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Show Me What I'm Missing (Tell Me That I'm Yours) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ college professor nanami x black student reader

[warnings]: professor x student, fem/afab!reader, mentions of toxic (not abusive) relationship, (kinda) dom!nanami, semi-subby!reader, sir used but not often, daddy is said twice in one sentence, cheating, brief light asphyxiation ~

a/n; this has been on my mind for like... three days. it was supposed to be a drabble but uh... here's 7250 words lmao. i'm currently trying to clear out my drafts and of course... this popped into my brain and got added to the pile. i'll be rolling out my other works over the next few days! i'm excited to flesh out my writing tag, finally. enjoy the mess that this is. i actually loathe having to say [y/n] so i avoid it at all costs normally but this story needed it. don't get used it though lmao. also, idc if you're not black and reader insert in this story, it was just written with a black oc in mind.

main song i listened to while writing: here ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ crossposted on ao3 here if you want to bookmark it.

Imagine college math professor Nanami getting so irritated at you for letting your grades slip in his class. He'd keep it cool, he wouldn't draw any attention to it when he reviewed exam averages during class and you pointedly shrunk in your seat. He wouldn't say anything when you avoided eye contact as you brought down your work at the end of class.

He just observed, noticing your lack of attention increasing the more your grades tanked. You were a student he'd always liked, more than most of the rest of them, so he had a duty to help you, privately. He cared about you, so what kind of professor would he be if he didn’t get you back on the right track?

Things started in the most seemingly innocuous way. One afternoon, he’d asked you — discreetly — to stay at his desk at the end of his lecture. None of your classmates bated an eye, since you’d done that plenty of times throughout your time in his course. He was the sponsor — supervisor — for the collegiate math club you were apart of, he was known to be helpful despite his seemingly stoic nature, and in his eight years as a professor at your university, there had never been so much as a whisper about him being involved with… well, anyone — but especially not with a student.

He waited until most of your classmates had filtered out of the room before he acknowledged you, rummaging through stacks of recently turned in homework to busy his hands. "So," he said, not making any effort at eye contact with you, "do you have any intention of passing my class? Your level of effort, or lack thereof lately, and obvious lack of attention during our lectures is starting to reflect in your scores."

You're taken aback, of course, not because it was unexpected or untrue, but because Professor Nanami had said it to you. He'd always been a generally relaxed guy. Dry at times, sure, but not mean. Blunt was a better word for it, but even then, he'd never directed that energy towards you. It might have been petty, childish even, but you weren't meek. He may have been your professor but you were also an adult. He didn't have to speak to you that way — in that condescending tone that he used on the rest of your classmates.

"I mean, I was planning on it. Did you have alternative plans or something?" you replied, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms in what instantly translated as a challenge.

He sighed, tidying the last section of loose papers into a clip, looking directly into your eyes from where he sat behind his desk. To say you weren't intimidated would be the second most blatant lie you've ever told. Even sitting down the older man had a very dominant presence to him. He was dressed well in a button-down with a tie (sans jacket since it was still summer and sinfully hot outside), and slacks that fit his body in the best possible way. His shirt accentuated his broad shoulders, and slim waistline, even seated. His slacks rode up just a little bit in that way where you could see the shape of his hips and his ass even when they weren't visible. His legs were strong and long and made him stand a noticeable amount taller than you.

So, the first big lie was that you didn’t find your professor attractive.

"That would've been funny if I weren't serious,” he said, not a hint of a smile on his face. “Your grades are slipping. I know this is a senior-level course and you're only a sophomore, but you can handle this. I know you can. I knew you'd excel in this class, actually, which is why I signed off on letting you take it."

You sighed, instantly remembering that you were in the running to replace his current TA, Nobara, for her position after you completed the course. He had a lot of faith in you, and you were squandering it. Your priorities were all out of wack. “I know,” you whispered, bowing your head in submission.

"So, what's going on then? Do you have too much on your plate? Do we need to have a talk about managing our schedule better? Is it something we need to talk to the disability office or mental healthcare center about?" he paused, searching your face for an answer. "How can I help you be successful?"

You melted a bit at that, dropping your arms and hooking your thumbs into the belt loops on your jeans. "I," you stuttered, "I don't really know, honestly. It's nothing that serious though. I’m just going through some personal stuff I suppose. I didn't realize it was distracting me this much."

He hummed, putting his hand on his chin to run his index finger along his prominent jawline. "Well, how about this. Come to my office hours tomorrow after my last lecture. We can at least go through your last two exams and see what you're not getting. This is the foundational stuff. You need to know it or you're not going to understand anything else for the rest of this class."

You nodded, understanding his point immediately. As good as you were at math, you knew it was as good as impossible to solve anything without the correct building blocks to put the problems together. You had to get it together. "Okay. After your last lecture?" you questioned, realizing that was well after 7:00 pm. "Should I bring wine or something for this late-night rendezvous?"

He chuckled, raising himself out of his desk chair to gather up his briefcase so he could leave when you did. Everyone else, including his TA, was long gone at that point. "Oh please," he said, rolling his eyes, "no thanks. What are you? Nineteen? Twenty? You wouldn't know what good wine is if it punched you in the face."

"Hey," you whined, "I'll have you know my uncle makes his own wine out in California so I probably know more about wine than you do actually."

"Good to know," he said, obviously very amused by you. "No wine, just bring your bag, paper, and a highlighter. If you'd rather come to my daytime office hours I'm not free until the week after next, and your next exam is in five days so nighttime office hours seem to be your best bet. However, I understand if that's uncomfortable. I can see if Nobara is free in her hours if you would prefer to see her instead."

There was something about the way his chocolate brown eyes looked at you, like he wanted you to be comfortable coming to him — late at night — desperate for help. It was subtle enough that no one else would've caught it, but you could read him just as well as Nobara presumably could. Since you saw him relatively often for club activities, you'd had plenty of moments to study the man. You slowly but surely learned how to read his face, how to decipher the tone of his voice, and you're sure he had done the same with you, though you wore your emotions more brazenly on your sleeve compared to the professor.

