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Modern history class.
His favorite.
Not that Maekar was particularly into history, no, not really. To be honest, he was practically failing the subject. Which was actually pretty ridiculous when he thought about it, because all it really took to pass was reading the notes and a few books.
It wasn’t like quadratic equations, which he had fought with for dear life back in high school. This was just history. Memorize a few dates, several places, a couple of names, and that was it.
So even though it wasn’t one of his favorite subjects, there was really no reason why he should be getting nothing but E’s in it. He wasn’t the worst in their class, but his grades would improve a lot if he could turn those E’s into A’s.
Which would be a bit of a problem considering he didn’t have a single note from class.
Maybe it would help if he actually listened to the teacher during lectures?
Yeah, that wasn’t happening. The only thing he heard in his head whenever he looked at their history teacher was: I need to fuck him, I need to fuck him, I need to fuck him.
He absolutely couldn’t focus on anything else. The man pulled all his attention toward him, and before Maekar managed to pull himself back together, the class was over and his document for writing notes was completely blank.
Those two-colored eyes hypnotized him. The slightly graying hair only made the professor even sexier. And that deep voice... sometimes Maekar just closed his eyes and imagined Professor Targaryen standing right behind him, whispering into his ear.
And the scent that always seemed to linger around him. Maekar would rather not even talk about it. Just being near him made his knees weak.
There was, however, one little catch.
Baelor Targaryen was probably about twice Maekar’s age. He was also the father of the guy who had been courting Maekar for almost half a year now. And Maekar also had the feeling that the professor didn’t like him.
Alright… maybe there was more than just one complication.
The first one he wouldn’t really count as a problem. In fact, it might even be an advantage, at least for him, because he preferred older men. More experienced ones, the kind who could take care of him.
The second one was a bit of a problem. Valarr was an amazing guy. Attentive and very kind. He could always help Maekar, and he often lent him his notes so he at least had something to study from before exams. He was the perfect guy. A perfect alpha.
But how was Maekar supposed to explain to him that he was kind of in love with his father?
How could he explain that after Valarr had been courting him for so long, convinced that Maekar could return his feelings?
The third problem was the real fucking issue.
It seemed that the professor really didn’t like him.
Every time Valarr sat next to Maekar in class, the professor looked at them with a frown. Maekar had also been to their house a few times. He had tried to be polite, but it had been pointless. The professor had just looked him up and down once and disappeared into his study. Maekar never saw him again during any other visit.
Did he think Maekar wasn’t good enough for his son? How many times had he tried to talk Valarr out of courting him?
Actually, he was kind of right. Maekar wouldn’t be a good mate for his son.
Christ… every time Maekar visited, he was probably trying to seduce his father. He constantly imagined his sexy professor instead of Valarr.
They looked so much alike.
“That will be all for today.”
Maekar blinked quickly and looked around. Everyone was already packing up. Had he not paid attention for the whole class again?
Valarr nudged him lightly to make him pack his things as well.
Maekar shook his head a little to wake himself up properly. He closed his laptop, no notes again, of course, and shoved it into his backpack.
“Do you want to come over tonight?” Valarr asked as they walked down the steps side by side.
The exit from the classroom was behind the teacher’s desk, which meant they had to pass right by the professor’s table. Maekar always discreetly inhaled his scent when he walked past.
It reminded him of summer evenings when his family used to grill outside and they’d sit in the garden until nightfall playing games.
Fire. Burned charcoal.
“What? Oh, sure.” Normally he would have been more enthusiastic, but he had gotten used to the fact that Valarr’s father was never home when he was there. Or maybe he was, but he preferred not to come out of his study.
“I’ll pick you up after school then. You only have two classes left, right?” Valarr sounded much more excited than Maekar did.
Maekar absentmindedly nodded. He could already faintly smell that pleasant scent.
“Maekar.” Goosebumps ran over his body.
He turned toward the voice of his professor. The man stood behind his desk, his mismatched eyes fixed directly on him, as if drilling into him with his gaze.
