academic affairs
if I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?
pairing: ahn suho x you
genre: professor and student
warnings: porn without plot, sir kink, classroom sex, adultery, age gap (though both are of age)
word count: 3.3k+ words
synopsis: Others would say he should've resisted, he should've been a loyal dog to his work lest he gets fired and strips off the chances to apply for other universities. But even loyal dogs strays away with a mere sight of a bone, don't they?
A/N: like and reblogs are highly appreciated!
DEPICTION ≠ ENDORSEMENT
Screech
The faint noise of the marker penetrates the students’ ears as it glides across the board.
Lines over shapes. Letters after letters. Suho lets his felt-tip pen follows the rhythm of his wrist, writing down words and sentences he knows too well after years of teaching.
As Suho faces his students, he meets their eager expressions accompanied by enthusiastic raised hands, keen desires fueling inside them as they wait for the professor to call their name, chasing that extra credit for class participation.
“Yes, Ms. Kim?” Finally, he points at the awaiting student, giving her permission.
The said student tries her best to choose the right words, avoiding flowery and filler ones that is known to be hated by their professor.
Kim trembles because while Mr. Ahn is an effective and efficient professor, he is highly dubbed as having one of the most cut-throat standards among the teachers. Hence the shivers shooting sharply in her veins while she stands before his chilling stare.
Ahn Suho should’ve been listening. His brain should’ve been processing his student’s words, assessing the answer and internally taking notes on what could be corrected.
Well, he looks like the part of it. With his signature sharp gaze, and occasional nodding.
Little do they know, there is an entirely different reason for the respected professor’s demeanor.
They can’t see the way he chokes the marker in his fist, jaw clenching and unclenching over the sight of his student caught in his peripheral vision.
Leg comfortably resting over the other, your mini-skirt rides up your thigh as you lean backwards, one hand tapping a pen on your lips while the other fiddles with the ends of your hair.
As if the lacy panties peeking under your skirt’s hem isn’t enough, the pen previously on your lips slips past through and meets your tongue. It shyly circles around it, just on the tip, before it gets trapped between your teeth.
Oh, how Suho wants to wipe off that sly smirk hidden beneath. A fucking vixen, that’s what you are.
It takes Suho a moment to collect himself and get out of his mind that is going haywire. Right on cue, the student is thanked and motioned to take her sit as Suho steals the attention of everyone once more.
“Right,” Suho goes on to dissect the answer given by his student.
The lecture proceeds for over an hour, much to everyone’s disappointment. Internal cheers are then made as the professor glances at watch and realizes the minutes are up. With a few more reminders of deadlines and no late submissions, Suho allows his students to exit the room.
“Ugh, I haven’t even started my essay and now there’s a new one.”
Sieun doesn’t bother hiding his snicker. “Go do what you do best.”
“Fucking our professor?”
He stops for a second before looking around, trying to see if anyone heard you. “I was about to say cramming, but yeah.. I guess that works too.”
A chuckle elicits from you. “Do you think they’re suspicious about how high my grades are?”
“Who cares? You’re pretty and smart, you’re still going to have high grades either way.”
One thing you love about Sieun is his unfiltered words and knack for the truth. It’s like he’s the only one that gets you, and you’re the only one that gets him. That’s why he’s your best friend!
“I have to go,” Sieun bids you goodbye, effort in asking you to walk together is nonexistent as he knows you won’t be leaving the room anytime sooner.
The last couple of students scurries out as well. Leaving you and your professor to fend for yourselves.
Within a few seconds, you could feel the change in the air like it's thickening. Your throat starts clogging up, making it harder for you to breath. Maybe it’s the utter silence in the room? Or maybe it’s the tension and anticipation buzzing in his veins.
Suho finally decides to stop pretending to organize his papers. There’s no point of actually doing it anyways, it’s bound to get off his desk sooner or later.
“Come here,”
The distance between you seems too long, too far for Suho’s liking. The flimsy skirt sways right and left, giving him a shy view of the plump cheeks hiding underneath.
