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She began to get used to waiting for his next text.
It was always a game to him, she knew, as he ignored her in class even as she wore her plug as instructed. The plug had become a normal part of her routine now: send him a photo before and after class of it in while he pretended she didn’t exist.
She refused to text him after it had been two weeks. Refused to stay late for his office hours and ask him why he wasn’t texting her? What had she done wrong?
As she bit her lip, her phone finally vibrated.
“Hello,” was his usual greeting as he swung the door open, this time with a smile on his face as he stared down at her.
“Hi,” she was still sheepish in her reply, looking up at his position above her on the landing. He was wearing a plain gray shirt today with a more casual pair of black sweatpants. She could see the cords of his muscles ripple beneath the cotton as he showed her in, holding a long arm out to gesture for her to enter.
She stepped past him slowly, taking a deep breath in as their chests faced each other while she passed him. There was a second where time seemed to slow as she snuck a glance from under his lashes into his face, taking in the few moles that she’d never noticed.
He closed the door a second later, purposely reaching around her so that his shoulder would brush along her back, sending shivers up to her spine.
They were both silent as he took her coat, hanging it in the closet a moment later while she slipped off her boots.
“Can I get you anything?” He asked like clockwork, taking a step away from her before turning on his heel and walking down the hallway. He waited behind the counter as she slowly followed, taking in the fact that the camera wasn’t set up in his living room.
“Can we do shots this time?”
He raised an eyebrow at her, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk a moment later as he turned around to dig through his cabinets for two shot glasses that he placed in front of her. He stared into her eyes briefly as he faced her, challenging her and giving her a chance to change her mind. When she didn’t back down, he shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the fridge and opened the freezer, pulling a bottle of something she didn’t recognize out and walking back to the counter.
He poured the two shots to the top without a word, placing the frozen bottle down next to their glasses as he took a step backward and placed his palms on the edge of the counter, leaning over.
He met her eyes again as he stood there, staring into her eyes as he picked the glass up, holding it in the air as he waited for her to pick her own up.
“Cheers,” he said after she finally picked hers up, clinking them together while a few drops of liquid hit the counter. She tossed it back with him, keeping her eyes trained on him while the liquid spilled down her throat, burning after she swallowed.
“How are classes?” He didn’t hesitate after he’d drank his own while Rey was still recovering, wishing she had a chaser.
“Fine,” was all she replied, sitting up straight in her seat and glancing into his eyes before looking away at anything but him.
“That’s all?” He asked, switching on his feet and focusing his attention solely on her.
“It’s not like you care,” she rolled her eyes, looking at him in defiance.
“I do.”
“Ok,” she looked at him skeptically, watching as he reached to pour them both another. “I have two papers due next week and a test on Friday.” He nodded then, pouring and quickly returning the cap to the bottle. She snuck a glance at him when he was finished, standing the bottle upright on the counter again.
“Good luck with all of that,” he raised his glass again, waiting for her to follow before they clinked them together again, tossing them back simultaneously.
“Thanks,” she replied after the burn had subsided, placing her glass next to his and out of the small puddle that had been left.
“I could help, if you want,” he said, pouring another way too quickly.
“Yeah?” She nearly snorted her reply, pushing back a few inches from the table and standing at the counter rather than sitting. “I don’t know why you care.”
“Of course I do.”
“Right,” she rolled her eyes, placing her elbows on the counter.
“I do. I don’t want to just… do this.” His eyebrows knit together while he looked down, hand enveloping the small shot glass as he rolled it around in his large hand.
Rey’s heart picked up at his admission, not quite sure which direction he was taking. He wasn’t looking at her as she stared at him, following the curve of his jaw down to the small amount of skin on his chest showing. His clavicle was apparent in the shirt that he had chosen and she couldn’t help but let her eyes follow it to his shoulder. She was almost scared to ask what he meant. She found that she was more afraid of what he might say and chose to remain silent.
