𝕛𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕒-𝕫 (𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨)

so i recently saw slash with Myles Kennedy and the conspirators in concert, so I thought I'd share some of the photos I took!

*introducing themselves at the start of an interview*

Myles: Hello, I'm Kevin Bacon

Scott: I'm fucking Scott Phillips

Myles: *starts laughing uncontrollably*

Brian: I'm Brian Marshall *starts laughing*

Mark: I'm Mark Tremonti

Myles: *still laughing*

Scott: *starts laughing*

Manager: Alright, take three thousand

omg i love the new pfp its so cute

omg thank youuuu

I wanted to match my tumblr and my wattpad so they were the same (wattpad is the same username)

🩷🩷

professor myles right now pls and ty pookie

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣

Myles Kennedy x Reader

(includes smut, teacher student, age gap, fem reader, p&v, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, slight size kink)

word count: 2433

Professor Kennedy is your college professor, and you stay back after class for a little *extra* help

The bell had just rung and the rest of the class was starting to get out of their seats and make their way home, but I sat there still. There was a question I needed to ask, and I didn't want to ask in front of the rest of the class.

“Umm, professor, can I ask something?” I asked him, getting out of my seat and slowly making my way over to Professor Kennedy’s desk. He sat there in his chair, looking through one of the textbooks, finalising his next lesson plan. When I called out to him, he looked up at me, and I saw his blue eyes through his glasses.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” I couldn’t help but notice the slight concern in his voice when he heard me asking if I could ask a question. He put his book down, looking up at me.

I nod my head, now standing right opposite him on the other side of his desk.

“Umm, yeah, I just didn’t really understand any of that lecture you just gave,” I quietly admitted to him. His expression softens slightly, and I can’t help but bite the inside of my mouth, not wanting to upset my favourite professor. He slowly nods my head, gesturing for me to sit in the spare seat next to him.

“What exactly didn’t you understand?” he asked me in a quiet yet inquisitive voice as I sat down next to him, feeling slightly worried and nervous to explain.

“The um… part where you were explaining the um… the different types of attributions and stuff, it was really confusing. Do you think you could explain that again please?” I looked over at him as I spoke, us two now being the only ones in the room. He immediately nodded his head, shifting slightly so he was facing me more.

“Of course I can, did you understand exactly what they are?” he asked me, and I slowly nodded my head. I understood what attributions were, but it was all the different ones that confused me. He seems to understand what I mean, and he nods his head slowly.

“But you have a hard time understanding each different one?” he asked, and I nod my head, glad he understands what I’m having trouble wrapping my head around. He nods again, thinking to himself. 

“Well I’m happy to stay back a bit to help you out,” he said, a small grin forming on his face. I looked up at him, noticing the slight shift in his tone. There was no way. But I could see it in his eyes. He was thinking about that.

It wasn’t that I thought he was attractive. Professor Kennedy was in all honesty one of the most attractive men I had ever seen, but due to obvious reasons, it was never something I had pursued. He was my college professor, of course I couldn’t go after him like that.

A small shaky breath left me as I looked up at him, his eyes looking down at me through his glasses.

“You looked very pretty today,” he softly says, leaning forward to whisper into my ear. At his words, it felt as though I had butterflies in my stomach as I felt myself blushing slightly.

“Professor, I-” I started talking, but he cut me off by placing a finger over my mouth, immediately shushing me.

“Call me Myles, darling,” he whispered, and all I could do was nod my head. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he continued to whisper into my ear, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach growing even more.

“Y-you have?” I was extremely inquisitive by his words, slightly confused, and slightly shocked as he nodded his head.

“Every night. And seeing you today, walking into class in that dress, made it hard to focus on teaching today,” he continued to whisper in my ear, his voice a low and husky whisper, and it was oddly arousing. I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together slightly, and he definitely noticed. He looked down, gently chuckling to himself, placing a hand on my thigh. At his touch, a tiny gasp left my mouth, and I was finding it harder and harder by the second to control myself.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you darling,” he whispered in my ear, pulling back to look at me and my expression. I looked up at him, and the only thing I could do was slowly nod my head, getting what he was implying, and giving him my full permission.

