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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Relationship:
      Dipper_Pines/Stanford_Pines, Dipper_Pines/The_Author_|_Original_Stanford
      Pines
  Character:
      Dipper_Pines, The_Author_|_Original_Stanford_Pines, Mabel_Pines, Grunkle
      Stan_|_Stanley_"Stanford"_Pines
  Additional Tags:
      non-con, dub-con, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Alternate_Universe_-
      Student/Teacher, AU, age_gap, Large_age_gap, Praise_Kink, Blow_Jobs,
      Facial, porn_with_slight_plot, but_not_really, request, Requested_fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-30 Words: 5027
****** Private Lessons With Mr.Pines ******
by SinKing
Summary
     Dipper remembers how he got here. Wasn't too hard, really but he
     still doesn't want his teacher looking at him like that, he has a
     vauge idea of what it is and honestly he doesn't like it at all, no
     matter how much he finds Ford attractive; A thirty-six year old man
     should not be sending bedroom eyes towards a thirteen year old.
Notes
     It's Gravity, back again, and I'm not going down without a shit ton
     of DipFord smut--
     This was a specifically requested, Teacher-Student Non-Con AU! Thank
     you so much for this.
     For the lovely, way too nice, Ivlis.
See the end of the work for more notes
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Dipper was feeling nervous. He couldn't exactly place why, but he felt his
teacher had completely different intentions for asking him to stay back today,
judging by the hungry look he was now receiving and he clenched his hands into
fists out of what he could only describe as fear.
How did he get into this situation and why did he want to just run and bury
himself in Mabel's sweater?
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"You really think you could do that for us, Stan?" The boy asked, stuffing his
face with pizza as he sat at the rickety dining table next to his sister.
Stanley Evergreen was currently paying the pizza delivery man as he grumbled as
he pulled out more than he originally wanted to pay, and this was without a
tip. He shoved the money into the teens hand and closed the door forcefully,
turning to his niblets sitting at his table. "Yeah sure, kid. If you guys can
convince your parents to move up here since they wanna get out of Cali, I can
talk to my man on the inside at school and get you guys in." He grinned
proudly, sitting next to his niece and watching her pick the perfect slice from
the pie to eat.
"That's awesome, Uncle Stanley!" She exlaimed, grinning bright before taking a
healthy bite from her slice. "I'll be able to stay around Candy and Grenda and
Wendy and Soos and Pacifica and-" her uncle placed a hand on her mouth, simply
staring at her. She nodded in understanding and he moved his hand away. Dipper
simply smiled at the scene and continued eating.
He was more than excited about having a new place to live, away from his old
school where he was already infamous for being a "dork" and "lame" and got
picked on everyday, he can start fresh with a clean slate here in Gravity
Falls. He was glad his parents wanted to move, Mabel was iffy but she clung to
Dipper in times like this and he had no problem with that. They were currently
spending the summer with their Uncle Stanley, he ran a small local shop that
sold random knick knacks and tourist things such as Gravity Falls t-shirts,
key-chains, license plates, post cards, all the good expensive things that
visitors buy for no reason. He had a small two bedroom home a bit away from the
town itself but in a decent neighborhood and the walk into town was nice for
the twins.
The town itself was a bit off but it was calm yet wild in its own ways and
Dipper couldn't exactly place it but theres a lingering feeling of "Weird" to
everything that just keeps it interesting. "Who is your 'man on the inside'
anyways?" Dipper questioned as he opened the soda can his uncle slid to him.
"He's a really good friend of mine, practically my brother, I've known him
since we were kids." He explained, wiping his mouth with his wrist "His name is
Ford, well it's Stanford but I call him Ford."
"Stanford? So you're both Stan?" Mabel asked and Dipper was about to speak up
about it himself. "Yeah, its what we first bonded over." He stated easily,
sipping his Cola.
Dipper spent the rest of the night thinking about how everything was finally
good for once.
And how to convince his parents that Gravity Falls Oregon was a good idea to
move to. He was pretty sure he and Mabel could do it.