Maekar shifted uncomfortably. Valarr chuckled beside him.
“Looks like daddy wants to talk to you.”
Yeah, daddy. Soon he’d probably be calling him that too.
Maekar didn’t even say goodbye to Valarr. He let him go to his next class, whatever it was, while he walked toward his father.
The professor watched Valarr’s retreating back before turning his strict gaze back to Maekar. He swallowed. He had no idea why the man wanted to talk to him, but he would probably find out soon enough.
Maybe he was going to offer him money to leave his son alone.
Maekar wouldn’t lie, that kind of money would be useful. But he wasn’t about to miss the chance to become part of this family. Even if Valarr wasn’t exactly the one who awakened all those sinful thoughts in him… he still looked a lot like his father.
Maekar cleared his throat softly.
“Yes, professor,” he managed to choke out. The throat clearing didn’t help much. There was still a lump in there.
“You wanted to speak with me?”
“I wanted to talk to you about your grades.” Oh, so that was what this was about.
Maekar felt slightly relieved.
“The end of the semester is approaching, and you are one of the few students who are struggling in this subject,” the professor continued. With every word he said, Maekar’s mood got worse.
He didn’t need to tell him something he already knew.
“Not to mention that you haven’t submitted the mandatory essay.” The professor fixed his eyes on him. Maekar started to panic a little because he didn’t know which of his eyes he was supposed to look at first.
Eventually he lowered his head. “I’m sorry,” he said, trying to sound as apologetic as possible. “I promise I’ll turn in the essay. There’s just a lot going on for me right now.” Lying had always been one of his strong suits.
Professor Targaryen, however, didn’t look like he believed him.
He just sighed in the end and gathered the papers scattered across his desk.
“That essay was due two weeks ago.” That caught Maekar off guard because he had absolutely no idea.
In fact, he didn’t even know he had to write an essay to pass this course. He had thought the final test would be enough.
“Is there any way I could submit it late?” he asked. Not that he particularly wanted to write it, but he really needed to pass this subject. It was mandatory for his major, and his father would kill him if he found out he was struggling this much with history.
“Please, professor. I really need to pass.” He looked at him expectantly.
The professor thought for a moment.
“Come with me to my office. We’ll discuss it there.”
Maekar didn’t see any reason why he couldn’t just tell him here in the classroom, but at the same time he wasn’t going to miss the chance to be alone with him in his office.
The walk there was long and a little awkward. Neither of them said anything. Maekar walked behind him like a shadow, his head lowered. To others it might have looked like embarrassment. But deep inside he felt only joy. Joy that he could finally be alone with the professor for a moment.
Even if they were most likely only going to talk about his studies.
Professor Targaryen opened the door and let him enter first.
His scent immediately hit him. He didn’t share the office with anyone else, so the entire room was deeply soaked with his personal smell.
Maekar discreetly inhaled it several times. It wasn’t as intimate as at their house, but it came close.
The professor told him to sit on the chair in front of his desk while he leaned against its edge.
Maekar swallowed nervously. The man was so close he could almost feel the heat of his body. The scent made his head spin.
“So,” he began, crossing his arms over his chest. The movement made his biceps flex slightly.
Maekar had to fight the urge not to drool.
“What are we going to do with you?” Maekar had a few ideas.
“Professor,” Maekar blurted quickly. He was afraid that if he stayed silent too long, he would say something stupid. “I really need to pass this subject.” His voice trembled slightly with nerves.
The professor tilted his head to the side but said nothing.
If he kept looking this sexy for another second, Maekar was going to drop to his knees and start begging in a completely different way.
“I’ll write the essay by next week, I promise. And I can do another project too, if it’s necessary to improve my grade.” Of course he didn’t want to do any of that, but it seemed like he didn’t have much choice.
The professor studied him for a moment, as if trying to determine whether he was lying.
Eventually he nodded slightly. Maekar felt a little relieved.
“Why don’t you ask Valarr for help?” At the mention of his son, and possibly Maekar’s future mate, Maekar blushed.
