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There was nothing more rewarding than seeing someone do well and achieve their goal. Hard work, patience, and determination were some of your core values and you reminded yourself of it every morning when you got up for work. Some days it was harder than others, when you just wanted to lay in bed and do nothing but you thought of the kids who actually depended on you to be there from early in the morning till late in the afternoon and sometimes even into the evening, around 5 days a week, 36 weeks out of the year. And so you’d get up, shower, and get dressed. You’d grab a coffee on the way and head into the local university to teach your beloved students.
You’d been working as an English professor for the past four years, teaching college composition. It was a simple course that gave the students a lot of freedom and a space to take it easy while building up their college credits. You’d go over different styles of writing from informative research papers to persuasive essays to even short stories. Every few weeks, you’d give them a short “essay” to write based on whatever style of writing the curriculum was focusing on. And for the most part, the students who took your class were studious and did their work well.
They were fairly eager to learn despite the class being a mandatory course for General Education credits, enjoying the freedom that came with the unrestricted choice of topics and laid back teaching style you had. While class time lasted about an hour and a half, your lessons didn’t take longer than thirty minutes to introduce a new topic, and the rest of the time you’d let them work on their essays in class. Yes it was a lot of writing and some of the students weren’t the most confident in putting their thoughts into physical text, but that was what you were here for. It’s why you taught the class. It made you so proud whenever you spent a few minutes helping a student that was struggling to find a starting point, only to see them flying through their assignment a few minutes later and hand in a beautifully put together essay.
You loved sitting in the classroom, hearing the typing of keys or the scribbling of pens on paper while you graded past essays. Sometimes if your students requested it, you’d put on some soft music to help them work and get their creativity flowing. Other times, you’d have the students bounce ideas off each other when starting a new essay. You always had a folder of the most recent assignments that you’d bring wherever you went, whether you had to go to an appointment or were sitting at home on the couch with a warm cup of tea, you would read through them admiring the hard work of your students. You adored all your students and you loved your job. At least you adored most of them. There was one exception. And that single outlier was the reason you questioned your career choices sometimes.
His name was Venom, which was a peculiar choice on his parents’ part to say the least. It wasn’t the first year you’d seen him around the school campus, nor was it the second. You started working at the school when he was still in his third year, technically a junior, and now he was a senior who’d been held back from graduating for the past two years because of a lack of credits and horrible GPA. His reputation among the teachers was not a positive one. He was the type of student that would do the bare minimum when they felt like it, and nothing at all then they didn’t. Often skipping classes, never turning in assignments, and even handing in incomplete tests when he decided it was too boring to finish.
He was also heavily labeled as a delinquent and a bully as he often treated the other teachers with little to no respect and would disrupt class, often getting into verbal fights with other students who disliked his attitude. But there was no hard evidence of him being physically violent on school grounds, so expulsion or suspension were rarely handed out. You didn’t like hearing grown adults talk about their students so negatively, but at a certain point, Venom was also an adult. He was already in his mid twenties and still hadn’t gotten close to getting an associate degree despite attending full time for the past three years. There were rumors that he had familial connections with the vice principal and that's why he hadn’t been kicked out of the school despite constantly being on academic probation.
Now it was his third time in senior year and also the third time you’ve had him in your class. The first time was during a spring semester, he never showed up for any of your classes. So you failed him because well, he literally didn’t show up or even bother withdrawing from your class. The second semester he did show up, and you honestly tried to help him, you really did. You’d ask him to visit the tutoring room if he had a free period or come to your office during lunch, offering to buy him food or coffee while you worked together on his essays. There were many times you’d stay after the lecture was over and sit in the classroom with him, trying to look over his work before he handed it in and it was just… there were no words you could use to describe just how bad it was. And you were a goddamn English teacher so that was really saying something.
No matter how much time you spent with him, no matter how many opportunities you gave him for late work or getting help, he just wouldn’t listen. What made things worse was that even though he’d show up to all your classes and even extra help when you asked him to (which was a complete surprise) he wasn’t focused on doing his work. Rather, he’d crack dirty jokes and try to flirt with you, asking if you’d go out with him to a bar for drinks and even suggesting that you spend the night at a hotel with him for some “private tutoring”.
While you were technically in his acceptable age range, the thought of dating one of your students was mind boggling and you flat out refused his advances each time. It started getting to the point where you couldn’t even be safe from his antics outside of the classroom. He’d find you in the halls, in your office, even in the faculty lounge under the guise of “having a question about an assignment”. And every time you fell for his innocent act, he’d try flirting with you again. Hounding you for your phone number, asking when you’d get off work so he could pick you up on his motorcycle, trying to set up plans to see you during the holidays when the school was closed.
His constant pushing ended up landing you both in serious trouble with the university’s dean. And while the old man couldn’t really do anything about Venom since he didn’t even bother to show up at the office, the dean did threaten to have you suspended from teaching at the school if he caught wind of any more inappropriate behavior between you and another student. Which was incredibly unfair since you made it clear to Venom that you had no intentions of being anything more than his English professor. But still, you had to make changes to avoid being fired or getting a mark on your teaching record for having relations with a student.
You stopped offering Venom help after school, avoided him when he found you outside of the classroom, and forced yourself not to acknowledge him during class time as he sat in the back of the room and made lewd expressions or gestures at you. Having him as your student really made you question your choice of accepting a position at this school, and sometimes you wondered why you even studied all those years to become a teacher if you were just going to be harassed by a college student with the immaturity of a preteen.
