poetic smut

reader x teacher

who knew that signing up for being a teacher's assistant for your professor would end up like this? you wanted to help him grade papers, hoping he'd loosen up a little and stop being so stressed. and he was extremely attractive, so of course you had to sign up to be his TA. he always bought you snacks and brought you coffee, he was so grateful for his little assistant. he was so grateful that he invited you to his home to help you grade papers in a quiet, less distracting setting. his house smelt like cedar and pine, a beautiful setting that almost felt romantic.

"come sit on my lap, dear," he suggested as he sat in his office chair while you attempted to grade papers on the couch. your cheeks grew hot as you walked over to him slowly. "don't be shy, it's alright," he cooed as he patted his thighs, symbolically begging you to press yourself against him.

and so you did. you sat on his lap, your back to his chest, your core shamelessly throbbing as you felt his crotch against yours. you couldn't help but squirm a little, there wasn't much room on the chair for the both of you anyways. your little movements were driving your professor absolutely mad. he gripped your waist as you gasped quietly, turning to face him.

"why couldn't you just sit still?" he questioned angrily as he sighed, hand reaching down to his pants. he fumbled with his belt buckle, unbuttoning himself and freeing his painfully erect cock. he practically tore your clothes off, wrestling to expose the fruit of your young body. he spit on his hand, rubbing his saliva against your exposed hole. you couldn't help but moan at the eroticism of his actions, how eager he was to bury his cock inside you.

and so he did. he was so big, stretching your virgin hole to it's limit. you let out a wanton moan as he stretched you, molding your insides to fit his length. but he never thrusted. he sat there, you sat on his cock impatiently, wriggling your hips, trying to provoke him to move. he nearly growled, grabbing your face with one hand. 

"sit. still. you're such a slut, you know that right?" he questioned bitterly, causing tears to prick at the corners of your eyes. "answer me," he demanded, his grip tightening around your soft skin. you nodded, rambling words and phrases of agreement. "good, what a whore of an assistant you are," he sighed, returning his hands to your hips. "now finish grading these papers and don't fucking move. maybe i'll reward you, doll."