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Rite of Passage

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader x Ransom Drysdale & Andy Barber Word Count: 7,539 Summary: You were living your dream as a Teaching Assistant, completely clueless that your university harbored a sinful and twisted secret–a rite of passage for which you were the perfect prey. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Soft!dark elements. Professor!Ari. Frat brothers!Ransom & Andy. Slight age difference (but it’s not specified either way). Inappropriate mentor/student dynamic. Sexually predatory secret society initiation. Drugging. Non con and dub con. MFMM. Oral sex (f & m receiving). Slight cum play. Forced exhibitionism. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Light degradation. Praise kink if you squint. Possessiveness. Soft!Domming. Allusions to non con anal play/rimming. Memory loss.

A/N: For our Hoevember finale, I am ecstatic to share this dose of sin with you. It has been a loooong time coming, as in this is yet another story that I started writing like four years ago lolll. I’m so relieved this event gave me the chance to wrap up so many WIPs that were haunting me. Enjoy!

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You were, perhaps, the biggest nerd in existence.

The way you were genuinely–and literally–all aflutter and damn near euphoric after completing your very first lecture as a university Teaching Assistant would have been kind of pathetic if you weren’t so freakin’ happy and proud of yourself right now.

You were basically floating on air as you wiped your instructional notes from the dry erase board at the front of the empty lecture hall before turning to the instructor’s desk to pack up your things.

Your things. On the instructor’s desk. Because today, you had been the instructor. And a pretty good one you thought.

Your grin was so big, it nearly hurt, and that’s how Ari found you as he appeared in the doorway of the room, his lips curled into a smile as he leaned against the door jamb. “You did really well, sweetheart, I’m proud of you.”

It was instant–the way your face warmed at Ari’s praise. And God, you really needed to get over your crush on this man. He was your mentor! Your colleague! Your former professor!

You were being so unprofessional.

And yet, you couldn’t help it as your eyes lingered on him. As usual, he looked so good and well put together in his tan corduroy pants and black sweater. “Handsome” wasn’t a word that did Ari Levinson justice, but you tried your best to shove down those thoughts about the beefy academic who looked more like a walking wet dream.

“Thanks!” you chirped, finally responding to him. “Also! Hey! Were you creeping on my lecture?”

“Of course,” Ari’s grin was easy as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I wouldn’t be a very good mentor if I didn’t evaluate your performance.”

You were totally imagining the husk to Ari’s voice as he said those last couple of words, you told yourself, avoiding his gaze as you hitched your bag onto your shoulder before turning toward the doorway.

“I didn’t even notice you,” you admitted sheepishly.

“Ouch,” Ari feigned pain as he gripped his chest before a fond grin stole across his beardy features. “I’m not surprised, you were very focused, as all good teachers should be.”

“I felt a little shaky at first, but I got more confident as I went. It helps that I could literally geek out over literature for hours and hours!”

Ari’s eyes softened, and you swore they were so warm as they watched you, but then again, your crush could be playing tricks on you. Ari Levinson was warm in general, with everyone, you certainly weren’t special.

Get it together.

“It comes across when you teach–your passion,” he murmured. “It’s what keeps the students engaged.”

“Not all of them though,” you frowned as you readjusted your bag. “Some were on their phones. One was even asleep, I think.”

“Drysdale,” Ari confirmed, rolling his eyes. “He’s a punk, don’t let him get to you. Besides, assigning his final grade will be a good dose of revenge.”

A surprised laugh escaped you. “That doesn’t sound very scholarly, Professor.”

“How many times do I need to tell you to call me Ari?” He chided.

Warmth renewed in your face as your eyes flickered away, down to your feet, as you corrected yourself with a soft, “Sorry…Ari.”

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you–not quite awkward so much as weirdly charged–and when you peeked back up at Ari from beneath your lashes, it was to find him watching you with this intense look that you couldn’t decipher.

But it sure had your body all sorts of aware.

“Come on,” Ari said, smiling again as he gestured toward the hallway. “Let me treat you to lunch to celebrate this milestone.”

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to, and I won’t take no for an answer,” Ari gave you a stern tone and look combo that had you fluttering again, but in a very different way than before.

So you didn’t argue further, but you did try to stifle your big, dopey smile–and the dreamy sigh to go along with it–as Ari stepped back and ushered you out of the room, his warm hand hovering over the small of your back for a beat too long before he led you to the dining hall.

A long, awkward silence met your question, and you frowned as you glanced up from the textbook.

Ransom Drysdale sat across from you at the small table in Ari’s office that you were allowed to use for office hours when the professor himself wasn’t occupying it, like now.

