A collection of Matty Healy fanfics -by Finkinthisfrew
(requests are open -- plz be patient!! busy gal who gets easily distracted by whatever fic she's hyper-focusing on this week lol)
18+ only, NO MINORS
BLURBS + REQUESTS
Awards Show
PEACHES
Matty/your POV one-shot (smut+fluff)
TEACHER'S PET
pt. 1 Careful
pt. 2 A Spot
pt. 3 A Promise
pt. 4 Playing the Game
pt. 5 Detention
NEW YEARS EVE
pt. 1 Last Year
pt. 2 coming soon...
ANYTHING
pt 1 First Breath
pt. 2 A Cold Shower
pt. 3 Introductions
pt. 4 A Gift
pt. 5 Finally
pt. 6 Healing Wounds
pt. 7 Good Morning Beautiful
pt. 8 A Hot Bath
pt. 9 Good Girl
pt. 10 George
pt. 11 Private Show
pt. 12 Meant to Be
pt. 13 Nightmare
pt. 14 Coffee on the Patio
pt. 15 Anything at All
pt. 16 The Party (part 1)
pt. 17 The Party (part 2)
pt. 18 The Party (part 3)
pt. 19 Some News
pt. 20 The Aftermath
pt. 21 A Sunrise Swim
pt. 22 Out Last Night
pt. 23 Goodbye
pt. 24 Turning Tables
pt. 25 A Different Perspective
pt. 26 A Change of Plans
pt. 27 I Thought It Was a Dream
pt. 28 Iced Coffee
pt. 29 The Plane
pt. 30 Landing
pt. 31 After Sound Check
pt. 32 A More Sober Show
pt. 33 My Stubborn Little Thing
pt. 34 Payback
pt. 35 The Beach
pt. 36 Devastating
pt. 37 Karaoke
pt. 38 Hot Night, Chilly Bed
pt. 39 Apart Together
pt. 40 Too Sexy
pt. 41 Miss Dancing Queen
pt. 42 Breakfast (Not) In Bed
pt. 43 Poppet
pt. 44 A U-Turn
pt. 45 Resilient
pt. 46 Waking Up
pt. 47 A Pampered Patient
pt. 48 A Relaxing Night
pt. 49 I'd Die Without You
pt. 50 Extreme Sports
omg hey!!! first of all, your teachers pet fic might be the best thing ive read in years ... im obsessed tysm 💞
can you plsplspls write something based on that pic he posted on instagram a bit ago, like some halloween thing?? i honestly don't even have any specific requests other than that, just thought the picture was hot 🙈
Thank you so so much!! <3
Plz send the pic to my asks, I'm not entirely sure which one you're referring to, but I'd love to write something about it! I know I'm late for Halloween but I still would like to!
I'm so so sorry to everyone waiting around for fic updates/new chapters and responses to asks- I went hard in the paint and burnt myself out by writing almost every single day since May (when I first started writing Anything on Wattpad) and my brain is too fried to write atm :( so I'm taking a little hiatus to heal up my ADHD brain which I've definitely maxed out lol. I'll be back tho, and hopefully very soon! Again, I'm so sorry to anyone who's waiting around, y'all have been so supportive <3 I hope I can chill out and get stoked to write again ASAP. Love y'all to bits and hope you're all well <3 <3 <3
I'll likely post the last couple of chapters of Anything that I have finished on here to tide y'all over until I'm done healing (maybe I'll push myself to finish Chapter 53 so my Wattpad girlies don't starve to death [I'm most apologetic to y'all- a month without updates?? Right to jail.] buuuuut no promises...)
In case anyone's curious, I'm currently supplementing myself w reading Manacled by @senlinyu (I don't know how I hadn't heard of it until now, but it's literally the best book I've ever read??!) and am about to start up Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros (recommended to me by my bestie [anonymous shout out to you bb<3] who says it's amazing, along w all of TikTok lol)
And to the people who submitted Asks: I see you and appreciate you! Especially the blurb/story requests- they're soooo good! Regardless of how burnt out I am, I'm so excited to get back to it and write your stories for you!!
the matty healy interview where he's breaking down abiior and says "stop doing all that thinking I hate when you do that" when hes talking about inside your mind is the most attracted I've ever been to anyone ever
Look at me. I start the day off with publicly stating I'm gonna take a lil break from writing Teacher's Pet and here I am, 4 hours into brainstorming and flushing out part 6 🤦♀️
how would you feel about writing a threesome? or a george fic?
