this is a request, but i somehow lost it 😭 hope the person who sent it find this! <3

you were sitting in the university courtyard, legs crossed on the stone bench, books and notebook on the table, finishing scribbling some important notes from the class you'd had a short while ago.

when you finished, you put your pen down on the table and stretched your arms, yawning slightly before resting your elbows on the stone table. and that’s when you saw her.

coming down the stairs in the hallway, your professor, the most attractive professor you’d ever had. in fact, the only one who hadn’t left your mind since you met her. professor grayson.

she came down chatting with a professor from a different course than yours, too engrossed to notice your fixed gaze. you observed the way her legs moved with firmness and precision, yet with elegance, how her hips swayed in the same rhythm, how one strong arm — which you already had the pleasure of seeing when you saw her in a sports uniform — held the folder, and the other moved to gesture slightly. the way her breasts, even though firmly covered by her clothes, still followed the rhythm of her steps, swaying gently… you almost drooled.

and her face. fuck.

you had to look away and gently bite your lower lip to suppress a smile, returning your attention to your notes. all because of those damn dreams.

you’d thought she was an extremely beautiful woman, but when she started teaching your class? everything seemed to intensify. you could see her up close, spend more time observing her, and listening to that deliciously husky voice. and if you sometimes pretended to have silly, totally fake questions just to be close to her at her desk or have her standing next to yours, nobody needed to know.

but she’s not stupid, nor is she innocent. of that you were absolutely certain. so when you noticed her also fixing her eyes on you after, in one of your slips, you stared at her for too long, you knew she noticed.

you would even be embarrassed if she weren’t so attractive, beautiful, kind, intelligent, firm… you don’t regret anything, and god, you could still remember her expressions in your dreams. how amazing it would be to see it in real life and compare how realistic they were in your mind.

and, well, how risky would it be if you simply told her all of that?

that was the dangerous and extremely tempting idea that had been swirling around in your head for a while. maybe you were just a pervert whose main goal was to get fucked and fuck your hot professor, but hey, so what? at least you’re a good student.

no, you’re an excellent student. and you’d make sure to prove it.

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it was late afternoon, the afternoon students were almost all out of the university, and little by little, the evening students were arriving. the weather was pleasant and the atmosphere calm and quiet, the kind grayson deeply appreciates after a busy day, ready to rest.

she finished her cup of coffee — the third of the day — and threw the plastic in the trash, her gaze lost on the beautiful horizon above. however, as she was about to turn to walk towards the exit corridor, you appeared.

“professor! still here?” you said with a feigned surprise, smiling.

as soon as she saw you, grayson’s posture relaxed a little more. she smiled slightly, but genuinely, enough to make the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes more prominent. you sighed softly, controlling yourself so as not to let your eyes wander over her entire face and shamelessly admire her beautiful and gentle expressions.

“yes, work finished a little later today. nothing i’m not used to. but what about you, dear? your classes finished way before my work period.”

“mmm, just stayed a little longer to study. i know you’re tired, so i resolved my questions by myself.”

grayson frowned slightly, without losing her kind expression, only surprised that you preferred to search entirely by yourself instead of going to her.

“dear, whenever you have a question you can come to me. i’m never too tired for you… for my students.” she corrected herself gently, and you licked your lips amidst a smile at how the color in her cheeks clearly became more vivid.

“that’s very good to know, professor.” you brushed off the title slightly, moving a little closer to her. she noticed, but didn’t move. “so, you’re only available to answer questions or for something else?”

“something else…? what do you mean, dear?” she almost whispered the question, sounding genuinely intrigued and interested.

you glanced around quickly, pleased to see the almost nonexistent movement on campus at that hour, just a few afternoon students leaving and very few evening students arriving, one or two employees passing by.

with the surroundings quieter, you took her hand and pulled her further into the hallway close to you, the one behind the coffee machine. it was a little narrow, but nothing too bad; accidentally built and now used by late students to cut through to get to their classes faster.

you leaned her against the wall and looked both ways down the hallway, checking again. grayson stared at you with wide eyes, trying to process your sudden act of courage.