The only ray of hope you had for this harassment to end was for him to finally graduate and leave the school. But that didn’t seem like a plausible option. His first time going through senior year, you'd listen to the horror stories from other teachers of how he’d disrupt class on the off chance he actually showed up and tried to console the traumatized professors as they complained on the verge of tears about how they wanted to quit their jobs. Then he signed up for your class and you started to experience their pain first hand, plus the sexual harassment. Now, going into this second spring semester you saw his name on your student roster, you wanted to go down to the administrative office and have them remove him from your class. Or just cancel that section specifically for the whole semester.
Of course you didn’t actually do that. You’d probably get fired for trying something so extreme. So you just had to hope and pray every night over the winter that when you returned to the school and classes started back up, that Venom would be different. That he’d be well behaved, that he’d have gotten over his infatuation with you, and that he’d actually put some effort into getting through his classes this time around so he could finally graduate and leave you in peace.
Once you saw him, your hopes weren’t very high. He’d gotten several new piercings on his face and despite the school not having a dress code enforced, he looked like even more trouble than before. He was already massive in size, standing over six feet tall when he wasn’t slouched over. He was bigger than most of the college’s best football players and even stronger than the wrestling team from the fight rumors you heard, though you couldn’t tell from looking at his physique due to him constantly wearing a baggy black hoodie every time he came to class. But with the addition of snake bites on his lips, multiple spiked and hoop ear piercings, a bar on his eyebrow, and even a glimpse of one on his tongue, all the silver and black jewelry just made him look like some stereotypical gangster on a tv show.
You knew it wasn’t right to make the comparison, but you really couldn't help it. At the very least, his attitude seemed to have calmed down this time. He wasn’t constantly making obscene hand gestures in the back of the classroom or trying to talk dirty with you whenever you saw him in the hallways. He seemed to be sleeping a lot of the time, completely passed out in his seat which, while not being the best option, was a welcomed change to his previous behavior. He still wasn’t doing his work or studying for tests based on your talks with his other teachers, but he definitely wasn’t the same tornado of chaos that he was before. Something had changed in him and you didn’t know what, but you didn’t want to find out.
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Fast forward to late spring, you’re sitting in your office after classes going over some essays. It’s getting hotter and more humid as June is right around the corner and you have the windows open along with a small fan blowing air on your desk since the air conditioner was broken. You’d long since taken off your light sweater and tied your hair up in a messy bun to keep it off your neck. Your short sleeved blouse was starting to feel like a sauna and the cheap fabric stuck to your skin as sweat ran down your stomach and back. Not even undoing the top three buttons was helping as your bra was thick and causing sweat to pool between your breasts.
Your choice of knee length skirt was fine while you were standing up and teaching, giving your legs a nice breeze when you walked around the classroom, but sitting down made it slide up and your thighs were sticking to the cheap leather desk chair the school gave you. You were constantly shifting around, trying to yank the back half of your skirt down to cover your skin and grimacing at the sweat soaking into the worn down leather material. You couldn’t focus on your work for long without getting uncomfortably hot and it was really starting to get on your nerves.
You’re about to just give up and go home when you hear a soft knock on the door and glance over to see who it is as it swings shut. It was Venom. And now you really wanted to go home. Not wanting to deal with him at the moment, you turned back to the stack of papers on your desk and stood up, putting them away one by one into your bag so you could leave.
“Hey teach, got a second?”
You pause and glance at him with an unamused look on your face as he walks over to your desk and sets down a large cup of iced coffee on your desk. You look at him confused as he holds another cup in his hand and gives you a wide smirk, showing off some extremely sharp teeth while he motions for you to take the drink. You’re skeptical and ignore it at first, continuing to put your things away as you go over a list of items to bring home in your head.
“The coffee’s for you. I figured you could use a cold drink after sitting in here all day.”
You stop what you’re doing and let out a sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head. He’s sitting on the other side of your desk, sipping on his own drink and you’re tempted to hand back the coffee and leave without saying a word. But you felt the need to explain things to him so he didn’t do it again and you could avoid getting into trouble with the dean for a second time. At the very least, you could say you tried to keep your distance.
“It’s a very nice gesture Venom and I-”
“V. I told you to call me V didn’t I?”
“... Okay. V… While it's nice and I appreciate the surprise, I can’t accept this from you. I’m your teacher, and taking gifts like this from you wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Then don’t say it’s a gift. Think of it as me paying you back for all those lunches you bought last year.”
“That was different. You didn’t have money to spend at the cafeteria and didn’t bring food with you, so I was just making sure you had something to eat during the day.”
“And I’m making sure you drink something cold when it’s hot out and there’s no AC in the room.”
You shoot him a tiny glare, sort of impressed with the way he’s managing to use your words and reasoning against you, but you weren’t going to tell him that.
“Come on. Just one sip, okay? Then you can throw it out or whatever and we can call it even.”
You frown but it’s too hot and you’re too tired to start arguing back and forth with Venom over a single iced coffee. So you grab the drink and put your lips to the straw, taking a quick sip and swallowing. Despite your initial reluctance, the coffee was just what you needed to refresh and reset yourself. The cold, smooth liquid slid down your throat and instantly started to cool you down. You didn’t want to admit it, but it really hit the spot and you took another few sips before setting the coffee back down on your desk. Completely missing how Venom watches you intently with a dark glint in his eyes.
“Okay, I tried it so could you please tell me why you’re here?”
“How is it?”
“How is what?”
“The coffee. Did you like it?”
“Of course I-”
You have to cut yourself off as you see the smirk forming on his lips again. The prideful expression makes you want to flat out deny the truth just to wipe the smug look of victory off his face but you had to admit that he did you a huge favor during a time you least expected it.
