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roselyn-writing · 1 year

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College student reader x Profs Kuai Liang +18 NSFW!!

A/N; Yes as you saw it! You x Professor Kuai Liang 😏😏🥰, This is for you @subzero-simp hope you like it! ❤️❤️.

MINORS DNI 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️✋🏻🛑

You are a very good and talented student, You are a punctual and formal person. You are a straight A’s student.

One day, you enrolled for a history class, and on the first day, you came on time. You are surprised to see the professor of the class is a very good-looking Asian man, You sat on the front seat near the professor’s desk.

Your professor is a handsome, muscular, beefy man, with neat hair, and lovely formal clothes suited for professors!

You cursed yourself for this, how can you stay focused if he was near you? Since he is very handsome and breathtaking.

“My name is Kuai Liang, And I will be your history professor this semester!” He introduced himself.

He looked at you, your heart started to beat fast, your sweats dropped, and he cooly asked you for your name.

“Name please!” He asked you.

“My name is Y/N L/N” you uttered, nervously.

“That’s a lovely name,” he mutters, with a smile on his face.

“Th-thanks!” You replied.

Then he resumed taking attendance before he starts the lesson of the day, As he was walking and talking about the lesson, he suddenly put his hands on your shoulders, Making you yelp in the process.

“Who was the first explorer to sail around the world?” He asked, waiting patiently for the answer.

“It was Cristopher Columbus!” You blurted out,

“Are you sure?” He cooly asked.

“Yes!” You confirmed.

“Tsk tsk, No it is not Cristopher,” Kuai stated” It was Ferdinand Magellan” He corrected,

“Oh!” That’s all you could mutter.

“Pay attention to the lesson!” He ordered.

The rest of the class went as He was telling a story, and all of the students were fascinated by him and the way he tells the lesson, Unlike you, you were daydreaming about how he is doing in bed, and you begin to realize that you are crushing on him.

The first day went well, so the second and the third day, you are always telling yourself to pay attention but you couldn’t help to daydream of him and his naked body, everytime he comes near you, you stop your daydreaming and pay attention. So that he won’t suddenly ask you questions about the lesson, you know that had become a habit for him to suddenly ask questions when he noticed that his students are daydreaming.

“Tomorrow is your first quiz! Be prepared for it!” He announced.

All the students silently sighed, because if they did he will bark at them, the class finished and you are ready to go for your break, But! Before you do, he stopped you.

“Miss L/N” He called.

“Yes, professor Liang?” You replied.

“Come here Y/N” He called again.

All the students had left the class, which made you a bit scared and nervous, He undressed his tie and loosen his shirt, which shows his clavicle, and your mouth nearly drooled at this.

“Miss Y/N, your performance in this class is excellent but! You are daydreaming!” He began.

“Yeah… you see,” you tried to explain.

“No excuses!” He interrupted you.

In one quick motion, he grabbed your hands to pull you to him, you nearly screamed but he hold your mouth.

“I know that you are daydreaming of me, Y/N” Kuai predicted.

“Yeah... I daydream of you!” You said.

Your face blushed so madly, your face looks like a tomato because of it’s redness, you know that you feel ashamed, because, you couldn’t help it! Your professor is very hot and you could not resist him

“See? It’s not hard to admit it!” He declared, as he is looking at your eyes, he didn’t admit it, but he loves your eyes.

“You are beautiful Y/N,” he commented.

Your face blushed again, and he gently undress your clothes, making you bare in front of him.

He gently kisses your forehead, your lips, your cheeks, and your breasts, you moan so hard that he muffled you with his hand,

“Shhh!” He shushed you.

He gently put you on the table, and after he did that, he hastily undressed his trousers, so that he can enter you.

But before he did that, he started to kiss every part of your body, with his cool hands he pinched your nipples, you nearly shouted, but he was quick to stop you.

“Shhh!” He shushed you again.

Your back arched, and your nipples are aroused, you continue to moan, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing so.

He gently penetrated your vagina, and of course, you bleed, it is a sign that you are a virgin, and he knows that. That’s why he didn’t get nervous or scared about it.

He continued to penetrate you, his pace is sloppy and slow, he gives you time to adjust to his size, and he is very patient and precise.

You continue to moan for the millionth time, he loves the way you moan, he loves your moans, they are music to his ears.

“Yes, moan for me!” He ordered you,

You moan to obey him, you moan and moan to please your lover, and he moans too, you aren’t the only vocal person in here, he is vocal too.

