Mr. Chase (Teaser)
pairing: professor!adrian chase x afab!reader tags: 18+ ONLY! MDNI, college AU, blow jobs, oral sex, classroom sex, full tag list on ao3 full word count: 9,410 (teaser 776) a/n: this is a teaser for my full fic, Mr. Chase on ao3. full version is linked. happy reading! (also, thank you @v4mptress for the gorgeous banner!!!) ^_^
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“How long have you wanted to do this—touch me, ‘n stuff…?” Adrian asks you softly.
You pull his twitching cock from your mouth to answer while continuously jerking him off all the way up and down. “Well, I thought you were hot from the moment I saw you, but I didn’t start getting wet when you’d lower your voice all sexy-like when you’d get mad at me until, like, four weeks in? So around a month. When did you start stalking me?”
Adrian runs his fingers through your hair with a gentle touch. Avoiding the question, he asks, “You said I could do whatever I want to you, right?”
“Yeah,” you cautiously reply as you feel him grip the hair on the top of your scalp, “as long as it isn’t weird. I- GLAUGhk!”
Adrian roughly shoves his thick cock down your throat faster than you can think. You gag.
“Hmm, that means I can shut you up whenever I want…” He finally smiles. “I might actually enjoy this.”
His hand rests on your head with digits threaded through your hair, and the warmth emitting from his palm releases tension from your shoulders. He waits while you catch your breath as you recover from choking around him—you hastily breathe in and out through your nose while your mouth is occupied. Once your breathing slows, you feel the handling atop your head gain initiative, and Adrian slowly pushes you onto him, deeper, in a sudden yet welcomed way. Your jaw relaxes and loosens, your lips plump a heavy pout, and you suck him back in as he initiates the movement until you glide together with ease. You return to sucking him like you meant to, and now, he’s helping.
He isn’t quite fucking your mouth. You have a sense of control as he’s letting you perform how you’d like. But his gentle and steady thrusts hint he wants this—that he wants more. Silent breathy grunts puff from his chest: noises of desire and want. It delights you more than you’re capable of expressing. It blesses you with the idea that maybe he’s wanted you for a while.
Adrian continues his subtle rocking of his hips as he asks you some questions, like:
“You know, you’re not too bad at this. Do you practice or something?”
You nod and hum ‘Mm-hm’ in affirmative with him deep in your mouth. The hummed vibrations send his mind through a tizzy. It unlocks the memory of when gazing through your window one night, he just caught the bitter end of you sucking off a toy, being silhouetted by a colorful light in the room. It made him feel uneasy—with discomfort and lustful frustration. But yes, that’s right. You DO practice. And he knows. Too well.
Next question.
“Practiced for this, huh? This how you wanted it? Do you ever touch yourself thinking about me this way?”
You give him the same answer, this time with a whine. He softly moans back at the vibration.
“It’s why you wear those slutty little outfits, right? Just to make my dick twitch and get me to notice?”
You hum and affirm again, and feel sudden frustrating warmth between your legs that begs to let him inside you.
His contact strengthens: his grip tightens and his thrusts command more control. You’re driving each other crazy.
“Well trust me, princess, I’ve noticed,” Adrian grins, poking at you. “It’s hard not to look when your ass hangs out of your skirt like it’s holding on for dear life. The guys in the back of the class always do a double take before you sit down, you know. But I have a feeling you’re not trying to impress them.”
The more he rambles, the more the both of you loosen up. You realize he’s actually thrusting into your throat. And you’re taking it.
His voice becomes rough as sandpaper, like he’s trying to keep himself together or he’ll crumble. “You just want me, huh? You never let anyone else talk because you just want alllll my attention, don’t you? Well, you got it! Happy? I spend every second thinking about what you’re doing when I should be studying for my own examinations like I’m a shrimp and you’re a little PARASITE lodged in my neck, and you got me to WANT you so bad that I’d be willing to take you right here in the middle of my own fucking classroom! Congratulations, ya little bloodsucker! You finally got what you wanted!”
He pulls you off of him, then delivers a command that only existed in your daydreams until today.
“Get up and get on the fucking desk. Now.”
