Summary: Clarette takes up Professor Harrington’s offer to see him during his office hours.
Rating: NSFW
Words: 3631
Author’s Notes: Beckett roleplaying as a professor? You know there was only one way for this to go. This takes place after “Scarred for Life” and none of the reading material mentioned exists. Thanks to @walkerismychoice for telling me to go forth with the idea (great minds think alike) and getting me out of my writer’s block! Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.
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“Clarette, you’re absolutely ridiculous, you know that?” Shreya laughed while putting the final touch of lip gloss on her roommate. Taking a step back, she admired her handiwork in helping execute her best friend’s plan, as asinine as it was.
Clarette looked at herself in the mirror, smiling widely. “We’re supposed to have a study date, and knowing Beckett, he’s been studying all day. I’m just deciding to give him a break the rest of the night. Beckett’s not even going to know what hit him.” Turning to Shreya, both girls gave each other air kisses on each cheek. “Thanks for helping me out, as always.”
“What is a best friend for if not to help her bestie get laid? Go forth, have all the great sex! But don’t tell me about it. The last thing I need is a visual of Beckett every time I see him.” She scrunched her face, shaking her head. “I really feel for Atlas, that poor girl. No wonder she had reservations about staying here.”
“It wasn’t my fault, I swear!” Clarette threw her hands up in an exaggerated manner just as her twin walked through the door.
“What did you do this time, huh, Clarette?” Atlas asked, before looking at her sister. One glance at Clarette’s outfit told her all she needed to know. “You know what? I’m not even going to ask. Just as long as you and Harrington are doing God knows what away from me.” With that, she stalked into the room and shut the door behind her.
Shreya started giggling uncontrollably at Atlas’ ornery tone while ushering Clarette towards the exit.
“Wait! By the way, you don’t happen to have a raspberry lollipop, do you?”
The socialite grabbed her Gucci Dionysus purse, rummaging through the contents. “Et Voila, une sucette framboise pour vous!” She brandished a fancy French lollipop, the wrapper magically undoing itself.
Clarette put the candy in her mouth, laughing. “This isn’t the only thing going in my mouth tonight!”
Shreya made a face while pushing her out of the common room door. “One, that was TMI. Two, I’ll see you in the morning.” She gave a quick wink and a grin before closing the door.
Clarette cackled to herself as she walked through the unusually quiet hallways of the dormitory, counting her lucky stars that the corridors were empty as she made the quick trek to Beckett’s suite. The normally two minute walk felt like ten, especially in the custom, five inch Mary Jane Manolo Blahniks that currently adorned her feet, thanks to Shreya’s connections. Arriving at his suite, she took a deep breath as she knocked on the door, sticking the piece of candy back in her mouth.
“Just a minute!” Beckett’s rich tenor called out from the other side, accompanied by various shuffling of papers and books closing. His footsteps neared before the heavy door swung wide open. “Clarette, you’re earl-“ The smile he wore disappeared; instead, surprise was written all over his face as his jaw hung agape, his eyes going wide as he took in her appearance.
His gaze started from her feet and traveled up her long legs, which were elongated by the high heels. He unconsciously licked his lips while making his way further up, the short, pleated, plaid skirt she wore barely covering her ass. The skirt sat low on her hips, her flat midriff on display below the knot of a tight, white button down shirt. The shirt itself only had two buttons done, her cleavage on display for him and him alone.
Clarette took the lolli out of her mouth with an accentuated pop, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Good evening, Professor Harrington,” she smiled coquettishly, “I’m glad to have caught you during your office hours. I’m extremely interested in discussing the dream hexes you mentioned during the first week and what I can do to raise my grade. If we have time, if you could possibly help with Metal Theory, as well.”
Beckett pulled her in quickly, double locking the door behind them. “Clarette, what are you doing? Did anyone see you on your way here?”
Ignoring his questions, she leaned over the table inspecting the books strewn about, making sure he got a good view of her behind. “Rinaldi’s Deciphering the Akashic Code: Unlocking the Magick of the Seed Crystal.” She looked over her shoulder at him, shooting him an innocent smile. “Sounds exhilarating.”
He gulped, trying his hardest to not stare at everything she had on display. He found his mouth dry as he attempted to speak, his voice a little rougher than it was not even two minutes earlier. Clearing his throat, he responded as evenly possible. “Yes, it is quite fascinating, actually. The different distances between the striations are slowly being translated… and hold on, if you follow me, I’ll just show you.”
