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"Where the fuck is my lipstick?" You mutter out, your dorm room a chaotic mess of disregarded clothes.
The Raven starts in seven minutes and this is the final touch to your outfit and you have to look good. No, amazing.
You honestly never care about what anyone thinks of you, except for her, Miss Thornhill. God, you crave that woman like air. From the way she says your name in class, heavenly, to the way you stare too long at her fingers as she waves them, tracing your eyesight back up to her toned arms. And so tonight, you have to look good knowing she was going to be there.
Finding the final piece to your outfit, you apply the blood shade to your lips, giving yourself one last twirl in the mirror, ensuring everything was perfect. It had to be.
As your shoes echo through the Nevermore halls, the vibrations of music and laughter arose. "You've got this." you tell yourself in a reassuring way. Shes just a teacher, you think to youself, shes just out of your reach, thats the unfairness of life. But besides, your delusions still could not allow yourself to look a fool for such a jaw-dropping woman.
You squint as you approach the doors to the raven, brightly changing colours and lights flooded through onto the path before you. Only then, do you make out the shorter, red-headed teacher stood a few feet infront. It was almost overwhelming, the sight of her. From her usual style of red platform boots, matched with red tights and a short white dress that made you look twice, to the dangerous red she had displayed on her lips. Her smile captivating as she bears her teeth to greet you. Its now that you realise that maybe you wouldnt mind be hunted and took apart by your own botany teacher.
"Hi sweetie!" She enthusiastically greets you while her eyes trace over your outfit and maybe just for a second you notice a glimpse of lust and hunger before it vanishes behind the dorm mom facade.
"Darling," Pushing her glasses back to the bridge of her nose, "You look marvellous!"
A growing red shade creeps across your skin as you register the compliment, "Thanks Miss Thornhill, you look great too."
Only for a second, she presents herself in a shy, nervous sort of look before returning to your eyes again.
"Thank you very much, your too kind. Now go on in there and have yourself a great night!" The older woman speaks. You follow her gesture to the entrance, about to part ways when you hear her voice once more.
"Save a dance for me!" She enthusiastically shouts while pushing her glasses up with the palm of her hand once more.
You know shes only joking, making a remark she would have said to many students but still. The things youd give up for a chance to even dance with her.
Your shoes click clack over the marble floor as you enter the yeti themed party, pristine white curtains from floor to ceiling, coated with light fog that dramatises the beaming lights. You wonder which parts Miss Thornhill came up with, being apart of the decorative committee of course. If she had came up with the ice statues that towered over the drink tables or even the precisely decorated drinks themselves.
As the woman clouds your thoughts, you barely notice Enid running up towards you.
"Oh my god!" She shrieks, both of her hands holding onto your shoulders. "You look fantastic!", emphasising the last part.
You giggle at her joy, "Thanks Enid, you look great too!",
She barley takes the compliment, turning her head to figure out the music that was becoming gradually louder each beat.
"No way!! I love this song!" The werewolf, grabbing your hand and tugging, starts pulling you towards the dance floor. "We have to dance! C'mon itll be so fun!"
"Okay Enid fine, one dance." You tell the girl with a smile as you follow her through the fog to the dancefloor.
You quickly get into the mood with Enid, accompanying her in twirling arms, spins and singing lyrics to eachother. As Enid twirls you around, you catch glimpse of what you presume, Miss Thornhill watching you as you stare back. What could have been a trick of the lights or a misjudgment still makes your heart beat quicker as you return to the pink haired girl.
Out of breath, Enid regains herself as the music slows and grows quieter.
"That was great Enid, but im gonna go over and grab some drinks!" You tell the bubbly girl who quickly accepts and waves you goodbye.
Grabbing a smokey glass of punch, you turn and face the crowd of students. Sometimes, you wish you had more friends at Nevermore, seeing everyone enjoy the evening but then again you never dwell over it. While observing, you take a sip of your beverage, until you notice a shorter woman approaching in your peripheral vision.
"Well, you and Enid were certainly having a fun out there!" Miss thornhill comments as she stands next to you, also people watching, grasping her hands together in front of her.
Oh, so she was watching you.
You smile before answering, "Yeh, Enid begged me and i gave in." Shrugging it off, like dancing was something youd never engage in.