He chuckled again at my response before sliding his hand slightly further up my thigh.

“Are you sure darling?” his voice was still low, whispering in my ear again. I nodded my head again, this time with a little more confidence.

“Y-yes. I-I’m sure, Myles,” my voice comes out slightly shaky, but not in a way that was hesitant.

When I said those words, he slowly nodded to himself before sliding his hand up even further, sliding up under the skirt of my dress, and I felt myself squeezing my thighs together even more. He chuckled slightly at my reaction, putting his hand under my chin and bringing it up so I was looking at him.

“You’re so pretty darling, I want you, all of you,” his voice remained low and husky as he whispered in my ear again, and I continued to look up at him, staring directly into his eyes.

He met my gaze for a few moments before leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against mine. It wasn’t hard at first, but when he felt me kissing him back, he started to grow more hungry, his lips kissing mine more desperately. A soft moan escaped me at his increased hunger, which only seemed to rile him up more. He started biting my bottom lip softly as he continued to kiss me, his hand now fully up my dress, now teasing the fabric of my underwear.

“God I’ve wanted to do that forever,” he said soon after pulling away, looking down at me. When I felt him pull away, it took me a couple seconds to process what had happened before I slowly leaned back in, kissing him again. I felt him let out a shaky breath against me, his hand still firmly placed on my thigh, his other arm slowly starting to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I felt him pull my body up against him, gently lifting me so I was sitting on his lap as I kissed him, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him as I did, deepening the kiss even further. I opened my mouth slightly, letting him slide his tongue into my mouth, and a soft moan escaped my mouth.

At the sound of my moan, I felt him growing underneath me, and my hand made it’s way into his hair, gripping a few strands and lightly tugging at it. He broke the kiss for a few seconds, looking directly into my eyes.

“I need you darling, so bad,” his voice was low and sultry as he locked his eyes with mine. A shaky breath left me at his words, and I couldn’t help but pull hair a little harder, causing him to moan out softly. He attacked my mouth again, his lips firmly pushing themselves against mine.

“M-myles, please,” my voice was barely audible, my breathing now having picked up slightly as he continued to kiss me. At my words, he almost instinctively knew what it was that I wanted, and his hand that was holding onto the fabric of my underwear gently and slowly started to pull them down my legs. He broke the kiss for another moment, looking up at me as he continued his action.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” his voice was still low and husky, but there was a slight hint of concern laced within his tone. I nodded my head, positive that I was okay with what he was currently doing, as well as what was about to come. He looked at me, slightly hesitantly, but his actions sped up, my underwear now fully down to my knees.

“Are you absolutely positive darling?” he asked me again, and I nodded my head once more, this time a little more forceful.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I locked eyes with him, a sense of eagerness in my voice. He nodded to himself at my verbal response, lifting my body up slightly with his arm.

“If you want to stop, just say it. Okay? I don’t want you doing anything that you don’t want to. Promise me you’ll say so if it becomes too much,” he kept his eyes locked on mine, his voice now filled with more concern than before.

“I promise, please, I need you,” I quickly responded, now becoming more and more desperate. He nodded again at my promise, still keeping my hips slightly raised off his body as he tugged at the zip of his pants, and I looked down to see his cock springing free.

My eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. It was huge. I’d never seen one this big before, and I was about to have that inside me. He looked up at me once more, looking into my eyes with a look that seeked confirmation, and I nodded again. At my nod, he slowly lowered me onto him again, and I felt him pushing himself into me.

I kept my arms around him as I straddled his cock, sitting on his lap, and a soft moan escaped my mouth at the feeling of him inside me, and he smirked slightly at the noise leaving my mouth.

“You like that darling? You like taking my cock like that?” he chuckled ever so slightly, watching me rock my hips forward slightly, grinding my body into him, and he let out a soft breathy moan as I did. I nodded my head in response to his question, pushing my body forward into him slightly more.

