Want It
A/N: Don't look at me. This spilled out of me. This takes place before the movie, even before Annie. Not beta'd.
Rating: E (18+ ONLY)
Word Count: 3,913
Pairing: Dark!Ethan Campbell x Student F! Reader (she is 18)
Plot: Your dream of confessing your feelings to your tutor turns out to be a nightmare.
WARNINGS: non-con/rape, dubcon/coercion, obsession/stalker vibes, age gap, power dynamics/imbalance, mindfuck/gaslighting, blackmail, assault, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, praising, creampie, non-consensual photos, restraint, faceslapping, unprotected PiV, oral sex (F receiving)
DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT
GIF by @giveintogarrett
Today's the day. You can't wait to tell your tutor the great news and while on the way home from school, you were so nervous and excited. You also decided today is the day you're going to confess your feelings for him since it's your last session. Knowing that the house would be empty during this time, you took advantage of the opportunity. After checking yourself in the mirror, you head downstairs to the sitting room where he's looking through his notes.
"Hi, Ethan. Sorry, just had to freshen up a bit," you apologize as you walk over to him with an extra pep in your step.
"It's no problem," he smiles politely.
You sit down next to him and he scoots over to accommodate you.
"So how was school?" he asks, shifting his attention to you.
"It was great," you smile at him.
"Oh, yeah?" he starts, adjusting his glasses and looking at you expectantly. "So...?"
You both stare at each other for a few moments until you finally break the suspense lingering.
"I passed! I'm graduating!" You squeal in excitement, bouncing in your seat.
"That's amazing!" Ethan reacts with equal excitement. "Congratulations!"
His arms spread wide open as he stands up and you do the same, stepping into his space and wrapping your arms around his torso for a full body hug. You hold him a bit tighter and longer, smelling his chest.
"I knew you could do it, kiddo."
With your arms still around him, you pull back to look up at him. He curiously tilts his head looking back at you.
"What is it?" he asks, a bit concerned.
"There's... there's also something else I want to tell you."
"Okay," he nods, releasing you. "Is everything okay?"
"Y-yeah, of course," you sputter, letting your arms fall to the side and shifting your weight from one leg to the other. "Um..."
You look down at your loafers trying to conjure up the courage to tell him.
"You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't judge you," he says.
You look up at his sincere and comforting face and flash him a tight-lipped smile. Glancing behind you, you shuffle over back to the couch to sit down and Ethan follows. With his hands folded on his lap, he waits patiently. You take a deep breath and sit up straight, puffing out your chest.
"Ethan, I like you," you finally tell him, letting out a breath of relief, but you hold your breath again when he doesn't respond.
He looks back at you with a blank expression and slight tilt to the head.
"Well, I like you too, kiddo. You're one of my best students," he says casually, relaxing into the couch.
You try to read his face and body language and realize he misunderstood you.
"N-no, I mean... like like."
Ethan stiffens.
"I've always thought you were so cute and handsome and kind and sweet. You always listen and know the right things to say," you smile, and turn your face away suddenly feeling shy.
You've had a crush on him since you first met him in the beginning of the school year. He's older than you. Not in an “old enough to be your father” kind of way, but his beard, brow rim glasses and slicked back hair makes him appear older than he is, which you prefer. He's so attentive to you and makes you feel special. Biting your lower lip, you gaze up at him from under your lashes. Ethan adjusts himself on the couch and clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. You frown when he doesn't react in a way you had hoped.
"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable--" you start to apologize.
"N-no!" Ethan cuts in. "I just... wasn't expecting this."
Feeling brave, you scoot closer to him and cautiously put your hand on his knee. He looks down at your hand and then back up at your face.
"You're not like the boys at school, not like Ben. You know how to treat a lady."
His attention shifts back down to your hand when it slowly slides up his thigh.
"Ben? Your boyfriend?" Ethan asks.
"Ex," you shake your head and continue to inch higher, but he doesn't budge.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm overstepping." Feeling dejected, you pull your hand away and stand up to walk away.
"Wait!"
You feel Ethan's long, thick fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back down. You look back at him and notice a flicker in his eyes.
"I have a confession too," he starts and you give him your undivided attention. "I like you too," he flashes a warm smile. "Like like."
Your face lights up and you give him a smile so wide, it hurts your face.
"I think you're cute too," he compliments. "You're smart, always so eager and excited to learn. You have this bubbly personality with this infectious laugh, yet also so adorably shy and innocent."
He scoots closer to you and your heart beats faster. He brings a hand up and caresses your cheek with his thumb. Your face gets hot at his touch and you look away again.
