Can I request a 7th year student x Professor Lockhart pretty please
Mess- Professor Lockhart x f!reader (smut)
*all characters are 21+++*
“Professor Lockhart,” you stormed into his classroom, “You cannot send me flowers,” you slammed the bouquet on his desk.
“Why not?” Lockhart frowned, looking between you and the rejected bouquet.
“Because I have a boyfriend! Are you mad!”
“Well of course you do… but I have to say… your rejection, well, it is a bit disappointing…” Lockhart pouted, patting his lap. You sighed as you sat in his lap. Lockhart caressed your thighs soothingly.
“He doesn’t have to know about us, silly.”
“There is no us. I love Neville, I love him.”
“Mmhm,” Lockhart mumbled and leaned in as he started pressing gentle kisses against your neck. You let out a breath, relaxing in his touch. Lockhart’s hands grazed up, caressing your thighs under your skirt. You instantly began to grow wet from his touch.
“This is so wrong,” you moaned softly, tilting your head back to allow him more room as he trailed hot, wet kisses down your neck, his hands gently caressing your thighs. Your core began to ache.
“If it’s so wrong, then why does it feel so, so good?” Lockhart teased, his hot breath sending goosebumps cascading over your skin. His hands moved to your hips, rocking you on his aching erection.
“Fuck,” you breathed out in one hot, desperate breath, your clit grinding gloriously against his size.
Professor Lockhart smirked against your skin, “Do you want daddy’s cock?”
“Y-Yes,” you choked out, flooded by your senses. Lockhart slowly undid his belt, and your eyes locked on how he worked his buckle smoothly. He pulled himself out with one swift movement, pumping himself to his full erection in the palm of his hand. You stared at his size in awe. Your clit began to burn with need, your panties grew unbearably wet.
“It’s impolite to stare, darling,” Lockhart chuckled, teasing you.
“Sorry,” your cheeks flushed, your cheeks tacky from the heat between the two of you. You squeezed your thighs together, tightening your cunt around nothing.
“Daddy’s waiting for you, darling,” Lockhart cooed.
“And what does daddy want?” You bit your lip, your eyes flickering with lust.
You whimper as you slip your dripping panties to the side, before lining his rosy, thick, precum-covered tip at your entrance.
“Oh, darling, so, so tight,” he groaned, his hands digging into your hips.
“Oh, daddy,” you moaned out, bouncing and rocking your hips on his length. The walls of your cunt fluttering around his veiny cock.
“So so fucking perfect, baby, you like daddy’s cock?” Lockhart growled into your ear before sucking hickeys on your delicate skin, each new bruise aching like the last.
“I-I love it, daddy,” you cried out in pleasure, bouncing your hips with more fervor.
“Oh, princess,” he groans, “Such a good girl for daddy, you take me so well.”
“Oh, daddy,” your thighs shake, hips stuttering, while your walls tighten and release on his cock.
“Fucking hell, princess,” Lockhart lifted you, laying you on the desk and pounding into you harder.
“Holy fuck!” You cry out, tears streaming down your face, your pussy spent and fluttering.
“Oh, baby, is it too much for you?” Lockart teased, wiping the tears from your eyes before pinning your arms above your head.
“S-So much,” you stuttered, your entire body shaking.
“Have you ever squirted before, darling?” Lockhart rubbed fast circles on your clit, your body shuddered.
“S-Squirted?” You whined out.
“Oh, love, your little boyfriend’s never made you squirt before?” He smirked cockily, applying pressure to your lower belly.
“Oh, fuck!” You scream out in pleasure, spraying your ejaculation all over him, feeling pure ecstasy.
“That's right, princess, make a mess for daddy,” Lockhart cooed, his thrusts now sloppy as he came inside you. You melted down into a puddle of moans, your body limp. Lockhart smirked down at you, proud of his work, before pulling your panties back up.
“Be a good girl for daddy and hold that in for me all day.”
