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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters_|_Pokemon_-_All_Media_Types, Pokemon_GO
  Relationship:
      Spark/Dr._Willow_|_Professor_Willow
  Character:
      Spark_(Pokemon), Dr._Willow_|_Professor_Willow, Blanche_(Pokemon),
      Candela_(Pokemon)
  Additional Tags:
      Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Smut, not_in_the_first_chapter, no_sex_between_a_man
      and_child, Fluff, More_tags_to_be_added, Pining, mutual_affection
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-18 Updated: 2017-03-02 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6135
****** I'll Win You Over, I Swear ******
by RexNovamelter666
Summary
     Spark tries to take the professor's heart over the years. He's always
     had it, but the professor is too stubborn to give him his everything.
Notes
     Alright, first story! Leave comments on how to improve, this is
     unbetad. Feel free to offer help. Enjoy, I guess. Imagine Spark and
     the girls as eight or nine.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Spark sat at the low set table in the office Professor Willow used as exactly
that for his studies on pokemon, with the man himself muttering to himself
while glancing from datatable to datatable, all of them strewn haphazardly
across his treated pine desk. Spark was happily entertaining himself with
little pokemon figurines he had scattered all over the table, and floor for
that matter. His mind, however, was far away from the squirtle he was using to
beat the shit of a charmander, which was sure to have bent and dented little
pieces of plastic once the ordeal was over. He was focused on the two girls
whose shouted insults of "Poopy head!" and "Dummy pants!" could be heard all
over the house. The petty argument wasn't what interested him, the poor boy had
heard enough of that to last him "10 gajillion million years plus infinity!" in
his own words to the professor two months ago.
Instead, he was thinking of an incident from a few days ago, where he had told
the girls he liked them both and wanted to marry them both "Right now,
Professor can be the preacher, or whoever!"
The response was not exceedingly warm. "Stupid dummy head," Candela had
responded, "You're a booooy. Nobody likes boys, SPECIALLY not me and Blanche.
I'd never marry a boy. Specially you. You're the grossest poopy head boy of all
boys ever!"
"Yeah, you're such a stupid head not even Professor would marry you!" Blanche
added, finishing by sticking her tongue out, which in the universal language of
children, means 'I win and you can't do anything that changes it'.
Of course their responses hurt, but Blanche's really got Spark's gears turning.
Would Professor marry him? Professor loves him, he always says so. Well, he
also tells Blanche and Candella that too, but it’s even more special when the
professor tells him, right?
Well, Spark had decided today was The Day. The day he would ask Professor to
marry him. Of course, for a poor little eight year old boy, gathering the
courage to ask the professor such a question was difficult. He would
occasionally glance up from his play battle and stare at the professor for a
few seconds before blushing and bashing the figures together even harder, much
to the harm of the already abused toys. Spark stopped once again to gape wide
eyed at the professor when he got lost in thought and ended up unabashedly
analyzing the professor's face as he looked over the documents laid out before
him, trying to see how all the pieces in the newest puzzle of information he
had created for himself fit together. Spark noted his dark eyes that constantly
shifted in their sockets, forehead and eyebrows crinkled in concentration. He
noted the lips, gently changing shape as their owner murmured to himself, the
hands and arms and that propped his strong chin up, fingers clutched around one
another, his wild hair, his young features. Yeah, Spark thought, I would marry
him. In fact, I’m gonna. Right now!
Spark put the figurines down and marched up to the professor’s desk. “Professor
Willow!” He called while tugging on the man’s coat sleeve. Professor Willow
jumped slightly at the unexpected, but welcome, interruption. He needed to take
a step back anyway. “Hmm, yes, what is it Spark?” He said with a large grin,
picking up the boy and putting him in his lap.
Little Spark couldn’t help but notice the smile crinkles in the corners of the
professor’s eyes. “Why do faces have wrinkles?” He wondered aloud, lost in his
own little world.
The professor laughed a deep laugh, bouncing the little boy slightly in the
process, who in turn grabbed onto the other’s coat so as not to fall and
giggled at the movement. “You are quite the curious boy, aren’t you, dearest?