"I'm not that innocent." You look back at him coyly, now knowing the feelings are mutual.
Ethan is caught off guard when you climb onto his lap, straddling him and then pressing your lips over his. He freezes up for a moment but then you feel him kissing you back. You smile against his lips and deepen it. His muscles relax as he continues to make out with you. You flinch when you feel Ethan's hand grabbing your ass under your skirt so with your hands, you move his to your waist without breaking contact. His hands wander again and you shift uncomfortably on his lap, but then you feel him slide his hand to your front under your skirt and you flinch again.
"Wait, Ethan, s-slow down," you breathe out and then put your hands on his chest to try to put a little distance between you two, but he pushes you down onto the couch and smashes his mouth against yours.
His hand reaches between your legs again and you try to push his hand away.
"Ethan-" you let out a nervous chuckle and try to squirm away, but he follows you.
“Don’t be shy,” he tells you, reaching under your skirt again.
“Okay, Ethan, stop.” You push away from him again, more firmly this time, but he pins your hands above your head and your body against the couch, feeling his erection poking you.
"Stop being a fucking tease," Ethan growls, hovering his face above yours.
You freeze, staring back up at him, shocked at his aggression.
"Don't be all coy now. You think I don't notice when you purposely crossing and uncrossing your legs, flashing me your panties, showing what you're wearing underneath your rolled up uniform skirt?" With one large hand holding down your wrists, the other hand caresses the top of your thigh under your skirt.
"Or how about dropping something in front of me and bending over so I can see your ass and the outline of your pussy lips under that tight thong? Hm?"
You don't respond. You simply look away, dodging his uncomfortable gaze when he leans into you but his face follows yours, forcing you to acknowledge him.
"Just the other day, you tripped and fell on my lap."
"T-that was an accident," you quickly explain.
"Yeah, sure it was," he jabs. "Was it also an accident when you rubbed your ass against my crotch?"
"I-I was trying to get off of you. I was in an awkward position--"
You stiffen and your thighs clamp together tight when you feel his hand forcing his way up until his fingertips brush against the front of your underwear.
"Fuck, are you wet already?" he asks, impressed.
Your body is still tense and he senses it.
"Don't be nervous. I promise to be gentle," he assures you, planting a tender kiss on your cheek.
You feel his fingers start rubbing you and you buckle your knees when he runs them over your clit.
"You like how that feels?" he asks, drawing lazy circles around your clit, making your hips twitch.
You're conflicted. You did want to go all the way with Ethan, but after seeing this side of him, you're not so sure anymore. You have dreamt about this day many many times, but this is not how you ever imagined it.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I know you're enjoying this. Why else would your panties be so soaked?" he says as he continues to tease you. "You're right about not being so innocent."
"I-I'm a virgin," you quickly throw out, hoping maybe he'll ease up.
"Don't fucking lie to me," he spits out and you recoil. "I know you're not a virgin. I saw you and that boy - was that Ben? - in your bedroom on your 18th birthday party, which frankly, I wasn't sure why I was even invited in the first place but now I know. I don't know if you purposely left the door ajar or you were careless, but I saw you bent over on your bed getting fucked so hard and..." A guttural noise emits from his throat. "I'll admit, I got so jealous, but since then, every night I've jerked off to you, imagining how tight and soft your pussy probably feels."
You swallow hard as you stare back at him in complete fear. You're hoping someone comes home soon, but you know it wouldn't be for at least another hour and unfortunately, Ethan probably does too. He knows the schedule and it's been consistent for the last ten months.
"I bet your mouth is soft too," he adds, his gaze landing on your mouth. You gasp when he uses his knee to shove your leg apart and then cups your pussy, rubbing you harder through your underwear.
"Gosh, you're just getting wetter by the minute," he says. "I wanna taste you."
Ethan releases your wrists and as he moves down your body, you scramble away, but he quickly grabs your ankle and pulls you back in under his body and holds you down.
"The more you resist, the more rough I'll have to get. It's up to you how you want it. It makes no difference to me, but I do have to admit that the struggling makes it a little more fun," he smirks. "You're a good girl, right?"
"P-please don't hurt me," you plead.
"Shh, shh, no, I'm not gonna hurt you," he consoles you, nudging his nose against your temple, placing butterfly kisses on your face. "I promise you're gonna like it. Now stay put or I'm gonna have to restrain you."
You stay still as he makes his way down your body again. You look away when he lifts up your pleated skirt. He grabs each side of your soaked thong and peels it off of you, then down over your hips and legs.