“Did you want anything to eat with this?” He gestured to the full glasses in front of them, pushing the bottle away from its spot next to them.
“No,” she shook her head, clearing her throat and looking back at him. He nodded as he wrapped his fingers around his glass, sliding it around in a small circle.
Her stomach was beginning to feel warm, face heating up slightly as she switched feet.
“One more?” She asked, grabbing the glass and raising it between them, not waiting for him to toast before tossing it back. She was smiling at him now, taking a deep breath in and placing her own palms on the counter, spreading her legs shoulder length apart.
His eyes didn’t leave hers as he drank his, putting the glass down before turning toward the fridge and opening it to return the bottle. He opened it a second later, retrieving two bottles of water and turning back to her and depositing them on the counter. He twisted the cap off a second later, taking a swig while his eyes remained on her.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She finally asked after a moment of silence, his eyes never leaving her.
Ben was quiet, turning the bottle over in his large palms. He didn’t say a word as he played with the bottle, placing it down on the counter before finally speaking.
“I want to touch you today,” his eyes were back on her, pupils blown wide.
Her mouth fell open at that, not quite sure how to reply.
“Ok.”
The camera was set up how it usually was, at the foot of the bed, with a towel covering the duvet this time. She raised an eyebrow at that, stepping into the room slowly but knowing better than to ask questions.
She quickly slipped out of her jeans and sweater without looking at him, only sneaking a glance as she undid the hooks of her bra. He was adjusting the camera again, fiddling with the viewfinder before standing straight and focusing his attention on her. She met his eyes as she stripped now, the cups of her bra falling to the floor before she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She didn’t think about it, she just did, standing before him bare a second later.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he gestured to the bed, still standing behind the camera to make final adjustments. She crawled onto the middle of the mattress, laying squarely in the middle of the towel that he had set out.
Feeling confident from the liquor, she laid back onto the pillows, spreading her legs to bare herself to the camera all while keeping her eyes fixed on him. He didn’t back down, instead having his pupils dilate in the bright room as they travelled up and down her slender frame.
“I’m going to touch you today,” he finally spoke after a minute of staring, watching her like an animal caught in a trap.
She nodded, pulse quickening and cheeks flushing further. This wasn’t ever supposed to happen, she remembered. She remembered that he had said he’d never touch her but now she felt herself craving his attention.
With one final glance into the viewfinder, he clicked record and spun it around to face her, instantly showing her her naked body, eager and waiting. He walked over to the side of the bed, fixing his sweatpants before sitting on one leg next to her, just outside the camera view as usual.
He stared at her for a moment, almost as if he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, hesitating before raising a hand to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he said after a moment, making her flush all the way down her neck. She had snarky replies ready to be said, she was ready to bite back and argue with his words but found that they weren’t leaving her lips. Instead, she instinctually leaned into him, taking in the strong and masculine scent of his cologne. She closed her eyes as she was enveloped, still leaning forward until she was positive that her forehead would brush his lips. When they didn’t, she opened her eyes and found that he’d moved away. “Relax,” he spoke as he pulled a pillow from the other side of the bed and bunched it behind her, gesturing for her to lean into them.
Once she was finally situated, his eyes not having left hers, he ran a hand up the inside of her spread thighs, smirking as he took in the gasp she’d made. He ran his fingers out to her knee now, using only the tips to tease her. Up and down, he went, slowly and patiently as Rey felt herself began to feel warmer.
After a few minutes of it, he allowed just the tips to grace over the skin at the apex of her thighs, ghosting there lightly enough that she wasn’t even sure he’d done it.
Moaning, she leaned her head backwards, scooting her hips downward and closer to his touch.
“No. Be a good girl,” he breathed into her ear, using his nails to scrape along the soft skin now. She let out a small sigh as she got comfortable again, lips parting while her eyes scanned his face.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed, settling back into the pillows while his fingers began their path up and down again, pausing as they reached her center.
“Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” He whispered in her ear, teasing at the outer lips of her sex. She whimpered at his touch, biting her lip to resist bucking her hips to meet his fingers. “Oh,” he breathed, moving his fingers barely an inch closer to his center. “Someone is soaked.”
She couldn’t help but cry out at his initial touch, barely even a ghosting over her lips. He was right, she knew. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter the more he teased, taking no pity on her.
Finally running a finger through her folds, she cried out and couldn’t help but push her hips to meet his touch, whining at the loss when he withdrew his hand.
“I thought I told you to be a good girl,” he chided, drawing his hand back to quickly bring it back down with a slap.
“I’m sorry!” She cried again, fighting back a moan at the skin that was already turning a bright red.
“I won’t tell you again,” she could feel the ends of his hair rubbing along her cheek and shoulder now, making her squirm closer to his touch. He was back to trailing his fingers up and down, just barely brushing against her lower lips. She could hear him take a deep breath before returning his fingers to her slit, running them through the wetness that had pooled there.
He ran his fingers through her heat a few times before she finally moaned, feeling the tip of his forefinger poke through her folds to rub against her clit. She leaned her head back into the pillows and closer into his grasp, pressing as close into his neck as she could. A second later, he added a second finger, pinching both sides lightly as she gasped, breath blowing into his neck.
“Is this ok?” He whispered into her ear low enough that the camera wouldn’t pick it up, continuing to rub her center in small, tight circles. She nodded into his neck, perhaps a bit too eagerly as he finally trailed his fingers lower, just barely grazing her entrance. “Good,” he breathed, slipping just the tip of a finger inside of her to the first knuckle, wiggling it slightly to gather up some of the moisture that had gathered there.
She wasn’t looking at him but she could hear what he did when he retracted his hand, holding his hand up to his mouth to lick away the fluid that he had collected. She leaned forward just enough to peek at the face he was making, all smug and pleased with himself as his tongue darted out of his mouth one last time before returning his hand between her legs.
“Such a good girl,” he breathed again, immediately inserting two fingers inside of her now, her walls putting up no resistance with the amount of slick that aided his motions. He adjusted himself on his elbow before continuing, easing them deeper, to the second knuckle now, while she spread her legs wider.
“T-thank you,” she moaned while she leaned back into the pillows.
“Professor,” he corrected, pulling his hand out only to push back in. “Call me professor.”
“Y-yes,” she replied with a moan.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, professor,” she added, mouth gone slack as she peeked down between her legs where his large hands were working, taking up all the space that was there.
He seemed satisfied with her correction, pulling and pushing his fingers in and out of her. Finally, when he deemed himself wet enough, he curled them and Rey squealed.
“You like that,” he whispered into her ear, repeating the action again as she canted her hips upward, seeking more of the friction against her upper wall. He obliged, sinking his fingers deeper and curling them just so, smirking when he heard the sounds coming from her mouth. She was enjoying this, she couldn’t lie to herself, but it was still so lacking. Leaving her empty.
“Professor--” she moaned, burying her face in his neck now. His palm was rubbing along her clit now, fingers working her insides roughly.
“Can you come on my hand, baby?”
She pulled her face away then to look at him, pupils blown as he stared down at her, never ceasing his motions. Her lips parted and eyes snapped shut as she began feeling it deep in her center and she was rocking into it now, chasing her own orgasm as his hand continued.
“Oh-- oh my God,” she threw her head back again, moaning as she wound tight like a bow, body stiffening and thighs beginning to quake.
“Good girl, come for me,” his breath was hot on her ear as he spoke, hand not stopping as she squeezed her eyes tighter and tighter.
She came with a cry, shamelessly riding out of orgasm on his hand, grinding down on his fingers until they brushed her inner walls again. It lasted a minute, drawn out by his continued movements as he reached a hand around her shoulder and held her in place.
And that was it, she knew. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just a matter of time but she knew.