“Y-yes, please,” my breath came out soft and shaky, my arms still firmly and tightly around him. At my words, he softly moaned, burying his face in my neck, leaving soft and gentle kisses.

“You feel so good darling, taking me like that,” his voice was low as he spoke against my neck, almost directly into my ear. At his words, I pushed my hips forward again, throwing my head back, and another moan left me as I did. His hand rested on my hip under my skirt, firmly holding me as I rocked my hips back and forth into him. 

A small moan left him as I continued to grind my body against him. My arms stayed around him, but on my next move forward, I rested my head on his shoulder, still keeping my pace.

“Just like that darling, I’m getting close,” his breathing became more and more labored as he spoke, it becoming harder for him to speak in full sentences. His other hand, which was wrapped around my waist, tightened, pulling my body even closer to him.

“Myles, I-” I started speaking, but I was cut short by him suddenly gripping my chin, pulling my face up from his shoulder so I met his gaze.

“Look at me darling, tell me how good it feels taking my cock like that,” his eyes were locked with mine as he spoke, not letting me look away, even if I wanted to. At his words, I couldn’t help but feel even more aroused, and a breathy moan left me, still rocking my hips at a rhythmic pace.

“I- I love it, I love, taking your cock,” my sentence came out weak and labored, many short breaths coming out in between words. His arm tightened even more around my waist.

“Good, because I’m about to come darling,” his voice was low and sultry, his eyes staring at me through his glasses, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back as another moan left me. He seemed slightly disappointed at my action, gripping my face a little harder, pulling my face back to meet his.

“No darling, I want you to look at me, look at me when I’m filling you with my come,” he spoke in the same tone, the slightest smirk on his face as he spoke, and his words were enough to finally send me over the edge.

I kept my eyes on him, no longer able to hold back as I reached my climax, another moan leaving me, and fighting all restraint to throw my head back as I came on him. Soon after, I felt him spilling himself inside me, another moan escaping him as he did, and he closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at me, his cheeks flushed and rosy, the tiniest beads of sweat forming on his face.

“You did so good for me darling,” he kept his gaze on me, cupping my cheek with his face as I looked down at him, hearing my shallow and shaky breaths as I started to come down from my release. I closed my eyes for a few moments before looking back at him.

“You look so beautiful,” his voice was still low and soft, but no longer in the seductive tone he had before, his voice now gentle and caring. He kept his arm tightly around me, keeping me close to him. I felt myself blush at his words, and I couldn’t help but bury myself in his shoulder.

“You know darling,” he started talking again, and I lifted my head to look back at him.

“Yes?” I tilted my head to the side, curious to what he had to say.

“We should do this again,” the volume of his voice lowered as he spoke those words, the simple phrase having so much meaning.

When he said those words, I contemplated it for a few moments before slowly nodding my head, a small smile starting to form on my face.

“I would really like that, Myles,” my voice was low and breathy, and I watched him give a slight smile.

After a few moments, I lifted myself off of him, adjusting my clothing so it wasn’t obvious what I had just engaged in, and as I went to leave the room, I looked back at Myles, and I swear I saw him wink at me before I left.

I need her so bad

i’m gay im gay im gay im gay im gay im

the last ever alter bridge show

concept idea!!!!

They had just arrived in Orlando for their last-ever show before their departure as a band. This was the day of the One Day Remains show, and they had something huge planned. Some of these songs they had never played and some had only been played a handful of times. After tonight, the world would never watch Alter Bridge play together ever again.

Myles had been sitting in the tour bus all day, reading over lyrics and playing his solos, making sure every note and word was perfect, afraid of mucking up. Mark was inside the venue, speaking to the lovely workers, and then going into the dressing rooms to practice his guitar parts. Scott and Brian had been in a room together for the day, talking, and rehearsing. Everyone was set on making tonight perfect.

All the band’s family had come to watch, as well as fans flying from all across the world, putting an extra layer of pressure on the band, meaning more people to impress. Nearly fifty thousand people were planning to attend tonight, making it one of their biggest shows in their career.