“professor…” you began, your voice low. “you saw, didn’t you? the way i look at you. don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

“well, i—” she cleared her throat and released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, trying to regain her composure. “of course i noticed. how could I not? you’re always… looking.”

“i’d be embarrassed by that if i weren’t so turned on by you.” your eyes followed the way her lips parted slightly, clearly surprised by your words. “i’m sorry. i know how unethical this is, but i can’t control myself anymore.” you took both her hands, bringing them to your chest. “you don’t know how many times i’ve dreamed about you, how i’ve seen your face and body contorting in countless ways in my imagination, or how many times i’ve woken up wet because of it.”

grayson called your name in a whisper, still surprised by everything that was happening, but feeling very tempted and inclined to continue. all the ethics of her work were at stake with just those words, but the way you held her hands, how you looked at her with bright, almost pleading eyes, having to lift your face to look at her because of the height difference, the way you seemed so sincere and beautiful saying those things. how could she resist?

“let me please you a little. please.” you asked.

“let’s say i agree to this…” she began slowly, and you widened your eyes in anticipation. “couldn’t we find a more private place?”

you blinked a few times before laughing, gently releasing her hands to slide down to her hips, where you delicately traced them to her belt.

“why? wouldn’t it be much more exciting if i did it right here and now?”

“i—i don’t know if…” the words in her husky voice were lost in her own throat as you unbuckled her belt, already moving your fingers to work unzipping her pants.

“you just need to stay quiet while i show you i’m a good student, professor.”

as your hands moved to lower her pants, you leaned in and kissed her. grayson immediately returned the kiss, cupping your face in her hands, deepening the kiss in seconds. fuck her ethics. for now.

you kissed fervently, neither of you fighting for control, just reciprocity in intensity and desperate, hungry movements. you sighed into each other’s mouths, unable to stop, almost unable to contain the low sounds that came from deep in your throats. when you pulled away, you left long, wet kisses on her neck, obviously leaving no marks, but enough to make her sigh softly and hold onto you.

then you dropped to your knees, hunching over slightly due to the cramped space, but making yourself comfortable.

you held her pants along with her panties and pulled them down to her calf, holding back a groan at the sight of her shapely legs, her bush, and her carefully trimmed happy trail. of course, even in that she would be organized.

“fuck…” you whispered.

grayson sighed, a little shaky, feeling the adrenaline of the danger of being caught and the way you looked at her with such lust and longing.

you held her thighs and leaned in to kiss her groin, leaving a few quick, wet kisses before sliding a hand down to her pussy, where you rubbed a finger and then moved your mouth there. she swallowed hard, trying to spread her legs wider to give you more access, only slightly hindered by her clothes.

you smeared your finger with her slick before pulling your hand away, leaving it back on her thigh, then leaning in closer to lick her pussy, from her wet hole to her clit, looking into her eyes.

grayson swallowed a moan, closing her eyes briefly to concentrate before looking back at you. unable to look away, even knowing that it would probably only make it harder for her not to make a sound.

your tongue and lips worked diligently on her, licking her pussy before sucking it with controlled force, repeating the movements and increasing the speed, only to then slowly slow down and focus more on her clit emerging from her hood.

you pulled away slightly, chin, nose, and jaw glistening, only to take that same finger you had previously rubbed on her to carefully push the hood back.

grayson groaned softly as you released it and took it into your mouth, sucking slowly, applying a pleasant, not too oppressive, but equally delicious force. despite wanting to taste her more eagerly, you knew you were still running the devastating risk of being caught, so you would help her stay quiet for a while. for now.

she pressed her hands against the wall, trying to stay as quiet as possible, mentally cursing herself when low, hoarse moans escaped, and trying to control herself from rubbing her hips against your face. but when you slid a finger and your tongue into her soaked hole, it was impossible. you put your finger in all at once, pushing it in as far as you could, past your knuckles, and you tried to put your tongue in too.