"No, that's okay. Thank you for making sure I'm okay with swinging by so late. It should be fine. I get out of class at 6:30, so I can come straight over to the math office building afterward."

"Okay," he said, now fully packed and ready to go, presumably to the little bakery/deli place you knew he frequented often for lunch. "I'll see you then. If I'm not there to buzz you in, the code is 001031. Might want to write it down because there won't be another professor on my floor to let you in."

"Got it," you said, having already taken out a marker to scribble the number on your skin. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Yup," he nodded, waving you off when you walked out the door in front of him.

Unbeknownst to you, he'd slid on his signature sunglasses as he exited after you, mainly so he could stare at your curves in peace as he trailed behind you down the hallway.

Until tomorrow.

"Babe, what do you mean you're studying tonight? It's a Thursday night! That's basically Friday for college kids."

"I know," you sighed down the phone, already annoyed with having to explain this again to your boyfriend, "I'm just falling behind in a class that should've been easy for me so yeah, I need to study. We can hang out tomorrow night, maybe? Aren't you off of work then?"

He groaned, actually falling back against his bed in a little fit of a temper tantrum. For a twenty- five year old you'd have thought he would be the more relaxed partner out of the two of you, but no. You’d somehow managed to find the one man in the entirety of your city that still whined like a baby when he heard the word, "no."

"I work tomorrow baby, but only until 6:00! Still, honey bun, I miss you now. Don't you miss me?" he said, his voice laced with honey.

You sighed, steadying yourself as you continued your trek to the math office building. "Babe, of course, I miss you, but I miss passing my classes even more. I can't disappoint this professor! He went out of his way to sign me up for his course even though I'm not supposed to be in it yet. I don't want him to regret doing that."

He groaned even louder. "Fine," he huffed, "but I want you in my apartment — butt naked — dinner ordered already when I come home tomorrow. We haven't seen each other all week! That's way too long. We’ve gotta make up for lost time babygirl."

You chuckled — for some reason imaging yourself naked, laid amongst a bunch of takeout pizza boxes like a nyotaimori girl. "Okay, fine. I'll come over for a little bit. You owe me a massage, and you better buy some good beers. The ones I like that taste like funky apple juice, not that Heineken bullshit."

"Can do baby," he said, making a kissing sound down the phone line. "I love you. Have fun being a nerd or whatever."

"Yeah, yeah, you knew who I was when you met me," you giggled, bidding him goodbye as you walked up to the large office building. It was only 6:47 so you had, presumably, managed to beat your professor to his office.

The ride up the elevator to his floor was swift, thankfully, due to the new upgrades made to all the STEM buildings on your campus. Even the professors managed to snag some shiny new things. Professor Nanami's office was a perfect example. The new keypad on his office door was touchpad accessed instead of the old key lock that jammed every fourth out of five tries. You were able to input the code he'd given you easily and the sound of the door unlocking rang through the still air of the empty floor.

You had definitely beaten him there, you noted, noticing instantly that the large office was vacant. You flipped on the light switch and looked around, not intentionally snooping, but you were excited to see how the man filled his space regardless.

The first thing you noticed was the large floor mirror propped against the far wall of the room, pretty rose details carved into the wood frame. You took in the sight of yourself — your hair as cute as it could be post wash-n-go, since you'd had time to thoroughly detangle and finger curl your locks that morning. You hadn't needed to rush back to campus from your partner's off-campus home, which saved you a noticeable amount of time. You'd put on a cute outfit, deciding that morning that you had to dress nicely to complement your hair. You wore a white undershirt, a checkered red and blue plaid dress, and white sneakers. You had small gold hoop earrings dangling from your earlobes, and a dainty thin gold necklace draped from your neck. Nothing fancy, but it did its job.

Turning away from the mirror, you noticed a writing desk facing the wall. Little fairy lights were hung along the top and pictures were hung along the back. You got close enough to see Nobara in various poses with her friends, one with a cute boy with pink hair along with one dark-haired boy that actually really favored your boyfriend and another one with a girl that looked to be more than just her friend — if the matching rings and the bisexual flag in the background meant anything.

Her desk space was the only corner of the room fully decorated and homey. The rest of the room was very minimalistic besides the mirror. Everything had its own place to go so nothing looked scattered or out-of-order.

You walked over to his desk, sitting down your backpack on the student desk adjacent to his large mahogany one, pulling out all your note-taking stuff because, why not? You scanned the surface of his desk as you did so, not missing the fact that his desk was vacant of any family photos. The only thing on it was a photo of him and a group of his male friends all dressed up in suits, a mini version of his diploma, and an encased medal for something hunting-related.

The slow creak of the heavy office door opening made you jump out of your skin, expected but at the same time, it wasn't. Maybe if you were paying attention you would've heard him walking down the tiled hallway.

"Oh, hi. Guess you did beat me here. I thought I saw the light on from the hallway."

"Yeah, sorry. Should I have waited on the hall bench or..."

"No, no," he shook his head. "I gave you the keycode for a reason.

You nodded, taking your seat at the student desk as your professor made his way to his desk, pulling out this and that until he was situated and organized. "So, here's your last two exams, marked up with explanations. Here's a study guide for this unit's information that Nobara made. Don't show your classmates, they won't get it until after this exam as a review sort of thing. Also, here," he said, handing you a fidget toy that clicked and spun without making noise. "If you feel antsy during class and can't focus, try this. I've had some students say it helps hone in your brain or something."

You stared blankly at the small pile of stuff on your desk. "You got all this in between your classes today?"

"Yup," he said plainly, "But, I'm not giving it to you until we have a chat." He slid the papers back onto his desk and out of the way, interlocking his fingers as he leaned against the desk. "I have to ask. What's actually been distracting you so much in class? You seem a little distracted right now, even. What gives? None of this stuff is going to help if we don't actually address the issue."

