✾ Sorority Blue: Dumb Blonde ✾ (Patreon)

Pairings: Dove Cameron/Reader

Summary: Dove misses her favorite professor and she's not afraid to act dumb to get her way with her again. 3rd POV.

Content: Student-teacher relationship, Older!Reader, age gap, public teasing, implied infidelity, strap-on sex, sex toys (use of vibrator), overstimulation, squirting, dumbification, brief mention of after care.

Being on campus feels so bleak these days. It's been rainy and pretty chilly, which made Dove look out of place with her outfit. She was always going to wear something pink and bubbly every Thursday for her class at noon. Some looked at her like she was crazy, like her three roommates in the sorority dorm, but it wasn’t her aim to please anyone but one person. She did receive a few glances of admiration (and lust) but once again, it wasn’t of concern to her.

Her class was on the other side of campus which made the walk hard to bear, but it was worth it once she felt the warm blast of heat as she walked into the building.

Dove doesn’t particularly care for literature in the 19th century. She only took it to fulfill a requirement, but it quickly became her favorite class just after a week of the semester starting. And as time passed, her outfits to the class became much more revealing. Her classmates wondered why she was so dressed up for a class most thought was drawn out and boring, but none of them had a clue that she was fucking the professor by the second week of classes. Dove thought it was obvious from the way she would bat her lashes at her professor, how she wore low cut tops and sat in the very front of class, and how she would stay after class for “extra help.” Everyone was oblivious to it; the only ones who knew were Dove and professor Y/l/n.

But, the fun didn’t last for long because around midterms professor Y/l/n cut their relationship short. Dove was confused and upset because she thought everything was going great. She was so caught up in the thrill of it all that she didn’t realize her professor was having a moral dilemma about sleeping with a student. If it felt good for Dove, why didn’t it feel good for professor Y/l/n?

She was doing her best to capture her attention once again. Dove asked the stupidest questions in class just to get the professor’s attention. She received a few snickers from her classmates whenever the question would fly out of her mouth. It would be the most basic question that was answered a unit or two ago, but Dove would act like she simply forgot. Her professor would let out a small sigh when she saw Dove’s hand go flying up in the air, but she always answered her question; she’d be a bad teacher if she didn’t.

It was nearly like this for all of class; professor Y/l/n would introduce a new topic and immediately Dove would have a question about the last one. She had a habit of bending over while she asked her question, her tits nearly spilling out of her top. She did everything to bite back a smile when she saw professor Y/l/n’s eyes going straight to her tits. They spent a lot of time together with the professor’s mouth slobbering all over her tits. It was a shameful memory for professor Y/l/n who was becoming increasingly distracted by Dove’s antics. Lucky for her though the class ended without a hiccup or anyone noticing.

She was ready to head to lunch and prepare for her next class that occurs in two hours, but of course she recognized the silhouette of the blonde walking up to her.

“Professor?” Dove asks in a small voice. She stands there looking fragile and scared when that’s the opposite of how she feels inside. She’s not stupid, she knows how to drum up sympathy for her own advantage.

“Yes, Dove?”

“I really need your help,” she tried to make her voice sound whiny, trying to show professor Y/l/n that she was so destitute. “I’m not understanding this unit and really, really I can’t afford to fail this class. If my grades dip then I’ll get kicked out of the sorority and you know how important it is to me!”

Y/n was over it. She could see through the fake tears welling in Dove’s eyes, but a part of her wondered if it wasn’t an act. Dove’s grades had been slipping and there is no way to determine if it was on purpose or due to Dove’s shortcomings. This unit was particularly hard and Y/n has seen a drop in grades from nearly all of her students, not just Dove.

Y/n looked around the room to make sure it was completely cleared out before looking back at the blonde before her.

“What are you struggling with?” She’s struggling with moving on from this ‘situationship’.

“I’m struggling with Wuthering Heights. It’s just hard to read and I don’t know why. I’m not saying it’s bad, it’s just…difficult.”

Dove wasn’t reading Wuthering Heights, she was listening to it on her kindle while doing ten other things which explains why she’s not getting it. She’s resorted to watching YouTube explanations and scouring the internet for chapter summaries, but professor Y/l/n was specific with some of the questions on the homework that it forced every student to read and truly understand the book. It’s probably overwhelming for all of her students, Y/n admits, but she just isn’t so sure about Dove’s true intentions.

“Well, we can meet for office hours-“

“Do you think we can meet at our usual spot? I just feel like I learned a lot when we met there.”

“Fine.”

-

Dove thought it would take more for her professor to cave to her wishes (it wasn’t that hard when she had her tits right in professor Y/l/n’s face), but she figures that she’s not the only one missing what they had. She can’t call it a relationship because they were only fucking each other, but she enjoyed her time so much. It wasn’t purely sexual as she did receive some actual tutoring from her professor, it was just that the main focus of their encounters were pleasure, not 19th century literature.

