Male character x Male reader

Teacher's pet - Spencer Reid

¡Smut!You get involved in a very cliché situation, you fell in love with your university professor

You felt like you were a cheesy movie cliche, a younger college boy lusting over your older, attractive Professor. It was embarrassing, really. It wasn't like it was only you, though, most of the students in his class had the hots for him. He was undeniably attractive, with his curly hair and prickly stubble. He was smart, a lot smarter than most of the guys your age, and that was only half the appeal.
You were convinced you'd never have a chance with Professor Reid. He was ten years your senior, he was intelligent, and extremely attractive. He probably had to beat off women with a stick. Why would you be any different than all the other students dying to get with him? He most likely saw you as some little boy who had a crush on him, and it was devastating.
It's not like you were only out for his dick like half of the class were — though you can't lie and say you wouldn't kill to have a night in bed with him — it was also his personality that drew you to him. He was funny, telling jokes every so often that you laughed at even though most of the time you didn't understand him. Most of them had to do with physics, something that wasn't really your strong suit.
He was sweet too. He greeted everyone when they walked in and said goodbye to everyone who walked out. He kept a tiny glass bowl filled with hard candies on his desk and encouraged everyone to take a piece every time they came up to ask a question. He even offered students his number so they could call him if they had trouble with the homework. He was just an all around sweetheart.
And you were pretty sure you were falling in love with him.
You weren't quite sure why you were here, standing in front of Professor Reid's office at eight pm on a Friday night, but there you were, hand raised to knock on the wooden door when you heard a soft noise from inside. It sounded somewhere between a grunt and a whine, but you couldn't be completely sure.
Your first thought was that he had somehow hurt himself, and that had your heart rate speeding up with worry. Maybe he had fallen and wasn't able to get up or hit his head and was currently bleeding out on the floor. That wouldn't be good.
So you placed your hand on the doorknob and turned, pushing on the door until it opened.
He was certainly not hurt.
There he sat, still in his cardigan and trousers, cock pulled out just enough so his hand could wrap around it, his balls sitting full while he stroked himself fast and rough. His head was thrown back on the chair, his jaw slack to let little whines and moans slip out. His hair was curly, some sticking to his forehead and temple from sweat. He looked magnificent.
It didn't help that he was so.. pretty. His cock was big, much bigger than any of the guys you had slept with. The tip was red and leaking, like he was just on the verge of coming. He was thick, like he'd give a nice stretch when he pushed into you. It had your mouth watering.
You were frozen by the door, your hand still clutching the knob as you stared with wide eyes at the scene unfolding in front of you. You swallowed down the thick lump in your throat, your mouth suddenly feeling dry.
Was this real? Were you hallucinating?
"Fuck, s'good." He moaned, gasping for air when he squeezed the base.
You were definitely not hallucinating.
You needed to leave. You needed to turn around and run out of the room before he could see you. Because you weren't supposed to know what your Professor looked like when he was jerking off. You weren't supposed to know that his whole body shuddered when his thumb dipped into the tip. And you were certainly not supposed to know that he whined your name while coming.
"Please, y/n." He whimpered, licking over his lips, his hips jerking up into the air when he squeezed tighter.
You were out the door in seconds, closing it quietly and leaning up against it when it was shut. You could still hear his moans pouring out from underneath the crack in the door, your name mixed in along with begs and whines.
Holy fuck.
You avoided Professor Reid like the black plague on Monday, keeping your head down in the halls and ducking into an empty classroom whenever you saw him coming in your direction.
You were a mess, to say the least.
Ever since Friday night, any time you saw him, all you could think about was him in his chair, stroking himself while saying your name, then going home and getting yourself off while the image was still fresh in your mind.
You weren't necessarily trying to avoid him, you just didn't know how to face him without blurting out about what you saw. It's not like you were friends or anything, so you didn't think it would raise suspicion.
And you had classes with him three times a week, so that didn't really help.
It was now Thursday, meaning you had another class with him.
You had decided that there was no use in hiding from him anymore considering the fact that he had no idea you were there and you could just pretend it never even happened. Even though every time you slept, you dreamt of him. It wasn't like seeing it had made you uncomfortable or anything, quite the opposite, but you were sure there were rules put in place against student/teacher relationships, so nothing would come of it. The hard part was knowing that he felt the same way for you that you felt for him and not being able to do anything about it.
