Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)
Chapter 1 of 5 - More Than Just a Crush AO3 link
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Sevika x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW
Tags:ย Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super clichรฉ and a bit silly, but I donโt give two shits cause itโs fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare
Word Count:ย 2.6k
Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, youโre quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.
AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here. Dedicated to the sweet and lovely @frooopsen (who makes much wiser choices in life than our silly reader does here ๐) Banner used with permission from @gabrielsellesty. You can find their original post here AAAnd one more thing. If you haven't seen it yet, please check out @sevikascrown's gorgeous artwork of Professor Sevika here.
The first day of a new class was always nerve-wracking, but there was one class that really set your nerves aflame, just in an entirely different way than one might expect.
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You were the first one to arrive that day, and chose a seat closest to the professorโs desk. Nothing out of the ordinary, but you were ratherย excitedย for this class in particular. Not for the subject matter. Hell, youโd already taken the class the previous semester and passed with flying colors. But there was a new teacher that had taken over after the previous had retired. One youโd been dying to have a class with since youโd first spotted them when passing their office.ย Professor Sevika.
Though she was by far the most feared professor by a majority of your peers, known for her stoic appearance, short temper, and damn near impossible to pass exams, she was- at least in your mind- the most alluring woman youโd ever laid eyes on. She was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, only she also held all the softness and delightful curves of a woman.
So when she strode through the open door, her attention on the pile of textbooks and papers in her arms, you couldnโt help but beam at her. You just prayed she couldnโt see how your legs bounced excitedly beneath the table.
โEvening Professor!โ you chimed.
Sevika, not expecting anyone attending one of her classes to ever arrive early, glanced towards you in restrained surprise before her signature scowl set back in place. She continued towards her desk without a word before dropping her books on it with a dramatically loudย thumpย . Without looking your way, she murmured a curt, โYouโre early,โ and took a seat at the desk.
So I can have more time with you.
โJust excited for this class,โ you replied, still beaming and hoping sheโd give you at least a small glance.
She did, but only that. Her gray eyes peered over her reading glasses your way briefly before dropping to one of the textbooks sheโd opened. A murmured, โHm,โ was all she offered you.
Short on words. Thatโs fine. Plenty to just look at.
You fidgeted with your pen, slowly clicking the button to extend and retract it while you let your gaze wander over the woman before you.
She wore a dark red button-up blouse that fit snugly over her chest. Though you couldnโt see it from her seated position, you knew she always wore it tucked neatly into her pants. The sleeves were rolled back to reveal a sneak preview of biceps that she could easily use to crush a manโs head, or a womanโs- specifically yours if you had your way. She also donned a simple golden chain that hung teasingly low, slipping beneath her blouse and most assuredly resting between her cleavage. Gods, you were damn near salivating at the sight of her. How on earth did the other students not see this? Granted, most of your fellow students were male, and you were quite certain your professor was only into women. Not to judge a book by its cover, but her cover screamed โLESBIANโ in all caps and bright neon letters. Mind still wandering over all those reasons, your gaze rose from her chest to her face, only to be met with a narrowed pair of gray eyes.
Shit!
She caught you gaping at her fucking tits.
โDo you mind?โ she grumbled.
Your cheeks could not possibly get any hotter as you fumbled stupidly for an apology- an excuse- anything to cover your shameful mistake. โI- Iโm so sorry I-โ
โIf you need something to keep that hand busy, I suggest you review the first chapter of your textbook.โ
Wait. What? Keep that hand busy?
Your attention dropped to your hand, which you only then realized was rather frantically clicking the pen in it.
Oh. Oops.
You immediately set the pen down and mumbled another feeble apology. As suggested, you quickly opened your textbook; Fluid Mechanics. Yet another thing about her that drove your infatuation to such a high level. The fact that she taught such a class- that she was that fucking smart- was just soโฆย hotย .
Try as you might, you couldnโt focus on any of the text before you. Your mind was reeling at the sound of her voice in your head. At the words she spoke.
