Summary: As soon as the semester ends, some mutual feelings are revealed, and mutual feeling ensues.
A/N: This started as a few messages written directly in the CSMM Discord chat and was only supposed to be a minific there to encourage other people to write Professor Killian fics.
I should've known better than to copy and paste them into a doc "just to save what I'd written," because I have as little restraint with writing these two doing each other as Killian usually has in my fics.
Anyway, shout-out to all the lovely people on said Discord, without whom I'd never write any of this, and thank you to @kmomof4 for betaing this for me.
Rated: E; Words: 2432; AO3
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The only thing hotter than the sweltering classroom with a long-broken air conditioner was the man handing out the last grades of the semester. An A graced the top right corner of Emma’s paper, “Very Good” written in his handwriting beneath it, and all she wanted was a nice F after class with the same praise spilling from his lips.
Emma took her time putting her books back into her bag for the last time as the other students hurriedly filed out of the room before she slowly approached him, not at all intimidated by the way he casually leaned back against his desk, his arms indecisive as to whether they wanted to cross in front of him or help support his weight.
“Professor Jones, I—” she started, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear, an action which she knew he always watched.
“Have been waiting for this, for the semester to end?” He rocked forward onto his feet, and she became suddenly very aware of their proximity and privacy.
“I’d never want your class to end, professor,” she said quickly, hoping he knew she was anything but bored during his lectures, always captivated for a number of reasons.
“Oh?” He stepped forward, guiding her back toward the table behind her and smiling when she gasped as her legs bumped the edge. He lifted the end of the strand of hair she’d moved and twirled it around his finger. “But there’s so much I could teach you now that it’s over.” His face was impossibly close to hers, his breath searing her lips as they opened and hesitated. “Other, more enjoyable things. If you’d like.”
Desire flooded her, swirling through her mind and rushing right to her core.
“Yes, please,” she said weakly with a slight shift in her stance at the sudden dampness between her legs. “I’m always eager to learn new things.” Emma draped her arms over his shoulders and smirked with feigned confidence as she added, “Though I think you’ll find I’m already pretty well educated in this particular subject.”
“Then we’ll just have to put your knowledge to the test, love.”
Emma yelped as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her onto the table. He shushed her with his finger on her lips, advising her that the neighboring classrooms may not be so empty, but groaned himself as she sucked the tip into her mouth.
“Hush yourself, professor,” she teased, threading her fingers in his hair and pulling him into a kiss. Oh so innocently swinging her legs, she coaxed his apart and nudged the stiff, sensitive flesh between them with each outward stretch.
“Gods,” he gritted. Stilling her with his hands firmly gripping her waist, he pulled her forward, balancing her on the edge of the table with his knee between her legs. “Bloody minx, you’ll be the death of me,” he said as he eased down the zipper of her jeans. “These fucking tight things have teased me for far too long.” He slipped his hand beneath the denim, half expecting to find her bare beneath them, rubbing his fingers along the already wet strip of material covering his goal as she bucked into his hand. “You know exactly what you’re doing every time you bend further than necessary to reach for your bag, or you make a point to swagger past my desk and sway your fucking perfect ass as you walk out the door.”
“I th—fuck,” Emma panted as he moved her panties aside and sank two fingers inside her, “I think about that desk a lot, professor.” She clenched her fists in his hair and tugged as she threw her own head back on a poorly stifled moan before leaning forward and resting her forehead on his chest while she struggled to catch her breath as he continued to take it away. Her hands eventually released their hold on his dark locks and slipped lower, and she unbuttoned his shirt to expose more of his skin as she confessed, “I think about hiding beneath it and sucking you off while you teach.” Shoving the material off his shoulders, she caught a bead of his sweat with her tongue and licked a stripe up his neck before whispering into his ear as she cupped his erection through his trousers, “I think about you fucking me on top of it while everyone watches.”
