star student! ft professor!nanami x naive!reader (nsfw + dubcon)
from the first day of class he locked his eyes on your figure. that shy and innocent aura just radiated off of you. nanami smiled, he’d found his one.
a few months later, you’re now comfortable with your classes and schedule. sure, you were still shy but you could still manage talking to your professors calmly.
he’s always asking you to stay after class just to praise your work or even your outfit.
“your essay was worded beautifully, baby.”
“i love the visuals on your presentation, honey.”
“that skirt just looks adorable on you, sweetheart.”
and you would just shyly nod and thank him every time, stumbling over your words.
the feeling was weird honestly, especially when you’d get that inexplicable burn in your stomach at his words, or his touch.
he’d rub your shoulders when he’d praise you, a soft smile on his face with hooded eyes. his hands would be on your lower back when guiding you to his desk in the front after everyone leaves.
nanami’s a very handsome man, you can’t deny that. sometimes you’ll hear girls on campus rave about his looks.
you also can’t deny that a innocent little crush developed from his actions towards you.
one class day, you after a bit per usual with the professor, letting him guide you per usual. but he’s steering you away from his desk in the front and going to the door in the corner of the lecture hall.
“professor, where are we going…?” you quip quietly, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“my office, dear. i have a small surprise for you.”
“for me…?” you mumbled to yourself with shock, “um, okay!” you smiled to yourself at that prospect, a bit of anticipation building in your stomach.
you both entered inside and nanami pulled down the blinds to the door and locked it shut. you thought it was odd but didn’t think anything of it. whatever he was planning, you were sure it was something good.
you took in your surroundings. it was a small basic rectangular office. a wooden desk sat at the end of the room to your right with a lamp and neatly placed folders. bookshelves covered the room with some of the shelves having little trinkets and knickknacks. to your right, there was a window and body length mirror facing his desk. behind his desk sat a basic old office chair that he led you to and sat you down by the shoulders.
the professor stood behind the chair—behind you—and started to speak, his voice noticeably deepening a semitone.
“baby, you’ve been doing so great in my class. you’re the top student you know? out of all of my classes.”
“i am?” you smiled nervously, looking down.
nanami slowly spun the chair to face you, eyes locked on yours. a warm, thick hand of his makes its way to your left cheek as he kneels in front of you. his arm reaches out to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek as he continues.
“of course you are. you work so hard, honey. not to mention, you’re so kind-hearted, and pure…” he slows down as his eyes trail your body head to toe.
your head lifts up again at his drawl, increasingly getting more shy at his intense gaze that you look down again.
“oh no no no…” he tuts, “look at me baby.”
you swallowed, as his hand crept to your nape and playing with the hair there. you look in his eyes after a few seconds and nearly moan just from him looking at you.
“good. good girl. i brought you here because i think you deserve a reward for being my star student, don’t you think so too?”
you nodded jerkily, that burn in your stomach coiling once more.
nanami stands up and turns the chair to face the desk once more, his hands starting to knead your shoulders.
“a good massage sounds nice, doesn’t it darling?” he murmurs softly, like this was a secret meant to be shared.
a soft whimper escapes your throat before you can stop it, covering your mouth quickly. your embarrassment was met with nanami’s soft chuckle, one of his hands pulling yours away from your face by the wrist gently.
“it’s okay dear, don’t be shy to make noise.”
you nodded hesitantly, but after a few minutes of nanami working at your knots, you started to slump in the chair and let out little whines and moans of pleasure.
“there we go…just relax for me…” he praised, your thighs clenching at his honey-ridden words. he notices but doesn’t say anything. yet.
his hands are starting to stray from your shoulder, moving towards your chest causally.
“shh…it’s okay my love. just take it. don’t you want to make your professor happy?”
“don’t argue with me honey, this is your reward, remember..?” nanami whispered, his words so sugary, that it felt wrong to stop him. so you didn’t.
he paused for a few seconds, waiting to her anymore protest but when he didn’t, his right hand slipped down your shirt with a practiced ease.
“no more talking back from you anymore, okay? i’m just trying to reward you sweetheart, you deserve it…” he sweet-talked in your ear as his hand found its way under your bra, earning a gasp from your lips.
“shouldn’t you be a good girl and speak when spoken to?”
you nodded, but nanami’s left hand slithered up your neck to tilt your head up to look at him.
“now that’s a good girl.” he smiled, as sweet as always but now the look in his eyes was different. it was something you just couldn’t name.
he let your head fall back to its previous position, now both of his hands groping your tits.
“take these off for me baby, i want to see your gorgeous body. and remember what i said.”
your protests died on the tip of your tongue, gulping before stripping off the navy blue, polka-dotted, baby doll top. you placed the top on his desk, rubbing your arms nervously as you felt exposed already. seeing this, nanami sighed.
in one fluid motion, he spun the chair and picked you up. he placed you on the desk, the cold wood running a shiver through your body from the already tense atmosphere.
he spread your legs on the desk, standing between them and looking at your chest from the new view.
“so pretty..let me take this off for you honey…” nanami murmured, already taking out the clasp to slip off the article.
your hands instinctively covered your chest, feeling embarrassed at how exposed you were. you weren’t used to this, especially when it was an older attractive man like nanami. however, his hands moved yours out the way to keep squeezing and playing with your tits like they were his own personal stress balls.
“you look breathtaking like this, darling...bet no one’s ever done this to you, is that right baby?”
“mhm…” you nodded, another whine spilling from your lips as he pinched and rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger. his frame leaned down and his mouth moved to your neglected nipple, suckling and laving at it to draw more moans from your pretty mouth.
your back arched into his touch, shivering at the stimulation. he alternated with suction and tongue with each peak, making you whimper that’s like music to ears. but then he slows down and lets your nipple go with a wet pop. his tongue finds your sternum and sucks hard to leave a purple mark, before trailing his tongue down your body right to your skirt’s waistband.
he lifts you up like a ragdoll with one arm around your upper back and uses the other hand to slip off your skirt and panties.
“you wouldn’t mind if I keep these, right?” he grinned, dangling the simple white cotton panties from his right index.
you shook your head, too hot and bothered to speak or even look up until his left index lifted your chin up to have your gaze on his.
“remember to use your words.” he reminded gently, but yet so domineering.
“I wouldn’t mind professor…” you mumbled shyly.
you were right where you wanted to be.
sorry for the edge I don’t feel like finishing this lol maybe I will if people gaf
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