And the knee-high socks– God, those goddamn socks. So fucking dainty and innocent looking but is also the sluttiest thing you’ve worn. Only a portion of your thighs can be seen and it is bulging and forcing its way out of the socks, too meaty to be confined in such a small and tight place. Suho could feel his cock harden.
This sight isn't new for you.
Ahn Suho had always liked playing the strong, composed, conscious clear man. But certainly, out of people, you know this act is as true as trump serving a good governance.
A mere brush of your hand against the skin of his thigh is all it takes for Suho to crack.
And just like that, The sheep stops pretending to be a wolf, crumbling into pieces the moment you settle on top of him, the warmth of your clothed pussy warming the hardening cock beneath his pants.
A subtle sound of thud pricks their ears, that must be a pen.
Soon, the professor’s palms are already snaking their way up to the flimsy piece of fabric under your skirt. A smile of amusement and satisfaction shows itself on your face.
Suho had never been good at keeping up his facade, pretending to dislike all the things you do to him only to end up drooling in greed the moment you let him touch you the slightest.
He pushed and pushed you away with his so called determination, so fabricated that it was too late before he realized he had you spread out on his bed, hole dripping in wetness as you beg him to fuck you with his big cock.
Spreading your hands on Suho’s chest, you beam at the firmness, licking your lips as you lean on his neck, nosing and inhaling the older’s scent. You nip the pale skin lightly, closing your eyes when his hands reach the cheeks of your ass to squeeze, parting them that sends you shivering in his arms as the cool air coming from the AC pans your wet panties.
The buildup of tension is killing you.
You whimper, already hating his pace.
Suho hums. “You’re never one with a patience, aren’t you?”
You had learned, after months of indulging in this forbidden affair, that Suho gets off of torturing you.
Men like he is, they love to parade their power over people, letting them know they are capable of making them feel things only they, themselves, can reprimand. Too bad for him, you have studied Suho enough to realize you hold the same exact power over him as well.
You bring out the vulnerable in him just as he knows which buttons to press to weaken you.
Leaning back on his chair, arms on either side with his legs wide open, radiating such dominating aura he usually wears during his class.
Suho rakes his eyes to drink your appearance in, biting his lips as he takes off his tie. ''Dance for me, darling.''
So he wants to play this game, huh?
Holding on to his broad shoulders, your hips start swaying slowly– enticing in a way that puts him in a state of daze. Your fingers travel between his strands as you grip and pushes him towards your exposed neck, inviting the professor to dig in.
If Suho did an attempt of hiding his hunger for you, he's surely bad at it.
Smirking, you lean back on your palms, the chair is close enough for you to have them on Suho’s oakwood table.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your soaked panties comes in contact with Suho’s restrained cock through the fabric as you grind forward, hard nipples evident on the thin white shirt underneath the pink cardigan.
Presenting yourself fully in front of him, Suho is certain that you are one hell of a devil. A siren sent to tempt him, seduce him and lure him to a one-way ticket to hell.
Others would say he should've resisted, he should've been a loyal dog to his work lest he gets fired and strips off the chances to apply for other universities. But even loyal dogs strays away with a mere sight of a bone, don't they?
You get off of his lap, standing in front of him as you move slowly, swaying to the music only the two of you can hear. If Suho tilts his head a bit, he would see the full view of the white delicate fabric barely covering your ass.
How you were able to get inside the campus with no one calling you out is a mystery he’s yet to solve.
The cropped cardigan coat pools around your feet as you shrug it off your shoulders. Suho crosses his legs, eyes burning holes to your sensually rocking figure. The professor curses when your white shirt comes off and he’s met with a bralette matching your panties.
As you bend over his table, presenting your ass to him– Suho’s last will rips apart.
His grip goes from the flesh of your thighs to the curves of your waist, shoving you to his table with his bulge pressing against the crack of your ass cheeks.
You swear, you might die if that fat cock is not inside any of your holes in the next minute.
So you waste no time grinding on him, moaning wantonly like those porn stars that teenagers love to jack off. Suho lets out profanities. The walls aren't too thick as they look, he hopes covering your mouth tightly will send a signal, or a warning. Whatever way it is that he decode his message.