“Come in.”

Y/n ushered Dove into her house quickly so no one could see her. She lived dangerously close to campus to be doing this. The book bag and baby face would give it away that she’s a college student. Y/n’s life would be ruined if someone spotted Dove coming into her house.

“Thank you for letting me come over. I focus better when I’m here.”

“Sure.”

Y/n can recall the times Dove has been here and they’ve probably spent a total of ten minutes actually going over the literature. The rest of the time was spent taking each other’s clothes off and kissing every inch of each other’s body. It was something Y/n thought about ever since calling a quits. Now, here she is with Dove back in her living room and it is highly unlikely that Y/n will be helping her understand the ins-and-outs of Wuthering Heights.

“It’s so cold out today. Why were you wearing such a short dress in class today?”

“Hmm, just because. Sometimes I like to get dressed up. That’s what sorority girls do ya’ know.”

Y/n often teased Dove about being such a stereotypical preppy blonde, similar to the sorority girls Y/n had known when she was Dove’s age. Dove would poke back Y/n, saying that she was sleeping with one of those “stereotypical” girls. Y/n wasn’t able to argue back because it was true. She doesn’t know why she gave into Dove’s advances. She has had plenty of students flirt with her before but she remained professional. Most people do it to raise their grades or fulfill some fantasy; Dove fits more into the latter category because her grades weren’t bad at all when she came to Y/n’s office for office hours. The blonde was curious and wanted to have some fun.

“Anyway, can we get started on Wuthering Heights? I really don’t understand it-“

“You don’t need help, Dove.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t come here for help. You google your answers anyway. Just a tip, don’t use the first link you find on google if you’re going to cheat. Be smarter than that.”

Dove’s cheeks turned pink when at the revelation that she had been caught. She isn’t the only one in the class who cheats but it was stupid of her to do so when she’s so close to Y/n.

“I’m not stupid Dove, you know much doesn’t get past me either. Now I wish you’d drop the act.”

The facade had begun to weaken, but it wasn’t very strong to begin with. Anyone with knowledge of the situation would know that Dove is trying to act oblivious to get laid.

“Are you going to continue playing stupid to get what you want?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

That pout on her face almost seems genuine — almost. Y/n knows better than to fall for the stupid, little games she’s playing at. So why is she contemplating engaging with her? Dove looks awfully cute in that dress and Y/n feels the urge to fuck up her perfect make-up. She’s kissed those perfectly glossed lips before and she wants to do it again.

“Nothing…you’re just really pretty, Dove. That’s all.”

“Really? You think so?” She bats her lashes and watches Y/n as she begins to sweat because their bodies are much closer now. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Gorgeous,” Y/n admits.

Dove feels herself getting wet between her legs. She doesn’t know if she’s more turned on from putting Y/n under her spell again, or from the way she’s looking at her. She’s eyeing her like a piece of meat but Dove isn’t wearing this tight dress for nothing.

“Well if you think I’m so gorgeous, why don’t you fuck me?”

Her wide eyes are so innocent compared to her filthy mouth. Y/n wants to give in so bad, but she isn’t exactly available. Dove knows the uncomfortable truth that Y/n cut their relationship short for more reasons than Dove being her student; Y/n isn’t exactly single right now. However, she’s not necessarily in an exclusive relationship either which is why Dove is playing at her right now and she’s playing a tough game.

“I thought you liked me, Y/n.”

“I do baby. I do, don’t pout,” she grabs her waist and gets even closer to her, finding herself only wanting to please her. Y/n opens her mouth but no words come out. Both of them are so turned on right now that they can’t say no to each other.

“Can you prove it to me then? You call me baby yet you don’t want to fuck me.”

“Is that what you want, pretty? For me to fuck you?” She presses her thumb into Dove’s soft, pink bottom lip. “Want me to fuck you?” Dove nods her head in response. “Lets go upstairs then.”

Dove is practically bouncing on the way up to Y/n’s room. Her pussy gets wetter with each step and her body is buzzing. Y/n can feel Dove’s excitement bubbling over and it’s affecting her too. It’s been so long since she’s fucked a pretty girl and she needs to see Y/n spread out on her bed naked for her.

“Wow, professor Y/l/n, your room is a mess,” she quips once she steps inside. She plops down on her bed, a place she’s never been before but has fantasized about so much. The bedroom was always off limits, Y/n insisted. Usually her and Dove hooked up on the couch, but there was no reason to be so cagey anymore.

“It’s a mess because I have to grade the papers of unruly students like you,” she jokes.

“Don’t say that,” Dove looks away from her as her cheeks burn once again. Y/n’s eyes are glued to the figure now sitting on her bed, and Dove can feel that heavy gaze she always seems to have on her.