The undergrad lounged in his chair like a king sprawled on his throne, looking larger than he actually was given the small space and close proximity. His light brown hair was stylishly mussed, his sweater and jeans combo probably worth more than your entire wardrobe, and there was just old money coming off of him in waves.

Which wasn’t surprising given who he was–a Thrombey.

But you couldn’t let that intimidate you, no matter how much of a fan you were of his grandfather, author Harlan Thrombey, and had been for years now.

“Ransom,” you sighed. “Have you absorbed anything I’ve said?”

He smirked at you, his blue eyes fixed on your lips and lingering for a long, uncomfortable moment before he met your gaze. “Sorry, you’re…distracting. How old are you, anyway? You don’t look much older than me.”

Once again, Ransom’s gaze dipped from yours, his eyes crawling over you and somehow making you feel underdressed despite wearing layers due to the colder weather.

“Well, I am,” you replied flatly as not to encourage his inappropriate behavior. Dropping your gaze back to the book in front of you, you refocused. “And it doesn’t matter anyway. Let’s go over this last section, and then you should be well prepared for Friday’s exam.”

“Sure,” Ransom drawled, folding his arms atop the table and leaning across it–closer to you. “Whatever you say, teach.”

You resisted the urge to recoil, taking a shaky breath and clearing your throat before you started to recite your notes on the next part of the text.

The entire time you spoke and tried to focus on the page before you, you could feel Ransom’s gaze burning into you, and you just couldn’t shake the sense that he wasn’t actually paying attention to what you were saying, but just to you, in general.

And for some reason, it made your skin crawl.

Ransom grinned as he sauntered out of Professor Levinson’s office.

He hadn’t really needed the tutoring session, but fuck if he wasn’t going to take advantage of having some one-on-one time with you.

You were so fucking nerdy and flustered–and looked like that–and Ransom was going to fucking annihilate you.

The entire time you were talking about that boring ass read, all he was thinking about was bending you over Levinson’s desk and fucking you until you cried.

Humming at that mental image, Ransom turned the corner and nearly collided with someone else.

Dark hair sticking out from a worn baseball cap, pale face shadowed with a beard, and a Delta Iota Kappa hoodie similar to the ones that were part of Ransom’s own wardrobe, since he himself was in the fraternity, too.

“What are you up to?” Andy Barber asked without preamble.

Ransom scoffed at his frat brother’s suspicious look. “God, you’re paranoid,” he laughed before side stepping Andy to continue on his way.

“You never do office hours,” Andy needled, turning to fall into step with Ransom.

Instead of responding, Ransom just smirked.

“A TA, really?” Andy huffed, readjusting his backpack. It was as worn as the rest of him and was like a neon sign over his head announcing scholarship student. “You’ll never bag her.”

“Of course I will,” Ransom’s grin was wicked. “I have a plan. Besides, you know if they’re older, we get more points, and she’s faculty. I’m gonna break the current record with her and earn my signet ring before the end of the semester. She’s so fucking sweet and shy, I just know she’s gonna have the tightest pussy.”

“Hey,” Andy grabbed Ransom’s arm, pulling him to a stop. “You better not bring any blowback on the fraternity. You know the rules–”

Ransom yanked his arm from Andy’s grip, giving him a dirty look. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, go lecture someone else. I swear, you’re the wet blanket of Delta Iota Kappa.”

“No, I just understand the need for discretion, which is as much a part of this tradition as the actual rite of passage.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re so tightly wound all the time,” Ransom scoffed. “I think you need to focus on your own initiation and get laid to blow off some steam.”

Andy’s frown deepened into a scowl, a faint rosiness lighting his cheeks and making Ransom snicker.

“You do realize that devotion, integrity, and kinship are just our bullshit public image cornerstones, right?”

Andy opened his mouth to retort, but Ransom held up his hand as he spoke again.

“I don’t care. I’ve got bigger fish to fry than you, Barber.” Still smirking, Ransom gave Andy a sloppy salute. “Potestas per victoriam (power through conquest),” he winked before turning to saunter away.

You tried not to grimace as you realized that you and Ransom were the last ones in the lecture hall.

Every time you glanced at him throughout class–today’s and all the others–he was staring right at you, and something about his gaze seemed weirdly predatory.

It made you nervous.

It had all of your internal alarm bells ringing, no matter how much you tried to remind yourself that you were actually the one in a position of authority here.

You shrugged your bag onto your shoulder, resisting the urge to flee as Ransom paused before you. “Hey, Ransom, I actually have to get to another lecture…”

He grinned, amusement glittering in his eyes as he watched you. “I won’t keep you, just thought I’d invite you to my grandfather’s fundraiser this weekend.”

Ransom held out a fancy cream-colored envelope that was threaded with gold, and you were sure the invitation within was just as intricate and expensive.