“It was good… thank you. Anyways, what did you come here to ask? I know you aren’t the type to show up with a random gift without wanting something in return.”
“Aw come on, cut me some slack, Y/N. I really can’t get something to surprise my favorite teacher?”
You frown and cross your arms over your chest, making him chuckle and raise his hands up in mock surrender.
“First, I know how you work. This isn’t the first time you’ve done this so no, you can’t. And two, don’t call me by that name. We may be close in age, but I’m still your teacher at this school, and it isn’t appropriate for you to be calling me that like we’re close friends.”
“Okay okay, I’ll get to the point then. I wanted to ask you to change my grade on the last essay I gave you.”
“Do you mean the one where you wrote about how Mario the Nintendo character is a representation of the modern day one percent treating money and human lives as a spendable commodity?
“Yeah, I think it’s that one. I don’t get what was so wrong with it that you had to give me an F.”
You had no idea what sort of expression to make as you let out a heavy sigh and rubbed your forehead, feeling a migraine developing already. You sat down at your desk and opened up one of the drawers, rummaging through the file folders and pulling out a photocopy of the graded essay he was talking about.
“I marked everything that was wrong in your essay and gave it back to you, but if you want to go over it together, I can tell you exactly why I gave you the grade I did. But I won’t be changing it.”
“Why not? It was a good essay. My best one really.”
“It’s your only essay, Venom. And not only is it the completely wrong kind, you didn’t even follow the simple instructions I gave you when it comes to writing something like this. Your tone is all over the place, the language you use is unacceptable for an academic setting, and your writing goes against some of the most basic grammatical and organizational standards. You can’t just put random words like ‘perchance’ wherever you want.”
“Really? I thought it sounded really good.”
“Are you- this isn’t even your essay. You plagiarized the entire opening from a meme you found on twitter and then used an AI to write the rest of it for you.”
“At least I handed it in?”
“This essay was due at the beginning of the semester! You gave it to me two weeks ago when we’re in the last month of classes!”
Venom rolls his eyes and leans back on the desk, staring up at the ceiling as he lets out a sigh.
“Look, don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N. I just wanted to talk about my essay and now you’re accusing me of cheating.”
“I- What? Of course you cheated. You plagiarized your essay.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I’ve literally seen the image you copied from on Twitter.”
“So you have a twitter? I didn’t know that teachers still have accounts. Wouldn’t the school, like, ban you from having an account?”
“Are you being serious, Venom? Anyone can have an account, it’s the internet. There’s nothing stopping people from doing whatever they want so long as they have a device that can access the site.”
“Is that why you made a private 18+ account where you post fantasy porn of yourself?”
His words catch you off guard and completely shock you into silence. You’re speechless, frozen in place as he walks around your desk and leans his hand on the armrest of your chair, holding his phone up with a twitter account showing a woman doing all sorts of sexual acts with various toys. You’re stunned, not because he would accuse you of doing something so outrageous, but because it was actually true. A few years ago while you were still studying for your Masters, you were extremely short on cash despite working basically full time and also receiving all the financial aid you could get your hands on. You turned to the internet where you started anonymously selling photos and videos of yourself doing intimate acts for money in order to help pay the remainder of your tuition and rent.
After you got your degree and PhD to become a university teacher, you stopped doing that sort of thing and buried it as much as you could to avoid it being discovered and damaging your reputation. You were so certain that you’d managed to hide your identity well enough that no one would recognize it was you. You’d made sure to hide your face from the camera and wore a mask just in case, one of those half-face kitsune masks you got as a vacation souvenir. You used makeup to cover as many possibly identifying markings as you could, like birthmarks and old scars, and even went so far as to use the guest bedroom in your house when filming to avoid people thinking it was your personal room and trying to find your face.
You used a fake name, fake emails and every protection vpn and security extension you could find to hide your identity. So how? How was he able to find that long forgotten account? How did he figure out it was you? No, it had to be a coincidence, he was just trying to startle you. There was no way he could’ve actually found out when you hid things so well. Sure your body proportions looked similar, but that was too generic to be used as evidence. You could just deny it and if he claimed he had evidence of it being you, well then, you’d have to trick him into revealing what it was.
“I don’t know where you find the confidence to accuse me of something like this, but I’ve put up with you for long enough. You’re going to be in a lot of trouble once I tell your guardian and the dean that you’re going around falsely accusing your professors and attempting to blackmail me with fake evidence just to alter your grades.”
“Who said I was blackmailing you? I was only trying to ask if this was you since the two of you look similar. And the girl in the videos has the same decorations in the background as the ones you have in your house. You know, the same ones that your family posted pictures of during the holidays last year.”
“It must be an extreme coincidence. I buy most of my decorations from popular stores, of course there’s going to be other people with the same things. It’s not as if I’m the only person who can buy something or decorate a room in a certain way.”
You can feel yourself starting to break into a nervous sweat as you reach for the coffee, drinking in order to keep your mind from panicking while you try to act as calm and unfazed as you could. You swore you did everything you could to keep things like this from happening in the first place, but of course your family just had to go and mess everything up. If you gave Venom even the slightest hint that it was really you, your career would probably be over. No, your whole life would be over.
“Alright, I guess if you’re so sure, then it can’t be you.”
You can hear the twinge of sarcasm in his voice as he’s clearly not convinced by your acting. But you have to keep it up and continue denying until he gives up and leaves.
“Of course I’m sure. There’s no way it can be me. She’s obviously younger and has a different body type than mine. So there’s no way it’s possible that we could be the same.”
“Then, you wouldn’t mind if I just made sure of one thing before I leave, right?”