His pace started to get quicker and rough, you are enjoying this so much, and you continue to moan to match his pace.

In all honesty, you aren’t afraid of getting caught, you say to yourself “screw it! I don’t care!”, and you did, you don’t care, all you want is to be fucked by your sexy history professor.

You are surprised to know that he is still going, his pace started to go faster, rougher, more enjoyable, and pleasing for you!

“Ahhh” he moans, then he stopped, he completely stops to spill his semen inside of you.

You didn’t mind at all, in fact, you are very happy to have something of him inside of you!

“Consider that you are getting an A+ this semester,” he says.

“Thank you! Handsome professor!” You thanked him.

You and Kuai both kissed and make up, and both of you kissed each other hungrily

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kumeko · 1 year

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A/N: For the Sweet Like Honey Ferdithea zine! I wanted a bit of a historical AU which was a lot of fun to write.

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It was hot. Ferdinand tugged on his collar as he leaned against the carriage door, hoping that a cool breeze would blow through the slightly open window. Unfortunately, there was no relief to be found. Sweat beaded on his brow and upper lip as he suffered through the stuffy ride home.

There were many things he’d expected when he’d moved to the family’s manor in the capital, but this heat was not one of them. Then again, he wasn’t here to play, but to work. His father had finally entrusted him with Aegir’s formal duties. This was his chance to show his growth and just how far he’d surpassed Edelgard.

He wasn’t supposed to feel grateful that he only had to visit the royal palace once a week, that he could spend the rest of his time in the gardens in his manor. Ferdinand would certainly never admit that he longed for his country home, for the cool lake that offered a brief respite from summer. Sighing, he closed his eyes.

Perhaps he had a little growing up left to do after all. The carriage continued down the street, the ride slightly bumpy as he traversed over the cobbled road. Around him, villagers milled about on their daily business. A woman sang, her soothing voice inviting all to see her.

“Stop the car!” Ferdinand ordered, his eyes snapping open after the first note. He smiled as he climbed out of the carriage, not even waiting for the footman to open it—perhaps there was one more benefit to living in the capital now. Had he remained in the countryside, he would never have found a rare treasure like Dorothea.

Just across the street was the woman in question, coyly smiling at the gentlemen that passed her as she held out a daisy. With her ruffled red dress, she looked much like a flower herself. As a man stopped to buy a flower, she halted her singing and thanked him.

Just laying eyes on her was enough for him to forget the oppressive heat. Ferdinand hastily fixed his collar, no doubt wrinkled from his ride, before strolling over to her. “Dorothea.”

Turning toward him, Dorothea smiled softly before curtsying. “Lord Aegir. I am glad to see you well.”

Her voice always had a musical lit, whether she was singing or not, and he wondered what his given name would sound, rolling off her tongue. Ferdinand flushed lightly, resisting the urge to ask. It wasn’t proper. “As am I. Any difficulties?”

Hiding her mouth behind her sleeve, she giggled. “Nothing as great as yours, I imagine. I head you are accomplishing great things in the council.”

“While it is hard to fill my father’s boots, I strive to do more than just replace him.” Ferdinand puffed his chest, pride filling his chest. “I will bring the Aegir name to even greater heights.”

He wasn’t sure if he imagined it, but Dorothea looked impressed before giving him another charming smile. “I am sure you will.”

His neck felt oddly hot. Ferdinand resisted the urge to play with his sleeves; it was uncouth to fiddle about nervously. Glancing at her basket, he pulled out his coin purse. “I will take all of those.”

“Truly?” Dorothea’s eyes grew wide as a milk saucer. She glanced at her basket, then at him. “I could not possibly impose on you like that.”

“Nonsense.” Ferdinand smirked, remembering the words of his old schoolmate Lorenz. “It is the duty of the noble to provide for the commoner.”

“Still…”

Trying not to mumble, he added, “Moreover, it is an almost inadequate payment for your voice.”

Dorothea worried her lip before hesitantly pulling out a ribbon from her pocket. Gathering together the rest of her flowers, she tied them up. “When you put it like that, Lord Aegir, I can hardly refuse. Though my voice is nowhere near as impressive as you claim.”

She pressed a kiss on the flowers and Ferdinand swallowed thickly. “What if I hired you as my personal songstress?”

