Fucking SMUTS

More than my professor Part 1

*Girl's pov*

"You have only one day to complete this work!" my professor, Steve, shouted.

You see, I'm really busy these days—whether it's with family issues or, to be honest, my game addiction. Because of that, I haven’t been able to finish this damn English assignment.

"Yes, sir. I’ll submit it by tomorrow," I said after a brief pause.

"You have to. Or you can just take a zero," he replied coldly.

God, I hate this man. But there's nothing I can really do about it. So I picked up my bag and left the classroom.
The rest of the day felt dull, my mind completely occupied with how I was going to finish the assignment in time. I guess I don’t have much of a choice. I’ll just go straight home and get it over with as fast as I can.

After classes, I rushed home and immediately sat down to work. The sooner I started, the sooner I’d be done.
It was around 3 PM, and I was only halfway through. Hell, I didn’t even think I’d be able to finish.

That’s when the front door opened—and in walked my boyfriend, wearing a huge smile.

Just great. I'm already annoyed, and now this man shows up. Honestly, I didn’t really want anything from him right now... but hey, cuddling is a good way to relieve stress, right?

"Hey baby girl, you busy there? Looks like your professor’s been stressing you out," he said with a smirk, walking toward me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly slid them down toward my chest.

"No, Steve. We are not doing this today," I said, removing his hands.

Yep. That’s right—my professor is also my boyfriend. I know, it’s crazy. We met two years ago and started dating. Back then, I had no idea he was going to end up being my professor. Long story short—it’s complicated.

"Come on, a boob massage is a great stress reliever," he teased, clearly trying not to laugh.

He cannot be serious right now. He’s the one who gave me this mountain of work, and now he wants to play massage therapist?

"Still no," I replied with an annoyed tone.

"Okay, fine. Have it your way. This world is too cruel to people like me," he muttered in a mockingly sad voice.

"You know what I really want from you right now? To leave this room so I can focus. Because my stupid professor gave me a crap-ton of work and—lucky me—the deadline is tomorrow," I snapped back, full of sarcasm.

"You don’t have to be mean about it. And it's not my fault—you were the one playing video games instead of doing your assignment," he said, sounding slightly hurt.

"Okay, fine. But only for half an hour. Then I really have to get back to this."

As soon as I said that, his whole face lit up. He lifted me from the chair and carried me to the bed.
As much as I wanted to say no, deep down I wanted it too. Besides, I wasn’t exactly focused on my work anyway.

He pulled up my top and unclasped my bra. His hands moved slowly, and it actually felt… really good. By the look on his face, he was enjoying it just as much.
I reached out and traced the line of his jaw with my fingers. Before long, my body started to relax, and I felt sleep creeping in—either because of how good it felt or maybe because I was just that exhausted.

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Hey, so that’s it for today! I promise the next chapter will be full-on smut. Part 2 of this is definitely coming, and yeah… I know I said this one would be short, but I had a really cool idea and just had to go with it. So please forgive me !