"Well," you stuttered, "it's, uh, nothing specific really." You pointedly ignored the incessant buzzing in your back pocket, already knowing it was your boyfriend asking how the tutoring was going, when you'd be done, if you missed his cock yet. Blah blah blah. He was older and lived off-campus, so he knew your phone was the only way to really keep in constant contact the way he wanted. It wasn't that bad, it was kind of sweet that he wanted you so badly all the time. But right now, it was really irritating. Your professor noticed, cocking an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer out loud.

"It's just," you hesitated, "stupid boy stuff. My boyfriend wants to be up under me 24/7 and it's just been a little hard balancing school and keeping him happy. I do still tell him I have to study and everything though so it's not always him or anything."

"Interesting," he hummed. "You do know a relationship that disrupts your life instead of adding some form of peace to it isn't a happy or healthy one, right? I'm not saying this young man is a bad person or anything, but it's not selfish to prioritize your own growth. You're young. Build yourself up before building a relationship. Just food for thought on that."

You blinked at him, starting to loop what he said on repeat in your mind.

"You don't know anything about our relationship, respectfully. You're right, he isn't a bad guy, just a little needy. There’s nothing wrong with that, and at the end of the day I'm the one deciding to spend my time with him so it's not his fault that my grades have slipped. I'll do better sir."

He scoffed, folding his arms across his broad chest as he relaxed back into his seat. "Wow, throwing away your studies for a boy who's probably never even made you cum before. I thought you were a lot smarter than that."

You couldn't hide the shock on your face at that. "Hey," you stuttered, "he hasn't, you don't — he has made me cum before, thank you very much! And, I'm not throwing away my studies for him either I'm just... trying to find a good balance. That's all."

"Sure," he hummed, raising his eyebrows in a way you knew meant 'yeah right’.' "Touching yourself while he fucks you doesn't count, by the way."

You racked your brain, pissed that no occasion had come up in your brain where your boyfriend has done all the work. You can't stand the smirk that creeps onto your professor's face when he notices the wheels in your brain are still turning.

"Wow, I was just messing with you. Has he really never made you cum before? Eaten you out until you were genuinely screaming his name, not just faking it so he'd get on with it? Really?"

You shrunk a little in your seat, burying your face in your hands as you nodded your head.

"Wow," he gasped, actually trying to hold back a chuckle. "Honey, I know his type. He may say pretty words often enough to distract you from how much you actually detest him as a person, but trust me, there's way better for you out there. Someone who wouldn't let you piss away your standing as one of the best students in this department to watch him play video games all night, and lick around your clit for so long that you have to fuck yourself while he sleeps. If you're gonna screw your grades because of some guy, at least let it be one that makes you feel good, at the bare minimum."

You couldn't help the rush of anger and embarrassment that bubbled up in your chest. He didn't know your boyfriend, he didn't know how you felt or what you wanted. "What would you know about that anyway, huh?" you asked, venom in your tone. "I don't see any engagement photos or a ring on your finger Mr. "I Think I Know You Better Than You Do." I know you don't have kids because of ‘bring your kid to work day’ last semester. So, what do you know about lasting relationships and keeping a woman happy?"

He sat up in his chair at that, his eyes even darker somehow than the beautiful brown you'd grown used to. They looked almost black. "Watch your tone or I'll have to show you exactly how I keep women around, and you couldn't handle that sweetheart. You're still fucking little boys who don't wash their hands after rummaging through cheeto bags before they finger you. I'd break you."

The threatening tone to his voice sounded so genuine, you knew he wasn't joking. The realization of that made heat start to pool in your belly. You felt your clit throb, stirring up the thrumming of anticipated pleasure in your cunt. You felt yourself becoming slick with arousal already just from his words. What he said was true and you knew it.

"That's not true,” you fibbed. “I'm a strong girl, you'd have to try pretty hard to make me break, sir."

His eyes darkened even more at the nickname, his legs spreading a little further as he was no doubt starting to feel the effects of your conversation just like you were. Still, though, he was as calm and collected as ever. His eyes were trained on you like a hawk, reading every flicker of emotion crossing your face.

"You know I can see you clenching your thighs together, right? Your pupils are huge, and your nipples are hard as a rock even though it's not cold in here. I swear I can smell how turned on you are right now. Are you wearing panties under that sexy little dress you've got on?"

You froze. You'd totally forgotten that you weren't. Your boyfriend wanted nudes after you told him you couldn't hang out tonight, so you'd gone to your economics hallway bathroom and taken some photos. You were already braless so that part was easy, but taking photos angled from the bottom always looked better pantiless. The problem was, you'd forgotten to put them back on in your rush to make it to your office hour with Nanami on time. Fuck, why were you trying so hard to prove yourself worthy of staying in his class?

"I'll take that as a no?" he said, standing from his seat at his desk. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt, taking both ends and rolling them up to expose his forearms. "Hop up here for me," he said, tapping the surface of his work desk.

You sat on the desk, shimmying your butt until you were comfortably up there without flashing yourself at your professor. He lifted you a little by your waist to help you, slotting himself between your thighs as soon as you were settled. He slid his hands behind your ears, cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him. "Do you want me to show you how a man should be pleasuring you? How good you can actually feel if you're open to meeting better men for you?"

You were so lost in his eyes. His pupils were blown wide open and you felt like little more than prey succumbing to being hunted. His knee was slotted between your legs and it took everything in you not to grind against him, like an untrained little puppy that’d just learned what hormones make you crave. "Yes, please."

"Please, what?"

"Please sir. Please show me what I'm missing."

He smirked again, that devilish little smile on the corner of his lips that made a rush of heat flow through your body. He lowered his head and you tilted up your chin, meeting his lips in a deep kiss. You melted at the feeling of his tongue gently pushing into your mouth, not overpowering your own tongue but moving with it instead.

"Damn, that needy already? You have to grind on my thigh to get off?"

You stopped moving your hips, not even noticing what you'd subconsciously been doing. You just wanted more pleasure. You wanted him to touch you. "Please, sir, I need more."