So you weren't going to worry about it anymore. You were going to go to his class and participate like normal and pretend like you never saw him sitting in that chair, stroking himself to the thought of you.
Fuck, this was going to be hard.
actually wasn't that difficult to see him again. Even though you were constantly reminded of what you saw whenever he would say your name, you would say you were doing pretty well with hiding your feelings. He wasn't acting any different than he had before, so he didn't suspect that you had seen anything. Why would he, anyway? You were the one who came in late to speak with him, it's not like he was expecting anyone to interrupt him while he was... masturbating on school property.
"Y/n, could I speak with you for a minute?" He asked, now standing in front of your desk where you were packing up all of your things.
You looked up, a nervous smile on your face as you nodded. You quickly slung your bag over your shoulder and followed him to the front of the room to his desk, noting that the door was shut and everyone had already left.
"Uh what do you need to talk about?" You asked, keeping that same kind smile on your face as you spoke.
He leaned against the desk with a sigh, a sympathetic smile on his face.
"Your grades have been... well that hasn't been bad necessarily, but they also haven't been good." He started, turning and reaching over to grab a stack of papers from the desk. "This past week they have gone down considerably and I just wanted to see if you've been doing alright or if you needed any extra help outside of class hours." He said, handing the papers over for you to look at.
Your grades have went from A's to B minuses on all of the work from the past week and a half.
"I'm sorry.. I've just been a little distracted lately." You explained, your shoulders slumping as you handed the papers back to him.
"That's alright, I just wanted to remind you that my office hours are open from five to eight on Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's." He said, his signature pursed lip smile adorning his face.
Well I tried to come in on Friday but you were a little busy. You thought.
"Yes, I understand. Thank you, Professor Reid." You said, a little embarrassed from this entire conversation.
"It's no problem, y/n." He replied, patting your shoulder as he stood up. "You can come by tomorrow and we can go over the areas you've been having some trouble with." He said, grabbing a yellow sticky note from the stack on his desk and writing on it. "Here's my cell, you can message me too if that's better for you." He handed it to you, stuffing his hands into his pockets after.
His handwriting was cute, it reminded you of a child's with how messy it was.
"Thank you again, I'll make sure to come in tomorrow." You said, giving him a small wave as you exited the room.
This wouldn't be good.
You felt a strange sense of deja vu as you walked up to his office door, taking in a deep breath as you knocked.
"Come in!" He called, his voice sounding slightly muffled through the door.
You walked in, seeing him sat in his chair with a book in hand. You closed the door behind you, walking over and sitting in the chair across from him. You cleared your throat, trying to push the image of him from that night out of your head as you set your bag on the ground by your feet.
"Nice to see you again." He smiled, closing his book and setting it off to the side. "Let's get to work." He said.
After a full hour of Professor Reid helping you, it was safe to say you were a mess.
He had gotten up at some point, deciding to sit down on the edge of the desk right in front of you. His legs were spread and he was leaning back on his hands while the two of you talked. He was ruining you without even doing anything. Just the image of him sitting there, legs wide and lip between his teeth was enough to have you soaking through your panties.
"Thank you for all of your help, Professor. I think I understand now." You thanked him, eager to get out of the building as soon as possible so you could go home and take care of yourself.
"Again, it's no problem. That's why I'm here." He chuckled, his hands rubbing his upper thighs over his slacks. "I'll see you on Monday." He said, getting up from the desk and walking over to his chair once again.
You left with a wave, taking your bag and walking out the door. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in, thankful that you could finally breath once again. You swore your brain turned into mush whenever you were in the same room as him.
It wasn't until you reached the entrance of the school that you realized you left your phone in his office, not feeling it in your pockets when you checked.
You let out a huff, quickly walking down the halls and silently praying that he hadn't already left. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw the light from under the door, rushing over to retrieve your phone.
"Sorry, I left my-"
You were cut off by the same sight from last Friday right in front of you. Professor Reid in his chair with his cock out, his head snapping up when he heard your voice.
Oh no, not again.
"Y/n!" He choked, quickly stuffing himself back into his pants as you clamped your hands over your eyes.
"I-I'm sorry! I left my phone and.." You trailed off, not really knowing what to say. Twice this has happened now.
The universe was really testing you.
"I'm incredibly sorry.. I shouldn't have been.. I'm sorry." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. When you took your hands off your face and looked at him, he looked stressed, like he was worried you were going to tell someone.