They had an epic show planned, going through songs from all of their albums, including bonus tracks, and a couple of unreleased tracks, surprise guest artists, and playing songs from their other entities and solo projects.

“Good evening Orlando! How are we feeling tonight!” Myles yelled out to the crowd after playing the opening song, Addicted to Pain. The crowd cheered back in response, however, Myles wasn’t feeling it.

“I said how are we feeling tonight!” He yelled again, and the crowd cheered even louder in response. Myles was more satisfied with the answer and turned to Scott with a grin on his face. Scott saw Myles’ expression and started playing the opening drums to Sin After Sin. Mark joined in and the band broke out into song, and then went into White Knuckles.

Three songs in, and the band was already feeling the adrenaline that came with live performances, sad they were no longer going to experience it after tonight, but glad of their decision.

“Do you have any requests that you’d like to hear played tonight?” Mark asked one fan in the front row of the crowd, and the fan stood in shock for a second, in disbelief they were talking to the monster that was Mark Tremonti.

“Yes, I’d really like to hear Clear Horizon,” they requested, and so the band went into it. Myles’ vocals were blissful and deep, as well as soaring and high, and the instruments went along perfectly. When they finished the song, the crowd broke into applause, giving the band a nearly five-minute standing ovation, causing Myles to stare in absolute shock, and making Brian ever so slightly teary-eyed.

“Now we have a little treat for y’all tonight. We thought it would be a good idea if we decided to play some of our B-sides, so if you guys know this one, feel free to sing along. This is called Never Born To Follow.” Myles said into the microphone when the crowd died down, before the band broke into the AB III bonus track, one of the few times the song had ever been played live. Myles had sung his high note at the end perfectly and made it seem effortless, making the audience scream and cheer.

The band proceeded to play some of their usual songs, such as Cry of Achilles, The Writing on The Wall, Ties That Bind, Find The Real, Silver Tongue, Wouldn’t You Rather and Before Tomorrow Comes before Mark stepped forward to his microphone, looking around at the ginormous crows before speaking, letting Myles step off for a minute for a short break, to rest his voice.

“Thank you guys so much for coming tonight, this really means a lot to us, so as a thank you, we’re gonna play one or two songs from other bands we’ve been a part of over the years, so make some noise for Mr Scott Stapp!” he yelled, as the crowd started screaming, watching the Creed singer make his way on stage. The band played two songs together, Higher and One Last Breath before Scott left the stage, and Myles came back on.

The band played a few more songs, The Other Side, Slip To The Void, Holiday, Ghost Of Days Gone By, and Show Me A Leader, before another short break, this time, the entire band walking off stage.

When the lights came back on, Myles was the only one on stage, sitting in the centre of the stage, acoustic guitar in hand.

“Welcome to the more mellowed down acoustic part of the set, I’m gonna play a couple slower songs, and then we’ll get back to the heavy rock 'n roll,” Myles explained before playing the opening notes to Wonderful Life. The crowd listened as they were blissfully serenaded by Myles’ beautiful voice, and watched the song seamlessly transition into Watch Over You. When he finished, the crowd broke into applause, screaming at the top of their lungs after the slowed-down songs.

“Thank you so much. These next couple songs are throwing it right back to the Mayfield days, one of these songs I’ve never actually played live before, so this is gonna be interesting,” he said, swapping guitars, and playing the opening chords to Don’t Walk Away. When he finished, he started playing some chords to another song that was later recognised as Reigns Over Me, one of the unreleased tracks from the second Mayfield Four record. The crowd applauded when Myles had a very short break, as he was passed another guitar.

“This song is from one of the solo records, this is Year of the Tiger,” he introduced the song before playing it. The crowd cheered and applauded, and then cheered some more when Mark walked back on stage, holding an acoustic guitar, and sitting down next to Myles, who had replaced his guitar with an in-hand microphone, rather than the mic being attached to the stand.

The crowd went wild when Mark started playing the intro to In Loving Memory, with members of the audience holding up their flashlights, and then more and more people repeating as the song progressed.

