased his high. “Yes, yes, mhn–” you chant, unable to think straight. “Theo, please,” you pleaded.

With one final thrust, he groans loudly and buries himself fully inside you and stuffs your pussy with his cum. You felt his cock pulsing inside you, both of you panting as he rode out his orgasm. “Fuck, atta girl,” he says breathily, praising you as he pulls out of your cunt. He watches as you softly moan as you feel white globs of cum trickle out of your folds, dripping down your thighs.

He hastily tucks his cock back into his pants, pulling your skirt back in place as he walks (more like carries) you back to your common room that night before he headed back to his. Well, it was safe to say you definitely got nothing done that night, though he makes it up to you the following afternoon by actually helping you study with potions.

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mariacallous · 12 days

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In a product demo last week, OpenAI showcased a synthetic but expressive voice for ChatGPT called “Sky” that reminded many viewers of the flirty AI girlfriend Samantha played by Scarlett Johansson in the 2013 film Her. One of those viewers was Johansson herself, who promptly hired legal counsel and sent letters to OpenAI demanding an explanation, according to a statement released later. In response, the company on Sunday halted use of Sky and published a blog post insisting that it “is not an imitation of Scarlett Johansson but belongs to a different professional actress using her own natural speaking voice.”

Johansson’s statement, released Monday, said she was “shocked, angered, and in disbelief” by OpenAI’s demo using a voice she called “so eerily similar to mine that my closest friends and news outlets could not tell the difference.” Johansson revealed that she had turned down a request last year from the company’s CEO, Sam Altman, to voice ChatGPT and that he had reached out again two days before last week’s demo in an attempt to change her mind.

It’s unclear if Johansson plans to take additional legal action against OpenAI. Her counsel on the dispute with OpenAI is John Berlinski, a partner at Los Angeles law firm Bird Marella, who represented her in a lawsuit against Disney claiming breach of contract, settled in 2021. (OpenAI’s outside counsel working on this matter is Wilson Sonsini Goodrich & Rosati partner David Kramer, who is based in Silicon Valley and has defended Google and YouTube on copyright infringement cases.) If Johansson does pursue a claim against OpenAI, some intellectual property experts suspect it could focus on “right of publicity” laws, which protect people from having their name or likeness used without authorization.

James Grimmelmann, a professor of digital and internet law at Cornell University, believes Johansson could have a good case. “You can't imitate someone else's distinctive voice to sell stuff,” he says. OpenAI declined to comment for this story, but yesterday released a statement from Altman claiming Sky “was never intended to resemble” the star, adding, “We are sorry to Ms. Johansson that we didn’t communicate better.”

Johansson’s dispute with OpenAI drew notice in part because the company is embroiled in a number of lawsuits brought by artists and writers. They allege that the company breached copyright by using creative work to train AI models without first obtaining permission. But copyright law would be unlikely to play a role for Johansson, as one cannot copyright a voice. “It would be right of publicity,” says Brian L. Frye, a professor at the University of Kentucky’s College of Law focusing on intellectual property. “She’d have no other claims.”

Several lawyers WIRED spoke with said a case Bette Midler brought against Ford Motor Company and its advertising agency Young & Rubicam in the late 1980s provides a legal precedent. After turning down the ad agency’s offers to perform one of her songs in a car commercial, Midler sued when the company hired one of her backup singers to impersonate her sound. “Ford was basically trying to profit from using her voice,” says Jennifer E. Rothman, a law professor at the University of Pennsylvania, who wrote a 2018 book called The Right of Publicity: Privacy Reimagined for a Public World. “Even though they didn't literally use her voice, they were instructing someone to sing in a confusingly similar manner to Midler.”

It doesn’t matter whether a person’s actual voice is used in an imitation or not, Rothman says, only whether that audio confuses listeners. In the legal system, there is a big difference between imitation and simply recording something “in the style” of someone else. “No one owns a style,” she says.

Other legal experts don’t see what OpenAI did as a clear-cut impersonation. “I think that any potential ‘right of publicity’ claim from Scarlett Johansson against OpenAI would be fairly weak given the only superficial similarity between the ‘Sky’ actress' voice and Johansson, under the relevant case law,” Colorado law professor Harry Surden wrote on X on Tuesday. Frye, too, has doubts. “OpenAI didn’t say or even imply it was offering the real Scarlett Johansson, only a simulation. If it used her name or image to advertise its product, that would be a right-of-publicity problem. But merely cloning the sound of her voice probably isn’t,” he says.

But that doesn’t mean OpenAI is necessarily in the clear. “Juries are unpredictable,” Surden added.

Frye is also uncertain how any case might play out, because he says right of publicity is a fairly “esoteric” area of law. There are no federal right-of-publicity laws in the United States, only a patchwork of state statutes. “It’s a mess,” he says, although Johansson could bring a suit in California, which has fairly robust right-of-publicity laws.

OpenAI’s chances of defending a right-of-publicity suit could be weakened by a one-word post on X—“her”—from Sam Altman on the day of last week’s demo. It was widely interpreted as a reference to Her and Johansson’s performance. “It feels like AI from the movies,” Altman wrote in a blog post that day.

To Grimmelmann at Cornell, those references weaken any potential defense OpenAI might mount claiming the situation is all a big coincidence. “They intentionally invited the public to make the identification between Sky and Samantha. That's not a good look,” Grimmelmann says. “I wonder whether a lawyer reviewed Altman's ‘her’ tweet.” Combined with Johansson’s revelations that the company had indeed attempted to get her to provide a voice for its chatbots—twice over—OpenAI’s insistence that Sky is not meant to resemble Samantha is difficult for some to believe.

“It was a boneheaded move,” says David Herlihy, a copyright lawyer and music industry professor at Northeastern University. “A miscalculation.”

Other lawyers see OpenAI’s behavior as so manifestly goofy they suspect the whole scandal might be a deliberate stunt—that OpenAI judged that it could trigger controversy by going forward with a sound-alike after Johansson declined to participate but that the attention it would receive from seemed to outweigh any consequences. “What’s the point? I say it’s publicity,” says Purvi Patel Albers, a partner at the law firm Haynes Boone who often takes intellectual property cases. “The only compelling reason—maybe I’m giving them too much credit—is that everyone’s talking about them now, aren’t they?”

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grangerhater · 10 months

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A GAME OF TABOO

pairing: professor!Remus Lupin x student!reader

synopsis: it’s against the school principles but it’s just for a night right?

smut

warning: plot, teacher-student relationship, they are both two consenting adults, p in v penetration, nick names “daddy” and “baby” once or twice, spanking

The rain poured heavily outside as Y/N hurriedly made her way through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was her last year at the prestigious school, and despite the gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Today was the day she would meet her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin.

As Y/N entered the classroom, a warm, inviting atmosphere greeted her. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books, and the crackling fire in the fireplace emitted a comforting glow. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the figure standing by the blackboard.

Professor Lupin turned to face her, his eyes filled with kindness and warmth. He had a tired look about him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But there was an air of wisdom and intelligence that made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, I presume?" Professor Lupin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Please, come in. Take a seat."

Y/N nodded and took a seat at the front of the classroom, her heart fluttering nervously. As the other students filed in, Professor Lupin began the lesson, captivating the class with his vast knowledge and engaging teaching methods. Y/N found herself hanging onto every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more and more infatuated with Professor Lupin. His calm and patient demeanor, combined with his intelligence, drew her in like a moth to a flame. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was wrong to have feelings for her teacher.

Throughout the lesson, Y/N found herself constantly stealing glances at Professor Lupin. His voice was soothing, lulling her into a sense of comfort as he explained the intricacies of the Patronus Charm. She admired the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly and captivating the entire class.

After class, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to gather her belongings as the other students filed out. She watched as Professor Lupin collected his papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. Summoning her courage, she approached his desk.

"Professor Lupin, I wanted to ask you something," Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of her. "Of course, Y/N. What can I help you with?"

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I was wondering if you could recommend any additional reading on the Patronus Charm. I find it fascinating and would love to learn more about it."

A smile spread across Professor Lupin's face as he reached for a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a worn, leather-bound book. "Ah, I have just the thing for you. This is an advanced text on the Patronus Charm. It delves into the theory behind it and provides numerous tips for successful casting. I believe you'll find it quite enlightening."

Y/N's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the book. "Thank you, Professor Lupin. I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I am always here for you" he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Over the following weeks, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Professor Lupin. They often engaged in deep discussions about various magical subjects, and their conversations would stretch into the night. Y/N cherished these moments, treasuring the connection she felt with him.

As the months passed, Y/N's feelings for Professor Lupin grew stronger and stronger. She found herself thinking about him constantly, and longing for his company. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that a teacher-student relationship was taboo, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

One day, after class, well after curfew that is Y/N snuck out of the party that was held in her common room and drunkenly decided to take a chance and admit her feelings to Professor Lupin. She gathered her courage and knocked on his office door, her heart racing.

Unfortunately, her drunken confession came at the wrong time as Professor Lupin had just finished a particularly hard day of work and was resting in his office as he enjoyed his well-earned drink. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any conversations, let alone one with a drunken student, so he ignored the knock on the door and continued sipping on his drink, assuming that whoever it was outside the door would eventually get the hint and leave him alone. But she continued knocking on the door, oblivious to Lupin's intentions and wanting nothing more than to finally tell him how she really feels.

Lupin eventually got up and answered the door, immediately realizing that it was Y/N , and annoyed that this drunken adventure wasn't ending anytime soon. Despite his annoyance, Lupin was still fond of her and knew that she had been having a rough time lately, so he softened his demeanor and asked, "miss Y/N, what are you doing knocking on my door at this time of night?" she sheepishly looked down at her feet as she answered, "I-I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." Lupin's expression turned to one of confusion as he asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

Y/N realized that she had to be serious if she wanted Lupin to take her seriously. She met Lupin's gaze and said in a determined tone, "No, this is no joke. I really do have feelings for you." Lupin's face softened further as he said, " I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but we can't be together. I'm your professor, and-" she interrupted him, saying, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I just wanted you to know that I have real feelings for you."

Lupin looked at her, trying to figure out what to say next. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had always been attracted to her. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Listen Y/N… I can't act on any personal urges I may have for you. It's against school policy -and-"

Y/N interrupted him again as she stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his arms and leaning in closer. "So you're saying you're attracted to me too?"

Lupin felt his face blushing as the tension mounted between them. "I can't -", he began to say but was stopped as she leaned in closer to him, bringing her face close to his. Lupin couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at him with such desire. He took a deep breath and said, "This is not the smartest thing either of us could do, but..”

He led her inside and locked the door behind them. He pushed her against the wall, eager to fulfill their unspoken desires. Y/N couldn't believe that her night of liquid courage had paid off, but she knew that she wanted Lupin more than anything in the world at that moment.

As Lupin kissed her with all the passion he had been suppressing for so long, her heart raced with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Lupin's neck and let him take control of the situation. Lupin gently pulled her robes off as he kissed her neck and began to explore her body. Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Y/N in this moment. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he made his way down her body. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as Lupin's lips brushed against her sensitive skin.

He continued to explore her body with his mouth, devouring her sensitive skin with his kisses. As his hands groped her curves, Y/N felt her pleasure grow and she responded by running her hands through Lupin's hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Lupin was feeling more aroused than he had in years and he finally forgot about his worries and concerns. His focus was now completely on the woman in his arms and the joy she was bringing him in this moment.

Lupin and Y/N’s passion intensified as they kissed and groped each other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lupin knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was beyond the point of worrying about rules or consequences. He wanted Y/N and he was going to have her no matter what. her moans of pleasure grew louder as Lupin increased the intensity of his kisses, running his hands over her body and squeezing her curves. Y/N was lost in a state of blissful pleasure that was overwhelming and she knew that she never wanted it to end

His hands moved down to Y/N's panties, pulling them off to reveal her wetness. He slid a finger inside her causing her to moan louder. Y/N reached down and unzipped Lupin's pants, freeing his hard member. She stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. Lupin positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly at first, but then picking up speed. They moved together in perfect harmony, their passion intensifying with every thrust.

Lupin grabbed Y/N's hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. He bit down on it leaving a mark. Y/N moaned in pleasure, the pain only adding to the pleasure Lupin's thrusts became rougher and more aggressive, making Y/N scream with pleasure. He spanked her ass, leaving it red and raw. They were both lost in a world of rough intense pleasure with nothing else mattering but the ecstasy they were feeling

Lupin continued to spank Y/N's ass, each hit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She begged for more, wanting to feel the pain and pleasure mix together. Lupin obliged, hitting her harder and harder until she was screaming in pleasure. He pulled out and flipped her over entering her from behind.

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and cried out calling him "daddy" in a moment of intense pleasure. Lupin's desire for her grew even stronger at the sound of the nickname, and he pounded into her harder and faster until they both reached the peak of ecstasy together.

He growled in pleasure as he continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked his voice filled with desire. Y/N moaned in response, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, daddy," she replied, her voice filled with need. Lupin's thrusts became even rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room

he whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how he was going to make her come. Y/N's moans grew louder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her with his rough, skilled hands

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes until he finally reached his peak. Lupin's climax was intense, his body shaking with pleasure as he came inside her with a groan. They both collapsed onto the bed exhausted and satisfied with their experience. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Lupin pulled Y/N close to him and whispered in her ear, "That was amazing, baby" Y/N smiled up at him, feeling content and satisfied. "Yes, it was," she replied, her voice filled with pleasure. They both knew that what they had just experienced was something special, something that they would never forget.

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butterfly-lies-chase-them-away · 4 months

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Office Hours/Bells - Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader (Part 4)

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10299

Warnings: SMUT (public sex/office sex, fingering, masturbation, bath sex, p in v, dry humping, hand job, worshipping), Obsessive behaviour, Professor x Student

Summary: Y/n had been craving more of Jonathan, more of all of him. She knew she couldn't push him to do anything, but maybe she didn't have to.

A/N: Sorry it took AGES for me to post this part, I had just moved cities and gotten settled into a new job too, so a lot of moving around for me lately.

I had quiet a bit of fun writing this part, I loved writing more of Jonathan's personality and personal problems.

I hope you enjoy this part and look forward to whatever I write next. 💚

Y/n had begun wearing skirts to class, trying to get Jonathan to fuck her. She loved the thought of him getting all hot and bothered during teaching. The skirts were tight and showed off her legs, making Y/n feel confident and sexy. Jonathan noticed the change and couldn't help but stare at her. Every day, Y/n felt more in control, knowing that she had the power to turn Jonathan on just by wearing a skirt.

She knew she had power over Jonathan and loved it. She could just fuck him at home, but she liked the thought of fucking Jonathan in his office, or even in the middle of the classroom. She loved the idea of him getting caught by fucking his student, his face beet red with embarrassment. Y/n was in control and she loved every minute of it.

In these moments, Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill at the taboo nature of their relationship. It was more than just fucking one another, but queit literally living together, the knowledge that they were transgressing the conventional norms of student and professor dynamics.

As the lecture concluded, Y/n gracefully sauntered into Jonathan's office, an air of mischief accompanying her every step. The anticipation hung palpably, the room of students unaware of what Y/n had in store for their professor.

Jonathan, though accustomed to Y/n's teasing ways, relished in making her wait. A knowing smile played on his lips as he closed the door with a deliberate click, the sound echoing through the room.

Seated behind his desk, Jonathan assumed an air of calm composure, belying the desires that simmered beneath the surface. The familiar ritual had begun, a silent interplay of glances and a magnetic pull that drew them closer.

As Y/n circled the desk, a picture of effortless allure, she leaned against its edge, casting a playful gaze upon Jonathan. The soft glow of the office lights caught the subtle mischief in her eyes.

"Professor," Y/n's voice was a velvety whisper, a prelude to the seductive dance they were about to engage in.

“Y/n,” Jonathan acknowledged her with a measured response, his gaze never leaving hers.

“I’m bored,” Y/n declared, her voice carrying a tone of mischievous longing.

Jonathan, unruffled, looked up from his work, his eyes meeting hers. “I have a hundred books in here, pick one out,” he suggested, feigning indifference.

Y/n's sigh filled the room with an air of impatience, her faux boredom manifesting audibly. "I don't want to read," Y/n declared, her gaze fixed on Jonathan with a teasing challenge.

Jonathan, ever the composed professor, responded with a playful suggestion. "What do you want to do then?"

Y/n, with a devilish gleam in her eyes, gracefully positioned herself at the centre of Jonathan's desk. A confident smile adorned her lips as she beckoned playfully, "Come on, Professor... don't you want to play with your little student?" She reclined provocatively on the smooth surface of the table.

"I don't know, you have cards?" Jonathan suggested with a teasing twinkle in his eye.

Y/n's eyes rolled in exasperation, dismissing the idea of a mundane game. "That's not what I meant."

"Then tell me, my Dear… What do you want?" Jonathan inquired, rising from his desk to stand over her, a potent blend of curiosity and amusement dancing in his gaze.

Y/n's voice carried a sultry undertone as she made her desire known, "I want you to fuck me... right here." The air thickened with tension as her words hung in the room, like an invisible thread weaving their shared secret.

Jonathan, in response, sighed, a mixture of reluctance and longing, as he leaned over Y/n. The subtle brush of his fingers against her cheek. Jonathan sighed softly as he leaned over Y/n, capturing her lips in a lingering kiss.

Breaking away just enough to let his warm breath caress her skin, he whispered with a hint of playful authority, "Well, then... let's hope you can keep the volume down."

Dr. Crane couldn't resist the urge to run his hands through Y/n's hair, pulling her closer to him. Y/n's tongue danced with Dr. Crane's, teasing and tantalizing him until he couldn't take it anymore.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and intense as he gazed down at her. “You're such a naughty little patient,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire

He leaned in and captured her mouth once again, his lips rough and demanding as he claimed hers in a fierce kiss. Y/n moaned loudly, arching her back as she felt his hands roam over her body, exploring and teasing her until she could hardly bear it.

With a mischievous smirk, Dr. Crane reached down and slowly slipped Y/n's skirt up over her hips, revealing her black underwear.