If you need something to keep that hand busyโฆ
Dozens of alternative endings to that statement rolled through your head in that low, rich voice of hers, none of which were by any means appropriate for a professor to speak to their student.ย
Curious if she had returned to her task, you slowly peered up from your textbook, only to quickly look back down when you found her narrowed eyes still on you from over the ridge of her glasses.ย Good god did she look good in those glasses too!ย But you could understand why most of her students were scared shitless of her. Given her large stature, noticeably toned muscles, and a stony glare mean enough to put even the mouthiest punk in their place, she was definitely a scary lady. However, to you, that was undeniably attractive. Hell, maybe you even preferred your women a littleย meanย .
So began your silly little crush. Always the first to arrive to class, and always the last to leave. Greeted her each time with a big smile and received at least a glance from her, and at most a succinct reply. It did little to deter you though. If anything, it encouraged you to keep at it. Urged you to try breaking through that rock-hard exterior of hers. To find a weak point and grab her attention and approval. You started asking more and more questions during class- questions you already knew the answers to. You were the only student toย excitedlyย raise their hand at any of her difficult questions. Surely sheโd be fond of a student so engaged, eager to learn, and capable of proving theyย haveย learned.
It wasnโt until nearly halfway through the semester that you had the sudden realization that this had become something more than just a crush. That this had turned into a dangerous infatuation. One incident, in particular, became the real eye-opener. But, by that point, you were too far gone to go back.
In your typical seat front and center, you found yourself struggling to focus on the lecture. Not because it was boring or old news to you, but because Professor Sevika had apparently been rather warm that day, having undone one extra button on her blouse. Try as you might to keep your eyes locked on hers as she lectured, your attention repeatedly fell to the bit of cleavage revealed and the shiny gold chain that rested between it.
Her words quickly started to blur together as your mind drifted into a daydream. Aย fantasyย .
Your eyelids eventually grew heavy as your surroundings began to blur and fade until it was only you and your professor in the room.
In your mind, she was no longer giving a lecture. She was speaking directly to you.
You couldn't quite make out what exactly she said, just the sound of her deep, sexy voice. You licked your lips as you watched hers move when she spoke. They looked so dark, soft, andโฆย kissableย .
She walked around the front of her desk to lean back against it, gray eyes on you as she spoke.
Your gaze drifted down to her legs, covered in the most deliciously tight gray slacks. They hugged literally the full length of her legs- from her toned calves to her thick thighs. Thighs you could imagine your head between. Thighs youย didย imagine your head between.
You could see it play out behind your closed eyes so vividly.
She sat at the desk chair, thighs spread wide as always. Her scowl quickly faded into a cocky smirk as she peered down at you from where you knelt between her legs. You eagerly, but obediently, waited for her approval to touch her. She ran the back of her hand- her so delightfully large hand- gently across your cheek. โSuch a good girl. So patient,โ she said softly. The praise left you rubbing your thighs together, trying desperately to relieve some of that ache- that desire. She gave you a simple nod and your hands immediately went to the tops of her thighs to run along the muscles beneath her pants. If only you could feel the skin beneath. Your gaze darted to the dark leather belt that rested along her curvy hips. You werenโt sure why she even needed a belt given how her pants fit like a damn second skin, but more importantly- it was an obstacle. Something preventing you from removing her slacks, from getting to that rich, brown skin of hers.
Your vision started to lose focus and the image behind your eyes blurred until you found her thighs positioned directly in your line of sight. That damn gold buckle on her belt taunted you. It made your fingers twitch with the urge to loosen it, remove it so you could slowly peel back her pants and reveal whatever treasures lie beneath. Your half-lidded eyes drifted further down, to the apex of her thighs where her pants fitย so fucking tightย .
Then, you heard your name- spoken in that low, sultry voice of hers- and as if with a mind of its own, your hand slipped between your thighs to ease the sudden throbbing that induced. Your lips parted, allowing a quiet, soft mewl to escape. Your eyes slowly drifted up to your professorโs, and you realized entirely too late that your little fantasy had gone way too far. That it had bled into your reality and you had made a terrible scene.
Without warning, Sevikaโs hand came crashing down on your desk. The loud, resonating slap echoed through your muddled head and instantly ripped you from your little reverie. You were thrown back into reality, hit hard with the realization that you were rubbing your thighs together, touching yourself beneath the table, and fucking moaning while ogling your professor.
