Reverent college professor x male reader Drabble~ ! ᜊ𐔌՞ ' ⩊ '՞𐦯ᜊ
A/N: m’ own filthy indulgence’s <33
Warnings: dark content, reader is in his twenties, insert/oc is mid 40’s, Amab anatomy, older man/younger man, pin, riding, ass eating, oral, reader receiving, power imbalance
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Just imagine it now, staying after class tryin to muster that courage up, trying to stop the humiliation in your gut! Oh you knew it would work, this man eyefuckin you day in an out you just knew it would work, “I got a D sir” You’d respond like an insult musterin up all that confidence just T’ lose it in one blow “seems so yes?” He was cool but that perversion isn’t an easy hide “want a better grade then earn it” he sat there with his brows furrowed not makin the first move, safe words, free interpretations if you weren’t interested but you were.
“Ride me, make it slow and make it last, don’t stop even if I finish…keep going show me you’re an exemplary student ‘boy’ “ he knew what he was doin! He knew he was rilin you up with those words, workin you all up like an angry school boy. Hips straddling his behind his desk burnin inside from your own fingers- you were doin all the work clearly, prepping yourself an all. You needed it. You were rude when he was revenant, bitter when his adoration was lathered on your skin, your fingers shoved down his throat for spit as you fingered yourself, workin it all open makin him watch, makin him suffer the way heat crept his neck an his cock gave a twitch in those sinful slacks. Could almost taste tha salty twang of his salty spill on your tongue.
His face buried away hot in the side of your neck, makin out with it licking you up like a rent a boy, like he was gettin what was owed, groans and soft grunts pleadin against your skin when your perk little ass brushed against his groin givin teases of what he was gonna taste. You rode him like your life depended on it- maybe not your life but your grate at the least! He was leaned back by tha time he spilt in your insides, hot white flashes behind those otherwise foggy eyes just for you. “Do—nt stop” his teeth gritted, jaw clenched tight his demand sounded weak, sounded like every sinful thing you never knew you needed. How could he still feel so hard when your cock was weeping red, spurts of your own on that itchy sweater, the one abandoned on his desk a few moments later
After his fill, begrudgingly lettin you off his cock he’d have your body bent awkwardly on his desk, limps all over the place lickin up his mess when it oozed out of the puffy pucker between your cheeks, letting an almost feral growl when you tried mufflin those as he called them “pretty boy sounds” in that sweater. Your peaks were raw an tender pressed too his desk sore from his mouth jus like your hole, he was like a starved man, like a thirsty man in the desert an you were the gods nectar against his tongue, each delve an glide inside you makin you all flushed, from face T’ shoulder, only lettin ya leave when you couldn’t physically bare it anymore.
“I’ll fix it in the grade book” he’d breath out weak out of breath, his hands shaky, your hips bared the scorn of those hands, you had thought. His tie was loose his face red with a wet mouth down to his slickened chin, his stomach hot full of your taste he was delighted crackin a grin with those lust filled eyes watchin ya dress back an limp on out.
