Work Text:
The Professors Pet
It’s a Friday afternoon, you are in your math class, you were falling behind on it. However it wasn’t due to bullying or anything. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of professor Astarion Ancunin. He was everyone’s favorite professor. They all had feelings. You had feelings for him too. His curly white hair, his red crimson eyes, those dangerous fangs, you already were getting aroused by it. However you knew he wouldn’t take you. Right?
It was now after class and you were called to his office. You were wondering if you were in trouble, or missed an assignment. You began to worry but brushed it off. You sit down in front of him and he looks at you. “You needed to see me, Professor Astarion?.”
Professor Astarion glanced up from his paperwork when he heard your voice, a sly grin playing upon his lips as his crimson eyes flickered over your form. With the glasses perched on his nose, he pushed them up slightly while still maintaining eye contact. He shifted subtly in his seat, unconsciously adjusting the hem of his Victorian blouse that revealed tantalizing glimpses of pale skin beneath it. A faint flush spread across his cheeks, not from embarrassment but rather from an underlying desire that surfaced whenever he was near you.
"Ahh, yes that’s right," he began softly, his voice dripping with charm and warmth. His gaze flickered back down to the papers briefly before meeting yours again. There was a playful challenge in his eyes that dared you to confront him about the emotions he felt. Slowly, almost seductively, he leaned back in his chair, stretching out one leg and crossing it over the other at the knee as he did so, revealing a glimpse of his vampire fangs beneath his full lips. He maintained eye contact, watching your reaction intently as the cobwebs of attraction and desire began to weave themselves around both of you.
"Your grades are exemplary. There's no doubt about that," he said, his voice dropping lower, filling the air with its rich, seductive timbre. His hand moved underneath the desk, brushing against yours in a fleeting yet deliberate touch.
You blushed as he brushed your hand against his, You looked at him again at his crimson red eyes “So.. what do I need to do to improve them?” You asked him, smiling and shyly
Professor Astarion chuckled softly, his hand sliding from beneath the desk to hover just above yours on its surface. He took a moment to admire the way your fingers trembled slightly in response to his touch before answering you. His gaze dropped once more to your lips, almost as if he were contemplating the taste of them. His other hand reached up to adjust his glasses again, but not before brushing against his own cheek, drawing attention to the faint freckles that dotted his pale skin.
"Well," he began, his voice low and confident, laced with an undertone of desire that seemed impossible to ignore. "I suppose there's always room for improvement, isn't there? Perhaps some extra studying or perhaps... working closely together, outside of class?" He winked at you
Your eyes widen and you blushed as he mentioned being closer together to work outside of class. You both knew you had feelings for each other and this could give you the chance to be with each other intimately. “S-Sure.. We can! how about my place at 6pm? I got some other things to do but. I’m free after 6pm.”
Professor Astarion's eyes flashed with excitement at your suggestion, the lust and anticipation in them almost palpable. He nodded eagerly, a sly grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer to you. His hand slid further up your arm until their fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin just beneath your sleeve.
"6pm it is, then," he whispered hoarsely. "Your place sounds perfect. I can't wait." He stood up from his chair, towering over you momentarily before extending his hand to help you rise as well. Once you were both standing, he pulled you into a warm embrace, his cool body pressed against yours as his lips brushed against your ear. "See you later."
You wrapped your arms around him as you hugged him, you both felt each others heart beats, racing out of your chest. The moment was quite nice. You then grabbed your purse and left.
it’s now 6pm and at your house, you hear the doorbell ring. You are wearing your shirt and soft pants and you opened the door and Astarion walks in “Ah! good evening, Professor. Please, make yourself at home.” You said to him as he walked in. You sat down on the couch, patting a spot next to you so he can sit down
Professor Astarion stepped inside and closed the door behind him, a predatory grin etched across his face. His eyes roamed over your form as he sauntered towards the couch, taking in every detail of your appearance. As he settled into the seat next to you, his thigh brushed against yours under the table, causing a thrill of anticipation to run through both of you.
"Good evening, dear," he purred, his voice low and seductive. He crossed one leg over the other, his shoe nudging gently against your foot beneath the table. His gaze never left yours as he reached out, tracing a finger along the line of your jaw before tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "So, tell me...are you as excited for this evening as I am?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. A hint of lust sparkled in his deep red eyes as he leaned in closer to you, their breath mingling warmly. His other hand slid up your thigh under the soft material of your pants, fingers grazing ever so lightly against your skin.