“Please, professor,” she panted, coming down from the high. “I need you inside of me. Please.
His face remained stoic as he stared down at her, no emotion or desire showing through.
“I thought you didn’t want that,” he finally spoke, still running his fingers through her folds.
“But I do now,” She felt more desperate by the minute, fighting to remain still as he continued touching her.
“Ask again.”
“Please, she spoke again, turning her head to look into his eyes, hoping that her face conveyed how much she needed this.
He didn’t speak, instead pulling his arm from around her shoulder and bracing his hands against his thighs as he stood.
“Again.”
“Please, professor,” and his resolve seemed to break as his hands reached for the tie of his sweatpants. She looked down quickly, spying the large and long bulge that showed through the cotton.
“Tell me why you deserve this,” he said after the knot was undone, eyes focused solely on her.
“Because…” she began, mouth watering at the idea of what was underneath his pants. “Because I want to be a good girl,” she added a second later, “professor.”
He didn’t speak as he pushed the pants down to his mid-thighs, revealing none of his legs to her vision but granting her a peek at all of neatly trimmed hair. Her thighs clenched together at the sight, center growing even wetter.
His cock bounced free once he pushed his boxer briefs down, something larger than she’d ever encountered. Finn was the biggest that she’d had but her professor seemed to nearly be twice the size, leaving her mouth hanging open.
“Get on your knees,” he spoke, leaving no room for argument as she crawled onto all fours and hung her head.
He centered himself behind her, placing the tip at her entrance. Without a word, he pressed inside of her, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. She cried out, not used to the size, leaning forward onto her elbows, attempting to ease away from his size.
“Stay still,” he commanded, placing his hands on her hips to keep her where she was. He bottomed out again, listening to her moans. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
“I’m sorry, professor,” she whined, pressing back up to her palms while he withdrew and slammed back inside.
“Good.” He spoke, pushing even deeper. “I want you to fuck yourself,” he finally said, easing up on the pressure on her hips. She whined at the words, thinking he was joking until she noticed that he was standing completely still.
“Professor,” she protested, experimentally pressing her hips backward and feeling him press the rest of the way to bottom out.
“What, baby?” He asked, removing his hands completely, leaving her to make her own movements. “I thought I told you to fuck yourself,” he bent over to whisper near her ear, straightening a moment later to lay a harsh slap on her ass.
“Yes, professor. I’m sorry,” she breathed as she grounded herself in her place, experimentally rocking back so that he slid further in. He sucked a breath in a moment later, bringing his hands up to place back on her hips while she slowly picked up her pace, leaning forward then back.
“Good girl,” he said as he ran his hands up and down her sides, slapping her ass again a second later but much softer than the last.
She continued to impale herself while he stood there, motionless, watching her work as a layer of sweat began to settle onto her skin.
“Please,” she begged a moment later, not pausing in her actions, panting as she forced herself back.
“Please, what?”
“Please, professor, I--”
“You what? You can’t do what you’re told? You wanted my cock and you got it, didn’t you?” His hands were tighter on her hips now, just barely helping her rock back into him.
“Thank you professor but I-- I need more, please professor,” she was lost in the feeling now, frustrated and unable to hit the angle that she wanted.
He seemed to huff out a pugg of laughter, mocking her as she begged, before grabbing her firmly and lining himself up better, slamming into her a second later, giving her no time to adjust. She gasped at the sensation, still moving her hips back to meet his while his cock finally started to brush that spot inside of her.
“Thank you,” she moaned, head tilted back and mouth slack. He didn’t reply, instead picking up a brutal pace that she knew would leave her sore.
“Get down,” he growled at her, accentuating his words with another slap on her ass. She did as she was told, laying her cheek on the mattress. He slowed his pace then, testing how much deeper this position would allow.
She cried out when he bottomed out now, brushing her cervix and then repeating the action so she did again.
