Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Dom Female Reader Characters: Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Connie Springer Rating:NSFW Content:Overstimulation, dacryphilia, marking, edging, brat-taming, forced submission, worship, orgasm denial
This is another request! AHHH! Thank you so much @Sayakarii for your support, I hope you enjoy it ^v^ Writing this was a blast! We stan horse boy up in here. <3
This is set in season 4 when Jean is 19-years-old :) There are NO SPOILERS for season 4 of Attack on Titan but there may be a few for the first 3 seasons. Please be wary. This is also not accurate to season 4, I’m just making shit up.
“Y/N! Watch out!” Your head snaps toward a blurred object flying towards your face. You narrowly dodge it with a quick adjustment to your in-air height. You glance back at Sasha who gave you the warning. “Thank you!” You shout back. You knew that going into battle was going to be a challenge, but never had you imagined it to be this degree. One wrong move or strayed attention and you’ll be dead in seconds. While, of course, you’re terrified – There’s also that rush of danger that seems to make you smile all the while facing almost certain death.
“Y/N I swear if you cheat death one more fucking time–” You hear a voice call out from the distance to your right. You look over to see Jean flying through the air with his brows furrowed. “Sir yes sir!” You holler before swiftly avoiding the debris flying through the air from collapsing buildings. You had always been known on the squad as the one who just barely misses death.
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“I’m tellin’ ya Y/N, this luck of yours is insane.” Connie huffs, throwing off his ODM gear. You follow suit, feeling the weight lift off of your waist. “It’s more of a curse at this point.” You joke. Feeling a strain on your neck, you rotate your head to stretch it out. “Get rest tonight.” The striking voice of your captain Levi echoes through the room. “From here on out there won’t be any breaks.” You groan quietly at his remark while you refill the tanks to your gear.
Your eyes dart up to Jean on the other side of the room. He appears grumpier than usual. In fact, it reminds you of your old training days with him as a teenager. You slide off the wooden boxes and trot over to him. “What’s with the sour look?” You ask, bending over so your eyes are level. Jean shakes his head as he continues to refill his tanks. "What? You ignoring me or something?“ You ask as you stand upright, throwing your hands on your hips. Yet still. Silence. Anger slowly bubbles inside your chest, growing impatient at his childish behaviour. "That’s it.” You grab him by the scruff of his neck and pull him towards you. “You’re coming with me.” With no further comment, he follows obediently.
Once you reach your personal quarters, you push him inside and lock the door. “Wanna tell me what that shit was about?” You ask, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. Jean clenches his jaw. Clearing avoiding eye contact with you. “You really don’t care. Do you?” His words catch you by surprise. “Pardon? Care about what?” “Yourself!” He yells, stepping closer toward you. “You have no fear for your own life. You go out into battle like it doesn’t matter if you return or not.” He pauses. Now frowning and heaving to himself. “Fuck you.” You look to the floorboards, trying to hide your smile as your tongue grazes over your lips. “And what does it matter to you?” You ask, looking back up at him with a cocky look plastered on your face. “Go fuck yourself.” He huffs whilst looking at you through his downturned eyebrows. “I think you should be a little nicer, Jean.” You warn, adding a vindictive emphasis on his name. “Or what?” He tests, getting in your face. Just a few mere inches away. “What can you do. Huh?” It was the one thing about him that never failed to tick you off, the headspace that he was always the one in charge no matter who he was facing. Aside from Levi of course.
