#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: talisen dilf au 𖹭 ݁

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˖⁺. ﹙ literature professor x fem reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . repeat after me !! 🍒 :  literature professor character﹙ dilf au talisen. ﹚

your private tutor lesson has quite the turn | cw: age gap, professor/uni student, smut, rough sex, creampie

"So?" Your professor clicks his tongue quietly. His glasses pushed up to the bridge of his nose. Cock pulsing inside of your warm cunt. As he looks down at the homework you'd come to recieve some help for. He couldn't deny helping you after all. The sweet literature major student from his class he privately tutored because noone else was able to take up the position.

Or, that's what he'd told you at the least—

"T-the s-sttudy of p-postc-oh f-fuck, p-professor zh-zhào," the tip that kisses your cervix and leaks with cum sends shivers up your spine, interrupting what you'd initially planned to say. It felt so good. Your chest pressed against his kitchen desk while half drunkenly trying to get to studying. . . It was hard not to buck your hips back into him. Alas, the punishment for it would be a pain in your ass, to say the least.

"Keep reading precious." He hums into your ear. Warm hands gliding up your bare stomach to cup at the dips in your waist to give you a few pumps of his hips. Pulling another moan out of you. "Or do I have to give you lowest grade tomorrow?"

"N— no!" You whine, nails scraping across the marble surface of the table, trying your hardest to read through the words on the gods forsaken book below you. He knows what he's doing.

Whether he wants you to read the page or not, you're not so sure anymore. The tummy loops his little groans throw around in your ears is enough to make you leak with so much arousal a base of cream has already started to form around his thick cock.

"Then—" A heavy breath fans against your neck, his arm pushing away the wine glasses to grab his arm over the counter and pin you a bit more. Fucking harder into you. "—Start, fucking, reading." He's making you delirious like it's nothing, isn't he?

"P-postcolonial or international e-englis-hnhhh professor!" It's hopeless. You can't be normal when he's got you against him like this. His front flush against your back. Bullying your poor, swollen cunt with his large dick to help it milk the cum he has to give you.

"Such a pretty girl," he whispers against your shoulder. Pace growing a little faster than last. The soft plapping of his balls against your wet cunt sends you into a blurred state of heaven you can't describe. "Should make you my wife instead, have you here take care of our son." He mumbles and bites at your shoulder.

"Wouldn't have to give him away to his dad," the breathless whispers against your flushed skin goes unheard. You're too busy feeling the rush of emotions that crash into your heart and stomach. The big muscle within your chest fluttering, is akin to that of the pretty pussy he's got wrapped around him.

"P-professo-or!" Your tits jiggle and slap against the counter so beautifully, he could get addicted to the feel of you, the mere presence of you. He's sure that he already is.

Each part of you is the most poetic sonnet he has ever read. The taste of you, the love that you have to give, all of you. Maybe his drunk mind was messing with him, he really hoped that you loved him back as much as he loves you.

"F- mghn. . . Feel good baby?" He moans softly. Face flushed from the small responses you give him throughout the messy fuck. "G-god. . . Shouldn't fuck you here."

Pants come quick from his lungs, long and extended. As his hands lift you up and he pulls out of you much to your dismay. Yet the giddy feel tickles away at your brain when you feel your back hit the soft cushions of the couch, your leg flung into the air while he's half on the couch half not, dick thrusting itself back into you to continue giving you the pleasure you deserve after the hard week.

Kisses move up and down your neck, down to your collarbone to pull the swirling feeling in your head into further spiral. Just like his index and middle find your throbbing clit, swirling and rubbing away at it to pull those delicous sounds out of you.

"C'mon— hah. . ." Small encouragements begin to fill your ears. It's not hard to tell that pleasure is coiled up in your tummy, creating a knot that begs to be released.

"T-Talisen," oh those pathetic sobs. You feel almost ashamed of them, yet he all but laughs a little, head thrown back as he shallows his thrusts and builds the pace a bit more to help you on your way. "You can do it baobei. You can do it,"

Your vision spots with black and white as you feel yourself let go, the knot recoiling and whipping itself everywhere in your lower abdomen as your orgasm washes over you and you leak out onto him, messing the couch below you slightly.

That's going to be he favourite spot on it now. . . He thinks to himself. Before letting out a small gasp as your warm cunt squeezes down against him so hard, his own orgasm crashes down on him. One that sends shivers down his spine.

"I love you-" He whines out, the drunk words barely passing through your ears. Though you're too drunk yourself to fully process them.

The poor man can only hope neither of you remember them spoken in the morning. Though knowing your sharp mind. . . He'll have to face the sentence when the time comes.