Dorothea froze, clearly not expecting that response. How could she? He hadn’t expected it himself. Ferdinand wasn’t sure where the words had come from, only that they were out and the more he thought about it, the better the idea became.

“You would not have to live on the streets like this, worrying about your next meal.” Ferdinand gently clasped her hand, ignoring the impropriety of it all. “If you were my—the Aegir’s personal songstress, then you would be secure for life.”

She looked at their clasped hands, then up at him. Laughing nervously, she slipped out of his grasp. “Lord Aegir! That was very forward of you.”

He looked away, embarrassed. “I am sorry for that burst of passion, but the offer still stands.”

Dorothea pressed the flowers in his hand, smiling gently. “It is a very generous offer, my lord, but I need some time to think about it.”

With an armful of flowers and an empty wallet, Ferdinand desperately hoped the answer was yes.

ii.

Ferdinand didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t have to be a genius to know that strolling through the back alleys unaccompanied was just asking for trouble—particularly a nobleman, dressed as richly as he was. Even with his sword firmly attached to his hip, he was an easy mark. While he had no doubt he could protect himself when pushed, he didn’t want to harm the very people he was supposed to protect.

It wasn’t too late to turn back. Ferdinand glanced at his hand, at the ribbon held tightly within his fist. Dorothea probably didn’t need the ribbon back. Every part of her screamed an independent woman, more than capable of handling herself.

Yet, she had spontaneously pulled out the ribbon. Its velvety red matched her dress. It was a rare colour for a commoner to have and the ribbon certainly must hold some value to her, even if it was of the sentimental kind. As a gentleman, it was his duty to return a lady’s items. That, and that alone, was the reason he was venturing into this unknown territory. That and not the fact that his stomach flip-flopped funnily when she hadn’t been at the square on the only day he got to meet her.

Squaring his shoulders, he boldly marched forward. All he had to do was find Dorothea and hand her the item. Unlike the streets his carriage rolled through, the alleys he traversed now were far narrower. Above him, strings of laundry criss-crossed the three-story buildings. Ferdinand wasn’t sure what he’d expected but it was fascinating all the same.

Turning right through an entrance way, he entered a small courtyard with a well in the center of it all. Sunlight streamed through the treetops, shining a spotlight on the woman standing in the center. Catching sight of her trademark dress and billowing hair, Ferdinand smiled. Some small part of him relaxed and it had been worth it, searching for her. Even more than the policy meetings, she was the highlight of his week.

Around her stood a gaggle of small ragmuffins. Ferdinand softened at the sight. Dorothea spoke to them, clearly used to taking care of them, and he should have expected this nurturing side of her. He wasn’t sure where the thought came from, but for a moment he imagined a red-headed girl tugging on her skirt, a brunette boy—

“Alright, the nobles were really easy this week, so we sold out earlier than I thought,” Dorothea said, her voice cutting through his nonsensical fantasies. “You’ll have to gather more than usual.”

Ferdinand blinked. That didn’t sound like Dorothea. Gone was her musical lilt, her well-mannered soft-spoken words. This woman sounded like a crude caricature of her.

“So we have lots of money?” a little girl asked, hopping up and down eagerly.

“Kinda?” Dorothea rubbed her neck. “It’s not much, in the long run, but it’s definitely a good haul.”

For a moment, Ferdinand wondered if he was having a nightmare. Maybe Dorothea had a twin sister she hadn’t told him about. If he stepped back and returned to his carriage, he could pretend none of this happened.

“Dorothy!” A boy tugged on her skirt and pointed at Ferdinand before he could escape. “Who’s that?”

“Who’s—” Dorothea stared at him, her mouth agape.

He was pretty sure it was the mirror image of his own dumbfounded expression, because honestly, what could he say about this?

“Children,” Dorothea murmured, looking at them now. The musical lilt had returned to her voice. “Please, run along while Lord Aegir and I discuss important matters.” She looked up at him, a soft smile on her face, and Ferdinand couldn’t believe this woman and the one he’d seen just two seconds ago were the same one.

The children all scrambled, disappearing into alleys and cracks that Ferdinand would have utterly missed otherwise. As much as he wanted to watch, his attention entirely consumed by the vision of Dorothea approaching him. She gently took his hand, tugging him over to the well. “Lord Aegir, I did not expect to see you today.”

“I…” Tongue-tied, Ferdinand followed her lead. Her arms were stronger than she let on and he didn’t resist as she forced him to sit on the well’s edge.

