alonimi
Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Printable Version

+- alonimi (https://alonimi.net)
+-- Forum: Archives (https://alonimi.net/forumdisplay.php?fid=72)
+--- Forum: Complete (https://alonimi.net/forumdisplay.php?fid=84)
+--- Thread: Teacher's Pet [Closed] (/showthread.php?tid=621)

Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10


Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Tindome - 07-28-2015

    Michael closed his eyes, another shuddering groan as she gripped his cock, twitching in her fingers. "Anything," he repeated, breathlessly, mindlessly. She could very literally have said anything at all and he would have agreed to it, wanting her so badly that it was driving him mad, made worse by limited attempts at self-control. Her touch and her lips and her teeth all conspired to make it worse, vivid images behind his eyelids of what she'd looked like bent over and crying out.

    A ragged sound escaped him when she pulled away, not quite a groan or a gasp or a whimper. The loss of her touch made him ache; when she took his hand he let her lead him, for a moment, but only a moment. His legs were longer than hers, if not by much, and his sense of urgency greater. He caught up to her, kept going, used the arm she held to pull her against him and catch her mouth with his. His other hand slid along her waist, attempting to walk her into the couch and pin her there with a knee between her legs.

    He shouldn't have been kissing her, he knew. He'd try to sink his teeth into her tongue, her lower lip, into something or anything because he could hear her pulse and feel it against his lips and practically taste it. But he wanted to kiss her and wanted her to kiss him back, wanted her to touch him as if she wanted him even half as badly. Wanted to touch her, this time, and properly, the way he hadn't before.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - megs - 07-28-2015

    Her attempt to slowly drive him mad had been a success and a failure. Her failure had been trying to taste and tease at her leisure and expecting him to play along. Expecting him to be patient when she could hear the desire in his voice; feel the need in every shiver.

    Her success came in the form of his mouth against hers. She barely had time to step out of her shoes, before he was pulling her closer, pinning her to the couch. She kissed him back hungrily, an amorous affection of lips and tongue. Despite her eager return, there was a hesitation, a carefulness. A consideration for his fangs. She wasn't interested in cutting herself, she wouldn't bleed for him unless he asked for it.

    Hands explored his skin, is if they would memorize every line and facet of flesh and muscle. They smoothed over his shoulders and she pushed him away. Pulled her mouth from his with a shaking inhale, only to return to his chest when she caught her breath. What was left of her lipstick left faint markings across his collar and down his sternum.

    She kissed a line down his body, pushing him back as she slid from the couch to kneel in front of him. Hands tugged at his jeans and boxers as she kissed each hipbone in turn. As soon as she'd freed his erection, she ran her tongue across his shaft, before circling her lips around his cock.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Tindome - 07-29-2015

    At first, her pushing him away was confusing, agonizing. Was that it? Had she changed her mind? He was relieved and pleased when she began trailing kisses down his chest, his hands on her shoulders and then in her hair. He was unsteady as she knelt on his floor, fingers curling against her scalp. The sight of her mouth on him made his pupils widen, eyes turning into dark pools as he watched her.

    "God," he gasped as he watched her wrap her lips around him, resisting the temptation to ball a fist in her hair and thrust into her mouth. That felt wrong when she looked almost reverent about it, as if she could possibly be enjoying herself as much as he was. A trail of lipstick from his neck to his shaft, her piercings rubbing against his skin.

    "God, Veronica," he panted again, and he raked his fingers through her hair, gathering it gently in his palm like a ponytail without pulling it. He wanted her to be able to move freely, but he couldn't resist holding her hair, wanted to see her face without anything in his way. "You're fucking beautiful," he said, as if that could possibly be a compliment when she had his cock in her mouth, as if she didn't already know.

    She still looked inordinately pleased by the compliment, humming as she bobbed. The fist at the base of his shaft left his skin as she took him deeper in her mouth, until she was taking all of it, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat. He groaned, grip on her hair tightening, but she kept going, cheeks hollowed out and lips slick.

    "Wait," he gasped finally, using her hair to pull her away from him, her tongue trailing along the head as her mouth left his skin. "Wait," he repeated, as he caught his breath.

    "But I don't want to wait," she said, an exaggerated pout that drew more attention to lips swollen from friction. Hands left her hair to cup her face instead, guide her upwards back onto his couch. His hands slid over her, arms suddenly wrapping around her to lift her off the couch. She made a sound of surprise, and in seconds she was as light as a feather.