You flash him a fake smile before grabbing a fistful of his hair and throwing him to his knees. Jean grips your wrist of the hand that’s tangled in his hair, trying to release the pressure on his skull. “Let’s try that again hm?” You grin, forcing him to look up at you. Jean scoffs at you and squints his eyes. “You really think you can dominate me?” His condescension just pisses you off that tiny bit more. “Yes.” You pull him in closer to you, tightening your grip which makes him wince. “I do.” He raises an eyebrow, obviously in denial that you could make him submit to you. “I’d like to see you try.” He titters. “Careful what you wish for.” You nudge the tip of your boot-covered foot against his crotch, taking note of the tent in his pants from being completely erect. “If I were mistaken, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” You tease, slighting rubbing him through his pants. “Tell me, what part made you hard? Was it when I pulled your hair? Or is it when I forced you onto your knees?” You shift in tone sent chills down his spine. Jean’s cheeks flush to a bright red, eyes slightly glazing over. You can tell he needs one more nudge to throw him into subspace. You graze your thumb over his bottom lip, now noticing him urging forward in desperation for a kiss.
You straighten yourself and walk away from Jean who remained on his knees, watching you intensely as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Come.” You command, throwing one leg over the other. Jean vigorously shakes his head as if to snap himself out of the state. “You really think I’m gonna–” “Jean.” Your tone now far more forceful. You lean forward and stare at him, eyes of ice and filled with intimidation. “I said come.” He says nothing. Strictly obeying your command, he attempts to stand. You click your tongue with displeasure. “No. Crawl to me.” Jean body visibly trembles under your command. He slowly but surely crawls on all fours and sits by your legs. “Good boy.” You lift his chin with your foot, making sure that he’s looking up at you. With no further words, you rest your leg over his shoulder. He makes no hesitation to kiss you through your clothes all the way from your ankle to your inner thigh. Worshipping your body as if you were his new God. You run your fingertips up his neck, his head tilting up with the movement. You lean further in to him, lips just inches away. Jean’s eyes begin to flutter shut, awaiting your contact. You barely sweep his lips with your own, far too light to be a kiss. “Hm. I don’t think you deserve it yet.” You whisper. His mouth gapes open yet he says nothing. A frown paints his face. You smile at his obvious frustration.
“Please…” His body jerks as your hands slowly explore his upper half. Every touch that you lay on his body just makes it all the more obvious that he’s in subspace. His sensitivity now at its max. “Please what?” You taunt. Knowing exactly what it is that he wants. He bites his bottom lip, trying to work up the nerve. “Help me…” His eyes full of desperation as he motions to his crotch. “Hurts.” You look down, considering giving him what he desires. A wicked plan brews in your mind. “Okay. Come sit up here.” You say, patting the spot beside you. Jean practically jumps to his feet and crawls over. You straddle his legs, leaving enough room to touch him.
You tie his wrists together with your belt and pull down his zipper at an almost agonisingly slow pace. Unsurprisingly, his cock springs free at the release from its previously cramped space. Jean exhales at the feeling. Even if you hadn’t known how horny he was before, it was oh so obvious now. Rock hard and already leaking precum. You smirk to yourself, taking it as a compliment. You slide your hand down his cock, coating it in his own precum. You set yourself for a rhythmic pace, not too fast for him to come yet not too slow to be dull. Jean dips his head back, engulfed in the pleasure. His mouth agape and letting out shallow breaths. You quicken your pace. His legs jolt at the sudden speed. Jean covers his mouth with his hand, knowing that anyone who walks past could hear through the door with cracks in the wood. He groans lowly, signalling that he’s close. As his voice begins to break, you let go. Taking away his stimulation and denying his orgasm. Jean whines and stares at you with a frustrated look. His flushed cheeks and heaving chest is a sight you find rather cute.
Purely out of spite from his behaviour earlier, you repeat this process. Over and over until Jean begs with tears streaming down his cheeks. You teased him until he because so sensitive that all it could take is one singular touch and he’d immediately come. “P-please! Please let me come. Please I need it so bad.” He cries out, not caring who hears. His eyes stained red from crying, the view of it all stirs an animalistic desire within you. You wrap your hand around his neck and lean in to his ear. “You wanna come so bad? Fine.” Your words send goosebumps over his body. He watches intensely as you slide your pants down just enough to expose yourself without having to remove your harnesses.
