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PAIRING : teacher!heeseung Γ fem!reader
IN WHICH : You have been taking piano lessons with Mr. Lee for months. What began as an innocent hobby quickly turns into an intense, mutual attraction, until the tension finally breaks during a lesson
β οΈ WARNINGS : explicit content - smut (mdni) including: teacher/student, age gap (not specified), fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, riding, dirty talk, praise kink, light spanking, hickeys/marking, nipple play, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, good girl)
You have been taking piano lessons with Mr. Lee for months. What started as an innocent attempt to pick up a new hobby to relieve stress has slowly turned into something else. Now you attend every class just to see him.
The tension between you has been building day after day. It began with lingering glances across the piano. Then came the gentle touches of his hands when he adjusted your fingers on the keys. And God, his hands were large and veined, you often find yourself staring at his long fingers, imagining how they would feel somewhere else.
He catches himself staring at your lips every time you bite them in concentration. He also notices how carefully you dress for his classes, in those dresses that expose your collarbone and the delicate curve of your breasts, or in those tiny skirts that let him glimpse the lace of your panties.
You both know this is wrong. After all, he is your teacher, older, more experienced. And you are his student, younger, but not entirely innocent.
One afternoon, the air feels heavier than ever. You arrive wearing a tight white dress that clings to your body. He is certain you bought it two sizes too small because the hem barely reaches the middle of your thighs, and your breasts look like they might spill out at any moment.
You are working on chopin's nocturne in e-flat major. Every time you stumble on a complex note, he moves closer.
"Feel it, don't rush." He murmurs, stopping right behind you. You can feel the warmth of his body against your back and smell his masculine cologne.
You turn your head slightly, your faces are only inches apart. His gaze instantly drops to your lips before he suddenly steps back. "Try again."
When the piece finally ends, a heavy silence fills the room. You are aching for him to do something, because you can already feel the wetness between your thighs, your pussy throbbing with need. "Mr. Lee..."
"Heeseung." He corrects quickly, his hands resting on your shoulders. "You've improved so much. But today you're... distracted."
"So are you." You whisper. He squeezes your shoulders harder and lets out a slow breath, as if he is finally surrendering to a fight he knows he cannot win.
"Stand up." You obey, turning around to face him on trembling legs.
He cups your face with one hand and gently brushes his thumb across your lower lip. Your eyes close, waiting for the kiss you've been craving, but then he whispers. "We shouldn't... this is reckless."
Your eyes snap open, your cheeks burning. "I know, but I can't stop thinking about you. Every day, in every lesson."
His eyes travel slowly down your body, taking in your breasts straining against the tight dress and your soft thighs. His cock throbs inside his pants. He is a man who has been fighting this for months, but the way you are looking at him now is too much.
He cups your face with both hands, gently stroking your cheeks. "If we do this, I need you to be sure."
"I'm sure, Heeseung. Please." you whisper.
The sound of his name leaving your lips without formality breaks him. "I'll stop the moment you want me to, sweetheart."
He pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss filled with months of repressed desire. You gasp against his mouth as he effortlessly lifts you onto the lid of the piano.
The kiss only breaks when you are both breathless. But Heeseung doesn't stop. He trails his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling on your skin to leave marks.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you." He growls, gently biting the sensitive spot on your neck. "My pretty girl, sitting here every in that little dress, driving me fucking insane."
His hand slides up your thigh, pushing your dress higher until he reaches your panties, tracing the soaked fabric between your legs.
"You're soaked already." He smiles proudly and pulls your panties aside, stroking your folds and circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp.
Then his mouth crashes against yours again, tongues tangling obscenely as he slides two fingers inside you. He swallows your moans, claiming your mouth. "Stay quiet for me, baby."
He drops to his knees in front of you and spreads your thighs wide. The sight of your hot professor kneeling between your legs makes your mind hazy and your pussy clench. He pulls your panties down, pockets them, and buries his face between your legs. "Oh God- Heeseung..."