“Turn around,” He shoves his tongue inside your mouth, licking across every surface, devouring every piece of you. You gasp, arms circling around his neck while trying to keep up with his pace.
The lids of your eyes become heavy, mouth opening to catch breaths you couldn't do using your nose due to an overwhelming build up of tension. Suho’s head remains locked inside your embrace as you arch your back, a hand in his hair didn't know whether to pull away or push the professor.
A yelp escapes your lips when you’re, so suddenly, on your knees. You’re just there, at Suho’s mercy with your teary eyes and hands properly on your thighs, waiting for him to instruct your next steps.
Your fingers fumble eagerly through his belt and sooner, a cock that is above the average length and a girth thicker than any dick you had taken is presented in front of you like a gift.
A tug from your hair pulls you out of your trance, meeting Suho’s sharp and questioning glare when you look up.
''Suck,'' His word leaves no room for anything else.
If your father gets the chance of seeing this, he’d gouge his eyes out in disbelief. He won't be able to fathom the idea that only a word from your college professor would have his precious daughter scrambling obediently.
Ever so cruel– Ahn Suho didn't even offer the slightest bit of a warning. He tugs your head backwards, one hand prying your jaw open as he shoves his thick cock in.
Thank heavens you had lost your gag reflex not long ago, courtesy of endless practice with the same cock, because if not– both of you would be grimacing at the sight of vomit on the floor.
Suho moves inside your throat like it's your pussy he's fucking, indifferent to the slight pain he's inflicting to you and the evident pricking tears in your eyes.
“Shit– look at you, so fucking pretty,” His thumb caresses your cheek gently.
The professor pays no mind to the struggles on your face. The tears running down your pretty face as your nose and eyes slowly gets puffier and redder– if anything, it makes him hornier.
Suho dealt with you long enough to know that you love the pain, and you’re constantly reminded of things you can do should you not approves his actions so he have no qualms. He knows when to stop, and he knows what makes your pussy gush out.
His eyebrows quirks upwards as one of your hands disappears from his vision/ His curiosity is soon replaced with pleasure, and he doesn't have to be a genius to find out what’s going on.
Scoffing mockingly, his grasp tightens, your nose coming in contact with the skin of his pelvis area. Muffled sound of surprise vibrates on Suho’s cock when he forces a foot between your legs, placing it just right where your leaking hole sits.
Embarrassment fills you, blood flushing your cheeks as you desperately moves against the older's leg, eyelids flickering to the new found pleasure.
Suho hums when you begin to bob your head, a thank you. The harder his thrusts are, the more saliva escapes past the corner of your lips. Your cheek’s lower area and your chin are now messily covered in spit.
The fabric of Suho’s slacks darkens as well. You move on and caresses his balls before proceeding to suck them, eliciting a satisfied grunt that assures you’re doing well.
“Yeah, that’s right– oh fuck! Fuck, I’m–”
Unceremoniously, Suho pulls you up and sprawls you on his table. He breaths heavily as he flips your skirt and prods his finger between your pussy cheeks.
Your lips tug upwards. Who else can push your professor to his climax as fast as you could? No one else but you.
A gasp leaves your lips when the ripping sound pierces your ear drums, eyes widening. “Suho, what the fuck?! This is I.D. Sarrieri!”
Chuckles rumble in his chest, not believing the amount of brattiness he’s putting up to. “You need that mouth disciplined,” He groans against the lobe of your ear.
With no more than a slap on your inner thigh, Suho digs in like a starved man, hot tongue diving in his velvet walls while his hands keep your legs firmly open.
The pink muscle explores the insides of your hole more than it did in your mouth, slurping sounds echoing the four walls of the room. Suho then plunges two fingers without a warning, lips encircling your clit next as he sucks loudly, determined to yanking you to the border of euphoria.
“Suho– oh, oh so good!”
Your head thrashes, hands reaching for air before landing on the edges of his table, gripping them as you hold on to the last bits of your sanity. Hips jerking upwards feverishly, making a mess on the professor’s adonis face.
It must be the desperation or the friction you had been receiving since earlier that causes you to finally let go, enabling the older man to have a taste of your sweet juices. Suho is once again humming in satisfaction.
