[PM] He really is, I feel bad for his future wife, if he makes it that far.. I do not parade around you! I just wear my clothes! How is it my fault if you are looking, hum? Also you’re the one giving me sex eyes. I’ll pass.
[PM] Please, the only way he gets a wife is if he pays her. Mm, yeah, but you accidentally drop things a lot and bend over in front of me - I'm just saying. I’m not convinced that you’re that clumsy. Offer's always open, Marls.
[PM] There are, but I know him personally, and he is less than stellar. He is one of those beefheads, you know the type. I wouldn’t say thirsty. In fact, may I argue you are the thirsty one?
[PM] Okay, he sounds intolerable - I’ll give you that. The brainless type? Damn, I really did make the bar too low. There I thought my entry requirements were idiot proof. Please - parading around in front of me in your short skirts, bending over in front of me and giving me the sex eyes. You’re obvious, Rose. Hey, I’ll throw you a bone if you really want it that bad.
WHO → @professorbas and @uni-marleyrose
WHERE → Sebastian’s office.
WHEN → December 5th, Afternoon.
NOTES → After a year of teasing, Marley offers Sebastian something that he’s been after for a while.
WARNINGS → NSFW, teacher/student relationship (consensual, and both are 18+), adultery
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair slowly. It had been a fairly long day, and it was far from over considering the amount of paperwork he had to grade. Part of him wanted to get it over with already, but then again, part of him wasn’t really looking forward to going home. His house was too big and too empty. On the bright side, Renée had taken the kids to Paris again. It was a relief not to have to return home to a wife that cared about him just as little as he cared about her and two children who were growing more spoiled by the second - whose upbringing Sebastian had absolutely no say in whatsoever, if Renée had anything to do with it.
Thank fuck for Marley. He wasn’t sure how he’d be able to get any of this done without her. Sharp and efficient - definitely the best person to have picked out to be his TA. The fact that she was nice to look at didn’t hurt either - although, it could be distracting at times. Not that that ever stopped him from flirting with her regardless.
Tapping his pen on the table, he figured that he might as well make the mundane activity a bit more tolerable, so he scraped back his chair and reached into his drawer, pulling out the bottle of scotch that he kept in there for grading and two tumblers. Filling one up, he glanced pointedly at Marley. “You want a one?”
MARLEY:
While her job got boring at times, Marley loved being a TA. She got credits for it, first off, and it kind of gave her something to do. Add in the fact that Mr. Smythe was nothing short of incredible, she felt pretty blessed to be where she was at. Currently sitting in the corner of his office, a few papers in hand, she glanced up at her Professor, watching him.
He was handsome, older than she was (Obviously), he taught with a passion, and Marley often watched him teach just for the hell of it. Add in the fact he flirted with her constantly, Marley enjoyed their time alone together. Yes, she knew he was married, and yes, she knew he was what everyone called a ‘player’, but it's been a year, and they were still right here.
Glancing up when she heard his chair, Marley watched curiously as he pulled out two glasses, and some scotch. Raising an eyebrow, Marley scooted towards him, and nodded. “You know I’m nineteen, right?” She asked taking the glass from him, and holds the glass against her mouth, and smiling.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian smirked, pouring out a second glass and pushing the first towards her. “Since when have you known me to play by the rules, Marls?” he asked with a wink. “Besides, you’re already the legal drinking age in Europe”.
It was probably a bad idea for him to be so affectionate with Marley - no, scratch that, he knew it was a terrible idea - but damn if he was able to help himself. Not that he wasn’t above sleeping around - he definitely wasn’t getting laid at home, and he felt no guilt about looking elsewhere - but even he knew that he was playing a dangerous game here. Not only because sleeping with his TA might be stepping over his own thin line, but because Marley was different from any of the other people that he’d bedded over the years. He was actually fond of Marley - cared about her. That didn’t bode well for him. This could get messy, and Sebastian didn’t do feelings.
He took a long gulp from his glass, half of the liquid disappearing down his throat before he settled the tumbler back down on his desk, letting his eyes trail over her - because, god damn, she really was temptation all rolled up into one. “Nothing hotter than a woman who can handle a scotch,” he commented with a teasing grin.
MARLEY:
Looking down at her glass, Marley laughed. “You're right. Never.” While she wasn't one to follow the rules either, Marley brought the glass to her lips, and took a sip.
Marley never really thought she would be the one sitting here. From the moment she'd met him, she's felt this strange attraction towards him, but at the same time she knew he was married, even if it wasn't a happy marriage, and she also knew that he had quite the reputation, and wasn't sure if she wanted to get involved with that. She hated sharing.