===============================================================================
The first day of school was always intense and he felt Mabel squeeze his hand
tightly as they walked in the halls with all of the other kids. Junior high and
High school were in the same buildings together here so there were plenty of
older teens moving around them, it was very intimidating especially since
Dipper and Mabel were short for their age, these kids tower over them. They saw
Wendy and the gang at least before they came in and although Wendy warned them
of the horrors of high school she seemed to be excited and having fun, so that
calmed them down quite a lot. They had just finished homeroom and were walking
in the hall since they had math together as well. They had a decent amount of
classes with each other though considerably less than their last school and it
made Mabel scared but Dipper assured her he'd always see her in the halls.
So far their teachers were rather nice, and as Math came to an end and they had
to part ways, Dipper was hoping for a cool Science teacher, if not he'd be
incredibly disappointed as Science was his favorite class, and if he had a jerk
for a teacher well...that'd suck. He turned into the hall, brand new sneakers
squeaking against the polished floor and he trotted up to the door, getting on
his tip-toes to try and get a glance through the slightly fogged glass, shocks
of excitement coursing through him at making decent first impressions on
everyone, and he'd been doing good! Through the window in the door he could see
the tables set up with various tubes on them. Test tubes?! He could squeal
right now! He couldn't find the teacher yet, so he took a breath and opened the
door, getting inside and sitting at a table by himself as a few students were
still filling in.
He ended up being paired with a rather hipster looking kid, at least a year
older than him and he wonders if he'd been held back. He has piercings going up
his ears and jet black hair, a red beanie doing that, half-on half-off style,
then the white collared shirt and brown khakis uniform of GF Junior High, he
doesn't honestly look like the type of kid Dipper would hang out with but he
won't judge by a cover, he smiled warmly at him anyways. The kid just gave a
tired smile back and laid forward on the workspace, arms folded as a pillow and
Dipper can understand that feeling, he's been there more than enough times. The
teacher walks in not too long after and the boy sat back up again, rubbing his
eye but Dipper's own couldn't be taken away from the adult in the room as he
made his way to the whiteboard and scrawled a quick yet pretty looking
"Stanford Pines" in black marker.
So this was his uncle Stan's so called "brother" that helped get them into
school? He was...well, to put it the only way Dipper can without feeling
creepy, he was very attractive. His teacher was tall, at least 6'1 and held
this rugged air about him, he had thick square glasses that fit his face
perfectly, bright blue eyes and fluffy, slightly long brown hair, a broad body
build as well. He looked good, and Dipper felt the heat rise to his cheeks as
he, hopefully subtly, checked his teacher out. He had to have been in his
thirties like Stan and that made Dipper feel a bit small and flashbacks to
crushing on Wendy, someone too old for him flooded his mind and he felt defeat.
He could still admire him though.
"Good Morning class, welcome back to most of you, hello to the new students."
His eyes swept the crowd of teens in front of him and Dipper felt himself
shudder at his deep voice, and he replied "Good Morning Mr.Pines" with everyone
else. He had an even better feeling about school here in Gravity Falls after
meeting Stanford.
===============================================================================
It's been two months since Dipper and Mabel first started living here and its
been the best two months of their lives. Mabel was incredibly popular here,
well, with her own crowd of people but that didn't bother her and Dipper
himself actually had a friend or two, he kept up a strong image for himself and
with many things Stan taught him, he felt a lot more confident in himself so
many things in the past that bothered him had little to no effect on him now.
All in all things were going better than good for the twins, Dipper was even
very close with Stanford.
He found out that Ford was really into mysteries and the supernatural like he
was. He even plays DnD! He made Dipper feel like he wasn't dorky or abnormal,
he wasn't alone in his interests and he even got to see Ford sometimes when
they go visit Stan. The first day of school Dipper noticed Ford's hands, they
weren't too hard to notice but still, he was polydactyl. He explained further
one dinner at Stan's that he used to be heavily bullied for his hands, and
Dipper felt like he could understand that, he's been bullied before about his
birthmark. Ford says its cool, and he's the coolest guy Dipper knows so that's
intense! He's gotten private lessons and even gets peeks into Ford's latest
projects, but Stanford, as he found out, is a very busy man.
