[professor talis x fem!reader / nsfw / mdni]

the one time professor talis forgot to lock the door during one of your little…encounters, it almost cost both of you greatly. luckily for the both of you it was someone with an open mind.

you had been gone away on holiday recently and were just getting back to campus, so to say you both were a little too needy was a little bit of an understatement. it was after school hours like usual. you had come to his office under the guise of needing some help with homework and he was more than willing to see you.

he sits you pretty up onto his desk, large hands tenderly holding your waist, while jayce himself stood between your parted thighs. his lips pressed into your own with haste, eager to taste you after so long. your name slips from his lips in a soft groan as he breaks the kiss to move on. his beard scratches along your skin, down your jaw and onto your neck as he moves to trail hot, open mouth kisses along your throat; earning a low groan in return from you. one of his hands slides from around your waist to your thigh, inching his way forward until his palm pressed into what he desired.

“rushing today, huh, got somewhere to be?” you gasp as he palms against your core, your finger tangling into the waves of his dark hair.

jayce responds with a hum but with a tug on his hair, he answers you properly; “it’s been almost three weeks.” he groans, biting down onto your skin—as if he was a vampire who hadn’t had a meal in months. he doesn’t give you time to answer before he yanks your shirt up, pushing your bra up with the fabric, and pressing his mouth against one of your breasts. he quickly presses kisses into your skin before his lips wrap around one of your nipples; where he sucks on the sensitive nub harshly, curling his fingers to undo your pants next.

glad to know you weren’t the only one sitting on vacation with the lingering thought of missing this…or really just missing him.

“oh fuck professor…” you moan, arching into his touch as it slithers down along the curve of your throbbing core. it has been too long and you had gone the entire time without touching yourself while away— it was a little reward for yourself and him. once the two of you were finally reunited anyway.

just as his fingers slip beneath your panties, feeling the slippery wet of your cunt for just a brief moment— that’s when you both hear a knock at the door and the clicking of the handle turning. fear and panic set in quickly as you two try to disentangle from one another. he rips his hands away and attempts to help you cover up in the process as well but it’s too late, the door swings open.

and in walks another one of your professors— professor viktor.

and at first you think it’s all over. that you’d have to flee and leave the campus. but then you notice the striking red blush crawling across viktor’s pretty face as he closes the door behind him—oh. oh. things would get just a little more interesting and maybe adding one more to the fling wouldn’t hurt.

sub matt sub matt sub matt

“mmph…please mama” matt was currently rutting his hips against you, sweats hung low as he whined and begged in your ear for you to do something. he didn’t care what it was he just wanted you to touch him. but he didn't deserve it, all he did today was brag and lie to his friends about your guys’s sex life, acting like he was the one that had you begging, mocking you like you weren’t right there. yet here he was pathetically rocking his hips into your side a whining mess. "what happend to what you were saying earlier baby hm? where did all that confidence go?" matt let out a moan as precum stained the front of his sweats, his thrusts speeding up into your side as he mumbled apologies into your chest. "mm sorry…….so sorry please" his voice was strained as his eyes filled with frustrated tears "mm just...need you to touch me ma" he choked out, moans getting caught in his throat as he grew more sensitive "I think you should appreciate what your getting already yeah?be a good boy f'me and stop being so ungreatful" you tease smiling at how pathetic he looked right now, trembling as he rubbed himself against you. the spot on his pants growing wetter and wetter by the second. he wanted to tell you how mean you were being, how he would do anything for you to touch him, but nothing could come out. his mouth hung open and his thrusts grew sloppy as his orgasm crashed through him. choked sobs leaving his mouth as he panted and grinded against you through his high, 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵. matt looks up at the noise, seeing you holding your phone in your hand smiling at the pathetic boy, you rub your thumb over his bottom lip showing him the picture "look at how pretty you look baby" you coo "wonder what your friends would think about this"

@beamahhh

perv! matt x innocent! reader ♡

part one ‪‪❤︎‬ movie night

head canons found here!

w/c- 2091

“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”

that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.

you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.

you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.

before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.

your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.

today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.

your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.

it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.

there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.

at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.

you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.

you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.

you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.

you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ inspired by this fic from my girl @st7rnioioss ♡︎♡︎ perv!matt is soooo back i miss that freak

“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”

that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.

you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.

you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.

before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.

your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.

today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.

your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.

it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.

there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.

at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.

you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.

you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.

you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.

you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ inspired by this fic from my girl @st7rnioioss ♡︎♡︎ perv!matt is soooo back i miss that freak

٠ ࣪⭑ matt can’t keep his noises under control

your knees dug into the wooden floor underneath matt’s desk—hands wandering up and down his tense thighs as you looked up at him from the gap between the desk and his body.

he had been streaming for quite awhile, and you had sat by, watching the time tick by as he became more and more engrossed in his games and talking to the fans. you had meant to leave him alone—but it was too hard not to tease.

you hummed softly, your hands opening his legs to fit your body between them. one hand holding a grip on his right leg while the other trailed up to undo the button on his jeans. matt paused, his wide eyes peering down at you as he subtly shakes his head. his hand reached forward, muting the mic and turning the camera off.