“You think so?” She asked, putting her papers to the side, and finishing her glass, kinking an eyebrow, Marley nudged her glass towards him. “Thanks.”
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian chuckled, lifting his glass again and swirling the liquid around absently, before gulping the rest down. "I’m sure it’s hardly your first taste of alcohol, Marls. You’re in college.”
Licking his lips, he gazed at her thoughtfully. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d made a pass at her, and Marley always seemed to know how to handle herself – he knew the girl all too well to know that if his attention was unwanted, she’d make it perfectly clear to him. It was refreshing, really.
“I think I’ve made it perfectly clear about the effect you have on me. The scotch just makes it so much hotter,” Sebastian told her, pouring himself out another glass, and another for Marley. “Don’t worry, though, I’m not trying to get you drunk so that you’ll sleep with me.” He might be an asshole, after all, but he wasn’t that kind of asshole. He knew how to tell when someone was too drunk to make decisions. “I’m sure I’m charming enough without it,” he added with a grin.
MARLEY:
“I never said it was.” Marley pointed out. She's drank before. He'll, she has even had scotch before. Swirling her cup, she uncrossed her legs, and crossed them again, taking a sip.
Marley saw how he was looking at her, and in all honesty, she enjoyed the attention. She loved it when he hit on her, when he accidentally brushed against her even. He was practically sex on a stick, and resisting him was pretty hard on her end.
“Oh I know you have.” She commented as he poured her another glass. “And when have I ever said I'm not attracted to you?” She asked, taking a sip, and Grinning. “Are you sure?” She teased, holding the glass against her lips. Taking another sip, Marley got up, and sat herself in his lap. “I wouldn't complain if you did.”
SEBASTIAN:
Any quip that Sebastian could've put together in reply was instantly swallowed up as soon as Marley uncrossed her legs. He swallowed his drink thickly, smirking as his eyes travelled between her legs. Damn. Just like that, his jeans began to feel far too tight. But before he even managed to get a decent look, she had closed them again. Marley always did know how to get his motor running.
“If you tried to, it’d be obvious you were lying.” That much was true, at least. Sebastian usually had a good sense of when a student was attracted to him. Still, he didn’t think for a minute that Marley would be the type of person who would be okay with sleeping with someone like Sebastian – knowing full well of his reputation.
“Careful, Rose,” he warned as the other sat on him, but his hands found their way travelling up her thighs slowly, up past the hemline of her skirt, and fuck, that felt good. “I never said I didn’t want to sleep with you – only that I didn’t need to get you drunk to do it.”
MARLEY:
Marley knew how to get a reaction out of him. She did this often. Sat there, giving him a peak, just enough to keep him curious. It was a guilty pleasure. She liked the reaction she got from him. Peering up from her papers, Marley smirked. He was pretty easy.
“Is that so?” Marley asked, her head tilting to the side as she smiled. She wasn't sure if it was the scotch, but she was enjoying this more than she should. Licking her lips, Marley took a sip of her drink. Screw grading papers.
Sitting there, Marley watched as his hand danced up her thigh. Biting her lip, she looked into his eyes. “I never said I was going to stop you.” She reminded him, her hand on his chest, as she licked her lips.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian raised his eyebrows – fully aware that the other knew perfectly well what she was doing to him. Marley was going to be the death of him one day, he just knew it. What a good way to go out, though. He’d hardly complain.
Especially considering their position now – Marley sitting on him, and god, he was rock hard underneath her, bucking up into her and suppressing a groan. “Well, in that case,” he breathed, his hands travelling further up, fingers teasing the hem of her underwear, thumb brushing gently over her clit through the thin material .
A dizzy haze taking over him, his eyes followed her tongue as it darted out to lick her lips, and he barely had time to think before he was leaning in to crush his lips to hers with a heated groan.
MARLEY:
After spending a year avoiding this, Marley found herself tired of fighting it. She has been attracted to Sebastian since she's met him. He'll, he was the first man to literally take her breath away, and now.. Now she was going to give him a taste of what he can have.
Marley could feel his hardness pressing against her, and he was as big as she thought he would be. Rubbing her ass into his hardness, she bit down on her lip as his finger brushed against her clit, and bit back a moan as her legs spread apart.
He kissed her, and it was better than expected. Her tongue slipped in his mouth, and she almost forgot herself. Placing her hand over his, Marley opened her eyes, and smirked. “This isn't about me.” She mumbled, grinding her ass into his cock. “Tell me what you want.”
