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My Student (Patrick Stump - Fall Out Boy) (SMUT)

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Y/N

There was really only one class you paid attention to in college and that was Intro to Music 101 taught by the extremely attractive Professor Stump. Every girl in the class swooned at his every word but he never gave them any attention. You started taking the class because you were interested in music theory but quickly developed a little crush on Patrick; he only let you call him by his first name when no one else was around. He couldn’t possibly find you attractive because no guy had ever shown you any attention throughout high school and now in college.

You sit at the front of the class and try to concentrate on taking notes but every now and then Patrick would shoot you little flirtatious winks when the rest of the class would be working on their projects, and he’d sit on your desk and do little things like biting his lip and rubbing his thigh to get your attention. And it worked.

One day he made an excuse to keep you behind because he felt like your project wasn’t developing fast enough. Once the room was empty he ordered you to sit at the piano and play the piece you’d written. With shaky hands you started to play the notes feeling his presence behind you standing over you, which was hard considering the fact he was the same height as you.

“No, you’re not playing it right y/n. Here let me show you.”

Patrick places his hands over yours and guides your fingers to the right keys, he leans down so that when he speaks you feel his breath on your ear making you shiver. If you turned your face slightly you’d come face to face with his.

“You need to let the music guide you y/n. Feel it flow through your body to your core.”

He removes his hands and you let out the breath you’d been holding. You hear him retreat backwards from you and when you turn on the stool he’s sitting on the edge of his desk smirking at you.

“Do you want me y/n?”

You shake your head but bite your lip, he knows the effect he has on you but this is the first time any guy has ever paid you attention so you decide it’s better to play hard to get.

“Not really Patrick, I mean what does a 31 year old man see in a girl my age? Surely you can get women your age to fall for you, or do you like leading on college girls because it makes you feel powerful?”

By this point you’re standing in front of him, he pulls you between his legs and you gasp before slapping his hand away.

“My professor Stump someone’s eager.”

You match his smirk and start to rub your hand along his thigh never once breaking eye contact. His cockiness falters for a second as he drops his facade and let’s out a small moan, were you really turning him on?

“I think the better question is do you want me Patrick?”

He nods and closes his eyes as your hand lingers on his zipper. Little did he know what you had planned next. You quickly remove your hand and dash back to your seat grabbing your bag before walking towards the classroom door. Patrick opens his eyes at the loss of contact and scowls at you.

“It’s not nice to lead people on y/n.”

You shrug your shoulders and blow him a kiss.

“See you tomorrow Patrick.”

PATRICK

“See you tomorrow Patrick.”

Just the way y/n said my name was enough for me to want to bend her over one of the tables and fuck her; there was both innocence and knowing in her tone which intrigued me from day one. y/n wasn’t like the other girls in my class that swooned over me, sure she blushed when I winked at her but she’d never really show me any attention.

I walk over to the window and lean my head against the glass, getting involved with a student was bad but y/n was such a tease earlier and I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. In the courtyard below y/n flew out of the door and nearly collided with another student who caught her before she could fall, I scowled again knowing the jock who was now flirting with her.

He was in my second year class and he was a player and a jerk who used girls and discarded of them when he got bored. y/n looked flustered as he most likely cracked one of his lame jokes. I clench my fist as y/n laughs and he loops his arm through hers before they walk together across the quad. She needed to learn that she was mine and only mine.

Y/N

You didn’t have class with Patrick until three days after your little encounter. You’d bumped into a jock after you fled his classroom and even though this guy was handsome you couldn’t get Patrick off your mind. He had consumed your thoughts and you’d even dreamt about him sexually where he made you call him daddy and you enjoyed it, would it be so bad if something was to happen between the two of you? You shook the thought from your head as you enter his classroom.

It was odd but the entire class he ignored you, no little winks and he chose to sit on another girl’s desk next to yours so his back was to you. Had you done something wrong the other day? If he was going to ignore you then you could do the same to him.

At the end of class you were packing your notebook away when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Expecting it to be another student you turn around but jump at how close Patrick is to you, he grins as you back against your desk.

“Err hi Patrick.”

You try to edge around him feeling slightly nervous as his change in behaviour, he’d been ignoring you five minutes earlier. But he mirrors your move trapping you at your desk.

“Do you want to know what I did three days ago after your pretty little ass fled my classroom y/n?”

You chew your lip and he chuckles deeply before continuing.

“After your little tease I went back to my apartment and masturbated to your image, but there was one little problem y/n. I wanted it to be your hand pumping my length.”

He grabs one of your hands and places it on his crotch where you can feel a slight bulge. You want to tell him to stop but something’s stopping you. He starts to guide your hand in circles while never breaking eye contact, you gulp and go to speak but he silences you with a finger.