Oh god, shoot me now.
โIโd like to have a word with you after class,โ she said sternly.
You peered up at her meekly, feeling terribly ashamed, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. "Y- Yes ma'am," you managed to quietly squeak out.
To your surprise, she didnโt really look angry. Justโฆ confused? Concerned? Either way, it did nothing to ease the nauseating feeling that took over the earlier pleasant ache low in your belly.
As Sevika made her way back to her desk, you glanced around the room. It seemed none of your classmates were privy to whatย exactlyย you had done, but all eyes were wide and honed in on you.
Youโd need to come up with a damn good excuse for your behavior, but as your eyes darted to the clock on the wall behind your professor, you found that was unfortunately not going to be possible.
โTest this Friday,โ Professor Sevika called to the class as she took a seat.
While the entire class erupted into simultaneous groans and sighs, you sat quietly panicking over what the hell you were going to tell your Professor about your behavior. How the fuck do you cover up the fact that you were touching yourself to filthy fantasies of her?
As the rest of the class quickly filtered out of the room, you slowly gathered up your items and stuffed them into your bag, all while trying desperately to avoid eye contact with your professor or anyone around you.
Once only you and your professor remained, you reluctantly made your way to her desk, head hung low and eyes on the floor.
From her seat at the desk, Professor Sevika simply peered up at you, brows furrowed. Inย complete silenceย .
Youโre not sure how long she let you simmer there like that, watching as you nervously shifted from one foot to the other, but it was long enough that you decided to finally lift your gaze to meet hers. You instantly regretted it, because she then removed her glasses, drawing your attention to those smoky gray eyes, which she had trained on you. Any words youโd had prepared to explain yourself vanished. Poof! Just like that. Gone. Replaced with useless thoughts. Thoughts that would only get you into deeper trouble.
Her eyes are so intense. So pretty.
Thankfully, your professor finally spoke up, breaking the awkward silence and disrupting your trailing thoughts.
โYouโve been paying less and less attention in class over the past couple of months, and I understand why now.โ
Your heart sank back into the pit of your stomach again. Youโd been caught acting horribly inappropriate and you were about to get chewed out for it. Maybe even kicked from the class. Your gaze dropped again and the heat returned to your cheeks.
โIโm so sor-โ
โHowever-โ she interrupted, grabbing your attention again, โ-youโve been outperforming your peers. Your test and quiz scores have been near perfect. Iโmโฆ impressed.โ
Your eyes darted to hers.
Did- Did she just say she was impressed?
You remained silent, just waiting for her to get to the part where she scolds you for fantasizing and touching yourself during class.
โI looked at your transcript this morning. I see youโve already taken this class. Passed with the highest grade even, so I can understand why you wouldnโt feel the need to pay attention.โ
Wait- what?
You tried not to let her see how baffled you were, but it was damn near impossible to hide when youโd been so damn sure the conversation would go in an entirely different direction. How could she not have noticed what you were doing?
โWhat I donโt understand isย whyย youโre taking this class again.โ
Relief washed over you. Not only did she apparently miss your little show, she also seemed calm, not angry. She even seemedโฆย intriguedย ?
Thankfully, you were able to come up with something quick-witted, because you sure as hell couldnโt tell her the real reason.
โI needed extra hours for insurance purposes, and I really enjoyed this class.โ
She simply stared at you for a momentโ and good god that heated gaze of hers was somehow both terribly unnerving and incredibly arousing at the same time.
โYour talent would have been put to better use in a class you havenโt taken yet.โ
You thought hiding your shock before had been difficult, but sheโd just dropped the second compliment in the short span you two had been talking.
โI- I suppose so, but this is my last semester. I donโt need any more courses.โ
โHm. Interesting,โ she replied, and you could have sworn you caught those dark lips of hers pull up at the corner just a bit, but it was gone so quickly you werenโt sure if it had just been in your head. โWell, Iโd like to ask that you at leastย pretendย to pay attention so as to set an example for the rest of the class.โ
โUnderstood, maโam. Again, Iโm terribly sorry.โ
With a simple nod, she dismissed you and turned her attention to the pile of papers on her desk.
You left as quickly as you could, desperately trying not to look as crazy as you felt.
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