Jean inhales sharply as you hover yourself over his throbbing cock. With a devious grin, you quickly sink down. His entire length stretches your insides causing you to gasp. You had forgotten just how big he actually was. That one action is all it takes for him to reach his climax, shooting his cum deep inside of you. Jean’s body trembles from the release that he had been chasing for what felt like hours. His head rests against your shoulder where he attempts to catch his breath all the while choking back on his tears. You ignore his exhaustion and continue to bounce on him. Jean’s head springs up to look at you. “W-wha–” “You really thought I’d stop there? Oh no baby.” Your hips slam against his thighs. Jean shrieks at the overstimulation, still too sensitive from his orgasm. “Please!” He cries. “I can’t! I can’t come again! Hurts!” You remain ignorant, now picking up your pace. More tears fall from his eyes. In a moment of softness, you give in to a kiss. He hungrily kisses back, whining against your lips. “Good boy, just a little longer.” You pant, knowing that your own orgasm is vastly approaching.
As you approach the final build-up, your lips connect with his neck. Sucking deep hickies into his skin. Jean yelps at the overwhelming sensations. With your climax in close proximity, you bite down onto his shoulder. Sinking your teeth so deep into his skin that blood trickles from it. It seems as though not even Jean could compose himself as he comes for a second time, filling you completely with his semen. You ride out the high of euphoria, panting against Jean’s almost crumbling body. “If you… get off now… it’s gonna go everywhere.” He says between breaths. You laugh to yourself. “And whose fault is that mr you-can’t-dom-me.” Jean rolls his eyes and kisses your temple. “Definitely noted to listen to you next time.” You wipe his face of the now drying tears. “Levi said we should get rest tonight.” He watches as you free his hands from the belt-bind, the tightness leaving faint bruises. “Maybe don’t tell him about this…”
__________________________________________________________________ I’M BACK BITCHES I stayed up like all night writing this cos sudden inspiration. Also- Y’ALL I LEGIT MISS SUBSPACE SO MUCH WTF You know when you just like lose all concept of reality and it’s just ‘obey’ UGH Haven’t had any action in yonks heartbeenbrokesomanytimes :,)
The air at the sea now had a distinguishable smell. Whereas when you first arrived the smell was unknown and foreign. Now you came to recognize that it was the smell of salt from the blue body of water.
Each time the breeze blew, one could taste the salt in the breeze. It was welcoming, different and appealing. After returning to Trost for a short week, you were suddenly aware of the difference between the thick, polluted city smell and the light fresh smell of the sea. After returning to the camp, you also recognized that missing the city was ridiculous. Especially after how the painted night sky looked from the sand you sat on.
The sky was littered with more stars than you could ever imagine existed, their light shone brighter than that compared to the drowned out starlight that shone over the city. From the grainy sand you could see a string of thousands of stars lined down the night sky almost daily. It looked like someone had used a paintbrush and painted a singular thick stroke of milky white stars across the dark sky. Yet none of it compared to how each phase of the moon, and each twinkling star looked mirrored on the water’s surface.
The first time you witnessed the view, you were utterly breath taken by the beauty. You actually reached for the water to feel if in some possible way the stars floated down to dance on the water’s surface. But no. When your fingers met the water, the ripple disrupted the view. Regardless though, now you made it part of your nightly routine to admire the reflection from the cold sand when the stars did shine. Albeit it was easy getting entranced by the moment. Making you unaware of anything that could go on around you. Like now.
“Why did you leave the bonfire?” Jean’s voice broke the silence, his sudden presence startling you out of your stupor.
Jean Kirstein will always be a top contender for my ‘Most Unconventional Autism HC’
Something about the way his mother feels the need to show up and ask everyone to be nice to her son even though he has trouble making friends screams overprotective but well meaning autism mom and her neurodivergent son to me.
I genuinely think that his bravado was just an overcompensating sort of masking.