“Well it depends on what you’re planning on doing. If it’s something inappropriate then I’ll have to report you and you’ll get suspended or expelled.”
“Oh no, I was just going to ask if you could turn around really quick.”
You looked at him confused, not quite sure what he was planning. But if it was going to finally get him to drop the case, then you’d gladly do anything to get out of this sticky situation.
“Okay? That’s a bit strange but sure. Do you need me to stand up or do I need to face in a certain direction?”
“No, I just need to see the back of your neck. That’s it.”
You nod and slowly shift in your seat, looking towards the shut door to your office as you angle your head down in order to show him the backside of your neck. From there, you wait as he stands in front of you, looking down for whatever it was he needed to check. You’re becoming increasingly confused the longer he stands there without saying anything and you start to wonder if this was also some kind of prank.
You then hear a camera shutter go off and you look up to find out what it was only to see Venom with a satisfied smile as if some evil plan had finally paid off. You start to feel nervous again as he taps away on his phone, making you curious about what he’s doing. But then he leans down and wraps his arm around your shoulders, keeping you from escaping and he shows you what’s on his phone. You feel your stomach drop as you look and it turns out, you had some beauty marks on the back of your neck in a very distinct pattern that you never noticed before. And they match up perfectly with an image from that secret account. A rather embarrassing image where you’re back is to the camera and there’s a large tentacle shaped toy clearly inside you.
“What do you think of this? I’d say that’s some pretty good evidence. So then, what should I do with this? Maybe I should leave some copies in the teachers lounge for everyone to see. Unless you can come up with a good reason for me not to expose your dirty secrets.”
“Fine. Delete the photo and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll change your essay grade. I’ll even give you a passing grade for the whole class if you forget everything you know about this.”
“Come on, Y/N. You don’t really think that’s good enough, do you?”
You can see him grinning wide, his sharp teeth on full display and sending a chill down your spine. You tried to stand up or pull away from him, but his grip was tight, keeping you at his side. You were trapped in a situation where no option would end well for you. Even if you did find a way to convince Venom to delete the photos he had, who’s to say he wouldn’t go ahead and blackmail you again? Just because he only had one piece of evidence doesn’t make it impossible to ruin your reputation off of rumors alone.
“Listen, teach, why don’t you think long and hard about what I want. Use that college degree and take a guess.”
You didn’t have to guess what he was trying to say. He hounded you for half a year over it. And as if that wasn’t enough to remind you of his sick intentions, his hand grabbed your breast, fondling it from over your blouse. As he leans closer to the side of your face, you feel his tongue lick the shell of your ear, his saliva coating your skin. You can feel the piercing at the tip of his tongue pressing against your ear as his tongue slithers inside, making your body shudder from the odd sensation. It felt like he was trying to work his way into your brain, his hand squeezing your chest roughly as you try not to scream at him to stop.
“What’s your answer? You have to come up with something. Unless, you’re trying to say I can do whatever I want with you? That would actually be the best choice for you right now. Just tell me I can do anything I want. And you’ll be safe.”
“H-How do I know… you… a-arent l-lying?”
You’re struggling to keep your composure as his hand slides under your blouse and beneath your bra to cup your bare tit. You were busy trying to weigh your options between agreeing to his terms and possibly being under his thumb for the rest of your career or fighting back and doing your best to minimize the fallout should he expose your past.
“Hey, I’m a little mean but I’m not that bad. I wouldn’t lie about this to the person I like, would I?”
“I still don’t… understand. Why me?”
“Are you seriously asking me this right now? I told you so many times and you’re saying you just forgot?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just tell me why. Why are you so obsessed with having sex with me of all people.”
“That’s not why, Y/N. I don’t like you just because of sex. I like you because you know my secret. And I can’t think of anyone better or more deserving of you than I am.”
You shake your head and finally summon up the courage to pull his hand from your chest, swatting it away when he tries to touch your breast again.
“That makes no sense. What secret could I possibly know about you?”
“Did you forget? Damn. Guess I’ll just have to remind you.”
You feel his arm becoming heavy on your shoulder and glance down at the sudden black, writhing mass strung over your chest. You practically jump out of your skin at the sight and scream but it’s quickly cut off by a large clawed hand covered in the same moving black ink. You look at Venom, your eyes wide with fear as he grins in amusement. He likes seeing you scared of him. Or at least, that’s what it seems like.
“Looks like you did forget. Guess it’s not surprising, we did have a lot of drinks that night. You blacked out right after everything.”
Your fear turns into more confusion and dread as he chuckles and slowly lowers the massive hand from your mouth. You watch as the large tar claw seeps back into Venom and his arm returns to normal. Your mind wants to think that you’re hallucinating or that you’re dreaming. You were probably unconscious suffering from heatstroke and this was all some crazy terrifying nightmare. Yeah, that’s it. This was all a dream. An extremely realistic dream… Until you feel venom’s other tendril-like arm start to slither further down your body, going under your skirt and starting to rub against your panties.
The feeling instantly hits and now you’re struggling to fight off this massive tentacle laying across your chest along with Venom licking and nipping at your neck with his jagged teeth.
“Do you want to know what happened? You look like you really do.”
Venom chuckles and he slowly whispers in your ear every vivid detail of your first meeting. And the biggest reveal wasn’t even how you met.
