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kathierif_ficTitle: Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat (Grow Faster, Faster)
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kathierif_fic
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Sue Sylvester/Will Schuester
Spoilers: for 1x21, “Funk”
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: het, humiliation, dub-con probably
Word Count: 1,574 words
Summary: Putting her trophy in his room was not Sue’s way of humiliating him. This was.
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt pegging/strap-ons. ETA: Title is from Queen's Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.
Putting her trophy in his choir room, Will didn’t need long to realize, was not Sue's way of humiliating him.
It was just to give her a reason to waltz in unannounced, to torture him with her presence and some well-aimed verbal jabs, not that she really needed a reason to do that in the first place. And it wasn't that he hadn't deserved to be taken down a peg or two, after what he'd done to her, but he wasn't willing to have the kids suffer for something he had done.
Not again.
No, the trophy he had to look at every day wasn't Sue's way of punishing him. If at all, it was a reminder of how he had failed himself, the standards he'd thought he had. It had nothing to do with Sue and everything with him.
Sue had other ways of punishing him.
Like this.
She'd picked the perfect time for this, a Friday night. Will was sure that the entire building was empty, besides him and Sue, that everybody else had long gone home.
She had caught him by surprise and had pinned him against the piano, and Will had been too shocked and too surprised to fight back when she'd yanked his arms behind his back with surprising strength and had pulled his wrist up, toward his shoulder blades, rendering him helpless, his heart beating a rapid staccato against his rib cage.
She didn't let go of his wrist as she leaned against his back, forcing him to bend over the piano with a pain filled grunt. He was almost hyperaware of her body pressed against his, her body heat seeping through her track suit and through the shirt he wore, and when her hand tangled in the worn leather of his belt, he only sucked in sharply, the air hissing between his teeth.
The small part of his brain that was still capable of thinking registered in surprise that for once, Sue wasn't gloating. She was scarily quiet as she worked his belt free from the loops and wrapped it securely around his wrists, and Will knew with starting clarity what she was going to do.
He just knew it.
He didn't move a single muscle to run away, to call for help that wouldn't come anyway, not if the building was as empty as Will suspected, to do anything.
For a brief moment, she stepped away from him, but Will still didn't take the chance to straighten up or do more than tug helplessly at the belt around his wrists.
"Look at you now," Sue murmured into his ear. Will detected amusement in her voice and more of the usual contempt and disgust he already was used to.
"Look at you now, William," she repeated. Her hands moved along his hips and to the front of his pants, flicking open the button and lowering his zipper.
Will felt himself freeze, his muscles locking in place, when his pants and underwear were roughly yanked down to mid-thigh, exposing him to her eyes and to anyone else who might walk by. He felt his heart rate pick up and sweat start to break out all over his body when she pulled back once again, probably to look him over and come up with a series of insults about his ass.
"Sue..." he started and bit his lip, not quite sure what he was trying to plead for. The words died on his tongue when he felt blunt, cool pressure against his ass, slick and firm and relentless.
A gasp escaped him as the silicone was slowly forced into his body, spreading him wide and sending sparks of sensation along his nerve endings. Almost unconsciously, he tried to widen his stance, especially when the thing - it had to be a toy, Sue wasn't a guy, or was she? He wasn't so sure about that right now, wasn't sure about anything, but the object in him was not human skin and flesh, so it had to be a toy, his whirling thoughts concluded - rubbed against that special spot deep inside him.
Sue only laughed and pulled back, leaving with a hollow and empty feeling.
"You owe me a date," she informed him before slowly pushing back in, filling him and sending more sparks along his nerve endings. His cock slowly filled with blood and hardened against the smooth, cool surface of the piano he was still bent over.
Sue continued to fuck him against the piano, with languid, deliberately deep strokes that drove him slowly insane with lust. He hissed and moaned despite his best attempt to keep quiet, and he couldn't stop his hips from trying to push back, into the contact with the toy, to entice her to pick up the speed.
Sue pushed into him, again, filling him until he almost couldn't breathe anymore from the scary intensity of the arousal he felt. Vaguely, he was aware of straps and buckles pressing into his ass, even if his mind couldn't compute the new knowledge right now.
Suddenly, her mouth was close to his ear, almost touching the sensitive shell.
"Your desperation, William," she said, pulling out the syllables as if they were a sweet treat she had to savor, "is delicious."
Will whimpered instead of giving her a witty comeback, and Sue slowly picked up speed, thrusting into him faster and harder.
Lust and arousal coiled deep in his stomach, making him almost light-headed. His cock was hard, rubbing against the piano with every push of Sue's hips, probably leaving a mess against the polished dark surface - a mess that Will didn't want to explain, not to Brad, not to Figgins, and not, oh God, to the students, especially...
The thought of the students almost made him buck his hips, to dislodge Sue, but Sue was relentless in her movements, and the thought of kids quickly left Will's mind as he started to fly higher and higher and getting closer to his own orgasm with every nudge of unforgiving silicone against his sensitive prostate when suddenly, Sue stopped.
