Academic Misconduct
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends
Pairing: Mean Students!Caitvi x Older!Professor Female Reader
Words: 8203
Synopsis: You didn't think starting your new job at Piltover University would be this... troublesome
Warnings: Mean college students Caitvi return!, dub-con? (Reader doesn't always verbally consent/expresses hesitation, but she never asks to stop), older Reader (10 years older), inexperienced Reader, Reader has had sex with men, corruption kink, fingering (Cait receiving), smoking marijuana, spanking, degradation kink (inc. use of 'slut' and 'whore'), oral sex (R! receiving), nipple play, multiple orgasms, strap ons, strap ons referred to as 'cocks', vaginal sex (R! receiving), sucking strap (R! giving), finger sucking, anal sex (R! receiving), double penetration, minor spit play.
You took a deep breath as you stood outside the lecture theatre door. Why were you so nervous; you’d been lecturing for three years before Professor Heimerdinger invited you to join Piltover Uni. You were competent; you were knowledgeable; you were qualified. You didn’t need to be nervous!
You forced a smile on your face, pushed down your anxious nausea, and stepped into the lecture theatre. “Good morning, everyone!” you greeted cheerfully.
Your new students looked up from their desks where they’d chatted amongst themselves, now settling down and taking their seats as you set down your things at the podium. You made sure to look up at them as quickly as you could, reassured that they were all smiling back.
Almost all…
Two girls nearer the middle of the tiered rows looked over you closely. Examining you. Assessing. One with navy blue hair and a prim-looking appearance; the other with black hair tinged pink on the ends, one arm draped across the back of the blue-haired girl’s seat.
The way they smirked at you, then whispered to each other immediately sent your mind back to high school. Forcing the smile to stay on your face, you started your class.
Introducing yourself, you began to run through the course’s layout and structure, the various assessments over the year, and your expectations of your students. Everyone typed on their laptops or wrote in their notebooks, focusing on your words. Throughout the class, your eyes kept getting pulled to the blue-and-pink couple, watching as they whispered to themselves, giggling from time to time.
After the fifth time you caught them doing so, you couldn’t stop yourself calling out, “Is there something the whole class would like to enjoy?”
The room stopped, turning their heads to the students in question. Usually in situations like that, the students would be embarrassed, would apologise, would duck their heads in shame.
But not these two.
They both just continued to smirk, seemingly amused by your choice to confront them.
The blue-haired girl spoke. “We were just discussing your syllabus.”
“If you have any questions, Miss…?”
“Kiramman. Caitlyn.”
The way she said it gave you the impression that name was supposed to mean something. It didn’t, so you pressed on. “Miss Kiramman, any questions?”
She hummed thoughtfully, pausing for a few seconds, trying to drag out the tension and make you uncomfortable. Unfortunately, it started to work, making your heart race. “Not at this time. But as the course progresses, I’ll be sure to raise any.”
“Good. And you?” you looked to the black-haired girl.
She smirked. “Vi. And no, Teach, no questions here.”
You swallowed down your anger and tried to remain calm, even as you trembled behind the podium. “I understand I’m new to this University, but I have been in this field for years, and lectured for several years before this position. I am qualified to be here; as such, you are expected to show me even a modicum of respect. Is that clear, Vi?”
She chuckled lowly. “Crystal… Teach.”
Not wanting to show yourself up any more on the first day, you brushed off the last quip. “Good. Now, with your permission, may I continue?” you asked sarcastically.
And Caitlyn responded in kind with a theatrical wave of her hand, like a Monarch waving to a crowd.
The rest of the class proceeded with relative ease, though Caitlyn and Vi did continue their shenanigans, just a little more subtle than before. As you dismissed the class and everyone started packing away, you kept flicking your gaze up to the two girls. Who also kept looking back at you.
As they walked down the steps in the middle of the room, you called to them, “I don’t expect that behaviour in my lectures again.”
But Vi just gave you a one-sided smirk and two-fingered salute as they sauntered out.
After everyone left, you headed through the building to your office. You unlocked the door and stepped inside, once again taking in your space. It was classically decorated, with some antique furniture. An ornate wooden desk, a cabinet, a chest of drawers, a fancy-looking rug. But also had more modern comforts, as well as a private bathroom.
You set your bag down in your desk chair, starting to unpack your laptop, when a knock came on your door.
“Come in!”
You looked up as the door opened, and a smirking Vi stepped inside, closing it behind her. She was without her backpack, obviously having dropped it off somewhere.
You took a deep breath and forced a polite smile. “How can I help you, Vi? Any questions after today’s class?”
A smug look took over her face. “I’m your TA.”
You blanched. “You’re…?”
She nodded. “Hand-picked by Heimerdinger himself.”
“Professor Heimerdinger,” you corrected sternly. “If you really are my TA, then how do you explain your appalling behaviour in class?”
She shrugged, plopping herself down on your sofa, her legs spread apart as she lounged back, hands in her pockets. “Couldn’t resist, Teach, sorry. Just wanted a little fun. Is that a crime?”
“It could get you removed from your position. And don’t call me ‘Teach’.”
She just smirked again, shaking her head. “Nah. Heimerdinger won’t let you fire me.”
“And why not?”
“Cait’s the Junior Class President, and her family’s one the Uni’s leading donors. All they had to do was ask him for me to get this spot.”
You nodded slowly. “That’s why she led with her surname in class, I suppose?”
