Shadows in the Sapphire house and the housemaster's private pupil
*There is sexual content in this post read at your own will*
These one shot transplants the gothic romance into the setting of dark academia. It transforms the Weston College Arc from a mystery investigation into a thrilling, illicit boarding school romance where you are the only girl in a sea of aristocratic boys, and the terrifyingly attractive housemaster is entirely, obsessively yours.
Sebastian forges documents from the Queen herself, he presents you as a 'special scholar' or a distant Phantomhive relative whose intellect is so formidable that the gender rules had to be bent. He threatened the board of governors or simply hypnotized them with his demonic charm.
Sebastian tailors a custom version of the Weston uniform for you. A fitted blazer in the Sapphire Owl blue, a pleated skirt that is modest yet flattering, and high socks. The first time he sees you in it his eyes glow with lust. "Dangerous" He murmurs, straightening your tie. "You look innocent, we both know that is a lie. I shall have to keep you very close, or the boys will lose their minds, including myself"
You are sorted into the Blue House (Studious/Academic). The students are terrified and fascinated. They try to carry your books, they try to open doors. Professor Michaelis is always watching, if a boy stares at you too long in the dining hall, Sebastian appears behind him silently. "Is the stew unsatisfactory, McMillan?" He asks with a chilling smile. "Or are your eyes wandering where they do not belong?" The boy usually drops his spoon and flees.
The Prefects (P4) treat you with courtly respect. You are the 'flower of the school'. Sebastian hates how much attention you get, he compensates by being excessively possessive in private.
When Soma joins, the dynamic shifts from tense mystery to chaotic sitcom. Soma sees you in the hallway, he screams your name and tackles you in a hug. Sebastian is holding a stack of papers, he crushes them. "Prince Soma" He says, his voice tight. "Please unhand the student. Public displays of affection are against school rules" (Note: Sebastian breaks this rule constantly with you).
Soma appoints himself your bodyguard. "I will protect you from these english snobs!" Sebastian finds this amusing. "The puppy thinks he is guarding the dragon's treasure" He whispers to you later. "It is cute, let him try"
When you help Ciel expose the lying prefect Maurice Cole, Soma and you are the distraction. Sebastian watches you scheming and whispering with Ciel and Soma. He feels a swell of pride. 'My little conspirator" He thinks with a smirk crossing the hallway you're hanging out with the others.
This is Sebastian’s favorite part of the arc, he takes the role of The stern tutor and plays it with wicked delight. He passes you a note in class. "See me after hours" You go to the Housemaster’s private office., he locks the door, the blinds are drawn. He sits on the edge of his desk, crossing his arms. "You were distracted in Latin today" He scolds softly, beckoning you closer between his legs. "I saw you looking out the window, do you need... remedial discipline?" He lifts you onto the heavy oak desk, scattering graded papers. You ask what's got into him "Quiet" He commands, unbuttoning your blouse. "We must ensure you understand the anatomy lesson my darling student. After all, what kind of professor would I be if I couldn't spoil my favorite student probably?"
He pleasures you right there in the office, with the threat of students walking down the hall adding a delicious spike of adrenaline to the mix. Sebastian pushes the stack of graded Latin essays aside with a sweep of his arm, not caring if they scatter on the floor, he steps between your knees as you sit on the edge of the heavy mahogany desk, his hands resting on your thighs, thumbs rubbing the fabric of your uniform skirt. "You have been a distraction" He murmurs, his eyes gleaming behind the spectacles he wears for the role. "Walking through the quad...laughing with the prince. You have the entire student body looking at you. But I am the only one allowed to touch"
Sebastian slowly bunches your pleated skirt up to your waist, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room, he exposes your legs, your thighs, and the small scrap of lace covering your center to the cool air of the office. He leans down, his breath hot against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs with possessive firmness, without them feeling painful of course. "Lesson number one" He whispers, his voice dropping to a vibration that hums against your legs. "Silence, the walls of Weston College are thin. If you cry out...if anyone hears you, they will know exactly what the housemaster does to his favorite student"
He nudges your legs wider, he doesn't kneel, he takes a seat on his chair and bends at the waist, perfectly positioned to feast while you sit on the desk right before him. He slides your underwear aside and presses his mouth to you with a starving, wet desperation that contrasts with his pristine suit. He eats you out with long, deep strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste of your arousal.
He makes wet, appreciative noises against your skin. Slurp, hum. "Delicious" He murmurs against your clitoris. "You taste ike a secret I want to keep" Suddenly, footsteps echo in the hallway, voices of students laughing. You tense up, gasping. Sebastian doesn't stop, he presses his hand over your mouth, his leather glove stifling your cry. He looks up at you, eyes glowing, grinning around your flesh. "Shhh~" He commands silently. "Do be quiet please, do not let them hear your sweet moans, they must be strictly only for my ears to enjoy hearing because"
He increases the speed of his tongue while the students walk past the door, the thrill of the danger, combined with his relentless mouth, pushes you over the edge. You cum hard, your body shaking on the desk, your heels drumming against the wood. Sebastian absorbs your tremors, drinking your release, his hand keeping your screams contained behind his palm. When the hallway is silent again, he pulls back. He stands up, licking his lips, looking incredibly smug.