Well, you see, the muscles in your face contract and gather the-”
“WAIT WAIT WAIT that’s not what I actually wanted to ask. Can you answer that
question after this one?” Spark interrupted, glancing nervously at the ground
and blushing, bunching the coat in his hands together.
Willow noticed this odd behavior from his least troublesome charge, well...
that’s not entirely true, but he gets along better than the other two, and
tilted his head, his expression turning serious. “What’s bothering you dearest?
Have the girls been mean to you?” He asked, genuinely concerned. Those girls
were fucking vicious and ruthless, and stubborn as hell.
Spark blushed and stuttered, shifting his gaze to the professor’s shirt under
the wrinkled coat he was grasping like a lifeline. “No. Well, yes, but that’s
not it. I’ve been thinking and they told me nobody wants to marry a boy and I
think they’re wrong and I wanted to prove them wrong but then they said not
even you would marry me and I have to prove them wrong and you would marry me
right so will you marry me?!” The boy clenched his eyes closed at the last
part, taking a deep breath and holding it, cute little cheeks puffed out.
The professor’s eyes widened. Normally this question wouldn’t have bothered him
so much. Especially from someone he loved and looked after to the best of his
ability as a father. This time, however, it did bother him. He, as is normal of
a guardian, had been thinking of his children’s future in the world and how he
could help them be successful later on in life. His mind had come across three
particular thoughts in this process about Spark that wouldn’t leave him alone,
no matter how hard he tried. The first two weren’t so bad. He knew that a)
Spark would grow up to be a fine young man and b) the person who chose him as a
mate would be very lucky indeed. Yes, a mate. Professor Willow believes
strongly in instinct for survival, not love and devotion, at least when it came
to choosing a partner. He found commitments such as marriage bothersome. He had
tried once, and it went downhill fast. The third thought, however, was that if
Spark was older, he would claim the boy without a second thought and not let
anyone else cast a longing glance his way without consequences. Because of this
thought, the professor paused momentarily before responding to Spark’s
question. Eventually he came up with a very articulate “M-marry y-y-you?”, an
open mouth, and a blank stare.
“Yes, marry me! Now!” Spark scrunched his eyes tighter, his blush spread to his
ears, and he clenched his tiny fists even tighter on the wrinkled cloth.
“W-wait” the professor replied, pulling himself together. “I can’t marry you
now, you’re too young. Also, I don’t want to be married. Marriage goes against
human instinct, we live to survive, so to speak, and long term commitments such
as marriage inhibit the drive to survive. So no, I won’t marry you.” He looked
down at the little kid straddling his lap, the professor wearing a sympathetic
smile and Spark’s eyes filled with tears.
“Y-you know p-professor,” Spark worked out in between sniffles, batting at his
eyes and chasing away tears using the professor’s lab coat, “You always talk
about this survival of the fittest and not being held down by the weak, but you
still look after us, right? Why? We hold you down, right?” The child’s still
streaming eyes were bright, filled with confusion and hope at this strange
contradiction.
The professor was taken aback again for a moment, then he said, “Because I love
the three of you, and find your survival much more important than mine. You
three will do amazing things, you know. I guess you could say I’ve given up my
survival instinct in order to nurture yours.”
Spark started bouncing on the professor’s lap with vigor, his eyes shining
bright and mischievously, a wide grin on his face. “So you WOULD marry me! You
say I’m too young, but I’ll get older! You say marriage goes against your
survival instinct, but you’ve already given it up! You already love me, and the
only reason you hate marriage is because you’ve never seen it work! I’ll grow
strong and brave one day, and then you’ll marry me because I can protect and
love you, just like you do for me! One day I’ll marry you, I promise!”
With that, young Spark hopped off the professor’s lap and airplaned his way to
the door, but fell on the way over the same squirtle he had been using earlier.
He let out an undignified “HEY!” once the perpetrator had been discovered and
immediately began beating the squirtle with a bulbasaur.
Professor Willow sighed and shook his head, chuckling at the sight of the
rambunctious boy, glancing at the door as he saw the two girls chasing
eachother around the house, still yelling. Perhaps the boy would change his
mind later on. Who’s to say with that extraordinary child?