“What brought you here, Lord Aegir?” Dorothea asked now, her tone sugar sweet. Her eyes gave her away, though, and he couldn’t look away,

Lamely, he held up the ribbon that started it all. “I wanted to return this to you.”

Dorothea looked at the ribbon, then at him. Clearly, this wasn’t the answer she’d expected, and she took a few minutes to recover before finally replying, “That was very kind of you.”

“It was nothing,” he murmured, still unsure of how to react. Maybe he was asleep in his carriage, still riding home. Getting up, he said, “I will just return—”

“Not yet.” Dorothea pushed him down firmly.

They stared at each other, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever really looked at her before. Beyond her coquettish eyes and petal pink lips, she had a strong jaw. The jewellery around her neck wasn’t as fine as he’d remembered, more of a cheap replica, and her elegant dress was older than he’d thought.

He couldn’t have been the only one to miss all of that.

Dorothea crossed her arms and sighed. “So the cat’s out of the bag.”

Once again, her voice took on a rough tone, utterly stripped of all the varnish from before. Ferdinand lowered his eyes, not sure of where to look. “Have you always been…” he trailed off, not sure how to complete the sentence politely.

“A street urchin?” Dorothea supplied, clearly having no qualms with the situation. “Yes, though I earned your money fair and square, so don’t even think about taking it back.”

At that, his head shot up, denial on his lips. “I would never!”

Dorothea snorted, an inelegant sound. He was certain his image of her was utterly shattered by now. “If you say so.”

“My word is my honour.” Unable to handle the insult, he stood up. “As you said, you did earn that money. It would be uncouth of me to ask for its return over something like this.”

“Something like this…” Dorothea raised a brow, gesturing at herself. “You realize this was a scam, right?”

“However, your singing was not,” Ferdinand argued, feeling more worked up about this than he ought to. Today was a day of discoveries, it seemed.

Once more, Dorothea was caught off guard and she bit her cheek. Softly, she muttered, “No, I suppose not.”

They stood there, in an uncomfortable silence, before Ferdinand asked, “Those children, are they…”

Dorothea cocked her head, confused. “Are they—” Realizing at that moment what he meant, she laughed. It was a rough, hearty sound. It was oddly charming. “Please, like I could handle that many brats. They’re just orphans like me.”

“How admirable,” he replied, relaxing slightly.

“There’s nothing admirable about it,” she denied immediately. Despite her words, she sounded fond of them. “They help me and I help them, that’s all there is to it.”

Ferdinand disagreed, but he didn’t want to argue any further. The silence between them felt more comfortable this time. He wondered if she felt it too, this atmosphere that was nothing at all like the other times they’d met. She had no pretenses this time, no flowers to sell, and he wondered if it’d be too bold to ask to spend a little more time with this Dorothea.

“I’ll help you back,” Dorothea said, breaking the spell.

For a moment, he wondered if he’d accidentally asked it aloud. “What?”

“It’s getting late and I know you don’t know this part of town.” Dorothea smiled, teasingly, as she gestured at where he’d entered. “This isn’t really where lords and ladies come, after all.”

But you are here, he thought. Looking at the sky, the sun was low, and reluctantly he had to agree. It was time to head home. “I would be grateful for the assistance.”

She loped an arm through his, pressing closer than he’d expected. “Besides, I can’t lose my best customer, can I? You’ll keep buying my flowers, right?”

Her tone was half-playful, half-serious, and Ferdinand nodded. “Of course I will.”

He might have imagined her adoration the last time they’d met, but he wasn’t seeing things when the tension left her shoulders. Even if she only saw him as a coin purse, she at least trusted his word. “I will see you next week then, Lord Aegir.”

Her tone grew more formal as they got closer to the square, and he missed the rough but familiar way she’d addressed him before. “Call me Ferdinand,” he asked before he could regret it.

Dorothea blinked, caught off-guard. “Pardon?”

“My given name.” He cleared his throat nervously, wondering if he’d misread her earlier. “I assumed, given it all, it would be easier for you to call me by my name instead of my title.”

Dorothea didn’t say anything, studying him with dark, unreadable eyes. Her hand slipped out of his arm and his heart sank. “You can make it the rest of the way, Ferdinand.”

In her normal voice, it didn’t sound anything like how he’d imagined. He was enamoured all the same.

iii.