Vi clicked her tongue and winked at you. “She likes to do that. She’s a little shit sometimes.”
“So, I’m not actually going to have a TA this year,” you grumbled, crossing your arms in frustration. “Fantastic.”
That somehow seemed to offend her. “Hey, I’m still gonna do the work.”
You raised your brows sceptically. “Really?”
“Yeah! I mean, I do have a pretty busy personal life so I can’t promise I’ll just drop everything and come running-”
You couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes.
“-But I’m gonna work! Okay?” she stressed. “I’ll help you plan, grade shit, set up the classroom, get you books from the library, whatever. I just can’t promise I won’t be hungover when I do. Or that I won’t stare at your tits sometimes.”
Your face burst with heat. “Vi! That’s not an acceptable thing to say!”
“Oh, calm down,” she laughed, “Cait won’t mind. She’s gonna look too.”
“That’s not-”
There was a knock on your door, and it opened a second later. Professor Heimerdinger entered, smiling brightly as he did.
“Oh, good day, Professor! How did your first class go?” Vi sat up on the sofa, catching his attention. “Oh, goodness! Violet, how are you?”
“I’m good, Prof, thanks,” she smiled back. Still a bit of a smirk, but not as cocky as with you.
“I see you’ve met your new Assistant,” the bubbly Dean grinned at you. “I picked her for you myself; I hope you’ll be pleased by my choice.”
You softly cleared your throat, crossing your arms. “Actually, Professor-”
Vi cut you off. “We’re just discussing what the Professor expects of me and what my regular duties will be.” Looking back at you with a smirk, she winked with the eye Heimerdinger couldn’t see.
“Wonderful, just wonderful! I knew you two would get along, I just knew it!”
Vi’s smirk grew even bigger. “I’ve got a good feeling too, Professor.”
Your first semester at the University proved challenging, for several reasons. Getting your bearings around the campus; making friends amongst the faculty, which had always been a struggle for you; and laying out your new courses, which were more advanced than the ones you had taught previously, but Piltover students were proving themselves to be worthy of the challenging materials you set for them.
Including your two most challenging students: Caitlyn Kiramman and Vi Lanes.
They were – to put it simply – the two banes of your life. Disrespectful, cheeky, sarcastic… Mean, for lack of a better word. The Kiramman brat definitely had it in her head that she was better than everyone else, and Lanes was just a cocky, smug little shit.
You, thankfully, didn’t have much to do with Kiramman outside of class, only tolerating her presence in faculty meetings where she was surprisingly polite to everyone else. It seemed it was just you she enjoyed tormenting.
Lanes on the other hand… Your TA… Dealing with her every day was a pain. True to her word, she was indeed doing the job pretty well. Helped you with lecture plans, whilst smirking at you; graded papers for you, as she winked at you from across your desk; brought you back any books you needed from the library, telling you to say ‘thank you, Vi’ before she would set them down; helping you set up the lecture theatres for classes, blatantly staring at your boobs or ass as she did.
It was opening a can of worms for you. And you hated it.
You weren’t a virgin. You’d tried dating boys in high school, including ‘going all the way’ as the kids said back then. But you were never satisfied. You’d chalked that up to teenage boys just being kind of useless and not knowing how to make you feel good. So, you stuck with it through to your sophomore year at college; going on dates and hooking up with the young men in your classes. They were, admittedly, a little more skilled than the boys in high school. But every time you’d been left wanting, even if they’d somehow managed to make you finish.
You just assumed sex wasn’t for you. Sexual desire and appetite is a spectrum, you knew this; you must just have been on the low end. You didn’t particularly care – you’d been busy getting your undergrad degree, then your postgrad, then your PhD, and then starting your career.
You were content in life.
Possibly not happy. But content.
Which is why it was so confusing that those two students were worming their way into your brain.
Caitlyn was a beautiful young woman, even if she was very aware of that fact and played up to it. She was confident, intelligent, a good student, everyone in the faculty spoke well of her. And she was obviously popular with the student body, to have been Class President in both Sophomore and Junior years, with talk of her being voted in again for Senior. Every time she looked at you with that smug, arrogant smile, your heart pounded. Every time her gaze moved down to your chest, your cheeks flushed.
It was the same with Vi. The black-haired vixen was just… She had a charm about her, even when she was actively pissing you off. That cocky smirk and those bold winks did something to you, every time. The way she would spread her legs out wide whilst sat on your sofa grading papers, looking up at you from time to time, grinning like a hyena whenever she caught you looking… It was maddening!
It was also wholly unethical. They were your students; you were their professor. The fact that they were legally adults was irrelevant. You’d lose your job. For sure. 100%. Most likely with a black mark on your name that would make you unemployable at any centre of education in the country.
No.
You couldn’t.
The mental images of them kissing you, of them touching you, of them caressing you, would just have to stay in your brain. You could make it through the year unscathed. Who knows, they might not take any of your classes next year…
But a small part of you knew that this year would be one you’d never forget.
The day had finished and you had headed out to the car park. Loading your bags into the trunk, you got behind the wheel and put the key in the ignition. You turned, and… Nothing. Not a splutter, not a choke. Just nothing. You tried again. Still nothing.
What the hell? You’d driven to campus absolutely fine that morning, no problems at all.
You got out of the car, lifting the hood, and looking down at the engine. You didn’t know what you’d thought would happen, you had no understanding of how cars worked or how to fix them.