"You need more? We're just kissing and you already need more?"

You whined, nodding your head up and down instead of talking. If you used your voice you were sure you'd say something desperately, disgustingly, horny.

"Pull up that skirt for me babe," he instructed, lightly smacking your thigh beneath the end of your dress.

You jumped a little, pulling up the dress until it was bunched up above your waist. You could already feel how wet you were, but seeing the way your pussy glistened underneath the relatively dim light of his office lamp made you want to hide.

"Fuck," he groaned, taking in the sight and slightly musky aroma of your arousal. "Now I'm convinced your boyfriends have all been inept. You're so fucking easy. So wet and desperate already and I've barely even touched you yet."

"Shut up," you giggled. "They weren't inept, you just really fucking turn me on. Show me why I'm supposed to think you're better than them."

He took that personally. He grabbed you by the back of your knees, sliding your body closer to the edge of the desk. "Off," he said, sliding the spaghetti straps of your dress down your arms, grabbing and pulling off the cropped t-shirt you had on underneath.

Your breasts dropped beautifully as they fell out of your clothes, bouncing a bit as they settled.

"God you're gorgeous," he said, taking your left nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, pinching it just enough to make your stomach clench. "Don't know how the hell I haven’t broken yet seeing you in club and in my class now too.”

You couldn't help the moan that ripped it's way from your throat once he crouched a bit, putting his mouth around your other nipple. You had always been really sensitive there. Not all of your partners knew how to give you just enough stimulation to feel good but not so much that it was uncomfortable. Nanami found a perfect balance of both.

The AC actually had kicked on at some point, making the room just cold enough to send a chill through your bones. Your nipples were cold like every other part of the surface of your skin, so the warmth along with the wetness from his mouth was driving you insane. "I swear to god I could cum just like this if we had the time," you moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head.

His eyes flicked up to your face, seeing how blissful and fucked out you looked already just from his mouth on your breasts. He pulled away just long enough to pull you into a sloppy kiss, taking a moment to drink you in. "This is all about making you feel good baby," he said, kissing and sucking — lightly, to not leave marks — on your neck, "If you want to sit here for hours and see how many times you can cum this way, I'm all for it. No one will be back in this building until 11:00 am tomorrow. I can't imagine the mahogany would be comfortable to lay on for that long though."

You sighed, he was right. "I guess I'll just have to invite myself over to your place for an overnight study session sometime then. Why don't you show me how good you eat pussy in the meantime, hm? You talked a lot of shit about all the men I've been with before."

"I did, and I meant it."

He laid you flat on your back in one smooth motion, pulling up a rogue chair with his foot right after. He pushed your legs up to your chest, having you grab them by the back of your knees. He was sat in front of your spread legs as if he was going to feast on a Michelin star meal. "I need you to use your words for me if I do something you don't like. If you do like it, don't be afraid to make noise. My office is soundproofed from all the brick. Understand?"

He was running the knuckle of his finger through your folds, spreading the lips gently to get a good look at you. You were leaking onto the table from how turned on you were, you swollen little nub peaking from its hood on full display. "Yes," you said, your voice quivering.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir," you said with no hesitation, desperate for him to finally touch you.

He blew a small puff of air from his mouth onto your clit, making the little bud contract a little and engorge even more when he stopped. He had one arm laid across the backs of your thighs, holding your legs down into a mating press. His free hand was rubbing against your entrance, creating more and more slick until he pressed in with his middle and ring finger. You were no virgin, you could take it and he knew that.

"Your hands are so big," you commented, instantly feeling the difference between his hands and the men you'd been with before. His were large and rough but in a good way. Taken care of and manicured, but hands of a man who'd done work in his life. A mature older man that knew exactly how to extract every morsel of pleasure he could from your body. His touch was practiced. He pumped those two fingers inside of you until he found what he needed. He was so rough yet so gentle at the same time it was driving you mad.

No one had ever touched you like that before. He was doing something different with his fingers, something no boyfriend you'd ever slept with had done the right way. He found that little patch of nerves inside your cunt, sort of massaging it more than pushing on it. It felt like he was licking you from the inside with the way his fingers worked inside your slick walls.

"There! That's so good."

"That feels good princess? Do you want more?"

You shook your head furiously, a weak "uh-huh" leaving your lips as well.

The sensation of just his fingers was already a lot, but it was even more heightened when he lowered his head down to lick you. Going up from just above where his fingers were fucking into you slowly, all the way up to your swollen clit.

"Holy fuck," you gasped, feeling pleasure shoot up your spine as he took the little button into his mouth, sucking on it gently as the tip of his tongue fluttered back and forth over it.

What was that? Why the hell had no one you'd ever slept with before done that?

He hummed a bit while he suckled your clit, the slight feeling of vibration being the beginning of the end. "Jesus fucking christ, daddy. Daddy, I need more, harder suck harder. I'm gonna cum for you so quick I can already feel it. Fuck, that feels so good."

Were you really about to be that girl who fell apart as soon as you met a man who touched you the right way? Yeah, yeah you were. "Oh, professor, please. I can't take it if you keep doing that. I'm gonna cum. Please tell me I can cum."

He didn't need to say anything in response to that, he just increased the pressure on his fingers and sucked harder on your clit.

Seeing stars would've been an understatement.

You might've squirted. Everything was too much all at once, you couldn't actually tell, but you knew you were cumming. You'd never cum so hard in your entire life. Colors danced behind your eyelids, your ears felt clogged from the pressure, and you were grinding yourself up against his tongue so passionately you were basically riding his face. He took it in stride, milking your g-spot for all it could give him, still sucking your clit through your orgasm.

"Ah, too much," you felt yourself whine as your orgasm dissipated.

He pulled away, placing one last delicate kiss on your clit. "So?" he said, an all too cocky look on his face.

"So," you sighed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I literally can't hear out of my right ear right now. It feels like someone stuffed cotton balls in there. What the fuck did you do to me?"

