This was going to be a fanfic for @yandere-flower and their yandere Oc Professor Cliff Milano but the brain would not engage and make the words connect so this is more of an extended scenario for a potential story. Definitely something I want to return to and turn into a proper story! NSFW but not explicit, dub-con ends up non-consensual with drugging, one daddy mention, yandere hints, F!reader. Check out @yandere-flower for proper Cliff content. All their Ocs are just amazing! This does not flow well, definitely needs work and itâs long!
The house looked quiet, that should have been your first clue that something was off but it didnât dawn on you until Cliff opened the door in a robe and slippers with such a look of surprise on his face that you realised your classmates had lied to you. Â
He had laughed much to your chagrin when you blundered through an explanation of why you had turned up to your Professorâs house on a Friday night in formal dress, but his insistence that you come in and have a drink with him so not to waste your journey had you forgiving him almost immediately. He had been in the middle of cooking dinner and despite your awkwardness at gatecrashing his peaceful night he had convinced you to join him to eat. He chats with you easily while the two of you eat, wanting to know all about you and sharing anecdotes about the University, a little about his son, and a couple of passionate rants about ancient Greece that have you trying to hide your smile behind your wine glass. Between the stories and the drink you keep finding refilled in your hand you are feeling relaxed, a warm drowsiness settling over you which makes it harder to keep up with Cliffâs conversation. When you spoke his eyes often than not zeroed in on your lips, and every time you locked eyes it was sending a bolt of heat straight through you. Were you making a fool of yourself? Was he feeling it too or was the alcohol fuelling your attraction to him and making you misread things? As Cliff leans over to fill your glass again you quickly reach out to stop him but he smiles at you and tuts. âThereâs only a little left, itâs a shame to waste such a good bottle of wineâ You hesitate but eventually nod, letting him fill your glass once more. He raises his glass, âThank you for a wonderful eveningâ You canât help return his grin as you lift your own glass, swallowing the contents before grimacing. It tastes different that the last 3 glasses, slightly bitter. Cliff laughs at your expression, âitâs not the best wine for drinking after dessert granted. It can taste a little bitter after all that sugarâ Heâs watching you closely again, and you feel yourself blushing under the attention. âHow about a night cap before you leave? I have some perfect whiskey to take the taste awayâ You were just stepping over the line now from tipsy to flat out drunk, swallowing the last gulp of wine had been a bad idea. You head swam as you shook your head.â I should be goingâ Did he frown? You stand and curse lightly under your breath as the room suddenly tilts, but as you sway Cliff is suddenly beside you, arm wrapped tight around your waist. âEasy nowâ his breath is hot against the shell of your ear and you shiver. Heâs warm against your side and you fight the urge to melt into him, the sudden arousal coursing through you making you blush hard. âThanksâ you mumble, taking a step away from him towards the door.  You stumble and this time both his arms wrap around you with a chuckle. âI think youâve maybe had a little too much to drink, come sit down for a minute and Iâll get you a glass of waterâ. His arm firm around your waist as he guides you over to a very comfy looking sofa, he squeezes your hip tightly as he helps you sit down and you hope he doesnât notice the way your breath hitches as he does.Cliff places the glass on the table next to you before sitting down. âAre you all right?â he asks. He rests a warm hand on your shoulder, thumb rubbing gentle circles soothingly over your skin.You try to reply but your head is heavy, and you are dimly aware that you are probably making a fool of yourself, but his voice is soft and gentle as he stands and  encourages you to lie down. His hands running down your shoulders feels good. So you oblige. âGood Girlâ The endearment makes you feel a little funny, heat pooling between your legs at the praise. You feel like you should apologise, turning up to his house uninvited and getting drunk and was not the best way to endear yourself to your favorite Professor, but your tongue wonât cooperate and it comes out as an embarrassingly slurred mess. You want to kiss him. Cliff sits down on the edge of the sofa next to you and you are aware that heâs talking to you but the words donât seem to be making any sense. He strokes the outside of your thigh before letting his fingers slide up, slowly trailing up your body, tracing over your hip and across to your left breast. He bends down to kiss you, tongue swirling into your mouth as his thumb draws small circles around you nipple. You moan and he breaks the kiss, his lips travelling down your jaw and across your throat. You want to go to sleep. You want to touch him. You canât keep your thoughts coherent. You head is swimming and all you can focus on is Cliff. Heâs so close, leaning over you and when his lips finally press against yours again you sigh. Itâs getting harder and harder to stay awake, his constant touch and the never ending praise spilling from his lips is overwhelming. You want to say something, but your tongue and mouth wonât cooperate, and youâre not even sure what you want to say. Itâs too much, but it feels good. You want him to stop and to give you more. All you can do is let out a quiet moan as his hand leaves your breast to slide up under your skirt.  You canât stop yourself from spreading your legs a little to encourage him closer and he obliges with a contented hum. âSuch a good girl,â he murmurs, âMy good girlâ Cliff presses his thumb against you, rubbing your clit gently through your panties, making your eyelashes flutter and your eyes roll. You feel him chuckle, his breath warm across your lips. Your hips desperately trying to rock against his hand but you feel so uncoordinated that all you can do is let out a frustrated whimper. âRelax, honey," He whispers against your ear. "Let Daddy take care of youâ
