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Good Student - [Professor!Pierre]

A/N: for scorpthetic

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WORDCOUNT: 1422

WARNINGS: nsfw (student-professor relationship, semi-public sex, unprotected sex)

"We shouldn't be doing this."

Were words both of you had said multiple times already, yet Pierre didn't lift his hands from your waist, or your ass, or pulled his lips back from yours, and you didn't make a move to pull back from him either. Ungraded essays flew off his desk when he lifted you onto the surface with a rush. It was no secret that there was a mutual attraction between the two of you, and he simply hadn't been able to resist the cute skirt you were wearing today, the high boots that nearly reached your thighs. At first Pierre thought you'd be one of the bratty girls, who barely made any efforts for the course he was teaching at the university, but to his surprise you were one of his best students. Your assignments were handed in on time, and of excellent quality. Last weekend he had briefly seen you in one of the popular nightclubs, and apparently you had a great balance between parties and studying. It didn't help that Pierre was just a couple of years older than you, the age different barely worth mentioning. And he was attractive, athletic, funny and nice.

Your hands roamed over his pecs, grinning against his lips when you squeezed his muscled shoulders and biceps. "Shit, babe. The amount of times I've been thinking about this while grading your assignments," Pierre muttered, his teeth taking a bite of your swollen lips. You whimpered softly, your legs curling around his waist when his mouth moved to your neck, his fingers riding up the faux leather of your skirt. "Especially after seeing you in that mini dress last weekend," he growled, growing hard against the zipper of his slacks at the thought. "Hmm, you shouldn't be looking at your students like that, professor Gasly," you teased, your fingers curling into his hair at the nape of his neck. He groaned when you tugged on the roots. "Then tell me why you love it, darling," Pierre replied with a grin on his handsome face. "Are you going to fuck me for getting at 8.5 out of 10 on your test or not?" you said, wiping the grin right off his face again. Pierre pulled you off his desk, but only to turn you around and bend you over it. You braced yourself against it by placing your hands flat on the surface.

Sucking your lower lip into your mouth, you arched your back a little, letting out a surprised yelp when his palm roughly spanked your ass. Pierre briefly soothed the red skin, before he hooked his fingers into your panties to simply push them aside. Two of his fingers slid through your folds, feeling the slick of your wetness. He spread it slowly, his fingertips drawing patterns over your nub of nerve endings. You purred contently, feeling the sweet sparkles moving up your spine. Pierre grunted lowly at the sight of your wet pussy, his erection straining in his slacks. And he wasn't lying about what he said before, that he images like these had passed his mind before. Especially when you were seated in the front row at his lectures, taking your notes and listening to every word he said. His focussed returned when you let out a soft moan, impatient for more. Pierre slipped two of his fingers knuckle deep inside you, loving the way your body reacted to him. His fingers trusted into you, curling up against your front wall and hitting that spongy spot that caused your toes to curl. You cursed under your breath, growing wetter each time his fingertips stimulated that sensitive part inside your body.

Pierre felt you pulse around his fingers, and he briefly slipped them out, gliding them over your throbbing clit before pushing them in again. Your body tensed in the best way possible, but he didn't let you cum yet. Your nails dug into the surface of his desk, hearing the clinking of his belt loosening. You looked over your shoulder, your mouth nearly watering at the sight of his shirt messily undone, his abdomen tensing while his hand was wrapped around his cock. Pierre guided himself to your entrance, letting out a guttural moan when he slipped deeply inside you. He knocked your legs a bit further apart, and his fingers curled around your hips to start his pace. You were a trembling mess bend over his desk when he trusted hard en deep, biting harshly down on your lower lip as you knew you couldn't moan too loud in case anyone was hearing the sounds coming from his office. "Fuck, you feel so good," Pierre muttered, his rings felt cool against your heated skin when he held you down on his desk. You could feel him twitching against your walls, and you started to roll your hips to meet his trusts.

His trusts started to get rougher, and all you cared about was how good it felt to have him pounding into your core. Each thrust send shocks of pleasure up your spine, the coil in your stomach white-hot and ready to snap with the sweet stimulation of your g-spot. Pierre felt your walls gripping around him tightly, making him grunt and moan lowly behind you. His fingers dug harder into your hips, perhaps leaving bruises that would blossom at the surface of your skin the day after, but you couldn't care less. One of his hands loosened and curled around you, pulling your pelvis off the desk, and his hand slipped between your legs to stimulate your clit. You whimpered at his touch, growing needy with each drag of his fingertips over your nub of nerves. "That's it, love," Pierre praised, his voice rasping a little. You started to unravel, your eyes falling closed while trying to brace yourself against the intensity. The coil snapped, and the warm wave of pleasure twirled up your body and bathed you in sweet bliss. Pierre's breaths were uneven, his grip on your hips faltering. "Turn around for me," he breathed.

You were unsteady, but you turned around nevertheless, sinking to your knees in front of him. Pierre threw his head back when your hand wrapped around his slick length, and your lips followed soon after. A couple swirls of your tongue around him, and he was done for. His abdomen contracted as he came in the back of your throat, feeling you swallow around him to prevent anything from spilling on the floor or your clothes. Pierre looked down at you, his hand reaching out to push some hair away from your face. "Such a good girl," he grinned, especially when you rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before fixing your skirt and panties and searching for your bottle of water to rinse your mouth. "I must say, I love the extracurriculars of a good student," you said, sitting on his desk and crossing your leg over the other. "Only the best students get this kind of extracurriculars," Pierre replied, fixing his slacks and tucking his shirt in again. "Students? You're suggesting there's someone better than me?" you playfully said.

"I wouldn't dare," Pierre cooed. "I do have to get you out of my office now," he said, making you smile contently when he reached down to the fallen papers. "I have these to grade," Pierre explained, placing them back on his desk. "Can't I help?" you purred, your hand gliding over his arm. He laughed softly. "You can't," Pierre said, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. "We really can't be seen together here," he said, a little softer then. "But I can take you out for dinner this weekend, if you like?" he suggested. "That would be nice, have my essay graded by then?" you hummed, and he shook his head. "Not so bratty now," Pierre took your chin between your fingers, his eyes gazing into yours, making you bite down on your lower lip. "Now go, I'll see you soon," Pierre said, pressing a kiss to your lips. You nodded and hopped off his desk, taking your bag to leave. "See you later, Professor," you said, looking over your shoulder before closing the door behind you. You were going to be the death of him.