“fuck! oh, you—” she whispered, bringing a hand to her mouth.

you simply smiled, and she only noticed it by the way her eyes crinkled, since half of your face was buried in her.

quickly, you began to thrust your finger inside her, moving your mouth to suck on her clit. grayson’s abdomen contracted with a few spasms, and she yielded, moving her hips, thrusting them against your finger, increasing the friction inside and of her clit in your mouth. she almost closed her eyes, but the sight before her was too beautiful to miss, even if the stimulation was absurd.

around you two, it was already dark, and the campus streetlights came on. it was night, and in the distance you could hear more movement at the gate.

you pulled your mouth away and carefully inserted another finger inside her, biting your lip as you saw her frown and open her mouth to moan softly.

“shit, yes, yes. that was exactly the expression you had in my dream…” you whispered, pushing your fingers even deeper, curving them, opening her, looking at her face as if you were seeing a goddess.

grayson pressed her hand against her mouth again, harder, feeling her orgasm approaching, but still holding your gaze. that’s when you heard voices and footsteps too close, very close, right there beside you, at that coffee machine. two students, two boys talking without much enthusiasm about the third semester exam.

her eyes widened, feeling her heart leap out of her chest, staring at their shadows right there beside her. however, grayson was quickly pulled from her thoughts when you licked from your fingers buried inside her to her clit. she let out a choked sigh, turning her face to you, indignant at your audacity.

once you had her attention back, you brought your index finger to the front of your mouth, pursing your lips in a sign of silence. then, you used two fingers to point to your eyes, saying something only with your lips. “eyes on me,” she understood.

grayson took a deep breath, but without making any sound, swallowing her moans as you continued thrusting and curling your fingers inside her. you tilted your face and sucked her clit again, but this time with more force, at the same instant as you accelerated your fingers. grayson bit her lips hard and brought a hand to your hair, gripping it tightly. you groaned into her pussy, only making things worse. she closed her eyes, her breathing completely erratic, and feeling like disappearing when one of the students asked his friend if he had heard anything.

fortunately, the other said he was hallucinating from exhaustion and suggested that the two of them go to the cafeteria to eat before class started.

as they walked away, grayson leaned her head against the wall behind her, taking the opportunity to move her hips more quickly, inciting her orgasm to come faster.

it wasn’t long before she came on your fingers, squeezing them tightly, the muscles in her legs and abdomen contracting in continuous spasms. she swallowed the moan so hard it almost hurt, her eyes closed, sweat trickling softly from her forehead. you released her clit and appreciated her expression before speaking.

“breathe,” you whispered gently, still a little in a trance from the sight.

grayson exhaled, struggling a little before managing to regulate herself, needing to remain silent for a few seconds with her eyes closed. while she calmed down, you carefully removed your fingers from inside her, shamelessly sucking them clean, as if they were candy.

with your fingers ‘clean,’ you first pulled up her panties, putting them back in place. then you pulled up her pants — leaving an affectionate kiss on her pussy through the panties first —, standing up to adjust them properly on her hips, buttoning and fastening her belt as well.

when you finished, you held her by the waist and pulled her in for another kiss, this time much calmer.

“are you okay?”

“my student just fucked me in a hallway in the middle of university. do i look okay?” she raised an eyebrow, and you chuckled softly.

“well, you look pretty good to me, professor.”

grayson rolled her eyes, but couldn’t suppress her own smile. you heard the sound of a good number of students approaching, and you knew you couldn’t risk staying there any longer.

grayson placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, making you smile almost shyly.

“thank you. you really are a good student.”

“you think so?”

“absolutely. but… we’re not finished here, are we?” she asked, holding your waist tightly. you licked your lower lip, sighing softly.

“please, no. i need to know how they feel inside me.” you said in a low tone, taking one hand and tracing the thick fingers of hers that were on your waist.

oh shit guys i know i don’t really reblog fics but… THIS GUYS THIS!!!

-Dolled up-

I LOVE SEVIKA WEARING DRESSES RAAAAH (≧▽≦)/

Also If you got any outfit request for her let me know !!

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