Still, his offer gave you pause.

You were a huge fan of Harlan Thrombey’s. Like, huge. You had all of his books, some of them beyond worn from the number of rereads you had subjected them to.

Which is why it was kind of a bummer that his grandson gave you the creeps.

“Oh, uh–”

“He hosts it every year to raise money for Delta Iota Kappa,” Ransom cut you off. “He’s an alum, so, yeah. Just figured you may be interested since you’re a lit nerd. I’m sure you and Harlan would hit it off. He’s the only other person I know who geeks out over books as much as you. I’m sure he’d enjoy someone actually interesting to chat to at this thing.”

You perked up at that–how cool would it be to not only meet one of your literary idols but actually geek out with him about story?!

It was kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity really.

Ransom smirked as your emotions played across your face before you tentatively accepted the invitation.

“Hopefully I see you there,” he winked before slipping from the lecture hall and leaving you to stare down at the invitation in awe.

You pulled up short, squeaking as you were nearly trampled over by a couple of frat boys who looked wasted already, despite the fact that the fundraiser had only started half an hour ago.

Sighing, you pressed back against the wall to let them pass before wandering along the hallway and drinking in all of the one of a kind paintings and decor.

Harlan Thrombey’s mansion was like a museum. You swore each time your eyes swept a room, you found something new to marvel over.

And marveling over all of the opulent details surrounding you was the only thing keeping you at this event and not running for the hills.

You were pretty overwhelmed by the crowd–a mix of frat boys, university faculty, and Boston elite–and you felt sorely out of place as you wandered from one crowded room to the next.

Sadly, you hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the host, but you tried not to be disappointed as you peeked into a room that looked like a library–and blessedly empty–before slipping inside to take a breather.

You wandered around the perimeter of the room, eyeing the overflowing bookshelves with interest, and when you rounded an ornate armchair among a small sitting area, and saw a figure sitting in it, you gasped, just barely stifling your startled shriek.

Andy Barber straightened in the armchair, looking just as startled by you as you were by him. He was in the same class as Ransom, and although quiet, he was attentive, and always scored well on his exams.

You actually enjoyed reading his papers, too, he was articulate and thoughtful and had made you reconsider some of your own viewpoints of the material this semester.

“Andy, hi! I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was in here,” you said, giving him a small smile.

He closed the book he had been reading, and you noticed it was the current assignment from your class, and you couldn’t help it as your smile grew.

“I don’t really love these things,” he confessed as he rose to his feet, giving you a wry smile as he slipped the battered book into his back pocket.

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Neither do I. I kind of want to hide, hence sneaking into a room I thought was empty.”

Andy’s smile warmed. He watched you for a moment, looking unsure, before shoving his hands into his jean pockets and rocking back on his feet. “I uh really enjoyed your lecture the other day. You have a way of breathing life into otherwise painful works.”

“Oh noooo!” you cried. “They’re not painful, you just need to find a thread to connect with them.”

Andy’s smile softened at your enthusiasm, and you felt suddenly shy under his amused gaze.

“I’m a card carrying word nerd, in case you couldn’t tell,” you shrugged. “It’s actually not just for show for class.”

He laughed. “It’s sweet–” he started but was interrupted as the library door swung open, and Ransom appeared.

His gaze landed on you immediately, his lips splitting into a grin as he said, “There you are! I’ve been looking for you so I could introduce you to Harlan.”

“Oh, uh–” you glanced back at Andy, apologetic, but before you could say anything else, Ransom was beside you, holding a drink in one hand and using the other to corral you away from Andy and out of the room entirely.

The room was spinning.

In fact, it felt like everything was spinning and the floor was uneven and your legs didn’t work right as you staggered into an upstairs bedroom, hidden away from the main halls of Harlan Thrombey’s manor.

Ransom shouldered most of your weight as he closed the door behind you, and you winced as he flipped a switch on the wall, and the dim, ambient lamps on either side of the bed flared to life.

Just that dim light was enough to make you whimper as your head throbbed so hard, you could barely function, your eyes painfully sensitive as you squeezed them shut and tried to fight the onslaught of dizziness and nausea that enveloped you.

You’d only had one drink as you chatted with Harlan, but it was hitting you so hard, and your stomach churned as you lost your footing, sinking against Ransom even more as he guided you across the room.

“I think I just need to lie down for a minute,” you slurred, your tongue feeling thick and dry, like your mouth was full of cotton.

“You’re gonna lie down for a lot longer than that,” Ransom smirked as he carelessly tossed you onto the bed.

Your body bounced against the firm cushion of the mattress, your head lolling as you tried to understand Ransom’s words, recall them really, as they fled your mind just as quickly as they were spoken.