He paused letting his eyes rake over her body appreciatively before he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I think these have to go,” he murmured, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

Without waiting for a response, he leaned over and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down over her hips as Y/n gasped and wriggled with excitement. reached down and rubbed his fingers over her wet pussy, teasing her until she was squirming with need.

“You're so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit.

“You're just dying for my cock, aren't you?” Y/n could hardly bear it as his words sent shivers down her spine, her body thrumming with need as she moaned loudly.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she pushed her hips back towards him, desperate for more. “Please fuck me.”

Without another word, Dr. Crane reached down and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, slamming them in and out of her eager hole as Y/n screamed and writhed with pleasure. He was relentless until she was screaming his name and begging for more.

As Jonathan fingered Y/n's pussy over and over, his eyes locked onto hers, a look of pure determination on his face. “You need to be quiet,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

“You don't want anyone to hear us, do you?” Y/n could hardly bear it as his words sent shivers down her spine, her body throbbing with need as she nodded frantically, unable to speak. “If you’re too loud, I won’t be fucking you.”

Y/n covered her mouth, muffling her moans. “That's a good little patient,” he whispered.

Jonathan pulled his fingers out of her wet pussy and reached down to pull his cock out of his pants, his eyes locked onto hers as he positioned himself in front of her. He pulled her hips back towards him and slammed into her, his cock slipping in and out of her pussy.

Her pussy muscles clenched tightly around his cock as he moaned loudly. He was relentless, driving into her over and over as she held on his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss.

she reached out and tried to grab his shirt, but he was quick to stop her. With a wicked grin, he reached down and grabbed her wrists, pushing them above her head and holding them tightly as he thrusted into her.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Dr. Crane,” Y/n cried.

“Come for me, my Dear,” he whispered.

Her body shook and thrummed with need as she started cumming, her cunt clenching tightly around his cock as she squeezed it with all her might. Within seconds, he was grunting loudly as he started pumping into her, his cock slamming into her cunt as he came, his cum spurting out inside of her until he collapsed onto her with a groan.

Beads of sweat adorned their skin, glistening under the soft glow of the dimmed room. The air was thick with the heady aroma of sex. Breathless and sated, Jonathan pressed a tender kiss on Y/n’s flushed cheek.

Y/n chuckled, her breath still uneven, "Should have done this sooner," she remarked playfully.

"Well, perhaps you should have been more explicit from the beginning," Jonathan teased with a mischievous glint in his eyes. A smirk played on Jonathan's lips as he added, "I hope you don't believe this concludes our time together."

Y/n released a contented sigh, acknowledging she wouldn’t be sleeping much that night. No matter how tired Y/n was, the promise of more sex with Jonathan kept her pleasantly awake.

With sex becoming more common in their relationship, Y/n became keenly aware of the need for a bathtub. The ritual of a relaxing bath appealed to her, especially when after sex, Y/n can never be bothered to shower as Jonathan had fucked her dumb.

While laying tiles, Y/n's eye caught a glimpse of the past plumbing embedded in the floor. She knew she wanted a bath eventually, but getting the main parts of the bathroom was more important at the time. However after all the leg shaking sex the two of them had been having, the sentiment grew stronger.

Y/n's enthusiasm was contagious as she excitedly skipped over to Jonathan amidst his work. He glanced up, protective goggles perched on, watching Y/n approach.

“Hey, Jonathan…” Y/n chirped, prompting him to divert his attention.

Jonathan removed his glasses, his eyes squinting slightly from the change in focus. “Careful, I’m using chemicals,” he warned, ever mindful of Y/n’s safety.

“We really need to get you a proper lab. But that’s for another day! Can we install a bath?” Y/n's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows, contemplating the feasibility. “Do we have the plumbing?” he asked.

“Yep! I left it uncovered while tiling just in case. Have you not looked around in the bathroom? No wonder you wear glasses,” Y/n teased, her playful banter drawing a smirk from Jonathan.

“Well… I get paid this week for work I did for Nigma, so we can go look at some after that,” Jonathan suggested, his lips twitching into a small smile.

Y/n beamed with satisfaction and planted a quick kiss on Jonathan’s cheek. “Y/n! Be careful! Go wash your mouth, I said I was using chemicals,” he chided, a hint of frustration in his tone.

Y/n laughed, darting away with playful mischief, leaving Jonathan to return to his work with an affectionate smile.

A few days later, with Jonathan's dodgy paycheck in hand, the two set out to find the perfect bathtub. They wandered through home department stores, looking at various designs and features.

"Jonathan, what about this one?" Y/n pointed excitedly to a sleek, modern bathtub with built-in jets.

Jonathan glanced at it, raising an eyebrow, "Jets in a bath? Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Y/n grinned, "Come on, it's not just about functionality. It's about enjoying the experience."

Jonathan chuckled, unable to resist Y/n's enthusiasm. They finally settled on a deep, freestanding tub with elegant claw feet, a perfect blend of comfort and aesthetics.

Back at the warehouse, Y/n set to work installing the bath, with Jonathan eagerly assisting. The room started to transform, taking on a more luxurious ambiance. The scent of scented candles, ones which Y/n begged Jonathan to purchase, filled the air as they worked.

As they filled the tub for the first time, Y/n couldn't contain her excitement. "Jonathan, this is going to be amazing! Our own little spa."

Jonathan, although reserved, couldn't help but smile at Y/n's infectious joy. The bath was more than just a new addition, it was a symbol of their new domestic life and the continuous evolution of their sanctuary.

Jonathan's lips curled into a soft smile as he responded, "Go for it, my Dear. You deserve a soak in the bath." He pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's temple, the warmth of his affection radiating through the gesture.

As Y/n turned to him, an eyebrow raised, she asked, "You're not joining?"

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment as Jonathan hesitated. A subtle pause lingered in his expression before he finally replied, "I have to head down to Arkham."

Y/n's expression shifted to a gentle pout, disappointment etching across her features. "Okay, be safe," she said, offering Jonathan a consoling kiss on the cheek.

As the door clicked shut behind Jonathan, Y/n found herself alone in the bathroom, the gentle ambiance of soft lighting and the soothing scent of bath salts, which she had also forced Jonathan to purchase, enveloping her. She understood the reasons for his departure, a weight of unspoken responsibilities lingering in the air. Respecting his choices, Y/n decided not to press him into revealing more.

With a graceful ease, she began to undress. The warm glow from the candles danced across her skin as she stepped into the water, embracing the comforting warmth that enveloped her body. The room seemed to hush, and Y/n sank into the fragrant bubbles, allowing the serenity of the bath to wash over her.

Each moment was a small act of self-care, a celebration of solitude that mingled with the soft symphony of water and her own thoughts. Y/n relished in the feeling of the bath, the gentle caress of the water against her skin, and the tranquility that washed away the stresses of the day.

The warehouse door crashed open with a resounding bang, capturing Y/n's attention as she glanced up from the couch, her towel for her hair resting on the floor beside her. Jonathan stormed in, his frustration evident as he angrily tossed his burlap mask onto the cluttered workbench.

"Jonathan? What happened?" Y/n asked, rising from the couch to approach him.

"That blasted Bat is meddling with my plans...he's getting too close," Jonathan growled, fixing a menacing gaze on nothing in particular.

"I thought Edward was taking care of it," Y/n remarked.

"Yeah, well, we both know how reliable Nigma can be," Jonathan scoffed, prompting a subdued chuckle from Y/n.

"Come on, let's just head to bed. You've barely gotten any sleep this week," Y/n suggested, her hand gliding down his arm to entwine with his.

His frown eased, replaced by a gentle look as he met her eyes. Smiling, she guided him up the loft stairs, leading the way to their shared bed. Seating him on the mattress, she grabbed a pair of pyjamas, offering them to him.

As he began shedding his jacket and other clothes, Y/n watched with a loving gaze. Jonathan undid the buttons of his shirt, hesitating before fully removing it. Slowly, he turned his gaze towards Y/n, his jaw clenched. Understanding his vulnerability, Y/n lowered her head and hopped onto the bed, facing away from him.

Jonathan harboured insecurities about his physique, often choosing to change in private or while Y/n slept. She had glimpsed his body only once, tending to him after a brutal fight, and remained mindful of his sensitivity in such moments. His reluctance to be touched lingered, restricting the intimacy between them. Even during their hugs, he only let her hands rest around his neck or against his chest.

Y/n, well-acquainted with her own insecurities, understood the delicacy of the situation and recognized the limits of what she could change without him initiating it. Yet, an earnest desire to connect with him on a deeper level persisted.

As he finished changing, a sudden silence signalled his readiness. Y/n felt as he reclined on the bed and felt his arm envelop her body. Turning to face him, she pressed a tender kiss to his lips before closing her eyes and nestling against his warmth. In the quiet moments that followed, she surrendered to the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, finding solace in their shared silence as she drifted into sleep.

Awakening to a chilly emptiness, Y/n opened her eyes to find the bed void of Jonathan’s presence. A surge of emotion brought tears to her eyes, but a hopeful warmth lingered in the spot beside her, suggesting he might not have left just yet. Frantically, she scanned the loft before bolting down the stairs and out the entrance, calling out for him in the night.

The creak of the bathroom door interrupted her anxious search. She turned to see Jonathan hurrying out, reaching for her shoulders to bring reassurance.

"I'm here, Y/n. Don't worry, I haven't left," Jonathan assured her, enveloping her in an embrace while tenderly stroking her hair.

Her breath steadied as she closed her eyes, absorbing the comforting embrace and inhaling his familiar scent. It was a blend of his natural musk and subtle perfume, a fragrance she had grown to love. In that moment, the warmth of his presence and the familiar aroma offered solace, grounding her in the reality that he was indeed there with her.

"Come on, back to bed," Jonathan urged, gently pulling her away and guiding her back to the comforting embrace of the sheets.

"What's the time?" Y/n inquired.

"It's only 4 AM. We don't have to be up until 8, we have a late lecture today," Jonathan explained, leading her back to the bed.

They resettled onto the mattress, and Y/n nestled closer to him. He responded by planting a tender kiss on the top of her head, the warmth of the gesture echoing the tranquillity of the early morning hours.

The lecture unfolded in its typical monotony. Y/n absentmindedly tapped her pen on her book, her mind wandering. Her thoughts, however, were occupied by the events of the previous night, particularly Jonathan's reluctance to reveal his body. While this wasn't an entirely new occurrence, a yearning to see him persisted. It wasn't a mere curiosity; she genuinely wished he felt more comfortable with himself.

While Jonathan exuded confidence in his intelligence, the same assurance seemed to crumble when it came to his appearance and physique. It was a stark contrast, leaving Y/n contemplating the complexity of a man so assured in one aspect of himself, yet plagued by insecurities in another.

She understood that his reluctance had nothing to do with any sexual stigma, after all, they had already been intimate, though fully clothed. Y/n longed to make him feel as beautiful as she saw him, but for the time being, she resolved to let him navigate his own pace and find comfort in his own time.

Back in his office, Y/n wasted no time in launching herself at him. Her lips met his with a sense of urgency.

"Eager as always," Jonathan observed with a smirk, his words a murmur against her fevered lips.

Y/n chuckled softly, the sound a mixture of excitement and anticipation, as she planted kisses along his jawline, slowly trailing down to the inviting expanse of his neck. "How can I not be?" she mused between breathless kisses, her voice laced with a playful yet sultry tone.

He ushered her towards their usual spot on the desk, pressing her down onto it as her arms entwined around his neck, locking them in a passionate kiss. Y/n's fingers embarked on an exploration, tracing a tantalizing path down his torso until they reached the bottom of his shirt.

With a determined pull, she started to untuck it from his pants. The sudden tensing of Jonathan's body was noticeable, but he gradually eased back into the moment as her hands moved to rest on his chest. Just as Y/n's fingers ventured toward the buttons on his shirt, a swift reaction ensued, Jonathan seized her wrist, holding it firmly in his grasp. Despite this, the fervent exchange of kisses endured.

When Y/n's other hand attempted a similar journey, moving from his shoulder to his top button, Jonathan abruptly pulled away. With a resolute grip, he intercepted her second hand, keeping both pinned down at her sides. A playful pout adorned Y/n's lips, a subtle indication of her dissatisfaction with the loss of control.

"Dr. Crane, please!" she whined, the plea laced with desire.

"No," Jonathan replied sternly, resisting her advances.

"Come on, Jonathan, I want to see you," Y/n persisted, her insistence evident in her tone.

In an instant, Jonathan's restraint snapped.

"Y/n, I don't want to take my clothes off!" Jonathan suddenly raised his voice, surprising both Y/n and himself with the intensity of his response.

Y/n's face fell, taken aback by Jonathan's reaction. The atmosphere shifted, and she felt a pang of regret. "I... I'm sorry, Jonathan," she stammered, genuinely feeling horrible for unintentionally causing his distress.

Jonathan sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at Y/n with a mix of frustration and apology. "No, I shouldn't have reacted like that," he said, taking a step back from her.

Y/n sat up, her expression reflecting a blend of understanding and concern. "No, Jonathan, I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm sorry," she said, reaching out to gently kiss him on the cheek, hoping to convey her sincerity and remorse.

She discerned the tumultuous emotions surging through him, even as his face remained as hard as ice. Y/n could sense the regret that weighed heavily on him, an internal struggle that manifested in the hardened lines of his face.

"Jonathan..." Y/n uttered, her hand gently clasping his face, coaxing him to face her.

His eyes, clouded with remorse, met hers.

"You don't have to beat yourself up. It's your right to your own body, I'm not going to make you do anything," Y/n reassured him, trying to alleviate the guilt etched across his features.

However, her words seemed to deepen the conflict within Jonathan. His gaze shifted downward, lingering on her ankles, prompting a resigned sigh from Y/n. "Everything's okay, Jonathan... You don't owe me anything."

Jonathan, though still visibly distressed, leaned in to kiss her once more, attempting to reinitiate the heated moment between them. Yet, Y/n gently pushed him back, her face reflecting a mix of understanding and empathy. His face fell further, registering a sense of rejection that permeated the room. However, Y/n managed to reassure him with a comforting smile.

"Let's go home," Y/n suggested, her voice carrying a sense of tenderness and a promise of solace.

As the night draped the deserted university campus in shadows, Y/n and Jonathan walked hand in hand, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the empty hallways. Y/n, seemingly unbothered, offered a comforting presence, her touch a reassuring anchor for Jonathan. However, beneath the surface of this seemingly serene scene, Jonathan's internal dialogue waged a tumultuous war of self-deprecation.

With each step, the distant glow of streetlights flickering through the windows painted an intricate pattern on the ground, mirroring the intricate thoughts swirling in Jonathan's mind. The hushed whispers of the night wind through the deserted corridors seemed to echo his inner turmoil.

Jonathan's thoughts replayed the scene in his office, the tension building up to a point where he abruptly halted the escalating intimacy. His own actions weighed heavily on him, overshadowing Y/n's understanding and reassurances. In his mind, the missed opportunity became a significant blunder, a moment of pleasure that he regretted losing.

Of course, Jonathan care very little about his own emotional well-being, but was consumed by the idea that he had irreparably ruined the prospect of intimacy for Y/n. The weight of her rejection bore heavily on his conscience, convincing him that any desire she harbored for a physical connection with him had been irreversibly tarnished.

Meanwhile, Y/n's soothing presence persisted, her hand in his offering a lifeline amidst the internal warfare. She couldn't fully comprehend the strom churning within Jonathan. Her focus remained on supporting him and making him feel comfortable.

Y/n's decision to stop their intimate moment was rooted in genuine concern for Jonathan's emotional state. Recognizing his internal struggle and the weight of the moment, she deemed it inappropriate to have sex, preferring to prioritize his comfort instead.

As they approached the parking lot, Y/n glanced at Jonathan, her eyes expressing care and understanding, unaware of the intricate battle taking place within him. The walk to his car continued, both wanting nothing more than to be at home.

Jonathan found himself seated at his work desk downstairs, a palpable tension lingering in the air after the incident in the office. Although Y/n seemed to have moved past it, Jonathan's mind remained ensnared by lingering doubts. His understanding of Y/n's unconditional acceptance clashed with an undercurrent of insecurity, fueled by the fear that his actions had jeopardized their connection.

The mere thought that he might have upset Y/n's feelings unsettled Jonathan. He grappled with the possibility that his outburst had tarnished their intimacy, causing him to question the foundation of their relationship. Despite his penchant for a stoic exterior and over inflated ego, Jonathan secretly yearned for Y/n's approval.

Vulnerability was a territory Jonathan rarely ventured into willingly, yet he recognized the necessity of comfort in his relationship with Y/n. Hesitant and self-reflective, he hoped that she could see past the rough edges he inadvertently revealed, seeking solace in the prospect of her acceptance.

Jonathan recognized that it was time to confront his emotions and address the lingering tension with Y/n. Determined, he rose from the couch and made his way to Y/n.

“Y/n…” Jonathan said, climbing the stairs with a certain awkwardness in his gait. His movements were hesitant, and he stopped at the end of the bed, casting a tentative glance in her direction.

Y/n lowered her book, her curiosity piqued by Jonathan's demeanor. She could sense an unusual tension in the air, waiting for whatever revelation he was about to share.

“Jonathan?” Y/n prompted, studying his expressions for clues.

“I was thinking about today… back in my office,” Jonathan began, his voice carrying a mix of apprehension and sincerity.

“It's okay, Jonathan, I get it. You don’t have to say anything,” Y/n reassured him, offering a warm smile to ease any discomfort he might be feeling.

“Y/n… I trust you, and… I want you to see me,” Jonathan confessed. His face remained stoic, but the subtle avoidance of eye contact betrayed his nervousness.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, initially puzzled. "Huh?"

“I want you to see me,” Jonathan reiterated, starting to remove his blazer.

It then dawned on Y/n, and she closed her book, chucking it aside. With undivided attention, she watched as Jonathan slowly shed each piece of clothing, revealing a vulnerability that went beyond the physical, a trust he was placing in her hands.