His tongue gives long, hungry licks along your folds before sucking hard on your swollen clit. At the same time, he pushes two fingers back inside you, curling them against that sensitive spot. "Fuck, you're so sweet."
His fingers pump in and out of you while his tongue circles and sucks your clit. "This pretty little pussy is already soaked for me."
He eats you like a man starved, making your thighs shake around his head and your hips grind against his face. "That's it, baby, ride my tongue. Let me hear those pretty sounds."
He keeps going until you come hard with a loud moan. Only then does he pull back with a wicked smile and kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "Good girl. You did so well for me."
Still trembling, you reach for his belt, freeing his long, hard cock. The tip glistens with precum, making your mouth waters. You wrap your hand around the warm, heavy length and slowly stroke him. "Turn around for me, sweetheart. Bend over the piano like I've imagined a hundred times."
He guides you, bending you over the piano until your breasts are pressed against the cold wood. He pushes your dress up to your waist, fully exposing your ass.
"Fuck, look at you..." He runs his hand over the curve of your ass and squeezes one cheek hard, making you whimper. "Bent over my piano like a dirty little slut for your teacher. So beautiful it hurts."
He gives your ass a sharp slap, watching it jiggle, then he grabs the base of his cock and rubs the head against your slick folds. "I'm going to fuck you so deep you'll feel me for days."
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, letting you feel every vein. He is big, almost too big, but the stretch burns in the most delicious way. When he finally bottoms out, you feel completely full. "So tight... My good girl's pussy is taking my cock so well."
He stays still at first, letting you adjust to his size. βYou okay, baby?"
You open your mouth but only a shaky, pathetic sigh comes out, so you nod frantically, but it's not enough for him.
Smack!
The loud sound echoes through the room. Your ass stings, making you cry out. "Yes! I'm okay, please move."
He starts slow, pulling back until only the tip remains inside, then thrusting hard. The piano resonates with every powerful stroke. Soon his pace becomes faster and deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and his filthy praises.
"That's it, take it." He leans over you, pressing his chest against your back. "This tight cunt was made for me. You've been teasing me for months while I tried to be a gentleman. Now you're bent over my piano like a dirty little slut for me."
His dirty words make you clench around him. "I can feel you everywhere inside me, oh my god-β
He laughs mockingly and pinches your clit. "Yeah? Then cum on my cock, I want to feel you milking me."
You come hard for the second time, moaning his name. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm until he finally buries himself deep and fills you with his hot, thick cum.
He stays inside you, making sure not a single drop is wasted, while kissing your shoulder and gently stroking your back. βCan you give me one more, baby? I want to watch you ride me.β
βYes, please, Heeseung. I want it." You whisper breathlessly.
He sits on the piano bench and pulls you onto his lap. You sink down onto his cock and begin rolling your hips, riding him slowly at first. βYou feel so good, baby."
He lets you set the pace while he finally pulls your dress off and throws it aside. Your breasts are finally free. He takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak.
You move faster, holding onto his shoulders for balance, your clit rubbing against him every time you take him deep. "Hee- that feels so good."
He releases your nipple with a wet pop, but his hand keeps kneading and pinching the other one. "You're so wet and sloppy. I can feel my cum leaking down my balls, baby."
The pressure in your belly builds until your body starts shaking uncontrollably. Your movements lose rhythm, but he grips your hips and helps you keep going. "I'm going to cum inside you one more time. I want to fill this sweet cunt until it's overflowing."
You cum first, falling apart in his arms. He holds you tight, thrusting up into you through your orgasm until he follows right after, groaning in satisfaction as he fills you again.
"You were perfect." He whispers, kissing your forehead tenderly. "Are you okay, baby? Any soreness?
You shake your head, smiling at the softness in his voice. "I'm great."
He smiles and gently runs his fingers through your messy hair. "Good, because these lessons are going to be very different from now on."
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NOTE : english is not my first language, please let me know if there are any typos!
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