"Sing for me now, William," she murmured, leaning into him again. Will could feel the material of her track suit against his knuckles and curled-in fingers, and he had trouble making out her words over the rush of blood in his ears.
"Sue," he groaned and moved his forehead restlessly against the blessedly cool piano. "Sue...Sue..."
"Sing," Sue repeated, her voice steel-filled, and slowly hitched her hips forward, filling him again and stilling. "Come on, you know the words...William."
Will took a deep gulp of air and breathlessly started to sing the first thing that came to his mind, only to stop after just a few notes to groan again when Sue continued to fuck him deeply. She didn't seem to notice that he'd stopped again, or she didn't care. Her pace was hard and brutal, and Will could only hang on for the ride and let her do this to him.
He could do nothing but take it, take what Sue gave him, and when it finally became too much, he came with a whimper and a breathless gasp.
He remained bent over the piano, trying to catch his breath, while she pulled out of him. The belt around his wrists was loosened, but not removed.
"Remember this," Sue said quietly. Will managed to lift his head enough to catch a glimpse of the dildo in the harness she was still wearing. His knees and elbows were trembling from the force of his orgasm, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to think too hard about what that said about him.
"Sue..." he started, but she didn't let him finish. Pressing against his back, slick silicone pressing along the cleft of his ass again, she murmured, "Remember this, William. You didn't say no a single time. I should let you clean up the mess you made." She paused for effect. "With your tongue."
A shudder ran down Will's back, and he barely resisted dropping to his knees and clean up his mess, just because she'd hinted that she wanted him to do it, and he bit his tongue sharply to get himself back under control.
However, Sue didn't pay any attention to him anymore. Instead, she stepped back and left, and Will was left alone to contemplate her words and everything that had just happened, rub his aching wrists and clean up the best he could, his teeth clenched tightly and his ass aching with the memory of what Sue had done to him.
This, he realized after long minutes, had been Sue's way of giving him a taste of his own medicine, which had been hers from the beginning, and the whole thing was giving him a headache.
She was right, he realized - he hadn't tried to fight her off even once, even when he'd realized what she was going to do, he had spread his legs for her and her strap-on, and he would have begged her for more if she had told him to.
He didn't know what that said about him, not at all. One thing was for sure: Sue Sylvester had, once again, managed to humiliate him and had, once again, kept the upper hand, and to his great surprise and embarrassment, Will found that he had enjoyed it.
Even if he didn't know what that said about him.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Glee
Pairing: Sue Sylvester/Will Schuester
Spoilers: for 1x21, “Funk”
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: het, humiliation, dub-con probably
Word Count: 1,574 words
Summary: Putting her trophy in his room was not Sue’s way of humiliating him. This was.
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt pegging/strap-ons. ETA: Title is from Queen's Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.Putting her trophy in his choir room, Will didn’t need long to realize, was not Sue's way of humiliating him.
It was just to give her a reason to waltz in unannounced, to torture him with her presence and some well-aimed verbal jabs, not that she really needed a reason to do that in the first place. And it wasn't that he hadn't deserved to be taken down a peg or two, after what he'd done to her, but he wasn't willing to have the kids suffer for something he had done.
Not again.
No, the trophy he had to look at every day wasn't Sue's way of punishing him. If at all, it was a reminder of how he had failed himself, the standards he'd thought he had. It had nothing to do with Sue and everything with him.
Sue had other ways of punishing him.
Like this.
She'd picked the perfect time for this, a Friday night. Will was sure that the entire building was empty, besides him and Sue, that everybody else had long gone home.
She had caught him by surprise and had pinned him against the piano, and Will had been too shocked and too surprised to fight back when she'd yanked his arms behind his back with surprising strength and had pulled his wrist up, toward his shoulder blades, rendering him helpless, his heart beating a rapid staccato against his rib cage.
She didn't let go of his wrist as she leaned against his back, forcing him to bend over the piano with a pain filled grunt. He was almost hyperaware of her body pressed against his, her body heat seeping through her track suit and through the shirt he wore, and when her hand tangled in the worn leather of his belt, he only sucked in sharply, the air hissing between his teeth.
The small part of his brain that was still capable of thinking registered in surprise that for once, Sue wasn't gloating. She was scarily quiet as she worked his belt free from the loops and wrapped it securely around his wrists, and Will knew with starting clarity what she was going to do.
He just knew it.
He didn't move a single muscle to run away, to call for help that wouldn't come anyway, not if the building was as empty as Will suspected, to do anything.
For a brief moment, she stepped away from him, but Will still didn't take the chance to straighten up or do more than tug helplessly at the belt around his wrists.
"Look at you now," Sue murmured into his ear. Will detected amusement in her voice and more of the usual contempt and disgust he already was used to.
"Look at you now, William," she repeated. Her hands moved along his hips and to the front of his pants, flicking open the button and lowering his zipper.