“Fuck, Swan,” he growled, removing his hand from her despite her protesting whine and pressing it to her back as he tucked his other arm beneath her and carried her to the desk in question, her ankles locking behind his back until he lay her down on the wooden surface. “We’ve no audience, darling, but I can certainly make the other portion of your thought come to fruition.”
His thumbs hooked under the hem of her top and slid it up her body. His teeth dragged against her skin as he closely followed the material with his mouth until it lay atop the swell of her breasts. Emma’s eyes fluttered closed as he unclasped her bra and lifted it out of his way. He sealed his lips around her nipple as his hands passed over the expanse of her stomach and tugged her jeans down to her knees. As he coaxed her legs apart with his own, he lowered the zipper on his trousers and freed his stiff cock from its confines, giving it a few short strokes to sooth his own ache before his fingers returned to her dripping core.
“These,” he muttered against her soft flesh as he kneaded her breast and worked a mark into the side of the other, his other hand steadily pumping between her legs, “are perfect. You,” he said as his mouth wandered, expanding its area of exploration down to her navel and back up to her collarbone, “are perfect.”
Emma’s brow furrowed as she chased his hand with her hips, her jaw falling open loosely as she focused on the pleasure his fingers alone were giving her. If she’d opened her eyes, she would have seen his smile, soft and satisfied despite the burning desire flickering behind his gaze as he watched her react to his skilled touch.
“Every inch of you is delicious, Emma,” he mumbled into her skin, sending an eager shiver up her spine.
Another, stronger tremble coursed through her whole body as he curled his fingers inside her and found the spot that left her shaking in front of him, hitting it relentlessly as his tongue teased every other sensitive place he could find. He muffled her gasp with a kiss as his thumb rubbed her clit with gentle passes, pressing his smile to her lips as she squirmed beneath him, the peaks of her breasts brushing against his chest with every movement.
“I think you’re ready for me, love.”
His words barely registered with her, but when she arched into his hand, he slipped his fingers out of her and spread her entrance with them as he slowly replaced them with his cock, allowing her to adjust to his size as he filled her so completely and took her breath away.
“Gods, Emma,” he sighed, resting his forehead on hers for a moment as he began to move with gentle, languid thrusts. “So fucking tight.” As her arousal coated his cock, it became easier to move within her. He gripped her sides to steady her as she writhed and whimpered with every smooth slide. “I’ve wanted to feel you since the very first day of the semester,” he confessed, gradually increasing the pace as he snapped his hips with purpose. “Now that I finally can, I don’t know how I managed to restrain myself.” He licked a stripe up the side of her neck and pulled her earlobe between his teeth.
“Why didn’t you?” Emma asked, panting through the question as she rocked to meet his thrusts, “Feel me then?” She scrambled for something to hold, trailing her fingertips along his arms before digging half moons into his flesh with her nails like the way his zipper bit into her skin each time he filled her. “I wanted it, too.”
“Bad form,” he sighed before kissing his way back to her breasts. “But as of today, you’re no longer my student.” He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t decide where he wanted his mouth to be. Dragging his teeth up the column of her throat, he continued, “Your grades have been submitted. You’re no longer under my care. There’s no line to cross now.” Tugging her bottom lip with a bite, he growled, “And I must say, I much prefer you under my body than under my wing.” Slanting his mouth against hers, his tongue plunged inside, making her dizzy as it thrust in time with his cock.
His mouth soon became too preoccupied to speak as the taste of her skin consumed him. Emma’s tongue swept across her bottom lip and retreated on a moan as her professor hungrily nipped and sucked at her pulse point. Her hand shot up to encourage him as his scruff teased the hollow of her throat, but the overwhelming combination of sensations as he fucked her had her head spinning, and the growing tension low in her belly as she arched her back made it difficult to take any sort of hold of him. Her thumb grazed his jaw as her nails gently scraped against the side of his neck before she reached down instead to grip the edge of the desk.