You closed the hood and tried one more time, just hoping for a miracle.
You were disappointed.
Cursing under your breath, you called a repair service. After answering some basic questions, they asked if you were in a safe place. You answered honestly: yes, you were. Could you wait somewhere for a truck to get to you? Yes, you could. That, regrettably, knocked you down their call-out list. You were merely told that someone would be with you as soon as they can, but you should wait somewhere safe until that happens.
Which they gave you no time scale for.
Groaning in annoyance, you got your bags back out of the trunk, and headed back inside to your office. Slumping down in your desk, you checked your watch. 6:20. Resigning yourself to waiting an indeterminate amount of time, you got your laptop back out and started working again.
After a while, there was a knock on your door. Most students would have gone by now, so it must have been another teacher.
“Come in.”
The door opened, and it was Vi who looked at you curiously. “What are you still doing here?” she asked, leaning against your doorjamb as she twirled her set of keys.
You sighed. “My car broke down; I’m waiting for a repair van.”
“Really? What’s wrong with it?”
You shrugged. “I’m a professor, not a mechanic. It just won’t start. It was fine this morning. I’ve called the company; they’re on their way but as I’m in a safe place,” you gestured around your office, “I’m not a priority. ‘Someone will be with me as soon as possible’,” you grumbled, shifting a pile of essays closer to you.
She hummed. “That sucks. You gonna sleep here?”
“I suppose I’ll have to? I have no idea when they’ll call. I have a spare blanket in my cupboard, and the sofa’s comfortable enough. It’ll do for one night.”
She nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, Teach. I hope it works out.”
You were surprised by her remark, as casual as it was. “Thank you, Vi. Goodnight.”
She closed your door as she left, her footsteps echoing down the corridor as she went.
Hours passed. You kept your phone on and charged, checking it every so often for any messages or missed calls – not that you could have missed any call coming in, even taking it with you when you used your bathroom. You would get up and stretch from time to time, your back clicking and creaking as you did so. You were only thirty; how did everything get sore so easily?!
When midnight came and there was still no word from a repair van, you gave up working at your desk and settled on the couch. Turning your phone’s call volume up and placing it next to your head on the cushion, you draped the blanket over your body and curled up, resting your tired eyes.
A bump outside your door startled you awake. You shot up in alarm, looking at your phone. 1:40. No calls or messages.
“Oh god,” you groaned softly, plopping your head back down on the cushion.
Another bump came.
You shot up again, remembering what had woken you. There was movement outside your door. Your heart started pounding as you slowly stood up off the couch, clutching your phone in your hand.
Was someone trying to break in to your office? You glanced at the keys on your desk, wondering if you could sneak over to them and back to the door before the culprit entered.
You heard a soft giggle, followed by a sigh.
What…?
You edged closer to the door, making sure to avoid any creaking floorboards. You listened.
Breathing. Kissing. A gasp.
You rolled your eyes. Not a criminal; some errant students.
You sharply ripped open your door, hoping to scare the troublemakers. Looking around, you jumped.
Right next to your door, back pressed against the wall stood Caitlyn fucking Kiramman. Kissing her neck, one hand moving inside Cait’s trousers, was Vi.
“What are you doing?!” you cried, expecting them to jump apart, to gasp, to apologise profusely.
But no.
Cait just turned her head, smirking at you. “Oh. Hello, Professor.” She closed her eyes and moaned softly as Vi increased her hand’s speed.
“Wh- Stop that! What are you doing!”
“What does it look like, Teach?” Vi mocked, proudly examining the mark she had sucked into her girlfriend’s skin.
“It looks like you’re violating the University’s Code of Conduct!”
Vi just laughed. “Yeah, whatever. Some things are more important. Aren’t they, Cupcake?”
You could hear something… Wet… Sloshing… You realised what Vi’s hand was doing inside Cait’s trousers.
“Violet Lanes, stop immediately! This is completely unacceptable!”
“Oh, stop whining, Professor,” Cait breathed, holding Vi closer to her, “You’re ruining the mood.”
“The… The mood?!” you demanded incredulously. “There is no ‘mood’ here, Kiramman.”
“Oooh, the last name,” Vi taunted in Cait’s ear, earning a giggle. “She’s serious now, Cupcake.”
“Gods, Vi, don’t stop,” she breathed. “I’m almost there.”
“You are nowhere, Kiramman! Stop this immediately.”
She groaned. “But it’s so much fun,” she pouted, cupping Vi’s cheek. “My fantastic, sexy girlfriend making me feel the best things in the world…”
“And our hot Professor acting like she’s not enjoying watching it,” Vi smirked.
That made you pause. “Wh… What?”
“You heard me.” Vi met your eyes, never slowing her hand. “C’mon, Teach, let’s stop pretending like you’re not crazy into both of us.”
“We’ve seen you watching,” Cait giggled breathlessly as she turns her head to look at you, her hips jerking on Vi’s hand. “Every class, you’re always looking over at us, watching us-”
“Because you’re frequently rude and are constantly talking amongst yourselves when you should be listening!”
“Then why don’t you tell us off? Hmmm?” Cait raised an eyebrow. “You did in the first class. Why haven’t you done it since?”
“And why have you always got that shy little look on your face?” Vi teased, adding a third finger inside Cait, earning a long moan. “Just admit it, Teach: you’re into us.”