*JUST SO YALL DONT ATTACK ME I KNOW ERWIN ISNT A DILF CAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE KIDS AND NICCOLO ISNT NORMAL CAUSE HE ALMOST KILLED A CHILD BUT YK WHAT CLOSE ENOUGH
WARNINGS ⚠︎ manipulation, toxicity, taboo, gangbang/train, professor(s) x student, double penetration, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, bukkake, sir kink.
PAIRINGS ♥︎↝ prof!jean, prof!connie, prof!niccolo x f!reader. reader is at least 19+ and attends college.
SYNOPSIS♥︎↝it seems your three favorite professors all have something in common; they have an eye for you as their top student in class. but when your hidden secrets with them is suddenly exposed, you never expected your valentines to end up with all three of them in your guts.
WORD COUNT ♥︎↝ 4,100
NOTES ♥︎↝ this is for @haruchiyo’svalentines collab ! that one clip of jean, connie, and niccolo all together had me in a chokehold so i thought of writing a hot ass smut featuring them. wish all my lovelies a very slutty valentines <33
Lying is the most fun a girl could have.
It’s the best way to get whatever you wanted from men nowadays. Deceiving them into thinking your heart belongs to them and expressing how madly you’re “in love” with them. The college boys you’ve encountered hunt for one of two things; chasing a woman’s heart or carrying their mission. They make women as their trophy when she’s worthy of their reputation, or they finally settle down with what their heart longed for.
Oh, how managed to play well on both things.
It’s quite amusing to see how far you’ve come, having three different men wrapped around your finger. Specifically your professors. You know the game you’re playing is dangerous. You know what’s bound to come if the truth unfolds. But how could you resist the outcomes that feed your precious little ego? The pleasure, the rewards, the entertainment, the feeling of being desired and loomed over… All you had to do was blind your target with your radiance, stimulate their mind until their obsession over you worsens, and achieve your satisfaction out of it.
All it is to you is just innocent fun, a road paved to your entertainment and delight. Driving the dangerous wheels ‘till you break more than one broken heart. You believed that men were just so easy to toy around with. So easy to toy around with until you get bored.
The first man was your law professor; Connie Springer. Such questionable grades you had in his class lead to small conference periods and then tutoring sessions. He was curious. Way too curious. It took him one peak on your personal life, a fake narrative you made up of your struggle in college and at home. Though Professor Connie was skeptical of your made-up sob story, he was intrigued of you deep down. Taking you in, invading his mind everytime he sees you in class. It wasn’t until those discussions escalated; nonstop praising you for being a good, obedient girl for him during tutoring sessions.
“You were making it so obvious you wanted me to fuck you exactly like this. Bent over my desk just for me to ruin your pretty pussy… I’ll release all my stress out on you.”
You take thrill of how easy it was having him wrapped around your finger. It was a rocky process along the way, to fully convince the smart man that you feel the same way he does about you. And you finally got what you desired; the beautiful rewards. Good grades, a place for being his top student, and hardcore sex with him in his office after class. It’s just a fun game for you to play with his mind and feelings to get what you want.
Of course, you grew bored of just one man looming over you. You needed more. You needed the fulfillment and ego boost of playing with a man’s feelings for your own pleasure. It wasn’t until the second man, your culinary professor— Niccolo— was also enticed by you.
It’s fascinating to know there are various ways to win a man’s heart. One is through his stomach, and Niccolo’s absolute weakness is a woman who can cook well and bake sweets. Niccolo’s observed your culinary skills, slowly growing tantalized and captivated by not only the food you made, but by you. He was a good looking man to you, even treats you like you’re already his top student in class. To return his attention, you would leave special treats for him after class with a little note.
“Oh, baby… You taste so sweet. Grind on my tongue. Show me how much bad you wanna cum.”