She trailed him into the room as he picked up a tapered quartz with multiple markings on each side. She couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm over his studies. He turned around, placing the crystal in her hands while closing his hands over hers.
“Can you feel that? The ridges?” He beamed as their fingers glided over the markings.
Nodding, she was overtaken with the sense of Magick that was held within. “What else can you teach me about these?” She asked with sincerity.
He smiled softly, taking the crystal back. “These also are highly vibrational and can sometimes cause a warm tingling sensation or trigger lightheadedness. Would you like a demonstration?”
Clarette found herself short of breath in anticipation. He ran the stone up her arm, barely touching her, yet her skin felt afire wherever Beckett had grazed over it. He then ghosted it over her neck, her skin becoming warm and sensitive as the crystal reacted with her innate Magick. Bending over, he kissed her neck soothingly, causing a gasp to escape her. She closed her eyes, feeling lightheaded. She wasn’t sure if it was the crystal’s effects or Beckett himself.
He pulled away abruptly, placing the stone on his desk. Biting the inside of his cheek, he took a moment to think about how he wanted to continue the charade. Smiling to himself, he thought, ‘If this is how she’s going to play this, then game on.’
“Ms. LeFleur, I apologize. It was terribly improper of me to demonstrate the physical properties of these minerals.” He turned around, crossing his arms while he leaned on the desk, fighting the quirk on his lips.
Clarette regained her bearings upon hearing the playful smile in his tone. She took a few steps forward, brushing against him while leaning over to throw the remainder of the lollipop into the disappearing trash bin next to the desk.
“There’s no need to apologize, Professor,” her voice dropped seductively. “I am very interested in learning about all the physical aspects that you have knowledge of.”
Beckett groaned as she pressed her body into his, the softness of her curves a stark contrast to the hard planes of his. He found himself completely intoxicated with her and he wasn’t sure what turned him on more; the physical stimulation with how she looked or her mental stimulation with the questions about his research.
His hands encircled her waist, dropping slightly to squeeze her tight ass, bringing her closer. He lowered his face to hers after she snaked her arms around his neck, her plump lips beckoning him.
Their lips lightly brushed against one another, before she pulled away slightly, a sly smile gracing her features. “Why Professor, is that a rock in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”
Beckett couldn’t help but chuckle at her bad joke, before placing his lips on hers heatedly. “You have no idea how happy I am to see my favorite pupil.”
“Hmmm. I really hope you mean your only pupil.” She sucked at his pulse point, lightly nipping at the skin while her hand traveled south, squeezing him through his pants.
He groaned in her ear, shuddering at her touch. “Yes, Ms. LeFleur; you are correct yet again. You are my favorite and only pupil.” He felt her grin after leaving a mark on his neck.
“Good. You should know by now, I don’t like sharing.” She took two steps back, taking his hands in hers while she pulled him off the desk, switching positions. “Now, Professor,” she pushed him playfully into the desk’s accompanying chair, “I’m sure you know by now, I’m not doing that well in Metal Theory. Everything is just so hard and rigid. Is there anything I can do to get it up?” She sat on his lap, straddling him. “Though I think getting it up is definitely the least of your worries.”
Beckett was lost in the moment as Clarette kissed him deeply, their tongues intertwining. She enveloped him in her arms, one hand gently scratching the nape of his neck while he pulled her closer. A moan reverberated through him as he recognized the flavor the candy left behind.
“You taste like raspberries,” he mused, sucking on her neck.
“I thought you would appreciate my ability to recall details. If I had more time, I would have grabbed you that cake you like so much for a few extra points.” She rolled her hips forward while running a hand through his hair. “But maybe you can think of something better for extra credit.”
“Yes, I believe that can be arranged,” he murmured, their mouths connecting once more. His hands wandered up her thighs, stroking the smooth skin now exposed thanks to the skirt that had ridden up dangerously high. “But first, you asked about Metal Theory,” he groaned, his erection pressing into her. He could feel her heat through his trousers as she grinded against him and this was taking all of his composure to not give into her immediately. He trailed a pathway with his lips, from her neck to her bosom, smirking in satisfaction when she sighed in pleasure. “The first lesson, to master metal, is that you must become comfortable with it. Hold it. Be one with it.”
Clarette leaned back, slowly unbuttoning his slate grey shirt, letting her nails trace over his chest and abs; watching his muscles involuntarily flex under her touch was something she would never tire of. “Is there a way you prefer me to master your metal?” she grinned coyly, preferring to undo his belt buckle the old fashioned way instead of using her second attunement.