“I thought you knew better than to come here,” Dorothea sighed, sitting down on the well’s lip. She wasn’t wearing her trademark dress for once, instead a simpler brown one that did little to hide her beauty. She crossed her arms and raised a brow. “You do know how dangerous it’s for you, right?”

“I could not locate you in the town square,” Ferdinand answered, a little tongue-tied. He wasn’t sure how she had that effect on him; like a siren, she left him stunned. Touching his sword, he smiled. “You will find I am more than adequately prepared to face any thugs.”

“You won’t last a second,” she disagreed immediately. Realizing something, she pursed her lips as she considered him. “Didn’t you only come once a week? It hasn’t been a week yet.”

Ferdinand coughed awkwardly. “I had several errands to run today,” he lied, hoping the truth was not as obvious as he felt it was. There was no way he could say he couldn’t stop thinking of her.

She looked at him doubtfully before shrugging. “Well, you’ve seen me now. Anything else?”

“I…” Ferdinand rubbed his neck, struggling to come up with something to say. He was the heir to the Aegir dynasty, a man trained in several languages and a broad variety of subjects. It should be child’s play leading the conversation.

It somehow was anything but. He awkwardly sat down next to her, trying not to think about how dirty the bricks were or how they’d stain his clothes. Looking around the empty courtyard, he asked, “The children are not here today?”

“It’s not like we’re always together.” Dorothea chuckled, shifting slightly to make room for him. “It’s only when I have to get more stock or divide the spoils.”

“Oh.” Ferdinand wondered how long she’d been doing this. She’d called herself an orphan—he had assumed till now that the orphanages provided adequate protection but clearly that wasn’t the case. How had she survived before using her voice? Still, there was a new way forward, and he asked once more, “Would you be Aegir’s personal songstress?”

Dorothea looked at him as though he were mad. “You were serious about that?”

“Of course.” Ferdinand smiled. “I meant every compliment about your voice; it is a treasure. Beyond that, however, I can provide you a stable income.”

“You said that before too, but I thought you were just another lord, jerking around a commoner.” Dorothea rested her cheek on her hand, looking unsettled. A small part of him was glad, he felt like that all the time around her and it was about time she felt it too. “But I guess you’re not just an arrogant noble, huh?”

His jaw dropped, utterly offended. “I will have you know the Aegir family does not—”

“Seeing is believing, Ferdie,” Dorothea replied cheekily.

“I donate—Ferdie?” Distracted by the nickname, he dropped the other matter. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not by this development.

“Ferdinand’s a bit of a mouthful,” Dorothea explained. Her tone was light, but her eyes were sharp. He had no doubt that she was far more intelligent than she let on. “So I thought I’d mix things up a little.”

“Ferdie,” he repeated. A name no one else knew. A name that just Dorothea would call. Oddly enough, he liked it. “I suppose I can accept that, Doro.” Every part of him rebelled against this attempt of a nickname and he mumbled, “…thea.”

Dorothea snorted, catching on. “Oh, that’s adorable, Ferdie. Try it again.”

“Absolutely not.” He looked away, embarrassed. Trying to steer the conversation back to something he was more comfortable with, he asked, “Will you accept my offer?”

“Maybe if you say ‘Doro’, Ferdie,” Dorothea laughed. Noticing his serious expression, she scoffed, “You really want someone like me?”

“Of course I want someone like you,” Ferdinand replied, not understanding the self-depreciative tone she gave.

Dorothea flushed lightly. Pushing a lock behind her ear, she conceded. “I’ll think about it, but you know, you’ll regret it if I say yes.”

Ferdinand highly doubted he’d regret anything.

iv.

“You moron,” Dorothea scolded, fury radiating off her entire being as she firmly sat him down on a bench. There was nothing gentle about her methods, though they were thorough all the same. “Didn’t I tell you not to come here every time?”

Ferdinand should be more concerned with the gash on his arm, just barely accessible by rolling up his ripped shirt. He should also worry about his wallet, snatched by a discerning thief. His attention, however, was utterly engrossed with the woman sitting before him, pinning up his sleeve and dabbing his injury with a handkerchief. “Then I would not be able to meet you.”

“You can meet me in the town square, I’m there often enough,” she replied crossly, though pink roses bloomed on her cheeks. It was probably anger. He hoped it was something more. “There’s no reason for you to come to the slums.”

“You were not present today,” he pointed out.

Dorothea jerked her head up now, looking at him incredulously. “You don’t have to see me every day!”