As it turns out, you’d gone to a club with some close friends to celebrate a birthday last summer. At the club, you got super drunk and ran into Venom, who was there to party with some friends of his own. Having no idea he was your student that spring semester since he hadn’t shown up to class, you ended up taking a liking to him, and accidentally found out that he wasn’t actually a human. He was an alien from outer space that had evolved and adapted to have a human body and learned to blend in with society. After that insane discovery, the first thing drunk you did wasn’t to ask if he was lying or call the police on a drunken crazy person. Instead, you asked if you could see his true form, confident you could take him on in something other than a fight. You ended up finding out fairly quickly that while not normally shown, aliens can have dicks. And yes, aliens know how to fuck.
So much for a clean record.
Reality quickly starts to fall apart around you as your mind tries to process what was going on. Aliens were real. Venom was an alien that just so happened to be able to make himself look human, and his true form was that black mass currently wrapped around your body. You’d seen his true form, and then made the stupidly drunk decision of sleeping with him. Nothing seemed like it was real anymore. As if your whole life was a complete lie. You were starting to question everything you knew, everything you’d experienced in life as far back as you could remember as the existential crisis started to hit. You were just about to start spiraling when there’s a sudden knock on the door and you snap out of the dark rabbit hole you were moments away from falling nto.
Venom immediately retracts his hand and pulls away from you, taking a step back as he eyes the door along with you. Slowly it opens and you see a familiar, friendly face. It was Eddie Brock, a fellow teacher in the English department. He taught journalism as an elective, so the two of you often talked about your students together. Your classrooms were next to each other and you often had the same schedules so you quickly became good friends. You’d even developed a slight crush on him after a while, not that you’d ever tell him. So you were really confused about why he was suddenly in your office looking rather shy and more anxious than usual.
“Hey, Y/N. I was just about to head out and I saw your lights were still on. What’s going on?”
Eddie looks at you and then glances at Venom who was standing behind you leaned back against the wall. You wonder how long Eddie had been standing outside and if he heard anything. Anything about the twitter account, or Venom blackmailing you, or how you got wasted and slept with your student. You prayed to whatever gods were listening that he’d heard none of it. That he didn’t know about your shameful secret and that he didn’t know what Venom was trying to do to you. And you prayed hard that he didn’t try to get involved. The last thing you wanted was for Eddie to figure things out and possibly get hurt.
“Oh yeah, I was just doing some grading. I wanted to get some of them done before I went home tonight.”
“Alright. What about uh, your friend over there?”
Eddie nodded towards Venom who hadn’t even acknowledged the other teacher since they walked in. You couldn’t really say anything about it though. You couldn’t tell Eddie the truth that you were currently being blackmailed for sex by your student who was actually an extraterrestrial disguised as a human. So you had to come up with a believable lie on the spot.
“Oh, right Eddie, this is Venom. He’s a student in my class. He’s just here because he had some questions about the final assignment they’re working on.”
“Okay well, I just wanted to stop by and see if you needed a ride home tonight. You said your car was getting fixed right? I didn’t want you to have to ride the bus or walk home in this heat. And I thought that maybe we could grab a drink on the way or something since it’s Friday?”
“Aw thank you, Eddie. That’s really sweet. I would love that… but um, I can’t today. Since I want to help Venom with his work. I’m still really happy you offered, though, it was really sweet.”
Eddie chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, smiling faintly as he looks away in embarrassment. “Oh yeah right, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation. Maybe another time then. Just text me, you have my number. We’ll just take a rain check.”
“Of course. Thanks Eddie. Get home safe alright?”
“Yeah, see ya later Y/N. Good luck with your essay, buddy. Y/N’s a great teacher, so you’ll do great.”
Eddie waves at you and Venom as he leaves and shuts the door behind him. The tension in the air lingers before you finally let out a breath you’d been subconsciously holding. You clutch your hand over your heart, feeling it beating quickly with a rush of adrenaline. You’d almost been caught in a risky situation by the absolute last person you’d want to be seen by. But now that he was gone, there was no one to stop Venom from continuing where he left off.
As soon as you've started to relax, your chair is spun around and you're facing the wall with Venom gripping the armrests on either side of you. You flinch and your body becomes tense as he grabs your waist and yanks you out of the chair, pulling you into his chest while his arms snake around your back. He leans down and kisses you roughly despite you trying to turn away. He lets out a low growl, eliciting fear in you as he keeps moving closer, making you stumble backwards until your lower back hits the edge of your desk.
“Don't fight me, Y/N. You’ll just make me even more excited~.”
As soon as you’re trapped, he swipes a long tendril across the surface of your desk, scattering multiple papers and pens onto the floor as he lifts you up onto it. You try to push against his chest, still reluctant to let him have his way, but he’s already popping open the remaining buttons on your blouse, grabbing hold of your breasts with his rough hands as he licks your ear again, whispering filth to you in a low, seductive tone.
“You drive me crazy when you dress up like this. You looked so sexy in a skirt today, I had to hold myself back from going up to the front and tearing it right off you. Fuck, I was so hard the entire class, Y/N. And then seeing you when I came in? You can’t do things like this to me. Looking so cute and slutty with your top open, not even realizing that I can see everything.”
A long, thin tendril wraps tightly around your breasts, making you flinch and shudder as it starts to tease your nipple. It’s flicking and tugging on the sensitive bud while Venom continues to nip at the shell of your ear, his breathing becoming hot and heavy. The way his breath hits your skin sends shivers down your spine and goes straight to your core, making your body heat up against your will. Each second that passes with him touching you, the more sensitive you become. He starts to grind his hips against yours, the hard bulge in his jeans rubbing on your clit through your panties. You feel yourself getting wet, pussy already leaking and you had no clue why your body felt so good all of a sudden.
“How do you feel, Y/N? Does it feel good? The drugs should be kicking in right about now, so how about we check whether they’re working or not?”