Beckett’s breath caught as she unzipped his pants tantalizingly slow, freeing him from the constraints of his trousers and underwear. He swallowed as she ran her fingers down his length, before she climbed off of him and got down on her knees in front of him. His eyes flared with desire and his heart rate skyrocketed seeing her in this position.
Placing her palms on his thighs, she massaged them lightly and leisurely moved up his legs, only to purposely avoid around his erect member. She could see him holding his breath with expectation for her next move. Glancing up at him through her lashes, her eyes twinkled with mischief before she placed a hand on his abs, trailing them lower in an unhurried fashion.
“Is this what you had in mind when you said to hold it?” she smiled, wrapping her fingers around his swollen shaft.
Beckett nodded in confirmation, his jaw going slack as he watched her lick the underside of his massive cock, from base to tip. He let out a shaky breath as she swirled her tongue around his head, licking the precum off before placing a gentle kiss on him.
Not wasting another moment, Clarette took him into her mouth, the action nearly making his hips buck forward. His eyes closed and his head lolled back in enjoyment while she worked him up and down. Feeling her free hand once again on his torso, he opened his eyes to look at her, placing his hand over hers and giving a gentle squeeze in appreciation.
She smiled up at him after she removed him from her mouth, one hand still firmly around his shaft. Making her way further down, she held eye contact as she licked his balls, then proceeded to take each one into her mouth, tenderly tonguing both of them.
“Clarette, you’re marvelous,” he uttered breathlessly.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Professor Harrington,” she smiled, getting up and kissing him fiercely.
The kiss was over all too soon and Beckett groaned in disappointment as she pulled away. He watched her intently, his gaze raking her body as she walked back to the desk. Turning around, she gave him a playful smile before hopping up to sit with her legs crossed on the wooden furniture.
“I checked out the books you recommended, but I don’t think they can help me with what I want to know about dream hexes. I hope you’ll be able to help me with my current dilemma.”
He swallowed thickly. “Please, do go on, Ms. LeFleur.”
“You see, I have this recurring dream,” she started, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, the garment falling open to reveal her black, lace bra. “And you’re always in it, Professor.” She uncrossed her legs, spreading her knees so he had a clear view of her.
Beckett’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped simultaneously. “My god, Clarette, you – you’re not wearing anything under there.” His hand went to his still hard dick, squeezing himself. Licking his lips, his eyes roamed her body, eventually settling on the sight of her glistening slit. He started stroking his manhood, trying to stave off the instinct of needing to bury himself in her.
She continued on, the only indication that she heard his statement was the teasing smile that appeared on her face. “And they always make me so wet. Can you help me with this? Have I been hexed?” Clarette asked, running a finger down her glistening slit.
He shot out of his chair, discarding his clothes with lightning speed. In seconds, he held her face in his hands, his mouth on hers with unbridled passion. He pulled her shirt off hastily, her bra soon following. All he could think of this instant was being inside her. He nudged her legs apart even further, their bodies in complete contact with his length pressing up against her slickened folds.
They broke for air, their kisses leaving them short of breath. She placed a light kiss on the corner of his mouth before sharing a heated gaze with him.
“I need you in me, Beckett.”
He reached down and took his cock in hand, rubbing it over her dripping sex and spreading her juices over himself. Positioning his head at her entrance, he took her with one swift movement, her tight core invaded by his swollen member.
“Beckett!” she screamed his name in pleasure as his thickness filled her completely to the brim.
“Fuck, Clarette, you feel so good,” Beckett exhaled sharply, loving the sensation of her surrounding him. He started pumping in earnest, hooking his arms under her legs to go deeper still.
She found herself panting hard with every thrust of his, her body completely at the mercy of his tempo. This was as close to him losing control as he had gotten, but she loved the feeling of him pounding into her without abandon. She dug her fingers into his skin, leaving half-moon indentations where her nails had been. Her hands traveled down the expanse of his muscular back until she reached his ass, gripping it tightly as he slammed his rock hard dick into her.
Beckett released his hold on one leg, guiding her to lie back on the desk while never losing pace. Her hands moved from his backside and up his broad chest, reveling in the muscle under her fingertips, before wrapping around his neck.
Cradling her head, his fingers tangled in her dark, silky hair as their mouths found one another. His other hand made its way up her supple skin with a confident touch until he reached her chest, where he kneaded her breast before rolling the hardened bud between his fingers.
