The morning after the date came quicker than you had hoped, and the realization that you had went on a date with your professor, and wanted to fuck him, hit you like a tonne of bricks.
You lay back against your bed, one hand flopped over your eyes and the other stretched up, grazing the wall. You stayed in that position, remembering the date last night with Professor Sexy. Your mouth started to get dry and you felt a shiver of anticipation and lust run down your spine, wettening your pussy and making your clit hard.
"Fuck me." You pulled your hand down your face, slowly trailing down your neck, stopping at your breasts.
Your hand skimmed your nipples, barely brushing over the hardening nubs, but it was enough to make you moan. You were so turned on, so horny, that touching yourself while thinking of Thorin was the least you could do.
"More.." Your hands grabbed your nipples, your thumb and index fingers pinching and pulling. You imagined it was thorins hands on your breasts; Thorin's fingers touching your nipples.
"Fuck yes." One hand left your nipples and trailed down your soft stomach, sending shivers up and down your spine.
Slowly, your hand found its destination; the apex between your thighs.
"Thorin..." Your hand opened your pussy lips and your thumb rested against your hardened clit.
"This is why I need. What I want." You continued to picture Thorin's hands all over you, his hands were your hands. And it didn't stop there.
You pictured him, his mouth and voice, his blue eyes watching you, focusing on you. You pictured his smirk as you started to come undone. You pictured the almost cocky grin he would get as you cried out his name.
"Y/N..." A scream left your lips as the door opened, revealing your scandalous positions to your best friend, Bilbo, and his mate, and professor, Bofur.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" You grabbed your nearest blanket and yanked it over your body, feeling embarrassed and flushed.
"Bilbo! They invented knocking for a reason! For fuck sakes! I was in the middle of something..." Mid sentence, you were cut off by Bofur.
He had a lop-sided grin on his face, and his eyes were crinkled slightly. He was amused and was clearly enjoying your embarrassment.
"I'm sorry! I wanted to see how your date went." You fell back against your bed and huffed loudly.
"Knocking. Dear god, knock!" You couldn't get entirely too upset at Bilbo. You had done the same thing to him after his first or second date. And it was much more awkward walking in on him and Bofur.
"You didn't knock the first time you walked in on us." That's right. You didn't. And you didn't need to see your best friend and the happy-go-lucky, always laughing, professor fucking.
Alithiugh you did have to admit you found it pleasing. You were turned on by the scene of Bofur and Bilbo fucking.
Bilbo underneath Bofur as his cock was entering his asshole, Bilbo screaming his name and submitting completely.
"God, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to." you sighed and waited a moment and then slowly sat up.
"Let's grab coffee okay? Just let me get dressed."
Thorin sat back in his desk chair and closed his eyes. He had his hand on his cock, and the other was massaging the bridge of his nose.
"You little tease..." He was picturing you, as he always did when he needed release.
But this time he was picturing you sitting in the front row of his class. He was picturing you wearing a tight little mini skirt, one that clung to your ass and showed off your creamy legs. Matching the skirt, was a tiny, little white shirt, tight across your heaving breasts and nipples.
You sat in the front row with your legs crossed. You leaned back in your own chair and licked your pretty little lips.
"You fucking tease." Thorin pictured you walking up to his desk and turning, letting him see the skirt barely covering your ass cheeks.
"Bend over." As he pictured you following his demands, his started pumping his cock, his hands squeezing tightly.
"Your my little slut." He would make you come over to his desk and he would bend you over his knee.
He could see it now, your quivering, soaking little pussy make your thighs wet. Your body craving his touch; craving his cock thrusting into all of your holes.
"You like teasing me?" He would smooth his hand over your ass before lifting it and smacking the supple globe, demanding a moan and a whimper from you.
"You like dressing like a bad little girl?" Again, his hands clenched his hard cock, picturing the scene in his head.
"Yes, sir." Fuck. He smacked your ass again, loving the way she submitted to you.
"I'm going to take you over this desk. I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand. And then when you're weak and tired, I'll do it again." With a groan, he picked up the pace of his hand, picturing the erotic and sexy scene.
"Yes sir! Fuck me!" He lifted you and placed you on the desk, your back pressing against the solid wood while his hand ripped your shirt.
"You like dressing like a little whore for me?" The scene was proving to be too much for him, because before he could picture your answer, he let out a sharp and loud groan, and released into his hand.
"Fuck..." He tugged on his cock a few more times, lighter than before, making sure he got all his cum out. And then, he reached over on his desk and grabbed a handful of tissues, starting the process of cleaning up.
"Dirty little girl."
You were halfway dressed when you stopped and stood rigid. You felt a flash of heat rushing down your spine, stopping at your pussy. The heat was warm and sharp, and then you felt it. You gripped the walls, threw your head back and moaned. Loudly.
"Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck yes!" Your hands gripped the wall and well as your could as you rode out your orgasm.
"Oh god! That's so..." Another Loud moan left your mouth as your ogasmed, your pussy juices rushing down your thighs. You had no idea what the hell was going on, but it was amazing and you didn't want it to stop.
"Thorin!" You moaned his name as another wave hit you, this one less than the one before, but just as good.
"Y/N? You okay?" You could hear Bilbo's voice cutting through the hazy fog of your sudden and intense orgasm. It made you snap out of your high and you shook your head once.
"I-I'm f-fine." You quickly warmed a wash cloth and cleaned up and then got dressed, like you had originally planned.
"You sure?" Yes you were sure. You were a little freaked out by the sudden orgasm, but you were fine.
"Be right out!" You tugged your jeans and your shirt on and left the bathroom, puzzled and satisfied by your body's sudden orgasm.
"I need coffee." You knew you would have to ask someone about what happened, but not before you at least had 2 cups of coffee in you.
New chapter! Sorry to it being so short! It was written at 2am, while being exhausted but unable to sleep. Enjoy!