Part of him wanted to point out that it wasn’t a daily thing, that sometimes days passed without them seeing one another, but he couldn’t deny that if he could, he would. He wanted to see her hourly, and not in these tiny snatches of time.

Dorothea ploughed ahead, shaking her head. “I told you you were an easy mark and look what happened!”

“I protected myself,” he defended himself weakly.

“You got injured and lucky,” she hotly contested, wrapping the bandage around his arm tightly. As she tied the ends, she sighed. Looking up at him, she murmured, “Look, don’t come here anymore, okay? You won’t be so lucky next time.”

Ferdinand shook his head, rejecting the concept entirely. “On those days you are not—”

Dorothea glared at him. “I’ll be there. Whenever you come to the square, I’ll be there. Just don’t come here.”

It was an acceptable trade off, though he knew he could defend himself adequately. He had only been caught off guard this time, and he would never make that mistake again. “If you were the Aegir songstress, we would not have to worry about this.”

Dorothea looked at him in disbelief before laughing. “If you can still say that, you must be fine.”

As promised, she was at the town square the next time he came. Dressed up in her velvety red dress, her hair flowing down her back as she carried a basket of flowers, she smiled at passing noblemen as she regaled them with her songs. Before, Ferdinand had never thought twice of it. Now, he could see the farce for what it was.

More than that, though, he could feel his jealousy rise, even at something as inconsequential as a smile. It was idiotic, really; he had the well, he had her nickname, he had pieces of her that these nobles would never see. And yet, he couldn’t squash the feeling.

“Lord Aegir.” Catching sight of him, she greeted him as though he were just another noble.

His heart twisted at that. Pulling out the neatly washed and pressed handkerchief, he held it out. “I wanted to return this, Dorothea.”

“Lord Aegir!” Dorothea flushed immediately, her skin now matching her dress. She glanced around furtively to see if anyone had noticed, before gesturing to a nearby alley. “May we continue this discussion over there?”

Puzzled, he agreed, following her as she hurriedly marched to the alley. The moment they were alone, she whirled around and poked his chest. “Ferdie,” she hissed, looking more embarrassed than angry. “Someone could get the wrong idea.”

“The wrong idea?” Ferdinand cocked his head, not following.

She snatched the inoffensive cloth out of his hand and waved it in front of his face. “Do you know what this looks like? An affair! Do you want everyone to get the wrong idea?”

“Oh.” Now that he thought about it, his friends had exchanged similar trinkets with their lovers.

“Oh,” she repeated, rolling her eyes as she stuffed the handkerchief in her pocket. “Honestly, Ferdie, I thought you were smarter than that! You can act like we’re at the well, not when we’re surrounded by so many nobles. Now, let’s head back before anyone notices.”

They would go back to formal language, he realized belatedly. They would go back to Lord Aegir and meaningless conversation and he would never hear Ferdie from her lips again. Ferdinand clenched his jaw. “No.”

“No?” Dorothea stepped back, bemused.

Before she could retract her hand, he clasped it. “No,” he repeated firmly.

She looked utterly scandalized before confirming quickly that they were still alone. Dorothea tried to yank her hand free and when she failed, she frowned. “Ferdie, someone will get the wrong idea—”

“It is not the wrong idea,” he corrected, adjusting his grip so his fingers intertwined with hers now.

“It…isn’t…?” she repeated slowly, staring at their enjoined hands.

“All this time, I have been asking the wrong question. I never wanted you to be the Aegir songstress.” He reached forward, cradling her cheek with his free hand. Her skin was softer than he’d imagined. She closed her eyes as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. “Will you marry me?”

“Marry?” Dorothea’s eyes flew open, her slightly dazed look disappearing. He had not thought she could turn any redder, but she proved him wrong now, her flush running from her chest to her forehead. “You’re the heir to the Aegir household!”

“I am a man in love with you,” he replied simply, not caring for his title or position. He wasn’t sure when she’d stolen his heart, but it was hers to keep.

“Love?” she squeaked, eyes wide. “Ferdie—you can’t be serious. I’m just a flower girl!”

“There is no just about you, there never was.” He squeezed her hand. “I could write sonnets of your beauty, your wit, your—”

Dorothea squeaked again, embarrassed. “I-I get it.”

Ferdinand bit his lip when she didn’t say anything else. “Do you love me?”