Sweet treats and flirty little notes had lead to special “cooking sessions” with him after class. Sometimes you’d suck him off. Sometimes he’d let you lie on the counter and eat your pussy. He’d even bend you over the smooth counter, holding one leg up, and hammer into you relentlessly. You loved his dirty talk and the way he fingers you while you’re in his lap, able to make you squirt as lewd as possible. Filthy kitchen sex was the best reward for you when classes are finished and you were bored. When Professor Connie wasn’t available, Professor Niccolo it is.
A few weeks later, a unique scenario with another one of your professors gave you a different kind of fulfillment. English professor Jean Kirstein, the first man to fulfill his mission of chasing after your heart and not just your body. This is what you feared the most; the man wanting whatever you had to be morethan just a fling.
You wanted to ghost him. You wanted to break his heart right there and then. But you held back when Jean offered morethan just good grades, good rankings, and a good reputation for you in college. Outside of school, it caught you completely off guard when he satisfied your materialistic needs. Just as you satisfied him, he offered for you to stay in his luxurious penthouse for as long as you wanted. Aside that, he also offered to help pay for your tuition. He helped pay back your student loans. He helped pay for your car and even bought you a new car. He treated you with designer clothes, bags, shoes, and money straight to your bank account.
And all you had to do to keep a man like him in his life… was “love” him back the way he fell in love with you. He mentioned eloping with him when you graduate. As much as you found marriage and settling down repulsing, turning away from this opportunity would make you lose everything you had. And maybe deep down, the more you spent time with your sweet English professor, you had underlying feelings for him as well. You wouldn’t dare deny it.
Sex with Professor Jean was like Heaven on earth. He prefers to treat you with royalty since he cherishes you deeply, prefering to fuck you in his penthouse with a nice view rather than a classroom. In the car, in the shower, on his large couch by the fireplace… this fling was bound to become a secret relationship with him and you couldn’t do much except endure it for your own benefit. You loved it. You loved how whipped he was for you. You loved how he’d do anything just to make you feel good. Aside Professor Connie and Professor Niccolo, Professor Jean was the man you’d see every weekend.
“Look at how good you’re taking my cock. I know you love when I treat you like this. Let me kiss you again, sweetheart. I wanna taste your pussy again later.”
All these sneaky links with your three professors, yet you treat them all the same as an ego boost and for your entertainment. They were your perfect little boy toys. Professor Connie would be Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Professor Niccolo would be Tuesdays and Fridays. Professor Jean would be the whole weekend. It was all going according to plan for the past few months…
But it wasn’t until Valentines Day.
You nearly tremble where you stand, heart beating thickly and erratically when you found yourself cornered. You refused to speak, refused to move your body the slightest at how unprepared you were for the horror before you.
You see Professor Jean laid back in his seat, legs propped up on his desk as he kept twisting his ring. The same ring he gave you. Nearby was Professor Connie leaning against the corner of his desk, arms folded as his impassive gaze drifts to you. Then behind you was Professor Niccolo who leaned against the wall and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It felt like he was inspecting your body language and reaction, how you’d react to such a scenario you never thought would occur.
“You came,” you heard Jean speak darkly, the baritone in his voice reverberating in your head. In the back of your mind, you wished that he would speak to you like that when it was only you two. Curling his finger at you to walk to him as if you were having a punishment. Was it bad that you were slightly turned on by this, but at the same time scared shitless?
You had to think of something quick. Maybe they actually don’t know. Maybe they didn’t find out. Maybe it was just by coincidence all of your favorite boy toys were in the same room who knew you, but you didn’t know all of them at once.
“I— I’m sorry. I think I’m in the wrong room.” You quickly whirl around and grabbed the knob, ready to get the hell out of Jean’s classroom until Niccolo stretched his arm out and slammed the door shut, preventing your escape. The loud slam caused your heart to falter, chest tightening from your anxiety and your fear that they already know.
“You sure about that?” Niccolo rose a brow, his mutter so taunting yet chilling to you the same way Jean spoke earlier. Punishment could go various ways, and as much as you wanted it to escalate in the most filthy way possible, you didn’t wanna face theshame. It would tear your perfect ego. It would cost everything you worked for to fall.