"There's no reason to be sorry, I should've knocked." You chuckled awkwardly, chewing on your bottom lip.
He nodded, keeping his head down, refusing to meet your eyes.
"I just need to grab my phone and I'll get out of your hair." You mumbled.
He grabbed your phone off the desk, slowly walking over and handing it to you. You reached out, the tips of your fingers brushing over his knuckles as you took the device from his grasp. He raised his head, his eyes finally meeting yours.
There was a pause, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife before his lips were on yours. He was crowding you against the bookshelf, your back hitting it with a thud as his lips moved eagerly over yours. Your hands went to his hair, tangling in the soft locks and tugging. He let out a gruff moan into the kiss, his hips moving forward and pressing into yours, pushing your bottom half against the shelf.
His hands were on your cheeks, holding you close while his tongue slipped inside of your mouth. He licked into you, his obvious erection pressing into your lower stomach, slightly rutting into you every time he moved. The kiss was desperate and passionate, releasing all of the pent up emotions and longing that formed throughout the months you'd been in his classes.
It was everything you dreamed of and more.
It was heaven.
His lips suddenly left yours, moving down to sloppily kiss your cheek before nudging your chin up with the top of his head so he could nuzzle into your neck. Your lips parted to let a gasp escape, his lips attacking your neck. He was nipping at your skin, sucking and kissing, surely leaving marks for you to find later.
"Professor." You gasped, your head falling back against the rows of books behind you, your nails digging into his scalp as he sucked harder, creating an even darker mark on your skin.
"Say it again." He whispered, his voice gravely and strained.
"Professor?" You breathed out shakily.
He sucked harder after you spoke, his fingertips digging into your sides as he pushed his hips harder into yours, letting you feel his prominent bulge through his black trousers.
He raised his leg off the ground, shifting so he could part your legs with his knee, fitting it comfortably between your thighs and applying pressure. You couldn't help but moan as his lower thigh rubbed into your clothed dick , giving you that sweet relief you so desperately craved.
"Does that feel good?" He asked, sounding genuine as he pulled away from your neck, lifting his head to make eye contact with you, clearing searching for some kind of praise.
"It feels amazing." You let out along with a heavy breath, swallowing thickly as you looked at him. "Are you going to fuck me now, Professor?" You asked with a raise of your eyebrow, panting between words as he continued to grind his knee into you.
"Is that what you want?" He whispered, his pupils blown with lust and sweat beading at his hairline.
"Yes." You said, and that was all it took for him to remove himself from you completely before he grabbed your hand and tugged you over to his desk. He sat himself down in his chair, pulling you on top of him. You sat astride his lap, your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced while his rested gently on your hips.
"Fuck me, please." He begged, his voice airy, a meek whine that send shivers down your spine.
He wanted you to take charge? You could certainly do that.
You grabbed the hem of his beige sweater vest, tugging it off his body and tossed it onto the desk so it wouldn't get dirty. You went to his shirt, slowly undoing each of the buttons, teasing him purposefully. It was fun to watch him squirm, the grip on your hips tightening with every second it took for you to take his clothes off.
He was now shirtless in front of you, only a silver cross necklace dangling on his chest and a tattoo right below his pec. It was an outline of a stack of books, black and a little faded like he had gotten it a few years ago. It was so fitting for him and you couldn't help but smile as you went to unzip his pants.
Even though he was clearly impatient and fed up with your slow pace, he didn't try to rush you, he just sat quietly while you pulled his trousers down enough for the bulge in his boxers to be visible. He let out a gasp when your hand pressed down, palming him over the fabric. His head fell back with a whimper, but your hand came up, grabbing his jaw and forcing his head down so he was looking at you again.
"Eyes on me or I'll stop." You snapped, pushing harder on his cock.
"Y-Yes, Mrs." He gasped, his eyes hooded as he stared up at you.
"Good boy." You cooed, slipping your hand under the flap in his briefs to grasp his cock. He let out a muffled whimper as you took him out, biting down on his bottom lip, his eyes staying fixed on yours. "Are you going to be good and let me take care of you?" You asked with a condescending cock of your head.
"Yes, I'll be good for you, I promise." He rushed out, so eager to please you.
You didn't say anything in response, instead letting go of him so you could remove your panties. You slipped them off slowly, maintaining eye contact the whole time you dragged them down your legs and bunched them up, tapping his lips and stuffing the fabric into his mouth once he opened up for you.