I would feel supremely good, thank you for asking. Matter o fact, I was gonna write one in Anything but I'm not sure I will anymore... Anyways, gimme a scenario and I'll do it! George is too delicious to be left out any longer from my master list lol
HOW DO YOU KEEP OUT DOING YOURSELF PART 5????(((?(????? WHAT WHAT WHAT
bagsftfqcwhayfagw oh my god okay imma be coherent now.
Dude I am so happy you are keeping the slowburn going like. This is satisfying everything I have been looking for in a Matty fic for so long. No one writes slowburn on here ( real though I get it) so this is just…. AHHHH
AND THE SHOW ME YOUR HOMEWORK PART???? YOU POPPED OFF WITH THAT WHAT THE HELL??????? MY HAND FLEW OVER MY MOUTH I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD SHE DIDNT. GRAHHHHHHH THIS WAS SO SO GOOD IMMA STOP NOW
OKAY STOP I'M ONLY SEEING THIS NOW, MY HEART 💔 😭
I'm forever grateful for the positive feedback on "Show me your homework" cuz I was near-certain it was gonna flop. I love that y'all are just as filthy rot-brain feral-minded animals as I am!! (that's meant as a compliment btw) I love getting to giggle with you over these stories
No one asked, but if anyone's read this far, this was the OG excerpt I scrapped from Part 5 because I wanted to extend the pining longer:
Teacher's Pet alt pt 5
You haven’t earned my cock yet. The words replay over in your mind.
Yet.
The word only makes you ache for him more.
“How do I earn it?” You beg through labored breath as his thumb circles your clit a little faster, his other hand pinching at your hardened nipple.
“Oh, that’s not something you’ll be able to earn anytime soon, Miss Thompson,” he says, a smug smile playing on his lips. “This is detention after all… You need to be punished for your bad behavior. If I reward you then you might start to get the wrong idea…”
“Please,” you beg, “I did it for you. I thought you’d like it.”
“You thought I’d like watching you shove your tits in that bartender's face?” He says, lifting his hand from your nipple to your neck, gripping it slowly as he continues to pump his fingers into you. “You thought I’d like watching you grind your ass against my friend's dick? You thought I'd enjoy that?”
“I needed you- fuck!” You shout, his shining eyes boring into you.
“Oh poor baby,” he says in a pout. “You needed me. Seems like you needed Ross a bit more though...” he challenges, tightening his grip around your neck slightly.
“No- you,” you say through strained breath. “Needed- you-“
His face falls into something darker, something unimpressed.
“You didn’t do a very good job of showing me that, did you?” He says looking into your eyes coldly. His eyes drop to your mouth, flitting back up to your eyes briefly as he says, “Open.”
You part your lips willingly, opening wide for him. You watch as he purses his lips, eyes burning as they wander back down before spitting into your open mouth. You groan loudly, but not loud enough to miss his groan- much more guttural than yours, something vaguely animalistic.
“You’re going to cum for me, Miss Thompson,” he says darkly. “You’re going to cum for me, and depending on how big of a mess you make on my hand, I’ll consider fucking you- does that sound fair?”
You nod you head vigorously, teetering too closely to the edge to consider his question seriously- he could have told you to streak naked through campus and you would have said yes.
“Be a good girl for me and cum all over my hand- come on, you can do it. Do you need daddy to fuck you a little harder with his fingers? Is that it? So needy…” he taunts, your climax only seconds away as the pleasure begins to overflow inside you. “That’s it. Good girl. Make a pretty mess for daddy...”
What trope do you yearn for? (Enemies to lovers, perhaps w some revenge sex? Friends who are in love but think the others not interested? Fake/pretend dating the cocky guy to get someone else jealous but then falling in love w him? Strangers at a party/event who fuck and find out the next day they have to work together? Straight up good old fashioned romantic fluff?)