But then again, did you truly belong to any of these men?
“Who told you you could leave?” The brunette professor spoke again. “I specifically called you here for a reason. We specifically called you.”
Professor Connie stood straight, adjusting his tie. “You know her as much as I do, Kirstein. She never listens until she gets punished. And she loves getting punished, am I right?”
Your body was growing hot. Your palms started feeling clammy. Behind was Niccolo’s presence creeping up to you and slamming his hands on your shoulders, causing you to flinch.
“You didn’t think each of us would find out who you’ve been seeing this whole time?” he muttered in your ear. “Such a coincidence that you’ve been fucking my close friends behind my back.”
“Ourbacks,” Professor Connie corrected, his nose flared in exasperation. “You told us that we were special. You told us that you’ve never felt this way about a man before. You said the same, recycled shit to us only so you could use us for sex and whatever you want.”
You needed to steer the attention away from the accusations and maintain composure. It was always your ego and feelings before each of them. But before anything else escalates, you resorted to putting on an innocent façade, victimizing yourself in order to set things your way and save your relationships. Play with their emotions. Let them know who’s in control. Make them fall for every pretty little lie you say.
“What. . ? What are you talking about?” you protested like a whiny puppy to Connie, slipping yourself free from Niccolo’s grip. “You’re the best law professor I’ve known and I’d never do that to you. I was nothing but sweet to you, Professor Connie!”
Connie frowned. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re gonna pull that card on me?”
“No, you wanna know what you really are?” Professor Jean stood up, his blank eyes narrowed at you like he couldn’t recognize you anymore. “You’re just a little whore, aren’t you? Letting anyone with a cock fuck you just to raise your grades? Give you money? Cater to your sweet tooth?”
“Woah, might wanna calm down on the names, Kirstein,” Professor Niccolo interrupted with a smirk. “She loves being called a little whore. She knows her place. But what she doesn’t know is that she’s also a manipulative, spoiled, dumb fucking bitch that’s only good for sex.”
“Really, Professor Niccolo?” you deflected at him, voice growing tender it almost made the man’s heart sink. “I’m the top student in your class and you were in love with the food I made. I admired you as the best cook and that’s how you felt about me the whole time?”
Professor Connie and Professor Niccolo exchanged looks. Professor Jean clenched his teeth, his jawbones more refined when pissed off. “You can’t lie to us anymore. We know what the hell you’ve done and manipulating your way out of this won’t get you out of here.”
You were running out of options. But that doesn’t mean there weren’t an infinite amount of ways this intervention could go. So, you resorted to something that could possibly save your relationships. You knew them long enough, assessing their weaknesses when it comes to you and what makes them much more enticed with you. Somehow, you can tell there was another underlying tension you sensed in the classroom rather than your dirty little secrets getting exposed. Jean kept narrowing his eyes at the two other professors speaking, specifically Niccolo right next to you.
“I— I don’t know what you guys are getting so upset for!” you consoled, darting your gaze to the three men and then to Jean. “I’ve always been good to all of you and now you’re shaming me for it? I’m sorry if I made you all upset. And Professor Jean, you know how much I respect you.”
You sauntered to the brunette professor with doe eyes and a coy façade, voice fading to a soft mutter. “How could you say that to your favorite student? After what I’ve done for you to keep you happy and… feel good…”
There was a pause. Professor Jean felt his heart somehow stutter. The honey in your voice as you spoke tentatively. The way your gleaming eyes weaved through his, and the lovely sight of your figure up close. His expression softened, but then faded back to frustration.
It was working.
These three men were whipped for you, regardless.
“I— I hate the way you’re trying to play coy. But at the same time,”—he side eyes Niccolo and Connie—“I hate how other men are making you feel good when it should only be me.”
“Oh, really now?” Connie retorted. “You’re fucking the same bitch as me and you don’t think of how I feel after finding out? You think you own her or somethin’?”