SEBASTIAN:
It still felt surreal to Sebastian that he was finally getting what he wanted. Of course, Sebastian was the type to chase after things at full throttle, and not give in until what he wanted was his, but with Marley… it had been different. He never wanted to push her. If Marley was going to give in, it’d be on her own terms – Sebastian respected her far too much to treat her like any of his previous one night stands.
His patience had paid off, it seemed, because the way that Marley reacted to him – the way she opened up her legs for him and began to shift on his lap was enough to send a pool of blazing fire down to his gut.
Hand stilling, he swallowed thickly, watching her with a serious expression. “You,” he murmured against her lips, before trailing small, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her neck, a light trail of pink marks left in his wake. “I want- fuck. Everything. Anything. Your hands, your lips – anything, Marls. Question is, how far are you willing to go?”
MARLEY:
Marley wouldn't lie if he asked if she had feelings for him. She did, and working beside him made those feelings come out more. He was sexy, smart, articulate, and cocky as fuck. It drove her wild. Marley spent many nights thinking of him while she touched herself.
She was practically dripping at this point. She wasn't sure if she could do this, but she can.. She should get off too. He felt so good too. Her blue eyes shut, and she groaned. She was going to have a hard time maintaining control. She knew it.
Marley shuddered as his lips made their way down her neck in a possessive manner. She was going insane. This isn't how it should be. Placing her hand on his chest, her blue eyes opened, and she began fiddling with the button on his pants. “All that.” She mumbled, tugging at his earlobe. “I want your fingers on me.. I want your cock in my hand.. My mouth.. Not all the way. Not yet.”
SEBASTIAN:
A trembled breath escaped Sebastian as Marley spoke – fuck, it was more than he’d have hoped for, in all honesty. And that promise… not yet. He was more than willing to wait for Marley. Fuck knows he’d waited this long. “Yeah. That’s- yeah. We can do that.”
He let his hand tease over her underwear, and damn if the dampness that he felt when he moved it slightly downwards wasn’t enough to make him keen with want. He sucked down harder on her neck, a little more possessive, running the fingers of his free hand up her neck and threading into her hair.
“What about my tongue?” No one could say that he wasn’t a giver, after all – and the thought of taking Marley apart was far too appealing for words.
MARLEY:
They have been playing this game for all too long in her opinion. There were moments when he'd call her while he was having sex just so she'd hear, or that time he walked in on her and Jake, and played into exactly what she wanted. It was now time to give in, and she was going to have fun with this.
She lifted her hips, helping him push her panties down, before she unzipped his pants, and began stroking him through his boxers. His lips on her neck were intoxicating, and she knew he was purposely leaving a mark. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue across the side of his neck before biting down slightly. Two can play at that game.
She shuddered at his words. “Fuck.” She whispered, pulling back.”Of course.” The thought of his tongue inside of her drove her insane. Kissing him, Marley moved to the side, and pushed his pants as low as she could. Taking him out of his boxers, she looked into his eyes, and stroked him. “How long have you wanted this?”
SEBASTIAN:
God, she was driving him insane. She always did. The one thing about Marley was that she always knew how to match him at his own game. Sebastian was far too used to having the upper hand with any of his partners – but with Marley, it was a match. A battle of wits. It was one of the things that made him all that more hungry for her. Just when he thought he was two steps ahead, Marley knew how to leave him in the dust.
His tongue ran over his lips as her panties came off, discarding them on the desk carelessly – far too distracted by the sight in front of him. Adrenaline racing, his hand was back between her legs, parting her lips to tease the nub, stroking in soft circles as Marley attacked his neck, his back arching as a guttural moan escaped him.
He shuffled to help aid with the removal of his jeans, but holy shit, Marley’s hand was on his dick and his brain was clouding over. It was almost overwhelming. “Too long,” he murmured, pressing kisses along her jaw. “How long have you been waiting, Marls? How often do you touch yourself thinking about me?”
MARLEY:
This little game of cat and mouse has been the most arousing experience in her life. Marley was far from what you'd call a whore. She just knew what she wanted, and she has wanted him for way too long. No man challenged her the way he did.
He was stroking her, and she felt like she was dripping on his hand. She was giving him power, and it was driving her insane, but it felt good, so she let him continue for now.
Biting at his neck again, she flicked her wrist, humming at his response, before she groaned. “All the time.” She confessed, her finger swirling around his tip. Finally, Marley swatted his hand away. Smirking, she stood up, and dropped to her knees. Looking into his eyes, she lowered herself to her knees, and took him in her mouth
SEBASTIAN:
“Yeah?” He asked, pressing his lips against her neck harder – fully intent on marking her up as much as possible. He couldn’t have her walking around without them. Hopefully Jake would see them, and back the hell off. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was possessive. As hypocritical as it was of him, he hated the idea of anyone else having their paws over what’s his.