It was a relief as your heavy eyes fluttered shut against the light’s assault, but your relief was short-lived as you felt a sudden touch against the outside of your thigh. A soft, insistent graze that you realized was Ransom’s fingers as they met the hem of your dress and began to push it up.

“What are you…” your words petered out into a startled gasp as his knuckles touched your cheek, giving a gentle caress as you struggled to open your eyes and focus.

Suddenly Ransom was gripping your chin with a firmness that you couldn’t escape. He forced your gaze his way, his face hovering close–too close–as he spoke over you.

“You really are pretty, for a total fucking nerd,” he snorted, his thumb trailing along your bottom lip. “And you are gonna help me rack up the points so my fulfillment is in the bag.”

“What–” you started, and then squealed when Ransom harshly groped your tits in his hands, squeezing the softness of you with a guttural groan that had your insides wilting then roiling violently.

“Ransom, no!” Your vision blurred further as tears gathered in your eyes, and you tried to shove him away, but your arms were so heavy and difficult to lift, let alone use. “Please…”

“Aw, it’s okay, baby, no need to beg, I’m gonna give you exactly what you want,” Ransom laughed meanly as he straightened over you.

Your blinks were slow as your head pounded, but between one and the next, you saw Ransom looming over you, unbuckling his belt.

Whining, you tried to roll away from him, but could barely turn onto your side, your head feeling strangely loose on your neck as you tried to breathe slowly and focus, do anything other than lay there useless and terrified.

“Hey, where you going, teach? Don’t be like that,” Ransom taunted as he leaned over you and rolled you onto your back once more.

His grip on your face was harsh–painful–as he dipped closer and kissed you, swallowing your startled gasp!squeal combo before he shoved his tongue into your mouth and nearly made you choke on his forceful enthusiasm.

Just as his hand touched your inner thigh and started to ascend higher, the door squeaked open, and Ransom froze, his startled gaze shooting to the figure looming in the doorway.

You blinked in a flurry, trying to focus on the tall, lean figure, but your brain couldn’t process who it was until Ransom spoke his name.

“Well don’t just stand there, Barber, close the door and hold her down for me, then you can have a turn.”

Breath hitching at the indecent proposal, you tried to focus your gaze on Andy. “Please,” you whimpered, your fingers twitching as you tried to reach toward him. “Help…me.”

Andy swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between your pathetically helpless form, and Ransom’s irritated, impatient glower. His eyes once again fell to you, to the way your dress laid askew around your thighs, the way the cute, thin fabric emphasized your body.

Breath shuddering out in a whoosh, Andy closed the door behind him before moving toward the bed, looking unsure as his wide gaze once again flickered between you and Ransom.

Confused that he wasn’t helping you–Andy, who had always been so nice–you only had a moment to dwell on it before Ransom yanked you to the edge of the mattress and stepped between your legs, uncaring as you choked on a sob as you realized his intention, and that Andy wasn’t going to stop him.

“Hey, you don’t gotta be so rough with her,” Andy muttered, shifting closer as he licked his lips and watched Ransom unbutton your dress, or try too, but you were weakly swatting at his hands and trying to squirm away from him.

“Just shut up and hold her hands down for me, will ya?” Ransom huffed.

“Nooo,” you whined as Andy sat on the bed behind you and gently gathered your hands before pinning them above your head. “Please…”

“Shhh, it’s okay, we won’t hurt you,” Andy shushed you, tentatively caressing your face with his free hand. “Just be good for us, we’ll make you feel so good.”

“Yeah, I just know you haven’t been fucked in a while, if at all,” Ransom’s grin was devilish as he tugged off his sweater and tossed it aside. “But once we’re done with you, you’ll be begging for more, teach.”

It was getting harder to keep your eyes open, or move at all, so you couldn’t do much more than whimper as Ransom leaned down and unbuttoned the rest of your dress before flinging it open and baring your body to them both.

“Man, I can’t believe you’re packing all this.”

His hands once again went to your tits, and he palmed them through your bra before roughly yanking the straps down your arms, then the cups next, until your breasts spilled free and he could get his hands on your bare skin.

Meanwhile, Andy worked on removing your dress entirely, your bra too, draping them over the footboard of the bed before his hand touched your bare shoulder then skimmed lower.

“She’s wearing thigh highs, too,” Ransom hummed, fingering the black lace hugging your skin. “Aren’t you just full of surprises?” he cooed at you, his hand shifting to cup your cunt through your panties.

“Don’t!” you cried, trying to twist away, but it was impossible to move with the way Ransom was pressed over you, and Andy was pinning your arms.

