Naked Desires: EdSer Unhinged

Hor-moans, A Pregnancy Saga: Prof. Bolat

Hello everyone, while I'm having severe writer's block with my AU but the creative juices with this series wont stop flowing😅.

This is a mini series of what I imagined Eda's pregnancy hormones would be like in different settings.

As evident by this story's title, this is purely smut. So please don't read if you're too young or this is not your type of thing.

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"Thank you and I will see you all on Thursday, hopefully, with your first drafts."

Serkan clasped his hands and smiled at his students as they left the room one by one; he released a sigh of content. Finally, he felt like he was getting a hang of being a teacher. After almost two months of doing the job, he built a solid relationship with his students and he can see the progress they're making. Pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of heels clicking on the floor of the classroom, he looked up, and his breath caught. The papers he was gathering long forgotten.

There in front of him was standing Eda Yildiz, in a short red and white checkered dress, her long legs on display, and as his eyes went up her body, they landed on her pouted lips painted in red.

Serkan gulped, his adam's apple visibly bobbing, Eda felt a shiver zip down her spine at how she still coaxed a reaction like that out of her husband. She remembered the reason she came, and closed the classroom door, making sure to lock it.

"Hello, professor," she purred sexily; and Serkan felt his slacks getting tighter. God, it was embarrassing how weak he was even to the sound of her voice. He played off the effect, and slightly raised his brow in question; only getting the mischievous spark in her eyes as a response.

So, like a good husband, he played along. "Yes, how can I help you?" His body was hyperaware of her inching closer towards him; when she was in front of his desk, she stopped. "I was wondering, if you could help me. You see, I'm having difficulty focusing in class and I just feel like I would do so much better, if I could have some private tutoring." Eda looked up at him through her lashes, and he fought every cell in his body to not show how affected he was.

Eda was overjoyed at the obvious effect she had on him, his pupils dilated, his irises glowing a warm hazel instead of their usual green; and most of all the growing bulge in his slacks. She spared a quick look at said bulge, and licked her lips in anticipation. Serkan gulped, loudly this time, in response.

"Well Ms. Yildiz, don't you feel like that's unfair to your classmates?" He said in a strict tone; and Eda had to repress the urge to shiver from arousal. "It's just that, professor, I don't think the rest of my classmates have the same problems concentrating like I do," using his distraction to her advantage and moving across the desk to stand right in front of him. He bit back a groan at the way she called him 'professor' almost like a moan, and now with her closeness had her clothed breasts brush against his chest with every breath. 

"I did notice that you seem to lack interest in this course, but enlighten me why do you have problems concentrating?" He was trying his best to maintain the same strict tone, while looking down at her and her pout. She took his large hand  into hers, and ran her index finger from the palm of his hand all the way up to bicep.

"No, not at all, I'm very interested in you-- I mean your class. The thing is, Professor, your hands are very distracting, sir. They're just, so beautiful, oh the things you must be able to do with them. Then there are your arms, they're so strong, they look like they could crush me." She looked up at him through her dark lashes, and bit down on her lower lip, knowing her effect on him. He nodded for her to carry on unable to voice it, "then there are your eyes. Every time, I look into them I get lost trying to name every color, there must be a hundred."