Venom smirks and his hand slides down your bare stomach, getting closer to the waistband of your skirt as you try to push him away again. Your body is growing weaker by the minute and you can feel it becoming harder to breathe. You think you heard him mention drugs, but you’re not quite sure as your thoughts are becoming clouded and jumbled together. What was he talking about? Did he give you something that was laced? Could it have been the coffee you drank? Did he actually roofie you in broad daylight?
If you were in your right mind, you probably would’ve gone ballistic, screaming and shouting and trying to hit him for doing something so deranged. But your body just felt weak, like you weren’t in control of any part of yourself. It all worked in Venom’s favor as he pulled your skirt up, bunching it around your waist and grabbed your panties, yanking them down to your knees with a hard tug. You’re unable to do anything despite your subconscious screaming at you to move, only reacting with a slight flinch as he runs his fingers along your wet folds.
He continues to touch you, rubbing your pussy and circling your clit as you keep flinching. Despite desperately trying to push him away before, you now gripped the front of his hoodie, your hands balled into tight fists as you bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning out loud. As hard as you try to keep your sudden impulses under control, the drugs in your body are taking full effect and all of your senses feel like they’ve been dulled down. It’s becoming difficult to control your movements and tense your muscles as you find yourself falling forward into Venom’s chest, making him chuckle as he wraps his arm around your back.
He holds you tight against his chest as he continues to tease your clit, laughing more as you continue to flinch and tremble at his touch. It’s harder to keep quiet, your voice seeping out in small, muffled whimpers as you press your lips against his shoulder in a desperate attempt to silence yourself. But it was starting to be overwhelming. The feeling of pleasure that seeped from your core started to take over as your pussy drips arousal onto Venom’s fingers, prompting him to slip one inside and start thrusting it in and out. You let out a gasp and bite your lip hard, vaguely tasting blood as you shut your eyes tight.
You’re panting heavily as you try to keep yourself calm and level headed but it’s no use as he quickly starts to target your sweet spot. Drool runs past the corner of your lips as you let out a sharp gasp that soon turns into a muffled moan. You find yourself biting down on Venom’s hoodie, your legs squeezing his hips between your thighs as pleasure courses through you. You have no idea how you ended up this way, but there’s nothing you can do to stop it at this point. You’re trapped, waiting on Venom’s mercy to let you go, but you doubt he had a single merciful bone in his body.
A single glance at his sadistic smirk was enough to confirm it. His eyes glittering with amusement, hungry to see more of your pathetic state and humiliation. And yet you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to pull him closer, from squeezing down on his fingers and moaning in his ear for him to go faster to pressing your chest against his and grinding your clit against the base of his palm. It was as if you were a completely different person, someone driven by lust and a hunger for pleasure instead of someone calm and rational. It was still your body moving and your voice that made these whorish sounds, but it wasn’t you anymore. Not the real you.
But it didn’t matter to Venom. He was more than happy to just have your body as his personal plaything. With each soft moan and whimper that poured from your lips, the faster his hand moved, fingering you quicker and deeper until you were on the verge of crying out. A thick tentacle quickly slid over your mouth and muffled your loud moans as Venom kissed your neck, his fingers still pumping in and out of your pussy as your body spasmed and trembled. You could feel a hot rush coming on and you looked at Venom, silently begging and pleading for him to let you go. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t.
He’d keep you trapped in your school office, sat on your desk with your clothes messed up, pressed against his chest. He’d keep spreading your cunt while you came on his fingers, holding you tightly as you moan and shake in his grip, your legs wrapped around his hips tight as you tug on his hoodie oh so cutely. He wasn’t going to stop, there was no way in hell he’d pass up a perfect opportunity like this. He’d already gotten this far, made you cum just from fingering you, why not see how many more ways he could get you to orgasm?
Venom sank down to his knees and pulled your panties down further until they were completely off, shoving the piece of fabric into his hoodie pocket before hooking your legs over his shoulders. He gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and leaned in, softly blowing on your wet pussy. You immediately flinch at the cold breath on your folds and try to wiggle your way out of his grip, grabbing the edge of your desk as you try to pull your legs away. But his grip is firm and unwavering, leaving you to shudder and flinch as you feel his tongue start to lick your sensitive folds.
It’s hot and slippery as it circles your clit, flicking over the sensitive bud again and again until your legs are shaking. He slides between your folds, licking up your recent release and teasing your hole, pushing against it but not quite making his way inside. As much as you’d love to deny him the satisfaction of your begging, you’re starting to want more, wanting him to touch you further and make you feel good again. It’s a horrible feeling but you can’t seem to stop. Acting against your better judgement, you reach down and start to touch yourself, rubbing your clit, desperate to feel some kind of stimulation.
You hear Venom chuckle as his tongue runs across the back of your hand, coating your skin in his saliva before thrusting into your cunt unexpectedly. You gasp loudly but it’s once again muffled by the tentacle wrapped around your head as your eyes start to roll back, the sensation of Venom’s tongue thrusting inside your pussy feeling more intense and amazing than you ever thought possible. His extremely long tongue swirls around, licking your sensitive walls and rubs his metal piercing all over your insides, creating a different type of sensation that has you keening over the edge with pleasure.
Before you realize it, you feel another climax building up inside but you don’t get to feel that rush of relief when it hits. Venom pulls back, making you feel painfully empty inside as he roughly flips you around and bends you over the edge of your desk. Your bare chest presses into the smooth wooden surface as the tentacle around your mouth slithers back and instead wraps around your messy bun, yanking on your hair and forcing your head back. You hear Venom’s pants unzip and feel something hard start rubbing against your inner thighs. He grabs your hips and gropes your ass, using his true form to gain large claws and giving one of your cheeks a hard spank that makes you yelp.