“Take ‘em off,” Andy grunted, shoving Ransom’s hand away from your core so he could drag his fingers up along the front of your underwear. “I wanna see all of her.”

When Ransom’s fingers curled around the sides of your panties and began to tug, you tried to scream and buck him away from you, but Andy’s free hand slid over your mouth and nose, making it hard to breathe.

“Don’t do that,” his voice was harsh–gritty–and it made your insides skitter with fear as his dark eyes met yours, looking threatening for the first time ever.

Your sound of terror was muffled against his palm, but when you tried to recoil from him, looking scared, Andy’s features softened. His hand shifted lower, moving from covering your mouth to collaring your throat, making you whimper as his fingers pressed into your flesh in silent warning.

“We don’t want to hurt you, just be good.”

“Please,” you quavered, seeing two of him now as your head began to spin all over again. “Don’t…do this…to me.”

“I’ve been waiting all semester to tap this pussy,” Ransom grunted as he shoved down the front of his jeans and gripped his hard cock, giving it a few strokes as he gazed at your now bare cunt. “It’s fucking happening.”

As he moved closer, Andy spoke up, looking uneasy. “What if she tells on us after?”

“Relax,” Ransom rolled his eyes, shooting Andy a smug smirk. “I snuck some of that tonic that Langley makes into her drink. She won’t remember a thing come morning. They never do.”

The thought that you wouldn’t even remember this after, that you’d have no idea that they had done this to you–used you in such a disgusting way–it made you feel so helpless and vulnerable.

It made you feel sick and twisted up inside.

This time, you couldn’t choke down the sob that rose up, feeling your terror and grief rattle through you as you tried to squirm away from Ransom’s big, looming form.

But it was getting harder to move now, to focus, to keep your eyes open.

To stay awake.

You couldn’t do anything but lay there–completely at Ransom and Andy’s mercy–as Ransom shoved himself between your legs as Andy’s hand finally strayed to your tit and gave a soft grope.

Ransom’s fingers trailed along the cut of you, and he just cooed at your pathetic whine as his fingers teased your folds before skimming around and around your clit.

“Cry all you want, teach, this pussy is primed and ready to go. Look at how fucking wet she is,” Ransom snickered as he dipped his fingers along your hole before his hand retreated and he held it up to show Andy the shine of you against his skin.

“You want this,” Ransom gritted as he lined himself up.

But before he could thrust into you, the bedroom door burst open, and a very familiar form filled the doorway.

“You move a muscle, Drysdale, and I’ll put you through the fucking wall,” Ari snarled as he slammed the door shut and stalked into the room.

Ransom looked like a deer in headlights who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar as he immediately straightened and took a step away from you.

Andy wasn’t fairing much better as he scrambled away, wringing his hands as he swallowed hard, looking guilty and visibly on edge.

Your relief was so palpable as it rattled through you, that you couldn’t help it as you burst into tears, curling in on yourself and whimpering Ari’s name as he stood over you.

“Hey, you’re okay,” he murmured as he bent over you, gently smoothing a hand over the crown of your head as you cried and trembled on the bed. “You’re okay now, sweetheart, I promise.”

Ari gave you a final caress before straightening, looking so big and broad in comparison to Ransom and Andy, that it was like he suddenly took up half the room. His bright blue eyes were blazing as they glanced between the two frat boys, lingering on Andy’s Delta Iota Kappa shirt for a long moment.

“You will respect your elders, as legacy commands,” Ari enunciated slowly, sternly, his words filled with meaning and broaching no argument. “Tonight, you cede your catch to me.”

He raised his right hand, flashing the gold signet ring on his pinky, and it was immediate, the way Ransom and Andy exhaled as one, exchanging a look of relief–and surprise.

“We didn’t know you were an alum,” Andy said.

Ari ignored his observation, his gaze falling to you, his fingers trailing along your tear-stained cheek as you stared up at him in confusion.

Why wasn’t he getting you out of here?

When Ari’s touch trailed lower, and he plucked your nipple, you gasped, shock–and betrayal–chasing away your relief as Ari once again looked to Ransom and Andy.

“Potestas per victoriam (power through conquest),” Ari husked. “Her cunt belongs to me.”

“Whatever,” Ransom smirked, shrugging. “Rules don’t say what kind of fucking counts as bagging, gimme her mouth and I’ll still fill her with my cum that way.” He stepped toward you, but paused, glancing at Andy. “Lock that fucking door so we’re not interupted again.”

Andy hurried to do so, but he may as well not even be there–Ransom too–because all you could focus on was Ari, and the way he was watching you.

Even in your drugged state, there was no denying the dark, sinful hunger for you burning in his eyes. Maybe you hadn’t been imagining his flirtation and innuendos all semester. Maybe Ari’s desire for you–his intentions–had been staring you in the face the whole time, and you had been too stupid to realize it.