Finally down to his underwear, Jonathan took a shallow breath, his gaze fixed on Y/n. The air between them felt charged, carrying a mix of vulnerability and trust. He stood there, exposed in both body and emotion, waiting for Y/n's response.

Jonathan averted his gaze, a veil of shame clouding his expression as Y/n observed him. The intensity of this feeling gnawed at him, an overwhelming disdain for his own physique. Regardless of his persistent efforts to bulk up or gain weight, his body resisted, leaving him with a frame that echoed the scrawny boy he once was, enduring the hardships inflicted by his great-grandmother. A past that haunted him.

The disdain deepened with the visibility of scars etched into his skin, each mark telling a painful story. Harsh beatings from his grandmother, cruel pranks from high school bullies, and the lasting consequences of crows attacking him in the church were all etched into his flesh. The transition into becoming the Scarecrow only intensified the scarring, leaving a roadmap of trauma on his body.

Recent encounters with the masked bat added another layer to this visual narrative. Though the caped crusader didn't endorse murder, Jonathan’s encounters with the vigilante resulted in brutal injuries, vividly displayed on his scar-laden body. The physical toll mirrored the internal struggle, a reflection of the haunting experiences that shaped him.

The expression on Y/n's face, from Jonathan's perspective, spoke volumes. In his eyes, he felt repulsively hideous; regret gnawed at him for baring his body to her. How could anyone want to be with something so wretched?

Contrary to his distorted perception, Y/n looked at him with a sense of awe. The fact that Jonathan trusted her enough to expose himself left her feeling a surge of love and adoration. She was profoundly proud of him for overcoming the vulnerability that must have accompanied such an act.

While Y/n acknowledged the scars that adorned his body, they held no weight in her eyes. The marks from past tormentors were irrelevant; what disturbed her were the fresh wounds, the aftermath of recent encounters with Batman. The injustice of such brutality infuriated her; the Dark Knight ought to pay for causing harm to a man who had already suffered so much.

Oddly, the sight of his body only deepened Y/n's attraction to Jonathan. She cherished the way he looked, not in spite of, but because it was uniquely his. In her eyes, he was hers, scars and all, and she wouldn't have him any other way.

Y/n gracefully rose from her seat and approached him. Meeting her gaze with a clenched jaw, Jonathan was taken aback as she reached him and kissed him unexpectedly. Her hands cupped the sides of his face, deepening the kiss. Jonathan surrendered to the embrace, enveloping her in his arms. Y/n's hand moved, her touch exploring every inch of him, leaving no spot untouched.

She sought to understand every part of him, to shower each detail with the love she believed it deserved. Breaking away from the kiss, she fixed her gaze deeply into his eyes, leaving him with a bewildered expression.

"You're beautiful," Y/n spoke.

Jonathan's heart momentarily ceased before resuming its heightened pace. Overwhelmed with gratitude and astonishment, he pulled her back into another kiss. This one reflected his appreciation and astonishment. Never before had anyone regarded him with such kindness, and never before had he received such profound love.

He drew back, his breaths coming in heavy gasps. "Y/n, I... I..." he struggled, searching for the right words. Frowning, he looked around as if hoping the words would materialize before him.

Y/n responded with a gentle smile, silencing him with a hushed. “Shhhh,” with her thumb, she tenderly smoothed out the frown lines between his eyebrows, a soothing gesture to calm his racing thoughts. "You don't have to say anything, Jonathan. You're my beautiful Scarecrow," she whispered, punctuating her words with a kiss on the hollow of his cheeks.

Jonathan closed his eyes and rested his head on her shoulder, finding solace in the embrace. Y/n couldn't help but smile, her arms enveloping his body. The delight of being able to hold him around places other than his neck filled her with joy.

"You've got such a pretty little waist," Y/n chuckled, her fingers delicately tracing along his waist, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake.

A blush crept onto Jonathan's face, but he tried to mask it with his own distraction. "And you have such a pretty little mouth," he teased, his finger gently gliding along her jaw. Tilting her head up, he leaned in to share a tender kiss.

He withdrew and fixed his gaze on her. "So...do I get to see your body?" Jonathan asked, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Y/n chuckled, playfully hitting his shoulder. "Wow! That's why you decided to show me, aye?"

Jonathan chuckled in response. "It was worth a shot," he admitted.

Y/n shook her head, smiling before taking a step back. He looked at her, releasing a shaky breath as he watched her remove her shirt and bottoms, leaving her in her underwear. Jonathan's gaze remained fixed, captivated by the sight of Y/n's body.

Despite any self-conscious feelings Y/n harboured about herself, the reverence in Jonathan's eyes made her feel like a goddess. "What? You gonna start worshipping me?" Y/n teased.

Jonathan sighed, playfully getting on his knees. "If I must."

Y/n gasped as she watched him kneel, running his fingers up her bare legs. He pressed kisses to her thighs, gently squeezing her flesh, creating an atmosphere charged with admiration and intimacy.

Jonathan, mesmerized by Y/n's presence, looked up at her with an admiring gaze. "You're absolutely stunning, Y/n. Every inch of you is a masterpiece," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine appreciation.

As he continued to run his fingers along her skin, he whispered, "Your body is a work of art which I do not wish to share. I could spend a lifetime exploring every curve, every line." Jonathan placed a gentle kiss on her stomach, revelling in the intimacy of the moment.

His fingers traced patterns on her skin. "I'm in awe of you, Y/n. You're like a goddess, and I'm honoured to worship at your feet." Jonathan's words held a sincerity that echoed his deep admiration for the woman before him.

Jonathan paused, looking up at Y/n with a playful glint in his eyes. "So, tell me, goddess, how may I continue to worship you?"

Y/n struggled to catch her breath, her usual encounter with Jonathan involved his sarcastic demeanour, and considering himself a higher being. Yet, at this moment, he was on his knees, worshipping her.

"Fuck. The best I could come up with was you got a pretty waist," Y/n quipped, a playful smile on her lips.

Y/n, still caught in the unexpected intimacy of the moment, couldn't resist reciprocating the gesture. "You know, Jonathan," she began with a teasing smile, "I never thought I'd see the day you'd be on your knees for someone."

She mirrored his position, dropping to her knees and meeting his eyes. Her hand tenderly cupped his face, tracing the contours with her fingertips. "But here we are," she continued, "and you deserve every bit of adoration you're getting."

Leaning in, Y/n pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, savouring the taste of the moment. Pulling back slightly, she whispered, "You're not just the Scarecrow. You're my Jonathan, and you're worth worshipping." Her thumb brushed against his cheek, emphasizing the sincerity in her words.

Jonathan’s face was heating up, but he didn’t want to lose his dignity just yet. “My speech was better..” he said.

Y/n shoved him back, he laughed and landed back on the rug. “You asshat!” Y/n laughed, flopping on top of him. “Good thing this isn’t a competition, you competitive bastard.” Y/n kissed him.

Jonathan enveloped Y/n's waist with his arms, savoring the sensation of holding her so intimately against his bare body. Now unburdened by the constraints of clothing, he felt a newfound freedom to express the depth of his emotions.

"Let's go to bed, yeah?" Y/n suggested, her eyes meeting Jonathan's.

He nodded, sitting up with Y/n still cradled in his arms. Jonathan gently guided them to the bed, deftly pulling the covers over their entwined forms. Wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence, they settled into a cocoon of shared intimacy.

After seeing Jonathan’s body in such a vulnerable state, Y/n's thoughts were consumed by the desire to have him completely. Though she knew she had to wait until they were home, the anticipation was driving her wild. The newfound openness to nudity had ignited a spark within her, making her yearn for him more than ever.

Feeling inspired, Y/n decided to visit a lingerie store nestled in the heart of Gotham. Uncertain of Jonathan's preferences, she opted for a classic yet enticing choice – a set in elegant black. Excitement bubbled within her as she perused the options, carefully selecting a few enticing pieces to surprise him later.

Anticipating Jonathan's return later in the day, Y/n planned to surprise him by preparing herself ahead of time. With a sense of urgency, she practically sprinted to the shower, relishing the idea of being fresh and clean for Jonathan. After the refreshing shower, she carefully adorned herself in the alluring black lingerie she had picked out earlier, wanting to create an enticing atmosphere for Jonathan's homecoming.

Y/n looked absolutely stunning in the black lace lingerie she was wearing, the elaborate underwear hugging her curves perfectly. The black lace moulded to her breast beautifully, letting the top of her breast slightly peak over. The lace was just modest enough to hide her nipples, but sheer enough to show off her skin underneath. The underwear sat beautifully on her ass, the lace laying against her tightly and showing off her gorgeous body. She looked like an angel, but she was doing anything but.

With eager anticipation, Y/n carefully pondered over the details of the upcoming encounter with Jonathan. Thoughts of whether he would prefer her to initiate or if he would take the lead occupied her mind. The uncertainty only fueled her excitement further, creating a delightful sense of nervousness that she hadn't experienced before.

As she lay on the bed, adorned in the sultry black lingerie, Y/n couldn't help but imagine the various ways their interaction might unfold. Would Jonathan want to slowly undress her, reveling in the details of each moment, or would he appreciate the boldness of her initiation?

Caught up in her contemplation, Y/n was suddenly jolted back to the present as the door to the warehouse swung open. The sound echoed through the room, signaling Jonathan's return and igniting a surge of both excitement and nervousness within her.

“Y/n? Are you home?” Y/n's heart raced as she heard Jonathan's voice echoing from below, his presence becoming more tangible with each passing second.

"Yeah! I'm home," she responded, her mind buzzing with anticipation as she tried to formulate a plan.

"I'll be at my desk if you need me," Jonathan's voice carried through the space.

Caught in the excitement, Y/n impulsively called out, "Wait!" She mentally kicked herself for the abruptness. "Uh... Don't you want to hang out with me, though?"

Her words hung in the air, a spontaneous invitation that she hoped would redirect Jonathan from his desk to their bedroom.

Jonathan's voice reached her ears, his words dampening her initial excitement. "You know, I'd like to hang out with you, but I have a lot to catch up on right now," he explained.

Determined not to let the opportunity slip away, Y/n took matters into her own hands. "Okay... Come up when you can," she replied, feeling a surge of boldness.

First, she pulled off her shirt, tossing it off the loft balcony. The distant sound of fabric hitting the floor was met with a brief silence. Y/n seized the moment, deciding to escalate her playful tease. Her bottoms followed suit, creating another echoing thud.

As the anticipation heightened, she heard the soft sound of Jonathan's footsteps making their way up the stairs. Y/n assumed her position on the bed, propped up on her elbows, ready to meet Jonathan's gaze. Her new lingerie adorned her figure, a visual cue waiting to capture his attention. The air in the room thickened with anticipation as Jonathan's approaching footsteps signaled the imminent connection.

Jonathan ascended the staircase, his gaze locked onto Y/n as if he had stumbled upon her body covered in lace. His sharp inhale was audible, portraying the intrigue in his expression. Y/n, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement, maintained eye contact, awaiting his response.

"Do you... like it?" she ventured, seeking affirmation.

Jonathan, seemingly entranced, dropped her discarded clothes onto the floor. Closing the distance, he approached the bed where Y/n lay. Without hesitation, he began to climb onto the bed, prompting a playful intervention from Y/n.

"Take your shoes off, Jonathan!" she insisted before he could settle in fully.

Rolling his eyes, Jonathan listened, pushing off his shoes with his feet in a nonchalant gesture. Once shoeless, he resumed his position, hovering over Y/n, his gaze fixed on her.

Y/n seized the moment, encouraging his touch. "Take your time, Jonathan," she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips. His hands, warm and gentle, started at her shoulders, tracing a tantalizing path down her body. Each caress sent shivers through her, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between them.

Jonathan's fingers delicately traced the intricate patterns of the lace, a thoughtful expression adorning his face. His words, steeped in genuine admiration, painted a vivid picture of his appreciation.

"You transcend beauty, Y/n," he murmured, his gaze never wavering from her form.

As his fingers continued their gentle exploration, he added, "In your vulnerability, I find strength. In your imperfections, I discover perfection. You are not just a sight to behold, you are a marvel that elicits awe and wonder. And to think, I get to share this moment with you, appreciating the extraordinary artistry that is you."

"Thank you, Jonathan," Y/n whispered, a mix of surprise and gratitude lingering in her voice.

Jonathan's words had caught her off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. She couldn't recall anyone ever expressing such admiration for her, and she found herself grappling with a mix of emotions. Before she could stammer out more, Jonathan seamlessly continued.

Jonathan's fingertips continued their exploration, tracing lines of admiration across Y/n's skin. As he gazed into her eyes, his words flowed with sincerity, a testament to the profound connection they shared.

"Y/n," he began, his voice low and reverent, "I may not believe in deities or divine forces, but in you, I find something truly extraordinary. It's not about worshiping some higher power; it's about acknowledging the sheer brilliance and beauty that exists in the tangible, the real."

His hands moved with purpose, fingers trailing down her arms and across her abdomen. "You are a masterpiece, a symphony of complexities that defy any preconceived notion of divinity. In your presence, I discover a profound sense of wonder, a recognition of the marvelous intricacies that make you uniquely, breathtakingly human."

Jonathan's gaze intensified, the passion in his words mirrored in his eyes. "I don't need gods or rituals to find the sacred, it's here, with you, in this moment. You are the poetry I never knew I craved, the embodiment of everything that makes life extraordinary. And I, in my own way, stand in awe of you."

Y/n's head spun, the weight of Jonathan's words leaving her feeling light-headed. She had never imagined deserving such praise. The paradox of Jonathan, a man rooted in logic and rationality, now worshipping her, added a surreal touch to the moment.

Kneeling above Y/n, Jonathan's eyes traced the contours of Y/n's form with a reverence that transcended spiritual boundaries. His hands, guided by a devotion that defied any higher power, explored her body with deliberate tenderness.

"Who knew the big bad Scarecrow would be one to worship," Y/n smirked.

"Well, even I cannot deny the presence of such a goddess," Jonathan said, his words causing Y/n's heart to swell with warmth.

As Jonathan sat up, he removed his blazer and woolen jumper. Y/n wasted no time pulling him into a passionate kiss. Jonathan, ever the gentleman, held one of Y/n's hands gently and guided it to his tie. A smile played on Y/n's lips as she loosened his tie, reveling in the intimate connection between them.

She pulled the tie from around his neck, enjoying the subtle shivers running through Jonathan's body. With the tie removed, her fingers moved with purpose to the buttons of his shirt. Each one undone felt like a step deeper into intimacy, and Jonathan's breath grew more unsteady with every button released.

As Y/n reached the last button, a swift motion followed, and she yanked the shirt off Jonathan's body. The fabric slipped away, revealing the intricate details of his physique. Jonathan's chest rose and fell with a mix of anticipation and desire, creating an unspoken connection between them.

Y/n rolled them over so that she now straddled Jonathan. Her fingers traced a deliberate path down his scarred chest, causing a shiver to ripple through his body. It was a sensation he'd never experienced before, someone genuinely appreciating his body. Few had seen his body, and none had regarded it with the reverence Y/n displayed.

"Such a pretty boy," Y/n murmured, leaning down to grace Jonathan's chest with kisses.

He surrendered, letting his head fall back onto the plush mattress beneath him. The vulnerability and beauty of the moment intertwined, creating an intimate dance between their bodies.

Y/n was sitting on Jonathan's lap, her body warm and inviting against his. She leaned in close, her lips just inches from his ear as she whispered, “I want you.”

Jonathan felt his heart race with excitement, his member growing hard in his pants. He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her, feeling her soft skin underneath the lace of her lingerie.

As Y/n leaned in closer, her hips grinding against his, Jonathan knew he couldn't resist any longer. He reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss, his hand moving down to squeeze her ass through the lace.

Y/n broke the kiss, sitting up and reaching for the button on Jonathan's pants. She smiled as she popped it open, sliding his underwear along with his trousers off and revealing his hard member. Y/n couldn't help but admire the sight of Jonathan's member, thick and hard in front of her. She grinned as she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it gently as she leaned in for another kiss.

Jonathan was panting into their kiss as Y/n stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure growing in his groin as he moaned into her mouth.

“Don’t tell me you’re already close,” Y/n teased.

Jonathan felt himself getting embarrassed as he felt his orgasm already building, his member twitching in Y/n's hand. He tried to pull away, but she held him close, her eyes burning with desire as she whispered, “Don't fight it.”

But Jonathan was determined not to cum yet. He pushed Y/n's hand away, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to resist the urge to explode. But as he looked into her eyes, filled with both passion and frustration, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. He reached out for Y/n, pulling her close as he whispered, “Ride me.”

Y/n was about to remove her underwear, but Jonathan stopped her with a grin.

“Leave them on,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “I like the way they look on you.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes bright with excitement as she moved up and down on his member, the lace of her underwear rubbing against his skin. Y/n moved her underwear to the side, baring her pussy for Jonathan's pleasure.

She leaned down, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, “Ready?”

Jonathan couldn't resist the urge to groan, his member twitching with anticipation as he nodded his approval. Y/n sank down onto Jonathan's dick, her body warm and wet around him. He groaned, his hands clenching into the sheets as he felt her tight muscles grip him, pulling him deeper inside.

Y/n began to ride Jonathan, she ground her hips against him. He couldn't resist the urge to grab her hips, pulling her close as he thrust up into her, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

Y/n moaned, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Fuck me, Jonathan.”

He couldn't resist the urge to groan, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up into her with a growl.

“You want it?” he whispered back, his voice rough with desire.

Jonathan groaned, his member twitching with anticipation as he thrust up into her. Y/n cried out, her body arching back against him as she pushed down onto his member, their bodies moving together in a rhythm of pure passion.

Y/n's eyes were bright with excitement as she looked down at him, her chest heaving with each breath.

“Fuck me harder,” she whispered, her voice raw with desire.

And with that, Jonathan knew he couldn't hold back any longer. Jonathan flipped the two of them over, his member still buried deep inside her. He moved his hands up to hold her waist, his breath coming in short gasps as he thrust into her from behind, their hips moving in a frantic rhythm.