“Try to keep it down, Y/N. You don’t want someone to hear all the noise you’re making and walk in on us, do you?”
You bite your lip and quickly shake your head, the fear of being discovered temporarily knocking some sense into you. But that momentary glimpse of sanity quickly vanishes as you feel your pussy being stretched out, your mind going cock dumb as he quickly fills you up. Venom has no patience or self control as he immediately begins thrusting at a quick pace, not even giving you a moment to adjust to his massive size as he starts relentlessly pounding away.
You’re barely able to control your voice as you clasp your hands over your mouth, moaning and panting behind your fingers as your body melts in ecstasy. He’s rough and unforgiving, taking his own pleasure before yours as he fucks you. Your insides feel like they’re burning but also giving you an addictive amount of pleasure at the same time. You find it hard to focus, losing your mind even further as your legs threaten to give out completely, your knees already weakened to the point you’re relying on the desk for support.
Venom’s claws dig into your stomach, making you flinch as he pulls you further onto his cock, forcing you to take him completely down to the base. Your mind goes entirely blank for a moment as he hits your weak spot and your thoughts continue to fade as he does it again and again. You can’t control yourself as tears run down your cheeks, your palms wet as you pant and drool uncontrollably, moaning non-stop as the ecstasy takes over every fiber of your being.
It’s terrifying and amazing how easily he’s able to bring you to this point. Even without the drugs, you’re sure you’d have no chance against him if he was able to manipulate your body into accepting him so readily. It’s to the point where your body actually craves his touch. Each time his tentacle pulls on your hair makes you whimper out loud, the slap of his hips against your ass tingles and stings so good. Your insides squeeze tight when he pulls back, making him curse and groan with pleasure as he thrusts back in and fills your pussy to the brim.
“I knew you were a horny bitch just from all those videos, Y/N. But who would’ve guessed you’d be this much of a slut for an actual dick. Each time I fuck you, your pussy squeezes me so tight like it never wants to let go. It’s only our second time and you already can’t live without my cock inside you. Isn’t that right?”
He lets go of your hips and grabs hold of your wrists, pulling your arms back so you can no longer muffle your voice. He used the extra leverage to his advantage, roughly pulling you back with each thrust and driving his cock deeper than before. It’s mind numbing torture and you can’t find a way to escape or make it stop. Maybe if you begged honestly enough, he’d take pity and be more gentle with you.
“That’s not ahh~ t-true. P-please, d-don- ngh~! don’t d-do t-t-this. It’s ahh~! Not r-right.”
Your pleas fall on deaf ears as Venom keeps going, getting even rougher with you as he presses his chest against your back, pinning you flat against the desk as he rails you with no restraint. You can feel yourself slipping, losing what faint bit of rationale remained. The sound of his heavy grunting and moaning filled your ears as he licked your neck and nipped at your shoulder. Your body rocked back and forth underneath his, the edge of the desk digging into your thighs and your nipples hard against the smooth wood surface, feeling your end coming closer.
You tried to struggle and push back at the last moment, attempting to find a weak point to escape but you remained pinned as you cry out in pleasure, your body once again consumed by a powerful orgasm as your legs shake uncontrollably and your muscles give out. Your insides spasm around Venom’s cock as he continues to fuck you through the high, making you gush more and more, your release running down your legs like a broken faucet. You can feel him starting to get tired, building closer to his own climax when there’s a sudden knock on the door.
“Y/N? Everything okay in there? I heard you shouting, you’re not in trouble are you?”
Eddie’s faint voice comes through the shut door and panic starts to set in but before you have time to give an excuse, you’re torn away from the desk. Venom pulls over your chair and gets comfortable in it, then uses his tendrils to lift you into his lap, holding your legs up so your thighs are pressed against your exposed chest and your cunt is in full view. You lean back against Venom’s chest and grab hold of his hoodie, that unbalanced feeling instinctively making you reach for something steady. You can feel his hard cock twitching against your folds, and for a moment, you really wished Eddie hadn’t shown up.
“D-don’t come in! I’m f-fine. Go h-home!”
It’s a bad move as the office door suddenly creaks open and Eddie steps inside, stopping dead in his tracks the moment he lays eyes on you. Your compromising position leaves no room for excuses, and even then, there was nothing you could say to make the situation look any different from what it was. As soon as he recovers from the initial shock, Eddie slams the door shut and locks it, making sure no one else sees inside. But that’s where his help ends as a long black tendril shoots out and grabs him by the throat, pinning him to the wall as Venom slowly licks your neck, growling posessively.
“No one interrupts me when I’m enjoying my meal.”
Venom holds your waist and lowers you down onto his cock, filling you up once more as you try to keep yourself from moaning. It’s nearly impossible as he reaches around and starts to touch your clit again, drawing circles and quick flicks over the sensitive nerves until you’re panting and drooling all over again. All you want to do is run and hide somewhere dark, the shame burning into your skin as Eddie watches from across the small room. There’s no doubt in your mind that he can see every little detail, from your streaked makeup to your stretched out pussy as it easily takes Venom's entire cock.
“D-don’t look at m-me. E-Eddie, s-stop it. Close y-your eyes. P-please.”
Your vision is blurry with tears and then becomes spotted with stars as you feel a shock course through you. Your insides tighten, making Venom curse out loud and squeeze your waist. You can vaguely see Eddie struggling against Venom’s hold, pulling at the black tentacle holding him back. You shut your eyes tight and turn away, not wanting to watch him struggle or risk meeting his gaze when you were in such a depraved state. You find yourself burying your face into Venom’s neck, making him laugh darkly and mock you.