Your heart pounded and you spluttered. “I-I am not!” you lied. “I am your professor, it’s not acceptable-”
“Would it help if we said we’re both attracted to you as well?” Cait asked, her breath getting faster and shallower as her orgasm drew closer.
That stopped you mid-protest.
They… They liked you?
“You…?”
“Hell yeah,” Vi grinned, cupping Cait’s breast with her free hand, pinching her girlfriend’s nipple through her shirt and bra. “You’re hot; you’re sexy; you’ve got a great ass.”
“Even if there’s a stick up it,” Cait joked.
“Hey!”
“Enough, darling,” she interrupted, pulling Vi closer, “I need to cum, but I want you to admit it first.”
“C’mon now, Teach, don’t keep her waiting.”
You looked between them, heart pounding in your ears, breath coming almost as fast as Cait’s. “It’s… It’s not permitted for us-”
“That’s not what you need to say,” Cait chastised, a small whine leaving her throat as she tried to hold off her orgasm.
“C’mon, baby, you’re supposed to be smart,” Vi teased you as she kissed the taller girl’s neck. “You know what to say.”
You watched Cait moan and whine under Vi’s touch, and you were filled with a desire you had never felt before. You so desperately wanted to give in… Was it too risky? What if this was a trap, a trick?
Fuck it. You’d been lonely for so long.
“I like you both.”
The dam inside Cait broke, and she came on Vi’s fingers with a cry. The black-haired girl quickened her rhythm, dragging out Cait’s pleasure, murmuring praise as she did, basking in the feeling of her girlfriend’s cunt clenching and leaking on her fingers.
Cait shocked you by reaching out and grabbing the front of your shirt, pulling you closer. You stumbled against them, and Cait brought her face down to yours, sealing your lips in a kiss. You gasped softly.
Your first kiss in a decade.
She slipped her tongue inside your mouth, leisurely exploring you as she came down from her climax, breathing softly against you. She hummed when Vi eased her fingers out. A noise drew your attention to the other girl.
Pulling away – reluctantly – from Cait’s soft lips, your eyes met Vi’s as she sucked her fingers into her mouth, cleaning herself of her girlfriend’s juices. You blushed harder, but your mouth watered.
“Your turn, Teach,” she grinned.
“Inside,” Cait said softly, moving off from the wall, nudging you back into your office.
You all entered your office, Vi closing and locking the door behind her.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Cait asserted.
You frowned a little. “Had sex with a student?”
They both laughed.
“With a woman.”
“Oh. Um, no. No, I haven’t.”
Cait smirked at you, pulling her buttoned navy jacket off. “Have you been with anyone?”
“I’m not a virgin,” you snapped defensively, crossing your arms. “I’m 30 years old.”
“Oooh,” Vi sing-songed mockingly. “Practically an old woman. When do you get your pension?” She slung her backpack – that you’d only just noticed – off her shoulder, setting it on the couch as she rummaged through it. “We’re gonna fuck you on that desk, so clear it off unless you want us just throwing your shit everywhere.”
You busied yourself with putting away your laptop and moving the stacks of essays as quickly as you could.
“We’re gonna smoke, by the way,” Vi said, as casually as announcing the weather, as she clicked her lighter against the tip of a joint between her lips.
“Oh, I-I’d rather you didn’t. Not in my office.”
She ignored you, lighting the cigarette, and taking her first puff. “Yeah, not an option.” To make you feel a little better, she opened the door to your bathroom and turned on the extractor fan.
“Relax a little, Professor,” Cait smirked, taking the joint off Vi, smoking herself. “Have you done this before?”
You shifted uncomfortably as you stood in front of your desk. “One time in college; I tried some cake. It didn’t end well,” your mind filled with the memory of you throwing up for an hour in a bathroom whilst your heart pounded so hard you thought you were having a heart attack.
Cait chuckled, stepping closer to you. Taking hold of your chin, she lifted your head. Keeping eye contact as she took another drag, she kept the smoke in her mouth, bringing her lips to yours. Coaxing your lips open, she slowly exhaled, blowing the smoke into your mouth.
You coughed a little, but she pulled you back in for a kiss, dragging her tongue across yours. You moaned as your head spun a little, resting your hands on her upper arms.
Cait let Vi take the roll from her fingers, cupping your face with both hands. “How long has it been, Professor?”
You whimpered as she slid one hand into your hair, tugging your scalp in the most delicious way. “Long time.”
“A year? Two?”
“Decade.”
Both girls paused, looking at you closely. Vi tilted her head as she smoked, brow furrowed in confusion, as if she could not comprehend such a length of time.
“A decade? Ten years?”
“Ten years is a decade; well done, Vi,” you snapped sarcastically.
Cait harshly spanked both your ass cheeks, the cracks echoing in the room. You squealed in surprise and shock, eyes widening as you looked up at her.
“Did you just-?”
She did it again, face impassive as she watched you squirm from the pain of the hits. “We don’t like disrespect, do we, Professor?”
“That’s for class! Towards me!”
“No, no, no,” Vi joined in, crowding behind you as Cait moved you both to the side. “Cait’s right.”
With one of them both in front and behind you, you felt trapped, caged in…
And you didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Vi traced one hand over your ass, admiring its shape through your skirt. She squeezed it firmly, smiling at its feel. “This ass of yours really is great,” she chuckled, then spanked you herself. You gasped at the sting, but Cait shushed you. “So fuckin’ soft and plump. Got great movement to it.”