~
This day is one the professor never forgot, although Spark had no recollection
of it within two years. This, however, would not stop the boy’s attraction to
his caretaker, or affect his determination to make the man love himself as more
than a father to a child. ~ What will happen to our characters next? Find out
in the next chapter of I’ll Win You Over, I Swear!
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter is sufficiently explained by 'overused puberty scene
     between love interests of the same sex with an age gap'.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for not updating when promised, I got caught up in school and
     debate/speech tournament that week, and our choir’s talent show the
     next, and debate again, and… Had one hell of a ride. Safe to say I
     most likely will NOT be able to update every week. Anywho, this
     chapter skips ahead to thirteen years of age for Spark. Honestly
     don't remember giving the professor an age in the last chapter, call
     him twenty eight. That gives a fifteen year age gap which serves my
     purpose. Please enjoy the consequences of not teaching your young
     charge about their changing body until it’s too late. One last thing:
     this escalates pretty quickly as compared to the first chapter, but
     after this one it should be smoother and more M rated than E for
     awhile. Will make good on my promise of no underage sex.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Willow sighed and shook his head at Spark, who was engrossed in whatever new
video game had come out recently. Something about Zelda waking the wind, maybe?
Whatever the game, enough was enough, and six hours far surpassed 'enough' on a
Sunday morning as far as the doctor was concerned. Especially because the poor
man had already finished the work that needed to be done, plus a good two day’s
worth. The experiment he had been working on took far less time than originally
anticipated.
“Hey, Spark! Get of that video game and come spend some time with me, why don’t
you? It’s been quite some time since just the two of us have been here.”
Luckily, the professor had gotten the two barely-teen girls out of the house
for the night. Sleepovers were one of nature’s best miracles. EVER. The
professor didn’t think he could take two minutes more of Blanche and Candela
either yelling or putting their hands all over each other when they thought
nobody would see or hear. He shuddered at the thought of a scene he had been
unfortunate enough to walk in on a week ago, yet fortunate enough to leave
without being caught. No, he didn’t stay and watch, but God knows he didn’t get
enough to satisfy his sexual desires. What those girls did together was up to
them, and he had absolutely no intention to approach either of them about their
relationship. Also, boobs really weren't his thing.
Bad memories aside, the professor really just wanted to spend time with his
little boy. Damn right, his. The little dude was now thirteen, and was growing
rather awkwardly, both physically and mentally. While all his peers at school
were talking about their latest jack off material, Spark had yet to experience
a single boner himself, therefore making him somewhat of a social outcast. This
meant he wasn’t exactly on par with those around him, and came off as the nerdy
boy who doesn’t know how to communicate. Nerdy because he made hella good
grades, the professor helped make sure of that. Willow was unwilling to give
this cute and wonderful, if slightly underdeveloped, ball of sunshine up to
anyone who didn’t prove themselves better than those around them and accepting
of Spark as he is. Well, so Willow told himself anyway. It had nothing to do
with that day five years ago where Spark promised to make the professor his.
Nope. Nothing to do with Willow’s sexual frustration either.
“Hold on juuuust a sec,” Spark voiced while hunched over on the floor, legs
folded and tapping furiously on the controller buttons. He hurriedly saved the
game, well taught after an unfortunate experience last month when the professor
had pulled the plug in impatience. “Girls are gone now, right?” He inquired
while standing and stretching, eyes closed and mouth open in a yawn. His shirt
slipped up as he lifted his arms above his head, and the professor took the
moment to admire the exposed, smooth and lean midriff to it’s fullest. He
licked his lips at the sight.
“Yeah, thank goodness. What should we do while they’re not here?” Of course,
Willow already knew what Spark would say, they did this every time they were
alone.
“Lets break out monopoly!”
