You squint at the clock hanging on your wall, attempting to read the numbers the short hand and long hand pointed at, in the dark.
"In the time that you spent trying to read that thing, we could've already been done." Fang uttered one of the longest sentences you've ever heard him say. He impatiently palmed his dick through his pants, and lazily groaned.
"I guess I'll just check the time on my phone then." You rummage through your drawers, feeling guilty that you might give your husband the worst case of blue balls after he treated you so well with his tongue.
Somehow in the span of thirty seconds, Fang (seemingly) silently teleported behind where you stood. You then heard the sound of someone unzipping their pants and slipping off their boxers.
"What are you doing?" You asked, clearly confused.
"Saving you time." Fang vaguely stated before shushing you. With his index finger pressed against your lips, you felt his naked erection begin to dry hump your skirt-covered ass. The search for your phone was now way over as Fang started to pant, you couldn't care less about what time it was, your only worry was to be less indebted to your husband and satisfy him.
Knowing that you had much more to offer, you lightly press a hand against the toned, washboard, six pack abs on his stomach and turn around to face him.
"The fine arts department can wait." You say, shocking your husband. Also shocking yourself in the process for not recycling the same tempermental, high strung tendencies you usually had when it came to work. (Woo how! Who knew you'd get character developement from a smut fic?) "I'm just going to have to suck it up when my instructors, professors, and teachers won't accept my late work."
Saying that out loud, you were sort of second guessing yourself (after all, completing your academics first has always been drilled into your head. So far, in fact, that It was pretty much another aspect of your life that was pratically embedded into your personality), but also too horny to really give a shit.
You dropped down, making sure to get a good look at his long, hardened cock before sucking him off. The tip of his head was tinted a pinkish-red, starkly contrasting to the rest of length (which had been pale white.) Like his hands, his private area was veiny but each individual one pulsed as well.
Over all, he was cleanly shaven to an impressive degree. You gawked at the fact that there wasn't even a single patch of hair sprouted on his testicles.
Starting off the blow job, you leave a couple of kisses around the head while stroking all eight inches of his shaft. You look up at his face, curious to see what changes replaced the unreadable poker face he usually displayed (if at all.) His eyes were now half-lidded instead of boring into your soul, and his mouth made an 'o shape' instead of the regular straight line.
Your hands begin playing with his balls, giving you some time to think of what to do next. You then have an AHA! lightbulb moment, coming up with a pattern (because you're a nerdy dork) where you go as far down as your gag reflex will let you without choking (he is quite long after all) and come back up to leave kisses on the sides of his penis.
This plan ends up working as he needily rocked and rolled his hips in your direction. But you notice one problem, his "I'm too prideful to moan" attitude resulted in him gritting his teeth. Therefore, forcing all of his sexy noises way back to the wee part in his throat.
You pull off with a loud pop and Fang flickered a hot and bothered look at you. And you innocently bat your eyelashes in return.
"Is something wrong?" He asked with knitted together, furrowed eyebrows. You don't answer this question but instead pull him down so that your eye levels matched.
"Wait and see." You whispered seductively, pushing him backwards on the floor (with some assitance from him, of course, since he's a lot heavier than you.) You hover over his stomach, holding his dick down in order to prepare for what was next to come. In one well timed motion, you exchanged your hand with the arch of your vagina and begin rubbing against his member.
The friction caused him to grunt, evidence that your change of tactics and strategies were suffiecient in curing his sexual frustration.
"Don't hold back! Moan as loud as you can!" You demand and his eyes widened, overwhelmed with your new air of dominance.
"I wanna to be inside you so bad." He semi-begged. It wasn't necessarily moaning. But you graciously decided to accept dirty talk too.
His fingers latched onto your love handles, pulling your torso down to his. You felt his lips suck on one of your nipples while pinching the other one and whimpered. Prompting you to switch to another position due to the fact that you didn't want to be the only one that came tonight. It's still Fang's turn to be fucked.
You crawled back down to his penis, and slid his fertility (babymaking) parts in between your boobs. He watched, lying down as you gave him a variation of a hand job but with your tits.
"FUCK, I'm sooo close!" Fang yelled, the loudest you've ever heard him speak. Let alone scream.
You then let him pump himself in and out of your tits without regulation and white liquid shot out. Pressumably his jizz. The creamy white ribbons glazed over your breasts in a way that reminded you of toaster strudels, but not as neat. Of course, some of the semen sprayed onto your face. So, you licked some of the unborn kids off of the corner of your lips.
"Wow, you really outdid yourself this time." Fang sat up, wipping off the crud on your face with a hankerchief he kept in the pocket stitched onto his black polo shirt. He also guided your hands to the other places that needed cleaning up as well.
"Damn right I did! The sex better be worth it, since I'm risking an A grade." You cackle, hoping that your teacher takes pity on you tomorrow and only lowers your grade down to a C. That way, it won't be as hard to bring back up (while nearing the end of the semester) and it's average (meaning no failing grades on your report card.)
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Fang looked at you in awe.
"A magician never reveals her secrets." You winked at him. "But because I love you, just know that all of my tips are self taught."
He then realizes what you were referring to (watching online internet porn, if you didn't already get the joke) and lightheartedly laughs.