something to die for - sam wilson smut
The one where you’re his professor
Warnings:Â professor/student relationship, smut, age gap
WC: 1.3k
A/N: Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for looking this over for me! I love you very much!
I could feel his eyes on me from the second I entered the familiar classroom. Everyone was looking at me, of course, but no one’s gaze electrified me quite as much as his.
That should have been the first sign - the only sign I needed to keep myself away from him. And still, I stubbornly resisted, pretending it wasn’t a big deal.
If I acknowledged how attracted I was to him, it would make this all the more real.
“Okay, class.” I clapped my hands together to gather everyone’s attention, turning around to face the blackboard. “Today, we’ll be talking about…”
It was easy to ignore his magnetism while I was teaching. I loved what I did, I loved sharing my knowledge and watching the spark of understanding shine in my student’s eyes.
It’s just that every time my gaze swiped over one specific student, I seemed to get hypnotized. The class went by in a whirl, and even through my conversation with the last few remaining students, eager to get a word in with me, I could still feel his gaze, heavy on me.
I knew it was only a matter of time until I heard the familiar knock against the door to my private office.
“Can I come in?” I drew a sharp breath, letting go of the files I was trying to sort in an effort to distract myself - like I hadn’t been waiting for this precise thing to happen.
He didn’t wait for my answer. The second I turned around to meet his eyes, his arms were already wrapped around me, head dipping to capture my lips in his in the sort of kiss I’d never seen outside of television.
“Mr. Wilson…” I tried to pull away. I really did. Even though my body ached for him, even though I absolutely, 100% wanted this…
I tried to do what was right. But his kisses were already trailing down my jaw, making breathing a particularly difficult activity as the scent of his cologne made my head swirl.
“We can’t do this…” My objections were lost to the room as he just kept on going, hands pulling up my skirt to squeeze my thighs as my chest heaved.
I was fighting my attraction to him because I had to, but the truth was, I didn’t want to. It’d been years since I felt this desired, especially by someone his age.
Of course, there were the lingering looks and flirty comments, but no student had ever wanted me badly enough to just take me. And now that he had gotten his hands on me, I wasn’t sure I could find it in me to stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted with my body.
“You’re so fucking sexy…” he groaned, hands exploring every inch of skin he exposed. “This goddamn outfit…” I hadn’t even thought twice about the tight skirt when I pulled it out of my wardrobe to wear it this morning, but I knew it was going to become my favorite piece of clothing after today. “I couldn’t stop thinking about ripping it from your body. You’re so fucking distracting.”
His mouth was everywhere, lips warm as he groaned against my throat once his fingers bypassed the barrier of my panties and found my cunt.
“God, you’re so wet.” He wasn’t wrong. I knew I’d been dripping since he first laid his eyes on me. It was as if he had a superpower and I was but prey to his dark desires. I knew I should be the one in control - I was older, I was his professor - but now that he had his fingers inside of me, I was completely under his dominance, and I loved every second of it.
“Does this feel good?” He panted against my cheek, and I wanted to roll my eyes like some sort of teenager because the question felt so damn stupid.
Couldn’t he tell that it did?
I was biting down on my lower lip so hard to stop my moans from pouring out that I was sure it was about to split. My wetness was dripping from my cunt, aiding his incessant exploration, the sound of which reverberated on the walls around us.
I was about to cum and he had barely even started.
“Tell me you like this,” he insisted right as I slapped a hand to my mouth to stop my sounds from escaping, even though I wanted to scream out his name. “C’mon, Professor.”
The title - the reminder of the forbidden nature of this moment we were sharing, had shivers running down my spine, my nails undoubtedly breaking skin as they ran down his arms.
“So good…” I barely recognized my voice, so hoarse and wanton as I answered his plea without even acknowledging it. His answering grin, so boyishly proud, awoke me to the fact, but how could I regret it?
“Yeah…” He panted against my cheek, fingers quickening on their onslaught. “There you go… I knew you needed this.”
I could only thank his clairvoyant powers.
His kisses were making me weaker the lower they descended along the lines of my body. First trailing my jaw until it reached my neck, I didn’t expect him to follow the line of my shoulder until he reached the sleeve of my shirt.
“This won’t do.” It was all that preceded his ripping of the fabric - just enough so he could expose half of my arm and pull the offensive clothing down to show my breast.
I heard his breath hitch as the soft curve was revealed to him. I’d anticipated some sort of touch there, but not the one he surprised me with.
His head fell over my chest, teeth working on pulling the cup of my bra down, just enough to release my nipple, and that’s when he attacked. His tongue traced my nipple before he bit down on it, hard enough to leave his imprint behind.
“Oh…” In a true demonstration of the submission I was gifting him, I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as I gave him more of me. This was so dirty, and it felt way too good to be true - I was all but certain that it was a dream. It had to be, so what hurt could it bring me if I just… let myself go and enjoyed it?
“You know how long I’ve been waiting to taste you?” He whispered against my chest, eliciting goosebumps as his warm breath hit my sweaty body. “You’ve been so stressed lately… Why don’t you just let me fuck your problems away, hm? Leave that wonderful, intelligent brain of yours completely numb, until you’re acting all silly and dumb, just for me?”
His words were my undoing. My orgasm hit me and my release dripped from his hand on the desk underneath us, but as I tried to sit up to clean his mess, he moved his fingers inside of me again, keeping me lowered with his other arm.
“Stay right there…” I squirmed in his embrace but relented and allowed myself to relax against the cold wood. “That’s a good girl…” My mouth fell open on a pant as he slowly pulled away from me, fixating that dark gaze on my exposed body. Despite the age difference - how I was older than him - he always managed to make me feel like a silly teenager again.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered, lowering down to his knees as my eyes bulged out. “You know you want to be mine…” He teased, and I did. I wanted so badly that it hurt, but I couldn’t.Â
We both couldn’t, and he knew that.
“But for now… knowing you’ll think about me the next time you play with this pretty pussy is everything I need.” With a kiss right over my clit, he got back up to his feet and winked. “You know how to find me.”