He's a teacher in two seperate schools, GF Junior high and in a prestige
college over on the East Coast. Apparently he teaches Junior High because he
feels very at home here in Gravity Falls, its also where Stan lives and he
often spends nights there, so it confirmed how close Stanley had claimed they
were.
Dipper has spent many extra hours after class to catch up on extra credit or to
even just spend time with Ford since he can't do so on a normal basis, he takes
what he can get at school. Today was rather bland, nothing too eventful and he
even woke up with a sore neck, he was feeling sluggish and Mabel gave him cover
in homeroom so he could take a quick nap, it helped but not as much as he had
hoped. She tried helping him out again in Math but had gotten in trouble and he
wouldn't put her in a situation like that again so he decided to just get
through the morning like this, he's stayed up whole days before so this was
nothing, though he's not looking forward to moseying around Gym.
He received a large bear hug of "fantastic energy" from his sister before she
turned to head off to History and he lazily made his way to Science, maybe his
enormous interest in the subject can help wake him up. That or he could ask
Ford to take a nap after class, he's 90% sure he would let him. But, somehow,
almost as soon as he walked in he got this vibe that something was wrong.
Sitting there and writing notes on the subject he would occasionally make eye
contact with Ford and the look in his eyes was off putting, Dipper felt like
maybe he had messed up on saying something or he did bad on a test, Stanford
was eyeing him the entire time and it was making the teen nervous, his anxiety
was kicking up and it lodged itself in his chest as if he was about to be
scolded by his parents, which always made him cry afterwards.
God, he hopes he doesn't cry.
Quickly gathering his things, too quickly as he received an odd look from
Kaden, he had become quite good friends with his lab partner, he ignored it and
started to make a dash towards the door with the rest of the students until a
large hand came down on his shoulder and gently spun him around. "Dipper, could
you stay back so I can have a word with you...?" The emphasis he put on his
words rubbed Dipper the wrong way and the heavy look in his eyes was familiar
yet entirely foreign being directed at himself. He stood there and watched as
Ford sat in his chair and listened to the students flood out of the room, he
almost missed his cue to close the door as he had a million scenarios rush
through his mind about what was going to go down but with a scurried skip in
his step he pushed it softly listening to the click as it closed shut and when
he turned back around to face his teacher there was an entirely foriegn yet
disturbingly familiar look set upon Stanfords face.
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And now Dipper remembers how he got here. Wasn't too hard, really but he still
doesn't want his teacher looking at him like that, he has a vauge idea of what
it is and honestly he doesn't like it at all, no matter how much he finds Ford
attractive; A thirty-six year old man should not be sending bedroom eyes
towards a thirteen year old. It felt so wrong and Dipper felt so incredibly
small and helpless, he wanted to call for Mabel or another teacher or anybody,
really, someone who could help because for the love of God he's starting to
like being stared at like this and it was horrifying.
"Come here." The deep voice of the adult in the room beckoned and Dipper's legs
locked in place feeling like wet cement and he was so scared thinking of the
consequences to not following Ford's orders that he didn't realise said man had
stood up and was making his way over to him. Dipper squeaked, instincts making
him back up into the wall behind him and clench his eyes shut wanting this all
to be over already, he was even whimpering softly. He felt tears start to prick
his eyes when there was a warm breath on his neck leading him to believe Ford
had kneeled in front of him as he barely came to the mans waist normally. For
the longest time that's all Stanford did, hover uncomfortably close to the boy,
take in his scent and admire him, how small he was compared to the knowledge he
owned, if one talked to Dipper over the phone you'd never understand how he was
just a mere thirteen but having him right infront of you was more than a
reality check.
Finally he made a move and Dipper was silently begging for him to do what he
wanted and to get it over with, no matter how terrible it was going to be he
just didn't want to be here anymore. Ford placed a soft kiss on Dipper's neck
causing the boy to shake and whimper, he wasn't going to fight because he knew
that not only would it make it worse but there's no way he could push against
someone as strong and broad as Stanford. He was trapped and Ford knew it. He
kisses the skin again, longer this time to savour it before he began to attack
the fragile surface, nips, licks and rough kisses tore sobs and whimpers from
Dipper's throat as he fought back any part of his body that was terribly
finding this pleasurable, he was incredibly sensitive and Ford was being strong
and rough and soon his large hands started to roam the young teens body.