“He has good grades. He could tutor you.” Of course he could. In fact, Maekar was sure Valarr would love to.
But every time someone even mentioned history, Maekar’s brain immediately drifted to Professor Targaryen. And he definitely didn’t want to explain to Valarr what he was thinking about when he inevitably stopped paying attention even during tutoring.
“I don’t want to burden him,” Maekar said. “He has enough things to deal with.” That lie seemed the most appropriate. It wasn’t entirely untrue either, Valarr really did have a lot of responsibilities at the end of the semester.
The professor nodded slowly.
“Then I can tutor you,” he said. “Twice a week. I’ll make time for you.” Maekar’s blood ran cold.
Oh no.
He laughed nervously, though it sounded more like choking. “That won’t be necessary,” he said quickly, shaking his head.
“I’ll go through my notes carefully and really get it into my head, there’s no need-”
“What notes?” The professor interrupted him, raising one eyebrow.
What was his problem?
“Um, well… mine,” Maekar answered uncertainly.
“I haven’t noticed you taking any notes during my lectures.”
Maekar’s cheeks turned even redder.
He knows.
He knows that during his classes Maekar just sits there imagining him bending him over the desk and-
“N-no,” Maekar stammered. “Well I-”
“You think I don’t see how you stare at me the entire time?” Maekar felt terribly guilty.
He’s definitely going to tell Valarr.
Suddenly he felt hot. His face burned with shame.
He needed to get out of here as fast as possible and never return to this school again.
So what if he didn’t get a university degree? He could probably find a job without one.
“I-” he began, standing up from the chair. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
He grabbed his backpack and planned to run out of there. He had never been a runner, but right now he would rather run for three hours straight than stay here one second longer.
“Maekar.” The professor’s voice was rough.
Maekar didn’t answer.
He was almost at the door. Just one more step and he could escape this hell.
“Maekar. Come back and sit down.” His entire body froze.
He didn’t want to obey him, but it felt as if the man had cast some kind of spell on him that forced him to do exactly what he wanted.
Had he just used his alpha voice on him?
Maekar walked back to the chair and unwillingly sat down again.
The professor watched him for a moment. Maekar felt uneasy under his gaze.
“What if we tried a different approach?” the professor said finally. “I won’t keep tormenting you, and you’ll promise not to lie to me.” Maekar had no idea what he was talking about, but he was curious where this was going, so he simply nodded.
“Use your words.” Fuck.
“Yes, professor.”
Maekar noticed the slight smile that appeared on the man’s face.
The professor studied him silently for another moment.
“On your knees.”
When Maekar didn’t respond to his words for a long time, the professor clicked his tongue in irritation. Only then did Maekar slide off the chair and drop to his knees right in front of him.
One of the professor’s hands slipped into Maekar’s hair. He grabbed a handful in his fist and jerked Maekar’s head back. A quiet moan slipped from Maekar’s lips. With his other hand he gripped Maekar’s chin.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” he ordered, prying Maekar’s mouth open with his thumb. He didn’t even have to do that. Maekar would have done it without his help.
The next moment the professor’s spit landed on his tongue.
This time Maekar couldn’t hold back and moaned louder, his eyelids falling half-shut on their own.
He could feel himself getting wet. It must have shown in his scent too, because the professor smiled smugly.
“You little whore,” the professor said mockingly and spat on him again, this time it landed on his cheek. Maekar’s head spun.
He could feel his panties were completely soaked.
He wanted more. He needed more.
“Professor,” Maekar whimpered.
In response the professor growled quietly and tightened his grip in Maekar’s hair.
With his other hand he began unbuttoning his pants.
Maekar watched in amazement as the man wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it a few times. He was hypnotized, drool slipping from the corners of his mouth, yet he made no effort to wipe it away. He kept his hands folded in his lap and waited for further instructions.
Maekar rubbed his legs together slightly, trying to relieve at least some of the tension building in his lower abdomen.
“Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth wide.” Maekar did exactly what he was told.