After the acoustic set, the whole band was back on stage, now playing Blackbird, arguably one of the most iconic songs in their entire discography. The crowd went wild to the long epic song and gave the band another standing ovation when the song ended. The band then went into Metalingus, as well as New Way To Live and Breathe, two more of their bonus tracks. They then played Crows on a Wire and Indoctrination.

They then took a short break, and Mark came back out, this time to the centre of the stage.

“We’re gonna play you guys a couple of Tremonti songs tonight, so please sing along if you know the words, this is Dust,” Mark said into the mic before starting the song. The rest of the band joined in, and soon after Mark started singing. They played two more Tremonti songs after, The Things I’ve Seen, and Leave It Alone. The crowd cheered and applauded, Mark throwing one of his picks to a fan down on the ground.

The band played a few more songs, like My Champion, Brand New Start, The End Is Here, Fortress, Down To My Last, Fallout, Dying Light, and finished with Words Darker Than Their Wings before another five-minute break, with all of them leaving the stage.

Before the band came back on stage, Myles said through his microphone; “We’ve got another special guest for you tonight Orlando, so show some love for the one and only Slash!” he yelled, the lights coming back on, the crowd seeing the band standing on stage with the legendary top hat wearing guitarist. The crowd cheered for what felt like forever before Slash started playing the opening notes to Back From Cali, with Myles happily singing along, his voice still sounding as good as it did at the start of the show. When the song was playing, Slash and the band broke into Rise Today, which caused another loud scream from the audience.

At the end of the song, the lights went out and the fans thought the show was over, however, the lights came back on about a minute later, with the band all standing on stage, about to play another song.

“We’ve got one more song for y’all tonight, this is called Never Say Die,” Myles said before the band broke into the bonus track. Myles had put extra emphasis on the lyric ‘One last thing before we say goodbye’, causing many of the fans to shed some tears. At the end of the song, the band all stood together in the middle of the stage, an endless number of thank you’s leaving their mouths. 

They then proceeded to walk off the stage, making this the last ever show Alter Bridge would ever play, and they sure made it one for the history books, giving their fans one last thing before saying goodbye.

stoppppp im about to cryyy

Hi, I had thought a story between James Hetfield ( maybe in the 90s) x wife!reader based on the song "November rain" by Guns N' Roses.

I wish it was sad ( I know, I like sad things. That's why i chose this wonderful song) I hope you like this idea.

Lots of love

I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do a fic based on a song… but- I think this turned out pretty weak and probably not what you were looking for (I had a little bit or writers block but that didn’t stop me from at least delivering SOMETHING

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁹⁷

I was standing in the kitchen, lost in clattering dishes and the slosh of the dishwasher. Mundane sounds from every day created a comfortable background, but then one new, soft, very familiar melody crawled inside.

It was the opening piano notes of "November Rain" by Guns n' Roses, right there, laid out, a song that I hadn’t heard in a while.

Curiously, I dried my hands on the dish towel and followed the sound. It led down the hallway, past the living room, and toward the nursery.

With every step, the sweet melody became more clear, pulling at memories long tucked away for safe keeping.

I paused at the nursery door, letting the soft glowing nightlight bleed into the quiet hallways. Inside, I peeked inside, only to feel my heart squeeze in my chest.

James sat in the rocking chair, holding our baby daughter in his arms. His head was only slightly bowed, watching her as he softly crooned the words of the song.

His voice, which was normally gritty and powerful, was so loving and soothing now, curling itself around the words in a way that I knew he’d only ever do for his child.

"Sometimes I need some time on my own," he sang, the lines laced delicately with love. "Sometimes I need some time all alone."

I slipped quietly into the room, not wanting to break their moment, yet not able to walk away. James looked up and directly at me, he beamed humbly, continuing to sing, eyes never leaving mine.

I moved closer, where I could see how our daughter's small fingers were locked onto one of his. She stared up at him with wide, saucer eyes.

"This song," he whispered, then stopped singing and smiled. "Ahhh, it reminds me so much of your mommy. Do you know that I danced to this song with your mommy when we first met?” He cooed to her.

