⋆ ✶ sypnosis: it gets increasingly difficult to avoid your mechanical engineering professor more and more, especially since you’ve took on your job as a waitress…
cw. au!powder. age-gap. olderprofessor!powder. youngerstudent!reader. con-non-con. fingering (r!receiving). humiliation (r!receiving). oblivious!reader. smut w plot.
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you sit in the back of the class, chin resting on your palm as your eyes droop listening to professor powder go over the hypothesis once again, attempting to get the rest of the invested class to understand. it isn’t that she bores you, but you’ve been in classes since seven in the morning, trying to get as much education as you can before facing a few exams. it’s now the afternoon and you still have a shift at the last drop tonight.
you only started working there barely a few weeks ago, and you don’t hate it, it’s a nice place; cosy and homely, in a way. but sitting in academy classes all day and then having to communicate with people in a bar for hours down in the city when you should be sleeping gets exhausting. you didn’t notice the soft, raspy voice calling out your name until the guy next to you nudges your arm.
“huh?” you snap your head up to see powder staring at you expectantly; along with the rest of your class. “do you have an answer for me?” she asks knowingly. “um…” you hum quietly beginning to avoid her stern gaze. see, this is exactly why you need rest every now and again. usually, you’re interested in your studies, always paying attention and studying what you can. the other students are probably thinking you’re going through a crisis or something, and you could never deal with your professor asking if “everything is okay at home.” yuck. powder sighs and rolls her eyes subtly, but in your humiliation, you noticed. “stay after class, please.” you sigh softly at her words, squinting your eyes shut in a brief attempt at banishing the tiredness from them.
at the end of your class, you groggily pull your bag up onto your shoulder, following everyone else down the stairs of the rows, slowly stopping near powder’s desk as she stands behind it, organising through papers as students offer quick goodbyes before leaving. when the last of the students exit and the door softly closes, powder continues to focus on her paperwork as if you’re not standing there. “professor?” she hums gently in reply, eyes and hands still focused on organising. “do you need something?-”
“you need to pay attention while i’m talking. you have some engineering exams and projects coming up, and falling asleep in my class isn’t going to help you, is it?” she cuts you off, now looking at you intently and somewhat boredly, seemingly annoyed by you, which isn’t exactly uncommon during the few times you’ve both communicated. “of course, sorry,” you reply sheepishly by her scolding, moving your eyes down to the ground. maybe if you had politely kept your eyes to your professors, you would’ve noticed the way she glanced down to the top curve of your breasts showing over your pretty spaghetti-strap top. “you may go,” she dismisses you after a few seconds of silence, and just as your about to leave her classroom, sighing tiredly remembering that you still have to work, her voice stops you once again, “and maybe you shouldn’t wear such low cut shirts while on academy grounds.” you frown in confusion, looking over your shoulder to see her refocused back on-to her work before walking out of the classroom, gazing down to your neckline and not seeing anything particularly revealing. to see any sexual advances of any kind in a shirt like yours, you would have to really be looking. you brush off the odd and unpleasant comment, simply chalking it up to your professor being her usual cranky self while she’s around you, preparing yourself for the rest of the night in the city.
a few short and taxing hours later, you’re feeling slightly more presentable. you were able to have a brief nap in your dorm before getting ready for work, but barely. you calmly walk across the bridge, the sky now majoritarily darkened into night, allowing you a few moments of settled breathing and peace and quiet before having to paint a soft smile on your face for the customers.
entering through the doors of the bar, which is already buzzing with life, one of your bosses, vander, is the first to greet you. “you’re a few minutes late,” he looks at you pointedly, “sorry, it’s busy out there tonight,” he hums in reply, patting your shoulder in his usual friendly manner before telling you that there are already drinks ready to be taken over to silco, who rests his arms on a table, chatting with a few others, and you get straight to work.
as the night goes on, you peacefully go between tables, serving drinks and having your spirits lifted every now and again as vander’s sons and benzo’s kid ekko crack stupid jokes which have you reluctantly laughing, and you remain completely oblivious to your professor leaning her forearms on the bannister upstairs, observing you moving around the bar with a glower on her face. so you can’t focus when she’s explaining simple theories in class, but you can function perfectly well when it’s time to serve drinks? powder storms back to her workshop to work on some personal projects, attempting to set aside her irrational bitterness for her student.
after a few hours of working, you place a tray of empty cups on the bar counter next to silco and vander, finally finishing your shift. it wasn’t as bad as you assumed it would be, you’ve been here for a couple of weeks and it’s never the people or environment that’s presented unpleasantly, only your packed schedule. after cleaning the last of the cups, the music and chatter of the bar still sounding in the background, silco stops you politely, asking if you could take a box of tools upstairs quickly before you leave, just to keep them out of the way, and even though you’re trying to get back to your on-campus dorm as soon as you can, you don’t refuse out of humility in-front of your bosses.
walking up the stairs, box in hand, you gently push open the door with your side into the room that silco directed you to. placing the box down onto a bench, you turn when you hear someone stand up abruptly from somewhere behind you, to see your blue-haired professor standing there staring at you, brows furrowed as her hand rests on the desk, slim fingers fiddling with a small spare part to whatever she’s working on. “oh- sorry, i didn’t know anyone would be up here…” you try to respectfully break the tense silence. it’s true, you didn’t, especially not your professor. you vaguely remember seeing her around the city a couple of times from afar, talking with vander, silco, and the other guys that usually hang around the last drop who talk loudly about new projects or silly subjects, but you didn’t know that she lived here? or at least that’s what it seems with the furniture and belongings placed around the workshop.