“Spread those legs for me girl.”

Her voice is strong, very commanding; it makes Dove even wetter. Before they began their tryst she would fantasize about Y/n’s voice while sitting in her lectures. Her voice was like a velvet she wanted to lay all over herself

“You know you looks pretty like this baby. You’re right where you belong.”

Each step Y/n takes closer to Dove makes her heart beat louder and faster. Dove squeezes her thighs together as if she doesn’t want Y/n to pry them open like she always does. She holds her breath when Y/n comes between her legs that hang off the bed. The way Y/n touches her is firmly implanted in her mind, Dove isn’t sure that any other woman will compare to Y/n.

“Gorgeous,” she whispers to herself. “Move up higher on the bed,” she continues, this time her voice louder.

Dove is quick to obey. She plays games with this woman all the time; flashing her panties during a lecture and bending over so she can see her tits in whatever dress she’s wearing. However she’s not the real owner of power in this relationship. She looks up at Y/n with a mix of admiration and desire. Her feelings for her aren’t completely sexual even though she spends most of her time underneath Y/n. Things couldn’t be any other way and Dove isn’t even sure if she wants it to change. She has feelings for Y/n, but she’ll never do it to her face. Instead she’ll let the lust consume her like always.

Y/n finds her way between her legs and on top of Dove, pressing nearly all of her weight onto her body. Dove loves the feeling of sinking into her bed. Y/n was hesitant to allow Dove to come over to her house at first. She was breaking the boundary she try to reform again. She is a teacher and Dove is a student. Just because she’s of age and in her 20s doesn’t make it much better; there is still the power imbalance. But, committing this act together has never been so fun.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she admits as her hands move under Dove’s skirt. Her skin feels so good against her hand. Dove’s perfume fills her nose as she leans in. The scent is so burned into her brain that sometimes Y/n smells it when Dove is not even there. She kisses her cheek and feels just how warm Dove’s skin is.

Dove moans when Y/n’s lips trail down her face, to her jawline, and all the way to her neck. Her kisses are ticklish and force a smile onto Dove’s face.

“That feels so good,” she whines innocently as she wiggles against the weight of Y/n’s body. Dove just wants to be fucked by her already. Too many nights has she spent alone thinking about her fucking her pussy again. She thought about it while walking from class to class, during said classes, and almost all of the time. The thoughts of Y/n, her older professor, handling her made her flushed and feeling dirty.

She starts to play with Y/n’s zipper before strong hands force her to stop.

“Stop.”

“But-“

“No,” she pulls her face out of Dove’s neck just to stare her down, “you cam here to get fucked by me. You’re not calling the shots here.”

“But I want to make you feel good too,” she pouts. She hopes those doe eyes and pretty lips would soften Y/n up. It would be so hot to have that mouth on her, but Y/n is more set on seeing her eyes well with tears and her make-up running because of getting fucked so hard.

“Just keep your hands to yourself.”

All Dove could do was obey; she does want Y/n to fuck her after all. Y/n’s hands roam her body so sweetly before pulling her panties off. Dove grabs Y/n’s hand and guides it to her pussy. Y/n groans when she feels how drippy her pussy is; her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head. It takes a lot for Y/n to regain her composure after that, but she manages to do it.

“What do you want me to do first? Lick that cute pussy of yours or just get straight to fucking you?”

“Please, I need you inside of me! I want you to fuck me so bad!” She begs. Her voice is angelic compared to her filthy words.

Y/n gets off of her with a smirk on her face. The last time she used her strap was with Dove. She’s sure the blonde has missed it a lot. Her fingers or whatever little vibrator she has doesn’t compare to how good Y/n fucks her and that’s why she’s begging to be fucked now.

A few moments later Y/n has the head positioned at Dove’s opening. It slides in easily due to how wet and dripping the blonde’s cunt is. Dove lets out a sigh as the strap plunges deep into her pink pussy. Y/n takes so much pride in watching her face scrunch up. Already Dove's brain was melting as Y/n began to thrust into her without much other thought. The ridges of the strap brush against Dove’s walls and turn her little whimpers into much louder moans. Dove grabs onto Y/n’s arms until they’re being pushed away. Her eyes close due to the dangerous mix of lust and embarrassment filling her body up. She feels like such a desperate whore for giving it up so easily, but Y/n just makes her feel so good that she can’t help but act like a little slut for her.

Once harsh thrust and the head of the strap pokes at her cervix. Dove cries out loudly at the overwhelming feeling. Y/n slides out only just a little bit before gently bumping the head of her strap against Dove’s cervix again. She then pulls all the way out so the strap was more shallow in her pussy so she can fuck her hard and fast. The sound of Y/n’s headboard hitting the wall was hypnotic and she’s sure the people in the apartment next door will have a complaint for Y/n tomorrow; neither of them care.