record shy!matt

"cmon baby show the camera that pretty face" you coo, angling the camera towards his burnt red face. his head turned away from the lens, and into the sheets beside him. he brought a hand up to cover the side of his face that was still in frame. your hips were relentlessly pushing into him while his cock bounced from the force of your thrusts. "can't—fuck please from the ba—oh" he stuttered, mind going to shit as the tip of the silicon repeatedly hit his prostate. switching the angle you focused on his cock and showing the precum that leaked from the top and had a place on his stomach from the repeated contact.

a grunt escaped from the boy one that sounded like a poor attempt to regain control. his back arched off the bed and his head flew back into the pillows below, the stimulation fogging his brain and controlling his body. you smile into the camera once you realize his hand fell from his face, quickly you move the camera to catch a glimpse of his red and fucked out face. "flip over please— not my face" he whined, avoiding eye contact with the camera. switching the focus again you show the camera how well the skin toned dildo moved in and out of him. "taking me so well aren't you. look at how easy i'm sliding in"

his cheeks flushed at the praise and a small smile plastered across his face. you rub at his sides comfortingly as you pulled out while so he could get on all fours for you, for the camera. you set the camera aside but never switched it off meaning that the camera caught everything, caught the lip that was already forming in his sore legs, caught the shake in his arms as he tried to balance himself and the way he didn't want to back at you but couldn't keep his eyes away from the sight. the sight of you gripping the base of the cock and coating it with a new layer of lubricant, it made his stomach turn.

molding your hands into his hips you steady yourself behind him, knees pressed into the bed as you push back into him. a pathetic high pitched moan left his lips at the reinserting of the silicone, the stretch putting the arch in his back once more. your hips slap against his rear as you work to build up the pace you had before. all matt could do was cry out, no words no thoughts just sounds of pleasure, over and over again.

i picking up the camera again you show off his sweat glistened body, starting from where your bodies met to the his slightly toned back, and stopping at the back of his head. your fingers tangled in his hair roughly to catch his attention, needing his ears opened for when you spoke. "this is my favourite way to fuck you matt, seeing the arch in your back, and even when you try to hide from me i can always find you" you remind, pulling his head back and into the view of the camera.

summary: matt has the worst attitude all day, and when you two finally get home he has the nerve to ask you to touch him which you obviously deny, making him get himself off infront of you.

contains: sub!matt, male masturbation, slighttt humiliation, teasing, matt with an attitude, pathetic!matt, swearing, fluff.

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matt sits beside me in bed, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as i scroll through my phone. i'm wearing nothing but a small brandy melville pyjama set. matts favourite.

on a quiet night alone with matt like tonight, we'd usually be pouncing on eachother the first chance we get, but were not.

˗ˏˋ NEEDY ˎˊ˗ being his needy little thing

⟢ characters : Silco

⟢ warnings : fem!reader, degrading, toy-ification, implied dumbification, implied oral, implied cum swallowing, age gap, implied backshots

viktor is eager, hungry, his fingers bruising your thighs and tongue lapping between your folds heavily. his dark eyes are shut and small moans slip past his lips and straight into your cunt as he eats it — so pleased as if he were the one receiving mind-blowing head himself.

your toes curl atop the soft duvet and your fingers grasp at the hair at the back of his head, holding him in place as you rut your sloppy pussy against his tongue.

“taste so sweet,” viktor pants out, accent rolling heavy off of his tongue and voice slurred with what could only be described as fucked-out euphoria. “‘s so sweet, mama.”

“yeah, baby? you like the way my pussy t-tastes?” you coo, clit sliding against the tip of viktor’s nose with each upward buck of your hips. you’re making a complete mess of him, soaking his face and mouth with your slick, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“fuck, yes, love it s’much,” viktor slurs, tongue teasing at your entrance with gentle prods. it’s thick and hot, reminding you faintly of the monster tucked away in his pants, and you can’t help the small whine that rips from your throat.

“shit, vik, that’s it,” you gasp out, gut twisting from the sound of his fucked-out slurring and submission; he eats you almost thankfully, as if the mere act of doing so is a gift from the gods themselves. it’s enough to push you right to the edge. “make me cum, baby.”

and fuck, he does. viktor lets you hump his face and laps at your pussy in tandem, driving you straight up the wall and into an intense orgasm — and he sucks down your cum like it’s the sweetest nectar, moaning and whining as he does so.

viktor is so drunk on your taste that even when you pry helplessly at his head he stays nestled between your legs, tongue and lips caressing your swollen, throbbing clit, begging you, “jus’ one more, mama, please…”

so, piper may be hopping on the servicesub!vik train… 🌝

BUNNY!READER x SHY!MATT

you were perched prettily in matt’s lap, your fingers delicately placed under his jaw to keep his lips to yours, his tongue to yours, while his hands were resting on the side of your thighs, under your skirt.

the room was quiet for the most part, except for the occasional groans emitted from matt, whines slipping past your lips, as well as the lewd and dirty sounds from your intertwined tongues.

the textbooks next to you were long forgotten, left abandoned on your pretty bedsheets, pens scattered across the open pages. what was supposed to have been a study session had quickly turned into a make out session.