When you awake you feel awful. Your head is pounding and you feel queasy. You reluctantly open your eyes, squinting against the too-bright morning sunlight.  You groan loudly as you try to sit up and a familiar chuckle from your left makes you jump. Cliff is watching you with a sleepy smile. Broken memories of the previous night swim through your mind, random disjointed bits and pieces that do nothing to ease the rising confusion and mild panic. What happened last night? The embarrassment increases tenfold as the soreness and ache between your legs makes it abundantly clear what happened last night. You slept with your Professor. You got drunk and you slept with your Professor. The thought echoes round and round your head and Cliff must notice the mild panic on your face as he reaches out to stroke your hair.  âRelax, darling. Thereâs no need to be ashamed, we got drunk, we had some fun, it happensâ.  You take a deep breath, and try to calm the racing of your heart. âItâs all rightâ He presses a kiss to your temple and moves to leave the bed. âIâll make you some coffee, all right?  Help with the hangover.â You canât stop yourself from staring as he gets out of bed. Heâs naked and your gaze follows the light dusting of hair across his chest and down his abdomen. Your face heats up and you quickly force yourself to look away before your gaze can wander lower. You can hear the amusement in his voice as he tells you where the bathroom is and you nod in response. Once he is gone you sit up and hug your knees, trying to pull yourself together. You feel confused, embarrassed and incredibly sore. âThereâs no need to feel ashamedâ Cliffâs voice echoes in your mind and you try to make yourself believe it. You slept with your Professor. You could get kicked out of school for this. He could lose his job. Did he enjoy it? The last thought makes you blush. The ache between your legs makes you a little disappointed that you canât remember the night clearly.  Embarrassment wells up again and suddenly all you want to do is go home. You quickly get dressed, ignoring the protest of your sore muscles and head down to the kitchen. You freeze as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the hallway mirror. You truly look awful. You look like you just had the fuck of your life. Forgoing the shower had been a bad idea. Desperately trying to smooth your hair down to make yourself a little more respectable you frown as you notice a little line of hickies along the underside of your jaw and the top of your neck. They were going to be a bitch to hide. Cliff appears at your side making you jump again and you donât miss the way his gaze lingers on the marks on your neck. He presses a hot cup of coffee into your hands and encourages you to come sit down. âWe should talk before you leaveâ The warmth of the coffee seeps through the mug, warming your hands, but you feel awkward and on edge. He smiles âWe should keep this between ourselves. One night stands are nothing to be ashamed of but we donât want anyone thinking youâre top of my class for any other reason than your historical knowledgeâ He winks at you, but all you can offer him is a small smile in return. The way his eyes keep flicking to the marks on your neck is making you feel uncomfortable. You really want to go home. You nod and take a sip of your coffee before standing. You hesitate, unsure what to say. âThank youâ you blurt before internally berating yourself. He raises an eyebrow and you cringe. âFor, umâŚI..â you stutter, you can feel your cheeks heating up and he laughs, taking pity on you. âYouâre welcome. See you in class on Monday?â That had been nearly 2 weeks ago. The embarrassment still hadnât fully faded, mainly because your memory of the night was still incredibly vague. There were little flashes of memory, him pouring you another glass, the brush of his lips against your ear. His hand warm around your waist as he helped you over to sit on the couch. The blanks in your memory were feeding the lingering embarrassment, all the terrifying possibilities of how you could have been behaving or what you could have been saying. The images of waking up naked next to him, and the sleepy satisfied smile he had given you still plagued your daydreams. You might not remember the night but the memory of the soreness between your legs in the morning had led to you near constantly fantasizing about what it could have been like. After your first class back and realising you couldnât make eye contact with Cliff without blushing, you had moved from your usual front row seat in his lectures to one as close to the back as you could get. You stopped participating as much as you could in lectures while still keeping your grade high. You avoided the after school office hours and tried your best to muddle through the bits you didnât understand with long hours in the library. Cliff didnât seem fazed by your behaviour. He still called on you to answer questions and was still complimentary on your work but every now and then you caught him staring at you. You couldnât read his expression but it left you feeling uneasy. Had you hurt his feelings? You had slept with him and were now actively trying to avoid him. Were you acting childish?  The guilt of potentially upsetting Cliff battled with the lingering embarrassment and was starting to affect your personal life as well as your grades. You had lost your part time job and were having a hell of a time finding a new one close to campus and you desperately needed one. Your financial aid had been stopped due to an administrative error and had not yet been sorted. You had somehow gone from top of your English and Psychology classes to almost the bottom in the space of a few weeks, and now you were starting to fail in Cliffâs class. Although he was as supportive and encouraging as ever, you could see the hints of disappointment in his eyes when he handed back assignments for you do redo. The threat of genuinely failing your classes and possibly losing your place at the school had eventually forced you to overcome your embarrassment and take up Cliffâs offer of some private tutoring. His offer to even help you with some of your debts while your financial aid was being sorted had almost brought you to tears. His concern and willingness to help you reinforcing the guilt you felt at avoiding him. He calmly sits and listens while you ramble through apologies and thanks. Only when the tears actually start to fall does he get up to place a gentle hand on your knee. Heâs so close you can smell his cologne, the distinct smell of sandalwood and mahogany oddly relaxing. âYou have a lot of potential, of course I want to help youâ His thumb is slowly stroking along the side of your knee and the shiver that goes own your spine when you notice he is staring at the spot on your jaw where he had marked you was not a pleasant one. His other hand reaches up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, fingers ghosting over your cheek âJust let me take care of youâÂ