Y/n looks down at Dove’s pretty face and is so enamored by the lost look on her face. It’s the perfect time to grab the little vibrator she plopped onto the bed. Dove had no clue until she heard the buzzing. Her pussy nearly pushed the strap out when the vibrator hit her clit.

“Uh uh, be a good girl for me Dovey. This is what you wanted right? My big strap filling up your pussy?”

Dove was too overwhelmed to speak. Y/n laughed at how adorably pathetic she looked as she fucked her and held the vibrator against her sensitive clit. She did all that teasing only to try to tap out so early.

“You’re my dumb little princess — begging for dick that you can’t handle.”

Dove internalized every word Y/n spat at her. If it was some random dickhead she was hooking up with she would be immediately offended but with Y/n it’s so different. Her professor is so straight laced and plain in class but fucks like a pro when it’s just the two of them. Dove loves being the only one who has access to this side of professor Y/l/n.

“I-I can take it,” Dove whimpers weakly.

Y/n almost didn’t believe her but Dove has taken it like a champ for her before. She was hitting her spot while holding the vibrator against her clit and Y/n knows that it’s too much to handle yet Dove is taking it. Y/n looks down and watches how Dove’s juices cover her strap and leaves it a mess. Some of that mess sputters onto her thighs and the cool liquid makes Y/n delirious. She’s the one fucking Dove but this feels so good for her too. Her hips snap against Dove’s now at a faster pace and her nails dig into her hip. The pain and pleasure work together to drag Dove to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whispers, her words broken which adds another struggle for Y/n to hear. From the look on the blonde, it’s not that hard to figure out what she’s going to say.

“What? I can’t hear you princess,” Y/n’s voice takes on a mocking tone.

Dove groans as she has to repeat herself. She’s not too proud to beg but it’s so hard to form any sort of words right now.

“I’m gonna cum!” Her voice is still weak although Y/n understands her much better now.

Y/n turns the vibrator up one more setting and pushes deeper into Dove only for the strap to be pushed out due to the stream of liquid gushing from the Blonde’s pussy. Dove loses control of her entire body as her legs flail around from her squirting orgasm. This isn’t the first time she has done this with Y/n, but it still leaves the professor in shock. Watching Dove reach her total height of pleasuring and knowing that she is the reason why it happened and makes her feel so powerful.

She usually has more sympathy for the blonde, but this time she grabs her legs and pushes the strap back into her dripping cunt. Dove’s voice was snatched away from squirting so hard so her moans came out as burnt out whimpers. It feels incredible, like she’s dead and is in heaven right now. Y/n has a harsh grip on both of her hips and slightly lifts her body off of the bed as she pounds into her. Poor Dove’s pussy didn’t stand a chance with Y/n fucking into like this even after cumming so hard.

“My dumb little slut,” Y/n coos as a blank expression takes over Dove’s face indicating that her student’s brain has gone to mush. Dove wanted to act stupid to get some dick now Y/n has made her stupid.

Y/n feels satisfied with herself and the little fun she had with Dove’s body. She pulls out of her and examines her handy work. There is a puddle on her duvet from Dove squirting on it. She needs to throw it in the wash but she can’t deny that it’s so hot to see. She leans forward and captures Dove’s wet lips. Dove’s brain may not be functioning properly but she knows to move her lips against Y/n’s; it brings her back to reality even though her body is still in that blissful state.

It takes a few minutes to get cleaned up. Y/n wipes the mess between Dove’s leg with a towel, being careful not to touch her sensitive clit.

“That was hot,” Y/n admits as she cleans her up. “I hope you’ll be able to go to class in the morning,” she jokes.

“I’ll…I’ll be fine,” Dove says with a deep sigh. She sits up with all the strength she can muster up. She’s torn between deciding she’s too tired to walk and asking Y/n if she can stay. She has never stayed the night before, she was always gone before midnight and heading back to the sorority dorms, but tonight feels different. “Can I stay here tonight?” she asks sheepishly. She swears she has no hidden agenda; she’s just tired and it’s late.

Y/n sighs, “fine. You can sleep in the bed — I’ll take the couch.” Dove looks completely worn out. It would be irresponsible for Y/n to go back to her dorm in this state. She can stay here for the night, she’ll even let Dove skip a morning class or two. Y/n doesn’t have to go teach until the afternoon so maybe she’ll feel generous and make breakfast for the two of them. It’s the least she can do for fucking her student so hard.

Dove agreed to it although she wanted to sleep in the same bed as Y/n. But, it’s probably best not to muddy the already messy situation they have with each other. The dull ache in her hips she will feel tomorrow will be a reminder enough of the mess they’re in.