Sebastian let out a low growl when Marley pulled away, wanting to pull her back onto his lap and make her scream his name, but then she was lowered to her knees and between his legs and- oh. Fuck.
She looked so delicious with her lips wrapped around his cock, that it took everything in Sebastian not to thrust into the warm, wet heat. He couldn’t even describe the way that it felt. All he could do was choke out a “Fuck, Marley--” as his head rolled back, his breath hitching.
MARLEY:
Marley found his jealousy to be amusing. While they weren't dating, Marley often brought Jake around, because it drove him wild. Sebastian seemed to hate when she was with Jake, and often. Tried to lead her away from him. The fact that he was marking her up didn't surprise her at all.
That being said, it was crazy how much this turned her on. Seeing him so needy, and helpless completely egged her on. She wanted him to want her, and only her. She wanted him to think of her constantly. She'd never admit to how jealous she was.
Marley's blue eyes peered into his as she took him in her mouth. Deeper, and deeper, until she felt him hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed around him, her tongue brushing against the underside of his cock teasingly
SEBASTIAN:
The way that Marley kept her eyes fixed to his – it was almost like a challenge, and he supposed that it kind of described their relationship down to a tee. His fingers trailed through her hair gently – undemanding, but he just wanted to touch her in some way – to feel her.
And of course Marley had to drag the most obscene noises from him – he took in a sharp breath, her throat closing around him and driving every nerve in his body wild. Shit, Sebastian wasn’t a stranger to both having his cock sucked and sucking cock himself – but Marley could outmatch even him, and that really was saying something. It made him wonder briefly how many people she’d done this for – a stupid, naïve and selfish part of him wishing that it had been for him and only him. Which was hypocritical of him, he knew – but he couldn’t help himself.
“Fuck, Marley… so good. Always knew how pretty your mouth would look wrapped around my cock.”
MARLEY:
Marley wasn't sure why she was providing a point. In a way, she wanted to implant herself in his head. Make him want her, and only her. The way he looked into her eyes, and touch her hair, she had a feeling it was working.
As weird as it sounds, she was the champion of sucking cock. Marley didn't start having sex till college, however she was okay with giving head in high school, mostly to her then boyfriend, and she was fairly certain she perfected it. The noise escaping past Sebastian’s lips only egged her on.
Pulling away with a pop, she grinned. “I knew you thought about it.” She teased, jerking him off as she leaned forward placing kisses, and bite marks on his thighs, before brushing her tongue against his scrotum.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian wasn’t sure a blow job had ever felt this good before. Maybe it was that Marley knew exactly what she was doing, or maybe the sheer fact that it was Marley was heightening his senses. Whatever it was, he knew that he could easily become addicted. Then again, in a way, he’d always been kind of addicted to Marley.
A whimper fell from his lips when Marley came up for air, breath hitching sharply, but he managed to train his lips into a smirk. “I knew-- that you thought about—my dick--” he panted, breathless.
Before he could say anything else, she started marking up his thighs, and shit – fuck. He swore under his breath. “Close, Marls- I’m- So close-“
MARLEY:
Marley liked doing this. There was a rush to getting him off. Knowing she was the one turning him on. It's always been that way. Maybe that is why they teased each other so much.
“Never denied it.” She reminded him, biting at his thigh. She was selfish. If she had marks, he would too.
Sucking lightly at his sack, she grinned, pulling away. “I know.” She said, taking him in her mouth once again. She was dying to taste him.
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian’s hand twitched in Marley’s hair, bucking up slightly as Marley made her marks on him. “Never confirmed it either,” he reminded her. Not that their flirting wasn’t obvious enough. It had taken great restraint for Sebastian not to throw her on the desk and fuck her then and there any time he and Marley were in a room together. It was a wonder it took this long for them to get this far.
He whined quietly when Marley’s lips left him, but just as soon as he had, her lips were wrapped around his cock again, and his sensations were going into overdrive. It didn’t take long for it all to become too much, and the blazing heat soared through him as he let out a loud, guttural groan, tightening his hand in her hair in warning as she drove him over the edge.
MARLEY:
A smirk appeared across Marley's face, Typical Sebastian. He always needed validation. Shaking her head, she sucked in her breath. “I've thought of it before.. I've touched myself thinking about you fucking me.” That should make him happy.