What universe do you need? (Current/reality? Realistic AU? Medieval fantasy? Large fan-dom [ie HP, Disney, Twilight, etc]? Post-apocalyptic/dystopian?)
Who’s kissing/fucking you? (Firefighter who saves you and takes care of you after a traumatic fire? Hot farm boy who tends to your fathers fields? Doctor/gynaecologist who needs to inspect you extra thoroughly? Babysitter your parents hired that you don’t need but they’re overprotective? Your crush at school? The knight that’s been assigned to watch over you- the princess? Barista who never looks at you twice/flirts with you incessantly? Your boss at work who’s been eyeing you- the secretary? Obvs all Matty [tho if anyone’s pining for a Paul Mescal/Jacob Elordi/Hozier or any other hottie fic I’m interested in dabbling…)
Where are you getting kissed/fucked? (The park behind a cluster of bushes, thrilled by the thought of being caught? On a desk in the office- the forbidden possibility of being caught meaning you could both lose your jobs? In his tiny/huge [makes a modest living/is rich] apartment full of charming reminders of who he is? In the basement stock room of the bar because he couldn’t wait a second longer to fuck you? In the pantry off the kitchens as servants scuttle to prepare your parents their feast? Boarding school? The grocery store? A car? A public bus? A camping/cottage trip?)
What gets you GOING? (Sweet cuddles? An attentive boyfriend? Validation? Being spoiled rotten with gifts? A big romantic sacrifice made just for you? Praise? Degradation? Teasing? Pining? Angst? Withholding pleasure? Overdoing pleasure? Who’s dom, who’s sub, are you switching? Bondage? What kind? Specific lines/words [ie daddy, sir, good girl, sit on my cock, please touch me, etc]? Specific positions? Do you want to watch him crumble for you? Completely, or just in brief moments? Or do you want him to be in control the whole time- unwavering in his dominance? Does he ignore your pleas? Or does he want to fulfill your every desire at the drop of a hat?)
Tell me eeeveryyyyythiiiinngggggg 🥰 (shy guys- toss em in the ole asks)
I saw your message about correcting it to 6, I promise.
I think I’m gonna give myself some leisure time to figure out what I wanna write next, so it might come soon but it might take a bit longer! I have already started writing little fragments of ideas tho :)
Wym he's not going to fuck her until graduation 😟😟😟
Who knows if he’ll stay true to his promise… 👀 I’m merely a lowly fanfic writer- how should I know? 🥰 I DO know, however, that Hazel has zero intentions of waiting that long….
cw: 18+, teacher/student, teasing, taunting, daddy, praise kink, other stuff, v inappropriate :)
You follow Professor Healy up to his office, hands shaking in anticipation, unsure of what to expect next.
“Sit,” he commands as he steps through the door. You enter the room, obediently walking over to the chair facing his desk.
“No,” he says authoritatively as you move to sit, causing you to freeze where you stand. “Edge of the desk. Facing the window.”
Confused, but too anxious to question him, you step behind his desk, hopping up on its edge as you hear the door close shut behind you. Another click- the lock. You sit quietly, heart pounding, eyes glued to your Professors chair, oblivious to the wall of colorful leaves behind it, branches dancing in powerful fall winds as you listen to the sound of his footsteps approaching.
“Miss Thompson,” he starts quietly, though the authority in his voice is unwavering as he continues. “You seem to think indecency on an Ivy League campus is not only appropriate, but worth flaunting,” he says as he steps into your view, eyes looking down at his busied hands. His fingers work at the cuffs of his dress shirt, then he rolls his sleeves up meticulously, exposing his veiny tattooed forearms one at a time. You raise your eyebrows at him, tilting your nose up snootily as you open your mouth to protest.
“”Well maybe if y-“ you start hotly, but he cuts you off immediately, disinterested in whatever you have to say.
“That wasn’t a question- it was a statement. And if you could spend more than two seconds listening to me instead of thinking about my cock all day long then maybe you would realize that, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Thompson?” He asks, towering over you with eyes so dark they look nearly black as he steps towards you.