“Stay still,” he commanded when her hips twitched forward and away. She nodded her head near frantically against the mattress, sneaking glances at his face while he picked a new, unforgiving pace.
She whined while he drove into her, moaning when his thrusts were shallow and gasping when they were hit too deep. A second later, he was pulling out and grabbing her roughly, dragging her to the edge of the bed before he entered her again, this time hunching over her to wrap an arm around her, snaking between her legs.
She let out a long moan at the first touch to her center, arching her back further to allow him more room. His fingers circled her clit, struggling to maintain a pace as they slipped around in her arousal. He was rougher and rougher with her, keeping a brutal pace while still rubbing at the knub. She could feel herself growing warm again, starting low in her stomach and growing toward her limbs.
“Professor,” she breathed, switching from her cheek to her forehead against the sheets. She couldn’t see his face anymore but she could hear the smirk in his reply, the smugness of his voice.
“Are you going to come on my cock? Do you think I’m just going to let you come on my cock?”
“Professor, I-- Please-- I--” It was there, she was just about to tip over the edge--
But he stopped.
“No, please,” she begged, attempting to press herself back into him, only for him to pull completely out.
“Tell me what you want,” his hands were moving over her ass now, nails biting in lightly as she squirmed, completely open to his sight.
“I want to come, professor. I want to come… on your cock, professor.”
“Sluts ask nicely,” he tsked, bringing his hand down for another sharp slap.
“Please, professor. I’m right there, thank you professor but please,” he was considering her now, eyes traveling up and down her body while she wiggled under his touch.
“Fine,” he paused just long enough to resume his position: deep inside of her with fingers working her cunt. “Tell me whose you are.”
Her cheeks flushed at the question, feeling that the moment had unexpectedly become too intimate. But she didn’t feel herself growing disgusted, instead she felt the same heat in her stomach but this time not from arousal.
“Yours, professor,” she managed between breaths, feeling herself stiffen and pressing her cheek back into the bed.
“Say it again.”
“Yours, professor,” she was right there now, feeling her walls squeeze his large manhood as he kept his pace.
“Good girl,” he was panting near her ear now, hips slapping into her while she finally felt herself come undone.
She came with a cry, lips parting as he continued circling her clit, drawing her orgasm out. Once the original wave passed, he pulled his fingers away, hiking her back up onto her hands and knees before reaching around to her face, fingers still soaked, and pressing them past her lips.
“Clean my fingers. They’re filthy,” he said, slightly winded, moving his other hand from her hip to the base of her hair, pulling her back until she moaned, low in her throat.
“Yeth, pwofessah,” she managed around his fingers, relishing the feeling of his fingers wiggling deeper and deeper, pulling her hair harder and harder, bending her neck back at an awkward angle.
“This is my pussy,” he huffed out between thrusts, digging his nails into her scalp now, His pace was erratic now, stuttering as he let out a deep growl. “Gonna fill you up,” he finally spoke, removing the hand from her mouth and placing it on her hip, pulling her flush against him.
She didn’t say a word as he continued, shamefully enjoying the treatment and excited to finally get him off.
With one last thrust, he remained behind her, balls deep as he came, buried inside of her. He only allowed himself to take a single breath as he finished, keeping still but leaning over her, letting his hair brush over her shoulder blades.
“Good girl,” he said after a moment, still completely still even though she could feel him begin to soften. And she was shocked to feel it, confused and even questioning if it even happened, as he placed a kiss in the middle of her back, blowing out a deep breath against her skin.
She didn’t speak as he finally pulled out, pulling his underwear back up his body and tucking himself way. He gave her naked self another look before she pushed herself up and off of the bed, grabbing her panties and then bra, looking at the ground until he spoke.
“You,” he cleared his throat, picking his glasses up from his dresser. “You could stay here,” he finally said, eyes boring into her as she remained there, half naked. “You’ve been drinking. You don’t need to leave.”
Her cheeks flushed at the idea. What was he even asking?
But she found herself nodding.