She couldn't wait to taste him. Marley sucked around his cock, groaning as his hand tangled in her hair, because it felt amazing, and she wanted him so badly, but not yet. That wasn't part of her plan.
SEBASTIAN:
That was a visual image that helped push him over – Marley spread out, thinking of him – spilling out his name as she came.
One last groan and he couldn’t hold it back anymore, spilling into Marley’s mouth, completely breathless. He gazed down at her with hooded eyes. “I can’t believe it took us so long to do that,” he breathed.
Running a curled finger down her cheek, he swallowed thickly. “You take such good care of me, gorgeous. Time to return the favour.”
MARLEY:
Her cheeks puffed as he filled her mouth, and she pulled away swallowing. “It took long enough.” She agreed, her tongue running against her lip as she stood up.
“I always do.” She agreed, leaning in, and kissing him. Her phone then rang, and she pulled it out. “Crap.. We can't today. I forgot I have to meet up with Jake.” She kissed him again. “Next time?”
SEBASTIAN:
Sebastian sunk into the kiss, his hands gliding over her cheeks. He could taste himself – and was it weird that that particular fact made his softening cock twitch with interest?
When she pulled back, he frowned, and growled when she mentioned Jake, jealousy flaring up in him. “Forget about him. We’re in the middle of something – blow him off.” The last thing he wanted when Marley had just given him one of the most mind-blowing orgasms was Jake’s disgusting hands all over her.
MARLEY:
Marley hummed into their kiss, her eyes closing, because she kind of loved the way he tasted in her mouth. This was hot, Marley couldn’t get over how turned on she was, and she was dripping. Completely dripping. She wouldn’t be surprised if it slid down her leg.
His jealousy peaked her interest. Smirking, she leaned in, and kissed him again. “Professssor.” She cooed out, pulling back, and smoothing out her skirt. “I can’t. I want to, but I can’t.” She kissed him again, unable to help herself. She was supposed to have the upper hand here, not him. “Next time, I’m all yours.” And with that, she pulled away again and grabbed her things. Leaving her panties on his desk, she flicked up her skirt teasingly before heading out the door.
SEBASTIAN:
“Marls,” he warned, drawing her into his lips once more, tasting. “C’mon…” Fuck, it was almost needy. He didn’t like sounding needy.
Sebastian couldn’t help the whine that he let out when Marley pulled back completely, reaching out for her but only just missing. As the door closed behind her, Sebastian closed his eyes and let out an exasperated huff. Oh, Marley knew how to play dirty – he knew this already – but he’ll be damned if he was going to let Jake take her away from him.
Shit, this was going to bug him all night. He took a large swig from the bottle and settled it down on the desk with a sigh. Yep, he was right – Marley Rose was definitely going to be the death of him.
Exactly, see its a vicious circle. Act like a dick, and see what you get. Oh hush, You hear it every day. What makes it any different coming fro me? Like I said, you’re okay. I’ll give you that.
[PM] I don't know. There are levels of being a dick. I'm hardly a saint, yet I manage to get laid just fine. Aw, come on. You know you’re thirsty for me. Don’t think I don’t know it. I’m more than okay.
Thank you, I am sure I’ll appreciate that next year, as long as you keep me on of course. He probably is, and he’s a dick, so there is that! I think it is why he’s a dick. Are you sure? I mean it felt like it was a set up, I can appreciate it of course! You’re okay. I mean I’ve seen better.
Like I’d consider anyone else. You think he’s a dick because he doesn’t get laid? Makes sense. It’s a vicious circle. You got me. I just wanted to hear you say it. That stings, Marls. You know there’s no better eye candy than me.You’re a pretty close match, though.
I think you might be, I mean why else would you get replies like that? I often do, I often do, but this one bothered me for some reason. Oh really? Did you really just set yourself up as eye candy?
Noted. I'll make sure to make entry requirements idiot proof next year. I mean, look on the bright side - if this person is a heterosexual male - which I’m willing to bet they are, considering the comment - they're definitely going to find it hard to get laid with that attitude. I don’t need to set myself up as anything - I was just stating a fact. It’s not my fault I’m so devilishly handsome.You know, you’re not so bad yourself.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my TA Job, but it often feels like you read one paper, you have read them all, and a lot of people really lack creativity, so I am stuck here reading why Nora was selfish for leaving her husband, and children, and just showed how selfish women are, I might pull out my hair!
Sometimes I worry if the bar was set too low for this place. You need to laugh at the stupidity, though, or you’ll end up going crazy. Besides, at least when you’re marking in my office, you get some decent eye candy. Can’t be all bad.