He chuckled, tickled pink apparently that you had cum so hard you were losing one of your five major senses. "You're okay baby, it'll die down. It's just because your blood pressure dropped."

He stood from his seat, pulling you into a kiss. You deepened it, feeling his erection pressing into the meat of your thigh. "Wanna see if I can make you see stars the same way?" you said, your eyes looking up at his in the most sinful way.

"If you're actually in pain, we don't have to. We can always pick this up another time."

"No way," you said, undoing the fastenings on his slacks, "I want you to fuck me, please? I promise I can take dick really well. You'll be dying to fuck me any chance you get from now on. I need to know how you feel inside me."

You pulled his cock out from his pants with no contest from the professor, his length easily being the most girthy thing you'd ever held.

"Wow."

He chuckled, a little too amused at the shocked expression on your face.

"Sure you can take it all baby girl?"

"I can try," you said, eyeing his length, pumping it to full hardness in your hand. "I'm so wet for you, I think we can get it in. I know you're dying to see how this pussy feels."

It was a big dick, you weren't trying to kid yourself. He had girth on his side more than length, but he was not small by any means. He could absolutely kiss your cervix with a little effort if he wanted to. It was pretty, also. Pale and pink with emphasized veins on the side, the dusty-pink head covered with a small bead of pre-cum.

He reached around you to open a drawer of the desk, pulling out a little latex condom wrapped in plastic packaging.

You watched Nanami slowly open then roll the condom onto his stiff cock, your thighs squeezing together at the sight of it. He groaned at the feeling. “You sure? Wouldn't want you to regret anything once you're back with the lackluster little man child.”

Nanami fisted himself a few times, shuddering as he did, careful to support your waist with his arm as he rubbed his cock against your entrance.

"Professor?" you cooed, biting your lip as you felt him rubbing himself against your aching clit. "Shut up and fuck me."

He chuckled, always amused by you being brash back at his little quips.

"Spread yourself open for me baby," he instructed, looking down at your dripping wet cunt.

You did as you were told, spreading yourself open to allow the larger-than-average man into your velvety walls. You both let out deep groans at the new sensation. He knew you were turned on enough not to be painfully tight, but the way your sloppy wet cunt sucked him in, squeezing him in place was enough to steal the breath from his lungs. You felt so disastrously full. Your brows furrowed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You couldn't do much but relax and take it, try to adjust to the thick girth stretching your pretty pink walls.

"Fuck, Nanami. So big, too big. It's so good," you babbled, your words just jumbled strings of thoughts flooding into your brain. "I can take it, I can take it."

He slid you back a little further onto the desk, lifting one of his long legs onto the wood to give him more access to your face. He needed to be able to see if you were handling it okay, knowing how much it could be taking his entire length. He halted his movements once he was fully buried deep inside you, rubbing circles on the patch of hair just above your cunt.

"You're doing such a good job baby. You're taking my whole cock right now, I'm so proud of you."

Your eyes fluttered open, fresh tears wetting them before you could help it. "Please move, I need you to move. Need more."

He looked at the fucked out, needy, cock-hungry expression on your face and did as you asked, fucking into you with strokes that massaged every part of your slick walls, not just fucking into you for the sake of it. He was precise in his movements, going slowly at first to get a feeling for what you reacted strongest to, but you wanted more. You didn't need perfect, you just wanted him. Fucking into your pussy so deep and so hard that you could barely remember your own name.

"So fucking tight,” he groaned out loud, talking more to himself than to you. He pressed down on your knees, forcing you open even without you needing to hold your knees yourself.

He watched the base of his cock hit your clit, over and over again. You cried out at the feeling, crossing your arms above your head to hide your expressions of bliss.

“Look at me while I’m inside of you," he ordered, using one hand to move your arms away from your face. You did as you were told, slowly opening your eyes to glance up at the man above you. Both of you moaning at how he fucked into you, beginning to work up to a punishing pace. Nothing like the jackhammer bullshit you'd sadly grown to tolerate, but something so precise and deep that you felt your body begin to shake at the motions.

“God, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you came into my office. First time you said ‘yes sir’ and answered my questions in our club room,” he groaned, craning his neck a little to suck a nipple into his mouth as he thrust into you.

Your eyes naturally snapped closed as your mouth hung open wide, moan after moan spilling out as he fucked into you. He kissed your chest, pulling you down with him as he moved his knee off of the desk and steadied himself with his feet both grounded. The sensation was so different, even better, and somehow deeper than you could've ever imagined.

"I want to cum on your cock. Please? Make me cum, I want to cum with you in me."

He groaned at the string of obscenities spilling from your lips, adjusting you so he could fuck into you with both of his hands-free.

"Play with your tits for me baby, I know they feel good for you."

They did, so you did. Not missing the big gush of slick pouring from your pussy as you gently twisted a taut nipple between your thumb and index fingers. He used his right hand to rub soothing circles on your clit, while loosely wrapping your throat with his left hand, careful not to crush your airway.

"This okay?" he said, letting his hand go slack enough that you were still able to speak.

"Please," you cried, dying to feel him without the distraction of your own involuntarily moans and curses. You just got to feel it, not even having to focus on breathing correctly. It was perfect.

His hands found the perfect spots to squeeze down on the sides of your neck and he held his fingers there. Cutting off just a little of your oxygen but not trying to actually hurt you. No one had ever done this to you the right way, and god you never knew what you were missing out on. Your brain felt like someone had filled it with helium gas. Everything felt so airy, and warm, and so fucking good. The way his cock slid against your g-spot inside of you coupled with his thumb sliding sloppily on your clit had you buzzing, feeling like you were floating somewhere above your body.

"Fuck, you'll never want anyone's cock like this ever again. Good girl, you take me so well."

The warmth of his body where you were joined together, his curses and moans laced with adoration, the feeling of his strong hands rubbing and squeezing your body to get you off. It was all so much, like a rubber band being stretched as far as it could go, then being snipped with scissors.