“Eyes on me,” Cait instructed you, holding your chin and angling your head. “So, you’ve never been with a woman, and it’s been a very long time. What have you done?” she asked, but you knew she wasn’t mocking you; she was being genuine.
“Um… Kissing-” you gasped when Vi spanked you again. “Making out-” Spank. “I’ve used my mouth on two men-” Spank, spank. “And I’ve had intercourse.”
Both girls laughed at your phrasing, Vi briefly resting her forehead against your shoulder before taking another smoke.
“Wow, bitch, such filthy language,” she joked.
Cait took the joint off her. “I agree, Vi. I think this slutty professor needs some correction.” Still holding your chin, she took a deep drag, then shotgunned the smoke into your mouth again. She waited a second whilst your head spun, then tapped your chin. “Bend over the desk.”
“What?” you stumbled as she stepped away, only kept up by Vi’s arm.
“Are you so dumb you need me to repeat myself?”
Your cheeks burst with heat, but so did between your legs. Why did that elicit such a reaction from you?!
Cait noticed, smoking again. “You liked that.”
“No!”
“Don’t lie,” she corrected firmly. “You liked that. You liked me calling you ‘dumb’.”
You blushed as your heart raced, stuttering out, “N-No, I didn’t!”
Vi threaded her hand through the back of your hair, pulling your head back against her shoulder. “Cait already told you not to lie, so fuckin’ listen. You don’t need to feel bad about liking being called ‘dumb’, okay? Doesn’t take away the fact that we’re standing in your office, in the best University in the country. You’re allowed to enjoy being called names during sex. Okay? You understand?” she asked pointedly, making sure you understood.
You closed your eyes. Taking a calming breath, you nodded. “I liked it.”
“You like what?” Cait prompted.
You breathed deeply again. “I liked you calling me ‘dumb’.”
She nodded. “Because you like it when we’re a little mean?”
You nodded back. “Yes.”
She regarded you closely, then smiled. “Good girl.”
Fuck…
Her smile turned into a smirk, recognising the reaction she just got. “Now, be a good little slut and bend over the desk.”
Vi released your hair, and you obeyed, your heart pounding in your chest as you got into position, your front pressed against the wood of your desk. You curled your arms tight against you, as a form of comfort, and they allowed it, thinking it was actually quite sweet. As they stood behind you, looking down at your nervous form, it was easy to forget that you were ten years their senior.
Cait touched the hem of your skirt. “This is coming up,” she announced, giving you a second to prepare yourself. She pulled the tight material up your legs and over your hips, pausing to look at your underwear. “Wow.”
“Are they called ‘granny panties’, Cupcake?” Vi asked, smoking the joint.
“Whatever they are, I hate them,” she sneered. “They’re coming off, too.”
Hooking her thumbs in the sides, she pulled your panties down, throwing them to the side with disdain. “You’re not that old, slut. Wear something nicer from now on.”
You blushed, mortified by their mocking, but you murmured, “Yes, Cait.”
The two girls looked at each other behind you, smirking proudly at just how fast you’d submitted to them.
Cait cupped your right cheek, gently squeezing a few times, before pulling her hand back and landing a smack to the soft flesh. You gritted your teeth and arched your back upwards in discomfort.
Vi pressed her hand in the small of your back. “No, no. Pop that ass for us.”
You whimpered, but curved your back down again, pushing your hips out.
Cait spanked your other cheek, rubbing over the skin. “You’re right, Vi; her ass does move.”
“I’m sorry!”
They paused.
“Why are you sorry?” Cait asked sincerely, giving you another spank.
“My ass moves. It’s not toned, or firm-”
Vi interrupted you. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”
You mewled again.
“We like your ass, okay? We do not give a fuck that it’s ‘not toned’. Your ass is fantastic. Get out of your head.”
“I think we’ll have to help her with that, Vi,” Cait said with faux-seriousness.
“Hmm, I agree, Cupcake. Shall we get started?”
Vi spanked your cheek, followed immediately by Cait in almost the same spot. You whined as they did, but Vi’s hand on your back kept you in position. They took turns raining blows down upon your soft flesh, both of them loving watching your skin gradually darken a few shades.
You moaned, groaned, gasped, and squirmed as they were unrelenting in their strikes. You cried out a few times, but never once asked them to stop. Despite the pain, it felt good, and it was indeed helping you get out of your head.
Vi finished the joint, looking around your office. She spotted a coffee mug with the dregs from an earlier drink still left in it, tossing the stub of the joint in it. “Ready to move on, baby?”
You groaned, your body relaxing and flopping on the desk, your ass burning from their attention.
Cait tapped your hip, helping you roll onto your back. “Scoot up. There you go.”
Laid out on the desk, your bottom half exposed, you sighed in relief as the cool wood pressed against your heated ass.
The blue-haired girl stroked the tops of your thighs with her fingernails, making you shiver. “Top off, darling.”
Vi helped you get out of your cardigan, blouse, and bra, leaving you fully exposed to the both of them. You realised that they were both still fully dressed; the imbalance making your heart race and centre throb.
Cait slipped her hands inside your thighs, encouraging your legs to open. You swallowed thickly, but spread your legs for her. When you thought you’d opened enough, she surprised you by lifting your legs, bending them back toward your chest, opening you up completely to her.
Your face burned red as she looked down there, a smile on her face.
“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.”
“I-I’m sorry I’m not shaved-”
Vi reached out and pinched both your nipples, holding them as she asked, “What did we say earlier?”