"Well, look at that. No fuzz at all. Did you shave your pussy just for me?" he looks up at you, flattered. "Or are you always this pretty?"
You ignore his questions and focus on something, anything in the room to distract you as he spreads your thighs, your knee high socks and shoes dangling on each side of his shoulders. Your body betrays you when you let out a moan, feeling his mouth on you. His tongue expertly plays with your folds and alternately darts the tip inside you. Your hips buck when he starts sucking on your clit. You look down between your legs and make eye contact with Ethan. His darkened eyes frighten you. His whole mouth is latched on to you and his beard tickles your smooth lips and inner thighs.
"You taste so sweet," he says. "Just like you."
He plants a kiss on your pussy and then slides his middle finger inside you. You squirm but he lays his forearm across your hips to hold you down and insert a second finger. He pumps them in and out of you and goes back to using his mouth, lapping at your juices. His fingers dig deep, stroking you in places that are turning you on more, especially with the combination of the pressure of his soft tongue on your sensitive clit. You look away again and try to think about something else, something to block out what's being done to you, but you can't ignore the warm coil in your belly. You were told to always trust your gut but the knots you're feeling are a combination of fear and arousal and you don't know what to make of it.
Your back arches off the couch when you feel your g-spot getting stroked and the coil quickly tightening.
"Ethan!" You look down at him. "S-stop!"
But he ignores you and continues to jam his fingers into you while licking your clit, watching you thrash about. You reach down and shove his face away as you wiggle back. He adjusts his glasses as he looks back at you. Bracing yourself, expecting him to blow up on you, but instead you're met with a wide smile.
"So you're gonna make me work for it, huh?"
You both stare at each other for a few beats, unmoved, watching to see who will make the next move. Taking your chances, you suddenly leap off the couch and head for an escape, but Ethan quickly launches himself at you and you barely take three steps.
"Ah ah! Where do you think you're going?"
Ethan hooks his arms around your torso, lifting you up as you kick and scream.
"You like the teasing and the chase, don't you?" He grunts into your ear. "Just like a slut!"
He throws you back down on the couch and straddles your hips.
"You feel this?" He grabs your hand and places it over his crotch where you can feel his erection.
You try to pull your hand back but he grips you tighter, forcing you to touch him.
"You did this. And every time you fighter back harder, it just makes me want to fuck you even more. So you're only doing this to yourself, sweetheart. You wanted this," he states.
Your chin starts trembling as a tear leaks out from the corner of your eye.
"Shh, no, don't cry. I promise I'm gonna take care of you."
He reaches down to caress your face, wiping the tears away. You slap his hand away and try to hit him, but he pushes your wrists away and then backhands you across the face.
"Look what you made me do!" His jaw twitches. "I don't want to hurt you, okay? But you're leaving me no choice."
He forcefully turns you over and you cry out when he yanks your arms behind your back. While holding your wrists together with one hand, the other starts undoing his belt. When he successfully gets it off, he binds you with it. He then positions you on your belly and pulls your hips back so you're on your knees with your ass up and face down.
"Would you look at that?" he says in awe.
You cringe when he lets out a groan of pleasure. You hear him moving behind you and your eyes get wide hearing a zipper.
"You don't have to do this," you tell him.
"Oh, yes I do. You wanted this."
"No!" you cry out when he shoves himself inside you.
He hisses as he takes a moment to get used to you.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits.
He starts thrusting in and out of you, going faster and harder with each stroke.
"God, you feel so fucking good. This is better than I imagined."
"It hurts!" you cry out.
"Relax, sweetheart. If you relax, it won't hurt," he tells you.
"Please..." you beg. "Ow!"
He moans as he pounds into you from behind, holding your bound arms for leverage. Your skirt bounces, flashing the curve of your ass with every push. You feel the uncomfortable pressure of his cock against your cervix each time he goes in, but the sensation starts to evolve to pleasure with each stroke. Your hips stutter when Ethan's fingertips start playing with your clit again.
"You're so. fucking. wet!" He punctuates each word with a deep thrust and that warm coil returns, making you rock your hips back a little.
You're now confused at how your body is reacting because it doesn't align with how you're feeling right now. Each time he pushes in, you feel so delightfully full and crave more, but at the same time, you feel so disgusted and terrified. Maybe he's right. Maybe you do want this and did ask for it. You were the one who initiated this whole thing after all. You baited him, teased him, even climbed onto his lap like a desperate whore. And you're enjoying every second of it. Why else would his cock feel so good inside of you? Why else would you feel an orgasm building?
