Smuts/One Shots

professor riddle. (tr)

tom never liked to get close to people, but she was different. she captivated him. the way her body moved, how soft her lips looked, the sinful thoughts filled his head every time he caught wind of her. she never left his mind and that scared him. the way her curly hair bounced when she walked, her deep brown eyes looking into his, her angelic voice.

"ms. jones, stay after class, please." tom ordered as the bell rang.

"you wanted to see me, professor?" annabelle's voice was like music to his ears.

"do you think you're funny? flirting with that boy in the middle of my class, baby?" riddle's eyes darkened.

"i'm sorry, sir." she batted her eyes at him.

tom rolled his eyes. it took everything in him not to jump on her right then there. annabelle jumped up on his desk. he had been sitting in his usual chair, now staring up at the girl. her beautiful legs were right there, almost begging to be touched. annabelle bit her lip, taking the professor's hand and guiding to where she needed him most. he cocked an eyebrow but didn't say anything as he felt how wet she had been.

"my, my, my, princess, who's got you this wet?" tom smirked.

"you, sir." she gasped as he slid a finger down her folds.

"good girl. tell me what you want, pretty girl." he loved the effect he had on her.

she tried to speak, but his fingers were working their magic. annabelle gripped the edge of his desk and tried to keep quiet by biting her lip. tom didn't like that. he pulled her lip from her teeth with his thumb. annabelle looked into his eyes and there was nothing but lust. she could feel herself getting more aroused from just the way he looked at her. he shook his head in amusement as he quickly pumped his fingers in and out.

"my eyes do this much to you, doll?" he smiled.

she released all over his fingers. tom brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her juices. his eyes rolled back. annabelle's face flushed as she looked down to see the bulge in tom's pants. he pulled her into his lap so she could feel how hard he was. she bit her lip to contain her moan. 

"see what you do to me, pretty girl?" the professor chuckled, moving her hips against his hard on.

"fuck." she tried to keep quiet.

"don't hide those pretty sounds from me, my dear. you know how i love to hear just how good i'm making you feel." tom slid his hand back up her skirt, taking notice that she was more aroused than before.

she moved her hips back slightly so her professor could unbuckle his trousers and slide them down to reveal his hardened dick. her eyes widened at the sight. tom smiled at her reaction, telling her to ride him. annabelle glanced up at him before hovering over him and sliding down his length until he was fully inside. the girl let out the most pornographic moan tom had ever heard from her. she moved her hips in figure eight motion, eliciting groans and curses from her professor.

her pace was relentless. she needed him and he needed her. their bodies were made for each other. tom's hands gripped her hips hard, more than likely leaving bruises but neither one of them seemed to mind too much. riddle guided her hips, moving them in a way that pleasurable for both of them. he could tell that she was close. so was he. annabelle clenched around him. tom threw his head back in pleasure and snapped his hips up into her, almost as if he was begging her to do that again.

"cum, princess, all over my cock." tom said through gritted teeth.

just as she reached her orgasm, riddle did too. he emptied himself inside her. she moaned at the warmth filling her from the older man. annabelle went to get off his lap but he held her close, kissing her neck, lips, anywhere his lips could find. she didn't mind. tom knew he had a class soon. that meant annabelle had to leave. 

"be a good girl for me today, yea? don't let me hear any professors say you got into a fight or some stupid shit like that." tom warned as he helped her fix her uniform.

"no promises, professor." she winked.

"behave. or i'll fuck you in front of my next class, making them see my cum run down your legs. understand?" riddle grabbed her throat.

"yes." annabelle nodded.

"yes what?" his eyes were beginning to darken again.

"yes sir." her face flushed.

"good girl. now, head to class and don't be late." tom smacked her ass lightly as she left.

"bye professor." she waved and limped slightly out of the classroom.