#acadamia

Name moodboard for Céleste:

“They call me... The Light Eater.”

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Disclaimers: Age gap is okay because student is 19+ (at university), fem receiving, fem reader, first time, aftercare, age gap, professorXstudent, academic environment, smut.

You’ve always had this unwavering attraction to your history professor. Mr Lowark. There was nothing you could do about it, and to be honest, that was the worst part. Whilst morally wrong, the heat and tension you felt was undeniable, and so, when he invited you to his place after your most recent lecture, you couldn’t help but accept his offer. 

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3 hours later

You’re at his place. HIS place. And you simply could not believe it, I mean, it could still be for work purposes, but you had an unwavering inkling that he saw through your ‘academic passion’, and noticed how you always seemed to desire more, something more…personal. He sat himself next to you, muscular thighs prominent through his navy work trousers, and the unmistakable bulge that you could never quite manage to draw your gaze from. Did he notice? Probably, but in the moment you didn’t care. You looked at the historical articles splayed out on the table, but something else caught your attention, he was looking at you. Really looking at you, and it was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. He never looked at you like this during the lectures he delivered, his gaze was reminiscent of something enamoured, but with an undeniable undertone of something more severe, something deeper.

Something in the air shifted, and his hand grazed your thigh, his face watching your reaction intently. “You know why I invited you here don’t you?” he enquired. You smirked and nodded slowly, unable to find your words, and with this, Mr Lowark took this as his cue to take things further. He moved dauntingly closer, his large frame looming over your own -almost doubling it- and he gradually holds your waist, leans down and asks “Have you done this before?”, in which you reply “No, no I’ve not. But I want to.” Immediately his complexion shifted from lustful to attentive, “As it’s your first time, I need to let you know that it might hurt at first, but I promise you with utmost sincerity I’ll be as slow and as gentle with you as you need, you just need to communicate with me, and then after that, I promise I’ll make it good for you.” And with this he undoes his belt, eye contact secured throughout, and helps to undress you tenderly. He knows that obviously you need to be turned on so things don’t hurt as much and so he grabs your naked thigh and hooks it over his waist, his large body flush against yours, almost drowning you. He starts kissing you at the mouth, gently using his tongue but keeping it slow and passionate. This gradually moves down to the sweet spot just below your ear, and as he gently nips and sucks he groans into your ear with a breathy pant. He makes his way to your breast, sucking onto your nipple and nuzzling his head ever so slightly. His hand graduates up your thigh to where he feels you wet, and he moans at the sight of this and pulls away momentarily, whispering teasingly into your ear with ”someone’s ready”.

And then, he looks into you, deeply, and with your nod he brings his already weeping tip to your slick folds. He drags it achingly slow but hard up and down your wetness, brushing the entrance and grazing the clit. When he feels your thighs quiver he raises an eyebrow mockingly and positions himself properly. He holds your waist firmly and puts a pillow underneath your hips “just give the word and I’ll stop or slow down”, and with this he gradually pushes into you, feeling you stretch around him. “You okay?” He reassured, he knew the first bit could be awful, and so he really took his time. As you began to loosen and adjust, he pulled back, and then in, creating a very slow rhythm between the two of you, evoking slight pants and moans with each movement, and so when you encouraged him to go faster, that was enough to break him. His hips snapped forward with such fervour that your eyes widened and you let out a guttural moan. Your nails clutched his tattooed back in desperation, but this only pushed him further. He thrusted and thrusted, deeper each time, and pushed down with his hand lightly on your abdomen so that you could feel ALL of him.