“W-well, I,” you stutter, cheeks flushing, but he continues like you haven’t spoken as he bends down towards you, placing his hands on either side of you on the desk.
“You spend class after class sitting there in your absurdly tiny skirts, biting your little lip until it’s raw and squeezing your thighs together like I won’t notice, desperate to appease me when called upon in class… yet the moment class is done, you become a tyrant. A good student should always be good- not just when she chooses to be…” he says, his tone displeased as his eyes bear down on you. You desperately want to please him, reaching your hand out to take his tie, dangling before you like bait.
“I want to be good for you,” you say quietly, gripping his tie with both hands and pulling on it gently- pleading as you look up into his dark eyes. “Let me be good for you.” You tug, tilting your lips up towards his, searching for approval.
He looks down at you thoughtfully, mulling something over in his mind as his eyes wander your face. Abruptly, he brushes your hands off his tie, turns, and sits down in his chair, crossing his arms as his eyes travel slowly, greedily up your body, finally piercing through your soul once more before speaking.
“Show me your homework,” he commands.
“What?” You ask, caught off guard.
“You heard me,” he says, his voice low, thick like molasses. “I’d like to grade your work,” he says darkly, face dripping with lust as his eyes wander down your chest to your skirt, making you squeeze your legs together without realizing.
“Spread.”
You spread your already slick legs automatically, the sight of your Professor sitting back in his chair lazily as he watches you spread your legs only exciting you more.
“Ah-ah-“ he tuts, lifting his chin as he watches. “Wider… That’s it,” he says approvingly as you spread your legs as far as you can, exposing yourself entirely to him. “Good girl,” he says, mouth remaining slightly open, slack as he watches your juices drip onto his desk where he was to grade papers later that night.
A moan slips from your lips, his praise sending a shiver of pleasure through your core.
“How do you already look so fucked out?” He says quietly to himself in disbelief. “I’m not even touching you and you’re already moaning,” he says, a smug smile teasing his lips. You nod innocently at him as you run your fingers up the inside of your thigh.
“I like pleasing you,” you said softly as your fingers meet your wetness. You slowly drag them up your dripping slit, making your stomach quake with pleasure. Your finger finds your clit and you begin to rub tight circles into it, moaning a bit louder this time as he watches your fingers intently, eyes flitting back up to yours periodically as you work.
“A little slower- there you go,” he directs you. You slow your speed, whimpering as you scan his face, the memory of his lip in your mouth screaming at you, demanding to be relived once more. But you want to be obedient- you want nothing more than to please him. Heat builds inside you as you watch the corner of your Professors mouth twitch up a your whimpers. The coil inside you tightens more than usual, much deeper than it has before, but it’s still not enough, so you pout in frustration.
He stands up slowly, his eyes penetrating yours as he cocks his head to one side, taking a step towards you as he slips his hands in his pockets.
“Does it feel like it’s not enough?” He taunts with a small smile. You nod your head rapidly as you watch him approach you.
“It’s never enough,” you whisper, your eyebrows creasing in pained frustration.
“How many times have you tried? Enough?” He asks, his tone dripping with lust as he takes another step. He’s now standing between your open legs, looking down at your hand, then back up into your eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. You nod your head, pushing your lower lip out even further as your frustration builds.
He shakes his still cocked head faintly in disappointment as he slips one hand from his pocket, reaching it up to your face
“Words, Miss Thompson,” he breathes as he looks down at you, taking your chin delicately in his hand. His thumb caresses your bottom lip and you whine at his touch, watching the corners of his mouth turn into a greedy smile through your hazy eyes.
“Too many,” you pant quietly, but your answer isn’t enough for Professor Healy, who gives you another warning look as his hand sharply tips your head up to him. “Every day after class. Every night before bed. Every morning when I wake up. Sometimes even between classes,” you list between moans, panting as you speak.
“And what do you think about?” He asks, dropping his hand from your face to your lap, trailing a single finger down the top of your thigh towards your knee. The rough finger against your hyper-sensitive skin sends a wave of electricity through you, causing another breathy whine to escape your lips.