Her head fell back against the desk as she cried out in pleasure, her body arching into his touch. A jolt of electricity shot through her when she felt his mouth over her nipple, his teeth gently grazing against the sensitive nub. It was immediately followed by the soothing lap of his tongue before he moved his attentions to her other breast.
Clarette could feel the familiar tingle coursing through her veins as Beckett fucked her mercilessly. She wrapped her legs around his back, letting him drive further into her than before. “God, Beckett,“ she moaned in his ear as her arms found their way back around his neck. “Right there. Please don’t stop.”
Those words were all he needed to hear. He turned his head, capturing her lips with a bruising kiss that left her whimpering into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he closed his eyes and buried his head in her shoulder, increasing his speed. All he could focus on was her in his arms and the frantic rhythm they were in; their sweat laden bodies pressed together leaving no space between them.
The metal hangers in his closet rattled and the hinges on the door creaked but they went unnoticed as Clarette started to glow, her peak quickly approaching. She held him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him as he made her his over and over again.
Beckett felt her body tensing, knowing she was so close to her release. He opened his eyes, gently placing a kiss under her ear before slightly pulling back and locking eyes with her.
“Come for me, Clarette.”
Clarette’s brows scrunched as she pulled him down for a kiss with the intensity of the sun, her entire being feeling alight. Her lids fluttered shut as he continued his unrelenting pace, each thrust resonating straight to her core. Beckett hooked his arms under her legs once more, raising her hips and giving him even more access than before. She felt her energy blossom within herself, the heat from her body radiating all the way to her limbs as he went deeper, faster, and harder with each stroke. The feel of him filling her brought her to the brink, her figure tensing before she cried his name out in ecstasy.
Beckett gave her his all, his desire to bring her to climax first trumping his own need. He continued pumping in and out, his big cock hitting her spot repeatedly and within moments, she became undone. Her pussy deliciously squeezed his throbbing member and as her walls pulsated around him, he reached his breaking point. His thrusts grew sloppy as he submerged himself in her center, the stirring in his balls spurring him forward. He came hard, emptying himself in her with one final thrust.
Slumping over with exhaustion, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths intermingling as they both slowly descended from their high. He closed his lids, relishing the closeness they were currently sharing.
After a few moments of gathering himself, he opened his eyes to find her smiling at him, a satiated look on her face as her golden sheen slowly dimmed. They kissed tenderly as he pulled out of her and carried her to the bed, laying her down with the utmost care. He climbed in after, drawing her to him, her head on his chest while listening to his steadying heartbeat.
Clarette brushed her lips over his heart, snuggling closer while his arm tightened around her. “That… that was fun,” she purred. “I didn’t know if you had it in you to play along.”
“How many times must I tell you not to underestimate me?” His laughter rumbled in his chest. “Besides, I take my role as professor very seriously.”
“I can tell,” she tittered, propping herself up to look at him. “So tell me, Professor, did I pass the class?”
Beckett cupped her face and caressed her cheek, smiling, “You…” he interrupted himself as he brought her down for a kiss, “You pass with flying colors, Ms. LeFleur.”
“I knew I would,” she laid back down against him, the amusement evident in her voice. “I am the current Attuned Uranus Award winner, you know.”
He shook his head, his mouth curved upwards. “You might as well learn the correct name right now because I’m going to win that award this year.”
“I’d like to see you try, Harrington. You know that award is mine,” she giggled, burrowing into his nook.
“Oh and now you’re challenging me?” He glanced down at her, a defying smirk on his face. “I’m not one to back down from a challenge.”
“I would never expect you to, Beckett. I know I already told you, but I like you just the way you are.” She sighed contentedly, tiredness slowly seeping in.
Beckett felt like he was going to explode with joy with her in his arms and knowing she liked him for who he really was. He closed his eyes with a smile on his face, on the verge of falling asleep until something she said earlier stuck out in his thoughts. “Clarette?”
“Mmmm?” She replied sleepily.
“…Are you really doing poorly in Metal Theory?”
Clarette’s eyes snapped open as she started to snicker. “I’m doing fine in it Beckett, don’t worry. Although we can definitely revisit today’s lesson if I ever need tutoring.”
“Hmmm, okay I just wanted to make sure.” He kissed the top of her head, drowsiness hitting him once again. “And next time, maybe I’ll even let you be the professor.”