warnings: professor/student, sub!baekhyun, pegging
❥ [1:10 pm] “come on, mr. byun…” you pant, fingers sinking into the soft skin of his waist, “you can take more than that, can’t you?”
the young professor’s beautiful voice echoes through the empty lecture hall as he chokes on a broken moan of your name, staring up at you with hooded, pleading eyes that have wicked heat pooling between your thighs.
he looks so pretty like this, sprawled messily across his desk, pouty lips all swollen and red, looking damn near ready to cry from the sheer force of the pleasure currently ravaging his trembling body. it’s such a stark contrast from your strict but playful music theory professor who’s always up your ass about your not so exceptional grades that it’s almost staggering.
but, you suppose that’s because now… you’re up his.
a sharp thrust of your hips buries your pretty purple strap deeper inside of his tight walls and sends him into a fit of frantic ‘please, please, please’, as his high gets so close he can damn near taste it. his grip on the edge of his desk tightens drastically, his legs squeezing hard around the shape of your waist. his weeping cock is making such a lovely mess all over his stomach, you’re almost tempted to lean down and lick it.
“you look like you’re about to burst.” you taunt, lips drawn into a devious smirk. “but i’ve only just started having my fun. you’re not going to come so soon, are you?”
baekhyun lets out a pathetic whine as his back arches off the dark mahogany, foggy glasses sliding further up the bridge of his nose. “i— i’m sorry. i can’t h– hold it in.”
you sigh in mock disappointment, sliding a hand down his heaving chest in favor of teasing his flushed, glistening tip. even that light touch is enough to draw a harsh gasp from him, his hips bucking greedily in search of more. it’s so fun to play with him, to watch him fall apart beneath you, to watch him unravel until all that’s left is a desperate mess of a man, once intelligent mind full of nothing but thoughts of delicious release.
you take immense pleasure in being the cause of his undoing.
“alright.” you murmur, dipping down the lick over the length of his throat as your hand speeds up around his throbbing cock. the stimulation has him sobbing out, conflicted as to whether he wants to fuck up into your warm palm or down onto your thick strap.
“make a mess for me, mr. byun.”
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