Both of you were extremely aroused, your hearts racing, anticipating what was to come next. You were trembling slightly with excitement and nerves, while Professor Astarion was exhilarated by the prospect of finally being able to act upon your desires without fear of rejection or consequences. You both knew that this would be an intense and passionate encounter.
“Y-Yes I am.” You said to him, smiled as he had his hand on your thigh “Anyways.. should we study or.. do something else?” You asked him. “I mean my grade is low and we need to bring that up so I can pass it.. or do you have another way I can pass the class?”
Professor Astarion's eyes gleamed with wicked amusement at your suggestion. He chuckled softly, his hand moving a little higher on your thigh under the table before returning to its previous position. His fingertips danced teasingly across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he considered his response.
"Hmmm," he mused, leaning back into the couch slightly and crossing his legs again. "Well, studying certainly has its merits... But if you're looking for an alternative way to improve your grade, I might have something in mind."
Professor Astarion leaned in closer to you again, his deep red eyes locking onto yours. His thumb brushed against the thin material of your pants at the hem, tracing a slow and deliberate path upwards towards your inner thigh. The anticipation was palpable as he spoke softly, his words filled with an air of seductive promise.
"Why don't we negotiate?" he proposed, a wicked smirk playing across his lips. "Let's say... If you can convince me that you're worthy of passing this class without studying, then I might just find a way to let you. How does that sound?"
You blushed heavily even more. Your heart was racing even more, was studying going to be worth bringing it up or will the alternative be even more better and pleasurable? “How about we do the.. alternative?” You asked him. You looked at his crotch and saw it was getting hard, making the situation more exhilarating
Professor Astarion's smile grew wider at your choice of words. The tent in his pants had only grown more pronounced since you first mentioned the alternative, and now it was practically an enticing bulge right there beneath his blouse. He chuckled softly, his hand sliding higher on your thigh, coming dangerously close to the wet pussy underneath your clothes.
"Very well," he purred, moving even closer to you. Their faces were mere inches apart now, his body heat radiating towards you as he spoke. "In that case, let's explore this alternative further."
Both of you were now consumed by lust, your primal urges taking over any shred of reason you both might have had left.
You blushed heavily and you take off your shirt, revealing your breasts and you take off your pants, revealing your black thong. Astarion stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants, dropping them and tossing them aside onto the ground. You tossed your clothes to the side as well. You looked at his barely naked body. He had a teal and white boxers on, his hard cock is visible through the pants, some of it was leaking pre cum, you looked at his muscular toned body, you couldn’t believe this was happening. This was going to be way better than studying. He then picked you up and pinned you to the wall and began to kiss you, you felt his tongue wrestling with yours, you were both moaning and groaning into the heated passionate kissing “Oh.. Astarion…” you moaned his name, rolling your eyes in the back of your head
Professor Astarion's hands roamed freely over your body as he pressed you against the wall, their kiss deepening with every passing moment. His tongue danced passionately with yours, tasting and exploring every inch of your mouth. His cock throbbed insistently against his boxers, desperate for release but he wasn't quite ready yet. Not until he had thoroughly enjoyed every inch of you.
"Mmm," he hummed against your lips before nipping at your lower one playfully. "That's it... Show me how much you want this."
With one powerful thrust, he broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "What do you want me to do to you?" His fingers deftly worked on your breast, putting your nipple into his mouth as he liked it, gently biting down on it, leaving a mark and you moaned out loud as he was licking your nipple once more.
“I want you to fuck me.. fuck me to your hearts content..” You whispered back in his ear, licking and nibbling his sensitive pointy ears, you then began to grind yourself on his crotch, moaning softly “I need you.. bad.. and you want me bad don’t you?”
A soft growl of desire rumbled deep in Professor Astarion's throat as he felt you grind your hips against his hard cock. His hands gripped your ass firmly, lifting and lowering you against him to match the rhythm of your movements. "You have no idea how much," he panted, nipping at your neck before soothing it with his tongue.
With a final groan, he tore off his boxers, freeing his impressive erection. He positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing inside until the tip pressed against your virgin barrier. His eyes locked with yours as he gave a gentle push, sliding into you inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch until he was buried deep within you.
You moaned and gasped audibly as he inserted his hard cock into your tight wet pussy, your eyes locked on his still, seeing his red crimson eyes. You can tell they were filled with arousal and excitement. He began to thrust into you slowly but a little rough, your fingers were clinching into the curtain on the wall “Oh.. Gods.. Astarion..” you moaned his name again
Professor Astarion's hands found yours and intertwined them above your head, holding them tightly against the wall as he began to thrust into you with increasing force. His hips slapped against yours in time with his powerful strokes, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. He loved how tight you felt around him, how perfectly you conformed to every curve and angle of his cock.