Y/n watched in awe as Jonathan fucked her in missionary, his member pumping in and out of her. She couldn't help but admire the sight of him, his muscles tense and defined as he moved above her, his eyes burning with desire.

Jonathan groaned, his member pulsing with excitement as he whispered, “You feel so good.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes bright with excitement as she reached up to grab his face, pulling him down for a kiss.

Y/n kissed Jonathan's neck, her lips moving up to his ear as she whispered, “Dr. Crane.”

He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up into her with a growl, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as they moved together in a frenzy of passion.

Jonathan moved up to kiss Y/n, his member pumping in and out of her with a steady rhythm. He couldn't resist the urge to worship her, his lips moving down her body as he kissed and nippled at her skin, the sound of her breath coming in short gasps filling the room.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty little patient.” Jonathan kissed Y/n’s cheek.

Y/n and Jonathan were both nearing their orgasm, their bodies moving together frantically. Their breath came in short gasps, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as they moved together towards the brink.

Jonathan looked down at Y/n, his member pulsing with excitement as he whispered, “Come for me.”

Y/n cried out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her breath came rapidly, her inner muscles pulsing around him as she came to her ultimate release. With Y/n’s orgasm, Jonathan could barely hold back. He squirted is cum deep inside of Y/n’s cunt, filling her hot cavern.

Jonathan sighed, his lips finding the soft expanse of Y/n's forehead, leaving a lingering sweetness in the air. With a gentle ease, he settled down beside her, drawing her delicate form into the comforting embrace of his arms. The world outside seemed to fade away as the warmth between them created a sanctuary, and for a moment, time stood still.

Y/n's smile radiated in the aftermath, their bodies glistening with the shared exertion. "So... how about we indulge in the bath together this time?" she proposed, a playful glint in her eyes.

"That sounds absolutely perfect, my Dear," Jonathan replied.

Jonathan's arms, held Y/n securely as he lifted her off the bed and descent down the stairs. Each step taken with a deliberate grace, he seemed to effortlessly carry her weight. As he entered the bathroom, the light played on the contours of their entwined bodies.

Once in the bathroom, he lowered Y/n down on the edge of the bath. Their eyes locked, sharing an unspoken connection that spoke volumes. The room filled with a gentle hum as he turned on the faucet, the water slowly filling the bath.

Jonathan, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, his fingers traced the edges of Y/n's lingerie, hooking onto the fabric delicately. The room was filled with the soft echoes of water, the ambiance saturated with an intimate warmth.

As his hands began to peel away the lace and silk that adorned Y/n's body, a silent exchange of sensations unfolded. Each gentle movement, deliberate and unhurried, spoke volumes about the connection they shared. Y/n's skin, now exposed to the ambient glow of the bathroom, seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

Jonathan adjusted the temperature, holding his hand under the stream, testing the temperature. The inviting warmth of the water welcomed them as Jonathan carefully lowered Y/n into the bath, their bodies meeting the comforting embrace of the liquid sanctuary. He followed, seamlessly joining her in the tranquil pool. The water rippled gently, mirroring the serenity that enveloped the room.

As Y/n settled back against Jonathan's chest, the warmth of the bath enveloping them. The steam from the water curled around them, creating an intimate atmosphere that mirrored the connection they shared.

“You like the bath?” Y/n asked.

“I do, I like it very much. Such a handy little thing you are,” Jonathan said.

Jonathan's lips found solace on her temple, planting a tender kiss that echoed the affection between them. Y/n, in her attempt to find a more comfortable position, earned a groan of protest from Jonathan.

"Easy there," he teased, holding her securely around the waist. Y/n laughed, the sound echoing in the bathroom, mingling with the gentle flow of water.

"It hasn't even been 5 minutes!" she exclaimed, enjoying the playful banter.

"Well, it doesn't have to be with you," Jonathan murmured, his grip tightening slightly, the subtle embrace reflecting a silent promise of closeness in every moment they shared.

Y/n teasingly rubbed her ass against Jonathan's hard dick, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the man beneath her. Y/n couldn't help but laugh as she watched the effect she was having on Jonathan. His moans of pleasure only turned her on more.

Jonathan couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Y/n's hips and held her still, his voice strained. “Stop teasing me.”

“Fine, I won’t tease you!” Y/n said.

Y/n's hand curled around the base of Jonathan's dick, guiding it inside her slick pussy. He had no time to think before her was inside of her again, his head falling back. He felt his cock slide past her tight entrance and into the warmth that awaited him. She was so wet, and he could feel how much she wanted him as he thrust up into her.

Y/n's grip on the side of the bath tightened as she rode Jonathan, her hips moving in a smooth motion that drove him wild. He couldn't get enough of the feeling of her body sliding up and down his dick.

Jonathan couldn't help but tease Y/n as she rode him. “You're so horny, fucking me in the bath” he said, his voice thick with lust.

Y/n grinned as she looked down at Jonathan, his face flushed with pleasure. “Don't complain,” she said playfully. 'You're the one getting to fucking me.'

Y/n was right. It was Jonathan who couldn't get enough of her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her with a ferocity that left them both panting. She could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge.

The water in the bath was splashing around them, creating a sense of intimacy that only added to the heat of the moment. They moved together as one, their bodies twisting and turning in a dance of pleasure.

Jonathan couldn't resist the urge to kiss Y/n's back. He moved her hair aside, his lips trailing along her spine and up to her shoulder blade as she bounced on his dick. Y/n couldn't help but shiver as Jonathan's lips left a trail of fire along her skin.

Jonathan couldn't help but growl as he felt Y/n's tight pussy clench around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into her ear.

Y/n couldn't help but moan as she felt Jonathan's words shoot straight to her core. She tightened around him, her body demanding more of the intense pleasure he was giving her.

Jonathan couldn't help but feel his cock pulse with excitement as he felt Y/n's body clench around him. He knew he was close, and the thought of how good it would feel to come inside her only made him move faster.

Y/n couldn't resist the urge to tease Jonathan. “Come for me, Dr. Crane” she purred, her voice low and sultry.

Jonathan couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his cock jerk violently as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure as he emptied himself inside Y/n. His cum filled her walls as her cunt squeezed every last drop out of her.

Jonathan couldn't resist the urge to make Y/n feel even better. He moved his hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit with a gentle but firm pressure that made her gasp and moan. Y/n's body tightened around Jonathan as she felt the first waves of pleasure wash over her. She cried out his name, her voice filled with ecstasy.

Y/n's breaths lingered in the steam-filled air as she reclined against Jonathan in the warm bath. The ripples of water played a delicate symphony around them, echoing the harmonious cadence of their intertwined bodies.

Jonathan, ever the gentleman, pressed a tender kiss onto Y/n's shoulder, savoring the closeness between them. As Y/n pulled his dick out of her, watching as his cum too came out with it.

Y/n couldn't resist a cheeky comment, "Mhmm, I love bathing in cum water!" she exclaimed, playfully splashing the remnants of their shared experience.

Jonathan's expression tightened slightly. "Don't say that, that's disgusting," he spoke gently, attempting to maintain his composed demeanor.

"You were thinking it!" Y/n retorted with a mischievous grin, her playful banter dancing through the steam.

"I can assure you, I most definitely was not," Jonathan asserted, a subtle smirk betraying a trace of amusement beneath his composed exterior.

Y/n chuckled, her laughter echoing in the intimate space. "Let's get out now, before I lose control again," she suggested with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Jonathan nodded in agreement, his patience still intact. He patiently waited for Y/n to stand up first, a gesture of chivalry that spoke volumes about his nature. Once she was on her feet, he rose from the bath as well, extending a hand to assist her in stepping out, her legs weak from their intimate moment. The quiet tenderness between them lingered in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of the deeper connection they were exploring.

Jonathan wrapped a plush towel around Y/n's body, the soft fabric clinging to her curves. The air was thick with a mixture of steam and the sweet afterglow of their shared bath. With a gentle touch, he began to rub her arms, the towel absorbing the remaining droplets from her skin. Y/n couldn't help but giggle at the tender moment, feeling Jonathan's careful attention.

Suddenly, with a playful turn, she faced him, her eyes sparkling. She grabbed another towel and, to his surprise, started helping him dry down. His eyes widened at the unexpected gesture, a hint of vulnerability touching his expression. In that moment, their laughter mingled, creating a melody that resonated with the newfound intimacy between them.

In the bathroom, Jonathan experienced an unusual warmth within himself. Y/n had achieved the seemingly impossible, making Jonathan Crane feel cared for and, dare he admit it, beautiful. The residue of the bathwater clung to their skin as they made their way back upstairs, unencumbered by the weight of clothing.

Lying in bed, their naked forms tucked beneath the covers, they faced each other, their eyes locked in a silent exchange. Y/n wore an infectious smile that seemed to radiate joy.

Jonathan, curious about the source of her happiness, asked, “Why are you smiling so much?”

The laughter bubbled from Y/n as she replied, “Because... I’m happy.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes and pressed further, “I get that much, but what has you so happy?”

Her answer was simple yet profound, “You trust me…”

As the words hung in the air, Jonathan allowed the realization to settle within him. Yes, he did trust her. In that moment, Y/n had succeeded where others had failed, creating a space where Jonathan could be comfortable in his own skin. Moved by the significance of the moment, he kissed her forehead, silently expressing gratitude for the newfound connection.

“Go to sleep, my Dear,” Jonathan whispered, his voice a gentle caress.

Y/n nodded, allowing her eyes to drift shut. In the quiet embrace of the room, she inched closer to Jonathan, seeking the reassuring warmth of his presence. His breath caught momentarily, a subtle reaction to the newfound closeness, before steadying again. It was a moment of vulnerability for Jonathan Crane, a man more accustomed to fear than comfort.

He felt safe. For once in his life, he was encircled by a sense of security in the company of another person. As the night enveloped them, Jonathan held her close, his protective embrace a silent promise. Their breathing synchronized, and in the cocoon of each other's arms, they succumbed to the gentle pull of sleep.

A/N: So proof reading this, I noticed I repeated a lot of things, but decided to ignore them 💀 because it really doesn't matter and doesn't change much of the story. I took a LOT of breaks between writing so forgot what I had written and just continued blindly.

I made Jonathan insecure and shit because I was basing him mostly off himself in the comics rather than Cillian Murphy, although, I use him for like everything else. I just love comic book!Jonathan Crane.

I hoped you enjoyed this part and look forward to the next part, whenever that might be. 💚

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Wrapped around my finger (Sebastian Sallow x F!MC) WARNING: HARD SMUT

Summary: MC is currently in their seventh year, but during her fifth year, she made the fateful decision to betray Sebastian by turning him in. Now, it appears that he has managed to escape from Azkaban and has returned, seeking revenge. Will he make her pay for her betrayal, or is there another twist in store?

So yeah... I'm jus going to leave this here... Have a nice day <3

This one shot contains: bondage, a little too much of noncon, biting, fingering, p in v sex, spanking, choking, and a very dom sebby, use of the imperious curse for sexual intentions

ALL UNDERAGE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!

Word count: 10,455

I'm sorry if you see a few mistakes on the writing, English is not my first language

enjoy

Finally, after an extensive period of time, she had achieved mastery over her ancient magic, utilizing it to bring to life things that had once only resided within the confines of her imagination. Occasionally, she would venture to Hogsmeade, offering assistance to fellow witches and wizards in need. Her sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts were occupied with numerous responsibilities, as her professors were well aware of her exceptional abilities, and her classmates held her in high regard. Her proficiency in ancient and fundamental magic far surpassed her years.

The chilly autumn breeze tapped gently on the windows of the Gryffindor tower. It had already grown quite late, well past curfew. She found herself sprawled atop the large couch, positioned in front of the roaring fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Her eyes remained closed, her face serene, while the dancing flames above her silhouette illuminated the room. Despite being the coldest of nights, the Gryffindor common room always exuded a warmth and coziness that she found irresistible. Although she had the option to utilize the Room of Requirement at any time, she couldn't resist the homely embrace of those walls and rugs surrounding her. A book rested upon her chest, rising and falling gently with her calm breaths, as she lay on her back.

Suddenly, her tranquility was disrupted by faint, rapid knocking sounds. She let out a groan and grasped the pillow beneath her head, covering her face with a wearied expression. This was her way of indicating to the prefects and head boys and girls that she desired peace and rest. She was well aware that it was late, but the comfort of the common room couch was too enticing. It was as if the couch would beg her not to depart whenever she attempted to rise, whispering, "Wait! Don't leave me! Let me embrace you a while longer!" A small smirk escaped her lips as she imagined the couch pleading for her company.

However, the knocking sounds persisted, quick and persistent, causing her to realize that this interruption might not be the work of a prefect or another student in the common room. She removed the plush pillow from her face and sought the source of the knocking. A cry from an owl drew her attention to one of the windows, where a black owl with golden eyes peered at her from outside the glass. She narrowed her gaze at the creature and approached the window, her expression marked with confusion.

With a swift flick of her wand, the window opened on its own, and the owl promptly flew into the common room. The girl could sense the bird's relief as its feathers were enveloped by the room's warmth. It perched itself on a small table filled with books and quills, fixing its gaze upon her. As the creature emitted a soft sigh, she noticed a message secured to one of its legs. She carefully took hold of the letter with one hand, while her other hand gently stroked the owl's black feathers. She attempted to open the letter, but it eluded her grasp, evading her every attempt. She let out a sigh, realizing that this was not the time for such games. Surely, it was Everett, attempting to prank her with bewitched letters. She seized the letter once more and directed her wand toward it. "Finite," she whispered, and the letter ceased its struggle against her grip.

Taking a seat beside the owl, she acknowledged that Everett had never employed a black owl to send her anything. In fact, none of her friends had ever done so. This newfound avian acquaintance was entirely unfamiliar to her. She peered at the owl while it groomed its feathers, a smirk appearing on her face. "Who has sent you, little one?" she inquired, receiving a faint howl hoot in response. She fixed her gaze on the letter, sensing a familiar aura and recalling memories from her fifth year.

A sigh escaped her lips as she reminisced about a missing presence among her friends. Sebastian Sallow, the Slytherin boy who had taught her the unforgivable curses, now resided in Azkaban. She and Ominis had made the difficult decision to turn him in—an action that had cost her a friend, someone with immense potential who had succumbed to the allure of dark magic and his own impulsive nature.

The echoes of Sebastian's screams lingered vividly in her mind.

"You both will regret this!" Sebastian's voice reverberated as he struggled against the aurors holding him in place. "I will come back, and I'll make you pay!" he bellowed, his voice strained. Ominis paid him no heed, refusing to even look in his direction. As for her, she locked eyes with Sebastian, witnessing nothing but rage and hatred burning in his brown orbs. "Especially you… I'm going to come back and make you—" Before he could finish his threat, an auror silenced him, and both he and Sebastian vanished from her sight.

She could have shed a few tears, but they never came. She knew that Sebastian's obsession with his research had put his best friend in danger. And considering she had known him for only a few months before he began to push her toward the dark arts…

No, he hadn't forced her into anything.

A gasp escaped her lips as a realization struck her. Throughout all the missions and perilous adventures, she could have said "No," avoiding all the troubles. Sebastian had never coerced her; he had merely extended invitations. It was her insatiable curiosity that had propelled her forward.

Shaking her head, she brushed aside those thoughts. The past was the past, after all. She shifted her focus to the letter and finally opened it. The paper was neat and the handwriting instantly recognizable.

"We must talk right now. Meet me in the Room of Requirement. Sebastian has escaped from Azkaban."

-Ominis

Overwhelmed by the contents of the letter, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity swelled within her. Sebastian's escape from Azkaban was a shocking revelation—one that ignited a cascade of unanswered questions in her mind. Why had he escaped? What did Ominis want to discuss? What role did she have to play in all of this? And why meeting her in the Room of Requirement instead of the Undercroft?

The flickering flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, heightening the sense of uncertainty. She glanced at the black owl perched on the table, as if seeking guidance from the enigmatic creature. With a determined nod, she made up her mind. She couldn't ignore the call to action, the opportunity to confront the past and find closure.

Standing up, she gently patted the owl on its feathers before retrieving a cloak from the nearby hook. Wrapping it around herself, she concealed her identity and intentions as she ventured into the castle corridors. Each step carried her closer to the Room of Requirement, her mind racing with anticipation and a touch of trepidation.

The castle was eerily silent as she navigated the hidden passages, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone walls. Memories of past encounters with Sebastian flooded her thoughts. The dark arts, forbidden curses, and the inner turmoil he had instigated—each recollection reminded her of the price they had all paid for their choices.

Finally, she reached the seventh-floor corridor and approached the barren stretch of wall concealing the entrance to the Room of Requirement. Taking a deep breath, she focused on her intent, picturing the room she desired—the place where she would meet Ominis.

As if responding to her thoughts, the concealed door materialized before her, revealing the mysterious chamber within. Pushing it open, she stepped into the room. This time, the room manifested as a study, dimly lit with shelves lined with ancient tomes and parchment scrolls.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the room before her. It bore no resemblance to her expectations. Gone was the familiar space she had envisioned, replaced by a chilling darkness that sent shivers down her spine. A sense of unease settled over her, freezing her in place. Before she could react, the door behind her slammed shut and vanished, trapping her inside.

"Ominis?" Her voice trembled with nervous anticipation, reverberating through the empty room. Her footsteps echoed, the only sound in the oppressive silence. In the center of the room stood a solitary table, devoid of any other objects. Her hand instinctively reached for her wand as Ominis' voice remained absent. She felt a surge of relief that she hadn't changed her attire before leaving the common room.

"Everett… Garreth… If this is another prank, I swear I'll unleash Rictusempra on both of you until you beg me to stop," she declared, her tone attempting to sound mature and intimidating. However, her words hung unanswered in the air, intensifying her growing unease. A few seconds passed, and a shiver raced down her spine as she sensed a presence behind her. A soft chuckle filled the room, causing her bravery to waver. She recognized that mocking, raspy voice instantly, even if it had matured over time.