~
The professor groaned at his latest defeat. That boy could play mean. He played
in such a way that not all his trades seemed to make sense, at least not until
he owned every property on one side of the board, and by then Willow was
screwed. The exact same thing applied to chess. Spark prefered that game much
less, but he could screw just about anyone over in that game as well. Willow
doesn’t understand how everyone seems to think Blanche is the smartest of the
three, to him the one with the ‘biggest’ brain is Spark. The difference that
gave everyone the impression that Spark is an idiot, or what the professor
thinks the difference is, is that Spark is much more open and spontaneous than
Blanche, who is closed off and calculating. Whatever, the professor didn’t mind
all that much who people thought was smarter. One more quality about Spark for
the professor to selfishly keep to himself and not share with the world, along
with those cute little nipples Willow got to see every morning when the boy
walked downstairs in only his boxers in the morning, placed so perfectly on
that small, smooth chest and- NOPE! That was far enough for the professor, he
could feel his body responding to the thoughts.
The professor, while a pervert, wasn’t a pedophile. He wouldn’t lay a finger on
Spark, probably, and most certainly not without good reason. But the facts of
the matter were there: while Spark had not yet been attacked by puberty, he was
certainly maturing physically well. All long legs and proportional arms, he
wasn’t gangly and clumsy at all, just… nice.
Spark sighed. “That’s the third win tonight, professor. Are you even trying?
The games have been shorter than usual.” He leaned back in his chair, pouting
with his arms crossed.
Willow gave a small chuckle. “It wouldn’t matter, you’d win whether i tried or
not. But I guess I have been slightly preoccupied with my thoughts tonight.”
About how damn hot you’re gonna be and how horrible a guardian I am. This
really isn’t right.
 
“Aw, you’re right. You haven’t beaten me in three years. Well, luckily for you,
I don’t love you for your skills in taking everything over like some cruel
industry dictator.” Spark gave the professor a crooked grin, one of his sharp
little canines poking downward in such an eye catching manor. The professor
didn’t think he’d ever seen a tooth point so aggressively towards the floor,
ever. It was yet another attractive feature of the teen.
“Thank goodness. Otherwise I would be loveless altogether, and that would be
highly depressing.” The professor glanced at the clock and freaked out inside
when he realized it was nearly one in the morning. “Holy crap, its getting
really late, and past both of our bed times,” he anxiously voiced. That wasn’t
a lie. It wasn’t, but to be honest, the professor was also horny as fuck and
needed to get to his room so he wouldn’t start humping the damn table in front
of his adolescent charge.
“Aww, come on,” Spark voiced with a loud yawn. “Not sleepy yet,” was added with
an eye rub. Poor Spark was really enjoying spending time with the professor,
and didn’t want it to end. After all, the girls would be back tomorrow, and the
professor would go back to working. He wouldn’t be ahead of schedule forever.
Spark really loved the professor’s company. He made his heart do this little
flip thing that Spark didn’t understand at all but enjoyed anyway. Nobody else
made his heart flip, or cheeks heat up so much at times. He didn’t care about
making anyone else happy but Willow, and really wanted to do that now.
“Yeah, right. Your whole demeanor spells tired. The girls won’t be back until
the afternoon, we can spend some more time together before then.”
Spark considered the proposition, then decided it wasn’t a terrible offer.
Sleep did sound rather appealing. “Alright, I’ll head off then. Goodnight!”
Spark jogged out of the living room where they had been playing and turned
around at the stairs. “Loser cleans up!” He added, sticking out his tongue at
the professor before bounding up the steps towards his room.
The professor sighed to himself as he hastily and haphazardly threw all the
pieces of the game into the box and put the lid on it. He couldn’t wait any
longer, and decided to take care of his erection where he was. After all, the
boy was in bed now, so what was the issue with letting go here? He sat down on
the couch and undid his pants, sliding them down and letting free the erection
he had been hiding under his coat for the past hour or so. He firmly grabbed
himself and moaned lowly, lazily jerking off to the thought of Spark’s midriff
and nipples
~
Spark ran upstairs and stripped down to his boxers then jumped in bed, eager to
go to sleep in order to start the new day with the professor sooner rather than
later. Speaking of the professor, Spark frowned. He couldn’t figure out why
Willow made his heart flip. Nobody else did, not even the girls, and he had
known them just as long as the professor. He wondered if this was what the boys
at school talked about? Spark doubted it, because the flip didn’t make his body
feel weird like they said it would, besides feeling light, happy, and making
him blush. The professor just made him feel… good. His hair was so captivating.