You arch your back a little more, stick your ass out a little higher, spread yourself a little wider for him. Feeling your body relax under his hands, he kneads your hips.
"That's it, take it like a good girl. You know you love it. You've been wanting this for so long."
You flinch when he spanks your hip.
"Get on your back," he commands after pulling out. He grips your upper arms to turn you over.
"You're hurting me!" you tell him, feeling his fingers digging so firmly into your arm, you're sure it'll leave bruises.
"Then do what you're told," he snarls.
You try to throw your weight to get on your back while he helps. The buckle from the belt binding your wrists together digs into your back and you squirm to try to get into a more comfortable position. You look up at him with a tear-stained face.
"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone--" you plead with him again.
"No, you're not because if you do, I'm going to release the pictures I have of you and Ben fucking," he threatens.
"W-what?" Your face drops.
"Yeah, on your knees, sucking dick. Spread out, getting ate out," he tells you as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. "Have you in so many positions."
A new dread forms in you..
"You'll be the slut who seduced her tutor. Saying you had it coming, that you asked for it. I mean well, you did. You came on to me first," he points out.
"And I really don't want to have to share your pretty pussy with the world." He reaches his hands inside your bra and cups both breasts, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over your nipples. "I wanna be the only one to jerk off to those pictures."
"Why are you doing this to me?" Tears stream down your face as you sob.
"What do you mean?" he asks, confused. "You asked for this," he repeats.
"No, I didn't," you shake your head as you continue to cry.
"Fuck, your tits are so soft." Ignoring your protest, he leans down and pops one of your nipples into his mouth.
The sensation shoots down your body, below your waist. You try to shimmy to get away from him, but with your arms tied behind you and his weight on you, you're limited. He moves on to your other nipple and swirls his tongue around it. You feel a throbbing between your legs.
Ethan finally pulls back and grasps his heavy cock in his hand to guide it to your pussy. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and teases your slick lips and clit with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down. Your hips jerk.
Finally he pushes himself into you, filling you up to the hilt. He moans and you gasp. He then pushes your knees up to your chest and starts pumping into you with short and shallow strokes. You yelp when he drives into you hard and fast.
"Shhhh...." He clamps his hand over your mouth and you scream into it while he slams himself into you over and over again, causing the buckle to dig deeper into your back.
"Shh, it's almost over,” he comforts you.
More tears stream down your face.
“You like that don't you?" Ethan pants, his breathing getting labored. "You like getting fucked by a man?"
You do, right? Afterall, it’s what you wanted, right? At this point, you don’t fight it anymore and just let him have his way with you. Like he said, it’s almost over. You might as well try to enjoy it.
His pacing picks up, his hips pistoning against yours so hard, his glasses start sliding down his nose. You feel that coil in your gut close to snapping. A few more thrusts and your eyes roll back. You moan into his hand and your hips thrash as you cum all over him.
“There you go,” Ethan praises. “Fuck, you’re so slippery. I can feel you cumming on my cock. I’m gonna cum too.”
With all his might, he drives into you until he empties himself inside you. You can feel him pulsating inside you as he presses the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream but his hand is still silencing you. He finally releases your mouth and pulls out of you.
“You got what you wanted. Can you please let me go? I promise I won’t tell anyone,” you ramble.
“One more thing,” he says. “Don’t move.”
With a relaxed smile, he leans in to give you a tender kiss but you flinch and turn your face away so he misses and catches the corner of your lips instead. You notice his expression subtly hardens for a flash of a moment and then he pulls back, tucking himself back in before digging through his bag. He pulls out his camera and aims it at you.
Feeling vulnerable, you close your legs and turn your face away from the camera, but Ethan forces your legs open.
“You don’t have to smile for me, but I wanna see your pussy with my cum dripping out of you,” he clarifies, groaning as it leaks out of you.
You’re tired and worn down. What’s another photo?
He snaps away, taking various angles of you in your state. When he’s satisfied, he helps you up and releases your wrists.
“I’m sorry for hitting you,” he apologizes as he examines your face.
You recoil from his touch and move away from him as you fix yourself to cover yourself and look presentable again.
“I can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he says so casually like he’s talking about the weather.
“There won’t be a next time,” you warn him.
“Your parents agreed that you could use some college prep work before your first semester starts,” he explains. “I was already just excited to prepare you for success before I knew how you felt about me. And now? I look forward to spending time with you even more.”
Ethan affectionately touches your cheek, but you don’t flinch. Instead, you stare into the nothingness as you process this new information.
“So, are you ready to get started on that, kiddo?”
