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PRINCIPAL WEEMS X FEM READER ; SMUT

WARNING: Gagging, humiliation, slight harm, fingering and HARD sex.
— Keep in mind it might be very aggressive, apologies.

#wednesday 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Wine and crackers— At night? After school with Weems. Twelve in the morning, with alcohol. Your very fantasy..

Her fingers wrapped around the wine glass, but let go of it as fast as she did let it up.

Principal Weems decided to share a drink to with you— No matter your past. The fire was sparking about. You sat just next to her legs. She was on the couch above and you were on the ground writing on the table in front of her. She had stress to let out with her words and you wrote it, had a case come in to make her messy. And it was a little.. Game of yours

"Have a sip?"

She said slowly, the wine glass in her hand reacting to rope around to your cheek. You looked behind you, and to look up— Her eyes looked rather soft. You giggled slowly, putting your mouth on the rim of the glass, her propping it up to let the wine trickle down your throat. You stared at her as you did so, she remained the eye contact as you did. Her smile seemed to be made by amusement.
She let the glass away from your mouth slowly. You could see a little saliva drip away— how embarrassing! You then recalled that you missed a slight sentence, had you got gotten to.. Think about something else. You then properly looked at her, twisting your body to her, still on the ground below her, close to her legs. You wish be in between them but she has them closed so you are to the side of them. A hand on her knee, a pair of eyes looked at her. There was a silence— you couldn't muster anything ,

Being under her like this.. Made you nervous.

You perched up, noticing your absence. It was awkward!

"Ah! I had— missed something from the words.. Erhm— From conclusion— Could you mention it again? I forgot to write it."

You said with a humble tone fine with a smile.
You were Principal Weems' assistant. Classic, isn't it? But you were quickly put in after the death of the last one. So fast— But she led you in with open arms. Trusting you and your body.

Your head and body turned to the table once more, in perpetration to write her words. Though her words didn't come through. A slight sound came from her lips, as if she was calculating.. She set her wine glass down on the table, keeping her hand on it. Now her whole body was cornering you. The table was in front of you, close. And she was just in back of you . Her head went to the side of you now.

"I suppose it was like a conclusion. It'll help, I promise. Summarizing it up, is the best." She said, now standing up. Naturally your bodily instinct was to prop yourself up a bit too, as if you were gonna go follow her. Her soft hand platformed on your top back, near your nape and bent over to be more personal.

"And how do you write so well?"

Her hand seem to rub your nape. She smelt good, and she knows how to — rub..?

"Perhaps, fast, you mean? I have no skills in writing neat."

"I meant that, yes.. Y/N.. Where did you learn such a thing?"

She had her hands gently grasp the crook of your neck to hang her fingers. Your head in habit, rested your head on her fingers. Her palm now released its position in holding your cheeks from the same position. Her thumb ever so slightly rubbed your face, her fingers, they weren't as long, but thick— you.. you just noticed that.

You took time to respond to anything, but this you responded fast,

"I am educated! So I write fast to get it over with, you see. That's why I get to be here with you, only the best." You said in more of a question manner.