You groaned, your back lifting to try and take the pressure off your buds, but Vi just pulled back a bit further. “Ow, ow! Not to apologise!”
“And?”
“And get out of my head!”
Vi released you, leaning over you as you whined. “Did Cait say, ‘you’re pretty except for your hair’?”
“No, Vi.”
“Did she say, ‘you’re pretty, but you’d be prettier without hair’?”
“No, Vi.”
“What did she say?”
Your lip trembled. “She said I’m pretty.”
“So, what do you think that means?”
You sniffled. “That I’m pretty?”
She nodded. “Now say it like it’s not a question.”
Your eyes teared a little. How were these two girls – who up until twenty minutes ago you were sure hated you – being kinder to you and your body than you’d been your whole life?
“I’m pretty.”
“Again.”
“I’m pretty.” A tear leaked out of your eye.
“Again.”
“I’m pretty,” you cried softly.
“Good girl,” Cait cooed, then pressed her tongue to your clit.
You gasped, your torso shooting off the desk, only to be pushed back down by Vi’s hands on your shoulders.
She crouched down behind your head, speaking softly in your ear. “You’ve never had this? Hmmm? Never had anyone lick your pussy?”
You groaned, legs already shaking with the overload of sensation spreading out from your core. Your hands scrambled on the desk, desperate for something to grab but unsure what to do.
“Hold behind your knees, let Cait use her hands,” Vi instructed.
Your shaking hands reached for your legs, taking over for Cait. She slid her hands down the backs of your thighs, briefly tickling you, before resting them on your red cheeks. Using her thumbs, she gently spread open your lower lips, sliding her tongue deep inside you.
You almost screamed from the pleasure. “Gods!”
“That feel good, little slut?” Vi asked, sucking your ear lobe into her mouth.
You shuddered, your pussy clenching around Cait’s tongue as she swirled it around inside you. “Gods, yes! Yes!”
Vi chuckled in your ear, Cait moaning into your wet flesh. She moved one hand up to your clit, starting to rub in circles as she slurped on your hole, not getting enough of your taste on her tongue.
“How-How does it feel so good?” you panted, squeezing your legs as they shook.
“Cait’s an absolute witch with her tongue,” Vi teased, reaching her hands down to your chest, cupping your breasts. “I’ve cried a few times.”
Cait chuckled proudly into your folds, moving her mouth up to your clit to suck your bud.
You cried out loud, whimpering and babbling as you felt the feelings starting to overwhelm you. You felt something building, like a pressure-cooker ready to go off, as if something was going to burst inside of you.
And then it did.
With a hard suck to your clit, your pussy exploded, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You shook and trembled on the desk, your moans filling the room as Cait maintained her rhythm on your throbbing bud, and Vi started tweaking your nipples.
You don’t know how, but your body fell into a second orgasm right off the back of the first, coating Cait’s tongue and mouth with your juices, which she slurped up happily. She held you to her face, never letting up on your clit, even as you cried and squirmed for release.
“Good girl,” Vi praised in your ear, holding your head still by your hair, sucking a mark into your neck. “Fuck, you’re pretty when you cum.”
Cait eventually popped her mouth off your clit. “We should have done this months ago.”
Vi chuckled. “Nah, the little slut needed to get a little desperate. We’ve got time to enjoy her.”
They let you flop back onto the desk, your chest heaving, brow sweaty, breath coming in pants. You stared at the ceiling, almost unaware of anything outside your own body. They watched you in amusement as they undressed, taking a moment to kiss and caress each other, checking back in.
Vi smiled against Cait’s lips. “You enjoying yourself, Cupcake?”
The blue-haired girl smiled back, nodding. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” she kissed her lips, tasting your juices. “Fuck… Let’s fuck this little slut.”
Vi handed Cait her favourite strap, and together they donned their gear: Vi with a hot pink toy, Cait’s navy-blue. Vi took out a second joint, lighting it as it rested between Cait’s lips, smiling as her girlfriend took a long drag, eyes closing at the heady feeling spreading through her.
“Alright, little slut,” Cait called, heading around to your side of the desk. “Are you ready for us to be mean to you?”
You blinked your eyes open, looking up at her as she loomed over you, upside down from your position on the desk. “What?”
“You didn’t think we’d be nice all night, did you?” Vi taunted, standing between your legs as she smoked.
You lifted your head, eyes widening at the pink strap on her hips.
“This is one of the few things you’ve done, right?” she mocked, exhaling smoke toward your face.
Your mouth watered, and you nodded.
“Good. Now flip over, give me that ass, bitch.”
Vi helped you roll over on the desk and move your legs off the end. Now with you bent over the desk, Vi ran the tip of her strap up and down your leaking slit. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, Teach.”
You moaned long and low as she slid inside, your pussy stretching around the toy. She didn’t waste time, immediately pulling her hips back and forth, fucking the toy into you.
“That feel good, baby?” she asked huskily, watching her strap grow wet with your creamy slick.
“Yes, Vi,” you moaned.
“You’re taking it like such a good girl,” she praised.
A hand weaved into your hair, pulling your head up. Your gaze lifted to Cait’s as she stood over you, a dangerous smile on her face.
“You are a good girl, aren’t you?” she teased, slipping her thumb into your mouth. You sighed as you wrapped your lips around her digit, sucking it in time with Vi’s thrusts, your eyes never leaving hers. “We knew you would be, from your very first day.”