    "You don't have to do that," he said, kicking off his jeans, some part of him offended that she thought he couldn't carry her on his own. There was something strange about the fact that she was almost fully dressed while he wore nothing.

    "I want you to save your energy," she said, running her fingers over her lips before licking them for good measure. He didn't need to carry her, but he wasn't sure how well she could see in his apartment, didn't want her tripping over any of his furniture. He wondered what he looked like to her, if he was just a shadow in the dark. He set her gently on his bed, not that she would have done anything but float downwards, anyway. He peeled off her shirt, pressed his mouth to the temptation of her neck as he unhooked her bra.

    He was touching her breasts as soon as he was able, his mouth and his hands and his tongue, and she arched into him without any sign of fear. His fangs grazed harmlessly against her skin, his fingers working at her skirt to slide it down her hips. She finally assisted, unzipping the back and wiggling to help him get it off her, panties with it. Her heart was pounding again, and it was all he could hear, not the sounds of the city or his music in the living room. Just her.

    He urged her onto her back, moving between her legs, running his hands through her hair so that he could see it splayed out over his comforter. He kissed her again, and she pressed her lips against his as hard as she could without hurting herself, taking his lower lip briefly in her teeth. He kissed down her throat, her chest, along her ribcage and the undersides of her breasts. He rubbed his cock between her legs, and when she arched again he admired the look on her face and the heat of her.

    Slowly he pushed inside of her, and she rocked her hips impatiently, urging him deeper until her legs were wrapped around his waist and his cock was buried to the hilt. She draped her arms over his shoulders, tried to pull him closer for a kiss; he shook his head, leaning back until their bodies were at right angles. He wanted to see her, all of her, and he didn't trust himself to have his mouth on her now. He'd enjoyed it while he could, but he wanted to be careful, regardless of how well she thought she could handle it.

    His thrusts grew faster, harder, watching the way her breasts bounced as she dug her fingers into his bedding. He put his hands on her hips to hold her close and let him thrust harder, ran his thumbs over her hipbones in the process. He was rewarded with a ragged gasp of pleasure, and one hand left her hip to cup her cheek, sliding his thumb over her lower lip and into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it to suck obediently, same as she'd done for his cock, and he felt her grow wetter, arching and rocking more forcefully. His other hand slid down her body, rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit as he thrust and she sucked.

    He removed his hand from her mouth as she began to cry out, because he wanted to hear her, nothing to muffle the sound as she went taut beneath him. He wanted to drive into her, but he waited, dark eyes fixed on her as she came, strokes slowing.

    When she seemed to be done he took her hand in his, brought it to his mouth as if he might kiss her palm. "Veronica," he said, and his voice low, dark as the rest of him in the shadows. It was a suggestion, a question, a request. He'd said he wouldn't bite her, but that was before this. Her pulse pounding in his ears, urging him on, begging him to pin her down and sink his teeth into her throat, let her struggle on his cock as he took her.

    He wouldn't. He wouldn't. But, this, maybe; just this.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - megs - 07-29-2015

    "Yes," Veronica whispered, breathless, the fingers of the hand he held curling inward until they brushed his face. She opened her eyes to see him, nothing more than a figure in the darkness. A shadow between her thighs, buried inside her. She remembered how he had looked earlier in the evening, dark eyes and sharp fangs. The thought made her shudder, but it wasn't from fear. 

    She did her best to hold his gaze, knowing he had the benefit of being able to see her in the darkness. She tried to look calm and confident, which was difficult when her heart was racing and her skin prickled with excitement. 

    "Yes," she said again. Louder, but not by much. She wanted this, she wanted him. All of him. The parts that she thought were good, and the parts that he thought were bad. She would prove that she trusted him, even when he felt like she shouldn't.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Tindome - 07-29-2015

    Sharp teeth sank into her skin, the soft part of her palm beneath her thumb, a safe distance from any arteries or nerves her might damage. He could fix them if he did, but it would hurt like hell in the meantime; this was safer. As safe as it could ever be, his hand tightening around hers as he bit deeper. He ran his tongue over her skin until blood coated it, groaning and thrusting into her and bringing his body closer to hers. One hand splayed out near her head, the other still holding her hand as he pulled his fangs from her flesh to run his tongue over the puncture wounds he'd made.