It was a mind fuck as he gently rearranged you on the bed, until he was the one standing between your sprawled legs. His fingers were so soft and reverent as they traced along your bare skin, and your tears came faster now, because how many times had you thought of this very thing–being on the receiving end of Ari’s intimate attention?

But never in a million years would you have wanted it to happen like this.

“Shhh, don’t cry, sweetheart,” Ari murmured as your lower lip trembled and another wave of distress consumed you. “We’re gonna take such good care of you.”

He ducked lower, cradling the crown of your head as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then the other, his lips touching the tip of your nose before they planted against your forehead.

“I know you want me, honey, you’ve been terrible at hiding it, but it’s okay, because I want you just as bad, and now I get to have you.”

You weakly shook your head, but the words you wanted to speak floundered on your tongue, your senses fading more and more as the drug-induced exhaustion began to lap at you more urgently.

All at once, it was like your body was both heavy and lethargic and so much more sensitive than usual. Your brain struggled to keep up with what was happening, but your body seemed to revel in the way that three pairs of hands converged on you at once.

“There you go,” Ari’s voice was a proud coo. “Let us take care of you.”

He gave your forehead another soft kiss before turning your head Ransom’s way and straightening.

As Andy sat just above your head, groping your tits, Ransom guided his hard, leaking cock to your parted lips. He muffled your whine as he slowly slid into the warm cavern of your mouth, groaning loudly as he his head fell back on a throaty, “Fucccck.”

He began to thrust, making you squeal, then gag, before Ari’s quiet bark had him easing up.

“Don’t be rough with her, you prick.”

“Man, I can’t help it, she has a mouth made to be fucked,” Ransom scowled at the professor, but then he was focusing back on you, being more intentional as he rutted into your mouth, moaning as your tongue slid against the underside of his cock.

“Barber, get over here and make yourself useful,” Ari commanded, stepping away from the cradle of your thighs and sitting beside you, reclining on his side as he hovered close. “Use your mouth to turn her brain off so she’s not so scared, and earn yourself some points while you’re at it.”

You tearfully blinked at Ari, but he just cooed at you, gently petting your head and holding you still for Ransom’s enthusiastic onslaught. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart, being such a good girl.”

You were distantly aware of Andy kneeling between your legs, but it wasn’t until he drew his tongue up along your cunt that you truly registered his presence. You gasped around Ransom’s cock, your hips tilting and your legs trying to snap shut, but Andy held them open.

In fact, his palms pressed hot and firm against your inner thighs, shoving your legs open wider as he hummed and lapped at your pussy some more.

“Fuck,” he gasped, pulling away, his face and beard shining with your slick already. “Her pussy’s so sweet, she tastes so good.”

“Don’t stop until you make her cum,” Ari instructed, his fingers plucking at your hard nipples. His lips tilted as you moaned around Ransom’s cock, some of the tension bleeding from your frame as you sank back against the bed more heavily. “Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it?”

You shivered at the deep husk of Ari’s voice, at the way his fingers teased and pulled at your sensitive nipples, the way he leaned closer, until his mouth was on you, tongue teasing now, and his teeth nipping, too.

Even the drive of Ransom’s cock against the back of your throat as Andy eagerly devoured your cunt had your insides twisting taut and tight, that frantic fear-driven noise in your brain going quiet as pleasure ignited in your core and blazed through the rest of you as you came with a muffled cry.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Ransom moaned, watching as you twitched and trembled and whined around his cock.

He retreated long enough for you to inhale a ragged breath, and then he shoved into your mouth with force. He sank as deep as he could, his heavy balls flush to your chin as he gave a quiet groan before spilling his seed down your throat.

The briny taste of Ransom’s release coated your tongue as he pulled away, and a moment later, Andy took his place.

“Stick your tongue out for me,” he urged, his voice a gristly rasp as he fisted his hard cock, groaning as he cupped his balls with his other hand and guided himself to your tear-stained face.

“Go on, sweetheart, be good to Andy, and I’ll make you cum so hard around my cock,” Ari promised as he took up residence between your legs as Ransom dropped onto the bed beside you, giving your nipple a harsh tweak.

Feeling dazed as your body throbbed in a different way now–a needy way–you did as Ari said, sticking your tongue out and making a startled sound as Andy slid the head of his cock back and forth over it.

“Fuck that’s it, suck on the head for me,” Andy groaned, watching you with lust-blackened eyes and parted lips as you clumsily suckled on the crown of his leaking cock. “Yeah, yeah, fuck, just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

You didn’t stop, but you did pause for a beat when you felt the thick head of Ari’s cock catch along your entrance, your glossy gaze finding the beefy professor as he stared down at you and held himself still–just breaching and stretching your hole with his wide, leaking tip.