"Oh my god. Kento, cumming. I'm — oh fuck — in me. Please, cum in me," you heard yourself crying distantly somewhere, the feeling of tension and warmth radiating through your body quickly turned into white-hot heat. Your cunt pulsated around your professor's cock, milking him for all he had to offer you.

You absentmindedly registered his hand falling from your neck, his groans filling your ears along with your own jumbled cries of his name as his cock twitched and spasmed inside your pussy, cumming into the latex glove protecting you both.

You helped him ride out his orgasm, grinding your pussy up against his pelvic bone while he rode out the pleasure, breathing heavily as you finally began to come down from your own.

He pulled out of you slowly, making sure to grip the base of the condom so it wouldn't slip off. Making quick work of tying the end and dropping it in the waste bin sat beside the desk.

"Good?" he questioned softly, pulling you up from where you were still laid out on the desk. He slid his hands under your jaw, just like before you’d started having sex, placing sloppy yet sweet kisses against your lips.

"S'good," you moaned, still feeling lingering crackles of pleasures coursing through your body, "So fucking good."

"Good," he agreed, placing one last kiss on your lips. He handed you your discarded t-shirt from the desk where he'd tossed it, helping you shimmy it on over your mane of curly locks. Pulling and adjusting your dress until it sat on your body like it hadn't just been all but ripped off mere moments ago.

"Do you need me to drive you home? I'm in a rental that goes back tomorrow. Anyone who saw wouldn't recognize it."

You shook your head no, knowing you'd driven your own car to school that day specifically because of this late-night meeting. "I got it, thank you though. I'll get out of here then before someone does have a reason to come snooping," you said, jumping off of the desk, ignoring the little wobble in your legs when you made your first few steps.

Nanami chuckled, noticing your jelly legs. "You sure? I can walk you down at least to make sure you make it okay."

"I'm a big girl Professor. I can get ten feet out the front door just fine by myself. Plus I have a taser and I'm not afraid to use it," you said matter-of-factly, shaking the car keys you'd taken from your bag that held said lipstick taser.

"Fair enough. You have my number from club still I'm assuming?"

"I do. I'll message when I'm home. I might stop by the library first to get some actual study time in first though," you said, gathering your materials off of his desk and putting them into your school bag. "I'm assuming I earned these?"

He nodded, watching you stuff the last of your school supplies back into your bag before you left.

"See you soon?"

"See you soon."

And with that, you were on your way.

Your phone began to ring as you rounded the final hallway corner to get into your apartment, your boyfriend's name popping up on the screen beside the bright white [11:42 pm] timestamp. Fuck.

"Hey," you said, your voice still a bit raw from all your yelling, "I meant to call. I just got home fro—"

"Babe, I sent you a picture, go look. You're home now right? I really want to see you tonight."

You couldn't help the exasperated sigh that huffed from your nose. You didn't need to look. You knew what the picture was of. It's what it was always of. "Hey, honey, I think we should see other people. Don't call me again."

You hung up the phone, ignoring his yelling from over the line before you did so, stomping your way across the threshold into your place. You stripped from your sweat-damp clothes, autopiloting your way through the process of showering and doing your skincare routine. It was well after midnight when you were done. You made yourself food anyway, plopping yourself onto the couch once you were set up and ready to relax.

*ding*

[nnm]: don't forget to actually study. glad you understand now that your old distractions were worthless

[nnm]: you don't want to see how i punish bad girls that don't pass their exams even with my resources

"Ha, is that so?"

[y/n]: lucky for you i have a point to prove in your class now

[y/n]: i am a glutton for punishment though. maybe I'll test you anyway

[nnm]: try it if you want. get some sleep, you had a long day.

He was right, you had. The exhaustion hitting you as soon as you were reminded of its existence. Food could wait, the flood of text messages coming to your phone could wait. Sleep, and sweet dreams, were all you needed at the moment. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

"Babe, what do you mean you're studying tonight? It's a Thursday night! That's basically Friday for college kids."

"I know," you sighed down the phone, already annoyed with having to explain this again to your boyfriend, "I'm just falling behind in a class that should've been easy for me so yeah, I need to study. We can hang out tomorrow night, maybe? Aren't you off of work then?"

He groaned, actually falling back against his bed in a little fit of a temper tantrum. For a 25-year-old you'd think he'd be more relaxed, but no, you found the one man in the entirety of your city that still whined like a baby when he heard "no."

"I work but only until 6. Still, baby, I miss you now. Don't you miss me?" he said, his voice laced with honey.

You sighed, steadying yourself as you continued your trek to the math office building.

"Honey, of course I miss you. But, I miss passing my classes even more. I can't disappoint this professor. He went out of his way to sign me on for his course even though I'm not supposed to be in it yet. I don't want him to regret doing that."

He groaned even louder.

"Fine," he huffed, "But I want you in my apartment, butt naked, dinner ordered already when I come home tomorrow. We haven't seen each other all week, that's way too long. Gotta make up for lost time babygirl."

You chuckled, for some reason imaging yourself naked, laid amongst a bunch of takeout pizza boxes like a nyotaimori girl.

"Yeah, fine. I'll come by. You owe me a massage and you better buy some good beers. The ones I like that taste like funky apple juice."

"Can do baby," he said, making a kissing sound down the phone line, "I love you. Have fun being a nerd or whatever."

"Yeah, yeah, you knew who I was when you met me," you giggled, bidding him goodbye as you walked up to the large office building. It was only 8:47 so you had, presumably, managed to beat your professor to his office.

The ride up the elevator to his floor was swift, thankfully, due to the new upgrades made to all the STEM buildings on your campus. Even the professors managed to snag some shiny new things. Professor Nanami's office was a perfect example.

The keypad for the door was touchpad accessed, not like the old key locks that jammed every fourth out of five tries. You were able to input the code he'd given you easily and the sound of the door unlocking rang through the still air of the empty floor.