    She was hot and sweet and very literally intoxicating, his thrusts quickening to match her racing heart. He lapped at her bloodied skin, thrust harder as he fed; he could feel his own heart beating faster, his skin warmer. Nothing compared to if he'd had more, but it was enough for him to notice, his nerve endings all alight.

    How long had it been since he'd had fresh blood? How much longer from someone he wanted as badly as he wanted her? He couldn't even remember. He let her go to bury his face in her neck, the taste of her blood still on his tongue, his chest pressed to hers as he thrust harder and faster. His hips rammed against hers one last time as he came, panting as he kissed her shoulder.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - megs - 07-29-2015

    She gasped, a sharp inhale between her teeth. His fangs piercing her skin hurt as much as she'd expected, but it wasn't unbearable; fleeting. She whimpered as he nursed the wound he'd made, and it wasn't a sound of pain. Thighs tightened around his waist as he thrust into her, free hand clinging to his sheets. 

    Her moans urged him on. Heels dug into his back, her own arching away from the bed until he crushed his chest to hers. Her unbitten hand pressed nails into his shoulder as she held him against her. Continued to hold him, even as he came. Not that she would be able to keep him there if he didn't want to be. 

    She nuzzled her face against his shoulder, just as breathless, lips against the curve of his neck. She was worried that he would pull away from her like he had in his classroom. Ashamed and horrified. Veronica didn't think she would be able to handle that a second time. His kiss against her shoulder made her smile, and she signed contentedly. 

    "That was fun," she murmured against his skin as soon as she was able; albeit a touch hoarse and wavering. 



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Tindome - 07-29-2015

    He rolled gently off of her, running a hand through his hair and catching breath he did not even technically need. He took her hand again, licking it despite knowing that was the opposite of what he should have been doing. Eventually he let her go, and dragged his teeth along his thumb to cut it open. Which hurt like hell, but it was the easiest way to do it. "Here," he said, offering it to her. "It's gross," he acknowledged, "but it'll fix your hand." She'd only have a minute, maybe less, before his hand healed on its own.

    'Fun' seemed like an understatement.

    "I didn't hurt you?" he asked for confirmation. "Too much?" Because of course he'd hurt her at least a little; that was just the nature of him. He didn't know what to say, so he tried not to say anything. Saying words seemed to always do the opposite of whatever it was he'd intended, which was not a great trait in a professor.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - megs - 07-29-2015

    She rolled onto her stomach when he released her hand for a second time. She was feeling a strange sort of pride that he had bitten her, since he had been so vehemently against it earlier in the night. She sat up on her elbows, with her feet in the air, crossed at the ankles she looked very comfortable in his bed. 

    She leaned her head into her uninjured hand so she could push back her hair as she eyed his offering, dubiously, in her peripheral vision. She wiggled closer to him until she could take his thumb into her mouth without completely changing her position. The blood was metallic, coppery even, like having a mouthful of pennies; though she didn't know what she should have expected. 

    Veronica didn't actually want the wound healed. Wanted to carry it around like some sort of trophy, but she knew it was probably better that she not wander around with very obvious bite marks. 

    She released him when she felt the cut close against her tongue, pressing a tiny kiss to his fingerprint and shaking her head. "No, I'm not hurt," she confirmed. She adjusted the arm that was in her way so she could cuddle against him. Curled against his side with her head on his shoulder. She lifted her hand and squinted at it in the dark, though with the help of his blood there would be nothing to see. She dropped it to his chest. "I'm fine. Better than fine? I'm good."



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Tindome - 07-30-2015

    Taking his arm back, he tentatively wrapped it around her, holding her against him. "Good," he said, which he thought sounded less sweet and more stupid. He kissed her forehead. "Do you… need to be somewhere?" he asked. "I'm usually up all night," he said, something of a warning. If she was tired, he wouldn't be falling asleep by her side. He didn't think it would look very good if they went to campus together, either. Not that he wanted to say that directly, when she responded so poorly to being reminded of those kinds of things.

    The record had run out while they were having sex, and in the silence he fought the temptation to fill it. He didn't like silence. The silence when they'd been alone in the classroom, before they'd had sex, that was one thing. She didn't expect him to say anything, and he could often get away with reading. But this was the kind of silence that wanted acknowledgement, and he didn't know how. Didn't know how to do anything but ruin a moment that was practically perfect.