“Knew you were a needy little slut,” Vi panted with a laugh, her hands gripping your hips.
You whined at their words, your pussy leaking more around Vi’s strap.
Cait chuckled, angling her own strap towards your mouth. “Come on, darling, put your mouth to use.”
You hesitated for a second. “But… You won’t feel it?”
Vi spanked your ass cheeks. “Don’t answer back.”
Cait moved her hand under your chin. “Do you think I won’t enjoy watching you suck and choke on my cock?”
You flushed. “N-No?”
“Good. Then get to work,” she commanded, nudging your head to her toy.
Obediently opening your mouth, you took the head of her strap between your lips, sliding your head down the length. You didn’t get far – you had only ever used your mouth a twice.
Cait laughed out loud at your efforts. “Oh, wow. That’s disappointing. I really thought you had more than that in you.”
Her mockery made you pout, and you slowly started working more of the toy into your mouth. She praised you as your started to take more and more, but you were still only about two-thirds of the way down before you started to gag.
She hummed. “It’ll do for a start, but we’ll have to work on it.”
“Don’t forget, Cupcake; the old girl’s basically a virgin,” Vi mocked, holding your shoulder as she thrust her strap into you.
You blushed red and whined at their mockery. Not because it was cruel; because it was making you wetter than you’d ever been before. Cait started moving her hips in shallow movements, letting you get used to the rhythm. She pulled your hair out of your face, looking down at your mouth as it stretched around her cock.
“Fuck… Look at me,” she commanded.
You obeyed, lifting your eyes to meet hers, bobbing your head slowly to match her rhythm.
She smirked down at you. “Gods, you look so pretty, with your mouth stuff full of my strap. One day we’ll get it all the way in, won’t we, slut?”
You nodded, your eyes tearing a little as you choked.
“Good girl, choke on it,” Vi encouraged, her hips starting to hammer against you.
You moaned as best you could around Cait’s cock, your pussy already starting to clench around Vi.
The black-haired girl could tell, seeing more of your juices leak out onto her toy. “Gods, you really are a fuckin’ whore. Two girls show you a little attention, and you start creaming like a slut.”
“She’s perfect,” Cait cooed, holding your head still as she moved her hips faster.
Drool started to leak down onto your chin, a spit trail dripping down onto your desk as you kept your eyes on Cait. She noticed your gaze softening, your eyes crossing a little.
“Oh, Vi, we’re fucking her dumb,” she grinned.
“I guess all those years of studying and stuffing her nose in books really don’t count for shit when she’s got two cocks in her,” Vi taunted.
Your orgasm crashed into you out of nowhere. You cried out as your pussy gripped Vi’s strap, pouring your cum over the silicone. The toy in your mouth muffled your moans as Cait maintained her rhythm, fucking your mouth through your climax.
Cait angled your head a little to the side, pushing her strap past your gag reflex and into your throat. You spasmed between them, your pussy contracting again, sobbing from pleasure as you orgasmed again from the invasion, your hands grabbing Cait’s hips.
“Fucking hell, Teach, you really did a number on my cock,” Vi joked, looking down her cum-coated strap and hips. “Coming clit-free and from getting your throat fucked.” She whistled playfully. “Didn’t think it was even possible for someone to be such a slut.”
Cait gently pulled her strap out of your mouth, rubbing your head as you gagged and coughed, catching your breath. She mockingly rubbing her hand over your spit-covered chin, rubbing in the saliva over your cheeks as you whined. “Next lesson, Teach.”
Vi pulled out, taking a step back and easing you up off the wood, your body flopping in her arms.
Cait moved around to the other side of the desk, laying down. She held her hand out. “Climb on, slut.”
“Will it support our weight?” you queried timidly through a hoarse voice, but they both groaned in annoyance.
“Stop thinking, and get on,” Vi supported your hips as she lifted you onto the desk, your knees either side of Cait.
The blue-haired girl angled the strap carefully, resting her other hand on your thigh. “Now, down,” she instructed in a soft breathy voice, grinning up at you as you slowly started to sink down onto the toy.
It started to stretch you unlike before, filling you from the different angle, quickly reaching your end. You mewled at the sheer fullness of the sensation, your eyes rolling back.
“Lean down,” Vi urged, pushing lightly between your shoulders. “That’s it.”
You settled down, pressed against Cait’s front, propped up on your elbows. “What… What happens now?”
“This.”
You heard something squirt, then Vi’s finger slickened with lube touched your back hole.
You jolted sharply, and they had to hold you still. “Whoa! Vi! I’m- I’m not sure-”
Vi spanked your cheek with her clean hand. “Keep that back arched, bitch.”
You whimpered, not wanting to obey, but your body listened first. Your back arched for her, presenting your ass again. “Can we talk-?”
“What’s there to talk about?” Cait asked, directing your chin to look at her. “I’m in your pussy, and Vis going to fuck your ass. What is there to discuss?”
“I just… I’ve never done that-!”
Vi slipped a finger into your ass, delighting in your squeal. “Shhh, shut up. You want someone to hear us?”
They hadn’t seemed to care if someone heard earlier…
Vi slowly pressed her finger inside, moving back and forth with surprising gentleness. When your shoulders relaxed a little, she added a second.
That made you whine. “Ohhh…”
Vi hushed you again. “S’not as big as my cock, baby. You better relax.”