It stood out at every direction, even without any of the gel the lame people
who tried to look cool used. He knew the professor didn’t use any, because he
didn’t care about how he looked. Even without trying, the professor looked…
Spark couldn’t think of a word to describe how the professor looked. His face
was rugged, yet handsome. His legs were firm, Spark knew from all the times he
had poked them for attention. His arms were muscled from hours of tests,
carrying all the equipment needed himself, even the extremely heavy stuff. His
chest, Spark remembered from the way button down shirts hung off of him in the
mornings, was chiseled, abs strongly defined and slightly tan. His throat
bobbed when he tilted his head back to drink the rest of his coffee.
Now Spark was confused. His body was doing something weird, something it hadn’t
done before, and it wasn’t his heart. He felt funny between his legs, almost
like throbbing. Why was he feeling like this? All he had done was think about
the professor and his chest, his throat, his stubble, and- wait, it did it
again, harder this time. He reached down to where the feeling was coming from
and touched the spot, gasping. It felt weird, but good, and for some reason his
dick, at least that’s what the other boys called theirs, was hard. He pressed
harder and the feeling intensified, causing him to release a groan. He didn’t
know if it felt good, but he knew he wanted more, so he pressed more firmly and
moved his palm in circles. What the hell was going on?! Spark was confused and
worried, the feeling wasn’t going away. In fact the throbbing increased so much
it could be considered painful. He bit his lip and rubbed harder, now letting
out small grunts and moans, breath hitching, throwing his head back when he
pressed harder than intended, immediately adjusting to keep that pressure. It
was starting to feel really weird down there, like something might come out,
maybe? He screwed his unfocused eyes shut and humped into his hand, moore moans
spilling out when he released his lip from its prison. The feeling wasn’t going
away. He still felt like something was going to come out, but it wasn’t
happening. Poor Spark was a confused, adorable little wreck, humping into his
own flat palm like a bunny in spring, voice at an octave befitting of a girl,
spewing out those obscene noises.
“Sp-Spaaaark~”
Said boy stopped his actions, breath circulating in and out in gasps. He
whimpered at the lack of sensation and immediately resumed humping his hand,
lighter this time.
“That’s it. G-good boy, Spark.”
Was the professor calling him? Spark thought so, but that sure was an awfully
weird way to ask him to come down. Spark thought it was probably a good thing
the professor was asking for him, He was feeling so desperate right now, no
matter what he did, the feeling wasn’t going away from between his legs. The
professor probably knew how to get rid of it, right?
 
“Mnn!” Spark moved his hand and immediately turned onto his stomach to start
humping the bed beneath him, only to remember he was supposed to be going to
see the professor. He gave another whimper after getting off the bed, and cute
little gasps left him as he exited his bedroom and walked down the stairs,
unabashedly stopping to grind against the wall halfway down in order to relieve
some more of the pressure, at least temporarily. When he finally made his way
down the flight and around the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks at the
sight before him, eyes wide as saucers.
The professor had his pants halfway down his thighs and his jacket hanging off
at his elbows, one hand wrapped around his length and pumping vigorously, the
other one fondling his balls rather harshly. Spark watched on in confusion,
eyes following the hand that had been at Willow’s sac move up under his tank
top, pushing it up enough for Spark to observe him pull, pinch, and twist at a
nipple, teasing it until it was a strangely attractive shade in Spark’s eyes
somewhere between pink and red. His head was thrown back, eyes that had been
screwed shut so tightly they looked like they would never open again snapped
open to an incredible wideness, completely unfocused and unaware of the
audience he had gained. His breaths came as gasps, chest heaving, body sweating
and a shade or two more red than it was normally. His lips, parted and slicked
with spit, were drawn in between teeth at a particularly hard flick at the
sensitive nub.
Spark was amazed, having completely forgot about his own problem until a gasp
of his name made it throb harder than before. He couldn’t take it anymore, even
as much as he wanted to watch his guardian do these things to himself.
