professor jihyo x reader smut plzzz
"dirty little trysts"
park jihyo x fem reader
content: smut.. uhh,, strap-on.. dacryphilia.. sexual overstimulation... degradation kink...
professor! jihyo x student! reader
synopsis: a secret acquaintance with the most hatred professor in your campus whom you always love pushing her buttons.
wordcount: 2.3k
author's note: hiii anon!! thank you for requesting~ sorry for the wait! : ( i hope you like this,, ok.....
that one professor in your class made everyone's lives a living hell.
her peculiar redolent fragrance that dominates the air. the scent that you can smell even miles away, it's that type of ‘indicator’ that makes everyone scrabble back in their seats and prepare for the worse.
everyday is a guessing game as her mood is absolutely unpredictable.
she would walk along with her fellow colleagues with a bright smile on her face, and it'll quickly drop into a frown once she walks into the class.
her presence roared demand and shouts authoritative.
by the moment she steps in; she already had expected someone would lead the prayer before the class would start.
even a prayer couldn't handle a miracle for someone who's ‘devious’ as her.
her eyes would peruse across the room before landing it on someone else—scanning edge to edge, actively trying to find a piece of trash or grime on the floor so she'd have another reason to scold each one of you.
park jihyo is the epitome of a perfectionist and a pain in the ass at the same time.
the time seemed to run painfully slow when it comes to her.
the clock ticks every now and then; what felt like an eternity was only 20 minutes.
her slow steps make everyone's heart beat faster, hands that are drenching in sweat, and mentally preparing for her unpremeditated oral recitation.
and you wouldn't want to be that someone to get picked by her
she had expected everyone to know the lectures like it's just a ‘common’ knowledge.
park jihyo would barely even make an effort to discuss the topic—she'd just pull out her gray laptop and send all the materials or present a YouTube video through the projector.
make sure you came prepared, because every after the end of the discussion; she'll call someone like it's a russian roulette.
the silent prayers underneath each one's breath; hoping not to get chosen. or hitting the posture of pretending to think, to somehow lower the chances of getting chosen.
do everything at your best, just do not make an eye contact with hers.
because once you do, she'll ask you questions that are beyond the scope of her current topic and has no shame of embarrassing you in front of everyone.
of course, her and the surprise quizzes, might as well top it off with the piles of activities.
she was definitely not making things easier. throughout her class, it felt like you're constantly walking on eggshells.
you watched them struggle in her subject and austere personality.
murmurs about her being ‘insufferable’ were almost in every corner of the room.
complaints that spread like a virus, gossips that are shared with one another, and backbiting about her appearance.
you used to be one of them, too.
scared and paranoid, like a sheep in the bare sight—just waiting to be lunged on.
and jihyo loves picking easy girls like you.
she would call out your name, the first thing that rolled on top of her tongue in the morning.
questions that are complicated to answer—just to intimidate you, like a sole reminder who she is in this room.
eyes that lingered longer than usual, they've always found their way to you.
even after all of this, you managed to pull through.
you did have to burn the midnight oil to study all the materials that she had sent.
notebook full of your handwritten notes, piles of printed paper, your colored highlighters sprawled on the desk, and especially a cup of coffee with the material flashed on the screen of your laptop—all of these filled your study table; every single night.
all of these just to impress her, and it's all worth it.
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jihyo walked in with barely anything in her hand, the room dropped into a stillness of muteness. a distinct sound of heavy breathing can be heard as the ceiling fan whirred to fill in the silence.
the usual routine goes on; someone would lead the prayer, her eyes scrutinizing each tile—searching for a light reason to get insanely infuriated again, like she'd volunteer to get her day ruined just for something not even a big deal.
she walks over to the chalkboard, the chalk in between her fingers glides across the dark-colored surface. the powdery scraping noise filled the air as she continued writing.
everyone in the room felt unaccustomed to this new teaching style of hers. no laptop, no materials flashing through the projector, no everything—just her and a chalk in her hand. she must've heard all the complaints that roamed around the campus.
a tugging smirk is visible on the corner of your lips. you folded your arms while having your legs over and across each other. by the moment she was done writing, she began to lecture on the topic. her eyes roamed everywhere, and by the moment it landed on yours—you were actively flirting with your seatmate rather than listening to the discussion.
she gritted her teeth, cleared her throat to get your attention.
“y/n, if you're not interested in my class; then the door is wide open for you to leave.”
she said sternly, her voice echoed through the room—causing everyone's attention to shift on you. the worried look on their eyes was evident, they couldn't handle another crazy professor ruining their day again.
you rolled your eyes and leaned back on your seat. you stopped for a brief moment and actually listened, although over time; it was getting tedious.
her discussions were repetitive, and somehow it felt forced. even your other classmates were yawning because of how boring this is. their eyes landed on each other, silently noting that it'd be better if jihyo just went back to her old ways.
the way jihyo would instruct seemed like she had a script in the back of her mind, or maybe practiced her lines multiple times before strutting inside the class. it was so obvious that she couldn't do her job any better.
you sighed exasperatedly. the thought of making her embarrassed like she'd always do with her students makes you want to rile her up even more. you glanced at the clock and it's only ten minutes left before the class break—those ten minutes that she'd always leave for the quizzes or random humiliation.
jihyo didn't bother to erase the chalkboard as she went straight to call your name, like she was exactly waiting for this moment.
she walks over to your desk, her hand on the surface of your table to lever herself out.