He straightens your skirt, the silence of the office is heavy, charged with the scent of old paper, ink, and the undeniable, electric musk of your arousal. Sebastian stands between your legs, adjusting his trousers, his eyes fixed on you with a look of starving, focused intent. He is not satisfied with just a taste, he wants the full meal. He reaches out, his large hands sliding under your back he gently lays you back across the wide, sturdy oak desk. He sweeps the remaining books and an inkwell aside with a careless backhand clearing the rest of the altar for his worship.
He doesn't want anything obstructing his view, his fingers fly to the buttons of your blouse, he undoes them with supernatural speed, parting the fabric and unhooking your bra. He exposes your breasts to the cool air and his heated gaze. "Beautiful~" He murmurs, tracing the curve of one breast with a fingertip. "I want to see them move along with your lower body"
He takes off your underwear in a loving manner and steps in, pressing his hips against yours. He enters you, tt is a smooth, gliding invasion. He fills you completely, the sensation so intense and perfect that your breath hitches in a high, sweet sound. "Oh..." You gasp, your eyes rolling back. "Yes..." Sebastian groans, his hands gripping the edge of the desk to anchor his thrusts. "Perfect, the fit is... mathematical perfection and it feels so good~"
He begins to move, he sets a pace that is rhythmic, deep, and relentless. Thrust, drag, thrust. Because you are lying flat on the hard desk, the impact of his hips ripples through your entire body. Sebastian lifts his head to watch, with every deep thrust, your small, well-shaped breasts bounce. They jiggle with a mesmerizing, perfect cadence, the motion soft and hypnotic. He is entranced, he reaches out a hand to cup one as it moves, squeezing it gently in time with his thrusts. "Look at the physics" He whispers, his voice thick with lust and amusement, his cheeks flushed red, clearly enjoying himself so very much right now. "Bouncing for me, dancing to my rhythm, you look absolutely delectable my lovely mate" Sebastian closes his eyes and smiles in pleasure and ecstasy.
The pleasure is building too fast. It is the best you have ever felt, a combination of the illicit location, his size, and the overwhelming love pouring through the bond. You instinctively curl inward, you bring your hands up, your fists clenching tight right next to your flushed cheeks. You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip, looking like a overwhelmed, precious shaking doll.
Sebastian sees this, It breaks him. "Your hands" He chokes out, a laugh bubbling up under the groan. "Curled up like a sleeping kitten, you are trying to hold onto yourself, aren't you?" He leans down, covering your body with his. He kisses your clenched fists, then kisses your cheeks right next to them as he takes your tight firsts to both his hands. "Don't hide little one" He murmurs into your ear, driving deeper, hitting that sweet spot with unerring accuracy. "Let go for me, please. Show your professor what you learnt today!"
The chemistry in the room is explosive. It isn't just sex, it is a fusion of souls in a forbidden place. With closed eyes you are moaning loudly now, uncaring of the hallway, Sebastian is moaning with you joyfully, a low, constant rumble of contentment with his cheek pressing against yours, his hot breath hiting your neck with every thrust. He isn't just relieving tension, he is making love to you with a ferocity that shakes the desk legs against the floor. The bouncing, the friction, and his voice in your ear push you over, you shatter harshly Sebastian follows you instantly, he grinds his hips into yours, pinning you to the wood, pouring himself into you with a shuddering roar that he barely stifles against your neck. He is so very grateful that no one heard you dirty late night activities.
He collapses on top of you, careful to take his weight on his elbows. He is panting, his hair sticking to his forehead, looking thoroughly, happily wrecked. He kisses your nose, he gently uncurls your fists, kissing your palms and signs out in satisfaction. "Well that was one hell of a private lesson with your professor, don't you think my love?" He questions playfully, smiling down to your still panting form. "Though I believe...that marvelous performance deserves full marks, the best sex we ever had so far"
Sebastian lingers over your lips in a making out session, savoring the taste of your shared breath for a moment longer before pulling back. He stands, adjusting his attire and puts back his glasses, he is wearing the long, flowing black academic gown of a Housemaster. He opens the heavy fabric like a pair of wings. "Come here" He whispers, lifting your exhausted, boneless body into his arms. "Let's get you back to your dorm, you need your beauty night rest my wrecked queen"
He wraps the heavy folds of the gown around you, you are pressed against his chest, your legs wrapped around his waist, completely concealed by the black wool. To any student passing by in the dim corridors, he simply looks like a broad-shouldered professor walking with his hands clasped inside his sleeves (while actually supporting your bottom).