That night is as fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday, the way he pulled me onto the dance floor despite my protests, how I was so glad he did, because I fell so in love with him.

"We were at this dive bar," James went on, gently rocking. "Your mommy didn't want to dance at first. But I wouldn't take no for an answer. Then this song came on and, man, I think she changed her mind. And now look, we’ve got you."

It brought tears to my eyes. He looked down at our daughter, his face soft.

"Your mommy looked so beautiful that night," he whispered. "She still does, every day. This song became our song. And now, it's yours, too sweetheart."

He eyes fluttered, tiny breaths evening out, and she slipped off to sleep at his voice.

"I know it's hard to keep an open heart," he sang, his eyes meeting mine again. "When even friends seem out to harm you. But if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?"

The words seemed to take a new meaning for me standing there, our love, and the new life brought into this world together.

The music finally stopped, and James rose his gaze to mine, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," he said so easily, like smooth melting butter. "I love you more every day."

I walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I love you too," I whispered. "So much."

He carefully shifted our daughter to one side so I could sit beside him on the arm of the rocking chair. I perched there, wrapping one arm about his shoulders while resting my head against him.

Together we watched our daughter sleep, her tiny chest steady rise and fall.

one of the MANY reasons why I luv james is because he looks like some hot dad you'd meet outside a car dealership or something

real

Suddenly my car is broken 🤭(I don't have a car)

STOPPPPP ILY SO MUCH

YOURE LIKE ACTUALLY MY NUMBER 1 FAN

(pls request more ill happily write them)

professor myles right now pls and ty pookie

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣

Myles Kennedy x Reader

(includes smut, teacher student, age gap, fem reader, p&v, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, slight size kink)

word count: 2433

Professor Kennedy is your college professor, and you stay back after class for a little *extra* help

The bell had just rung and the rest of the class was starting to get out of their seats and make their way home, but I sat there still. There was a question I needed to ask, and I didn't want to ask in front of the rest of the class.

“Umm, professor, can I ask something?” I asked him, getting out of my seat and slowly making my way over to Professor Kennedy’s desk. He sat there in his chair, looking through one of the textbooks, finalising his next lesson plan. When I called out to him, he looked up at me, and I saw his blue eyes through his glasses.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” I couldn’t help but notice the slight concern in his voice when he heard me asking if I could ask a question. He put his book down, looking up at me.

I nod my head, now standing right opposite him on the other side of his desk.

“Umm, yeah, I just didn’t really understand any of that lecture you just gave,” I quietly admitted to him. His expression softens slightly, and I can’t help but bite the inside of my mouth, not wanting to upset my favourite professor. He slowly nods my head, gesturing for me to sit in the spare seat next to him.

“What exactly didn’t you understand?” he asked me in a quiet yet inquisitive voice as I sat down next to him, feeling slightly worried and nervous to explain.

“The um… part where you were explaining the um… the different types of attributions and stuff, it was really confusing. Do you think you could explain that again please?” I looked over at him as I spoke, us two now being the only ones in the room. He immediately nodded his head, shifting slightly so he was facing me more.

“Of course I can, did you understand exactly what they are?” he asked me, and I slowly nodded my head. I understood what attributions were, but it was all the different ones that confused me. He seems to understand what I mean, and he nods his head slowly.

“But you have a hard time understanding each different one?” he asked, and I nod my head, glad he understands what I’m having trouble wrapping my head around. He nods again, thinking to himself. 

“Well I’m happy to stay back a bit to help you out,” he said, a small grin forming on his face. I looked up at him, noticing the slight shift in his tone. There was no way. But I could see it in his eyes. He was thinking about that.

It wasn’t that I thought he was attractive. Professor Kennedy was in all honesty one of the most attractive men I had ever seen, but due to obvious reasons, it was never something I had pursued. He was my college professor, of course I couldn’t go after him like that.

A small shaky breath left me as I looked up at him, his eyes looking down at me through his glasses.