"You…" Her words faltered, barely escaping her lips. "How did you…?"

"Escape?" The voice interjected, cutting her off. "I can't reveal all my secrets now, can I?" A mix of nostalgia and fear washed over her, leaving her frustrated. Finally gathering the courage to face him, she turned around, taking a few steps back, ready for any unforeseen actions. "Sebastian, where is Ominis?" she demanded, her voice laced with a threatening undertone.

Sebastian didn't answer immediately, his gaze locked onto hers. He looked almost the same, albeit taller than the last time she saw him. His expression remained neutral, his hair still disheveled. His unwavering gaze reminded her of the threats he had once made before the Aurors apprehended him.

"He is fine," he stated bluntly, his tone devoid of emotion. Her eyebrow arched in response. Sebastian chuckled, sighing as he shook his head. "I realized his family is punishment enough for him," he continued. She frowned at his words. "Allowing him to live, tortured by his family, is a more fitting fate than ending his misery with a quick death," he added in a cruel, detached tone. Relief washed over her; it seemed Sebastian was unaware that Ominis had reconciled with his family. At least he was safe.

However, she now realized that she herself was in great danger. Trapped alone with Sebastian in the Room of Requirement, which seemed unresponsive to her needs, it became evident that Sebastian's desires held greater sway over the room.

"Go on," he challenged, his arms crossed over his chest, his unwavering gaze fixed on her. There was no hint of a smile or his usual cocky smirk, only an expectant look. "I highly doubt the room listens to you anymore," he finally remarked. She shot him a defiant and enraged glare. "That's not how it works," she retorted. He shrugged, remaining motionless.

She wanted to demand what he wanted from her, but the answer seemed painfully obvious. Instead, she managed to ask, "Are you going to kill me?" Sebastian's expression shifted from neutral to one of intrigue, reminiscent of how he used to look at her during their first Herbology class, when Professor Garlick introduced her. He began to pace the room, his steps measured and deliberate, his eyes locked onto her. "No," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

Her relief was short-lived, for it was clear he had more to say. Sebastian retrieved his wand, deftly performing intricate wand movements as he advanced slowly toward her. "I want to torment you," he whispered, his words sending a chill down her spine. "I want to make you weep," he continued, taking another step closer. The room seemed to grow colder with each passing moment. "I want to hear you scream."

She tightened her grip on her wand, her apprehension mounting as Sebastian closed the distance between them. The atmosphere was thick with tension. "Then go ahead," she whispered defiantly, turning to face him with a challenging expression. "If you want to use the Cruciatus Curse on me, go ahead. I won't--"

"But I haven't finished," he interrupted, his voice rising above hers, halting her words in their tracks. "What would Professor Fig say if he knew what a spoiled girl you've become?" His words were laced with anger, but he quickly composed himself. Her fury intensified as he mentioned Professor Fig, as if he knew anything about her conflict with Ranrok.

"Regardless," he continued, his tone returning to its previous calmness, "as I was saying…"

"Expelliarmus!" she screamed, her wand pointed directly at him. In an instant, his grip on his wand weakened, yet it didn't flew off his hand. Sebastian's expression transformed from surprise to serene, a small smirk playing upon his lips as he nodded subtly from side to side. "Are you going to let me finish?"

"Sebastian, you have ten seconds to leave this room, leave Hogwarts, and leave me alone," she yelled at him, her fury drowning out his question. Sebastian leaned against a wall, his body relaxed as he smiled at her. "Or else?" he inquired, his old cocky smirk returning, as if he held the upper hand.

"You may not have the guts to kill me--"

"But I had the guts to turn you in, and I can do it again," she interjected. Sebastian's smirk vanished, his mind seemingly grasping the gravity of the situation. "Indeed… you did," he conceded, his voice now a low, whispered admission.

Sebastian's admission hung in the air, the tension between them palpable. Their eyes locked, each trying to gauge the other's next move. The room seemed to close in on them, amplifying their confrontation.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her—anger, fear, and a sliver of doubt. As much as she despised Sebastian, there was a part of her that remembered their shared past, the moments of camaraderie and laughter before everything went awry. But those memories were overshadowed by the darkness that consumed him, the cruelty he had shown. She couldn't let sentimentality cloud her judgment now.

With a resolute expression, she took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Sebastian, you're walking down a dangerous path," she warned, her voice carrying a mix of concern and determination. "Whatever twisted sense of justice you think you're pursuing, it won't lead you to anything but more pain."

Sebastian's face contorted into a bitter smile. "Pain is what I've come to embrace," he retorted, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've endured." His gaze hardened, reflecting the turmoil within him. "But you will."

A surge of defiance coursed through her veins. She couldn't let him break her spirit, not after everything she had fought for. "I won't be a pawn in your game, Sebastian," she declared firmly, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her.

Sebastian's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and admiration. A hint of the old spark that used to exist between them seemed to resurface for a brief moment. "Very well," he conceded, a glimmer of respect in his gaze. "Let's see if you're as formidable as they say."

The room crackled with an electric intensity as they circled each other, their wands raised in anticipation. Spells flew through the air, clashing with bursts of vibrant colors, filling the room with flashes of light. Each parry and countermove showcased their skill and determination. It was a battle of wills, a clash of two former allies turned adversaries.

Despite her best efforts, she found herself gradually being pushed on the defensive. Sebastian's prowess was formidable, his every strike precise and calculated. His determination to break her was evident in each spell he cast. She fought back with every ounce of strength she possessed, refusing to yield.

As the intensity of the duel reached its crescendo, a sudden surge of power emanated from Sebastian. His eyes gleamed with a malevolent glint as he unleashed a spell she had never encountered before. A dark energy crackled around him, swirling and twisting like a vortex of shadows.

Time seemed to slow as the spell raced toward her. Instinctively, she tried to conjure a protective shield, but it was too late. The spell struck her with a force that sent her sprawling backward, her body crashing against the cold, unforgiving stone.

Pain seared through her, each nerve screaming in protest. She struggled to regain her footing, her vision swimming with a mixture of pain and determination. Gasping for breath, she glared at Sebastian, her voice barely a whisper. "You… won't… break me."

Sebastian's eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and regret. His wand remained pointed at her, his grip unyielding. "We shall see," he hissed, the words carrying a chilling finality.

As darkness closed in on her consciousness, she fought to stay awake, clinging to the last vestiges of her strength. She vowed to herself.

Summoning her inner resolve, she tapped into the depths of her being, drawing upon the ancient magic that flowed through her veins. A surge of raw power emanated from her, swirling around her in a dazzling display of ethereal energy. It crackled and danced with an intensity that even Sebastian couldn't help but be momentarily taken aback.

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a torrent of ancient magic toward Sebastian. The force of the spell sent him hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby wall. But as the dust settled, he emerged, his expression twisted with a mixture of fury and determination.

Sebastian gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. He had anticipated her hidden well of power, and he knew he needed to neutralize it if he stood a chance of overpowering her. Drawing upon his own knowledge of dark arts, he began to weave a complex counter-spell, designed to disrupt and freeze the ancient magic coursing through her.

The air crackled with an intense clash of energies as Sebastian's dark counter-spell collided with her ancient magic. Sparks flew, casting an otherworldly glow across the room. She fought with every ounce of strength she possessed, trying to maintain control, but Sebastian's spell was relentless, seeking to bind and suppress her power.

Slowly, inexorably, her ancient magic began to falter. Its vibrant radiance dimmed, flickering like a dying flame. The weight of defeat settled upon her shoulders as she realized her efforts were in vain. Sebastian had found a way to subdue her most potent weapon.

With a surge of desperation, she launched one final, desperate attack, aiming to catch Sebastian off guard. But he was prepared, sidestepping her spell with an almost effortless grace. In that moment, her energy depleted, her defenses shattered, she knew she had been outmatched.

Time seemed to stand still as Sebastian closed in on her, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "You fought well," he sneered, his voice laced with a mixture of triumph and derision. "But in the end, your ancient magic was no match for my cunning."

Her body trembled with exhaustion, her muscles refusing to obey her commands. She tried to summon a defiant retort, but her voice came out as nothing more than a strained whisper. The cold, unforgiving stone floor beneath her became her final resting place as Sebastian stood over her, his victory assured.

As darkness enveloped her, she couldn't help but wonder where it had all gone wrong. How had Sebastian, her once-trusted friend, fallen so far? And what would become of her now, trapped in his clutches?

Her breath caught in her throat as she observed him drawing nearer, the shadows deepening around them. The weight of the situation bore down upon her, suffocating her hopes. Sebastian's countenance remained impassive, a mask of indifference, until a sly grin etched itself upon his face, mirroring the twisted dance of shadows. She passed out.

A surge of consciousness flooded her senses, and her eyes fluttered open. Gone was the comforting embrace of the common room couch, and the cold stone floor of the Room of Requirement. She found herself sprawled upon a table at the heart of the room, its hard surface chilling her to the bone. Her desperate search for her wand was interrupted by a haunting whistle that sliced through the air, directing her attention to Sebastian. He stood a few paces away, toying with her wand, manipulating it with a deftness that mirrored his sinister intentions.

Rising with a mixture of defiance and fury, she longed to confront him, to unleash her pent-up anger with a well-aimed blow. Yet, an insidious force seemed to tether her to the table, an invisible chain constricting her movements. Sebastian's voice, dripping with both amusement and malice, cut through the silence, prodding her discomfort. His gaze lingered upon her attire. Reflexively, she tugged at her shirt, only to discover the metallic links of a chain encircling her waist. Attempting to grasp it, her fingertips passed through the ethereal barrier, the physical and the intangible locked in an unsettling dissonance. "What have you done to me, Sebastian?" she demanded, her voice teetering on the edge of desperation.

Sebastian silenced her with a mere gesture, his voice a hushed admonishment. "Hush now... I merely sought to ensure that you couldn't rely on your ancient magic to extricate yourself from this predicament." Her feet found the ground once more, each step carrying her farther away from him. A profound emptiness settled within her, her magical essence snuffed out like a flickering flame in a gust of wind. The scene played out before her like a cruel mockery, for even if her wand were within reach, it would be an impotent tool against his malevolence.

"Stay away from me," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. She retreated further, his hand quickly relinquishing its grip on her wand, casting it into the abyssal darkness. "Why bother stifling my magic? The Cruciatus Curse alone would have sufficed to--" Once again, his laughter severed her words, an icy reminder of her powerlessness.

Sebastian's laughter echoed through the room, resonating with a chilling malevolence. It reverberated within her, fueling a mix of frustration and anger that threatened to consume her. She watched him, her eyes burning with a fiery determination despite the shackles that held her magic captive.

"Oh, my dear," Sebastian taunted, his voice laced with wicked delight. "Do you truly think I would rely on such a mundane curse to break you? No, no, I have something much more exquisite in mind." He approached her with a calculated stride, relishing the power he held over her.

Her heart pounded within her chest, a defiant rhythm that matched her unyielding spirit. She knew she had to find another way, a way to outsmart him, to break free from his clutches. Her mind raced, searching for a solution amidst the encroaching darkness.

"You see," he continued, his voice dripping with sinister amusement, "I have spent years studying dark magic, delving into ancient secrets that most wizards fear to touch. And now, my dear, I have discovered a method to suppress even the most formidable of magical abilities."

Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of defiance igniting within her. She refused to accept defeat, even in the face of overwhelming odds. With a surge of determination, she called upon her innate resilience, drawing upon the reservoirs of her ancient magic that remained dormant within her.

As she channeled her energy, a faint glow enveloped her body, like a shimmering shield against the darkness that threatened to consume her. She extended her hand, a torrent of raw power surging forth, aimed directly at Sebastian. But to her dismay, her magic dissipated into thin air before it could reach him, as if swallowed by an unseen force.

Sebastian's laughter intensified, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Did you truly believe it would be that easy? Did you think your ancient magic could overpower me?" His tone dripped with disdain, reveling in her futile attempt.

Defiance turned to frustration, frustration to desperation. She needed to find a weakness, a flaw in his plan. Her mind raced, piecing together fragments of knowledge, memories of ancient texts and forgotten spells. And then it hit her—a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

She closed her eyes, shutting out the world around her. Focusing her thoughts, she tapped into the deepest recesses of her being, drawing upon a forgotten incantation whispered by long-lost ancestors. The words formed on her lips, infused with a resolute determination.

The room trembled as her incantation reverberated through the air. A surge of energy pulsed from her, rippling outward in a wave of raw power. The chains that bound her magic quivered, their ethereal hold weakening with each passing moment.

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise, his smug facade crumbling. He stumbled backward, momentarily disoriented by the force of her counterattack. The tables had turned, if only for a fleeting moment.

Sensing an opportunity, she seized the chance to act. Summoning every ounce of strength and willpower, she lunged forward, aiming to reclaim her wand and regain control over her destiny. But just as her fingertips grazed the hilt, a surge of dark energy emanated from Sebastian.

A wicked smile curled upon his lips as he pointed his wand at her, uttered a single word—a word that held unimaginable power.

"Imperio."

The air grew heavy with malevolence, and an invisible force seized hold of her, forcing her body to freeze in place. Her eyes suddenly now glowing when the spell hit her body, feeling a weird peace embracing her body.

Sebastian let out a frustrated sigh. "Surely, you have many tricks up your sleeve," he said, stopping right behind her. His head was now placed on top of her shoulder, his breathing touching her ear as he spoke. "But I also know a few old tricks."

Meanwhile, in her mind, she couldn't understand how, even under the Imperius curse, she was able to notice everything around her. However, she couldn't control her body anymore, only the warm and threatening breath of Sebastian on her ear. The sensation was too good, yet it felt so wrong. The spell gave her a peaceful sensation, while her conscience made her fear her surroundings. Her body wasn't hers anymore, but at least she still had her mind.

"Look at me," he demanded in a raspy voice. She slowly turned around to see him, her eyes shining with the curse upon herself. Sebastian smiled, but this was different from any other smile he had made before. It was a victorious smile, a dominant one.

"Sebastian," she managed to whisper. He placed a hand on her cheek, slowly rubbing his thumb on her face. She wanted to move away, but she couldn't. "What are you going to do to me?" His expression changed when she asked that question. She couldn't sense his plans now.

"Get back to the table," he demanded, but she fought the spell. Her body insisted on moving. "No," she said, giving the answer she should have given him three years ago on their first adventure. But suddenly, she was caught by Sebastian's hand around her throat, squeezing it just a little. "Get back to the table," he repeated slowly to her. Her body moved towards the table, and she sat on top of it.

She gasped for air as Sebastian let go of her throat, his hand now gently rubbing the spot where he had just held her. "You don't have a choice in this," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her mind. "I'll never be yours," she spat out, her eyes flashing with defiance.

Sebastian's grip tightened on her arm. "You'll learn to obey me," he said, his eyes glinting with a cruel light. "Or you'll suffer the consequences."

She gritted her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her afraid. "I'll never obey you," she said, her voice trembling with anger.

Sebastian chuckled darkly. "We'll see about that," he said. "For now, I have other plans for you."

He pushed her down onto the table, her body splayed out before him. She tried to resist, but the imperius curse was too strong. She was powerless to stop him as he began to trace his fingers over her body, starting on her chest and then move slowly down her belly. A cruel smile appeared on his lips.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensations, but it was no use. She was trapped, a prisoner in her own body, forced to endure Sebastian's unwanted advances.

He had her trapped, pinned against the table, his arms forming a barricade on either side of her trembling body. She fought to maintain her composure, her legs pressed tightly together, attempting to create a barrier against his advances. But his persistence was unyielding.

Leaning in, he traced a path with his lips, trailing delicate kisses along the warm skin of her neck to her chin. Each touch sent ripples of sensation through her, causing her to writhe involuntarily. His arrogant chuckle reverberated against her now sensitized flesh, stoking the fire of desire within her.

Sebastian, attuned to her body's reactions, swiftly discerned her feeble attempt at resistance. With a knowing smirk, he remedied the situation without the need for his hands. "Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice a velvet rasp against her heck, close to her ear. In response, her traitorous body obeyed, granting him access to the intimate space between her thighs. The room filled with the sounds of their mingled breaths and her whispered whimpers.

"Sebastian…" she pleaded once more, her voice a plea tinged with a mixture of desperation and hope. Her words hung in the air as his fingers traced a tantalizing path along her waist, descending down her leg, making her gasp at his touch. The fabric of her skirt, a cruel accomplice to her misfortune, offered little resistance as his finger tips journeyed toward her bare skin. Each inch of progress elicited a shudder and a sigh from her quivering form.

A feigned concern danced in his eyes as he feigned ignorance to her escalating arousal. "What's the matter?" he inquired, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Is it too overwhelming for you already?" he whispered into her ear, his breath teasing against her delicate lobe. Her breaths grew louder, more ragged. He invoked her name, a calculated maneuver to reclaim her attention. "I asked you a question," he murmured, his thumb grazing her exposed skin with a painfully slow deliberation. She instinctively turned her face away, seeking to evade his proximity, while simultaneously responding to his inquiry with a voice laced with a unique blend of longing and protest. It was a tone that only fueled Sebastian's sadistic pleasure, coaxing a wicked smile to form on his lips.

"I cannot… please," she implored, her voice barely a whisper, laden with a mixture of defiance and desperation. However, Sebastian's unrestrained hand seized her chin, forcing her back into his grasp. "This is my first--," she murmured, her voice tinged with resignation.

His fingers traced up her skin, tantalizingly slow, and then he pulled up the fabric of her skirt. Her heart raced as he reached her thighs. She was so lost in his touch that she didn't even notice him pulling out his wand. His biting and licking on her neck left red marks and bruises, and she couldn't resist the pleasure it brought her.

With a swift motion, the tip of the wand pointed towards her skirt and a ripping sound filled the room, accompanied by a gasp from her as she felt her clothing tearing apart on its own. "Seems your attire won't be much of a defense this time," whispered Sebastian with a sly grin.