“You,” you breathe as you close your eyes and slip two fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, a new pleasure blooming within you. But the sensation is too dull- your fingers too small, too gentle to satisfy your need for fullness. It’s not enough. You push them in anyways, fumbling somewhat rhythmically- desperate to relieve that burning need for release.
“Well, naturally,” your Professor agrees in a pleased tone. “And you’ve been doing this every day, multiple times a day, and you’re still not satisfied?” He asks in both curiosity and awe. You open your eyes halfway as you press the heel of your palm into your clit.
“No, it never feels right,” you groan in frustration at the feeling. “I need your help,” you whine. “I need you, Professor.”
“Ahhh,” he says in understanding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches his hand up to your breast, cupping it just barely as he swipes your hardened nipple through the thin material of your shirt with his thumb, making you gasp at the shock of pleasure. He cocks his head to one side, enthralled by your physical reaction to his touch. You look up at him with renewed fire in your eyes, and he lowers his other hand to your thigh, trailing it slowly back up your bare skin as his eyes pierce through you. “You need some tutoring,” he breathes darkly as he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own. You gasp at his touch, missing the shudder of pleasure that rolls through your Professor’s body at your erotic moans.
His fingers find your clit first and you groan- loudly- gripping the table with fingers like vices. His calloused thumb rubs wave after wave of pleasure into your clit as you mewl, watching his expert thumb work. His fingers are much longer, much thicker, and much rougher than yours. You want them inside you now.
“Fuck,” you whine, chest heaving as he picks up his speed on your clit.
“Are you taking notes?” He rasps, his own breath growing ragged as his other hand slips up the hem of your shirt, his weathered skin leaving tingles in its wake as it travels back up to your breast, cupping the warm, soft mound of skin.
“More,” you complain in a low whine. “I need you- to fill me,” you say as you bite back another moan. You reach your hand out to his buckle, pulling him closer to you and begin to fumble at the clasp. Suddenly his hand leaves your clit, gently gripping your wrist as he tuts once more. You whimper.
“I’m not done, yet, darling,” he coos as he leans into your ear. “I have to check your work first.” You groan as you feel his hand between your legs once more, his fingers toying lightly at your entrance, teasing you as your hips reach out desperately for more. You feel his other hand trail lightly round your neck, his thumb lingering on your throat for a moments before reaching around, taking a handful of your hair in his grip. He pulls, tilting your head back as he dips a single finger into you, no more than an inch. You groan and whine as you try to push your hips forward, but he keeps his finger just out of reach.
“Look at you, writhing around all desperate for me,” he says, voice gravelly in your ear. “So eager… Do you want more, baby?”
“Yesss,” you plead, turning your head in his grasp to place your lips on the closest part of him to you- reaching desperately for his jaw, thirsting for a taste of him.
“Of course you do,” he says as he lets you nip at his jaw, smiling as he withdraws his finger, slowly replacing it with two as he pushes them in a bit further, stretching you wide. You throw your hands around his neck, anchoring yourself in the sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing around you as you dig your nails into your Professors skin.
“My best student,” he praises, placing a gentle kiss on your temple as you whine loudly in his ear. He pushes his fingers in the rest of the way, all the way up to his knuckles. His two fingers are thicker than three of yours, their roughness only adding to the whirlwind of pleasure building within you as he begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, every stroke against your G-spot earning a moan from you.
“Is this what you needed? To be filled up a bit?” He taunts you sweetly. “All those performances and tantrums you threw for me, and all you needed was for me to fill you a little?”
“Yes, daddy,” you breathe, the word slipping from you naturally before you can catch yourself. Your heart stops as you feel his fingers pause.
“Ohhh, I see,” he says with a smile, lifting his face to look down on you. His fingers resume fucking you, picking up speed, just barely, making you mewl frantically. “Had I known every time you said Professor you meant daddy…” his voice trails off as he looks down at his fingers. You watch him lick his lip, then bite it slightly as he watches in devilish fascination as your hips buck uncontrollably against his hand. “Very good girl,” he says, almost to himself. You groan in pleasure, his praise like its own toy, sending a shiver of satisfaction up your spine, escaping your lips with a shudder.