"Id have to admit," she hesitates, "im surprised none of the boys asked you to the Rav'n, you are one beautiful girl." The woman sends you almost a smirk as you feel your face grow warmer, before she pushes her glasses back up.
"Oh, um" you try to find the words, "Im not really that interested in boys..like at all." giving a shy smile and lowering your head.
"Oh." you see how her eyes almost darken almost getting that final confirmation that she had been desperate for. "Well.. 𝘢𝘯𝘺.. woman would be lucky to have you." She states as she reaches and grips your bicep in an endearing but underlying possessive way. The way she says the word "any", pushing it up her throat and out, like she hated the idea of anyone else having the slightest claim over you to begin with.
Her hand on your arm still lingers and you begin to imagine where else she could place her grip on your body.
"Thank you Miss Thornhill.", blush creeping to your cheeks once more.
Her hand lowers back to the side of her dress and you suddenly notice how you want to chase her touch, how empty you feel without it.
Glancing around the room before clasping her hands together in front of her, she turns to you once more. "You know sweetie, you can always call me Marilyn. Miss Thornhill is a bit more formal, too much for my favourite student, wouldnt you say?"
Favourite student. Her favourite student. You.
It rings in your head as you process it before realizing shes trying to read your face for a response.
You stutter over your next words, "Yeh, of course! Thank you, Marilyn. I mean you also are my favourite teacher i have to admit."
She smiles and chuckles, her eyes travelling over your body, "God, youre so adorable sometimes darling," You cant help the smile that plasters across your face, as she then tucks a strand of your hair behind you ear, moving closer. "Especially when you get so nervous around me.." Her words trail off when she locks eyes with you once again, hand still lingering behind your ear.
You force yourself to lie, "I do not!" She smirks almost mockingly, he hand coming to rest on your shoulder. God it feels like your bodys burning with every touch that she lets you have. "I think you know you do darling."
Her face is now significantly closer to yours, almost like she cant help herself when it comes to you. Your mouth partens as it feels like its incredibly hard to breathe as the woman you love so much is this close to you. Youve had moments like these before, helping her before or after class, extra study sessions, grabbing coffee in the Weathervane, noticing things that could be something more but nothing like this. This is different entirely.
She holds the eye contact and you feel close to helpless like a lamb being offered to a wolf. Your tongue subconsciously wets your lips as your eyes dart between her eyes and lips of her own. Youve never wanted something that felt so out of reach this much, but now it feels like theyve opened up for you to have and youve never been more grateful that everyone has forgotten about your existence by the table, so no one could capture the moment of if you moved those extra inches and took her lips in your own.
She leans forward, eyes connected to your lips and hesitates, stopping only centimetres away. You honestly think you could melt into the smokey the floor of the Rav'n.
Drip.
Drip.
Your eyelashes flutter as your eyebrows furrow in confusion of the feeling of dripping wetness being released onto you.
Drip.
Marilyn tilts her head up and only then do you realise the splatters of a dark residue coming down on her hair and nose.
You follow her body and tilt yours up to find the source.
From droplets in one second, the sprinklers shoot open as you eye up the redish colour bursting out of them from the built up pressure. Your mouth parts open as it comes raining down heavy on to the both of you. At the same time, screams engulf the sound of music from the party, snapping your head to the area of the crowd, noticing the substance is appearing out of every sprinkler. It coats everyone instantly. Including the floor, you know this as people start to panic and flee to be met with the cold thud of beneath as they slide and trip.
Marilyn places her hand upon your shoulder, turning your head back to the older woman and locking eyes in shock and confusion on what to do next when your forcefully separated from her touch. Students pushing past, herds forming as they panic and dart out of the Rav'n. You find your balance as you regain your breath watching them all flee. You're constantly being knocked into and bounced around by the commotion when your eyes dart around the room, scanning for any trace of Miss Thornhill for help, wondering if she was alright too.
Smack. You feel a strong force collide with your back as you extend your leg to steady yourself before slipping over the red paint excuse of pig's blood coating the floor. You come crashing to the floor, forearms thudding off the cold and damp in a late panic of trying to protect yourself. Lifting your head up and using your arms to support yourself back up, you groan as your ears ring, not loud enough to not recognise the voice you long to hear all day.