He scrutinized her body, his mind contemplating his next move, until his gaze fixated on her eyes. "Do you want to hear something intriguing about the Imperius Curse?" he remarked, his hand gripping her thigh tightly, causing her to flinch from the sudden strength of his grip. "I can make you say whatever I want..." Her cheeks flushed with fear, and a look of apprehension washed over her face. "Wait, Sebastian!" she exclaimed, attempting to raise her voice, knowing he was about to make her speak against her will, but he silenced her by placing his hand over her mouth. "Shhh… there," she whimpered, attempting to pry his hand away from her mouth. "Calm down," he whispered, his tone so intimate and tranquil that it brought tears to her eyes. "I simply want you to look at me and beg for my forgiveness," he demanded, and she looked bewildered. "You know what I'm referring to." He removed his hand from her mouth and then placed it on her cheek.

His other hand began to slip beneath her blouse, but she promptly halted him with her voice. "I'm sorry…" she whispered, causing him to redirect his gaze back to her eyes while his fingers lingered on the warm skin of her stomach. "I'm listening," he stated, still desiring a more sincere apology. "I'm sorry for… betraying you," she whispered, avoiding his gaze. "For what? I didn't hear you," he taunted, resuming his movements. "I'm sorry, Sebastian! I shouldn't have betrayed you!" she shouted, and he abruptly ceased, allowing her to exhale and feel a sense of relief as he withdrew from her. "Good girl," he whispered.

"But you see," he continued, his tone almost conversational, "I don't just want you to say sorry. I want you to mean it. And to show me just how sorry you are."

Her heart rate quickened as she realized the true nature of his intentions. She tried to push him away, to fight back against his advances, but he was too strong. His hand covered her mouth once more, muffling her protests as he leaned in even closer.

"Let me show you what it really means to be sorry," he whispered, his free hand sliding up her blouse and tracing the curves of her body.

She whimpered, feeling trapped and helpless in his grip. But despite her fear and confusion, a small part of her couldn't help but feel a growing sense of excitement at his words. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't be enjoying this, but she couldn't help the way her body was responding to his touch.

And as he continued to dominate her, to make her feel things she had never felt before, she knew that she was his. Completely and utterly his, and that there was nothing she could do to resist him.

With a sly grin, Sebastian waved his wand, causing her blouse to rip apart, exposing her bare chest. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, relishing in her vulnerability. "Seems you made a poor choice today by not wearing a bra," he murmured in a deep, seductive voice. She didn't resist this time, which intrigued him. "Oh, how I adore it when you cease to run away," he taunted, but she paid no attention, trying to ignore is glare. He rolled his eyes, growing impatient. "Very well, if you insist on playing hard to get…"

He forced her gaze to meet his, their eyes locking intensely. "I would be delighted to hear you beg me to fuck you," he stated, and the curse took hold of her voice, knowing exactly what he desired.

"No…" she began, only to speak again, her voice now laced with desperation, "Please, Sebastian--" Her words were cut short as his fingers traced a path back down her thighs, lingering at the edge of her panties. "Go on, I'm all ears," he prompted, a wicked gleam in his eyes. She attempted to speak, the words barely a whisper, "Do it…" she pleaded, but he feigned ignorance, making her intentions clearer. Slowly, his hands eased her panties down her legs, exposing her most intimate self. "Fuck me…" she uttered, her voice filled with a mix of desire and defiance. "What was that?" he teased, his fingers now tracing along her inner thigh. "Fuck me!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. His smile grew wider, relishing in the power he held over her. "How do you want me to fuck you?" he inquired, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"I don't care," she retorted swiftly, her voice filled with urgency as the curse made her be honest. "Just get it over with." He chuckled, finding amusement in her impatience, and his fingers delved into the wetness between her legs, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. "I've barely touched you, and you're already a mess," he teased, taking pleasure in her vulnerable state. She glared at him with a mix of desperation and anger, but he merely shook his head with a smile. Using two fingers, he gently parted the lips of her throbbing sex, then began to caress her clit in slow, tantalizing circles, causing her legs to involuntarily close in response.

"Hey, I never gave you permission to close your legs," he commanded, spreading her trembling limbs wide open once again as her pleas and whimpers escaped from her trembling lips. "Stop fighting it..." She ceased her struggling when one of his fingers entered slowly inside her warm insides.

Moans of pleasure escaped her lips in tandem with each thrust of his fingers, a seductive rhythm that drove her wild. His gaze fixated on every nuance of her face, relishing in the symphony of expressions that played upon her features. The sound of his ragged breath tickled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Each penetration of his fingers elicited a delightful squirm from her, her body surrendering to his skilled touch. Feeling how his finger went in and then out with a painful slow motion, along with the waves of pleasure each time his thumb pressed her clit.

As she attempted to utter words once more, he swiftly silenced her with a cocky smile, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, surprising her... but she just closed her eyes, the softness of his lips felt even better than the imperious curse. The warmth of their mouths melded together, and through the exchange of breath, soft whimpers escaped, blending with the fervent exchange. While his thumb continued its slow dance upon her sensitive clit, his finger explored the depths of her being with an achingly slow tempo, a tempting tease that heightened her desire. She could feel the mischievous curve of his lips against hers, his teeth gently biting at her lower lip, making her open her open her mouth, letting his tongue meet with hers, all while her head rested upon the cool surface of the table, her tousled hair framing her face in disarray. Aware of her unrestrained arms, a surge of hope surged within her, and she attempted to push him away, but the allure of the curse whispered in her ear, questioning her resistance. The pleasure he bestowed upon her was too intoxicating to deny.

A smirk danced upon his lips as he acknowledged her futile struggle. He paused the kiss, leaning back as a thin thread of saliva was the only thing that connect their mouths "Oh, how could I forget about that?" he remarked, observing her futile attempt to repel him. With a swift motion, he seized her wrists with the hand that had been orchestrating her pleasure, leaving her with a hollow ache as his finger abruptly withdrew. Resistance proved futile as he retrieved his wand, its tip gliding sensually along her leg, grazing her skin with tantalizing precision. From her leg to her waist, the wand traced a path of anticipation, then moved with a delicate shift to her belly, until finally, it pointed directly at her wrists. The words poised to escape his lips were familiar to her, their implications heavy with restraint. His fingers brushed against her wrists, now imbued with the wetness of her arousal, as he whispered, "Incarcerous." In an instant, a rope materialized, skillfully binding her wrists together. He guided her bound wrists to rest behind his head, drawing him closer to her, heightening the intimacy of their connection.

He reclined against the velvety expanse of her collarbone, his lips tracing a trail of fervent kisses along the slopes of her breasts. Her hands clenched the fabric of his shirt collar, her grip desperate yet filled with a longing that mirrored his own. A flicker of mischief danced in his eyes as he dipped his hand between her trembling thighs, fingers grazing the delicate flesh.

With a deliberate slowness, he penetrated her depths with two fingers, luxuriating in the sensation of her slick warmth enveloping him. Each movement was a carefully choreographed symphony of pleasure, orchestrated by the rising cadence of her ragged breaths. He curled his fingers inside her, angling them to elicit a gasp of pleasure, while his thumb caressed her swollen nub with a tantalizing rhythm.

The resounding symphony of her moans reverberated through the room, a testament to the electric current that pulsed between them. He relished the raw power he held over her, each stroke of his fingers evoking a crescendo of desire. Just as her climax drew near, he abruptly ceased his ministrations, savoring the exquisite frustration etched across her face.

A few seconds of maddening stillness hung in the air, teasing the edge of her yearning. And then, like a maestro returning to his opus, he resumed his movements, expertly navigating the contours of her pleasure. With each calculated pause, he reveled in the plea that escaped her lips, an intoxicating melody of need and surrender.

"Why..." she breathed, her voice laced with a mixture of confusion and desire. "Why are you doing this?" Sebastian halted his kisses, his gaze locking with hers, their lips a hair's breadth apart. A mischievous smile played upon his mouth as his warm breath mingled with hers.

"Do you mean why I deny you release before the pinnacle of pleasure, or why we find ourselves entangled in this intricate dance?" His voice was a seductive murmur, an invitation to delve deeper into the realms of their shared desire.

"I... I thought you said you wanted to torment me... to hear me scream," she murmured with innocence, prompting a chuckle from him. "Oh, I do want to torment you," he replied, his fingers delving deeper into her, moving with deliberate grace. "So... so intensely." Her back arched, and a sensual moan escaped her lips, tempting him to take her right then and there. "We're only just beginning," he paused for a few seconds, sensing her imminent climax. "I could prolong your pleasure each time you approach the edge..." His voice barely reached her ears amidst her pleas and whimpers. "But since I'm a gentleman... I'll allow you to choose your torment." Withdrawing his fingers, he moved her wrists away from his neck. Stepping back, she watched him in confusion, only causing her expression quickly transform from uncertain to a mixture of surprise and flustered anticipation as he removed his shirt. Now she beheld the body of the one about to consume her, covered with battle scars and freckles. Sweat already glistened on his skin, causing her to instinctively close her legs once more. She felt too vulnerable, too insignificant, too easily manipulated.

Drawing near, he placed his hand gently on her cheek. His expression evoked a disconcerting sense of wrongness, his desires felt tainted, and she never imagined him like this, not even once... and she was certain he hadn't either. Yet, as his thumb tenderly brushed her cheek with care and attentiveness, she couldn't help but become lost in that mix of ambition and determination reflected in his eyes. His caring countenance abruptly turned cold, reminding her of the reality that she was still ensnared by the imperious curse, still yielding to his will, still trapped with a murderer.

"Turn around and lay yourself on the table," he commanded, and this time her body yielded without resistance, as if under the sway of a new master. "Good girl," his words sent shivers coursing through her entire being. "Since someone is so eager to discover how I shall torment them..." He trailed his hand along the skin of her back, gradually descending. "Let's embark on the enjoyment right away." His hands came to a halt on her buttocks. Swiftly, she discerned what would happen next, snapping out of her trance. She looked over her shoulder, only to see him raising his hand. "S-Sebastian! Wait! Please!" The resounding slap filled the air, accompanied by a sharp gasp, reddening her cheek. "Fuck... you have no idea how much I longed to do this since the day they took me to Azkaban," he whispered, before another slap abruptly cut her off.

The exquisite pain electrified her senses, each contact of his hand against her skin sending tremors through her legs. "Not so powerful now, are you?" he whispered, surprising her with another slap. "Without your precious ancient magic... I wonder where that witch everyone idolizes has gone." His name escaped her lips as the next slap landed on her other cheek. "For here I stand, staring at her... so small... so weak." She bit her lip, suppressing another moan. "So exquisitely obedient," he finally remarked, delivering another slap that resounded in the room, yet she managed to remain silent. He raised an eyebrow, observing her, then smiled. "Ah, so you still put up a fight," he said, striking her once more, but even as her legs trembled, she refused to make a sound. "Even if I can't fight..." She whispered, turning her gaze to him. "I won't let you have me so easily, Sebastian

"Very well," he responded calmly. Then, his gaze shifted to her tightly closed legs, and a slow chuckle escaped him. "I'm starting to think you enjoy having me command you to open your legs." Her cheeks flushed as the imperious curse obeyed Sebastian's desire. Merlin's beard, she couldn't fathom why she felt even more nervous now. Despite already being penetrated and slapped, this position, presenting her red and sore cheeks to him, felt unbearably intimate. She sensed him lean closer between her spread legs once again, and instinctively, her gaze met his. However, he seized her hair and forced her face away, towards the wall in front of her, pressing her head against the wooden table. His other hand gradually moved from her legs to her inner thigh, discovering her profound wetness, with her juices starting to trickle down her trembling limbs. "Oh, darling... Are you that desperate for me to claim your virginity?" Her gasp at his words elicited a lip-biting response from him. Now in such close proximity to her body, she startled slightly as she felt something hard pressing against her throbbing center. Her heartbeat quickened as the sound of something unzipping reached her ears.

"Do you recall when I granted you the choice of your torment?" His voice resonated with a deep, urgent rasp. It was clear that a mere nod wouldn't satisfy him; he needed to hear her answer. And so, she nodded, seeking that intoxicating sense of pain, and it was delivered. His palm collided with her already tender skin, and this time, she didn't suppress her moan. "Oh, my..." Genuine surprise laced his tone. "Seems someone has embraced her rightful place... What prompted such a swift change of heart?"

She attributed it to the imperious curse—or at least, that's what she tried to convince herself. Deep down, both she and he knew that the curse had become superfluous; her body and mind had willingly surrendered to him. But she fought, not to liberate herself from this predicament, but rather because the sensation of him exerting control over her, dictating her every action, felt exquisitely intense. "Regardless," he continued, his victory evident in his smile. "As I was saying... I'll grant you the choice. Shall I continue denying your orgasms until you climax on my cock?—" He paused, his hands exploring her form, squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples. "Or are you eager to discover how many times I can make you come?" He whispered into her ear. Her breaths echoed throughout the room as he awaited her response, her embarrassment palpable. But the imperious curse quelled her hesitation. "Well? I'm waiting... Or would you like to experience both scenarios?" Sebastian chuckled as the curse compelled her to vocalize her inner thoughts. "I... desire to witness how many times you can make me come... I need you to fuck me, Sebastian."

Magic truly was a wondrous thing. Her candid words slipped effortlessly from her lips, despite her attempt to conceal her flushed embarrassment. He required no further encouragement. She gasped when, this time, three of his fingers slowly entered her, the warmth of her depths meeting his touch once more, offering a mixture of painful relief and utter satisfaction. She bit her lip as he skillfully guided his fingers in and out of her wetness. She yearned to gaze into his eyes, but he forced her to avert her gaze, pressing her head against the table. Her moans intensified as his movements quickened and delved deeper. "Merlin... If only I could listen to those sounds every day..." He whispered, intoxicated by the symphony of her pleasure.

She surrendered herself completely, her eyes shut tight, her lips brushing against the table's surface. Sebastian had found the perfect rhythm, his fingers hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. A fervent desire coursed through her, urging her to break free from the confines of the rope binding her wrists. She longed to feel his touch, to grasp him, to witness the emotions playing across his face at this very moment.

"Please... Sebastian," she pleaded, her words catching his attention. But he didn't cease his thrusts; instead, he intensified his movements, pushing her further towards the edge. "Sebastian..." she called again, yet he delivered another forceful thrust, denying her plea. His voice carried a frigid edge, laced with a hint of mercy. She swallowed, gathering her courage, before she could beg him to grant her a glimpse of his expression.

But as she spoke, a searing heat began to radiate from the depths of her womb, spreading downward between her legs. She grew closer to the peak of pleasure, her walls constricting around Sebastian's fingers. Her moans betrayed her, inflating Sebastian's ego. He turned her face to meet his gaze, delicately brushing away strands of hair that clung to her damp skin. He sought to capture every nuance of her expression in this pivotal moment. He didn't need to ask if she was nearing her climax; he could feel it, and she herself felt an unusual sensation, a mix of bliss and urgency that compelled her to act.

In the next few seconds, her moans filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy mingled with her desperate pleas. "I... I can't," she gasped, her voice fraught with a strange unease. "Sebastian, something feels off... wait, please," she implored, her words teetering on the edge of an admission she could no longer hold back. "I think I need to...," she trailed off, interrupted by Sebastian's hand placed firmly over her mouth, a sly smirk adorning his face. "Now, now... just let go," he coaxed, his voice coaxing her body to surrender completely. "Come for me... I want to hear you, every raw, uninhibited sound," he whispered, his encouragement fueling her release.

Her body quivered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her, flooding her senses. Her whimpering cries subsided, giving way to a deep, soulful release that consumed her entirely. She felt the warmth spreading, drenching her thighs and legs. Sebastian merely chuckled, withdrawing his fingers, while she struggled to steady her breath, her gaze averted from his penetrating gaze.

"I must admit... I anticipated you would derive pleasure from this encounter, but I never expected such a fervent response," he remarked, a smug smile gracing his lips as she turned her attention away, unable to meet his gaze.

Just as she felt the rekindling of energy coursing through her body, Sebastian seized her by the waist and forcefully pulled her closer to him. This was far from over, and deep down, she knew it. After all, she had implored him to continue making her succumb to waves of pleasure, and he wasn't one to trifle with such requests. The next few minutes unfolded like a tantalizing dance between ecstasy and torment. He skillfully teased her most sensitive regions, coaxing one orgasm after another, each release more exquisite than the last.

While her senses soared on the wings of pleasure, Sebastian himself held back, grappling with the torment of his throbbing desire. He yearned to savor her completely, to claim her in a way that transcended the realms of mere physicality. As she lay there, breathless and drenched in perspiration, he pondered the threshold of their shared passion.

"I can't take it any longer!," she pleaded with Sebastian, her voice heavy with a mixture of exhaustion and longing. Yet, her words fell upon deaf ears as he seized her once again, defying her pleas, and positioned her atop the table, her back pressed against the unyielding wood.

At this point, even her ancient magic stirred, a feeble attempt to aid its wielder, but the ethereal chain encircling her waist rendered her powerless, its cold touch a constant reminder of her captivity. "I regret to hear your distress," Sebastian retorted, his eyes gleaming with a blend of mischief and revenge. With a flick of his wand, he revealed his intentions. "But my retribution is far from complete, and you shall endure it," he declared, his gaze fixed upon her womb. He pressed the tip of his wand against her, uttering an incantation too faint for her ears to discern.

Suddenly, an electrifying surge of warmth coursed through her, leaving her trembling and apprehensive. Fear etched across her face as she scrutinized Sebastian's wand. "What have you done to me?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of anxiety and anger. "You will see," he responded swiftly, forcibly turning her back around to face the table's surface once more.

With a tantalizing display of dominance, Sebastian allowed his pants to slide down his legs, revealing his hardened desire. In a wicked twist of fate, her legs parted eagerly, as if driven by an unseen force, drawing a chuckle from his lips. She remained blind to his actions, her senses heightened with anticipation, until she felt an unfamiliar presence at the apex of her thighs. It was neither his fingers nor his tongue that greeted her, but a pulsating intensity that left her breathless.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as Sebastian plunged his cock deep inside her, igniting a symphony of pleasure and pain that erupted in a fervent cry of his name. He held her head firmly against the table, keeping her at his mercy, while tears cascaded down her cheeks. His feigned concern was laced with sadistic amusement as he inquired, "Is it too much for you?" Yet, despite the overwhelming sensation, she managed to summon a whispered confession, "It's too big." Sebastian's smirk deepened, savoring the power he held over her vulnerability.

