ꜱᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢɪᴄ ꜱɴᴏᴏᴘɪɴɢ
𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗖𝗶𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
1453𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀
You were hired as an office assistant for Godolkin University and got curious about the mysterious new Dean. You get caught sticking your nose where you probably shouldn't have.
heavy smut w/ very little plot
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𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬
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"I do not believe these are for your eyes."
Manila folders drop like boulders from your fingertips back into the drawer. You stumble back into The Dean. You feel shivers run down your back.
"I thought they were the files you requested… earlier? I must've been mistaken." Your muscles tighten as your boss, Dean Cipher, reaches an arm past you to close the file cabinet.
"That's so interesting, because I could've sworn I told you that I don't want you, or…" He lifts up your badge with large, red, human labeling to your eye level. "Anyone like you… behind my desk."
You whip around to face him, "I apologize, sir. It won't happen again, I promise."
He glares down at you, "If you feel so inclined to my secrets, I am keen on knowing yours."
"What do you mean?"
The Dean takes a step back, "Strip."
"Excuse me?" You felt rocks in your stomach.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
"Please, sir, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just trying to-"
"Snooping in other people's business and not expecting any retaliation? You must have quite the ego. Needs some tampering down, wouldn't you say?"
You pause, weighing your options.
"What if I don't?"
"I think we both know that's not a route you're taking," Cipher purred at you. Shame brings a deep flush to your face. You have never heard Cipher speak like this.
Your eyes shoot past Cipher to the door; you could easily just walk right out, no problem. Instead of your feet moving, you find that your hands had already begun unbuttoning and unzipping, right before your boss's dark, unbreaking gaze. Taking off your human badge, a hand stops you, "Keep it."
"Why-"
"It suits you. Now, onto the desk." He points.
You feel your insides clench, flushing with a guilty buzz all throughout your body. Walking to the desk, you hop up to sit on it, shyly covering your chest.
"Hands and knees, up, up, pet."
"R-really?" Your voice squeaks.
"Yes, now." He sighs.
You swallow hard and switch positions. Your hands flat on the desk, your knees pressed together on the table. Then, something thin and metal presses between your thighs, "Spread them."
"Sir, I didn't exactly prepare for this. Are you sure you want-"
"This isn't for you, this is for me, now spread." The metal rod coldly slides along your legs.
You take a shuddering exhale before shuffling your legs apart, fully exposing yourself. He could see all of you. Cipher softly hums to himself as he slowly walks around his desk, dragging his metal pointing stick along the way. He looks at you like a piece of meat, like he could devour you whole, any second.
Finally coming around to your front, his bulging trousers ahead of you. You quickly look away, embarrassed by being this submissive… This passive.
You snap out of your daze when he yanks your lanyard, making you look into his eyes, "Go on."
He pulls the badge closer, your face now pressing into his cock. You can smell a warm musk from his pants, which makes your mouth salivate.
"You need to fix that dirty oral fixation you have. I see you on your multiple smoke breaks a day. Really, I should be docking hours of your pay at this point."
"Please, I-"
"So make it up to me." Your lips press against his dick, and you feel your tongue instinctively roll to the front of your mouth. Drool began to pool in your mouth, "Be of use," he coos at you.
Thick fingers snake into your mouth and pull your jaw open. You look up at him in the eyes. "Be a good dirty little hole for me, won't you?"
You nuzzle your face into his pants, huffing his scent. He was so warm, and it felt thick. Peppering his crotch with kisses, you can feel your brain begin to turn off. He groans and rakes his hands through your hair, pushing you into himself, groaning, rubbing.
You lay your tongue flat against his buidge, licking up, looking at him, making sure to leave a big wet stain. The Dean softly laughs to himself before pulling away, walking back behind you.