“But then I remembered seeing you with that jock out of the window, you were laughing at his god awful jokes and you let him touch you. I didn’t think I wanted you that badly y/n but then and there I knew that I needed to show you that you’re mine and only mine baby girl.”

Part of your mind flashes back to your dream where Patrick called you baby girl before he made you call him daddy and he fucked you. You shiver at the memory and remember the amount of pleasure you felt as his fingers trailed across your body and he planted little love bites all over your body marking you as his.

When you zone back in you realise that Patrick had removed his hand from yours and that your body had acted on its own and you’d somehow unzipped his trousers and was palming his now visible boner.

“What exactly is it that you want your baby girl to do daddy.”

The second the d word left your lips something dark flashes behind Patrick’s eyes before he crashes his lips down on yours roughly. You find yourself matching the kiss as he picks you up and places you on the desk.

“Daddy wants his baby girl to suck him, then daddy will pleasure and claim baby girl as his own.”

He detaches his lips from yours and you grin knowingly before sliding off the table and get on your knees in front of him. You pull down his pants and take his length in your hand before you start to pump him slowly, he moans and throws his head back. You open your mouth and take him inside you; you feel his fingers tangle in your hair forcing you to take all of him. You bob up and down quickening the pace while keeping your hand quite slow.

“Fuck y/n. Swallow for me baby girl.”

You taste liquid in your mouth and you swallow before he releases your hair allowing you to pull back and glance up at him. He smirks and scoops you up before positioning you back on the table. You let him slide down your skirt and remove your wet panties exposing you to him.

“Now it’s time to return the favour baby girl, but first we need to take a precaution. We wouldn’t want any students or professors hearing your pretty little moans and screams now would we?”

You shake your head and watch as he removes his tie before he places it in your mouth and ties it around the back of your head gagging you. All you can do is mumble against the gag as Patrick pushes your hair over one shoulder leaving one side of your neck exposed.

“Now I can think of two ways to mark you y/n. One I can do in this very classroom, but the other will require more private quarters.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him in confusion before he brings his lips to your throat and starts kissing you gently, and just like in your dream you feel him bite down on your tender skin no doubt leaving love bites that will remain for days.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you baby girl, hear you scream my name over and over again. But for now I’ll settle for a little foreplay before the main event.”

You moan loudly as he slides two fingers inside your clit and starts to pump in and out, if the gag wasn’t there you were pretty sure everyone would be able to hear you. He continues his attack adding a third finger making your thighs buckle. Upon finding your G-Spot it didn’t take Patrick too long to take you to the edge, you continue to moan against the gag.

“Come for me baby girl.”

You feel the build up and unable to hold it in anymore you release onto his fingers. He slides them out and removes the gag from your mouth before motioning for you to open your mouth. You oblige and lick your juices off his fingers.

“If that’s foreplay daddy then when’s the main event?”

You lean forward and wrap your arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arms around your waist before smirking.

“My place, tonight 9pm. Don’t be late or I might just have to punish you baby girl.”

You nod once before kissing him, he jolts but quickly composes himself before kissing you back. This time more gentle than before. You had a feeling you knew what was going to happen tonight and if Patrick could work you into a mess in the classroom, you could only imagine what he was able to do in his bedroom.

Quality Quotes: Punk
  • “Punk is musical freedom. It’s saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster’s terms, ‘nirvana’ means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that’s pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock.” –Kurt Cobain, Nirvana
  • “To me, punk is about being an individual and going against the grain and standing up and saying 'This is who I am’.” –Joey Ramone, the Ramones
  • “To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It’s freedom.” –Patti Smith
  • “Punk is not just the sound, the music. Punk is a lifestyle.”-Billie Joe Armstrong, Green Day
  • “Questioning anything and everything, to me, is punk rock.” –Henry Rollins, Black Flag
  • “'Punk’ doesn’t mean Mohawks and safety pins. It’s about not conforming.” –Patrick Stump, Fall Out Boy
  • “I don’t think punk ever really dies, because punk rock attitude can never die.” –Billy Idol, Generation X
  • “I never wanted to go back and relive the glory days; I just want to keep moving forward. That’s what I took from punk. Keep going. Don’t look back.”- Paul Simonon, The Clash
  • “When the punk thing came along and I heard my friends saying, I hate these people with the pins in their ears. I said, Thank God, something got their attention.”-Neil Young
  • “I never thought of punk rock as the absolute act of rebellion for the sake of rebellion. There’s a lot of that in there, but for me I think punk rock was always about questioning things and making decisions for yourself, which is a great message to pass on to your kids.” –Mark Hoppus, Blink 182
Fall Out Boy Preference: Where You Go On Holiday.

PATRICK: Greece

PETE: Australia 

ANDY: Barcelona

JOE: Tokyo