Marilyn gasps as she sees you, lowering her self to check on your well-being.
"Darling!" Her hands come to your arm and back.
"Are you alright?" She asks.
You nod your head to her words, "Y..yeh, i think."
Your eyes meet her gaze to see the look of genuine worry yet relief that you werent injured.
"Thank goodness, now come on sweetie, i need to get you out of here before you get hurt."
You're heart honestly skips a beat at the indication that she wishes to protect you. Marilyn rises as she lowers both her hands down for you to latch on to. Your hands reach out and grip tightly to her own. Your breath hitching with the touch. She pulls slightly to help steady your body back up.
If you had told yourself, even an hour ago, you would be kneeling infront of Miss Thornhill, your botany teacher, you wouldnt believe yourself. Yet here you are, covered in a blood like substance practically pleading for her help. You almost miss how eyes darken slightly at the sight before her. Her favourite student kneeling before her with begging eyes that her breath jumps.
It doesnt last long before you realise whats still going on and you hold her hands tightly to stand on your legs once more, being cautious of the slippery surface like Bambi on ice.
She takes your biceps in her hands, "C'mon love, hold on to me while i get you out of here." You do as she says as she guides you both towards the exit, gripping tight to her right bicep as you walk along side. The name "love", still flutters around your head and your whole body for that matter.
The two of you carefully manage to make your way out of the unsalvageable party and into the fresh air where the moonlight glazes over you both.
Miss Thornhill turns to face you, "Gosh sweetie, your drenched in red!" She pushes her glasses back up with palm of her hand, eyes assessing your figure.
"Me? You should see yourself!" You giggle and she lets out a laugh with you.
"Lets go darling, i know a place i can clean you up." She takes your arm to guide you as you walk through the echoey halls of Nevermore.
After a few minutes of hearing your shoes tap the cobblestone, the both of you approach a dorm room which you can only assume to be Miss Thornhills. She unlocks the door and gestures you in as you take in the environment around you. And also the fact that youre in your teachers dorm room.
Its cozy and warm, reflecting her. The appartment is small, a sofa and tv as soon as you walk in with the mini kitchen to your right. Adjacent to that is her bed, with her balcony doors behind where you see all of her plants poking through the windows.
"Sweetie, sit down. Ill be just a sec." She tells you and you obey, missing the grin she displays at your obedience as she walks towards a door which you guess to be the bathroom.
You wait as your told, tapping your feet and playing with your fingers nervously as you this feels like one of your dreams and fantasies. Of course youve dreamt about Marilyn. She already occupies your every waking thought and now look where you are.
You snap you head around at the sound of footsteps approach. Miss Thornhill rounds the sofa and sits down next you, knees touching with yours that you honestly blush at.
"Okay, lets get this red off of your beautiful face, darling."
She raises her hand and takes your chin in between her finger and thumb, forcing you to look up at her. Miss Thornhill then starts using a wet cloth on your face gently to clean you up. Your stomach is churning and you almost feel your headspace fall at the womans actions which she most notice with the look in her eye, like she has you in her orbit.
You take in carefully at all of her features, noticing she must have cleaned up in the time she was away, except she still has red drop in the corner of her lip.
Your head tilts, "Oh, you have some red still there.."
You feel brave enough with what has went on in the past hour and extend your arm, taking your hand to her face and carefully use your thumb to attempt to rub it off.
She stares back, wide-eyed, like youve caught her off guard with your action.
You chuckle, "Its actually not coming off." You press a bit more at the smudge, grin growing bigger.
"Baby-"
Miss Thornhill laughs and pushes her glasses back up, a quirk she does often as you notice.
The word "baby" hits you in the stomach like a brick and you decide that maybe its time for you to try and be brave and reciprocate these hints back.
You start again at rubbing the stain at her lip with your thumb.
"Well, all that blood looks good you. It really brings out your eyes."
Your heart is nearly out of your chest at that simple flirt you just attempted. Its not until Marilyn decides to help you at your poor job at cleaning her up that your heart actually lunges out of your chest.
Miss thornhill takes your hand from the side of her lips and raises it infront of her mouth before parting her lips and taking your thumb in her mouth. The feeling of her warm wet tongue swirling around your thumb makes you instantly wet that you have to shut your thighs together.