after kind of just standing there awkwardly next to the bench, possibly waiting for her to dismiss you out of habit; even without being on academy grounds, powder shakes her head slightly, raising her eyebrows in question, “so?” you say nothing, simply taking a breath and pursing your lips, and begin making your way back towards the door to leave. “what is that?” powder asks, still staring at you from her standing place by her bench, hand still clutching the gear as she rests it on the counter with her hip also leaning against it. “i’m not sure, silco just told me to bring it up here before i leave.”
she hums softly, gazing at the box seemingly in thought as you watch, slightly confused by the odd situation. right as your about to take action on leaving again, she softly speaks up, the change in her usual irritated tone baffling you, “could you move it to the other bench?” she requests, pointing behind you. you look to where she’s pointing, to see a bench identical to the one you already placed it on, except this one is a little more crowded than the previous bench, but comply anyway, grabbing the box and turning your back to her to place it where she desires. in your brief concentration on moving around objects on the bench to fit the box atop of it, you didn’t notice the soft sounds of powders footsteps nearing you, and only snap back into focus at the teasing feel of your professors fingertips trailing against the bottom of your short skirt, lightly grazing across the bare skin of the back of your thigh.
you gasp, looking over your shoulder at her behind you in confusion, her barely taller height intimidating you slightly. she doesn’t meet your gaze, but instead looks between her fingers on your skin, and down your front to the curve of your breasts which she had previously paid attention to earlier in the day, and a few glancing times before, unknowingly to you. your breathing picks up the more she lifts up your skirt slowly, nearing her fingers up to your pantie-covered cunt. she finally looks to your eyes, her eyebrows furrow slightly as she frowns a little, falsely acting puzzled at your evident confusion, like she isn’t doing anything at all, but simply waiting for you to leave her workshop.
powder begins to place light kisses across your jaw, causing you to gradually succumb to her rare gentleness and the feeling of her fingers and pouty lips. you whine softly when her fingers reach in between your legs from under your skirt, still positioned behind you as you grip onto the side of the counter before you. she starts with tracing her fingers up and down the slit of your pussy over your lace panties, noting the obvious wetness that’s growing between your thighs, before moving the material to the side, the chilled air of her workshop making you gasp. finally, she presses her middle finger against your clit, the abrupt pulsation of the action startling you as you tense, before leaning back against her lightly.
she pushes her fingers into your tight hole, gripping onto your hip with her other hand when she’s not massaging the skin of your thigh, spurring the sensations she’s eliciting to your dripping cunt. she speeds up the rhythm of her fingers, pounding in and out of you so pleasurably, that she has to bring up her free hand to cover your mouth to stop you from crying out. while she continues fucking your needy hole with two of her slender fingers, she manages to press her thumb against your swollen clit, making you lean against her fully, giving into your professor completely. powders hands gradually get wetter and wetter, as do you due to her treatment, and she continues to place kitten-licks and kisses to your cheek, jaw and neck.
powder takes her hand away from your mouth and roughly trails it across your chest, pulling down your shirt to reveal your bra, harshly massaging your breasts over the lace material. she moves her kisses lower down your neck, taking to sucking and biting on your smooth skin, undoubtedly leaving marks and bruises. she moves your bra down to the underside of your tits, feeling up your chest as she pushes her fingers into you harder, your cunt tightening around her as you desperately chase your orgasm with the help of your pretty, older professor.
you finally come, soaking powders hand and struggling to continue standing against her as she holds you up with her other hand. “shhh…” she whispers in your ear, her closeness and soft, teasing voice making your orgasm all that more intense as you feel her grin against your cheek, “you wouldn’t want anyone to come up here, would you? it would be a shame if you had to move classes, right?” you hum in reply, biting your lip in attempts to contain your pleasurable moans and cries. you grip your hand onto her own that holds your waist, digging your nails into her skin during the height of your satisfaction.
powder brings you down gently, allowing you to rest against her until you find your footing again. when your breathing settles, and you lean off from her, it takes you a moment of resting your hands on the bench in front of you before mustering the courage to look back to her. she simply looks you up and down, her expression more relaxed and somewhat smug as a soft smile tugs at the corners of her lips. she huffs faintly, amused as she rolls her eyes playfully and pushes off from the counter, walking back over to her main desk and resuming to her project as you watch, thinking of what to do.
“you should probably get some sleep so you can actually listen to me when i talk during class.” you notice the lighter expression on her face, and as a grin forms across her lips, she turns her head away from you slightly, reaching over her desk to grab something so that you don’t see her arrogant smile. you try to collect yourself, repositioning your clothes and smoothing out your hair, heading for the door once again. “oh, and…” she stops you with her words, now looking to you, almost pleased, “on second thought, maybe you shouldn’t change your shirt options whilst at the academy,” she grins.
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. a.n. prof. powder!! :) this was fun to write i love her sm<3 this was honestly kinda inspired by reverse age gap rhaenicent edits btw LOL, those are so fire
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