“Do you want my cock, baby? Is that what you need? Not full enough?” He coos sweetly.
“Yes- fuck, yes,” you reply exasperatedly.
“Yes, what?” He says, raising his eyebrows at you expectantly. You groan through clenched teeth, his mutual need for the word sexier than you ever could’ve imagined.
“Yes, daddy,” you whimper as he smiles, pumping his fingers even faster inside of you, a burning ball of pleasure building steadily in your core. “I need you to,” you add in a choke as you watch the vein in his forearm strain against his skin as his fingers curl, every stroke pushing you closer.
“Well I have some unfortunate news for you,” he whispers in your ear. “You see, you’ve been very bad,” he growls, lips grazing the skin of your neck, teasing you with their touch. “Traipsing around campus in this little getup, flaunting your ass to everyone like it doesn’t belong to me.”
You can’t help but groan at his possessive words- all you’ve wanted was to be his.
“Trying to tease me- trying to tempt me,” he continues, pressing his thumb harder into your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Hazel… And bad girls don’t get the privilege of being filled and fucked till they scream,” he taunts as you whimper in frustration. “They don’t get to be pounded till they can’t walk anymore- till they can’t think anymore,” he says, nipping your burning skin at the base of your neck between his words. “You haven’t earned that privilege, Miss Thompson,” he said, his mouth finally planting itself above your collarbone, warm tongue swirling against your skin before harshly sucking on it, making you moan loudly in euphoria.
“How do I earn it?” You beg desperately through panting breath.
“Ohoho, my darling…” you hear him chuckle below you, his face lifting up to look at you with a devilish smile. His mouth hovers above yours as he looks up at you with wide blackened eyes in pity, warm breath taunting you as it washes over your tender lips- bitten raw from countless bitten back screams. “Did you fuck yourself one too many times for me this weekend?” He asks in a mocking tone as he pouts. “You’ve already forgotten what I said? Too cock-drunk for daddy to remember what he told you?” He pushes you down to your elbows, then grinds his hips into yours, his fingers pulsing rapidly within you. He presses his forehead into yours, nostrils flaring, pupils blown-out as he growls into you, “You’re not going to touch my cock- you’re not going to feel my cock- you’re not even going to so much as see my cock for the next four years. I hope that little grab you tried earlier in my trousers will be enough to tide you over until graduation, because you’re going to spend the rest of your Masters Degree replaying it- replaying this- the time you came so close to getting fucked by your Professor- night after night all alone in your bed, until you it drives you mad. I’ll be surprised if you don’t start touching yourself in classes after this… you’ll spend the next four years crawling at the thought of getting to feel my cock inside of you. That’s a decent enough punishment, don’t you agree?” He says menacingly, your clit burning with pleasure under his thumb as he coaxes your orgasm closer.
You shake your head furiously, your need to be fucked by him clouding your mind in such a thick haze of lust you can’t seem to think straight as you ride the high of pleasure.
“No? You don’t agree?” He asks threateningly. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you whimpering, shaking against him, the overwhelming emptiness leaving you feeling deranged. You nod desperately- anything to get his fingers back inside you.
“That’s my smart girl,” he coos sweetly. You feel his fingers pushing back inside you, the relief almost sending tears to your eyes as your elbows give out. Your Professor catches you with his other hand, holding you up as he pumps his fingers faster. “That’s my smart girl. Yes baby, you’re right,” he says as he kisses your forehead tenderly. “You earned your punishment and you’re taking it so well for daddy.”
He places slow gentle kisses on your face, your voice emitting an endless stream of moans and whining, teetering so closely to the edge of your climax, you don’t think you could remember your name if he asked you.
