Info - imbalanced power dynamic, professor Timothée, student reader, Dom Timothée, cocky Timothée, some praise, size kink, innocence ruined, jealous friend, choking, unprotected sex, desiring public sex, showing off for someone
"Professor Chalamet, I brought an apple for my favourite teacher," I said with a smirk. I placed the crisp fruit on my teacher's desk. He was giving me a smug smile.
"Ms. Y/L/n, thank you so much. I always love a little thank you gift from my favourite student," he winked.
"Oh, am I your favourite student?" I asked in mock surprise.
"Yes, you are," he said slowly.
"What makes me your favourite Professor Chalamet?" I asked.
"Maybe it's those tiny skirts you wear," he whispered. "Or how you make solid eye contact every time you put on lipstick. Maybe it's that you always pay attention in class."
"I like to do as I'm told, I'm a good girl," I chuckled.
"Yeah? A good girl huh?" He asked me.
"Yes, I have many talents," I informed him.
"Interesting," he mused.
I kept my eyes on him the whole lesson. I raised my hand for every question. I made sure my cleavage showed. I wanted him and I wanted him badly. He would be worth having to move colleges or change majors or whatever it would take to get a chance on that ride.
"You want him so bad," one of my friends, Carl, whispered to me.
"Who wouldn't."
"He's not gonna risk his career for you, you're not that hot," he said with an eye roll. The dismissal made wilt a bit. I knew Carl had a thing for me and that's probably what made him say that, but still. I didn't want Mr. Chalamet to think I'd ever tell or try to lose him his job. I'd be happy if he just wanted to slap me in the face with the monster that must be hiding in those dress pants.
"Ms. y/l/n, please stay after class," Mr. Chalamet said right after dismissing the others.
"You're in trouuuuuuble," Carl sang and I swatted at him.
"Shut up," I hissed. I stood by my professors desk as everyone filed out of the room. Finally, it was just us.
"I'd like you to change classes please," he said, straightening his jacket.
"What? Why?" I asked in shock. I hadn't thought Carl would be correct.
"Because I can't fucking concentrate," he said in a sudden burst. He banged his fist down on the desk. I jumped a little and his eyes went dark.
"I am supposed to be a professional, an intellectual, but I go dumb. All I can think of is that pretty pussy swallowing my big dick. All I can think of is being raw inside you. All I can think of are your damn slutty skirts and how badly I need to be touching those perky tits."
"Oh fuck," I groaned. "I am way too empty right now."
"Yeah?" He said darkly. He approached me and towered over me. I bit my lip at I looked up at him.
"Want to be full of professor cock? Want a body filled with cum?" He asked me in a low voice.
"Yes sir," I nodded.
"Strip, you told me you listen well," he chuckled. He went to his chair and lounged in it whoreishly.
I slipped my skirt down so only my pink thong showed. I noticed him massaging his bulge over his pants. He looked so dominant and smug that I felt myself drip.
I next tossed off my sweater. My nipples were hardened buds. I felt sensitive all over. I was naked and fully on display for this older man, my professor, this was so bad, and so good.
"Come here gorgeous, show me why I should keep you around," he said. I walked to him, only in my heels.
"No condom," I said.
"I like the way your mind works," he said. He got his cock out of his tight pants. He worked it up and down and I loved the perverted way he looked at me, like I was prey.
"Ride my cock baby girl," he said aggressively.
"Yes sir," I accepted easily. I let his dick stretch my out as I slid down onto it.
"Oh I'm so full," I whimpered.
"Yeah baby doll?" He chuckled. He began to thrust upwards. I was being bounced on his huge dick. I was making small needy noises.
"That's it pretty girl, you look so nice stuffed with cock," he crooned.
"Th-thank you, oh f-fuck, you're huge," I moaned. I felt like he was rearranging my guts.
"That's it, keep riding, squeeze your superiors big cock," he said. He guided me by putting his large hands on my hips.
"Such a little thing. Such a delicate, breakable, doll, is my big cock gonna split you open?" He asked.
"Oh I don't care if it does," I panted. "I can't think of a sweet pain than being split open by your monster."
"Ha, ha, that's it," he chuckled darkly.
"Uhh, ugh, unf, oh, f-fuck," I whined.
"Princess, it would look so bad if someone came in here. You are clearly having the best sex of your life," he teased.
"I am! I so am, oh holy fuck let them all see me! Let everyone in this school see how I bounce on your dick," I wailed.
"That's it, oh you sound so fucking pretty," he crooned. His large palms felt up my breasts.
"You're so young, so innocent and pure," he purred. Before I knew what was happening he fisted my hair and yanked my head back.
"Ahhh," I cried out. He attacked my neck. He was sucking and biting.
"Mine, all mine, don't let that friend of yours fucking touch you. Your body is mine now. I own you. You exist for my pleasure," he told me in a voice that was soft but so dominant I wanted to bow.
"Yes sir," I agreed immediately.
"Now I'm going to cum inside you, do you understand?" He asked.
"Yes! Oh fuck give it to me," I begged.
"Oh fuck baby, gonna fill this young tight pussy," he groaned. He was fucking cum up inside me. I felt my eyes flutter shut as pleasure overwhelmed me. I was full of my superiors cum. I felt so utterly owned. Forced to get naked and filled with raw cock and then carrying all his cum.
"Good girl, a good cum dump," he purred. He lightly held my throat.
"You're gonna be a good girl and keep it safe won't you?"
"Yes sir," I gulped.
