Sarah Paulson's Characters - Oneshots

Diane's Dilemma (2) 🔞

Ship: Teacher Diane Sherman x Student Reader

Warning: The following Oneshot features a power imbalance fantasy for the sake of the reader to enjoy for sexual indulgence. Power Imbalance in real life often is a tool to pressure a victim into sexual actions that the victim does not want to partake in. If you or someone you know is a victim of someone in a higher position who wants or has been using their power to sexually assault someone, get them out of that situation as quickly as possible. Again, the following is a fantasy for the reader to indulge in without a victim being harmed.

Summary: Diane, after teaching a class, is visited by the reader. Diane decides to chase some ass.

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Diane finalized her lesson with the class, sending them out to their lunch period. Everyone but you. Your eyes burnt into her, making her grow warm under her sweater. She remembered the feeling of your hands on her abdomen, how you complimented her body. It made her grow warm with arousal. You walked to the door, closing and locking it. The window was already blocked, making you smile. "Hello, Ms. Sherman." You cooed, sauntering over and sitting on her desk. Diane tried to remain focused on the board, trying to ignore you. Her body ached to feel you against her, your fingers in her. She wanted to make you scream her name. Diane finally faced you, her cheeks a stricken red. You finally had her attention.

"I need help with something." You whimpered, pulling her closer after she stepped within arm's length. Your hands quickly found their way under her sweater, her toned abdomen was tense, like a cat ready to pounce. "What do you need help with?" Diane inquired, finally understanding that seductive stare. You guided her hand under your skirt, making her feel your damp panties. "You left me high and dry last night. I need help with this, please." Your whimper was too hard to ignore. Diane moved her hand under your lace panties, thrusting a finger within you. Your gasp was all that Diane needed to hear, the excitement in your eyes told her everything she needed to know.

You wanted this just as much as she did.

After the tenth stroke, Diane thrusted in a second finger, hearing you give a soft moan. She leaned close to you, her fingers thrusting deep and gently rubbing against a selective spot. Your shudder brought Diane closer, her thumb now rubbing circles around your clit. "F-faster." Your whimper made her smile. She quickened her movements, hearing you squeak in approval. You had managed to keep your voice down, silencing your louder mewls by kissing her. "I'm gonna-" your words were cut off by your orgasm, your other hand thrown over your mouth to silence the screams that would've filled the room.

Diane slowly pulled her hand away, smiling. "Thank you." You whispered, slinking off the desk and getting to your knees. You pulled off Diane's pants, catching her off-guard. "I should return the favor." You pulled away her undergarments, revealing her to you. You didn't hesitate, pressing your mouth against her and starting to lap hungrily at her clit. Diane ran her fingers through your hair, groaning softly in pleasure. You brought your hand up, pumping two of your fingers deep in her. It almost pushed Diane over the edge, but she held back a little.

Your tongue was too much for Diane, covering her mouth as her orgasm rocked her brutally. You guided her to sit down as she shuddered, getting her pants up. "Are you okay, Ms. Sherman?" You questioned, getting a soft moan of approval in return. The bell for the lunch period to end rung, catching you two off-guard. "I'll see you later." You smiled, running off after handing her a water bottle.

After leaving the classroom, you had a skip in your step. I fucked Ms. Sherman's brains out!

Diane sat in her chair, thinking. This is one hell of a dilemma.