“it's kinda disappointing to know that a student of mine would rather flirt with her seatmate rather than listen to me, isn't it?”
she glanced over at the group of people, especially at your seatmate; as a confirmation of her statement—they're bobbing their heads up and down mindlessly, clearly not wanting to get involved in the situation.
a hint of jealousy is visible in her eyes, that familiar gaze that you always search for.
“miss park jihyo,” you addressed her name that no one has ever dared to, but you did—fearlessly.
“why don't we just go back to our old ways? like presenting a youtube video and such. you're trying so hard to fit something, don't ‘ya think?”
a faux concern is apparent on your eyes while cocking your head—your voice is filled with pure brashness that makes her just want to slap the shit out of you.
you watched her clenching her jaw as her hand balled up into a fist. gasps and inaudible whispers tarried the atmosphere as the tension between you and jihyo tightened. you could tell in her eyes that she's using everything in her might to hold back—words that always twist the knife seemed to be at loss.
on the other hand, you were grinning—a victorious smile that was enough to push her buttons even more. it's always been such a sight for you to rile her up, knowing that she couldn't do anything whom she had trysts with.
she knows how a brat like you would act. one minor mistake, small slip of words, or a cue that'll unveil the secret—and both of you will be dead.
she can't handle the thought of ruining her moral and reputation—the public quality and esteem of herself.
jihyo kept her composure, although she was fuming with lividity deep inside.
you knew that she's trying to protect that precious ‘picture-perfect’ image of hers. it's the tension and adrenaline that always draws both of you in—a kind of guilty pleasure.
everyone else watched the scene unfold, the uneasiness bubbled up within them.
the bell rang at the exact and perfect moment.
“y/n, in my office, now.” she mustered.
your eyes glint happily like a child, a complete contrary of what's literally coming ahead of you.
you didn't need to be told twice as you immediately paved your way through her office.
you barged inside her office, a place you're oddly way too familiar with. you sat directly on top of her varnished walnut table, these papers of hers that are sprawled over were none of your business anyway.
her office is the definition of an organized chaos—papers here and there, but not an unnecessary clutter on sight. you can tell that she doesn't like those decorative items other than having a plant in the corner of her room.
jihyo followed shortly after, a distinct “click” can be heard as she locked the door behind her.
the tension continued after what was being left behind in the classroom earlier.
your heart thumped loudly it felt like the heart's contraction reached your trachea—causing your throat to lump and couldn't even construct some few words for a brief moment.
jihyo walks over to you—her figure impending over you as her hand cups both of your cheeks harshly.
“you bitch..” she leaned closer to your face—the close proximity caused the tip of your noses to graze each other while her touch slowly became more aggressive.
“aww, what? shattered your ego in front of the class?” you bite back, she gritted her teeth while her grasp tightens—causing you to whimper slightly.
she leaned in and devoured your lips whole—silencing you before you could even say another word.
her tongue fought for dominance, and you complied submissively.
jihyo immediately stripped off all of your clothes and tossed them somewhere.
“that mouth of yours could've done any better than spitting out senseless words..” she slipped two of her fingers in your mouth and pressed them down on your tongue.
you looked up at her with pleading eyes like a whore, she pushed her fingers further that made you gag before pulling it away.
her hand snakes its way down to your damp panties—tugging it aside and inserting the same fingers that were just on top of your tongue a short while ago.
your slick cunt made her business way easier than expected. she kept pumping rigorously, fingers curling on your soft walls.
you tossed your head back while being such a moaning mess, both of your hands clawed over her wood desk.
her fingers were now in a blurry motion—it kept hitting the same spot that made your thighs clench together as you reached your climax.
“fuck.. hnnh.. im gonna—”
jihyo deliberately pulled away, leaving you dissatisfied and hung up.
your pussy was throbbing, your walls kept clenching around nothing.
“not right now.. there's more ahead of you, princess.”
she scrambled over to her cabinet and pulled out a strap, she then quickly attached the harness to her waist. you gulped at the phallic-shaped rubber as the desire washed over you. her eyes locked onto yours, establishing dominance over you.
jihyo settled herself in between your legs, her hands molded perfectly on your hips. you wrapped your legs around her waist as you intertwined your arms around her neck. her hand peeled off your undergarment swiftly, revealing your dripping cunt. the tip of the rubber material immediately brushed against your folds, making your breath hitched.
you watched her cock slowly disappear as it made its way inside you—the girthy feeling made your mouth fell agape and moan loudly. she abruptly rutted her hips in a violent motion, her cock hitting side to side; wall to wall. the squelching and erotic sounds filled the room.
the emptiness that was left earlier was quickly filled with a burning sensation.
your back arched like a cat as she kept on going, your eyes went to the back of your skull. her cock reached ways that made you meet your climax early.
your hips jolted violently—your juices squirting everywhere, jihyo kept pounding on you like a crazy dog; your cunt felt like it's splitting wide open. your vision turned hazy as tears started to form in your eyes. your moans turned into screams that vibrated inside her office.
“fuck.. always so tight for me..”
your pussy now felt extra sensitive after having your first orgasm. her cock kept pushing through your cervix. your thighs glistened with all of the nectars—acting it as a lubricant.
your throat began to hoarse from all of the screams and moans that you made. tears streamed down from your cheeks because of the extreme pleasure as your body is slowly losing strength.
and from the one last thrust that jihyo made—your body had completely given up on you. your body seized on top of her table, your pussy made a complete mess everywhere, and your mind was fogged up as it couldn't coherently process some thoughts anymore.
your chest was rising and falling, heaving and panting. the shared jagged breaths filled the atmosphere for a brief moment before jihyo pulled out the strap. her cock was coated with all of your nectars.
