uncharted oneshots

🍋 yes, professor - samuel drake 🍋

warnings: student/professor roleplay, nsfw, spanking/flogging, degrading, etc

words: 5K

It was mid-afternoon and cicadas buzzed distantly. Birds sang harmoniously, fighting for the louder song of the day. It was very muggy, which is why I decided to stay inside. The heat and last night's storm equal a bad day for me. My hair would frizzy/flattened to my head (depending on your type of hair), and my body would break out into an instant sweat if I even put a toe outside. That's why I planted my ass on the brown satin couch and opened up my favorite romantic novel to finish before my boyfriend came home. The sunlight struggled to shine through Sam's dark curtains. The only light in the living room was the tv on for background noise and a tall lamp. I crossed my legs, cuddling up in my brown knitted blanket comfortable with the clothing I wore. It was grey sweatpants and a pink spaghetti strap top that had a Hello Kitty print on the front. I figured that since I was home alone I could quickly finish the book and hide it back on my shelf without Samuel knowing. And who knows what the hell he was doing, he told me he was out doing errands. Last time he told me that, he came home four hours later with three bouquets of flowers, candies, and lots of stuffed animals. The thought terrified me of him finding me reading this. The teasing would literally never end. I let out a long sigh as I held the book with one hand and kept the blanket on my body with the other. My eyes trailed along with each word carefully as I imagined what each character was doing in my head vividly.

The novel I was reading was about a girl in college who was in love with her college professor named Professor Vaughn. He was in love with her too, and sometimes the student would tease him. Like send steamy post-it notes or play with herself where others couldn't see. After class, Professor Vaughn would always lock the door and pin a desk to it so no one would walk in. Then he would fuck her with his hand over her mouth muffling her screams. I wouldn't pay it any mind, not really getting flustered or anything but this next chapter really made me start to have a certain craving. The college girl, whose name is Jazmine, failed one of his tests. And it was really bad, like 50% out of 150%. Professor Vaughn got upset, so he made her go home and study.

I noticed my eyes were starting to skim the pages instead of reading intently like usual. I tried to re-read my sentence to no avail so I put the book down. Why was this chapter so hard to read?

'Sam. It's cause of that sly fucker' I thought to myself, picturing his stupid smirk plastered on his face.

I want Sam to be the one to bend me over a desk and spank me with a ruler. Better yet, sitting down on the bed then patting his leg to gesture for me to sit on his lap. Then I would lay across his legs as he pulled my skirt and underwear down to my ankles just to discard them across the room.

I sat on the couch, holding the book loosely in my hand and feeling hotness creep from my neck into my cheeks. I felt a shudder ripple up my spine as the sinful thoughts took over me. I could almost feel Sam's calloused, large hands rubbing up and down my thighs as he looked darkly into my eyes. Just the thought of his tongue between my legs, running circles around my clit over, and over with no signs of stopping made me have a newfound sense of demand and yearning.

The thought of a red blindfold over my eyes so my sense of hearing was heightened, and the only thing I heard was the sound of his work shoes clicking over the tile floor. Circling the cold marble table that I was bent over, using his icy fingertips to trail over my heated body.

I didn't notice my legs had twitched apart as if Sam had parted them himself in the process of my deep thought. I sat up straight again, then shook my head to try and rid myself of the filthy thoughts. I threw the blanket off of myself because I began to grow heated with what I was thinking about. They just kept coming, along with the thought of him in a suit and tie. Sam loosening the tie and bending down to meet me at eye level. Undoing his tie, and using it to tie me to the headboard. Licking his lips, kissing me down to my neck and leaving-...