“She was never ours in the first place, jackass,” Niccolo hissed. “Not like you had a special connection with her anyways. You just fuck her after school and that’s all.”
“Shut the hell up! It’s not like that.”
“Oh, but did you have a special connection with her outside of school?” bragged Jean. “We’ve already had this fucking conversation before she came. I’m the one that had real chemistry with her.”
“Really? Just by helping her pay for her tuition and giving her matching rings?” scoffed Connie. “You can’t buy love with your fuckin’ money.”
“Yeah, and how do you know she loves you anyways?” Niccolo gibed.
The intervention was steering the way you wanted to be until Niccolo’s question. Although you secretly enjoyed the argument and having the tension turned away from you, you had to stop it right there. You had a perfect idea that just popped in your mind. And thinking about it excited you deeply, feeling your cunt furtively throbbing.
“Guys,guys,” you chimed in with your demure voice, stepping closer in the circle of the three men. “I thought you guys were all good friends, why argue? I know I’ve done some things I shouldn’t have done that caused this mess and I’m sorry but… there are better ways to handle this besides arguing.”
Niccolo gave a look that read, you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’? Connie and Jean glanced at each other with underlying skepticism, until, you reach both your hands out and caress their arms as if you were closing the circle. A sigh falls from your lips when all of them had their eyes on you, once again blinded by your radiance and beauty that they fell for. Jean can feel your hand travel up his arm so tenaciously, the sweetness of feeling your hand sending a gut feeling in your stomach.
Even though they know what you’ve done, they can never resist the temptation of drinking the heavenly sight of you, desiring nothing more than to have you as theirs. You can see it on each of their eyes. They were possessive. They were enraged. They couldn’t walk away from this, let alone speak under your authority. Your provocation, your prowess, your muse… they can’t escape it.
“You know, if one of you can’t have me… then how about all of you have me at the same time?” you smirked, the deadliest smirk corner to wicked corner of your sweet lips. “You can do whatever you want.”
Professor Connie slanted his head, glancing at Niccolo and Jean, then to you. “Whatever you want, you say?”
“Whatever. You. Want.”
“You truly are a little whore, aren’t you?” sneered Professor Niccolo, inching closer to you to caress your waist until he squeezes your ass.
Professor Jean cupped your cheek, raising your face to look at him and nearly melting at the sight of your doe eyes. “Get on your knees, then. Show how much of a dirty girl you are for us.”
This is exactly how you resolve a conflict with your sneaky links.
In that moment, you were too elated. The sounds of belts unbuckling, slacks unzipping, and your soft gasps of desperation sent the professors ablaze. Like a pack of wild animals during a hunt, it was as if they came up with a plan and were carrying it out together as a team without the need for words. You offered your mouth and hands for them, catering to their hard cocks sitting on your face.
“That’s it, baby,” Niccolo sighed out, throwing his head back. “You know just how I like it.”
You can feel Connie’s fingers suddenly probing into your pussy and rubbing over your clit. You mewled on Niccolo’s cock as he fingered you while Jean jerked off to this sinful sight. It has been a dirty little fantasy you briefly thought about, to get fucked in the most nastiest and filthiest way by all your favorite professors.
“Aw, you must be loving this, aren’t you?” Connie held your chin when Niccolo slipped his cock out, his warm fingers feeling your tongue. All you could reply was a moan and a weak nod, your eyebrows furrowed when he kept fucking your pussy with his fingers.
“You’ll address all of us as sir, understand?” Jean said as his cock already coated with precum rubbed on your face.
“Yes— yes, sir,” you weakly uttered before he shoved his cock all the way down your throat. He grabbed your head and pushed it back and forth, softly groaning at the sensation of your throat around him. You never disappoint him with the head you give him.