Will felt himself freeze, his muscles locking in place, when his pants and underwear were roughly yanked down to mid-thigh, exposing him to her eyes and to anyone else who might walk by. He felt his heart rate pick up and sweat start to break out all over his body when she pulled back once again, probably to look him over and come up with a series of insults about his ass.
"Sue..." he started and bit his lip, not quite sure what he was trying to plead for. The words died on his tongue when he felt blunt, cool pressure against his ass, slick and firm and relentless.
A gasp escaped him as the silicone was slowly forced into his body, spreading him wide and sending sparks of sensation along his nerve endings. Almost unconsciously, he tried to widen his stance, especially when the thing - it had to be a toy, Sue wasn't a guy, or was she? He wasn't so sure about that right now, wasn't sure about anything, but the object in him was not human skin and flesh, so it had to be a toy, his whirling thoughts concluded - rubbed against that special spot deep inside him.
Sue only laughed and pulled back, leaving with a hollow and empty feeling.
"You owe me a date," she informed him before slowly pushing back in, filling him and sending more sparks along his nerve endings. His cock slowly filled with blood and hardened against the smooth, cool surface of the piano he was still bent over.
Sue continued to fuck him against the piano, with languid, deliberately deep strokes that drove him slowly insane with lust. He hissed and moaned despite his best attempt to keep quiet, and he couldn't stop his hips from trying to push back, into the contact with the toy, to entice her to pick up the speed.
Sue pushed into him, again, filling him until he almost couldn't breathe anymore from the scary intensity of the arousal he felt. Vaguely, he was aware of straps and buckles pressing into his ass, even if his mind couldn't compute the new knowledge right now.
Suddenly, her mouth was close to his ear, almost touching the sensitive shell.
"Your desperation, William," she said, pulling out the syllables as if they were a sweet treat she had to savor, "is delicious."
Will whimpered instead of giving her a witty comeback, and Sue slowly picked up speed, thrusting into him faster and harder.
Lust and arousal coiled deep in his stomach, making him almost light-headed. His cock was hard, rubbing against the piano with every push of Sue's hips, probably leaving a mess against the polished dark surface - a mess that Will didn't want to explain, not to Brad, not to Figgins, and not, oh God, to the students, especially...
The thought of the students almost made him buck his hips, to dislodge Sue, but Sue was relentless in her movements, and the thought of kids quickly left Will's mind as he started to fly higher and higher and getting closer to his own orgasm with every nudge of unforgiving silicone against his sensitive prostate when suddenly, Sue stopped.
"Sing for me now, William," she murmured, leaning into him again. Will could feel the material of her track suit against his knuckles and curled-in fingers, and he had trouble making out her words over the rush of blood in his ears.
"Sue," he groaned and moved his forehead restlessly against the blessedly cool piano. "Sue...Sue..."
"Sing," Sue repeated, her voice steel-filled, and slowly hitched her hips forward, filling him again and stilling. "Come on, you know the words...William."
Will took a deep gulp of air and breathlessly started to sing the first thing that came to his mind, only to stop after just a few notes to groan again when Sue continued to fuck him deeply. She didn't seem to notice that he'd stopped again, or she didn't care. Her pace was hard and brutal, and Will could only hang on for the ride and let her do this to him.
He could do nothing but take it, take what Sue gave him, and when it finally became too much, he came with a whimper and a breathless gasp.
He remained bent over the piano, trying to catch his breath, while she pulled out of him. The belt around his wrists was loosened, but not removed.
"Remember this," Sue said quietly. Will managed to lift his head enough to catch a glimpse of the dildo in the harness she was still wearing. His knees and elbows were trembling from the force of his orgasm, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to think too hard about what that said about him.
"Sue..." he started, but she didn't let him finish. Pressing against his back, slick silicone pressing along the cleft of his ass again, she murmured, "Remember this, William. You didn't say no a single time. I should let you clean up the mess you made." She paused for effect. "With your tongue."
A shudder ran down Will's back, and he barely resisted dropping to his knees and clean up his mess, just because she'd hinted that she wanted him to do it, and he bit his tongue sharply to get himself back under control.
However, Sue didn't pay any attention to him anymore. Instead, she stepped back and left, and Will was left alone to contemplate her words and everything that had just happened, rub his aching wrists and clean up the best he could, his teeth clenched tightly and his ass aching with the memory of what Sue had done to him.
This, he realized after long minutes, had been Sue's way of giving him a taste of his own medicine, which had been hers from the beginning, and the whole thing was giving him a headache.
She was right, he realized - he hadn't tried to fight her off even once, even when he'd realized what she was going to do, he had spread his legs for her and her strap-on, and he would have begged her for more if she had told him to.
He didn't know what that said about him, not at all. One thing was for sure: Sue Sylvester had, once again, managed to humiliate him and had, once again, kept the upper hand, and to his great surprise and embarrassment, Will found that he had enjoyed it.
Even if he didn't know what that said about him.
~end.
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