As soon as the professor slid the tip of his cock into his mouth, Maekar sighed with pleasure. He didn’t wait and immediately began to tease it with his tongue.
He heard the professor sigh quietly above him, which only urged him on.
Maekar licked the entire length of him, from base to tip, in one slow stroke. Then he returned to the tip, circled it a few times, and the next moment he had taken the whole cock into his mouth.
He tried to swallow the whole length at once, but he had no chance.
He moved his head up and down, slowly at first, and once he got used to it he sped up.
A few times he even choked.
Maekar didn’t know how long he spent on his knees like that.
The professor occasionally guided his movements with a firm grip in his hair. He let Maekar set his own pace, only sometimes holding his head so the tip of Maekar’s nose brushed his stomach.
Tears streamed down Maekar’s cheeks, drool dripped from his chin onto his shirt, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered now was making his professor feel good.
“That’s it, good boy,” the professor whispered. “You’re such a good boy, Maekar.” His words made Maekar moan around his cock.
In a past life Maekar must have done something truly remarkable for God to reward him like this now.
He felt like he was in heaven.
He could do this forever. Quietly sit between his professor’s legs during class and cockwarm him the entire time. He could do it whenever the professor sat in his office grading their papers. Sit under his desk and let the man’s big cock fill his mouth.
Maekar wanted to bring him to the edge. He wanted him to come in his mouth so he could swallow obediently.
But the professor apparently had other plans.
“That’s enough, sweetheart.”
Reluctantly Maekar pulled away. On the way he lingered for a moment at the tip and sucked it hard before letting go.
The professor hissed aloud.
For a moment he watched Maekar with tenderness in his eyes. But it vanished immediately, as if it had never been there.
He roughly hauled Maekar to his feet. Maekar’s legs were stiff and his knees ached from kneeling.
The professor was a head taller than him, so he had to lean down to whisper in Maekar’s ear. “Now I’ll fuck you like the little whore you are.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Maekar probably wouldn’t have been able to give him a coherent one anyway.
The professor bent him over his desk and pressed one hand between his shoulder blades to keep him down. The cold surface of the desk cooled Maekar’s burning cheek.
He yanked both his pants and panties down at once. They were completely soaked. Normally Maekar might have been embarrassed, but right now the thought didn’t even cross his mind.
He just wanted the professor not to stop touching him.
The man’s large hands wrapped around Maekar’s thighs and before he could react, the professor knelt behind him and ran his wet tongue along his cunt.
Maekar opened his mouth in a silent cry and felt for the edge of the desk with his fingers so he could hold on.
But the professor didn’t stop, moving his tongue back and forth, gently sucking, even slipping it inside a few times.
It was driving Maekar insane.
His legs trembled. He gripped the desk tightly and tried not to moan so loudly that someone would hear him.
“You taste so good, baby. I could spend the rest of my life between your legs.” His voice so close to Maekar’s center made goosebumps spread across his skin.
“Please,” Maekar begged, needing more. He wanted to feel him inside him. “P-please, I want you inside,” he whispered as a tear slid down his cheek.
The professor chuckled. “Impatient boy.”
The next moment Maekar felt the man’s teeth on the back of his thigh. He yelped and jerked forward.
The professor’s large hands settled on his hips while he sucked the skin on Maekar’s thighs, leaving his marks there. Deep down, it thrilled Maekar immensely that he would carry those marks on his body and no one else would have any idea.
It would be their little secret.
When the professor finally stood back up, Maekar could feel him looking him over. He probably should have felt embarrassed, but at that moment he didn’t really process what was actually happening.
Before he could start complaining that the professor should finally do something, he felt the tip of his cock press against his entrance.
Maekar held his breath.
Only then did it occur to him whether the professor’s cock would even fit inside him. Sure, he had slept with a few other omegas before, but never with an alpha.
Before he could get a single word out, the professor slowly began pushing into him. Maekar gripped the edge of the desk tightly and closed his eyes.
“Oh, fuck,” the professor muttered, holding his hips in a crushing grip.