He moves through the corridors of Weston College, you can hear the muffled sounds of students talking in the dorms, footsteps echoing on stone. Sebastian’s heart beats steady and slow against your ear. He kisses the top of your head through the fabric, a secret reassurance. "Silent as a mouse" He breathes against the top of your head.
He slips into your private room, a privilege he secured for you and locks the door. He unveils you, letting the robe fall open, you tumble onto your bed, messy and sleepy. He peels the rest of your disheveled uniform off. He treats it with care, folding it even though it’s dirty, simply because it touched you. He opens your wardrobe, he lays out a fresh shirt, a pressed skirt, and polished shoes for the morning. "You will wake up, and everything will be ready" He turns back to you, you are naked on the sheets, sticky and tired. He kneels at the foot of the bed. "One last duty" He whispers, spreading your legs gently. "I cannot leave you untended"
He spends exactly ten minutes cleaning you with long, broad, soothing licks of his tongue. He cleans your inner thighs, the sensitive folds of your pussy. He finds a slow, lulling rhythm on your clitoris, he isn't trying to make you scream, he is trying to make you melt. Sebastian coaxes one final, soft, shuddering release out of you, it feels like a warm wave washing you out to sea. You drift into sleep as the pleasure hits you softly. When you are clean and spent, he presses his lips firmly against your vulva. Smack, a final, loving kiss to say goodnight to the part of you he loves so very much. "Goodnight, my pretty flower" He whispers against your skin.
He crawls up the bed and pulls the blankets up, tucking them tight around your shoulders, smoothing the hair from your face. He lingers, looking down at you fondly. "Sleep well, my scholar" He murmurs, kissing your forehead. "I will be listening from down the hall. If you need me...just whisper my name" He vanishes into the shadows, leaving you clean, prepared, and perfectly loved.
The morning sun streams through the high, gothic windows of the Sapphire Owl classroom, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The room smells of chalk, old parchment, and the faint, underlying scent of Earl Grey tea. You are sitting at your desk, your uniform pristine (thanks to Sebastian), your pens aligned perfectly (thanks to him as well). You feel a pleasant, heavy ache in your muscles, a secret reminder of being pressed against his desk and carried through the halls the night before.
Professor Michaelis enters, he strides to the chalkboard, his black academic gown billowing behind him like wings. He turns, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a gloved finger, he looks severe, intellectual, and devastatingly handsome. "Good morning, gentlemen" He says, his voice crisp and projecting to the back of the room, his eyes slide over the rows of boys, disinterested, until they land on you. "And, of course, our lady"
For a fraction of a second, his eyes crinkle at the corners, he doesn't smile fully, but the warmth in his gaze hits you like a physical touch. He is looking at you not as a student, but as the woman he tucked in bed eight hours ago.
He begins the lesson. It is Latin. "Today" He announces, writing on the board in elegant script, "Amor vincit omnia. Love conquers all. A cliché, perhaps. But effective" While everyone writes down to their books, including you, he walks down the aisle between the desks, his boots tapping rhythmically against the floorboards. Tap... tap... tap. The sound triggers a flash of memory, the wet slapping rhythm of his hips from last night along with your shared loud moans. Your cheeks flush, looking down at your notes.
He stops at your desk, the air around you grows hotter as his shadow falls over your paper. "How is your translation coming along?" He asks, his voice dropping to a volume that is professional but intimate. Sebastian leans down, placing one hand on the corner of your desk. He isn't looking at your paper, he is looking at the collar of your shirt, checking to make sure the love bite he left on your neck is properly covered. He leans in as if to correct a word. "You look well rested" He murmurs, his breath tickling your ear, invisible to the rest of the class. "I trust the...evening tutorials were effective?"
You nod, unable to speak, your face burning. He straightens up, looking satisfied. He taps your notebook with a gloved finger. "Excellent work. See me after class to collect your...revised schedule"
Prince Soma, sitting next to you, whispers loudly. "He is so strict! Why is he hovering over you? Do you need me to defend you?" Sebastian demonic ears hears this, he doesn't turn around, he just smirks at the chalkboard. "Prince Soma" He calls out effortlessly. "Unless you wish to translate the next stanza, I suggest you focus on your own paper. The lady is doing perfectly fine"
Professor Michaelis returns to the front of the classroom, as he lectures, his eyes keep flicking back to you. Every time you catch his gaze, he touches his lips or adjusts his glasses small, secret signals that sends dirty promising signals for the following night's private session in more exercising hard work for you in order to get top marks, though something in your mind tells you that you won't disappoint him. Not tonight, not ever. For you are and will always be professor Michaelis's absolute favorite, and for a good reason.
