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warnings: fem!reader, dub-con, non-con, possessiveness, dry humping, alcohol is mentioned, intoxicated people, implied underage and of age drinking, college party, age gap, professor!william, college student!reader, corruption kink, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, dumbification, praise, petnames, fingering, edging, swearing, reader has a boyfriend, cheating, minors dni

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Steal you away

You hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place. Walls vibrating with each beat of the music blasting in the main room of the house, alcohol was everywhere, on the floors and walls from drunk students spilling them, even the people at the party smelled strongly of beer or any other alcohol brought to the party, but you stayed mainly away from the large crowd of college students and you even questioned why you came in the first place when you stood out like a sore thumb with your mini skirt and blouse on.

”Heyyy, babe waddya doin’? Wanna drink with me?” The voice of a male slurred, turning you saw it was your boyfriend only in a very drunk state as he stumbled over his feet with two plastic cups in his hands that threatened to spill the liquid inside of them.

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you quietly shook your head and rolled your eyes when he scoffed at you. “Why can’t ya just relax and drink one with me, your boyfriend.” He scowled, seeming angry with you already and you both haven’t been there but maybe ten minutes, but you aren’t surprised he went and got drunk so soon anyways.

”Because someone has to drive the other home so no. I’m not drinking anything that isn‘t a soda or water.” You turned facing away from him who mumbled under his breath at you before stumbling to his friends offering them the cup of alcohol he tried to give to you. He’s the reason you were here at this stupid party that meant nothing except getting drunk and getting laid, two things you didn’t want tonight because of the stress of your finals coming up in a few days. You understand it was a party to have fun at but you can’t have fun with your anxiety looming over your head.

Everyone in the main living room started hollering, cheering and screaming random shit at the top of their lungs and your curiosity got the better of you and with quick strides you opened the door to what you assumed was the living room and open kitchen that had cups scattered across it. A guy about your own age if not a little older walked into the room, so he was why they all went crazy but why?

Your feet move before you think clearly about it and you’re pushing yourself between horny and drunk students to reach the male that seemed to be the only other sober person there. With a huff you wave at him and he smiles back, he kind of looked familiar now that you were closer.

”Hey, enjoying the party?” He asks, accent clear as he smiles at you.

“No.” “Yeah me neither.” He chuckles, leaning against the island in the kitchen and you realize he has an accent and a nice one at that, his voice soft and he tried hiding the accent to his voice but it wasn’t hard to miss.

“What’s your name then? You’re the only person I’ve seen here that isn‘t passed out drunk yet.” You groan and the male laughs at you for a moment before flashing that kind smile from earlier at you. “I’m Michael, this is my house.”

No way. “You’re hosting this party?” You asked wide-eyed, mouth hung open in complete shock that the anxious boy that always got great grades would host something like this at his own house.

”Oh goodness no, my friends are hosting this party here since the old man is upstairs minding his business for once.” His eyebrows furrow together when he says the last words, leaving you curious who it even was he was implying but you didn’t want to get too noisy, you didn’t even know the guy that much besides the occasional rumor. “They wanted a party before the finals so… We did it.”

You nod at his words but your thoughts drift off to who he could’ve meant. He obviously lived with someone else still, probably his parents until he graduated so maybe that’s who he means? Or it could literally be some old man that’s upstairs not being nosy on what’s happening.

You face the ongoing party across the room, leaning your elbows back against the island as you listen to the annoying music and thumping of the loud beats that would surely give yourself a headache later if you stayed for too long, and Michael seemed to take notice of it.

“It’s quieter upstairs if you want to get away from…” He glances at the drunk crowd cheering and screaming the lyrics to a song playing. “That.”

You grin at the grimace he makes when he watches a girl fall to the floor with a loud giggle, standing back on her wobbly feet like nothing happened and continues to dance. “Didn’t you say there was a “old man minding his business for once” up there?” You ask with a playful grin as you tilt your head.

“He won’t bite, besides, he has papers to work on up in his office so as long as you don’t bother him then he won’t bother you.” He shrugs as you contemplate on it before sighing and patting his shoulder as you head towards the stairs.

He was right about it being quieter up there. Sure it was still rather loud with you being right at the top of the steps but it was muffled enough for you to hear your own thoughts as you walked down the hall, staring at the few doors on both sides of yourself before stopping and turning to your left, facing one of the doors as you shook your shoulders and reached for the knob. You needed somewhere to sit and relax, and this was the furthest away from all the noise downstairs.

The door opens with a soft clink and you step in with a sigh, closing your eyes as you rolled your shoulders back in a mini stretch, but the sound of a scarily familiar voice makes you freeze where you stood.

”Need something?” The voice spoke, rather annoyed as the sound of papers sliding across a desk echo through the room and a loud groan escapes the male sitting in an office chair on the other side of the rather small room you were both in and then you realized.

That was Mr. Afton, your robotics instructor.

Your blood ran cold and your heart hammered against your ribcage and your skin turns shades lighter at the sight of your rather scary teacher. He never came off as rude or mean but no one messed with him, there was consequences if you even spoke a word while he was instructing.