"Stay quiet, Professor, don't want anyone to hear you." You taunted even though you both knew there was no one else in the building. Call it dramatic effect if you will.
He nodded nonetheless, watching with desperate eyes as you pushed up on your knees and lined the blunt head of his cock with your entrance. His chest rose and fell heavily with each breath he took in, waiting impatiently for the moment when you finally sunk down onto him.
And when you did, he swore he was in fucking heaven.
You felt better than anyone he'd ever been with. Tight, wet, and warm, snug around his cock with each inch you took in. He could feel each ridge of your walls as you slowly descended down his cock.
You were in the same boat, your jaw falling slack at the feeling of his thick, lengthy cock filling you. His girth gave a pleasurable burn as you took him in, stretching you out to accommodate him. He was the biggest you've ever had, and even though you knew you'd be sore in the morning, you wouldn't trade being with him for the world.
"Fuck, you're so big." You groaned, staying still for a moment when he was fully sheathed inside of you to adjust.
His head fell back against the chair with a whimper, struggling to not buck up into you. You just felt so fucking good, it was like he wasn't even in control of his own body. He was surprised he hadn't come the moment he felt you around him. He was glad he had some self restraint.
Plus, hearing you whine how big he was certainly wasn't helping.
He watched as you raised up on your knees, taking in a shaky breath before slowly sitting back down. His whine sounded through the air, muffled from the panties in his mouth as you started a slow but effective pace. He could taste your arousal on his tongue and it only made him harder, if that was possible. It was all so erotic and taboo, he never wanted it to end.
"Mhm so good." You moaned, your head lulling back, exposing your neck to him. He just wanted to lean forward and mark you some more, the possessive side of him wanting to make sure everyone who saw you would know that you were his. That you belonged to him just as much as he belonged to you.
You continued to bounce on his dick, reaching forward and removing the fabric from his mouth so you could hear him. There was no way you were going to sleep with him for the first time and not hear his delicious noises.
"Can you.. can you h-hit me, please? You don't have to if you don't want to, I'm so close." He rushed out, his eyes half-lidded as he stared up to you, desperate and pathetic.
Your eyebrows raised at his request, your pace slowing momentarily before you got your wits about you and picked up the steady rhythm you had before.
"Hit you?" You repeated, not sure if you heard him correctly.
"Yes, please." He begged, sounding so desperate and looking so cute.
would you like to deny him?
You raised your hand, only hesitating for a moment before whipping it across his face. A loud smack sounded through the room along with his loud cry.
"Fuck, thank you, Baby!" He whined, his cheek burning with your handprint.
Baby? Where did that come from?
Hm I think I like that sound of that. You painted, hiking your skirt up around your waist so he could see where your bodies connected. His eyes flickered down almost immediately, a loud moan escaping him. "Want Baby to take care of you, huh? Want me to make you come?" You taunted.
"Yes, Baby. Make me come, please. I'll do anything." He whimpered.
"Make me come first, then I'll think about it." You decided, placing your hands on his shoulders for better balance as your speed increased. You rode him hard and fast, sending his mind into a haze of pure lust and want.
His hand went down between your sweaty bodies, easily finding your dick to rub fast over the sensitive nerves. Your hips jerked at the sensation, your pleasure only doubling.
Your head fell down, tucking into his neck as you panted into him.
You were so close, the knot tightening in your stomach, all you needed was one little push and you'd come.
"Please, come for me, Baby." Your professor whined breathily in your ear.
That was all you needed to clamp down around him, gushing around his cock as you came. You had to bite down on his shoulder to stop the loud moans from escaping, your nails digging into his back harshly.
You maintained the fast pace, knowing that he was also close.
"You can come, baby. Be a good boy and come for Baby." You whispered, biting down on his earlobe as the sensitivity hit you.
"Fuck!" He cried, grappling for your hips so he could push you down at the same time his hips bucked up, releasing his hot, sticky come deep inside of you. You felt it painting your walls, your insides going all tingly and warm at the feeling.
The two of you sat there in silence, only the sound of your heavy breathing filling the room as you came down from your highs. You ran your hands through his hair, finding comfort in it as the fog cleared from your head. That post-sex clarity hit and you realized what you had just done, what had just happened in this room tonight.
You just fucked your professor.