    Worst of all, he kept thinking about her hand. If there still might be blood he could lick from it, if she'd mind if he did it again. He was even less likely to be able to sleep than usual. He felt wired, manic. A million things he wanted to do, all the energy in the world to do it. That research paper he'd been neglecting, those books in his to-read pile. He licked his teeth, and even considered having sex with her again.

    This seemed like a vicious cycle waiting to happen.

    "Did you read my notes on your paper, yet?" he asked suddenly, seemingly apropos of nothing.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - megs - 07-30-2015

    Eyes fell closed as he kissed her forehead and she honed in on the sound of his heartbeat. Clearer now that the music had died; louder now the he'd fed. Veronica listened to his voice resonate in his chest. "It's the middle of the night," she pointed out with a chuckle. "Nowhere to be," she clarified. She tapped her index finger against his chest in time with his pulse. "I can go home if you want," she offered, turning her face upwards as if would look at him. Still too dark for her eyes, and he was little more than a pale silhouette. 

    Regardless of how strongly she had come on before, her intention was not to smother him. She wasn't tired, having slept all day in her self-inflicted misery. Certainly he had things he needed to do since this was the prime time for him to do so. She was also aware of the things he wasn't saying. That they couldn't show up to class together, that they couldn’t draw attention to themselves. 

    "I know this probably doesn't change anything for you," she said, matter-of-fact, fingers trailing upwards from his chest. Seeking out his face in the darkness, brushing knuckles across his jaw. Sex wouldn't make him suddenly have feelings for her. Though she could neither confirm nor deny the presence of them previously. Blood wouldn't convince him to spend more time around her than he needed; or that they should date in secret. 

    "Nooope," she lilted in response to her research paper, drawing out the vowels with a sigh. "I was mad at you at the time," she laughed lightly, before sitting up. She didn't want to seem like she was trapping him if he had things to do. "Why? Was it terrible?"



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Tindome - 07-31-2015

    "You don't have to go," he said, running his fingers through her hair. Eventually, certainly. But not right then. He might have even been disappointed if she did, though he wouldn't say so. He stroked her cheek, and didn't know what to say to her observation. It felt as if something had changed. He'd brought her into his home, he'd drank from her, he'd kissed her; her blood was running through his veins.

    From her perspective, had it changed? Michael still wasn't willing to say that they were dating, that they were a couple or anything at all. There was no label they could attach to this situation that would make him comfortable. He didn't even know if they'd ever do this again. Maybe when the blood was out of his system he'd be thinking more clearly, would know for sure where to go from here. Right now, all he wanted was to… keep her. It was not a romantic impulse, more akin to the feeling one might have for a potential pet, and he was still sensible enough to recoil from the thought. He took the hand that she was using to touch him, and brought it higher so he could kiss her knuckles. He didn't know if that would reassure her, or if she even needed to be reassured.

    This would be a lot easier if he knew what he wanted from her. Could he ever really know what he wanted, when so much of him was caught up in desires that he considered separate from himself?

    He sat upright when she did, bending at the knee and resting his arms on his legs. "I was just looking for something to talk about," he admitted. "It was good. I had a few notes, but it was good. Interesting." He slid out of bed to dig through his dresser, looking for something to wear. "There's a light on the table," he said, pointing it out, though ironically she probably couldn't see him in the dark. It wasn't particularly bright, either, but it was better than nothing. "You can use the shower if you want."

    He still hadn't refilled her lighter.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - megs - 07-31-2015

    The cover of darkness wouldn't hide her surprised expression, so she didn't bother trying. She would have guessed that he was attempting to find a nice way to kick her out. She hummed a pleasant noise as his fingers traveled through her hair. He'd not at all responded to her statement, though realistically she hadn't expected him to. 

    He was touching her, though, in small affectionate ways that would have spoken volumes in any other situation. In ways he had been very vocally against before. A kiss against her knuckles said nothing, so neither did she. Briefly, she wished that she had been born a mind reader instead, because at least she would have been able to derive some sort of insight. 