Marilyn then removes your thumb, the air hitting it instantly and for a moment you wish you could have her comforting, loving hot mouth all over your body at all times. She then takes your thumb back to the red spot and rubs it, doing the manually work for you.
"Try now." She states, her expression unreadable other than the darkness of her pupils that continue to grow.
She lets go of your hand and you obey her command, rubbing at her lip. The woman has you captive with her eye contact for what feels like so long until you look at your thumb and realise its worked.
"There, all gone." You tell her with a sheepish grin as you struggle to look at her. Its only now you notice how close the two of you are to one another.
The proximity only adds to the sensation you feel in your entire body of what Miss Thornhill says next.
She takes your chin again, making you look to her eyes.
"God, such a good, obedient girl for mommy, arent you?"
You nearly whine at the words your hearing as they spin in your head, the only thing you can focus on at this moment.
"C'mon, use your words. Answer mama."
Your feel as though your guts nearly spill out onto her lap as you choke down a moan before replying.
You nod your head quiuckly, "Yes mommy, 'm your good girl."
The look of hunger in her eyes distracts you from the fact that she surging forward and taking your lips in hers. You fall back slightly until she presses forward more, feeling her hands holding you there, almost claiming you.
You move your hands up and grip her auburn hair as she groans unexpectedly. The noise blinds you from the fact that shes biting your lip and as you part your lips to whimper, she takes that opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth, dominating it all, something you moan loudly at the feel of.
Marilyns hands are searching your body, feeling you all over, pushing your back to the sofa.
"Thats it, lie down for mommy.." she mumbles against your lips as you do what your told and let her control you.
Miss thornhill is now on top, still tongue deep inside of you as she begins to caress your neck with her hands lowering them further down your body. Marilyn moves from your mouth to you jaw as you instinctively tilt your neck to the side to give her the access that she craves. Her lips sucking along and down to your neck,licking and biting, and you know there are going to be pretty marks in the morning.
You part your legs to let Marilyn closer towards you. She presses down on top of you, holding you there, like you would ever dare leave. Its only when something hard pushes onto your cunt that you gasp and grip her hair. You now realise Miss Thornhill has a strap on. Was she wearing it at the Rav'n? It doesnt matter to you, only that shes wearing it now and its pressing hard on your wet cunt.
Marilyn pauses her work on your neck at the pretty sound that leaves your mouth to smirk at you before grabbing your chin into another dominating kiss.
Your eyelashes flutter as you mumble against her lips, "Mari..please."
Your chin still in her grasp, she looks down on you with pity eyes, "Aww.. youre so cute when your begging baby," You instantly grow wetter at the condescension , "Just so needy for me, mhm?"
Your lips dart for hers, unable to control your whimpers or yourself for that matter. You pant against her lips, "Mhm, so needy just for you mommy."
She looks at you for a second, eyes black with lust, before wrapping her arms under you and scooping you up towards her. You let out a small squeal at the surprise as she lifts you up effortlessly, your arms instantly wrapping around her neck for support. Marilyn lets out a small laugh at your reaction, knowing she would never let you go. Her effortless strength makes you wonder how many times she works out, what she wears while working out, or even if she can ragdoll you around.
Miss Thornhill rounds the couch and brings you over to her bed to lay you on it like a present shes been dying to unwrap. Her lips reconnect with yours as she straddles you, Marilyns hands wondering all over your ruined dress. They start trailing up from your legs and under your dress as she hikes it up. You move your legs out from under her to wrap them around her waist instead for some friction against the bulge of her strap. Her fingers are now at the waistband of your underwear, caressing delicately yet teasing you. You sigh into the kiss.
Miss Thornhills hands suddenly moves to your clothed cunt, pressing on it. You moan into her mouth at the feeling.
She groans in delight at the feeling of your soaked underwear, "all this for me my girl?"
Her girl.
"Yes, Mari, just for you. All for you." You buck your hips into her touch.
"Gosh, then ill have to help with you that, wont i sweetheart? My dumb little pup is just so needy for me." The lust in her eyes never fades.
You honestly think you could come just from her calling you her dumb little pup. The way she speaks to you only makes you grow slicker and ready to take whatever she gives you.