“Go on and finish him off, honey, then I want all of your attention on me.”

It was like you were mesmerized by Ari and his darkened gaze and voice laced with sin. All you could do was nod mindlessly before turning back to Andy and doing exactly as Ari said.

You lapped and licked at the head of Andy’s cock, letting him gently rut against your face as his leaking tip smeared pre-cum all around your mouth. When he finally came with a quiet moan, he shoved his cock into your mouth, flooding your throat with his creamy spend before he sank onto the bed beside you and panted for breath.

“Good girl,” Ari rumbled, teasing around your drippy hole with the head of his cock and regaining your full–and dazed–attention.

As he slowly began to push into you, your breath hitched, because he was big. Bigger than you had ever had before, and you immediately felt the stretch and burn of him. You gasped sharply, mewling as your eyes smarted with tears and you squirmed, using all of your energy to lift your hand and press it against Ari’s firm stomach, like your weak touch could actually stop him.

However, your small show of resistance did the opposite. Ari stretched out over you, his free hand gathering your wrists, and he pinned them above your head. Leaning much of his heavy weight against you–trapping you beneath him–he continued to invade your body, like it was his territory to claim.

“Mmmm, I knew you’d be tight, honey, but fuck, you fit me like a glove,” Ari hummed, tilting his hips so he could sink into you even more.

“Ari,” you gasped, eyes rolling back in your head as your cunt was forced to part around every hard, thick inch of him, until he was buried to the hilt and your pussy was clamping and squeezing and making him groan.

You felt him throb inside of you before his cock retreated and then plunged into you all over again. Each rut of his hips jostled your body beneath him as he buried himself to the hilt over and over again, punching ragged cries and whines from the back of your throat as he fucked you.

“Yeah, give it to her,” Ransom gristled, his fingers teasing along the side of your throat, making you whine and try to hide your face against Ari’s chest as you remembered he was there, and Andy too, both of them witnessing your undoing.

“You’re hurting her,” Andy warned as Ari’s rhythm grew faster–rougher–the bed quaking beneath his vigor as you keened and cried out with every thrust of his cock deep inside you.

“No I’m not,” Ari grunted, not easing up in the least as his free hand collared the front of your throat and he tipped your face up so you could meet his gaze. “This is exactly what you need–what you want–isn’t it?”

As if to prove his point, he pounded into you harder, making you squeal out a broken, “Yes!” as your pussy fluttered and went wild at the onslaught of his cock.

“She’s squeezing me so hard, it’s like this sweet cunt is fucking rejoicing at being fucked so good,” Ari snarled, his nostrils flaring as he turned your face to the side and began to kiss and nip his way down the column of your throat.

His hand fell away from your throat, skimming down your side before working its way between your bodies, until his touch found your clit and began to strum, making you whine and clench around him.

“I’m gonna pump you full of my cum,” Ari panted against the side of your throat, his lips finding your ear as he whispered, “I’m gonna mark this pussy as mine.”

“Please…” you garbled, not even sure what you were asking for–for him to stop, or keep going–as your body began to speckle all over as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“You feel me inside of you?” Ari whispered into your ear, grunting and making your insides quiver. “Stretching you? Making you mine?”

It broke over you like a wave, ecstasy igniting at the core of you before flooding through your veins, setting your entire body alight as you came with a quiet, broken keen.

“Fuck, that’s it, squeeze this cock,” Ari groaned, his rhythm faltering as he throbbed and twitched inside of you.

He drove into you a few more times, shoving deep as his hips rocked and he came with a throaty groan.

Panting heavily against your neck, his lips moved against your warm skin as he continued to pump into you. “You feel me flooding your sweet cunt with my cum? You’re mine now, sweetheart, in a way you can never undo.”

His words just added to the melee of bliss rocking your body, and you didn’t resist as Ari raised his head and cradled your face with his hand, holding you in place as he kissed you–his mouth just as thorough and ruthless in claiming yours as his cock had been in conquering your pussy.

When Ari pulled away, you gasped for breath, your chest heaving as your eyes finally fluttered shut and stayed that way.

It felt like every bone in your body had melted, and if it had been difficult to move before, now it was impossible. That spinning sensation rushed back over you as you felt Ari’s weight shift, then move away entirely.

You were distantly aware of the gush of his cum trickling out of you, but unlike before, you weren’t able to open your eyes again, to refocus, to do anything except drift closer and closer to darkness as your exhaustion–and the drugs in your system–began to win out.

You could hear their voices as they talked over you, but your brain couldn’t absorb what was being said, couldn't retain any of it as you inched closer to oblivion.

