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FILL: Booker/Nile; Hot for Teacher

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt is here:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2107640#cmt2107640

Grad student Nile is super excited to finally be done with the military and finishing her Art History Masters. The professor for her ~something to do with historical forgery IDK~ class is a Major distraction and maybe shes not above playing dirty for extra credit. Maybe he's more willing to lock his door during office hours when Nile comes to see him.
Can be a dl situation or ethics/moral Dubcon but They're both into it even if academic coercion/power imbalance is involved.

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note: lots of spanking below, and they lean reallllll hard into the student/teacher of it all

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She had to be quiet. It was after-hours, and the cleaning crew had already finished up, but that didn’t mean the building was empty. Nile looked over her shoulder, scanning the desolate hallway behind her as she walked quickly towards Mr. Le Livre’s office. She had a laundry list of lies to explain why she was in the building at eleven-thirty PM on a Wednesday, but tonight, it looked like she wouldn’t need to use any of them. She made it to his office and slipped inside without anyone seeing or stopping her.

He was already there, sitting behind his desk. He was always there first, no matter when she arrived. She wondered sometimes if he lived in his office. She turned the lock and let her body sink back, boneless, against his office door.

“Hi, professor,” she whispered.

He smiled. He’d long since gotten over flinching at the title. Long gotten over pretending he didn’t want this.

The first time she’d come to his office seeking this particular type of extra credit, he’d thrown her out, threatening to report her to the dean for bribery as well as inappropriate behavior.

The second time, he’d kept his office door open the entire time and spoken very clearly and very loudly about how he didn’t offer any extra credit of any kind to any student.

The third time, he was so accustomed to avoiding her that he pushed past her before she could even step across the threshold. She had to chase him down the hall just to ask after essay requirements. She didn’t mention extra credit at all.

They didn’t speak again for weeks after that. They saw each other in class, but that was it. She didn’t raise her hand and he rarely ever called on her. And then one night while she was drowning her sorrows about her diving grades, she spotted him on the far side of the bar. He looked to be doing the same thing, so she took a seat next to him. He immediately called for the check, but when it arrived, she snatched it away and paid for it before he could so much as reach for his wallet.

“My way of saying sorry,” she told him as he fumed. “I know I was out of line before.”

He knew she was lying, knew this was just another step down a path he couldn’t return from. But it was late and he was drunk and he was tired of pretending he wanted to say no when she so eagerly offered. So he took the drink and the apology at face value. And then he had another drink, sitting by her side. And maybe he had more, but he couldn’t quite remember. Couldn’t remember anything except kissing her, later, against a wall in the alley behind the bar.

Couldn’t remember anything except waking up the next morning, naked in a bed that wasn’t his, with a student.

He could be fired if anyone found out. He could go to jail, if she lied about the circumstances.

But somehow the dire consequences of their rash actions made their time together all the more exciting. Days, work, classes passed in a blur. It was the nights like this one that they lived for, and these nights happened more and more often.

Nile watched him from across the room and waited as he got up from his chair and came around the side of his desk. He leaned against the edge of it, his legs spread wide. When he waved her forward with one hand, she came happily, like a doll on a string.

He was wearing the same black slacks and baby blue button-down from class this afternoon. She hadn’t paid attention much during class. Ever since they’d started up this little… whatever-it-was between them… she’d stopped focusing altogether. She knew her grade was safe, and so she stopped trying. Mostly she spent his classes imagining all the dirty things she and the man standing at the front of the room had done together. All the things she still wanted them to do together.

Earlier this afternoon, she’d tuned out his lecture and spent the hour-long class fantasizing a much more rewarding type of education. It began when he realized she hadn’t been paying attention and called her to the front of the room to answer questions. For every question she got wrong, he spanked her. For every question she got right, he copped a feel, squeezing her breasts and ass and rubbing her cunt. When he ran out of questions, he fucked her over his desk in front of the whole class until she came, screaming his name for the whole campus to hear. Nile got so worked up just thinking about it that she had to leave halfway through the lesson to get herself off in the bathroom down the hall. When she came back into the room, their eyes met for a moment and she knew he knew what she’d done.

Now, twelve hours later, here they stood. His thighs spread and her body slotted comfortably in between them, their bodies pressed close together. She had one hand in his hair and another resting against his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt. He never took off his clothes when they had sex in his office, though she always wanted him too. Both of his hands were busy on her ass, groping and grabbing and pinching. He wasn’t shy about what he wanted once it was clear that want was reciprocated. They kissed with open mouths, wet tongues, and sharp teeth. As he squeezed her ass, Nile rubbed herself against his erection, wishing they were naked already. She never came to him needing any foreplay.

“What were you thinking about in class today, Ms. Freeman?”

Nile grinned, asking in between kisses, “What makes you think I was thinking about anything but the lesson, sir?”

He didn’t call his students by ‘Ms.’ or ‘Mr.’ during the day. They didn’t call him ‘sir.’ But the two of them both liked playing things up a little whenever they could.

“I saw you leave my class,” he murmured, moving his lips to her neck. She sighed, sinking further into his body as he sucked hungry kisses and left hickeys along her neck. He loved to leave marks where people could see. On days when she had his class, she never tried to cover them up. “You were gone for quite a while. Were you really in the bathroom the whole time, Ms. Freeman?”