Emma brought one hand between them, needing just a little more and determined to have it, but his fingers met hers there to tend to her clit himself. He let her guide his hand, circling and rubbing and soothing with the pressure and rhythm she liked, and soon she let him take over alone as she leaned forward just enough to reach around him and slip her hands beneath his trousers to clutch at his ass.
“Please, professor,” she moaned and pulled him ever closer, locking her ankles behind his knees as she desperately clung to him, her jeans pulling taut around his legs.
“Tell me what you need, love,” he said softly, the echoing slap of his skin against hers louder than his voice.
“I need you to come, professor,” Emma panted, writhing in his arms. “I need you to come inside me and make me come with you.”
“Fuck,” he growled, slamming into her with purpose as his thumb continued its endless assault of her clit. “Emma, are you sure?”
“Yes, it’s fine,” she breathed, rocking faster. “I promise, please.”
“Gods, you’re amazing,” he sighed against her cheek. As her hands slid up his spine to dig her fingers into his shoulders, he lifted her off the desk and bounced her on his cock as he thrust upward to meet her. “Let go, darling,” he guided, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth before muffling her moans with a passionate kiss as she shuddered in his arms.
Emma held on tightly around his neck as her legs kicked out with a mind of their own and she suddenly lost their support, relying on him to keep her from falling as her orgasm overcame her. She couldn’t care less if any passersby in the hall got a show, should they decide to peek through the slats of the mostly-closed blinds in the interior windows. If she were being honest, the risk only made everything hotter.
“Come with me, professor,” she whispered pleadingly as she quaked in his embrace.
With a groan, he lay her back onto the desk again and squeezed her hips as her muscles squeezed his length, pounding into her with abandon. Emma was sure he’d bite a hole through his lip with the way his jaw clenched on it as he stopped himself from crying out. After one, two, three more deep thrusts, his hips stuttered to a halt and his cock pulsed inside her as he filled her with his warm release, her walls fluttering around him as she came down from her own high.
“That was—”
“Fucking hot?” Emma finished his sentence as they both breathed heavily. As her professor reluctantly stepped backward, Emma teasingly gripped his cock in her hand as it slipped from her core, drawing forth a hiss as she worked it and thumbed at the sensitive tip, feeling it already hardening again beneath her touch. “Though that was hardly a test of my knowledge. But I’m more than happy that you provided the answers for me this time.”
“This time?” He questioned, hesitating a moment before he caught her wrist and stilled her hand. He smirked in soft amusement as she practically pouted at him.
“What,” she asked, “are we really done after only one class?” Getting to her feet, Emma pulled up her panties followed by her jeans, catching their combined releases as it dripped onto the material. “Is this not a full course?” She guided his hand to her breast. “I was hoping for a whole new semester with you.”
He wrapped his other arm around her and lowered his hand to the curve of her ass, pulling her tightly against himself as he challenged, “Only that long, love?” His scruff brushed her cheek as he growled in her ear, “We’re far from finished with your lessons, darling, but my next class should be filing in soon. And as tempting as your other fantasy may be, I’d also like to keep my job.” After he helped her right her bra and smooth down her top, he tucked his fingers under her chin and brushed his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip as he continued, “But I will certainly enjoy assessing this pretty mouth of yours very soon.”
“Mmmm,” Emma smiled, cupping the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss, only parting from him when the sounds of footsteps and idle chatter echoed through the halls as they began to fill with students and faculty alike.
“Meet me in my office tonight,” he instructed quietly, quickly righting himself in his own trousers and buttoning his shirt before anyone could realize what they’d just done. “Special hours, just for you, and we’ll review for that oral exam, yeah?”
“I’ll be there,” Emma assured him, retrieving her backpack and stepping backward toward the door. “Thank you, Professor Jones.”
He gave her a nod as he returned to his place behind his desk, resting his palms on the surface.
“Miss Swan.”
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A/N: Yes, I know what I've done by ending it there.
Yes, K has already told me I need to write more chapters of it.
No, I don't make any promises, but yes, I left it open on purpose just in case inspiration strikes again.
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