“I wanna fuck her rim with my tongue before covering that tight little rosebud with my cream,” Ransom said.

“Don’t fuck her ass,” Ari warned. “That hole belongs to me, too.” A second later, his voice snapped, “Barber, what the fuck are you doing? Put your phone away.”

“I was just gonna take pictures but keep our faces out of them, just so we can prove what happened and fulfill the rite of passage. Then I’ll delete them, I swear!”

“I’ll take care of it,” Ari promised. “You’ll both have your rings before the semester ends.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s talk logistics later,” Ransom scoffed. “For now, help me turn her over so I can play with her ass. I bet I can make her cum again from it.”

You felt a number of hands descend on you, moving and manipulating your body, but you were too far gone to resist–to care–finally surrendering to the darkness entirely.

You had no idea that Ari sat back and watched as Ransom and Andy had a little more fun with you and racked up enough points to blow the current rite of passage record out of the water.

You were clueless to the fact that Ari himself took you again, and again, before the night was over.

That Ransom and Andy had been long gone by the time Ari was finally satisfied before he gently cleaned you up–ensuring no trace of what had happened remained–before he took you home, tucked you into your bed himself, then slipped from your apartment, with you none the wiser.

You still felt sluggish and a little off by the time work rolled around on Monday.

And that’s how Ari found you, slouched over the small table in his office as you nursed a cup of coffee, wondering how on earth you were going to deliver today’s lecture when you felt so terrible.

“Uh oh, don’t tell me that Harlan Thrombey blew you off at the fundraiser, so you drowned your sorrows and still haven’t recovered yet?” he teased as he walked into his office and saw the sorry state of you before setting his briefcase on his desk.

“I’m not sure I’d remember if he had blown me off,” you admitted sheepishly, your shoulders hiking up to your ears as you cringed at yourself. “I may have drank too much and it’s all kind of a blur. I don’t remember being such a lightweight, but I guess I really am getting older,” you pouted.

“I dunno, sounds like maybe you were the life of the party,” Ari grinned at you as he sat on the edge of his desk. “I’m disappointed I missed it.”

Sighing, you shoved yourself to your feet, reaching for your bag as you grinned wryly and met his gaze. “Sorry, Professor. Maybe you’ll get to witness my undoing another time.”

A slow, sinful grin curled across Ari’s lips, and teamed with the oddly knowing twinkle in his eyes, it had something inside of you fluttering and clenching all at once.

“Here’s hoping,” he winked.

You quickly looked away, feeling too warm and weirdly unsure–almost…vulnerable–for some reason that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“I should get going,” you murmured, scooping up your coffee and shooting Ari a nervous smile before you turned and scurried from his office, feeling overwhelmed by the need to flee in a way that had you frowning as you rushed down the hall.

A few moments later, the weird encounter with Ari was the furthest thing from your mind as you stood behind the instructor’s desk in the lecture hall.

As students continued to trickle into the room, you slowly pulled your laptop and notes from your bag, mentally rehearsing today’s lecture as the clock ticked down the final minutes before class would begin.

Feeling eyes on you, you glanced up, your gaze meeting Ransom’s as he lounged in a seat a few rows back, positioned directly in front of you and much closer to the front of the room than he usually sat.

His eyes glittered as they met yours, his lips spreading into a knowing leer that made your stomach turn. When he shot you a wink, you felt bile burn at the back of your throat as you quickly looked away.

Trying to shake how suddenly off kilter you felt, you moved to the door, ushering the final few students inside the room before pulling it shut.

When you turned and resumed your place at the instructor’s desk, your eyes lifted and caught on Andy’s unwavering stare. He sat in the front row, at the end, watching you with this look in his eye. It had all of your hair standing on end as something deep inside of you withered at the way his gaze drifted over you, oddly and overly familiar.

Turning away from him–from everyone–you moved toward the dry erase board, noting the way your fingers visibly trembled as you reached for the closest marker and tried to recall what you wanted to write on the board.

It took you a moment to remember, to gather yourself, to not dwell on the way you felt sick all of the sudden–wrung out and exposed, vulnerable in a way that made no sense, that made you want to run and hide and never return.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you pushed all of those thoughts and feelings from your mind as best as you could, writing the notes that you needed to on the board.

And when you turned back to the class, your voice only trembled slightly as you began your lecture, overly aware of Ransom and Andy’s gazes fixated on you the entire time.

AHHHHHHHH! I am so so happy to have finally finished this story! Please take a moment to screech at me! I’d love to know your thoughts. Or thots 😏

Also, I totally settled on the frat name Delta Iota Kappa because the abbreviation is DIK bwahahahahaha.

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