    "I had trouble with some of the translated texts I was using. You could probably tell." She moved towards the edge of the bed when he removed himself from it. She reached out, fingertips searching the darkness for this lamp he claimed was in her vicinity. Finding it, she clicked it on and blinked against the light. It was hardly an improvement, but at least she could see. "I'll check your notes later." She spread out on her side, watching him as he moved around the room. She propped her head up on one hand, one leg curved attractively over the other. 

    "See, I told you I was cute with sex hair," she raised her brows at him. Her lipstick was probably long gone, and she could only hope that her eyeliner had smudged into something smoky, and sexy and not at all resembling a raccoon. "I might take you up on that," she replied, to his offer of a shower. A cigarette sounded preferable, first. She looked down at the hand he'd bitten, again, in the light. Not that there was any trace of the action, skin smooth and whole; just a trace of blood drying against her palm. 



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Tindome - 08-01-2015

    Flannel pants weren't the most attractive, but putting on jeans just to sit around the house felt… silly. Even if he did have company. "Everyone has trouble with those," he said dismissively. "Your interpretations were valid, and I've seen more tenuous extrapolations get published." He saw no reason not to hold collegiate work to publication standards, particularly not in his higher-level courses. What was he teaching them if he didn't?

    She was posing again, and he was starting to wonder if it was a reflex. He could see her just fine in the dark, but light cast interesting shadows, added color to her skin. Lounging naked on his bed, tattoos all visible and tempting to touch. He didn't know why. Everyone he'd ever known had hated it when people touched their tattoos. But he wanted to touch hers. He liked that she posed. He wondered if he could ask her to do it, or if that would be strange.

    "You'd look cute bald," he said dismissively. Of course she looked attractive in disarray, despite his affection for the way she looked when she'd been done up with expert precision. He caught the way she looked at her hand, and frowned. "It healed okay, didn't it?" he asked. It was true that the blood trick didn't work on everyone, particularly meta-humans whose powers conflicted with the way it worked. But he hadn't thought she'd be one of those. He knelt back onto the bed, leaning over on his hands to try and look.



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - megs - 08-01-2015

    Veronica laughed, a genuinely amused sound. Not the same laughter she used when she was teasing him. Surprisingly this bout of amusement was not because of his choice of casual wear. "Do you remember that pamphlet?" she asked, vague and mostly cut off by her own giggles. She waved one hand about, clearly trying to think of something more identifiable. "From the... uhm. OH! From the Byzantine and Christian Museum about the 'Polymorphism of the 18th Century?' Do you remember how bad that was?" 

    She was aware of his eyes on her, so she didn't move, playing oblivious and letting admire as he pleased. "I thought you didn't get nicer," she reminded him. Pushing fingers through the emerald locks in question. It didn't stop her from posing, from drawing attention to herself. She always endeavored to look nice, but she only found herself attempting to be excessively attractive around Michael. 

    She looked up from her hand when he moved closer, and turned her palm so he could see it. "Yeah, it's totally fine." She poked the area in question to enforce her words. Her gaze dropped from his eyes, entirely too blue, to his mouth, entirely too kissable, to the flannel pants he now wore. "Where's my band shirt?" she asked, trying to sound accusatory, more than amused. 



Teacher's Pet [Closed] - Tindome - 08-02-2015

    His response was a sound of disgust, a curl to his lip and a roll of his eyes. "That one kid submitted a rewrite of that fucking pamphlet for his final paper," he said, "and I guaran-fucking-tee he's going to do it again this year." He paused. "Which doesn't mean I'm discussing another student's work with you. But you're probably going to be grading it."

    Making fun of one student to another student was probably against some kind of rule, even setting aside the part where he kept fucking her and she still smelled like sex while laying in his bed.

    "You've never even read the worst," he said, neglecting that she may have read things not assigned by him. "Anything that mentions Catholicism is almost guaranteed to be trash. Rare exceptions. I have a whole stack if you're interested in some Orientalist Islamaphobia with hints of colonialism." There was a reason he always went straight to sources on papers. A bad source on the subject could poison the whole paper, particularly when bad sources had a tendency to sound as if they were advocating for a new Crusade.

    "I don't," he said with a frown. "Statements of fact aren't nice." His eyes trailed from her palm and over her body as she spoke, the amused curl of her mouth. "You decided you were going to wear my shirt," he reminded her. "I never agreed to that." Still, he got back out of bed and grabbed the first shirt he saw, tossing it back towards her.