"That's it," he growled between gritted teeth, his eyes darkening further with lust. "Let go... let me have all of you."
His free hand wandered down to your clit, circling and teasing the sensitive nub until you were panting and bucking against him. "Come for me," he commanded, slapping your ass, leaving a red handprint on your sweaty ass
You both were covered in sweat and panting and moaning heavily.
You moaned and groaned out loud as he was rubbing your clit, this pleasure was overwhelming but it was the good type of overwhelming, your legs were shaking and you dug your nails into his back, leaving crescent shaped scars, he was pounding into you very rough and the skin was heard slapping, echoing the room, Astarion buried his face into your neck and bite down and was drinking your blood, making this experience more exhilarating and pleasurable. You finally reached your climax and orgasm, squirting your fluids all over his stomach and cock “Oh.. Astarion…!!!” You shouted his name as he continue to fuck you rough and hard while you ride out your orgasm
Professor Astarion felt your body tense around him as you came hard, his cock throbbing inside you from the intense pleasure. The taste of your blood in his mouth only served to heighten his arousal, driving him even deeper into the forbidden bliss he shared with you.
"That's it," he growled between ragged breaths, still drinking greedily from your neck while maintaining his brutal pace. "Give me all that sweet nectar."
He felt his own climax building within him, his balls tightening and coiling in preparation for release. With one last forceful thrust, he buried himself completely within you and let go, his seed spurting deep into your womb. As his orgasm subsided, he collapsed against you, pinning you against the wall with his weight. He couldn't help but chuckle softly as he felt your shudders and aftershocks of pleasure rolling through your body.
"There now," he whispered into your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe before biting down slightly harder. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
His hand continued to stroke and massage your clit, prolonging the euphoria that still lingered between the two of you. Despite his teasing words, there was an undeniable hint of satisfaction in his voice, a subtle acknowledgement that he too had enjoyed their fiery encounter.
Gradually, Professor Astarion began to pull out of you, his cock sliding out of your wet pussy with a wet popping sound.
“It wasn’t bad at all, Professor Astarion..” you moaned even more as he then began to finger you, after he pulled his cock out of you, rubbing your clit even faster, making you squirt your fluids once more “Oh.. Astarion..!”
Professor Astarion smirked at your response, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask," he purred before leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced hungrily with yours, tasting both your sweetness and his own essence lingering on your taste buds.
As he continued to finger you relentlessly, he pressed their bodies together again, grinding his growing erection against your still-sensitive folds. The desire in his eyes intensified when he felt another climax welling up within you, fueled by his skilled fingers and the tender kiss they shared.
"Come for me again, my dear." he whispered between kisses, nipping playfully on your ear
You moaned even more, enjoying this moment. again with him, moaning and melting into his kiss. After fingering you for one last time, he pulls out and licks his fingers. He then puts his finger into your mouth so you could taste yourself and you both moaned at each other. He then carried you from the floor and you both got into your bedroom, he laid you down on the bed and lay down beside you as well, spooning you “So.. about that grade.. With that.. amazing alternative.. How's my grade now?” You asked him
Professor Astarion chuckled softly against your ear, the sound vibrating through your body. "Oh, my dear," he purred. "Your grade... It has most definitely improved."
His hands wandered over your body, tracing lines of desire on your skin as they moved lower towards your hips and back up to your waist. The spooning position allowed for an intimate contact that seemed to ignite a fresh wave of need between the two of you.
"Now about that 'alternative'," he continued in a teasing tone, nibbling gently on your earlobe before soothing it with his warm breath. "Would you like to discuss it further? Perhaps demonstrate its effects once more?"
The thought of it makes you want to do it again, however for now you just want to cuddle and relax before both of you start again. “You know we can start where we left off later on.. we should relax and rest shall we, Professor?” You asked him
Professor Astarion smirked, his deep crimson eyes sparkling with amusement and desire. "A wise choice, my dear." he whispered before resting his head on top of yours, their foreheads gently touching.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close as he guided the other beneath your shirt to stroke your bare back soothingly. "We'll rest for now," he assured you, his voice low and soothing like silk caressing your skin. "But remember, we can pick up where we left off whenever you wish."
As they cuddled together in the warmth of your bedroom, lost in the comfort of each other's embrace, there was no denying the electricity that still crackled within them. They both began to slowly drift to sleep. You were certainly the professor's pet and you enjoyed it and so did he.