“You looked very pretty today,” he softly says, leaning forward to whisper into my ear. At his words, it felt as though I had butterflies in my stomach as I felt myself blushing slightly.

“Professor, I-” I started talking, but he cut me off by placing a finger over my mouth, immediately shushing me.

“Call me Myles, darling,” he whispered, and all I could do was nod my head. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he continued to whisper into my ear, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach growing even more.

“Y-you have?” I was extremely inquisitive by his words, slightly confused, and slightly shocked as he nodded his head.

“Every night. And seeing you today, walking into class in that dress, made it hard to focus on teaching today,” he continued to whisper in my ear, his voice a low and husky whisper, and it was oddly arousing. I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together slightly, and he definitely noticed. He looked down, gently chuckling to himself, placing a hand on my thigh. At his touch, a tiny gasp left my mouth, and I was finding it harder and harder by the second to control myself.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you darling,” he whispered in my ear, pulling back to look at me and my expression. I looked up at him, and the only thing I could do was slowly nod my head, getting what he was implying, and giving him my full permission.

He chuckled again at my response before sliding his hand slightly further up my thigh.

“Are you sure darling?” his voice was still low, whispering in my ear again. I nodded my head again, this time with a little more confidence.

“Y-yes. I-I’m sure, Myles,” my voice comes out slightly shaky, but not in a way that was hesitant.

When I said those words, he slowly nodded to himself before sliding his hand up even further, sliding up under the skirt of my dress, and I felt myself squeezing my thighs together even more. He chuckled slightly at my reaction, putting his hand under my chin and bringing it up so I was looking at him.

“You’re so pretty darling, I want you, all of you,” his voice remained low and husky as he whispered in my ear again, and I continued to look up at him, staring directly into his eyes.

He met my gaze for a few moments before leaning forward and softly pressing his lips against mine. It wasn’t hard at first, but when he felt me kissing him back, he started to grow more hungry, his lips kissing mine more desperately. A soft moan escaped me at his increased hunger, which only seemed to rile him up more. He started biting my bottom lip softly as he continued to kiss me, his hand now fully up my dress, now teasing the fabric of my underwear.

“God I’ve wanted to do that forever,” he said soon after pulling away, looking down at me. When I felt him pull away, it took me a couple seconds to process what had happened before I slowly leaned back in, kissing him again. I felt him let out a shaky breath against me, his hand still firmly placed on my thigh, his other arm slowly starting to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I felt him pull my body up against him, gently lifting me so I was sitting on his lap as I kissed him, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him as I did, deepening the kiss even further. I opened my mouth slightly, letting him slide his tongue into my mouth, and a soft moan escaped my mouth.

At the sound of my moan, I felt him growing underneath me, and my hand made it’s way into his hair, gripping a few strands and lightly tugging at it. He broke the kiss for a few seconds, looking directly into my eyes.

“I need you darling, so bad,” his voice was low and sultry as he locked his eyes with mine. A shaky breath left me at his words, and I couldn’t help but pull hair a little harder, causing him to moan out softly. He attacked my mouth again, his lips firmly pushing themselves against mine.

“M-myles, please,” my voice was barely audible, my breathing now having picked up slightly as he continued to kiss me. At my words, he almost instinctively knew what it was that I wanted, and his hand that was holding onto the fabric of my underwear gently and slowly started to pull them down my legs. He broke the kiss for another moment, looking up at me as he continued his action.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” his voice was still low and husky, but there was a slight hint of concern laced within his tone. I nodded my head, positive that I was okay with what he was currently doing, as well as what was about to come. He looked at me, slightly hesitantly, but his actions sped up, my underwear now fully down to my knees.

“Are you absolutely positive darling?” he asked me again, and I nodded my head once more, this time a little more forceful.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I locked eyes with him, a sense of eagerness in my voice. He nodded to himself at my verbal response, lifting my body up slightly with his arm.

“If you want to stop, just say it. Okay? I don’t want you doing anything that you don’t want to. Promise me you’ll say so if it becomes too much,” he kept his eyes locked on mine, his voice now filled with more concern than before.