He gripped and rubbed his small hips, thumbs dipping into the soft skin, he
hiked up his polo to rub his warm smooth belly and feel how fast his heart was
beating through his chest, so small by comparison to his own body and he moaned
at how much Dipper was squirming under his touch, the tiniest puffs of air are
punched out through his supple lips letting the much older man know how hard he
was trying not to make a sound and it was rather exciting. Not as much for
Dipper, he was having the worst time of his life. Everything about this was new
and terrifying, the actions Ford was doing felt good but not the fact that he
was doing them and while Dipper's body was steadily getting excited his mind
was increasing in fear and a few tears rolled down his soft cheeks, Ford wiped
them away and tried to ignore how harshly Dipper flinched.
He took his time enjoying the boys body, kissing his chest and belly, pushing
his tongue against his naval and in his belly button tasting the sweat from the
earlier heat in the day and feeling him shake against his face, Ford kissed him
and Dipper gasped sharply, his hands panicked and flew to the mans shoulders
gripping his sweater tightly as his mouth stayed frozen even as the large wet
muscle invaded and licked around. Dipper squeaked at how big Ford's tongue felt
in his mouth and it reached everything, sliding along his gums and his own
tongue, coaxing it into a shy, nervous circle pattern as Dipper sobbed into his
mouth and cringed at the feeling, Ford was so rough as if he expected Dipper to
know all of this already. The worst part was this deep pressure in his belly
right above his pelvis that was warm and constantly increasing in heat making
the rest of his body heat up and it was making him feel so sensitive and good,
he was frustrated and he wanted to scream but his body kept kissing Ford
against his wishes. He wasn't good at it nor was he doing it with any
enthusiasm but he was returning the heavy make-out he was forced into and that
was enough for Stanford, he was finished with his half-assed foreplay, if you
could even call it that.
Ford unlatched himself from the teens face and paid no mind to the lingering
spit between their mouths as he stood up and set his six fingered hands on his
belt watching Dipper's eyes go wide and a soft hiccup escaped the boy. He
didn't really know how to describe how he felt about it except that it was
intense and he didn't want to know what Ford was thinking on doing with such a
large appendage. The buldge in those black slacks was more than intimidating
for someone as small as Dipper who's never seen another penis other than his
own and here he was about to be fully presented with a grown man's version. It
was almost in slow motion, Stanfords hands unbuckling his belt, popping the
button and pulling the zipper down only to hook his thumbs in his underwear and
tug down to about mid-thigh and letting himself spring free. On a last
conscious thought, Ford leaned over and yanked the blinds down over the glass
on the door, they weren't going to be caught as technically no one was even
supposed to be in here and he rarely gets bothered but that just made him feel
a bit better.
The entire time Ford was locking the door and making sure the blinds would stay
so no one could look in, Dipper's own eyes couldn't look away. It was so much
bigger than his own and he had nothing to base it off of but damn if it wasn't
thick, it was a flushed red and was leaking this slightly white liquid. What
was Ford planning on doing with that? Did he want Dipper to do something with
it, to touch it or do god knows what? Dipper tried squishing back against the
wall as much as possible and let out a few more whimpering sobs before
Stanfords attention was finally reverted back to the current situation. His
hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and squeezed bringing a deep groan
and Dipper watched as he gave a few strokes to himself, his hips moving lightly
against his hand and Dipper cringed when he saw it throb.
"Dipper, open your mouth..." Fords voice came fron above, gravely and deeper
than he's used to and he found himself frozen again, unable to even blink as
his eyes bore into the dick in front of him. Why does he want his mouth open?
Does he want him to...lick it? Or kiss it or whatever kind of disgusting fresh
hell he has awaiting his mouth? "Dipper, please..." why did he sound so
desperate? Dipper was the desperate one, he wanted to leave, why did Ford
choose him out of all the other older kids he could have done this with?! He
just wants this to be over, and on that morbid thought he clenches his eyes
shut, sobs loudly and his shoulders shake.