Everyone in the room can hear how wet you are, how much you’re enjoying yourself. Your cunt was ready for all of them, so slick and puffy you couldn’t wait longer for them to make you cum. Your clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining from Connie’s stimulation; so cruel and merciless, just like anytime he fucked you during tutoring sessions.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jean grunted out, hearing you choke on his sweet cum when he released in your mouth and coating his cock like honey on a stick.
“Get her on the desk,” said Niccolo.
The men were aggressive. The men were greedy. The men were like animals. You grew wetter and wetter with every rough move they made on you, like Jean ripping open your blouse from his impatience and Connie shoving your skirt up to your waist. He laid down on the desk and sets you on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock ready for you to sit on.
“You may have taken us one at a time, but can you handle us all at once?” Jean teased, his dick rubbing the folds of your open cunt.
“Fuck… please, please, please,” you whimpered, already overstimulated from such arousal your pussy and your thighs were glimmering with pools of wetness. “Please, sir. I want all your cocks in me. I want you to use me as you wish. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am.”
Connie spanks your ass from beneath, harsher on the side where your cute little devil heart tattoo was. “We know, baby, we know,” he sighed softly, chuckling along with Niccolo. “Sit on my cock, princess. You know what to do. Ride me and let Jean and Niccolo see how well you take me.”
You obeyed, spreading your legs further and inserting his dick into your cunt it made your head cloudy from the intensity. You proceeded to buck your hips back and forth, then use your lower body strength to bounce on him while circling your hips. Your moans were so uncontrollable, so raw and useless to maintain when he kept hitting the right spot like always in your cunt.
Connie held onto your hips and threw his head back at how good you’re taking him. Your thighs were starting to quiver. You can feel an orgasm nearing. You can feel all the tension build up. But before you were about to hit your high, Connie forces you to stop moving and slide his cock in your asshole, causing you to mewl louder. That’s when Jean dipped his cock into the combined wetness of your pussy, thrusting a few times that your mouth fell agape. Your pathetic moans filled the room, too brainless at how harsh the professors were fucking your holes. Niccolo stood on the desk and grabbed your head to make you suck him off. Your holes were all occupied at the same time.
“Fuck. You look so hot right now,” grunted Jean as he pushed your legs further to spread them wider. “Gonna keep cumming in your pussy. Take everything.”
Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, dripping between your legs and onto Connie’s cock. Your ass was stretched, more than it had ever been, from the ongoing penetration then withdrawal of their cocks, with the different sizes and with different fucking techniques.
Soon you were bent over the desk, Niccolo fucking you while you sucked off Connie. Then you were on top of Jean while on the carpet, thrusting into you like an animal in heat as you took turns sucking off Connie and Niccolo. Multiple positions and multiple orgasms lead to a huge mind break. Not a proper sentence could be formed with such slurred speech and exhaustion.
You were a whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for the professor’s cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass slapped multiple times raw by their strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock. Even when they weren’t inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. The professors let you on the floor again, releasing their cum all over your face and body. You were too drained to swallow them all, letting the rest of your energy allow you to mutter a simple, “thank you sir.”
You were left like that. Alone, draped in cum. But deep down you believed they still weren’t satisfied, and them stopping was just a break to recuperate their energy. By the time you fell asleep, you woke up in an empty storage closet, arms tied up above your head and yoir body in an irritating position. You were squatting, your legs tied together as well and spread far apart to prevent from closing them. Your mouth was also covered by ductape.
You feel something throbbing in your pussy again, making you moan pathetically until you realized there was a vibrating dildo taped inside your cunt. You kept squirming around, helpless and weak from the ropes, and the hot, intense sensation of the vibrator. It was dark. Nobody was outside. You had no idea how you got here, but all you could embrace was the torment of this forbidden pleasure. Cumming repeatedly until you make a mess of yourself, tugging on the ropes and shamelessly grinding against that vibrator.
An hour later the door opens to Professor Connie, smirking at you and the masterpiece of a little slut you were made into.
“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?” he chuckled. “You’re nothing but a sex toy for us now, understand?”