Part of him yearned to prolong the exquisite torment, to revel in her quivering need, but the hunger for fulfillment drove him forward. With deliberate, agonizing slowness, he began to move, each thrust a calculated symphony of pleasure and discomfort. His groans mingled with her intoxicating moans, their union a testament to the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure. The tightness of her walls constricted around him, intensifying his own primal urges, urging him to push deeper, to claim her completely.

The room became a sanctuary of their forbidden desires, as Sebastian reveled in the sweetest symphony he had ever heard—her melodic moans. Triumph surged through his veins, knowing he was the first to possess her, and he intended to be the last. His teeth sank into his lower lip, suppressing the primal urges that threatened to consume him entirely. Each thrust of his hips became a declaration of dominance.

Every thrust sent delicious shivers coursing through her body, causing her to writhe with pleasure. In a moment of astonishment, she realized her wrists were no longer bound. Sebastian hastily broke the spell of the rope, urgently spinning her around until her back once again met the table. Her legs found their place on his shoulders as he continued his relentless penetration. Leaning in, he captured her lips with a hunger that mirrored their shared desire, and she surrendered to the intoxication of their kiss, her arms finding solace around his neck.

An exquisite ache reverberated through her as the tip of his cock grazed a tender spot, and in response, she raked her nails along his back, a feeble attempt to temper the explosive pleasure that consumed her. One of his hands tenderly caressed her face before descending to her breasts. Despite the stark contrast in their size and strength, the intimacy they shared felt nothing short of heavenly.

Amidst Sebastian's groans resonating in her ears, an unintended confession slipped from her lips. "I love you." The sudden halt in his movements sparked an uneasy sensation within her, as if she had crossed a forbidden boundary. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her body silently pleading for him to resume their passionate connection. "Say it again," Sebastian whispered, resuming his thrusts with renewed fervor, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips. "Go on," he urged, his whispers dripping with temptation. "I love you," she repeated, her breathing growing labored as waves of pleasure washed over her. To her surprise, Sebastian savored her declaration, relishing in the raw vulnerability she displayed. "Tell me more," he entreated, his warm breath caressing her ear. "Please... let me hear you." His tone held a mixture of longing and sadness. Biting her lip, she obliged, her voice trembling, "I missed you... so much."

In that moment, he seemed to possess an intimate understanding of her desires, effortlessly guiding her deeper into the indescribable realm of lust that coursed through her veins. "I needed you so bad," Sebastian confessed, prompting her to hold him even tighter, desperate to bridge the distance between them. "I know," she whispered in response, their words forging an unbreakable bond. Suddenly, the scorching heat intensified, signaling her impending release, and Sebastian was keenly aware of it. With each thrust, he pushed himself deeper, but her hand on his chest implored him to ease his pace.

"Sebastian... we must stop," she uttered, her voice laced with a mixture of urgency and yearning. He sighed, his gaze fixed on her, exhaustion and hurt etched upon his features. "Why?" he queried, the tone betraying a sense of weariness. "Because... you," she began, her words interrupted by a moan as she struggled to compose herself. "I'll be pregnant..." Her words, tinged with embarrassment, ignited a chuckle from Sebastian, his favorite sound to hear. "What spell did you think I casted on your womb?" he inquired, expecting her to comprehend the implications. And comprehend she did, her cheeks flushing crimson as she nodded in acknowledgment. "You're too adorable, you know?" he whispered, his voice betraying traces of fatigue. "Now, just let go," he nibbled on her ear. "I yearn to fill you with my seed."

Unable to hold back any longer, she succumbed to the tantalizing torture that had built within her, a moan escaping her lips. It wasn't solely the sensation of her release that overtook her, but also the feeling of Sebastian's seeds surging inside her, flooding her with an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. Her entire body trembled as the hot, sticky essence filled her depths, her voice intertwining with his name in a symphony of bliss. In the throes of their mutual climax, Sebastian groaned, succumbing to the torments of his own pleasure.

As their bodies slowly recovered from their ecstatic union, they remained locked in an intimate embrace, their breathing gradually returning to a calm rhythm. The world around them faded into the background, their connection an oasis of shared vulnerability and desire. With whispered words of tenderness and the lingering warmth of their union, they reveled in the aftermath of their passion. As the waves of pleasure subsided, fatigue swept over her like a gentle lullaby. With a contented sigh, she nestled into Sebastian's arms, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep beckoned her. He held her close, his touch tender and protective, his fingers gently caressing her skin. The exhaustion from their intense encounter took its toll, and soon she succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber.

Hours passed in blissful silence, their intertwined forms finding solace in the peaceful stillness of the night. Sebastian watched over her, his gaze filled with adoration and a touch of concern. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, his fingers tracing the delicate contours of her features, cherishing the serenity that now enveloped her.

As the first rays of dawn peeked through the window, gentle warmth danced upon her face, coaxing her back to consciousness. She slowly blinked her eyes open, her senses gradually awakening to the familiar surroundings. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she found herself lying on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, just as she had before the arrival of the black owl.

A soft smile curved her lips as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She turned her head to find Sebastian sitting nearby, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of affection and relief. He had remained faithfully by her side, watching over her as she slumbered, ensuring her safety and comfort.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress in the tranquil space. "How do you feel?"

Her response came as a languid stretch, her body still tingling from their passionate encounter. "Sore, but in the best possible way," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of confusion. "How did you--" She wanted to know how he managed to took her back into the Gryffindor common room, but she quickly noticed the current situation.

Sebastian chuckled, the sound carrying a mix of tenderness and amusement. "I'm glad to hear that. I was worried I may have been a bit too... intense." Then he saw how the morning was touching the common room. "Don't worry, I will leave soon"

She sat up, her eyes meeting his, filled with genuine worry... Yet she knew he hand all under control "You were perfect, Sebastian. More than I could have ever imagined." It was difficult for her to speak the truth after being soo long under he imperious curse.

A warm glow suffused his features, and he reached out to gently brush his fingers against her cheek. "You mean the world to me, you know that, right?" Her expression changed to a confused one.

"But I though you hated me" She whispered as her hand touched his. He chuckled and sighted. "I did... but then I started to understand I crossed a line... after I taught you crucio, after I manipulated you and Ominis to look the cure for Anne... after I killed my uncle" Her heart swelled with affection, a sense of belonging washing over her. "Everyone misses you... Even Ominis" she whispered, her voice brimming with emotion.

Sebastian leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, a testament to the connection they had forged. As they pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.

"Rest now," he murmured. "We have a lifetime of adventures ahead of us."

With a contented sigh, she nestled back into his embrace, her head resting against his chest. As she closed her eyes, she knew she was safe and loved, and in Sebastian's arms, she had found her sanctuary. Together, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, ready to face whatever the future held, united in their love and the magic they shared.

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Teach me, Mommy

Professor!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Warnings: Jealousy.

Smut: Subby Nat. Mommy (R), Good Girl/Baby (N), “BJ,” Strap (N), Choking, Punishment (Spanking).

18+ | Minors DNI

The echo of heels clicking against the polished linoleum of the large lecture hall caused your gaze to lift from the paperwork on your desk, giving you a chance to ogle your professor as she made her way over to the desk at the front.

The woman looked positively delectable in her red v neck blouse, layered beneath a form fit black suit jacket, and tucked into the front of her matching pencil skirt that fell at her knees.

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Professor Romanoff, was a gorgeous force to be reckoned with, and when she dressed like this—for you, truth be told, you so wanted to play.

The need to control in her daily life made sense, she was a women leading the science department at a fairly prestigious university. In public she needed to commandeer respect, and she surely did just that, the men she worked over seemed to hold a healthy fear of her.

Once you saw her publicly putting Mr. Stark in his place, you got to see the usually smug man turn as pale as a ghost, so stunned in fact that Mr. Banner had to drag him away from the she devil stood in those calf defining black stilettos. The way she smirked as she turned around is what initially drew you to her. Because beneath those eyes dripping with power you saw the precious angel ready to be taken care of.

Everyone else on campus was afraid of her too. She held her head high, and ran a tight ship. Lessons started at 8am, her doors were locked the moment the digital clock hit said time. The homework was tedious, and unlike your other courses it actually required critical thinking. Quizzes took place every Friday, based off study guides that left your brain scrambling.

Even with the heavy workload, she didn't have the same hold over you that she did others. Natasha, as you know her, loved the way she could command a room's attention, but what she loved even more was having all of yours.

Natasha has always been in control, ever since she was little, and had to help raise Yelena. Fighting with just about anyone who got in her way of ensuring her sisters safety and future, so it makes sense that would bleed into her now.

But it didn't reflect her deep desires though.

The truth was she lived to be dominated, to be put in her place when she's stepped out of line, and with you she found herself submitting with ease. Handing you her body without any fight, and she plans to do so for as long as forever.

Natasha could feel your eyes on her, just as she wanted it, as she set up the board for the quiz on genetics. She drew a mock punnet square, because even with as strict as she was, she was not above offering the occasional cheat code.

When she spun around she offered the class a tight lipped smile that fell away when she saw one of your classmates hands on your bicep. "Miss Maximoff, if you don't mind, we have a quiz to start and that requires you be seated."

"Sorry Miss Romanoff," Wanda skittishly rushed away to her desk in the back and you quirked your brow at the professor who only met your gaze with one that dripped danger.

Natasha wasn't one to share, and she wasn't about to start today. As she walked around the class passing out the quizzes she made sure to sway her hips just as she passed by your desk. You quietly chuckled at her show of possession, as if she had anything to worry about, you already claimed her as yours years ago, it's why she had your initials tattooed on her wrist besides a heart made with the intricate grooves of your thumbs. You're hers too, the mark of her soft lips on your ribcage your chosen tie.

The exam was honestly a breeze for you, but for the sake of your cover remaining intact you'd pretended to struggle so you could be the last one seated as students slowly filed on out.

"Y/N, you're my best student, stop pretending that you're still working," Natasha challenged from her desk, the last student left fifteen minutes ago, clearly you were just taunting her.

"I don't know Miss. Romanoff, this exam is really hard," you relayed with a feigned sense of concern, "I sure hope I don't fail and have to retake this course, that would be a bummer."

Natasha rolled her eyes as you placed your test down on her desk, which she realized was a bad idea as you gripped her chin and tilted her head backwards until she was looking at you. "Careful with the attitude pretty girl, you don't want to go pissing mommy off now, do you?"

Natasha shook her head, "I'm sorry mommy," she latched on to your thumb, her tongue ran over the ridges of your skin, then she began to lightly suck as she gazed up at you sweetly. You smirked before looking up at the ticking clock, "You have just enough time to suck me off."

Natasha hummed around your thumb, you could see the way her eyes genuinely lit up at the prospect, and you chuckled as she danced then shimmied out of her seat to her knees. While maintaining eye contact you slipped your digit from her mouth and with the pad of your thumb you spread saliva all over her lips to assist her in her plans to suck you off.

The redhead looked up at you, she sat prettily, and the restraint you witnessed her showing was endearing. She knew better than to touch without guidance, "Good girl," you coo'd as you slid your shorts down to your ankles, then went your boxers and out popped your black strap.

"Follow me baby," you said as you stepped around her to take your place in her chair, you settled a hand on your strap and began to stroke the silicone as Natasha crawled over, "Hurry up baby, your next class starts in fifteen minutes, and I'm not leaving until I cum."

Natasha slackened her jaw, leaving her mouth agape so you could do as you pleased with her. After a few teasing moments of hovering over her you finally pushed the tip beyond her lips. The eager woman took initiative from there and began to bob her head aggressively while her hand applied dizzying pressure to the base.

"There you go baby," you softly growled as the pleasure started to flow throughout your body, your hand now tangled into her hair as you aided her in taking even more of you down her throat to the point that she was gagging.

"Mm, mm, fuck Tash, you're just so good for me," your hips were now thrusting wildly, "Mommy's good girl, fuck, take it all baby."

Natasha's nose met your stomach, the fact that she'd managed to take all of you is what threw you over the edge, the coil within you snapped, and in a controlled manner you moaned out her well deserved praises, "Good girl."

Natasha stared in relative awe as your slick dripped down the front of her desk chair as you stood up. You weren't opposed to chasing your own pleasure, but truth be told you preferred to make the redhead cry out for you, so after a moment tailored for you you tended to brush passed it, so it wasn't a shock you'd already redressed before her breath was back in sync.

"I'll see you in a few hours Miss. Romanoff," you said as you collected her ungraded papers, along with her office keys, "Five minutes," you added with a wink before you were gone.

"Ty budesh' moyey smert'yu," Natasha cursed under her breath, then as per usual, she was up and in order before the students traipsed on in.

(You will be the death of me.)

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Natasha groaned in relief as the bell rang, you left her in quite the state, and unfortunately she had to sit through two more lectures before there was any promise of relief. Which is why she was on the verge of tears when she entered her office to find only stacks of graded papers.

"For fucks sake," she huffed with her face now in her hands, her bag that was haphazardly thrown in a moment of frustration hit the ground loud enough to conceal your entrance.

"Now, now," you pressed your body into hers from behind, your smirk wide as she tensed, "Tell me baby, is that how a respected woman speaks when she doesn't get what she wants?"

"No m-mommy, but I," she went to defend herself, but you stopped her with a finger to her lips that slid down until you were wrapping your hand around her throat. Natasha was actually grateful, because she had no excuse.

"It's inexcusable Natalia," you reminded her, "Just because you're needy doesn't mean you get to be bitchy," you sneered as you reached forward to clear her desk of her belongings.

You spun her around so she could face you as you spoke, "I was trying to do something nice for you," with a slow, calculated thrust you let the redhead feel the bulge in your shorts, it was sizably bigger than the one she sucked earlier, her eyes widened, and so did your cocky grin.

"I-is that?" Natasha gulped when you nodded, feeling her throat pulse beneath your palm was an incredibly arousing feeling, "What a shame too, mommy was gonna breed her special girl, so I left to change, but now I'm not so sure..."

"No, please, I'm sorry mommy," you cut her off before she could continue pleading, with your tight grip on her throat you tugged her forward until your lips were only millimeters apart, she could taste your breath and instinctually she tried to close the gap, but you stepped back and softly tsk'd as she whined, "Who's in charge?"

"Mommy is..."

"Exactly baby, so if you want something you..." you looked to her with so much confidence that she felt like this was almost a mirror to the lie of who she outwardly is to the world, "Ask."

"Can I have a kiss please?" Natasha whispered, she felt a brief moment of embarrassment, but then all she felt was warmth as you smiled at her, when she felt your hands firmly back on her hips she felt safe, and with your lips finally on hers she truly felt whole. "There she is."

The deceivingly soft kiss melded into a heady entanglement in only a matter of seconds. Natasha melted into you, becoming a pliant body for you to mold to your every whim, you didn't act right away though, you loved to keep her in this constant state of neediness, one she had never felt before with another person.

As your tongue slid over hers, and your hands roamed her body she was becoming quite the whimpering mess that you needed to tend to. Her hips canted against the air with a violent need, so you reluctantly pulled away, and even if she wanted more, part of her didn't want the kiss to end so she gripped your shirt collar.

"Baby," you warned softly, "If you want mommy to help with the mess in your panties then you need to bend over for me, but if you want to kiss then we can do that instead..."

Natasha relinquished her hold instantly, "No," you smiled and pecked her lips, "Over the desk then baby, give mommy her prettiest view."

Once the redhead settled her front against her hardwood desk, with her skirt perfectly bunched up at her hips she sighed dreamily. The poor girl thought she was going to just get a pass to what she wanted with no need for a punishment for her behavior, but as your hand began to knead the flesh of her ass she knew.

"Hmm, how many we thinking baby?"

"Five," she offered and you cackled, "Hilarious, how about 20? One for each question on your chapter 'quiz' since you are just so reasonable."

"Heyyyy, I'm just trying to give everyone a well rounded—," she was cut off with a shriek as your hand made brutal contact with her skin, “Your excuses are null and void, quiet down.”

Natasha took her punishment like a champ, every slap against her increasingly reddening cheeks a reminder that you're always watching. The only thing that taints this was she was a bit of an adrenaline junkie so she pushed back into your hand near the end, "Harder mommy..."

So, for her unconscious disobedience you added five more without a word, each one was surprisingly harsher than the other, and for the last one you rerouted to her cunt, so by the end the woman was sobbing, as she should be.

"What do we say?" You asked as you softly massaged her backside, "Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome," you leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, then you awkwardly tilted her head up, you pressed another to her lips as you slid your strap into her slicked hole. The redhead appreciated the way you muffled her screams, she was always very vocal whenever you entered her, so you knew what to do. You always did, she loved your considerate nature.

As you pounded into her you realized that she needed help with the noise, "Quiet now, don't wanna send Banner home with an erection," you whispered through gritted teeth, your hand on her hip squeezed tighter at the mention of her ex, their relationship was tumultuous, and you knew that, but you still hate knowing he has had her in ways you've yet to be able to.

Taking her classes made you exempt from the university fraternization rule, but since you had to be more major focused moving forward you were excited for the prospect of taking her out on the town and showing her off as yours.

"Tell me baby, who fucks you better?" Your free hand roamed between her legs just as she went to answer, you pinched her neglected clit and she shrieked your title into the skin of her palm in an attempt to not broadcast your activities, but you knew that no matter what he heard. There was a vent behind the desk that linked their offices, it's how she found him cheating.

It's how you knew your secret was safe...

Natasha began to quiet down, something about nearing the edge always seemed to cause her to go silent, it was an anomaly to you, you think it was her usual need for control seeping through the cracks, but you nonetheless found it sweet. Endearing really, that you could fuck the well known hard ass professor into a state of zen.