“Yes, sir,” she panted. She arched into him when he sucked particularly hard just above her collarbone. “Oh!”

“Tell me the truth,” he murmured. One of his hands had left her ass and was squeezing her breast. She couldn’t hold in a moan when he pinched the nipple. He was so good with his hands. “Tell me what you did to yourself in that bathroom.”

“I rubbed my clit,” she panted, giving in immediately. She knew she was supposed to make him work for these dirty secrets, but she was hopeless when it came to him. “I rubbed it good and hard, thinking of you, sir. Thinking of you at the front of the class, spanking me for missing questions. Fucking me over your desk.”

He groaned, jerking his hips into hers. He tightened his grip on her ass so he could grind himself against her.

“Naughty,” he grunted, and she moaned in ready agreement. It hadn’t taken either of them very long to realize how much they liked the stereotypical student/teacher dynamic. After those first couple trysts, neither of them balked at it anymore. “Wonder what I should do with a naughty student like you…”

His hands were already unzipping her skirt, and shoving it down past her thighs. “Fuck,” he muttered when he saw the purple thong she was wearing. “Is this the same one you wore in class today?”

“Uh-uh,” Nile whimpered a regretful denial. “I couldn’t keep wearing that one, sir. It was too wet.”

He groaned, speechless, and squeezed her ass, digging in his nails into her bare skin before drawing back a hand and smacking it hard. Nile had to stifle a gasp into his shoulder. He smacked her again, harder, and she let out a whimper.

“More, please, professor,” she begged, and he did it again and again until she broke and reached for the zipper on his pants. She had just shoved his slacks down when he spun them around so she was pressed up against his desk. She tensed at the change in position, knowing what was coming, and immediately putting out her palms to brace against his desk.

The surface had been cluttered with papers and folders and books the first few times she’d visited after hours, but now he kept it clear of papers, pencils, pens so they wouldn’t have to clean up after. Sometimes he even put his monitor on the ground, just in case they got out of hand. Both of them knew it would be impossible to explain any damage, so they tried to be as careful as possible, at least as far as school property was concerned.

As Nile listened to him open a condom and ready himself, she pushed out her ass, half in a taunt and half in invitation. Her right ass cheek was still throbbing, but she wanted him to spank her again.

“Can’t stand the way you walk around wearing underwear like that,” he muttered, watching her shake her ass. “Do you know how hard I have to work to keep myself under control when you’re in my classroom?”

“Doesn’t seem like you have much control to me,” Nile replied, sassy enough that he finally gave her the smack she was looking for. “Yes, professor!” she moaned as he hit her again. “Please, sir, please fuck me. I’ve been waiting all day.”

“I should make you wait longer,” he threatened. “I should make you stand here all night, soaking wet for me.”

Nile whimpered, begging him not to. Begging him to please, please give her what she needed.

He did.

He shoved her underwear down, took her stinging ass in his hands, and pulled her back onto his cock. She was so wet that he slid in like a dream, but they both had to watch their mouths so they didn’t shout.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he snarled, withdrawing before thrusting back in. “Love the way you clutch my cock, Nile, goddamn.”

She moaned, unable to do much in that position except bend herself over his desk and take what he was giving her. He fucked her hard and deep, keeping a bruising grip on her waist as he slammed against her ass over and over again. She writhed on the wood, sweaty hands scrambling for purchase beneath the pressure of his delicious assault. It didn’t take long before her moans began to hit that crescendo he knew so well.

“You close?” he panted, his hips slapping against her in quick rhythm. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yes,” she panted, body on fire as she squirmed beneath him. “Yes, soon. Need a little more. Please, sir.”

“Play with your clit,” he instructed and she whimpered, obeying immediately. She loved when he told her what to do. Loved how authoritative he sounded when he was fucking her from behind like this, holding her down and making her cum all over his desk. “Play with your clit while I spank you like the naughty girl you are.”

“Oh, fuck,” Nile choked out, hyperventilating, her body readying to seize—

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

She came in a burst of stars, pleasure exploding within her like a bomb. The only thing that kept her from screaming her release was all their nights of practice—she knew not to make a sound. She lay across the desk, panting and sweating, as he continued to thrust inside her and finally came. He braced against the desk, holding himself above her as his climax crested and receded. Then he pulled out, carefully disposed of the condom, and bent down to pull up his pants.

Nile fixed her skirt and pulled up her soiled underwear before turning around to face him. They were both still breathing hard and noticeably sweaty. When he bent down to kiss her, Nile could taste the gratitude and the frustration because she felt it all too. One time was everything in the moment, and yet it was somehow never enough once it was over. Before she left, they made plans to meet up in two weeks. But they both knew she’d be back in his office much sooner than that.

Re: FILL: Booker/Nile; Hot for Teacher

[(Anonymous)]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Love Nile’s insistence. Poor Professor didn’t stand a chance.

Re: FILL: Booker/Nile; Hot for Teacher

[(Anonymous)]

yesssssss!

Re: FILL: Booker/Nile; Hot for Teacher

[(Anonymous)]

!!!!!!
OP here with hearts in my eyes this is purrrrrrrfect!
Nile being a brat and Booker just never standing a chance because he wants her too much
I love it, Its Scorching, you rock author anon!!!!