“I promise, please, I need you,” I quickly responded, now becoming more and more desperate. He nodded again at my promise, still keeping my hips slightly raised off his body as he tugged at the zip of his pants, and I looked down to see his cock springing free.

My eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. It was huge. I’d never seen one this big before, and I was about to have that inside me. He looked up at me once more, looking into my eyes with a look that seeked confirmation, and I nodded again. At my nod, he slowly lowered me onto him again, and I felt him pushing himself into me.

I kept my arms around him as I straddled his cock, sitting on his lap, and a soft moan escaped my mouth at the feeling of him inside me, and he smirked slightly at the noise leaving my mouth.

“You like that darling? You like taking my cock like that?” he chuckled ever so slightly, watching me rock my hips forward slightly, grinding my body into him, and he let out a soft breathy moan as I did. I nodded my head in response to his question, pushing my body forward into him slightly more.

“Y-yes, please,” my breath came out soft and shaky, my arms still firmly and tightly around him. At my words, he softly moaned, burying his face in my neck, leaving soft and gentle kisses.

“You feel so good darling, taking me like that,” his voice was low as he spoke against my neck, almost directly into my ear. At his words, I pushed my hips forward again, throwing my head back, and another moan left me as I did. His hand rested on my hip under my skirt, firmly holding me as I rocked my hips back and forth into him. 

A small moan left him as I continued to grind my body against him. My arms stayed around him, but on my next move forward, I rested my head on his shoulder, still keeping my pace.

“Just like that darling, I’m getting close,” his breathing became more and more labored as he spoke, it becoming harder for him to speak in full sentences. His other hand, which was wrapped around my waist, tightened, pulling my body even closer to him.

“Myles, I-” I started speaking, but I was cut short by him suddenly gripping my chin, pulling my face up from his shoulder so I met his gaze.

“Look at me darling, tell me how good it feels taking my cock like that,” his eyes were locked with mine as he spoke, not letting me look away, even if I wanted to. At his words, I couldn’t help but feel even more aroused, and a breathy moan left me, still rocking my hips at a rhythmic pace.

“I- I love it, I love, taking your cock,” my sentence came out weak and labored, many short breaths coming out in between words. His arm tightened even more around my waist.

“Good, because I’m about to come darling,” his voice was low and sultry, his eyes staring at me through his glasses, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back as another moan left me. He seemed slightly disappointed at my action, gripping my face a little harder, pulling my face back to meet his.

“No darling, I want you to look at me, look at me when I’m filling you with my come,” he spoke in the same tone, the slightest smirk on his face as he spoke, and his words were enough to finally send me over the edge.

I kept my eyes on him, no longer able to hold back as I reached my climax, another moan leaving me, and fighting all restraint to throw my head back as I came on him. Soon after, I felt him spilling himself inside me, another moan escaping him as he did, and he closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at me, his cheeks flushed and rosy, the tiniest beads of sweat forming on his face.

“You did so good for me darling,” he kept his gaze on me, cupping my cheek with his face as I looked down at him, hearing my shallow and shaky breaths as I started to come down from my release. I closed my eyes for a few moments before looking back at him.

“You look so beautiful,” his voice was still low and soft, but no longer in the seductive tone he had before, his voice now gentle and caring. He kept his arm tightly around me, keeping me close to him. I felt myself blush at his words, and I couldn’t help but bury myself in his shoulder.

“You know darling,” he started talking again, and I lifted my head to look back at him.

“Yes?” I tilted my head to the side, curious to what he had to say.

“We should do this again,” the volume of his voice lowered as he spoke those words, the simple phrase having so much meaning.

When he said those words, I contemplated it for a few moments before slowly nodding my head, a small smile starting to form on my face.

“I would really like that, Myles,” my voice was low and breathy, and I watched him give a slight smile.

After a few moments, I lifted myself off of him, adjusting my clothing so it wasn’t obvious what I had just engaged in, and as I went to leave the room, I looked back at Myles, and I swear I saw him wink at me before I left.