“You can’t just ask a woman that,” Dorothea muttered, leaning into his touch. She gave him an utterly helpless look. “I was trying to keep my distance, and now look what you’ve done.”

His heart leaped to his throat, and he leaned closer. “Then?”

“It was always yes,” she replied, her eyes fluttering close as she tilted her head up to meet his. “Like I could answer anything else.”

He wasn’t sure how his arm found its way to her waist, how her hand tugged on his hair, or how their bodies pressed on another in a way that would be frowned upon by any onlooker. Only, that his lips were on hers, and he hadn’t realized that happiness could have a taste till now. It was sweet, like honey.

He could spend the rest of his life chasing that taste.

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mourntheantagonist · 3 years

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billy hears about how steve can make guys cum untouched just with his fingers/dick. he gets keyed up, post s2 or s3 (whichever floats your boat) and goes to steve begging for him to finger billy open then make him cum untouched.

wHO TOLD YOU!!?

who exposed me??

coming untouched is my favorite thing hhhhh

I revealed this information to only a small number of people I’m coming for all of you 🔪

anyway... I hope you enjoy this because i sure did

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Billy approach’s Steve at his locker with both the bravado of a man on a mission and the nervousness of a twelve year old asking his crush to dance.

Billy had learned a very interesting rumor about his boyfriend from the pitcher for the baseball team. After several attempts of the guy trying to get into Steve’s pants, Billy was unleashed to put the kid into his proper place. Billy refrained from anything too physical, knowing if he left any marks on Saunders he would definitely be receiving the cold shoulder from Steve. And it’s not like he could blame the guy. If he had been on the receiving end of one of Steve’s magical blow jobs and had that taken away, he might have done the same thing.

Billy just shoves him around a bit. Makes a few veiled threats that he doesn’t need to know have zero merit. Steve has truly made him soft. But still, Billy’s reputation preceded him. Dixon Saunders easily submitted.

But before Billy could walk away he had to open his big mouth.

“Word of advice. Let Harrington in the backdoor. You’ll be fuckin’ seein’ stars I tell you. Doesn’t even have to touch.”

Billy allows himself to walk away. Manages to fight the urge to probe him with all his questions. But those words they fucking bore a hole into his brain and he’s gotta know. He’s gotta experience that first hand for himself.

“You free after school? I wanna test out a rumor.” He says, leant up against the locker in an attempt to seduce, while also masking the scared little kid inside him as he beats around the bush.

Steve and him have not progressed past hand jobs and blowjobs. Billy’s only ever had actual, back breaking, sex once. And he wasn’t on the receiving end. So this was uncharted territory for him. But his dick twitched every time those words echoed in his skull.

“Doesn’t even have to touch.”

“And what rumor would that be?” Steve asks as he shoves the remainder of his books into his locker.

And Billy can’t bring himself to ask for it. Not here where people can see Steve laugh in his face. No, he’d rather lose his dignity in private.

And it’s not that Billy thinks Steve will laugh at him for wanting it, but laugh at him for the clear desperation he has for it.

“I’ll tell you when we get to your place. Wouldn’t want it to spread around school.”

Steve just laughs it off and nudges Billy’s shoulder, but Billy’s already looking him up and down with a bit lip and hungry eyes. Because Steve is looking like an entire meal right now. Wrinkles next to his eyes and shiny white teeth exposed with his smile. Long fingers brushing through his hair.

He wants.

He needs.

He doesn’t know how he intends to make it through the last hour of the school day without popping a boner in history class. Having to come up with a reason why the assasination of Franz Ferdinand has him so aroused.

When they’ve finally made it to Steve’s house Steve is begging Billy to tell him the rumor, and billy is begging for something else entirely. Billy pushes Steve down onto the couch and gets into Steve’s lap. Facing towards him with a knee on either side of Steve’s legs. Steve wraps his arms around Billy’s back as Billy leans down to kiss him. Steve’s neck craning upwards to meet Billy’s lips.

“A little birdie told me you can make a boy come untouched. That true?”

And Billy was correct to assume Steve would laugh. But it isn’t a mocking laugh. More delighted and intrigued.

“Well if you want me to do that we’re gonna have to get you in another position.”

And suddenly Billy is flying off his lap and Steve is dragging Billy up the stairs and into his room. Bending Billy over against the bed, propped up by his hands until Steve knocks him down to his elbows. Billy let’s out a quiet chuckle at this amount of aggression and heat he’s not used to seeing out of Steve.

