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PROFESSOR SEVIKA??? or no if ur not comfortable w that 😔😔

reader won an award for science and gets a reward from ms sevika 🫦🫦

𖥻 ׁ ׅ YOUR SUPER HOT PROFESSOR ! ׁ ׅ 𖤐

art cred : ochakkaburaraka on x

a/n : academic smut brought to you by nerdy hannah

tags : info dumping during smut in classroom , professor!sevika , dom!sevika , fingering , sub!reader , rewarding , mentions of getting caught • wc : 1.3k words

The excitement and adrenaline after the host said your name, you held the little golden trophy in your hands— spotlights were on you, claps filled the room, some of your friends screaming their lungs out to cheer you on. It was slowly coming down, your heart rate slowing from the pounding from before. The happiness lingered, a big smile on your lips as you walked back into the classroom.

Your classmates cheered again.

“That was a sick project!”

“No wonder you beat everyone else in the display!”

“You’re so fucking cool!”

You sat down at your usual seat, “thank you, thank you… I’m honestly shocked myself, just a little bit. I did work really hard on it.”

“You deserve it, girl.”

That’s when the professor’s voice droned on, deep and carrying—

“Alright, class— settle down.”

Silence fell over the lecture hall and everyone returned to their books. You caught the faintest lift of Sevika’s lips when her eyes met yours. You tried not to smile as you opened your lecture notes to pick up where you’d left off last class.

Class continued like any other day, some of the students drowsing off, some of the other students staring at the way Sevika’s biceps flexed under her shirt as if she wasn’t explaining how reed relay switches worked. She effortlessly drew the diagrams of the circuits— marker gliding off the board with precision as she marked things along the corner to label.

“We want to keep the high output circuit as short as possible,” she dragged down the lines to show the power device on the circuit, “we want to minimize heating in the connecting wire which is very important to avoid electric fires.”

Most of the class seemed to be struggling to grab onto the concept of the switch operation, meanwhile you were trying to draw down the diagram as fast as you could with your eyes still locked on your professor.

She continued explaining, cool and collected, like she hadn’t just fried your synapses, “When heat can’t dissipate, the device becomes unstable. If you look at your notes— page 43— we talked about the conditions for runaway…”

But you weren’t looking at page 43.

You were looking at the way her sleeves strained just a bit when she pointed at the board. The way that smug, proud glint stayed in her eyes when you answered correctly. The way her voice got deeper when she got serious.

And then— her gaze flicked back to you. Not accidental. Not passing. A deliberate, assessing drag— from your notes… to your face.

“Good work on the award,” she said, quietly but clearly enough for you to hear. “You earned it.”

Your stomach flipped like a circus acrobat on energy drinks.

You nodded— totally normal, totally calm, definitely not internally screaming— “Thank you, Professor.” Your voice cracked a little.

Someone whispered behind you. You didn’t care.

“Good work… on the award…”

Now you sat on a table, legs spread out and skirt bunched up. “Gooooood work, darling.” Sevika cooed in your ear, her knuckles rubbing your pussy lips slowly as her breath tickled your neck. “That’s quite the project you presented, I’m impressed.” Sevika continued, “you think you could explain about the solenoid, hmm?”

You held the edge of the table with both hands, breath coming out in short puffs. “I— I think—”

Sevika held up her hand, sleeve buttoned. You knew the gesture— acting on muscle memory, you reached forward and unbuttoned it, pulling the sleeve down to her elbow.

“Good girl. See, you’re so smart,” she traced your entrance with two fingers, “so beautiful. Beauty with brains.”

Those two fingers sunk in slowly, your brain grew dumb instantly.

“T-The project,” you squeaked, “The solenoid is connected t-to the alternate current supply and when we turn it on— the— no— a fluctuating current passes through it. This activates the magnetic force…” you paused, staring at her dumbly as you just breathed, her fingers were big inside you.

The stretching burn. You loved it. Your thighs were quivered around her.

You cleared your throat, voice higher than before, “the magnetic force attracts the i-iron arm— armature… iron armature. The hammer is pulled to the bell, a-and is released alternatively.”

You tossed your head to the side, moaning loudly when you felt her rubbing your clit with her thumb. Sevika chuckled at your reaction.

“Oh, baby, your pussy’s all tight f’me. Haven’t fingered you in so long, is that right? M’sorry, been busy with the project display.”

“I— It’s okay…” you looked down where her huge fingers disappeared in you, then continued— “so the hammer vibrates… hits the bell… and the hammer is supported by a spring— it pulls it away when the solenoid is demagnetised o-or turned off— fuck— professor.” Your eyes closed, head thrown back. “I need you. I need… I need you so badly, professor.”

“I know.” She curled her fingers and you came. Her voice dropped an octave. “I know you need me, baby. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.”

“R-really?” You looked at her, eyes hazed with tiredness.

“Really.” She added another finger causally, slipping three inside your pussy.

“I don’t think more’ll fit…”

“We can make them fit, darlin’, hold on f’me.” She added a fourth and with a little difficulty— managed to thrust them inside.

“I— oh, professor…” your hand held her shoulders, hips moving with her thrusts. You moaned her name softly, eyebrows curled up from the intensity of her fingers.

“My favourite student. My beautiful girl.”

“Professor, what if someone walked in on us… doing this?”

“You better pray they don’t then,” Sevika chuckled.

“But you’ll be the one who’ll get the longer end of the stick…”

“Don’t worry about me right now, doll face.”

“I just— oh, oh God! Professor!” Your hands wrapped around her neck. You pulled her closer.

Sevika kissed you, her eyes closing as she curled all four of her fingers inside you. The kiss was a little short but deep nevertheless. When she pulled away her dark lipstick was slightly smeared— “don’t you worry about me, pretty. I’ll always manage.”

She kissed your nose, her hand slipping deeper. “S-Sev— I mean— professor…! Your hand’s… big…”

“You’ll take it for your favourite professor, won’t you, sugar?”

You nodded, lips pressed tight when you felt her push past her knuckles. You whimpered softly. “P-professor… I’m gonna break…” your words sounded so fragile on your lips.

Would have tugged at the pity in Sevika’s heart had you not been so wet. Your clit twitched under her thumb.

“Oh, there, there.” She looked down, your pussy clenched before relenting— her fist slid inside easily.

You gasped.

“Oh my God, it’s really all the way inside…!”

“Yes, it is, sweetheart.”

Sevika moved her hand slowly, earning a sudden spill of breathy moans. Your mouth opened and closed as if you didn’t know whether you should have focused on the feeling of her hand or moaning her name.

“I think— I— professor!” Your nails scratched down her bicep, Sevika’s eyes dripped with lust.

“Go ahead. Cum.”

She curled her fingers inside.

You came— back arched, one shoe knocking off your feet when you kicked them up, pussy tighter around her fingers than ever before.

You took a second to catch your breath, then whispered as if you were mortified and not turned on— “Y-you… you made me cum in your classroom.”

“You liked it.” Sevika pulled her hand back to examine how your juices glistened against her skin. “You liked it with your pussy.”

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