Septiplier Smut/Lemonaide Boi

Professor Iplier

"Turn your textbooks to page 457 please and start reading section 6.9," Mr. Iplier, the professor of my college biomedical engineering class, directed. I sighed, flipping through the pages of the textbook, my mind wandering as I subtly observed my professor's physique. Damn, I thought. He is foiinnee. Christ, (Y/N), get your shit together. If he sees you staring you're going to get a detention. Crap he caught me! Abort! Abort!
"Miss. (Y/L), is there anything I can help you with?" Shit. I drew in a deep breath.
"Actually I'm a little bit confused here." I point to a specific paragraph in the book. Taking the book up to his desk, I watch as he quickly scans the section. I leaned over the book, my cleavage dangerously close to his gaze. His breath hitched, but only for a second. He began to explain the paragraph to me, I nodded along as though I was listening, but in reality, I was melting in the dark chocolate of his eyes.
"Oohhhh," I realized. "I get it now, thank you!" He simply nodded at me as I returned to my seat. Holy shit. I just did that.

As we exited the classroom, I slipped a piece of paper with the address to my apartment, and my phone number scribbled on it. It read: Could you meet me at six o' clock to help me with chapter six? Thanks! ~(Y/N)
"May I see you for a moment, Miss. (Y/L)?" I stopped dead in my tracks, slowly turning around to meet his gaze. As the last student left the classroom, the door behind me swung shut. My mouth went dry. He was hungry. He slowly crept toward me.

As if out of nowhere, he sprung at me, roughly pinning me against the door, and swiftly locking it. His endless eyes searched mine for only a moment before he attacked my mouth with his. His lips were softer than velvet, and I instantly craved more of his touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and fiddled with the hair at the base of his scalp. He firmly set his right hand on my lower back, his left just below my ass. He nibbled at my bottom lip softly. I darted my tongue against his bottom lip. Shocked, he left the kiss and glared at me.
"Hungry are we kitten?" He growled and tutted disappointedly at me.

Suddenly he grabbed my arm and forced me over his knee as I gasped. I found that I strangely enjoyed this, and immediately forced the thought out of my mind. He beat me twice, each time earning an exasperated yelp.
"Shhh, be quiet or I'll punish you harder." He spanked my heat, sending indescribable shivers down my spine.
"Now you'll be good, right?" I nodded, speechless.
"Ohh professor doesn't like it when his student doesn't reply," he scolded.
"Yes, sir," I finally replied.
"Good girl." He lifted me back up, resuming our position against the door. I let him take the lead this time as his tongue entered my mouth, wresting with mine, and exploring every corner of my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, gripping his soft hair tightly.

He started to grind against me slowly, earning a louder moan. I felt like he was putting me through slow, agonizing torture, and I loved every minute of it. I ground back onto him, harder, making him groan deeply.

He broke the kiss suddenly, lust filling his eyes. I knew he wanted me. He returned to his desk, however, his hair still in perfect condition.
"I will see you later tonight to tutor you. Thank you, Miss. (Y/L), you are dismissed. I stared at him baffled; he was acting as though nothing just happened. What the hell? I walked out of the classroom in a daze and drove home.