”Ah, you’re one of my students. What are you doing in here?” He stares up at you holding eye contact, fingers flipping through papers in his hands as he sighed through his nose and his eyes held a cold and angered look to them, you interrupted him while he was busy and it’s just your luck that he was currently frustrated with the stacks of papers sitting on his desk.

”I didn’t mean to.” You mutter quietly, shoulders tensed as he eyed you before smirking and pushing himself back from his desk, leaning in his chair as he watched you fidget. You could’ve left by now if you wanted to, but maybe you truly were scared of your strict teacher? Who knows, he only cared about the newfound idea that entered his mind when his eyes landed on you stumbling into his office.

“Come here, little one.” He huffs, shuffling papers in his hands before sitting them on the desk and pushing himself back as you neared him with fidgety hands and a worried expression he couldn’t help but smirk at.

He pats his thigh when you go around the desk, brows furrowed slightly as you hesitantly inch closer until he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you down to sit on his thigh. “That wasn’t so hard was it, little girl.” He whispers in your ear with a chuckle before turning his chair back towards the desk, picking up a sheet of paper and writing on it. Your legs threatened to tighten around his thigh that you were sitting on, the fabric rubbing against your covered pussy every time you repositioned yourself and you come to the conclusion you weren’t going to escape him, at least he was very attractive up close.

”Did your mother ever teach you that it’s rude to stare?” He sighs as he turns his head ever so slightly and those silver eyes pierce through you, washed over with embarrassment and shyness you look away and at anything but him and his jaw clenches when he gets a peek down your shirt at your cleavage.

“Don’t look away from me when I’m talking to you, love.“ His slender fingers come up and grip your chin firmly lifting your head to face him and your heart thumps rapidly against your ribcage with how close you are to him. “Nervous? Oh you poor thing, I haven’t had something as perfect as you in a long time, bunny.” His thigh begins to bounce and your fingers grip at the fabric of your shirt as you bite your lip hard to keep any noises from slipping out. This was wrong and you knew it, you had a boyfriend that was drunk downstairs while your professor was bouncing you on his thigh with a smirk on his face as he read the papers in his hands.

A hand slips down to your hip and squeezes warningly. “Pay attention, this is your finished test in my hand.” His voice was smooth, low with an accent that made your knees weak and your stomach do flips while your pussy drooled over the sound, this was all wrong of you and disgusting but could you help it? He leans over your tensed shoulder with a dark chuckle as he eyes the paper, you were pretty and so smart it made him proud but everyone falters even if it’s once.

”Why did you answer this one wrong?” He hums, tilting his head and ghosting his lips over the soft skin of your neck as he spoke close to your ear and quiet, he knew you were attracted to him and it only took minor convincing to your boyfriend to have you here and alone with himself and not with that disgusting boy downstairs.

”I- What?” ”Redo it.” You’re stunned, shocked by his monotone voice as he shrugs you forward off his chest and more over the desk, brushing your clothed pussy against his thigh and your eyes screw shut for a moment over the small friction caused. “Do I need to repeat myself?” His tone has changed and his fingers grip roughly into the flesh of your hips as you let out a whimper by accident and apologize as your hand shakily picks up a pen that was rolled off to the side on the desk.

Your eyes stare at the paper and you try your best to focus but the hand rubbing circles into your thighs now is very distracting and your mind screams at you to think rationally about this whole situation you put yourself in. “Focus on your paper, stupid girl.” He growls, leaning back in his chair and brushing against your covered clit again as you muffle a whine with your hand cursing yourself mentally for letting it slip out but he grins wickedly from behind you.

His hands move back up to your hips mumbling something under his breath that you don’t quite catch as you try your best to rewrite your answer on the paper not even looking at what the question was that you had to answer, you’d do anything to try and ignore the man that towers over your small body right now. His hands pull your hips back and then forward in a slow rocking motion and your thighs squeeze around his own that he grinds you against, fingers tugging at the hem of your short skirt as your lips quiver and your eyes gloss over with growing lust from the pressure applied to your puffy clit and the friction his pants cause send a wave of pleasure down your spine as you shakily write on the paper.

”Mmm, good girl, keep writing. If you get it right I’ll help you pass your finals.” He grins at the way your head lifts slightly at his words before your hand is tugging on the sheet and the pen writes against the paper. Your fingers are making the words wobbly but you try your hardest to make them pretty and eligible for him, a moan escapes you when he grinds you harder against his thigh that continues to bounce, bumping wonderfully against your little pearl hidden by your soaked panties.

”Are you wet? Disgusting, I can feel it on my thigh you know. Such a slutty little bunny aren’t you?” He hums leaning over your small form again, a predatory look in his eyes as he watches your hands struggle to move properly and tears hang onto your pretty lashes.

“Mr. Afton please, mmph, please I can’t..-“ “Can’t what, bunny? Can’t stop making noises as you grind yourself against me? Can’t focus on your paper like I told you? You’re pathetic.” He chuckles at the way your brows furrow and tears start to stray down your cheeks that burn in embarrassment. He was the one doing this to you, you didn’t grind against him did you? Did you?