“Shhh, you don’t need to worry about that now. Right now you need to come for daddy. Can you do that for me baby girl? That’s it, you sound so beautiful when you scream, my angel. Moan for me just like that, there you go,” he says as you buck your hips uncontrollably against his relentless fingers, unravelling in his grasp. “Do you need daddy to fuck you a little harder with his fingers? Is that it? Such a needy girl…” he taunts with a smile, your climax only seconds away as the pleasure begins to overflow inside of you. “Are you ready to cum for daddy? Yes? Yes, I think so too, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. All over my fingers. Ah- that’s it. Good girl, just like that. Perfect… My perfect girl…” he mutters the last few words into your skin as your orgasm bursts through your core, spreading through your body to your fingertips and toes, electric waves of pleasure splintering you from within as you scream. You shudder in his grip, legs shaking against his hips as your eyes roll back into your head. Pleasure explodes and pulses within you as his fingers slow with the settling of your body, leaving you limp in the strong grasp of his arm. The pleasure envelops you, slowly bringing you back to consciousness as you catch your breath from the release, relief flooding your body after weeks of aching. You eventually open your eyes only to find your Professor looking down at his hand, still between your legs.
“Look at this pretty little mess you made for me,” he says, tilting his head as admires the juices coating his dripping hand. He moves his fingers around inside you curiously, pulling them in and out as he plays with your wetness, periodically looking up to watch you as you jerk and jolt at his movements, too sensitive to be played with after such a strong climax, but too drained to stop him.
“Feel that? Do you feel my fingers inside you?” He asks you softly. You shiver as he cradles you closer to him, his fingers still toying with you, then manage to nod your head twice. “Memorize that. Because you’re not going to feel them for a very. Long. Time.”
You can’t help the whimpers that escape your lips as he withdraws his fingers. He looks down at you with an indecipherable look as his eyes travel over your face. Then, he leans down, placing a single gentle kiss on your lips, his mouth moving carefully and purposefully as a new kind of flutter awakens in your core. When your lips finally part, you watch as he steps away, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the juices from his hand.
“You’re forgiven for your behavior,” he starts quietly, wiping each finger meticulously. “But if you try to tempt me like that again, I promise the next punishment won’t be nearly as pleasant for you,” he says without looking at you. “You’re dismissed.”
You stand up in a daze, furrowing your brow in confusion as you walk towards the door obediently, too fucked-out to do much more than simply follow his command. You open the door, glancing back at your teacher once more, his back now facing you as he looks out the window of his office before you leave, closing the door behind you. You lean against it, the click of the lock a minute later causing you to flinch. You rest your head back against the glass window of the door, catching your breath as you play through what just happened, the wet mess between your legs becoming more noticeable outside the steamy haze of the office.
It didn’t make sense. Why didn’t he fuck you? Did he not want to? That wouldn’t make sense. He didn’t have to touch you, and yet he went out of his way to make you cum anyways? Eagerly cooing every sweet nothing you could have possibly wanted into your ear when he could have just sent you home… That only made the mystery of him not fucking you even more confusing. He had every opportunity to fuck you just now, and yet he didn’t even so much as stroke himself. Maybe your sexual desire wasn’t as mutual as you’d thought it was…
A sudden sound shakes you from your spiral. You scan the empty hall, waiting for the sound to repeat itself in the hopes of identifying it. You stand there quietly, ears perked. You hear it again, realizing the sound was coming from behind you.
A whimper.
You turn, then reach as high as you can on your tiptoes to the tiny sliver of glass that hadn’t been covered in newspaper.
Just barely, you see him. The two fingers that had just been inside you, the same one’s he’d just cleaned in front of you now in his mouth, his eyes closed as he sucks on them. You can’t see his other hand, hidden behind the desk, but you slowly piece together what he’s doing, the rapid rhythmic movement in his lap paired with his soft whimpers finally clicking in your mind. You catch yourself as your hand drifts back down between your legs, clenching it into a tight fist before you could do anything crazy. You can’t get caught out here- another teacher could walk by at any moment and see you straining on your toes to spy on your teacher in his private quarters. No, this you’d have to enjoy later. You let yourself watch him pump himself a another minute longer, taking extra care to memorize every whimper before promptly running down the hall, desperate to get home so you could replay the look on his face when he caught his bottom lip with his teeth and chewed it, hair bouncing with the speed of his hand before looking down with a pained expression at the small crumpled pile of black lace on his desk…
I responded to another ask similar to this, but I might save punishment for another chapter, or maybe use it in this one??? I can't decide- I really struggle with pairing punishment AND praise, but I'm gonna see if I can figure it out!!
