ephemerally in need.

Here’s the thing, you’re hellbent with the stress of schoolworks and the irreparable damage that has been done to you by two things: firstly, your professor who genuinely milks the cum out of you; and second, the thesis that’s a pivotal element in your college life that needs to be successful before you graduate.

And sometimes, the wicked sin comes into play, soothing your nerves.

12:45

go to the women’s bathroom, 3rd building, 4th floor, asap

You know how this goes, like a chore you can do blindfolded, but the thrill and the surprise of what she may do to you riles you up even though it has been a recurring issue between the both of you that doesn’t seem to get any better. Your professor, Cho Haseul, is pretty much a drug you can’t resist and it’s mutually in the same boat as hers and even though this is professionally (for her) and morally wrong, you still play with the fire of desire and lust.

The both of you aren’t any better, and there’s no fixing this.

So what did you do? Simple, you comply.

If these walls could talk, the both of you will be in great trouble.

Gladly, none has ever been blessed by such sinful sights, because only the two of you are just carving your way to hell like this.

You traverse down the hallways, a little nervous as thoughts run in your mind on what your professor has in store for you.

Long gone are those thoughts because she’s swift with you, in the distance with the door open, a professionally-looking Haseul luring you in.

She gestures you in and as soon as you do, she reaches out and closes the door behind it, locking the both of you in alone.

“A little late but it’s fine.” Haseul iterates, a little condescending as she prompts her tiny figure over you, pinning you against the marbled wall. “We don’t have much time.”

“Care to say why do you want to do this, ma’am Ha—”

“Mommy.” Haseul cups your growing bulge against the fabric of your pants, smiling on how it’s hastily getting into shape as she announces what you should call her for the time being. “Call me ‘mommy’ whenever we fuck from now on, understand?”

You gulp, that registers, and you nod. “Yes, mommy.”

She ignores your question for seconds, focused on unbuckling your belt and loosening your pants, knowing that she craves for one thing and that thing only. It’s just the last defense before her dexterous fingers get in touch with your hardness, and with the print evident against the fabric making her salivated, she can’t take it anymore.

“Well, I haven’t taken lunch yet so…” She tugs your boxers and pulls it down slowly, in such a swift motion that makes you yelp immediately, slightly whiny. “Maybe this will be my meal.”

“Oh god.” Yes, you would need it but all that’s left is for you to take her hungry mouth and she’s all you will need for god knows how long.

Haseul loses her decorum and you love the series of events that unfolds right after. You’d just know how her colleagues and her students are incredibly oblivious that their composed, stern professor who values morals becomes the opposite once your cock is on sight.

It’s evident and you realize that she has a trick up her sleeve, maybe something to experiment onto in these dying minutes before her break meets its demise.

“You know what this is, hm?” You look down, grasping the situation with that familiar rubber on her hand, possibly flavored with something as it appears to be pinkish.

“A c-condom, mommy.” You gulp right after and she smirks, getting ready with your fully-hard erection to be encapsulated with such protection. “May I ask why we’re using this?”

The formalities are still there, straightforward because at the end of the day, she’s still your professor but you can’t help but moan against such the enchanting touch of her fingers. She elicits that small laugh, then returns to such smugness when she sheds light onto such new things with you. 

“To get a little delectable taste here—I mean, your cock already tastes great but, you don’t mind a little fruity flavor, don’t you?” You nod, looking down, and that’s the only thing you can say before she encases your entire length with the pink rubber.

She dives in but it isn’t what you expect.

Her hands are meticulous on every inch, lathering every inch with her spit quickly before pulling out and having her eyes locked onto yours. “Don’t hold back or anything—if you’re going to cum, then cum, understood?”

You nod frantically, looking up and furrowing your eyebrows as she flicks her tongue over your rubber-sheathed head, making you writhe and making you weak. Her wrist maintains that familiar pace of her strokes, her other hand isn’t idle as it skates around the vicinity of your shaft, finding the sack.

“Thank god their condom flavors are great—it feels like I’m just eating some strawberry shortcake with your dick.” She continues her bobs right after, taking you more than halfway then withdrawing with the warmness of her mouth invading your entire tip.

The velocity of her head, a mere blonde blur down below, is constantly improving, determining how hungry Haseul has been but it looks like she has other plans. 

“Enjoying my blowjob, dear?” Haseul asks you, yearning for an immediate answer you can’t seem to articulate with the pleasure she’s giving you.

It registers but you’re stammering, and your vulnerable state is fuel for her to tease you even more. 

“Gotta help me out, dear. Answer me.” You gulp, inevitably moaning when cups your balls with a gentle squeeze following right after.

“M-more than a-anything, mommy.”

“Good.” She resumes her antics, bobbing her head frantically before withdrawing with drool on her chin, and utter mess as she voices her frustrating actions. “I know you wanted this but I can’t just suck your dick all throughout—I’ll just jerk you off instead until you bust.”

“Until I—b-bust?”

“Yes.” She looks up, maintaining that composure even with you in the higher ground, showing you who’s in authority. “I didn’t stutter—cum over this condom if you can’t hold it anymore, alright?”

“Yes, mommy.”

So she does what she’s best at, and she’s a natural and totally a professional in giving such mind-boggling handjobs. With such lubrication due to her drool, she’s frantic with the way she musters a velocity unmatched, her hands massaging and squeezing your entire, sheathed length that begs for that sweet release.

The both of you need to be in that state, and mostly, you’re just taking every resonating thrust her hands does over you.

“Hear you moaning too much, does that imply something, dear?” Haseul’s demeanor never changes, still masked with that hubristic smile of hers as she continues her masterclass around your throbbing cock.

Again, all you can do is moan, hands skating around the marble wall where your body rests and she loves seeing you like this.

Then, she grows impatient.

“How stubborn are we gonna get, hm?”

“Sorry, mommy—I a-am—uhm, getting c-close…” Ah, of course you are and she’s aiding you with that.

“Good boy.” Even with Haseul’s small frame, it’s commendable how she towers over you with her authority, given the perks but it’s somehow stupendous.

Haseul raises her head up a little, leaning down for a kiss so she can feel your moans vibrating on her mouth. You reciprocate pretty easily, hungry for such torrid kisses from her as the both of you demand more, hand skating on your bodies as she continues to stroke you into your own orgasm.

“God, you always kiss me so fucking good.” She wipes the drool on her chin, smiles at you as she inches you closer towards the edge. “How close are you, dear?”

Too close, you say, faintly, and exactly knows what to do.

But then, she’s professor Cho Haseul, and she can do whatever the fuck she wants.