Maekar would probably have small bruises there tomorrow. The thought pleased him.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” Maekar whimpered softly at the nickname.
The professor let him catch his breath for a moment, but even that didn’t prepare him for how it would feel once the man started thrusting into him.
At first he moved his hips slowly, trying to be gentle. But it wasn’t enough for Maekar.
He wanted more.
With every thrust he whimpered loudly and pushed his hips back to meet him.
“Such a pretty omega.” Maekar wanted to be his omega. Only his.
“Has Valarr ever been inside you?” The question came out of nowhere. Maekar immediately shook his head. Never.
The answer must have pleased the professor, because he sped up slightly.
Maekar didn’t know what to do with himself. The desk dug into his hips with every thrust and it hurt a little, but he didn’t want the professor to stop. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to live without this feeling again.
“You’re doing so good.” The praise pleased him. That must have been obvious from the sound that slipped from his mouth, one that sounded far too much like a moan.
Maekar didn’t know how long he lay there bent over the desk. Maybe only a few minutes. Maybe hours.
The professor’s thrusts were getting deeper and faster.
“P-please,” Maekar could barely get it out. “Please, let me come.” The professor sped up even more and Maekar cried out loudly.
It must have been too loud, because in the next second the professor’s large hand covered his mouth. His chest pressed against Maekar’s back, letting him feel him even deeper. Maekar moaned into his palm and his eyes rolled back.
“Your cunt is so tiny,” the professor whispered in his ear before moving his tongue to Maekar’s neck, to his scent glands. Maekar’s body tensed.
“How are you gonna bear my pups?” He almost came right then.
“You’re gonna be so round, smell so good,” the professor continued. “And no one will even know they’re my pups.” Maekar could barely breathe.
“Each of their eyes will be different, dark hair, but guess what?” He felt dizzy.
“Everyone will think they’re Valarr’s pups, because they’ll look exactly like him.” Yes, Maekar wanted that. “Only we’ll know the truth,” the professor whispered. “Only we’ll know that your boyfriend’s dad fucked you so good he made you pregnant.”
And that was all Maekar needed.
One last deep thrust and the professor’s dirty words finally pushed him over the edge. A loud moan tore from his lips, immediately muffled by the professor’s hand. His legs shook even more and his eyes rolled back.
He thought he might have completely blanked out for a moment.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Maekar whimpered softly at that.
“In me, please, I want it in me.” He had never wanted anything more in his life.
“Come inside me,” Maekar begged as tears streamed down his face again.
The next second he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He cried out and jerked. The professor’s teeth sank in right next to his scent glands.
Maekar felt himself climax again.
Then something warm spread inside his body. He smiled contentedly and let the professor manhandle him.
He was so tired. He just wanted them to lie down together somewhere and fall asleep. But he knew that wasn’t possible.
“Are you okay, sweetling?” the professor asked when he finally pulled away and slipped out of him.
“Yeah,” Maekar sighed tiredly.
He let the professor clean him up and help him get dressed again. Then the professor dressed himself as well.
“Are you mad?”
“What? No!” Maekar blurted out quickly. He definitely wasn’t angry. Maybe just a little sad. “I don’t wanna leave,” he admitted quietly. The professor’s scent calmed him. The only comfort was that now Maekar smelled like him. It would be easy to explain to Valarr—he knew his father had wanted to talk to him, so of course the scent had rubbed off on him.
“I would love to take you home, but I think Valarr would get suspicious,” the professor said with an apologetic smile.
“But I’ll see you at my house tonight, yeah?” Maekar had almost forgotten that Valarr had invited him over. He nodded slightly and smiled softly.
“Can you manage to leave on your own?” the professor asked. Maekar nodded.
“I’ll see you tonight.” Before Maekar could walk out the door, the professor crossed the room in two quick steps, leaned down, and pressed a small kiss into the corner of his mouth.
He smiled at him one last time and gently stroked his hair.
Maekar left the office with a satisfied smile on his face and a slight limp.
Maybe he would actually manage to raise his history grade to an A after all.