“Is that how you fix this?” Spark asked, pointing down at his own crotch,
swollen member straining against the boxer fabric.
The professor’s head snapped in the direction of the voice, eyes still wide,
but in response to a completely different situation. Oh god no, he thought when
he saw the mostly undressed boy standing in front of him, Spark’s erection
obvious to the professor’s eyes, skin flushed pupils blown in reaction to what
the professor assumed had been an attempt to fix the erection himself. Shit, I
might jump him.
“I was thinking about you when it got like this and I can’t make it go away,”
Spark said, looking down at his own crotch.
Stop saying those things, I’m gonna do something highly illegal if you
continue! The professor thought desperately.
“I think it’s the same as yours,” Spark said, casting glances from the
professor to himself, comparing the twos’ bodies. “I can’t be sure with these
on though,” the boy said, slipping his boxers down, where they gathered
forgotten at his ankles. He took another second to look at his own erection and
then back at the professors, the man himself having frozen in surprise at not
only being caught, but Spark being in this state as well. “Yeah, they’re the
same. Is what you were doing earlier how you fix it? I tried but apparently I
can’t do it myself.”
Fuck, the professor thought. This can’t be happening. I must be dreaming.
There’s no way this is going on right now. How the hell is he so calm about
this!?
Spark took one leg out of his boxers, shaking them off to the side with the
other and walking over to the couch the professor was sitting on, still
unbelieving and very much in shock. “Can you atleast show me how to do it?” he
asked, pointing at the professor’s crotch with no shame.
The professor’s head finally clicked back into gear at the question, staring at
the finger pointing at his erection, growing harder at every action taken by
this innocent and clueless bunny, then his gaze drifted down to Spark’s
erection, so small and pink, begging to be touched and pressed and squeezed and
teased until it finally reached release, then snapped up to the boy’s insistent
face. “I-I… I don’t think, well, really, that’s not, ah, you see-”
“What’s the issue?” Spark asked, tilting his head, face morphing into an
expression of confusion, eyebrows knit together. “I’ve already seen you do it,
so just keep going! You were doing something like this, right?” Spark moved so
he was straddling one of the professor’s knees, then moved his hand to grip
Willow’s erection, pulling up and down.
Obviously this boy had no idea what personal space or privacy was, as well as
consent. Not that the professor was complaining particularly loud, mind you. He
bucked his hips into the grasp, moaning, “T-tighter…”
The boy complied, squeezing harder, his fist barely holding the whole thing,
foreskin pulling down with each tug, the rush of precum making the movement
easier. “like this?”
“Hnnn! Y-yes!” The professor dropped his head back, eyes rolling and fingers
clenching into the couch cushions as the boy worked his dick. Spark’s own body
responded merely to the sight of the professor and his reactions. His own
erection throbbed again, and he ground down against the leg in between his own,
letting out a little moan at the friction and continuing the movement, along
with his fist pumping the professor.
The professor’s head shot up at the movement of the other against his thigh,
eyes drinking in the sight of the boy, face twisted in an expression of both
concentration and need as Spark pumped and moved against Willow’s leg at the
same speed.
“H-hey, touch mine t-too,” Spark voiced, eyes narrowed and dark with need,
mouth open in an attempt to draw more air into his lungs with each gasp, cheeks
and ears red, the color spreading down his neck and chest as well.
Willow let go of the couch with both hands, leading one over to the boy’s
erection, grasping it firmly, while his other moved up to slide along his
smooth torso. The professor allowed the hand on Spark’s torso to wander,
becoming slick with with Spark’s sweat as the limb moved from pressing firmly
on his stomach up to rubbing harsh circles onto a nipple with the pad of his
thumb, then to lightly ghost over Spark’s neck. “A-ah! Do th-that again!” Spark
pleaded when the professor moved his hand past the nipple. Spark’s hand had
faltered and he began shakily pumping again, but Willow moved the hand away and
up to his neck, along with the other one. Spark got the message and draped his
arms around the professor, resting them on his shoulders.
