Warnings: dub con, baby trapping (both mc and rafayel are freaks here)
Professor rafayel has been making you warm his cock for a while now, humming under his breath as he grades your assignment. You are sitting under his desk, mouth stretched obscenely around his thick cock, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, while your fingers play with your leaking pussy, that is aching, oh so painfully for his cock. You try to be patient. Patience isn't your strongest virtue.
You pull your head back, having had enough, his cock slipping from your mouth with a loud obscene pop. You need his cock, inside you, now, you think, as you stand up on shaky legs, fully naked, something he made sure of as soon as you entered his office. He tsks, hands dropping his tablet on the desk to focus fully on you. "Did I say you could move?"
Your world tilts as he turns you around to bend you over the desk, pressing the low of your back against the surface, his accessories, pens and books, digging in your body.
You whine, turning around to glare at him with as much ire as you can muster. Which isn't a lot. "Either you give me what I want, or I take it myself."
A lazy grin settles on his lips, eyes glinting dangerously. "Oh, is that so? Do you think you deserve my cock?"
"Yes, I do." You deliberately arch your back, attempting to grind your pussy against his cock. But of course he doesn't let you. He pushes you further against the table, steel in his grip. His eyes narrow delightfully, watching you, the stupid grin doesn't leave his face.
"Big words from someone who is about to fail her course," he says, voice smug, self satisfied, as he watches your expression crumble.
"You wouldn't dare," you breathe, eyes widening. Your neck is beginning to hurt from craning it behind you for so long, but you can't look away now. No, you won't back out.
"I would dare, cutie," He says, voice deliberately musical. "Unless." He licks his lips and your eyes follow the movement, entranced by his pink tongue. "Unless you let me fill your little womb with my cum."
And that was how you found your tits squished beneath you, while his heavy cock slammed into your squelching, swollen pussy. With each thrust, he panted, placing gentle kisses against your trembling shoulder, the act contradictory in itself when compared to his punishing strokes. But you weren't about to complain.
His tablet was still open right beside your head, so you dared to look at the comments he left on your assignment. They are positive. Too positive. He wasn't planning on failing you. No he was bluffing, hoping you'd give in, let him fill your cunt, let him bind you two together for the rest of your lives. And the best way of assuring that is to baby-trap. Of course, you'd know.
The realisation leaves you breathless. Whimpering, you reach for your bag tilted over on his desk, some content already spilling out from the force of his thrusts shaking the desk. You grab the condom, pulling it out of the already teared wrapper, and offer it to him, hand trembling.
"What's this, cutie?" Rafayel rasps, pushing into you once more, heavy balls slamming against your swollen clit, as his hand grabs the condom. Upon futher inspection, he makes a little sound in his throat, a whimper, a sound so pathetic, so unlike him you just know he has realised the condom is poked with holes.
"Professor, you aren't the only one trying to bind your fishie down..."
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a/n - let me know if i should change or add any more warnings. i am fairly new to this. :')