Your cheeks apart, you can feel his eyes examining you deeply. "Throwing your life away to work for a supe…"
Using two fingers, the Dean slips between your lips and softly spreads them apart. You can feel your pre-cum string and drip across his hand. Then, a belt jingles, unbuckling behind you. You feel yourself ache. "Already trying to suck me in, desperate little thing. Clenching around nothing…" His words poured liquid heat into your stomach.
"Ah-hah… You stupid cunt," Cipher pushes into you, immediately a sense of weight from his cock. A delicious feeling of fullness washed over you.
"I bet you like getting used like this, finally having a use feels good, huh? Such a perfect fit on me, you make for a nice little cocksleeve." He slams your head into the desk, pressing deeper.
"Gonna fucking pump you so full, leave you like a used toy. I bet you'd come back for more, wouldn't you?" Hitting your cervix, you start to see flashes of white, and your pussy begins spasming on his dick.
Then a soft pang of worry hit you. Slurring, you tumble out, "Y-you can-n't cum insi-ide, uhf."
"Mmm, toys don't get opinions, I'm gonna keep going till I see you fucking swell." Your breath hitches as he continues, "Maybe that's your use here…"
You go to push yourself up and are quickly slammed back down into the desk, Cipher's hands tightly wound through your hair. After he feels you settle again, calloused hands grab both of your arms behind you, pinning them together.
"Yeah, you could clock in, come in here…" He begins to pull you by your arms back onto him. Your whole upper body rises as you're pushed back further onto him. "Make you worship my cock…" Cipher has you completely pinned. Your legs are on either side of him. "Ruin each of your holes as I please, yeah?"
"Yes, please…" you softly smile, thinking about it. His hot breath on your shoulder, you feel him lean into your ear to whisper, "I'm gonna fuck you like the filthy little hole you are and nothing more."
"Y-yes, sir." His dick pulses inside of you. He lets go of your arms and grasps your love handles. You feel a firm squeeze on your hips before being pumped into again. You start panting a bit; your whole body is so warm, every sensation sending buzzing currents through you. Softly, one of his hands reaches forward to grab a bit of your stomach, squeezing, "Fuck, you're so good, so perfect to fill up," he groans.
You smile, and a sense of pride in your chest starts to bloom. You can hear Cipher's breathing get heavier. He starts to thrust harder, and you can hear him slapping against you. It's so wet and loud and messy, you feel like a degenerate, you've never been more turned on. Grunts and huffs fill your ears.
Cipher suddenly stops, then, with another grunt, he fully wraps his arms around you, tight, bending you forward again. He shifts, adjusting you onto his cock for a few seconds before tightening his arms again. He buries himself deep into you. Desperately, he bucks into you. His balls messily slap against your clit. Your eyes begin to tear up. Desperately, you squeeze him tighter. You begin to beg, "Please.."
He huffs, "Please, what?"
His pace slows, and you panic, "P-please use me, please, I promise I'll- AH-" He slams you back onto his dick; your whole uterus feels so hot and even more so, empty.
"Mhm, continue…"
"Ill, hah, be a good hole, you… You could use me any time." You buck back into him desperately.
"Anytime, huh?"
"Yes, just- mmf, keep filling me, please, I'll be a good human toy for you, please." Desperately, you tighten up again, trying to milk anything you can out of him. You needed something, anything.
Cipher claws his fingers into your hips and begins thrusting into you again, stretching and pushing you toward the edge.
"Hah-h, fuck-" you feel his tip bury into you, pulsating, dumping all of himself at your cervix. You whine, dissolving into your climax, relaxing into your own body. Cipher continues to softly hump into you, whispering, "Good, so fucking good…"
He softly kisses down your spine, slowly making his way down before popping his cock out of you. You feel your ass cheeks spread, cum leaking out onto the Dean’s desk.
"Glad we could come to an agreement."
authors note:
last update: 09/20
fixed grammatical errors and reformatted some sentences <3 btw, where are all of the dean cipher fics??? we are in a DROUGHT over here, lmao
pls send them over <3
ao3 or tumblr fics would be much appreciated!