“What’s the matter, Y/N? Are you feeling shy? Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to have a live audience? What about all the times you showed off your skills on camera? You made porn for complete strangers, and now you want to hide as soon as it’s someone you know? You’re such a hypocrite.”
“Venom p-please. D-don’t do it. I’m b-begging you. S-stop this. L-let him g-go.”
“You know I can’t do that. I have to finish what I started, otherwise I’ll never get another chance. I need to know how it feels to cum inside you. Besides, we have to put on a real show now. Don’t you want to be a good celebrity and treat your fans well? He stuck around all this time just to see you like this, so let’s show him what a slut you really are.”
His words are dripping with sarcasm, using the truth to humiliate you in front of your friend and secret crush. Despite it all, the shame, the torture, the regret, none of it is enough to overpower the feeling of arousal controlling your body. As Venom gets closer to his end and forces you to take each and every powerful thrust, all you can focus on is how good it feels. You can’t stop yourself from moaning his name or clinging to his shirt, your pussy still squeezing him tight as he rubs your clit until it’s numb and throbbing. Your body tenses and your head rolls back, letting out a desperate moan as you feel his cock stiffen inside you. It’s soon followed by a warm sensation that fills you up and slowly leaks out as his cum seeps from your swollen cunt.
Your body is on the verge of giving out as Venom finally sets your legs down and retracts his tendrils, leaving Eddie to fall to the floor coughing and hacking as he clutches his throat. You can feel Venom’s cum continue to drip down your legs once he pulls out and continues to hold you on his lap, humming contently as he rubs your thighs and kisses your neck. It’s the most bizzare aftercare you’ve ever experienced but it’s better than nothing at least for a moment.
Then you remember Eddie who’d witnessed everything and your thoughts become uncomfortably sober. You worry if he’s been hurt, if he’s scared or still in shock from when he walked in. You wonder if he had really seen everything and what he thought of you now. There was no way his opinions of you hadn’t changed in some way, and you feared that he hated you, maybe even despised you for doing something like this. You’d fucked a student at school, in your office, and even let him cum inside you, all while you laid there enjoying it. If that didn’t make Eddie absolutely disgusted, then you feared only the worst was in store.
Of course, Venom wasn’t going to stick around to share the responsibility. He stood up and sat you down in the chair, fixing himself up quickly and then walking out of the office, leaving you and Eddie alone to figure out what the next course of action was. Eddie seemed to recover the quickest as he stood up and slowly walked over to you. You suddenly remembered that you were basically naked and tried to cover yourself, pulling your open blouse over your chest and tugging the hem of your skirt down.
To your surprise, Eddie avoids looking at you, his face turned away towards the other side of the room as he takes off a thin zipped up hoodie and drapes it over your body, effectively covering you up. You look at him in confusion as he scratches the back of his head, shifting his weight from one foot to the other when you notice his faint blush.
“Listen, I know this looks really bad but just hear me out. I was leaving, I didn’t lie about that part. I got all the way to my car and I was just sitting inside ready to go, but something kept bugging me. I tried to figure out what it was and I just couldn’t. So I was sitting there for a while when I remembered I left my wallet in my office. So I came back to grab it when I heard all the noise coming from your office and got worried about you. I didn’t mean to interrupt something so uh, intimate.”
He coughs awkwardly and rubs his neck, a faint red bruise lingering from where Venom had strangled him.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone else, I can keep it a secret. And if you want me to leave, that's fine too. I just want to make sure you can get home okay since you don’t look like you’re feeling so hot. You can keep the jacket too for now, until you can get all fixed up and stuff. I’m gonna head out for real, so I’ll see you tomorrow I guess?”
He turns around to leave but stops when he feels a slight tug on his t-shirt. He looks back to see you holding onto the hem of his shirt, your legs pulled to your chest beneath the jacket he gave you as you try to button up your blouse with one hand. Eddie turns back around and inches closer, slowly getting down on one knee as he looks at you questioningly, silently offering his help. You don’t need to say anything to understand each other, simply putting your feet down on the ground as he fixes your buttons and closes your blouse.
He then stands up and offers you his hand which you take gladly. He helps you stand up, catching you when your knees start to wobble and threaten to give out. You awkwardly pull your skirt down into place, remembering you have no panties since a venom stole them and allow Eddie to tie his jacket around your waist to make sure no one can peek up the back of your skirt. The two of you are silent as he helps pack your bag, carrying it for you as you leave together, heading to his car in the parking lot.
You slide into the passenger seat as he hops in the driver's side, setting your bag in the back seat and turning on the engine, letting the cold air conditioning blast on high and cool off the humid interior. He drives towards your house like he’d done many times before, already having the route memorized. Finally feeling safe and comfortable enough to relax, you start to fall asleep. Your eyes flutter shut as you rest your head against the window, drifting off into a light slumber.
As you sleep, Eddie drives, playing quiet music on the radio and tapping the steering wheel to the beat. Unbeknownst to you, he gets a text message and pulls out his phone, opening the chat and typing out a quick reply. He then sends an electronic payment from his bank account to a contact named V3N#M with a note.
I’m not coming home tonight, order some take out for dinner.
To which he receives another text.
Where’s my thanks for setting you up?
Eddie rolls his eyes and types a quick message before glancing over at you. A faint smile appears on his face as you shift in your seat, rolling over to face him and curl up, your peaceful expression making his heart skip a beat. He sends his reply and then puts his ringer on silent so as not to disturb you with any more notifications.
You’re welcome for the coffee. See you tomorrow V.