hey queen, could you make a professor jake x black fem student y/n. EXTRA on the aave. during this beautiful black womens history moment i want unapologetically blackness 💗🙂↕️
Hi girly! omg sorry for the late reply, but yessss FUCKKKK PROF JAKE GOT ME WET…..HAPPY BLACK WOMEN HISTORY BADDIESSS (read undercut)
Professor Sim wrapped up his lecture on Black Women’s History Month, voice steady as he dropped gems about Audre Lorde, Fannie Lou Hamer, and the unapologetic power of Black femininity. “And don’t forget, that reflection paper on how these women shaped resistance is due tomorrow. Make it personal. Make it real.”
You hung back for a bit and clocked him instantly. That hungry pause. The way his hand gripped the eraser a little too tight. By the time the last student dipped out and the door clicked shut, you were smirking, locking the door with a soft snick.
“Professor Sim,” you drawled, voice dripping thick and unfiltered as you sauntered toward his desk, hips switching extra. “You was really out here teachin’, but now you starin’ at myl thighs like you ain’t ate in weeks. You good, sir? Or you need a closer lesson?”
He cleared his throat, cheeks flushing, adjusting his glasses. “Y/N… that’s not— we can’t—”
“Can’t what?” You hopped up on his desk right in front of him, skirt riding up high, exposing smooth brown skin and the edge of your lace panties. “Can’t look? ‘Cause you been lookin’. I saw you eye-fuckin’ me the whole semester. Especially today when I crossed my legs. It’s Black Women’s History Month, Professor. Time to stop playin’ and celebrate properly.”
You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him between your spread thighs. His hands landed on them immediately, gripping the soft thickness like he couldn’t help it.
“Fuck, Y/N… I shouldn’t… but goddamn, these thighs been killin’ me all semester. So thick… so fucking pretty.”
You laughed low. “Yeah, feel on ‘em. Dese thighs been distractin’ you, huh? Gon’ head… taste what you been cravin’.”
Jake dropped to his knees like a man possessed, pushing your skirt up to your waist. He buried his face in your pussy, groaning at how wet you already were, dark folds glistening. His tongue dragged slow and sloppy over your clit, sucking like he was trying to drink every drop of you.
“Shit… this pussy so fucking wet already,” he mumbled, voice vibrating against you as his tongue dragged slow and messy through your lips. “Taste so goddamn good… sweet pussy. Been dreaming about burying my face in this every class.”
You moaned, gripping his hair tight as he dove in deeper, sucking your clit like he was starving. His words kept coming, hot and filthy between licks.
“Fuuuuck, Professor— just like dat, baby!” You moaned loud, not caring who might hear in the empty hall, one hand gripping his hair while your hips rolled against his mouth. “Eat dis sweet black pussy. You love how she taste, don’tchu? All sweet and juicy. Mmm, yeah… put them fingers in too. Stretch me out while you teachin’ yo’self a lesson.”
He slid two thick fingers inside you, curling them just right while his tongue flicked fast.
“Mmmph— fuck, Y/N. This pretty dark pussy dripping for me. So thick and juicy… I love how she taste. Love how she smell. Goddamn, I could eat this shit all night.”
Your thighs clamped around his head, thick and powerful, smothering him in warmth as you came hard, juices coating his chin and dripping onto the desk.
He pushed two fingers inside you, curling them while his tongue flicked fast, still talking dirty right against your folds.
“You hear how wet you are? That sloppy sound? This Black girl pussy got me addicted already. So tight… so warm… shit, baby, ride my face —fuck…Use me.”
Your thighs clamped around his head, thick and powerful, smothering him as you rolled your hips. Jake kept moaning and talking, voice muffled but loud:
“Fuck yes, babe— smother me with these thighs,”
You came hard shaking your juices coating his face and dripping down his chin while he kept licking and groaning like he couldn’t get enough.
Before you could catch your breath, you pushed him back into his chair and climbed on top, sinking down onto his hard dick with a loud moan.
But Jake wasn’t quiet there either. As you started bouncing, ass clapping loud, he gripped your hips and growled against your neck:
“Ride that dick, baby. This tight Black pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me. So wet… so deep. God, I love fucking you, Ahh shit—“
Your glossy lips brushed his as you moaned low and breathy right against his mouth.
“Mmm…feel that, Professor? This pussy grippin’ you so tight… gon’ make you nut deep in me, ain’t you?”
Jake’s hands flew to your fat ass, squeezing both cheeks hard, fingers digging into the soft brown flesh.
“Fuck… Y/N,” he groaned, voice wrecked. His mouth fell open, hot shaky breaths puffing against your lips as his eyes rolled back a little. He was completely lost in it.
You whispered against his parted lips, voice dripping with that thick AAVE, “Yeah… squeeze it. This ass yours right now, baby. Smack it while you fillin’ me up.”
His grip tightened, then — SMACK! — his palm came down hard on your right cheek, making it jiggle. You moaned louder, clenching around him.
“C’mere, baby,” Jake growled, voice low and desperate.
He yanked you closer by the back of your neck and crashed his mouth into yours. The kiss was instantly sloppy and nasty. His tongue pushed deep into your mouth, tonguing you down like he was trying to taste every moan you let out.
He messed up your pretty glossy lip combo instantly smearing it all over both your lips while he sucked on your tongue and groaned into your mouth.
You were just as lost, whimpering and kissing him back just as nasty, your hips still grinding slow on his dick as he pumped the last of his nut deep inside your womb.
He pulled back just enough to breathe against your swollen lips, eyes heavy, voice hoarse:
“Goddamn… this fucking mouth. This pussy. You got me fucked up, Y/N.”
“Fuck… I’m cumming, Jake— oh shit, I’m finna cum on y-your dick!”
Jake’s eyes darkened, his hands gripping your thick ass tighter as he looked up at you, breathing ragged. “Yeah?” he growled against your lips, voice low and hungry. “You bout to cum on me, baby? Let me feel it.”
He suddenly sped up, thrusting up into you harder and faster from below, his hips snapping while his hands squeezed and spread your ass. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy taking him filled the empty classroom.
You cried out, coils bouncing, mouth falling open against his. “Yes— yes, fuck! Right there, prof-! Don’t stop— fuck, I’m cumming!”
Your walls clenched hard around his dick as you came, shaking and creaming all over him, juices dripping down his balls. The way your pussy pulsed and fluttered around him pushed Jake over the edge right with you.
“Fuck— me too, baby,” he groaned loud, mouth open against yours, hot breaths mixing. “Shit, I’m cumming deep in this pussy!! Take it all.”
He buried himself deep, pulsing hard as he filled you up, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb while you both trembled through it.
Your lips stayed pressed together, moaning and breathing into each other’s mouths the whole time, completely lost in the orgasm.
“Happy Women’s History, babe,” he murmured softly, voice still rough from moaning, a little smile tugging at his lips as he kept smoothing your edges with his thumb. “You really out here celebrating the right way.”