You had definitely beaten him there, as the large office was vacant with only one squishy octopus lamp illuminating the professor's desk. You flipped on the light switch and looked around, not intentionally snooping but excited to see how the man filled his space regardless.

The first thing you noticed was the large floor mirror propped against the far wall of the room, pretty rose details carved into the wood frame. You took in the sight of yourself: your hair was as cute as it could be post wash-n-go, since you'd had time to thoroughly detangle and finger curl your locks that morning. You hadn't needed to rush back to campus from your partner's off-campus home, which saved you a noticeable amount of time. You'd put on a cute outfit today, deciding you had to dress nicely to accentuate your hair. You wore a white undershirt, a checkered red and blue dress, and white sneakers. Nothing fancy, but it did its job. You'd gotten a fair share of stares from men, and compliments from other girls as you'd walked around campus, so other people definitely agreed.

Turning away from the mirror you noticed a writing desk facing the wall. Little fairy lights were hung along the top and pictures were hung along the back. You got close enough to see Nobara in various poses with her friends, one with a cute boy with pink hair along with one dark-haired boy that actually really favored your boyfriend and another one with a girl that looked to be more than just her friend (if the matching rings and the bisexual flag in the background meant anything).

Cute. That made sense.

Her desk space was the only corner of the room fully decorated and homey. The rest of the room was very minimalistic besides the mirror. Everything had its own place to go so nothing looked scattered or out-of-order.

You walked over to his desk, sitting down your backpack on the student desk adjacent to his large mahogany one, pulling out all your note-taking stuff because, why not? You scanned the surface of his desk as you did so, not missing the fact that his desk was vacant of any family photos. The only thing on it was a photo of him and a group of his male friends all dressed up in suits, a mini version of his diploma, and an encased medal for something hunting-related.

Interesting.

The slow creak of the heavy office door opening made you jump out of your skin, expected but at the same time, it wasn't. Maybe if you were paying attention you would've heard him walking down the tiled hallway.

"Oh, [y/n], you did beat me here. I thought I saw the light on from the hall."

"Yeah, sorry. Should I have waited on the hall bench or..."

"No, no," he shook his head, "I gave you the keycode for a reason.

You nodded, taking your seat at the student desk as your professor made his way to his desk, pulling out this and that until he was situated and organized.

"So, here's your last two exams, marked up with explanations. Here's a study guide for this unit's information that Nobara made. Don't show your classmates, they won't get it until after this exam as a review sort of thing. Also, here," he said, handing you a fidget toy that clicked and spun without making noise, "If you feel antsy during class and can't focus, try this. I've had some students say it helps hone in your brain or something."

You stared blankly at the small pile of stuff on your desk.

"You got all this in between your classes today?"

"Yup," he said plainly, "But, I'm not giving it to you until we have a chat."

He slid the papers back onto his desk and out of the way, interlocking his fingers as he leaned against the desk.

"I have to ask. What's actually been distracting you so much in class? You seem a little distracted right now, even. What gives? None of this stuff is going to help if we don't actually address the issue."

"Well," you stuttered, "It's, uh, nothing specific really."

You pointedly ignored the incessant buzzing in your back pocket, already knowing it was your boyfriend asking how the tutoring was going, when you'd be done, if you missed his cock yet. Blah blah blah. He was older, and lived off-campus, so he knew your phone was the only way to really keep in constant contact the way he wanted. It wasn't that bad, it was kind of sweet that he wanted you so badly all the time. But right now, it was really irritating. Your professor noticed, cocking an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer out loud.

"It's just," you hesitated, "Stupid boy stuff. My boyfriend wants to be up under me 24/7 and it's just been a little hard balancing school and keeping him happy. I do still tell him I have to study and everything though so it's not always him or anything."

"Hm," he hummed, "You do know a relationship that disrupts your life instead of adding some form of peace to it isn't a happy or healthy one, right? I'm not saying this young man is a bad person or anything, but it's not selfish to prioritize your own growth. You're young, build yourself up before building a relationship. Just food for thought on that."

You blinked at him, starting to loop what he said on repeat in your mind.

"You don't know anything about our relationship, respectfully. You're right, he isn't a bad guy, just a little needy. Nothing wrong with that, and at the end of the day I'm the one deciding to spend my time with him so it's not his fault that my grades have slipped. I'll do better sir."

He scoffed, folding his arms across his broad chest as he relaxed back into his seat.

"Wow, throwing away your studies for a boy who's probably never even made you cum before. I thought you were a lot smarter than that [y/n]."

You couldn't hide the shock on your face at that.

"Hey," you stuttered, "He hasn't, you don't... he has made me cum before, thank you very much! And, I'm not throwing away my studies for him either I'm just... trying to find a good balance. That's all."

"Mhm," he hummed, raising his eyebrows in a way you knew meant 'yeah right,' "Touching yourself while he fucks you doesn't count, by the way."

You racked your brain, pissed that no occasion had come up in your brain where he did all the work. You can't stand the smirk that creeps onto your professor's face.

"Wow, I was just messing with you. Has he really never made you cum before? Eaten you out until you were genuinely screaming his name, not just faking it so he'd get on with it? Really?"

You shrunk a little in your seat, burying your face in your hands as you nodded your head.

"Wow," he gasped, actually trying to hold back a chuckle, "Honey, I know his type. He may say pretty words often enough to distract you from how much you actually detest him as a person, but trust me, there's way better for you out there. Someone who wouldn't let you piss away your standing as one of the best students in this department to watch him play apex all night, and lick around your clit for so long that you have to fuck yourself while he sleeps. If you're gonna screw your grades because of some guy, at least let it be one that makes you feel good, at the bare minimum."

You couldn't help the rush of anger and embarrassment that was bubbling up in your chest. He didn't know your boyfriend, he didn't know how you felt or what you wanted.

"What would you know about that anyway, huh?" you asked, venom in your tone, "I don't see any engagement photos or a ring on your finger Mr. "I Think I Know You Better Than You Do." I know you don't have kids because of club last semester. So, what do you know about lasting relationships and keeping a woman happy?"