Steve reaches for his bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube from one of the drawers, sparing no time at all before yanking Billy’s pants downs to his knees and squirting a bit of lube onto two fingers.

“You’re sure you’re ready for this?” He asks, and Billy is already spreading his legs. Bracing himself. Yeah. He’s fucking ready.

“If you don’t start right fucking now I’m going to scream.”

Steve laughs before sliding in one slicked finger. Billy’s fingered himself before, but this right here was an entirely different ball game. When he did it to himself he could never get the angle quite right. And the added fear that his father could walk in on him with fingers up his ass, he’d rather not entertain that.

The one finger felt good. Better than he could achieve himself. But he definitely wasn’t seeing stars.

By the time Steve added in a second finger he started to feel it. Not overwhelming pleasure, but the desperate need to touch himself. He was already leaking pre onto the bed sheets, gripping the cloth tightly and clenching his teeth to fight the urge to stroke his dick. His hard, red, throbbing dick.

Okay maybe he wasn’t entirely ready for that.

Steve’s fingers are now scissoring inside him spreading him apart slowly and teasingly. He’s slow and meticulous and he’s doing all the right things. Billy feels the need so bite down on something. His nails now digging into his palms, sure to leave marks. He’s sputtering nonsensical pleas to speed up. More more more.

Then there’s a third finger and Billy lets out and embarrassing moan.

He needs Steve inside of him. Now.

And apparently Steve agrees as he slowly removes his fingers from Billy’s hole, Billy letting out a deep breath as the pressure is released.

Suddenly Steve is flipping Billy onto his back, ripping his own shirt off, pulling Billy’s jeans the rest of the way down and over his ankles. Pulling Billy’s legs up to where they are now resting on his shoulders. Billy follows Steve’s lead and reveals his own bare chest. Unbuttoning the only two buttons that were ever fastened. His hands are too close to his dick for Steve’s liking. Billy’s so close to wrapping his hand around himself and holding on for dear life.

Steve grabs Billy by the wrists and pins them down to the bed just above Billy’s head.

“Hands off the merchandise. We’re testing the rumor aren’t we?”

And Billy just whimpers underneath the weight of Steve on top of him. He needs Steve inside of him. He wants so badly to come undone at just the feeling of Steve inside him. Tearing him apart. Destroying him until he’s a blubbering mess.

Steve releases one hand from Billy’s wrist hesitantly. Slowly to ensure Billy remains complaint and keeps the hand where it lies. Then he’s using the free hand to position himself, and it all feels like slow motion. Like time stops completely before Steve is complete filling Billy up. Then he’s pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace and Billy just wants to scream.

Steve is leaning over him, hands back on Billy’s wrists, kissing, sucking, biting on Billy’s neck and the show is almost over for him. Tears spilling out of his eyes. He’s desperately fighting against Steve’s grip on him.

“Come for me baby.” He whispers in his ear with a breathy moan. “I’m close too.”

It’s the combination of the hot breath against his ear and one final thrust that he feels all the way to his stomach that does it all for him. Almost instantaneously he’s shooting off onto Steve’s chest. He’s not seeing stars. He’s seeing the whole damn galaxy.

And he could easily get hard again at just the sight of Steve on top as he comes inside of him. Mouth agape as he releases a heavy and unsuppressed moan. Hair filling into his face, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looks fucking ethereal. Of course a boy who looked like that would live up to the rumor. But there was never really any doubt in Billy that Steve would deliver. And boy did he ever.

And then Steve’s aggressive performance from just a few minutes ago is flipped on it’s head. Slowly removing himself from inside, Billy feeling as Steve’s come slowly drips from his hole. Steve coming up to his face to gently push a hair out of his face before peppering gentle kisses to the space below his eyes where shedded tears came to rest.

“I would ask you if the rumors are true, but I think that’s kinda obvious don’t you think?” Steve says with a little smirk.

Billy scoffs before gently moving a now freed hand up to grab Steve by the chin. Angling his face to his eyes are locked straight on his own. “Shut up you cocky little bastard.” He says before pulling him down to meet his lips, wrapping his legs around him and locking his ankles together and pulling Steve down until Steve’s chest completely pressed up against his own.

“I’m still stronger than you. Don’t you ever forget it.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #mandi writes tresh #fanfic #headcanons #anon #lemons #🚨I’ve never written an*l before pls be nice I am but an innocent soul 🚨

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