Marilyn is then sliding your underwear down your thighs and helping them off your ankles, placing them besides the both of you on the bed. She then pushes your dress over your hips to reveal your glistening pussy with wetness for her. Feeling so bare, your legs instinctively start to come together, shying away as your face grows red.
Miss Thornhill shows a displeasured look on her face as she grabs you thighs, "Uh-uh, legs open now baby."
She parts them herself like your just a toy for her to play with. She nearly drools at the sight before her.
Marilyn then leans over you, pushing her lips against yours, distracting you as her finger tip swirls your cunt. The sudden pleasure causes you to buck your hips up into her for more touch and you feel her grin against your mouth. Her finger then circles and finds its way to your clit, drawing dizzying patterns around to then push down ever so slightly. The noises coming out of you only encourage the other the woman as she swallows them from you.
She keeps this up for god knows how long. All time is irrelevant when it comes to her. The only thing on your mind is how good shes making you feel. Miss Thornhills other hand comes up starts to massage your tits through the dress, making you groan once more. The woman of many talents then removes the straps holding your gown up down your arms and you help by shrugging your arms out.
Her lips disconnect with yours, a string of spit still holding on as her eyes prey across your revealed cleavage.
"So beautiful sweetie.." She mumbles as she moved her mouth straight down to your tits, sucking in wherever she can. Its only when her tongue finds your nipple and starts circling it and sucking, that you whine out. She takes this approval as a sign and moves her right hand to the entrance of your cunt and surges a finger in.
The sound that erupts from your throat is almost enough to get you both caught. Your favourite teacher is quite literally inside you right now. With her tongue so focused on your nipple.
She starts a slow pace that only makes you whine with need for the feeling of being filled up by her. Marilyn then unattaches her mouth for your tit with a pop to look at you.
She tilts her head, "Hm, you like that darling?"
You beg with your eyes as you force out your next words, "Mommy please, need more, need you to fill me up."
She moans at the words shes hearing, like she cant believe she has you like this. She adds another finger to your stretching cunt, quickening her pace and curling into every thrust to hit your sweet spot.
Your hands reach out behind her head to tangle in her sweet ginger hair to hold her closer to you, which her expression softens at.
She places a kiss upon your forehead which you swoon at, "You're doing so well for me, love."
Your lips lean into hers once more as she continues to thrust into you, her toned arms flexing as she hits your sweet spot repeatedly. She drinks down all of your moans as they come, her tongue invading your mouth, swirling around.
" 'm so close, mommy, please" You whine out, forehead against hers.
Then shes quickly pulling out, your own wetness covering her fingers and spreading down your thighs. You whimper at the loss of feeling so full of her but then shes quickly shushing you.
"Aww," Marilyn drags out, "my poor baby." Your breath hitches at the mocking tone, even when shes cruel, your still obeying at her every command, drinking down whatever she gives you.
Its not before shes removing her own dress that your eyes search her and your mouth starts to drool. Miss Thornhill quickly removes her own ruined outfit before unclipping her bra, leaving nothing on but her strap.
Your stomach does a million flips as she drops her cock onto the plane of your stomach, sizing you up, seeing how deep she can hollow you out and god, you think this might actually rearrange your insides.
Her own pupils darken at the sight before her as she notices your eager face and pleading eyes. Taking pity on you, she reaches forward with her fingers drenched in your own cum.
"Open."
The direct command nearly makes you cum on the spot. You would never think you would live to see the day someone could be so blunt and commanding and you would still be at their heel yet here you are, doing exactly that under your botany teacher.
You do as youre told and part you lips as she inserts the two fingers that were once inside you. Quickly shutting your lips around her digits, you begin to swirl your tongue around them and suck like the obedient pet you are for her.
Marilyn moans at the sight before her, feeling your tongue wrapped around her fingers.
As quick as it began, she removes herself from your mouth before grabbing her cock with her right hand and leaning ever so back to get a good look at you.
Miss Thornhill then raises her strap and taps it against your cunt a few times, groaning at the sight. This brings tears to your eyes, which she then relieves as she lines up her tip with your begging entrance.
The older woman then pushes slowly and delicately the tip inside you, making your chest rise and lower rapidly.
"Mm, its okay baby, ive got you." You tear up more at the comfort shes providing you with.