The professor then complied with the boy’s wishes and moved his hand back to
Spark’s body, rubbing the nipple again and drinking up all the moans he
received from the action. “Is it too hard?” He asked in concern, receiving a
barely understandable “Don’t stooooop~” in return. The professor smirked, now
fully in control of his actions, and attached his lips to Spark’s throat. Spark
moaned and tilted his head back, hands latching into Willow’s hair, grip
painful to the other, but he didn’t mind. The professor placed kisses all over
the pale stretch of skin to a chorus of “Hah!” and “Nn!”, then latched to a
piece of it right below the boy’s right collarbone, alternating between sucking
harshly and licking until he saw a dark red patch form, this action accompanied
by many groans and gasps. He licked it one last time before swapping hands on
the boy’s erection and moving the one that had been occupied with Spark’s dick,
now covered in precum, to the opposite nipple that had been teased, finding it
hard to get a grasp due to the slick sweat and secretion. He rubbed circles
onto the new bud and lowered his head to the first one, flicking his tongue
over the abused thing.
“Professor! Mnn, a-ah!! N-no more, c-can’t, something’s c-coming!” Willow drew
his head back and moaned at the sight of the boy before him. His eyes were
filled with tears, snot running down from his nostrils. His cheeks were
insanely red, the blush continuing at this harsh color down past his nipples,
even. Drool seeped out of his mouth, and the hickey was already starting to
turn a shade of purple. His erection leaked like a fountain.
The professor sped up his movement, latching onto the nipple again and sucking
harshly, his other hand moving down to fondle the other’s sac. He pulled back.
“That’s good, let it out.” He stared at the boy’s contracting abdomen before
looking at his face. Fuck it, he thought and leaned in towards the other’s
face, capturing his lips and sliding his tongue into the open orifice.
That was it for Spark, hearing those words and feeling the professor’s wet
muscle invade his mouth was plenty to send him over with all the stimulation he
was already receiving. He moaned loudly into the professor’s mouth as his whole
body spasmed, hands tightening in the hair they were holding. Hot, sticky
release poured over his stomach in strings, but he didn’t notice, completely
lost in euphoria. He sat there, the kiss long since stopped by the professor in
favor of watching Spark’s first orgasm.
“Shit, that was hot. You’re so damn sexy for someone your age, Spark,” was the
first thing he heard when he had come down enough to hear again. He looked into
the professor’s eyes, gaze still not quite focused, then his eyes trailed down
to where the professor was jacking off. Spark was mildly annoyed that the other
was doing this himself, but too tired to do much to stop him. The professor’s
eyes closed once again as his own orgasm ripped through him, spilling in his
hand with a moan of “Spark!”
Spark himself took a look at the white substance on Willow’s hand and for some
reason had the urge to taste it. Acting on that thought, he took the
professor’s arm and brought his hand level to his face, licking some of the
semen off.
The professor watched, frozen with disbelief, as the boy’s eyes drooped sexily,
licking every drop from his palm. His breath hitched slightly as the wet tongue
ran over his hand, stimulating the nerves. Now he was imagining the boy sucking
on his fingers, then moving to lean over the couch, ass sticking out and
waving, begging to be spread open and fucked. That was the professor’s cue that
this needed to stop before it got out of hand, so he pulled the dirty hand away
from the boy’s mouth, wiping it off on his own chest, and set Spark on the
couch. He then stood up and pulled his pants up, discarding the jacket on the
floor before scooping an extremely tired and worn out Spark in his arms,
carrying him upstairs.
“Professor?” the boy mumbled, “Can we do that again?”
Willow froze, unprepared for the question. “I-I don’t think so. We’ll just have
to see.”
“Mmmk, but sleep with me tonight, yeah? Don’ wanna be alone.”
The professor sighed, carrying Spark into the boy’s bedroom, setting him down
on the bed before climbing in beside him. “Yeah, I can do that”.
Spark was nearly asleep, but he had one more important question before he
nodded off. “Stay with me forever?”
The professor was caught aback by this one as well, but he knew what he wanted.
The last word spoken before both drifted off into dreamland: “Forever.”
~
What will happen next to our characters? Find out in the next chapter of I'll
Win You Over, I Swear!