“It feels strange,” you groaned as she turned her fingers a few times, starting to move them back and forth.
“Hold yourself open for her, slut,” Cait instructed, moving your arms back.
“What?” you mumbled, your torso now resting against Cait’s.
“Spread your cheeks for her. Show her how much you want her to fuck your ass.” Cait’s stern tone made you obey.
Whimpering in embarrassment, you reached back and cupped your cheeks, spreading them apart for Vi.
She looked down at you with a pleased grin that only Cait could see. “Well done, bitch. Let’s see if I can get a third finger in you now.”
She slowly started to ease her ring finger in alongside her other two, shushing you when you groaned at the stretch. “Yeah, I know, I know. Stop whining, it’ll fit.”
“It burns,” you whimpered, but still you held your cheeks apart.
Cait slipped her hands between your bodies, cupping your breasts, giving them soft squeezes. You moaned at the sudden touch, your eyes closing as she started tweaking your nipples. “Good girl. You look like such a slut right now, with Vi fingering your ass and you moaning like a whore.”
“Moan for us now, slut.” Vi eased her fingers out of your hole, angling the toy covered with your cum to take their place. “Breathe in… And breathe out.”
As you exhaled, she started pressing inside. You cried out, immediately feeling too full, like it was too much. They both just shushed you; Vi kept pressing forward, Cait continuing to play with your nipples.
Your hands let go of your cheeks, flapping about on the desk as you flailed. “It’s too much!”
Vi grabbed your upper arms, just above your elbows, holding your arms together behind you. “We didn’t say ‘let go’, bitch.” She held both arms in one hand, spanking your ass. “How hard is it to do as you’re fuckin’ told?”
“I’m so full,” you whined pitifully, tears in your eyes.
“Yes, you are,” Cait agreed happily. “If only we’d brought a third toy; I could fuck your mouth with that at the same time, then you’d be completely stuffed. These,” she slid two fingers into your mouth, “Will have to do.”
Vi smirked, “Until next time.”
“Oh, I can’t wait for next time,” Cait agreed, twisting one of your nipples.
Your head spun with the sensations overtaking your body, making you whimper at the assault on your senses. Cait started rocking her hips under you, sliding the strap stretching your pussy deeper inside you. Vi bottomed out in your ass, her hips pressed against your ass cheeks, making you cry around Cait’s fingers.
How could anything get so deep inside you… and feel this good?
Cait looked down between your bodies, grinning smugly at your juices dripping down onto her strap. “Oh, you’re loving this, aren’t you? You filthy little whore. You really couldn’t wait to get fucked by your two students, could you?”
“How long have you wanted us, Teach?” Vi taunted, leaning down and nipping your ear lobe. “Hmmm? A week, a month? Since the first class, when you tried to tell us off?”
Cait laughed, adding a third finger to your mouth. “She was so adorable when she did that. Actually thinking we’d be intimidated and behave. How can anyone be intimidated by such a pathetic little slut?” she mocked, wiggling your head side to side by her grip on your jaw.
You whimpered and sobbed at their mockery, your pussy leaking more around Cait’s toy as they fucked you.
Vi gently lowered you back down onto Cait, moving your hands back. “Be a good girl now,” she guided your hands back to your ass cheeks. “You know what to do.”
You choked as Cait nudged her fingers deeper into your mouth, but held your cheeks apart again for Vi. A low moan started escaping your throat as the black-haired girl started rocking her hips faster against you, dragging her strap in and out of your ass. Between the two cocks in your holes and Cait’s free hand tormenting your nipples, you all knew it was only a matter of time before you came again.
“I wonder if she’ll cum clit-free again,” Vi commented to Cait, her hands sliding up and down your sides, taking in your curves as you kept your back arched.
“Oh, she’s such a whore, I don’t think she’ll have a problem with that.”
You sobbed pathetically between them, knowing they were right. You could never have imagined yourself in such a position, and yet somehow you already hoped you could do it for the rest of your life.
They rocked you between them for only a few more minutes before you were crying out another orgasm, both your holes clamping down on the straps inside you, moans and cries spilling from your mouth.
“There she goes,” Cait cooed, finally withdrawing her fingers from your mouth, wiping your saliva over your face, completely ruining your already smeared makeup.
When you came down from your high, they both withdrew their straps, laying you down on the desk next to Cait. You watched through exhausted eyes as they slipped off the straps and started frantically rubbing each other’s clits. They panted against each other’s mouths, kissing messily, until Vi cried out first. Cait followed on a few seconds later, their hips rocking against the other’s hand as they achieved their ends.
Vi sucked her fingers clean of Cait’s juices, picking up the half-smoked joint that had gone out. “Fuck,” she laughed, still a little high as she relit the end. After taking a drag, she handed it to Cait. The taller girl took a long hit, then leant down over you, slowly and sensually blowing the smoke into your open and waiting mouth.
Vi took the blunt back, then seemed to remember something. “Oh, Prof, I meant to tell you,” she started, resting the cigarette between her lips as she rummaged through her backpack, “I found this under the hood of your car.” She placed a chuck of metal with tubes sticking out of it on your desk next to your head.
You blinked as you looked at it. Then it clicked. “You broke my car?!”
She just chuckled, placing the roll against your lips until you took your first direct hit. “Aren’t you glad I did? Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.” She took the last hit for herself, tossing the end into your mug. “Great night, Teach. Same time tomorrow?”
You blushed. “Round two?”
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