But it's not yet enough, no. He won't be sated, not until he finishes with the pulsating walls stimulating his release.
That intense workouts he does pays off as Suho manhandles you easily, face greeting the board in a harsh press. His eyes darkens when he sees your expression.
“Something funny?” He murmurs, grip tightening on your hair as he raises a brow.
A dazed smile remains on your face. “No, Sir.”
The clutches of Suho’s hand stays on the back of your neck. Your legs fold almost completely as the thick shaft enters you suddenly, sending you to clench at the unexpected penetration, mouth forming an 'o' because of how deep it is-- Your smile widens even more.
Clenching, drools, or simply; a mess. Those are the words Suho would say to describe your current state.
To have his student going jelly over his cock, to have you moaning and thrashing for him– Suho almost wishes he gave in sooner.
“What a fucking sight, huh? I should’ve fucked you when you first came in my class wearing those shorts that could pass as panties. How do you even– fuck–... how do you enter the campus without being dress coded? Ah shit.. do you also suck your other professors’ cock like you do with mine?”
You immediately shake your head. “N-no, Sir! Just you– I only want you!”
“That’s right, baby. You can’t do that to Sir, hmm? You’re fucking mine. You should be grateful I’m fucking you instead of my wife tonight.”
It was a lie. Suho lost any amor for her years ago. But the thought of the irritating wife fuels your desire of leaving your marks on Suho for her to see. For her to remember that Suho had never been and will never be hers.
And the professor knows that. Hence the smug he displays.
Whimpering helplessly, your nails dig into the skin of Suho’s thighs– reaching for whatever you could of him. Your legs shake violently to his rough thrusts, even getting on your toes uncontrollably.
It's electrifying, the pleasure you are getting. No words can amount to how Suho fucks you with so much passion, as if he'd taken up a sex related major in college instead of education and law.
Suho presses his lips against your ears. “Yeah, you like that? You like it when I make your brain all mushy? Always acting smart and mighty in my class only to go dumb over a fucking cock. My stupid bunny, always ready to take a dick inside her hole. Maybe I should do that, huh? Keep you tied up in my bed all the time, make you suck my cock before I got to work for a good luck, then fuck all the frustrations out when I get home. You’d love that, won’t you? You’d love being my personal fuck toy. Wouldn’t you, darling?”
Your head spins as you feel yourself flying away, reaching your own bliss. Tears once again race down your cheeks while your throat remains fucked out that you’re lessen to a babbling mess.
A slap across your ass cheeks sends you jerking, high pitched moans near to seep through the doors and let everyone know the activity shared by the two of you.
“Suho! Yes, yes, yes.. fuck, yes!''
What are you even saying yes for? Is Suho fucking you so good that your brain got mushed up? Did the honored, top of the class student indeed become a dumb, whimpering mess? That stirs pride inside Suho.
He's gonna make sure that you will never seek sexual pleasure from those college frat boys again, he'll make you realize that you only need a man to feel how good sex is.
Merciless thrusts continue despite the clear weakening of your legs, arms catching your waist to hold you up. It as if Suho’s brutal pace messes up your insides, tip continuously bumping against your sweet spot that creates white spots in your vision.
Suho groans loudly and with a slight change of his angle, the vigorous movements become a telltale sign of your climax.
Legs stretching as you stay on your toes, tongue lolling out and eyes crossing– a white ring forms around the girth of Suho’s cock, your moans getting louder as you clench down on him due to overstimulation.
As the rhythms of Suho’s bucking became inconsistent and the harsh grip around your waist became harsher, Suho’s cum fills you like a dam.
You ride your highs together, sharing an intimate and full of tongue kiss as you hear your phone ringing inside your bag.
Pulling out slowly, Suho salivates at the sight of his cum oozing out of your hole. He ushes you to sit on his table once again and goes down on his knees, cleaning up his own mess between your thighs.
Thankfully, your phone is within reach.
“Why did you tell your Mom you went to cram school with me?”
Suho could only stare fondly as you giggle and snicker at the evident irritation in Sieun’s voice.
fin.
credits to @angeliicide for the dividers!