Chapter End Notes
     First smut scene writen, can you tell? Feedback is great. Probably no
     more than a year's timeskip next chapter, if any.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Spark finds out at school what doing what he and the professor did
     could mean and he wonders if the professor did it because he loves
     him or just to merely let out sexual frustration. That is literally
     all there is to this chapter, sorry to disappoint.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry, I’ve been mulling some ideas over and can’t pick how to
     advance the plot yet, but whatever happens next will be based off of
     what Spark learns in this chapter. I’m so at a loss at how to
     continue I don’t think I’ll even pick what his exact thoughts on this
     info are, seeing as I have many different paths to choose from at
     this point. Any ideas on how to continue are more than welcome, if I
     could find some better than the ones in my own head I may go off of
     those, credit will be given. Not that I expect many (or any) replies,
     seeing as this piece doesn’t have much positive feedback… well,
     whatever. Here’s the chapter, sorry for the lack of fulfillment. Oh
     yeah, this also gives me a chance to throw in some old loves too.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Spark listened intently to the other boys talking around him in the locker
room. He thought once he was at the same level as them physically, as far as
puberty goes, he would be able to easily join in their talks, but he couldn’t.
It wasn’t because he was lacking what they had any more, on the contrary he had
become quite familiar with his body and sensitive areas in the past two months,
starting with that one night with the professor. Memories of that night had
often helped speed the process on nights when he was alone, though none could
compare with the first. His awkwardness was because he couldn't bring himself
to participate in the antics of the others. He listened to the others talk all
the same though.
“Getting off on your own is great,” a boy with black hair, black, or brown,
depending on the light, eyes, and tan skin said, “but I hear it’s even better
when someone else does it!”
“Of course it is you moron,” said another with red-brown hair. “I’ve been
touched by many girls AND boys, and it’s ten times better than on your own, not
that a loser who can’t ever hope to be at my level, much less beat me, at
anything would know.”
The first threw a punch at the second at that point, which the second
sidestepped and retaliated by grabbing the other by his shirt, followed quickly
by the other doing the same and both raising their fists in a threatening
manner.
“OH YEAH?” yelled the first, “Well my mom said it shouldn’t be done with anyone
but the person you fell in love with and I haven’t found that person yet! Are
you in love with all the people you’ve been with? Huh? What makes you so much
better than me anyway?”
“HAH!” chuckled the second. “That’s a lame excuse to say you’re not attractive
enough for anyone to like you enough to even WANT to get in your pants, and
that makes you lamer than me to begin with!”
“Well you sure aren’t getting in there, that’s for sure!”
“I’ll be wherever I want to be, just you try to stop me!”
And with that, the second stuck his hand right down the other’s shorts. Spark
jumped and turned away from the strange scene, cheeks red and eyes closed
tightly, fists clenched and head shaking violently.
“Come on guys, cut it out already!”
Spark turned around to see the really tan coach with squinty eyes walk over.
Finally, someone would break those two apart.
“Yes, it’s better when someone else touches it, and it’s even better if that
person loves you. But the best is when a very pretty girl touches you like
there’s no tomorrow, regardless of love, but love is good too, don’t get me
wrong!! and if she pulls the…” He rambled on, words lost on the three boys, the
red head now groping the poor black haired one and Spark covering his ears and
shaking, curled up on the bench. Seriously! It was like those three were from a
different time altogether!
He was curious now though. Had the professor touched him because he loved him,
or had it been merely because the professor had felt good and thought he needed
to help Spark feel good as well? And was it really better if it was a girl
doing it? He would have to ask the professor later about the first two, and
perhaps try the last one for himself…
~
What will happen to our characters next? Find out in the next chapter of I'll
Win You Over, I Swear!
Chapter End Notes
     Once again, sorry. I have inspiration for two one shots for YOI and
     Voltron now, I think I’ll try to get those out before updating this
     again. Plus, that gives me time to think about where to take this
     next.
     -Rex
End Notes
     Hope it was alright, I'll try to update once a week. Ideas are
     welcome, please comment about how I can improve. Thanks for checking
     this out, please stick with it!
     -Rex
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