He opens his mouth.
"Good boy..." that pressure grew larger, his legs trembled and, oh god, he let
out a moan. Why did that feel so good, having Stanford say that to him, praise
him like that? It always felt good, it made his chest swell and a grin break
out on his face any time his teachers complimented him but it never felt...this
good. Ford caught on easily enough and that's where Dipper thinks his downfall
started.
"Do you like that, Dipper...? Being a good boy? I'm really proud of you so far,
you're taking this so well..." Ford's voice cooed and Dipper felt a warm hand
rest on his head, petting his hair. Yes, it did feel good, no, he won't respond
to him. Ford pet him for a bit longer until that same hand held Dipper's jaw,
firm but gentle as it didn't hurt. "Put your tongue over your bottom teeth." He
instructed and the boy hiccuped, shaking as he followed his orders.
He tasted it. It was awful. Salty, bitter, hot and all around unpleasant but it
didn't taste, well, dirty. He thought it was going to be much, much worse than
what it was and he fisted his shirt, the smell was making his stomach turn and
frightfully, in a good way. The head was resting just slightly inside his
mouth, he was breathing hotly onto it and Ford let out such a gutteral moan it
sent chills along Dipper's heated skin. He didn't know what to do, it was
pushing on his tongue and was already too large to be remotely comfortable in
his mouth but suddenly Ford's grip on his jaw strengthened, pulled it lower and
started to make it ache and strain as he pushed further into his mouth. Dipper
sobbed on it, his hiccups and sounds muffled as his hands flew to white knuckle
Stanford's slacks, and the salty tasted delved further on his tongue.
Ford only got halfway, when he tried pushing further Dipper nearly screamed on
him, gagging violently and sobbing, tears flowing easily. He pet him and told
him how good his mouth felt, how proud he was and such a smart boy to breath
through his nose, Dipper hated how the praise made his knees weak and somehow,
there must be something wrong with him, that hot pressure grew and his tighty-
whities were straining with his enterily regretful erection. "Please Dipper, be
a good boy and suck as hard as you can." Ford pushed his fringe back and traced
a thumb along the constellation birthmark. Dipper shuddered, took a deep
breath, wondered exactly why was he listening to him when he forced himself
upon him, and began sucking the cock in his mouth.
It was hard, Ford filled up his mouth and more, his tongue feebly tried to make
work of the girth, closing his eyes as more hot tears fell and he gave it all
his might, slurping softly as his tongue and lips created a delicious suction.
He was rewarded with petting and a few complimenting words being strung out in
breaths, he absolutely loathed how much he lived to hear praise come from his
peers. Ford pulled out slightly and pushed back in, throwing Dipper off of his
coarse and yanking him from wherever it was he went when he zoned out only to
squeak and panic. Stanford cupped the back of his head and held Dipper's
constantly aching jaw, continuing to roll his hips and dick into the hot, wet
hole of the teens mouth and Dipper whimpered loudly, hit his thighs in protest
but Ford ignored it all. Knowing this, Dipper clenched his eyes shut and kept
them that way, focusing on the raunchy taste and how uncomfortable his mouth
felt rather than how intoxicating the smell was, how Stanford's groans were
like vocal-melted chocolate and how harshly he was rubbing his thighs together.
This went on for so much longer than Dipper thought it would and Ford only got
faster, rougher, working simply on his own pleasure and he even started shoving
past halfway, getting admittedly carried away but he was just so damn close and
the kid was making less noise than usual so he was going to assume he was fine
for now. Dipper wasn't. He was choking, gagging and begging that it would stop,
it hurt so much, it was so filling and scary, it thrusted so deep, easily
hitting his throat and on some thrusts it broke past and pushed into it, Dipper
felt he was going to throw-up on him. Luckily, for the both of them at that
point, Stanford finished on a back pull, the head of his cock just barely past
Dipper's lips when he came hard in thick spurts and startled, frightened,
Dipper jerked back and gasped, squeaking and sobbing as it started coating his
face in globs, he held his hands up in a pathetic attempt to stop it any
further but it stopped soon enough, though he was covered in it thanks to his
own actions.
