summary: You come to class in the shortest little skirt and Professor Lennon is so distracted he can barely teach. Afterwards, he tries taking matters into his own hands… only to be interrupted by the very subject of his fantasy.
prompt: my own fucking post, bc I have no self-control warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, professor kink… this is basically porn and I’m not sorry. oh also there’s dante’s inferno discourse, if that’s upsetting to anyone
i have nothing to say. this is filth. see y’all in the second circle of hell lmao (also, can you spot the 🥪 hint?)
i was gonna schedule this for 9 am or something but… apparently some of y’all are still awake if my notifs are any indication. so. enjoy. it’s almost 4 am for me
This is so, so wrong.
You’re not that much younger than John, with you in your early twenties and him just approaching thirty. Still, he’s your professor. You’re his student. There’s an unspoken taboo about the whole thing, a clear line that should never be towed. John’s a rational man—after all, he’s a Literature professor—and he knows these things in his head. They’re as clear as day, as obvious as Brontë’s warnings against forbidden love throughout Wuthering Heights.
All that rationality flies out the window when you come into class this morning wearing a short skirt that makes John almost drop his chalk.
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summary: You come to class in the shortest little skirt and Professor Lennon is so distracted he can barely teach. Afterwards, he tries taking matters into his own hands… only to be interrupted by the very subject of his fantasy.
prompt: my own fucking post, bc I have no self-control warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, professor kink… this is basically porn and I’m not sorry. oh also there’s dante’s inferno discourse, if that’s upsetting to anyone
i have nothing to say. this is filth. see y’all in the second circle of hell lmao (also, can you spot the 🥪 hint?)
i was gonna schedule this for 9 am or something but… apparently some of y’all are still awake if my notifs are any indication. so. enjoy. it’s almost 4 am for me
This is so, so wrong.
You’re not that much younger than John, with you in your early twenties and him just approaching thirty. Still, he’s your professor. You’re his student. There’s an unspoken taboo about the whole thing, a clear line that should never be towed. John’s a rational man—after all, he’s a Literature professor—and he knows these things in his head. They’re as clear as day, as obvious as Brontë’s warnings against forbidden love throughout Wuthering Heights.
All that rationality flies out the window when you come into class this morning wearing a short skirt that makes John almost drop his chalk.
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summary: You come to class in the shortest little skirt and Professor Lennon is so distracted he can barely teach. Afterwards, he tries taking matters into his own hands… only to be interrupted by the very subject of his fantasy.
prompt: my own fucking post, bc I have no self-control warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, professor kink… this is basically porn and I’m not sorry. oh also there’s dante’s inferno discourse, if that’s upsetting to anyone
i have nothing to say. this is filth. see y’all in the second circle of hell lmao (also, can you spot the 🥪 hint?)
i was gonna schedule this for 9 am or something but… apparently some of y’all are still awake if my notifs are any indication. so. enjoy. it’s almost 4 am for me
This is so, so wrong.
You’re not that much younger than John, with you in your early twenties and him just approaching thirty. Still, he’s your professor. You’re his student. There’s an unspoken taboo about the whole thing, a clear line that should never be towed. John’s a rational man—after all, he’s a Literature professor—and he knows these things in his head. They’re as clear as day, as obvious as Brontë’s warnings against forbidden love throughout Wuthering Heights.
All that rationality flies out the window when you come into class this morning wearing a short skirt that makes John almost drop his chalk.
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