This time however she shocked you, her soft voice came out in a needy whimper, "I'm so close mommy, wanna feel you inside first, please, fill me up, I need it so bad, need you."

“Yeah?” You grunted as you reached down to grip the pump, “You want mommy’s seed? Want me to fill you up until your pregnant?”

Natasha shrieked yes as your words, coupled with the tip of your strap slamming into her inner most sensitive spot, sent her reeling. With a quick squeeze followed by a deep thrust you filled her pussy up with your faux cum, the sensation made her back arch her body into the desk, her head raised up as she screamed into your strategically placed mouth, and you were soon forcefully stilled by her fluttering walls.

Natasha moaned unendingly into your mouth as you managed to fuck her cunt through the resistance. It drove you wild, the sound of the mixed arousals as you drove the strap into her. Eventually the adrenaline from her orgasm faded and she lost the strength to hold her body up all of a sudden to maintain the kiss.

You chuckled as she slumped into the desk, and with a soft movement you pulled out. While she rested her hot skin against the chilled wood you reached into your file cabinet and pulled out a rag so you could clean her up. Then you did just that before you grabbed her pair of emergency sweats from the drawer, which were really just ones she stole from you.

After Natasha was cleaned, and redressed in comfy clothes you pulled her into your body, and settled the both of you into her desk chair. Natasha smushed her face against your chest, she was exhausted from her long day, and if you’d let her she would sleep here tonight.

“Natasha,” you softly called out to her and she groaned, knowing now that you wouldn’t, “Liho has been home alone with Alpine all day, that poor little guy is probably just as nervous as his dad is when around women at the bar.”

“Stupid Bucky,” Natasha grumbled in a muffled voice against you, “He ruins everything good.”

“He’s literally on an emergency military tour,” you cackled in a shocked tone, “Y/N, that was just code for Steve’s finally back in the states.”

Natasha was his childhood best friend, so of course she knew this, but you were slightly offended that she would think you didn’t.

“Yeah, I know Nat, but he’s far too modest to ask us to cat sit so he could fuck his boyfriend,” you smiled as she giggled unabashedly, “Still, he’s a good guy, the least we could do is watch the sweet little feline while he gets to do it.”

Natasha hummed thoughtfully, “Yeah, I get it, I couldn’t even imagine going a year without being fucked by you,” you snorted, “You can’t even go a few days Nat, you’d likely shrivel up.”

The elder woman slapped your shoulder in a futile protest, the truth was clear as day when you take note of your fresh marks layered over and around the fading ones from other days.

“Carry me to the car?” You shook your head in amusement that she’d risk such exposure, but when noting how late it was you deemed it safe, and when all you saw was a bright red Bruce as you exited into the connected parking garage you were happy to have agreed to this.

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As you two settled into bed you could feel the exhaustion wash over you instantaneously. Natasha couldn't sleep though, she was playing with your limp hand as her thoughts ran wild.

"Malysh?"

You hummed groggily, "Yes baby?"

"How long until you graduate again?"

"Three semesters left, why?"

"We should get married next fall then, so your degree matches your name," she genuinely relayed, her voice was level, but you could hear the subtle insecurities, "Oh, interesting. Why is it that you're not taking my last name, hmm?"

"Because I'm well established in my career as a Romanoff,” she scoffed playfully, “Plus, you need the additive so people remember who you belong to..." her grip on your hand tightened, and you know she was transported back to when Wanda’s hand laid atop your shoulder.

You pulled her body closer, hand interlocking with hers to cut off all of her nervous fiddling, “Hmm, I always thought the one who spends most nights writhing beneath the other took the last name of the champion atop of them,” but your words were nothing short of teasing.

Natasha retracted her hand from yours to slap it away, “Go sleep on the couch Y/N,” she tried to shuffle away in a show of anger, but much to her genuine delight you wouldn’t let her go, “Baby, I'm just kidding, of course I'll become a Romanoff,” you kissed her cheek softly, “Now everyone on campus will know you’re mine.”

Natasha turned to face you, her hand gently settled atop your cheek, “Irrevocably so detka,” she kissed your lips tenderly, then she buried her face into the crook of your neck, “G’nite.”

“Goodnight Natty,” you chuckled softly as she was already snoring, “I love you sweet girl.”

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Office Hours - Chapter 4 (Professor!Miguel O’Hara x F!College Student!Reader)

Pairing: Professor!Miguel O’hara x F!College Student!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Clit Play, Unprotected P in V Sex (you know the drill), Stomach Bulge, Missionary, Semi-Doggy Style, Creampies, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Swearing Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: Chapter 4's finally here! I’m hoping to release the next few chapters on a weekly basis. I hope you enjoy this spicy chapter.🔥Side Note/Disclaimer: I'm not good at speaking Spanish. If I got anything wrong, please (respectfully) correct me. Thank you and happy reading!

Just a heads up: the next chapter will include HEAVY angst.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Ch. 3 <- -> Ch. 5

You watched Miguel flit around the room, his hands and mouth moving yet no sound coming out. Miles nudged your shoulder again.

“You good?” he mouthed. You gave a small shrug before turning back to look at the board, a hand placed on your cheek as your professor droned on. Before you knew it students were beginning to pack up. You blinked a few times before sliding your laptop into your bag.

“(Y/N), if you could stay behind for a few minutes please,” Miguel called from the front of the room. You glanced up, only to dip your head lower as you shuffled towards him. Miles gave you a small, sympathetic smile before heading out.

“See you later for game night?” he asked. You nodded before turning your back. Miguel stood in front of you like a brick wall, his tall body casting a shadow over yours. You peeked over your shoulder to see the room completely empty. You squeaked when you turned back around, Miguel’s strong hands squeezing your upper arms.

“I’m sorry I left so quickly the other night,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours. You opened your mouth a little as you felt his warm breath caress your face, heat pooling inside your core as he traced his fingers along your arms.

“I-It’s okay,” you stammered. Miguel clicked his tongue.

“No, it’s not. I wasn’t being fair to you," Miguel paused and swallowed thickly. "Let me make it up somehow...please?” he whispered as he caressed your sides. The tips of your ears burned as you placed your hands on his chest and squeezed your thighs together. You glanced behind you again before tugging on his tie. A small gasp left him as he stumbled forward, his lips crashing against yours. You moaned softly as he placed his hands on your hips, his mouth moving hungrily against yours.

“We could get caught, you know. The doors wide open,” he warned despite the smirk on his face. You shifted your thighs a little more noticeably as you gripped his tie.

“Then let’s go somewhere a bit more private,” you whispered.

•••

Miguel slammed his office door before pushing you against the wall. You sighed as he wrapped his hands over yours, his tongue eagerly exploring every inch of your wet mouth. Your body burned with arousal as you felt a wet patch grow in your panties. You panted when Miguel pulled back, his plump lower lip brushing over yours. He gazed into your eyes as he let his hands rest on your waist.

“Want to taste this pretty pussy so bad,” Miguel husked as he slid the tips of his fingers past your jeans. You gasped when he tapped against your clit through your panties, each movement sending a flicker of arousal across your damp heat. “Would you let me, bebé? Let me devour your sweet cunt?” he groaned as he drew tight circles around your puffy bud [baby]. You nodded as you gripped his dark gray shirt.

“Yes,” you moaned. Miguel suddenly pulled his fingers back just enough so they rested over your mound.

“En Español,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust [In Spanish]. You gulped.

“Sí…Papi,” you moaned even louder as you arched your back [Yes…Daddy]. Miguel bared his teeth before stepping back.

“Muy bien,” he murmured [Very good]. “Now, be a good muñeca and bend over the desk for me,” Miguel rasped [doll]. You shuffled over to his large, wooden desk. You glanced over your shoulder and flashed him a seductive grin as you swayed your hips side to side. You heard his breath hitch as you let your jeans fall to the floor.

Miguel narrowed his eyes as he lumbered behind you, his lips drawn in a tight line as you positioned yourself against his desk, your forearms resting against the cold, wooden surface. You licked your lips as you slid your panties over the curve of your ass. He groaned when your wet, sticky folds were on full display for him as they fell to your feet.

“Hermosa,” he breathed before sinking down to his knees [Beautiful]. You clenched your walls around nothing as he spread your ass cheeks apart. He sucked in a sharp breath. “God, you're fucking soaked,” Miguel breathed. You shivered as you felt his breath fall over your folds, your clit throbbing and aching for attention. You heard him lick his lips as he kneaded your cheeks in his calloused palms.

“Are you-“

You rolled your head back when Miguel suddenly shoved his face into your dripping cunt. You moaned and rubbed your bum against his face as he teased your tight entrance with a quick flick of his tongue. He inhaled deeply before opening his mouth, his lips wrapped around the rim of your slick hole. Your legs trembled as Miguel alternated between lapping at your wet, puckering entrance and suckling over your puffy folds.

“Oooh my God, Miguel,” you keened as you buried your face in your forearms. He kneaded your supple cheeks in his wide palms as he flattened his tongue over your sex, painting long, wet strokes up and down your slit. His chin rubbed against your swollen bud as he curled his lips over your hole.

“Eres tan jodidamente deliciosa,” Miguel groaned, his hot breath fanning over your folds before he dove back in [You’re so fucking delicious]. You keened and tightened your thighs as he prodded at the seam of your hole with the tip of his soft tongue. Your breath stuttered as Miguel slowly pushed his wet muscle inside, spreading your walls apart before curling his tongue inside your pussy.

“Fuck,” you choked as searing tears welled in your eyes. Miguel moaned, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through your core as he massaged your gummy walls with his thick tongue. You gasped when he wrapped one hand around your leg and rested a finger over your clit. Several curses fell from your lips as he drew slow, sloppy circles around your puffy bundle of nerves.

“M-Miguel,” you slurred as he thrusted his tongue inside you even faster. His one hand squeezed your bum as he continued to circle your clit with the other. You moaned each time you felt him puff against your cunt, his low groans shaking you to the core. “F-Fuck Miguel, ‘m gonna-“ you muffled your yelp when he pinched your bud and pulled back, a string of spit and arousal connecting his puffy lips to your drenched sex.

“Not yet, conejita,” he purred as he rubbed your hip [bunny]. You whined and clenched your thighs as he kept his finger on your clit and lips just barely above your labia.

“Por favor, Papi,” you keened and wiggled your hips [Please, Daddy]. You felt him smirk before he pressed his lips over your slit once more. You swallowed as Miguel kissed your cunt, letting his mouth linger over your wet folds before he gently moved his head side to side. You moaned and rocked your hips back as you felt him roll his tongue out and slather your sex with his warm spit.

“A-Ah,” you mewled with each slow tilt of his head and swipe of his soft tongue. You felt your lower muscles tighten again as you gripped the desk, your toes curling as he steadily stroked your clit. Heat bubbled deep inside your fluttering walls as your eyes rolled back. You flared your nostrils when Miguel pulled back again with a slick “pop”.

“Miguel, please,” you whined as you desperately ground your cunt over his face. Miguel cooed and patted the globe of your ass before shoving his whole tongue inside. You screamed into your hand as he circled your clit, the slurping sounds he made beyond lewd as he devoured your delectable pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” you moaned before your body suddenly stiffened. Your jaw went slack as white clouded your vision. Your body trembling with bliss as your muscles contracted around his tongue. You murmured his name like a broken record as you pushed your hips back, your slick drenching his lower face and dripping down his neck.

You gasped and your last contraction rolled through you, your mind numb with pleasure as you felt him scoop out your cream with his tongue and audibly swallow. You panted and caught your breath as Miguel leaned his head back and licked his lips.

"Thank you for the meal, Mami," he murmured [Mommy]. You kept your forehead on the desk as you caught your breath, your body coated in a sheen of sweat. Miguel grunted as he stood up on his feet, his hands still glued to your body as he readjusted himself. You squealed when he began to lazily rub your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut as he circled your sensitive bud, your pussy squelching softly with every miniscule stroke.

"You want my cock, conejita?” he muttered in your ear. Heat rushed through your core as you squealed.

“P-please Miguel, I need you so bad," you moaned with a shiver. You mewled when you felt his hands leave your warm body. A lump formed in your throat when you heard him unzip his pants.

"Are you ready?" he husked as he pressed the head of his cock against your sloppy entrance. You sighed as he rubbed his tip over your slick folds.

"Yes," you moaned. Miguel steadied one of his hands over your waist as he let his cock linger over your entrance. He hissed between gritted teeth as he slowly pushed himself inside your tight hole. You keened as a wave of arousal instantly washed over you, his thick member spreading your pussy wide open with every inch.

“S-So soft and warm,” he puffed against your ear as his cock throbbed. You stood on your tiptoes as he kept his dick half-way inside your pussy before steadily pulling back.

Both of you panted as Miguel slowly rocked his hips, his thick, veiny length dragging along your walls. Tears of pleasure spilled over your sleeves as you heard the soft ‘plaps’ behind you each time he rolled his hips forward. You moaned as he sank a little deeper with each thrust.

“Oh, muñeca,” Miguel groaned as he squeezed your hip. The desk creaked as he drove his cock against your cervix, your throat growing tight as you felt his heavy balls brush against your puffy clit. You mewled and buried your face in your arms as Miguel grabbed both of your hips, his thrusts growing more hungry and eager.

“Fuck!” you cried as your pussy gripped his shaft. Miguel groaned as he pumped his cock forward, each drag pulling you closer to the edge.

“Getting close again?” the tall man purred, your ass bouncing against his hips as he pounded into your plush cunny. You nodded and suppressed the urge to scream his name in pure ecstasy. Your eyes snapped open when you felt his cock slip out. His cheeks were flush with pink as he stared down at you with engorged pupils.

"Want to see your pretty face when you cum around my cock, Mami," he husked, his eyes lit with carnal desire. You gasped and scraped your nails over his desk.

"Y-Yes!" you squealed. You moaned when you were flipped around, Miguel's strong hands still on your hips as he pulled you onto the large desk. You shivered as your back became flush against the wooden surface, your cunt still oozing with arousal. You bit your lips as you spread your legs apart. Miguel rested a hand on your knee as he guided the tip of his cock back to your entrance.

Your eyes stayed locked on his dick as he pushed himself inside you in one fluid motion. You covered your mouth as he snapped his hips forward, a prominent bulge poking out of your lower tummy. Both of you were a moaning mess as Miguel pounded his girthy cock into your tight heat, a wet mess forming all over his trimmed pubes and the inside of your thighs. Sparks flew through your cunt as he pressed his hand over the bulge, putting pressure as he continued to thrust.

“Feel me there, cariño? Feel my cock buried deep inside you?” he groaned as the desk shook with every thrust [honey]. Your head fell back at his words, eyebrows scrunched together as your thighs trembled.

“Yes, Papi,” you keened as you grasped at his thick wrists. Miguel released a shaky breath as his cock twitched inside you.

“Mierda,” he rasped as your walls fluttered around his length [Shit]. It was only a few more strokes of his cock before you dropped off the edge. You moaned and looked straight into his eyes as you came a second time, your hips rolling as your body lit up with bliss. Miguel’s face tightened as he gripped your hips, the desk shaking so much you thought it was about to break.

“Where do you want me?” he panted, his thrusts growing more sloppy as he pistoned himself deep inside your core. Your chest rose and fell as you swallowed thickly.

“I-Inside, I’m on the pill!” you squealed as he brushed against your g-spot. The man above you furrowed his brows as he heaved.

“C-Car-Cariño,” he groaned. Electricity pulsed through your body when he sheathed his cock to the hilt with a deep growl. You gasped and dug your nails into his wrists as you felt something hot flood your canal, his cock throbbing incessantly as he groaned above you.

“Miguel,” you mewled as his cum overwhelmed your tight hole. The man above you remained stiff as he filled you with his thick, milky-white seed. Miguel slowly relaxed before he opened his eyes. His broad chest heaved as he caught his breath, his cum dripping out of your cunt and onto the shiny surface of his desk. His eyes suddenly grew soft before a noticeable gloss formed over them. You furrowed your brows.

“Are you okay?” you asked. Miguel’s frown deepened as he slowly nodded.

“I'm...fine,” he breathed. You parted your lips and brushed your hands over his.

“Do you want to talk-“

“No,” he answered curtly as his eyes widened. You closed your mouth as your heart pounded in your ears. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be short with you,” Miguel said as he averted your gaze.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. The man above you sighed.

“Do you need any water?” he quickly changed the subject he grabbed a few tissues from the box that fell on its side. You blinked before your heart warmed as he wiped at your folds, his movements slow and gentle as he cleaned you.

“Water would be great,” you said with a sheepish grin. Miguel nodded before wiping off his slick cock and padding over to the mini fridge. Your fingers glided over each other as he handed you a small bottle.

“Thank you, Miguel,” you beamed. He nodded, his face still wrought with a tinge of misery as he pulled your pants and panties back on. You held onto the water as you slid back onto the floor. You gasped as you stumbled forward, your legs shaking like a newborn deer's. Miguel was quick to catch you, his strong chest flush with your back as he kept his large arms wrapped around your waist. You blushed.

“Thank you,” you murmured. Miguel nodded. Silence filled the room before his cell began to ring. He glanced over at his phone, his nostrils flaring as he frowned.

“I’m sorry, I need to take this,” Miguel sighed. You gave him a sympathetic smile.

“You’re okay,” you said despite your heart sinking into your stomach. Miguel gave you a solemn grin before he picked up his phone the same time you grabbed your bag.

“¿Qué deseas?” he huffed into the phone [What do you want?]. You frowned as you glanced over your shoulder, Miguel pacing back and forth as he scrunched his nose in annoyance. “Te dije que no puedo venir este año,” Miguel seethed as you grabbed the door knob [I told you I can’t come this year]. You gave a polite wave before slipping out the door.

“¡Así que deja de preguntar!” he suddenly yelled [So stop asking!]. You flinched at his sudden harsh tone as you quickly closed the door behind you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel and briskly walked towards the exit. Your face tightened with a pensive expression as your mind raced.

Just what was going on with Miguel?

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