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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.

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I felt his right hand grip my hips, stifling my desire to thrust into his left hand before the thought even crossed my mind. Mr. Hastings was good. He was fucking good. So fucking good.

“Am I now?” I heard him growl against the skin at the back of my neck. Did I say that last part out loud? Again?

“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping the chalk still in my hand tightly. I needed to brace myself against something, anything before I collapsed. Without thinking, I pressed the chalk-hand to the board, and couldn't help the small jump as I heard it snap.

“Not here, not now,” he breathed, his tongue flicking out to lick at the sweat that was gathering just under my hairline as I felt him grinding hard and kind of erratically against my jeans-clad ass.

Was that...? Was he trying to tell me that this could be more than a one time thing? Was I dreaming? Holy fucking shit in a flaming bag on a doorstep. Desmond fucking Miles was going to get laid... eventually.

And that thought was really all it took to get me groaning again. Seriously, there were no words. I had absolutely no words for how fucking amazing it felt to be jerked off against a fucking blackboard by the hottest teacher in school. His thrusts against my ass were pushing me harder into his grip, and I couldn't even really control the pace if I wanted to.

I didn't know how much time passed until I heard something other than panting and groaning against my neck. And those two words whispered through obviously gritting teeth were all it took for me.

“Ah, Desmond.”

I tried to bite back the loud sound as I felt a heat spread across my ass, Mr. Hastings grinding forward with some sort of British obscenity that I didn't catch breathed onto my skin. And there it was. My vision blacked out a little as I painted the bottom of the blackboard. I felt my knees waver a little, but a tightening grip on my hip brought me back to myself enough to lock my knees. We stood there for a moment before I felt him tuck my shit back into my pants.

“Well, then,” he said, pulling away to look at some of my spunk that had gotten on his hand.

“Yeah,” I replied intelligently as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off his hand.

“You're free to go, Mr. Miles,” he said, turning to walk back towards his desk.

What? That was it? I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm not like some kind of crazy cuddler or something, but...

“So that's it?” I couldn't keep it in.

He sat down at his desk, pulling a card from a drawer as he opened his record book. “Were you aware, Mr. Miles, that you are just barely passing my class?” What? How the hell does that matter when he totally just jerked me off against the fucking blackboard? “I believe you may benefit from additional assistance.” Maybe it was the post-fucking euphoria getting in the way, but what the fuck? “Here is the number for a tutor. I suggest you give him a call to schedule something.”

My surprise morphed into a frown as I snatched the card from his hand. With a look that I hoped was more angry than hurt, I looked at the card in my hand. I looked back up at Mr. Hastings, then back down again at the card.

Shawn Hastings, Ph.D.
Professional History Tutor
555.1212

Oh. Well, shit. Don't I feel like a complete dick?

“I'm sure I'll be hearing from you soon, Desmond.” The grin on his face made my dick twitch.

“Yeah,” I replied, mind racing. It was too much to process at once, especially with my dick deciding to let me know that he was totally interested in going again, just from the way Mr. Hastings said my fucking name. I quickly grabbed my backpack and opened the classroom door, looking back over my shoulder. “I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Hastings.”

“Tomorrow, Mr. Miles. And please make sure you're on time. I wouldn't want detention to become a habit of yours.” There was a knowing smile on his face and I couldn't help but stare.

“On time. Got it,” I replied with a returning smile, ducking through the doorway and closing the door behind me. As I walked down the hallway, I wondered just how many detentions you could get and still be allowed to graduate.

YESSSSSSSS. I have been waiting for the rest. Anon, this ending made my day. You are an excellent writer.

I absolutely love how Shaun has business cards for tutoring. Clever way to give someone your number. >:3

Not bad for my first AC fic, eh? ~_^ Thanks to all for sticking around! <3

No way. There's no way this is your first. I can't believe it! Anon, this is better than "not bad." This is wonderful. I hope you continue to write more!

If I could write porn, I'd offer to fill a prompt of you choice. But I can't write porn to save my life.

Hey who left this pool of drool on the floor!? Oh right, that was me. I love your story and I refuse to believe that this was your first time with AC. If it was, I'm glad I helped you pop your cherry. Now if you excuse me, I need to re-read this at my bunk.

So glad you liked it, OP. ^_^

And yes, you totally popping my AC cherry. <3

jesus fucking christ on a fucking polar bear xD
i love this fic--made me both laugh and choke on my drink c:

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