"Just relax, sweetie." She hushes. Breathing Marilyn in, you relax your body giving her the opportunity to push farther into you. She holds your thighs steady and open for herself as she inches ever so more deeper into your slick cunt.
"Thats it, gosh, i have such a smart girl taking my cock right now. Dont i?" Your head is spinning more than the Earth at this rate at the words she uses, until shes the only thing you can focus on.
You whine out, "mhm!" before it quickly turns into a loud moan as she thrusts the rest of her length inside of you, completely filling the tight space out.
Marilyn starts at a slow pace before she's bringing the tip back to your entrance to then hollow you out once more with a swift motion. The repeated thrusts have her name on your lips like a prayer.
Before long, she starts to speed up her thrusts, you pant like the mutt you are for your mommy. Miss Thornhill moves to hover over you and you instinctively reach for her, wrapping your arms around her back to hold her closer, to feel her inside you deeper. Your nails rake down her back and she lets out a groan. Marilyns hand is then travelling up your navel, captivating you as she explores further, over your breasts and sternum until her talented hand reaches and rests over you throat. She presses down firmly, leaving room for you to breathe yet enough for her to remind you of your place.
The action causes you to let a whine that Marilyn quickly swallows up before looking you in the eye once more.
"God," She groans out, "You belong to me, dont you baby?"
Its a silly question, really. Of course you belong to her. Shes had you since the two of you first made eye contact, but now shes making it official.
"Speak up sweetie, need to hear you say it." Marilyn is still relentlessly thrusting into you at this point, pounding your sweet spot every other second.
Your hands trail up to her neck and the base of her hair to grab onto as you groan out your next words.
"Fuck,yes,yes Mari. I belong to you, you own me. Only you." You babble out the words as Miss Thornhill only looks at you with more love and desperation in her eyes.
You see how the words from your mouth, heart and soul effect her as she uses all of her power to pound and bruise the walls of your sopping cunt. Even though she cant feel it, she puts it on for you, something you now love.
You can feel the coil in your lower stomach grow tighter as she picks up her pace and power.
"Oh, god" You moan out, "Mommy, 'm gnna cum, oh please let me cum Mari, ill be so good for you."
You look up into Miss thornhills eyes and see how the simple task of asking for her, mommy's permission to come, has just rolled off your tongue so naturally, like it was something you were always meant to say for her.
Her grip becomes slightly tighter around your throat, as she looks down on you.
"Fuck, yes sweet thing. Cum, cum all over mommys cock, wanna feel you soak me."
Marilyns words almost knock you to peak right there and then, its not until her left hand trails from your thigh to your clit, making you squeak and squirm under her, something she smiles greatly in. Her finger moves faster, drawing and painting your slick over and over your clit, almost writing her name, setting it in stone of who you belong to.
This quickly brings you to the edge as the waves in your stomach crash and the coil snaps.
"M-arilyn! Mommy!" Letting your moans out like the predator had finally caught its prey, devouring and tearing it apart whole.
Marilyn keeps up her work, riding you down from the high shes gave you as you continue to slur, mumble and gasp her name continuously as if it were the only word you knew. It may well have been, youre drunk on everything the older woman is, drinking in what shes knocked up into you.
Miss Thornhill then slows down her movements in her hips as she shushes you.
"Ohh," She coons at you, "Its okay baby, youre okay, ive got you, come here." The other woman removes her cock from inside you as climbs above your shaking figure to bring herself down on you into one of the most comforting holds you could imagine.
She holds your face and places small delicate kisses wherever she can before bringing you into her embrace.
"You did so well for me darling, did you know that? Does my baby know she did so well?"
You reach for her, trapping her neck with your arms as you pull her infinitely closer, pushing your face into her clavicle.
Your voice is barely above a whisper, still trying to regain your breath from the way she fucked the life out of you.
"Ive..ive wanted this for so long." You croak out against her.
Miss Thornhill strokes the back of your hair soothingly as she replies.
"Me too, my sweet thing. Gosh, wanted is an understatement, i needed this." The other woman emphasises.
Marilyn continues to hold you close as you revert back to your regular breathing. You place a kiss upon her sternum as she trails her fingers up and down your spine, hushing you off into sleep.
Its now that you begin to let yourself be molded into the place Marilyn has carved for you in her heart.