Ford leaned against the wall, groaning and basking in the afterglow of his
rather amazing orgasm and caught his panting breath, watching behind tired
lidded eyes as the boy below him sobbed and attempted to clean the cum off of
his hands onto his polo shirt. Taking a good three to four minutes to collect
himself, Stanford began to pick up his slacks around the time that Dipper
started to clean his face with tears that were still falling helping him pick
up the semen. Ford tucked himself away and situated his clothing as best he
could letting out a soft huff and turning back to the frightened, shaken boy he
just assaulted only to find no expression whatsoever. Dipper was rather blank
faced, continuously wiping his eyes and dried tears away, Stanford couldn't
help but notice the bow-legged stance the young teen had put himself in and he
even managed to catch the slight bulge in his beige khakis. He smirked to
himself and definitely ignored the sudden horrified expression as he touched
Dipper's shoulders.
He picked him up and set him ontop of the closest table, minding the expensive
test tubes and vials, he kissed Dipper lightly and for once since he started,
he spoke. "What more do you want...?" He was so quiet, it was sad, really, even
to Ford who knew exactly what he was going to be doing today. He kissed his
birthmark "Trust me, you're going to like it." He spoke gently and there was a
soft sob shaking the small shoulders. Ford swallowed thickly and got onto his
knees, working on taking off those uniform pants, Dipper squirmed and started
to freak out, it took quite the amount of compliments, praise and pure force to
get him to stop. His pants and underwear were now draped around his ankles, his
body trembling and he felt the tears rising back up, the knot re-lodging itself
in his throat and he couldn't bare to watch, hands clasped over his eyes. He
thought he was done, free from this confusing, uncomfortable, disgustingly,
disturbingly, going-to-be-locked-away-forever nightmare of sexual assault.
He thought he was going to die when he felt such an intense heat and slippery
wet cavern engulf everything that classified him as a male in one swift motion.
His hands flee from his face to grip the edge of the metal lab table and his
eyes locked onto the event transpiring between his thighs, spread wide to
accommodate the head now buried between them. Stanford's mouth was latched onto
the boys penis, even if Ford had never sucked a man off this still would have
been a rather easy feat. Not to say Dipper was incredibly small, rather average
for his age but he was just getting into puberty and nothing had begun to
change about his body yet, his dick was easy to handle for the grown man. He
knew Dipper wasn't going to last long, two minutes tops, so he got to work,
sucking on the delicious and cute penis. He quite enjoyed himself doing it,
feeling the soft twitches and listening to suddenly how loud Dipper got, moans
that were once muffled are now being belted without a care, small hands
gripping at his hair and tugging, weak hips shoving at his face and he
chuckled, vibrating on the boy, large tongue flicking and abusing the small
cock in his mouth and just under sixty seconds his mouth had a nice burst of
thin cum filling it. He drank it easily, the taste wasn't something he was used
to per say but at least fammiliar with and when he popped off, the red,
gorgeously contorted pleasure on Dipper's face was almost as satisfying as his
early climax.
He had to hold him close, delicately and whispering such sweet words into his
ear. Dipper couldn't feel his thighs or his sense of reason anymore, he just
needed a nap.
===============================================================================
Dipper stood blankly outside the door of his Science class, knees already
shaking at the memory of what transpired a week ago and he could feel himself
getting sweaty just thinking about it, that nervous fear bubbling back up in
his belly like the first time it happened, yet unlike his first time, the
twisting pressure in his gut was filled with an excited, naughty pleasure as he
thought about all the new things he could learn in todays after class lesson.
After all, he gets such an amazing reward when he finishes and although
sometimes it hurts and makes him uncomfortable, sometimes he says no and it
happens anyways, he keeps coming back for more, every weekday after class and
he can't exactly figure out why. He doesn't want to, anyways.
End Notes
     If I misspelled anything or my grammer doesn't add up, sorry, let me
     know!
     Hope you liked it, I may be lazy with them but I do like writing
     really gross stupid porn~
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