A hand snakes around your body and grabs your throat pulling you back against his chest and away from the test you tried to answer, seeing the scribbles and poorly wrote words and it made you feel small and pathetic like he had said. Can’t even answer a test when you get a chance to redo it? How were you going to past your finals now?

“Quit squirming, dirty bunny.” William growls, choking you more and your tiny voice gasps as your hands come up to grab at his arm with a lustful expression. “You like this don’t you? I bet you’ve never been treated like this have you?”

Your brain is fogged over with want for your teacher, helplessly rutting against his thigh with his hands guiding you to a rhythm he wanted you at while your head pressed back into his chest, hands grabbing at the desk for something to hold onto while he bounced you on his thigh and your face contorted in the prettiest faces he’s ever seen, all for him and because of him.

”What a mess you’ve made, look at the papers, bunny. You’re dripping all over my thigh too, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, little slut.” He groans when your leg slides against his crotch trying to steady yourself on his leg, not even paying attention to the growing tent in his pants as his half lidded gaze settled on your soft thighs quivering from the stimulation. “You’re close I can tell. Do you deserve to cum?”

”Yes- ngh, yes Mr. Afton! ooo, please let me!” You pant between moans and breathy whines that are like music to his ears, smiling at how ruined you are and he wasn’t even done with you yet.

He releases your hips, moving his hands in front of you in a odd motion as if he was taking something off but your vision is blurry with tears as your climax creeped up your spine and throughout your entire body, tasting it on the back of your tongue as you rut against his thigh like a bitch in heat.

”You’ve made a mess though and only good girls get to cum.” He gets off on the fear in your eyes, not wanting to be a bad girl, only wanting to be good for him, to do what he wants you to do for the smallest praise and touches because only you can be his good little girl. “Beg, pretty bunny.”

Your mouth opens before you can even think of any coherent thought to say that would meet his standards of begging, tears falling down your face as you slowly reach your high and begs and praise towards him drip off your sweet lips as your eyes close and it feels as if lightning has touched you and your body feels incredibly warm. You were so close you’d do anything for it, for him to let you release.

”What a good bunny. Begging so well like a good pet, all for me. Why don’t you cum on my fingers hm? You can do it, pretty girl.” His cock twitches at the high pitch of your moans when two thick and long fingers slide under your panties and force their way into your sopping pussy as your back arches off his chest and your head turns to the side from the pressure building up in your lower stomach. His fingers curling perfectly against your spongy spot as you moan lewdly against him, hands gripping at his dress shirt as your thighs try to squeeze shut and your juices drench his thigh and hand in the sticky fluids, a silent scream leaving you as your body shakes from the overwhelming orgasm and your eyes almost cross from the pleasure. “There you go. Such a good girl, cumming all over my fingers like a pretty bunny for me.”

You smile in a daze and your chest tightens at the praise that leaves him, listening to his heartbeat that’s calm compared to yours but suddenly you’re whining loud when his fingers begin pumping inside of you again at a faster and much more ruthless pace than before.

”Cum again for me, yeah? Dirty little bunny don’t you know I’m married?” He chuckles when your walls pulse around him from the overstimulation, thumb circling around your little pearl as you cry at the overwhelming pleasure and your tiny hands grip at his wrist with begs for him to stop. “I have a wife and three kids, bunny. A happy family, but that woman doesn’t feel nearly as nice as you do. Pretty little body, young and stupid girl, adorable sounds. You’re everything she is not and more.” The squelching from your cunt is embarrassing and you sob as you feel another orgasm approaching much faster than your first one.

”What if she walks in, what will you do if my wife catches you like this? A dirty slut cumming all over her much older teacher’s lap, you want her to walk through that door don’t you?” He’s taunting and his pace quickens when he feels you clench around his fingers at the thought. Such a slutty girl but only for him.

”No..!- haah, stop I’m gonn- ngh, gonna cum..-“ “Do it. Cum on my fingers again, make a mess for me, my perfect girl.” Your walls spasm around his long fingers that rub perfectly against your velvety walls and your body tingles in a mix of pain and overall pleasure as you cum again, gripping at his arm and your nails dig into his skin as you cry out squirting all over his floor and hand.

William’s hand comes out from the confinements of your panties, bringing his fingers up to his lips as he stares into your eyes and licks your essence off his digits with a low groan. “You taste wonderful, love. I’ll have to get more of it next time.” Next time. Wait next time? Did you hear him right?

You breath heavily as he pulls you against his chest, lifting your legs up and more into his lap so you don’t slip off into the floor with how weak you are lying against him. You had a lot to think about but your brain was still in a haze from your orgasms, and being held against William’s chest was an addictive feeling.

Your eyes glance over at one thing that caught your attention earlier before he made you cum a second time, a reminder that you tried to ignore as his fingers carded through your hair and the distant sound of the music

His wedding band.

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