He sat up in his chair at that, his eyes even darker somehow than the beautiful brown you'd grown used to. They looked almost black.

"Watch your tone or I'll have to show you exactly how I keep women around, and you couldn't handle that sweetheart. You're still fucking little boys who don't wash their hands after rummaging through cheeto bags before they finger you. I'd break you."

The threatening tone to his voice sounded so genuine, you knew he wasn't joking. The realization of that made heat start to pool in your belly. You felt your clit throb, just a little, stirring up the thrumming of anticipated pleasure in your cunt. You felt yourself becoming slick with arousal already just from him saying that. You knew what he said would be true.

"That's not true. I'm a strong girl, you'd have to try pretty hard to make me break, sir."

His eyes darkened even more at the nickname, his legs spreading a little further as he was no doubt starting to feel the effects of your conversation just like you were. Still, though, he was as calm and collected as ever. His eyes were trained on you like a hawk, reading every flicker of expression crossing your face.

"Baby, you're shaking. You know I can see you clenching your thighs together, right? Your pupils are huge, and your nipples are hard as a rock even though it's not cold in here. I swear I can smell how turned on you are right now. Are you wearing panties under that sexy little dress you've got on?"

You froze. You'd totally forgotten that you weren't. Your boyfriend wanted nudes after you told him you couldn't hang out tonight, so you'd gone to your econ studies hallway bathroom and taken some photos. You were already braless so that part was easy, but taking photos angled from the bottom always looked better pantiless. The problem was, you'd forgotten to put them back on in your rush to make it to your office hour with Nanami on time. Fuck, why were you trying so hard to prove yourself worthy of staying in his class?

"I'll take that as a no I'm guessing," he said, standing from his seat at his desk. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt, taking both ends and rolling them up to expose his forearms.

"Hop up here for me baby," he said, tapping the surface of his work desk.

You sat on the desk, shimmying your butt until you were comfortably up there without flashing your vagina at your professor in an awkward way. He lifted you a little by your waist to help you, slotting himself between your thighs as soon as you were settled. He slid his hands behind your ears, cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him.

"Do you want me to show you how a man should be pleasuring you? How good you can actually feel if you're open to meeting better men for you?"

Maybe being with a more experienced man would show you what you've been missing. What kind of sex is actually worth driving yourself crazy for.

You were so lost in his eyes. His pupils were blown wide open and you felt like little more than prey succumbing to being hunted. His knee was slotted between your legs and it took everything in you not to grind against him, like an untrained little whore who needed to get off that desperately.

"Yes, please."

"Please, what?"

"Please sir, please show me what I'm missing."

He smirked again, that devilish little smile on the corner of his lips that made a rush of heat flow through your body.

He lowered his head and you tilted up your chin, meeting his lips in a deep kiss. You melted at the feeling of his tongue gently pushing into your mouth, not overpowering your own tongue but moving with it instead.

"Damn, that needy already? You have to grind on my thigh to get off?"

You stopped moving your hips, not even noticing what you'd subconsciously been doing. You just wanted more pleasure, you wanted him to touch you.

"Please, sir, I need more."

"You need more? We're just kissing and you already need more?"

You whined, nodding your head up and down instead of talking. If you used your voice you were sure you'd say something desperately, disgustingly, horny.

"Pull up that skirt for me babe," he instructed, lightly smacking your thigh beneath the end of your dress.

You jumped a little, pulling up the dress until it was bunched up above your waist. You could already feel how wet you were, but seeing the way your pussy glistened underneath the relatively dim light of his office lamp made you want to hide.

"Fuck," he groaned, taking in the sight and slightly musky aroma of your arousal, "Now I'm convinced your boyfriends have all been inept. You're so fucking easy. So wet and desperate already and I've barely even touched you yet."

"Shut up," you giggled, "They weren't inept, you just really fucking turn me on. Show me why I'm supposed to think you're better than them."

He took that personally. He grabbed you by the back of your knees, sliding your body closer to the edge of the desk.

"Off," he said, sliding the spaghetti straps of your dress down your arms, grabbing and pulling off the cropped t-shirt you had on underneath.

Your breasts dropped beautifully out of your clothes, bouncing a bit as they settled.

"God you're gorgeous," he said, taking your left nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, pinching it just enough to make your stomach clench, "Don't know how the hell I didn't break a year ago."

You couldn't help the moan that ripped it's way from your throat once he crouched a bit, putting his mouth around your other nipple. You've always been really sensitive there. Not all of your partners knew how to give you just enough stimulation to feel good but not so much that it was uncomfortable.

Nanami found a perfect balance of both.

The AC actually had kicked on at some point, making the room just cold enough to send a chill through your bones. Your nipples were cold like every other part of the surface of your skin, so the warmth along with the wetness from his mouth was driving you insane.

"I swear to god I could cum just like this if we had the time," you moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head.

His eyes flickered up to your face, seeing how blissful and fucked out you looked already just from his mouth on your breasts. He pulled away just long enough to pull you into a sloppy kiss, taking a moment to drink you in.

"This is all about making you feel good baby," he said, kissing and sucking (lightly, to not leave marks) on your neck, "If you want to sit here for hours and see how many times you can cum this way, I'm all for it. No one will be back in this building until 11 am tomorrow. I can't imagine the mahogany would be comfortable to lay on for that long though."

You sighed, he was right.

"I guess I'll just have to invite myself over to your place for an overnight study session sometime then. Why don't you show me how good you eat pussy in the meantime, hm? You talked a lot of shit about all the men I've been with before."

"I did, and I meant it."

He laid you flat on your back in one smooth motion, pulling up a rouge chair with his foot right after. He pushed your legs up to your chest, having you grab them by the back of your knees. He was sat in front of your spread legs as if he was going to feast on a michelin star meal.

"I need you to use your words for me if I do something you don't like. If you do like it, don't be afraid to make noise. My office is soundproofed from all the brick. Understand?"

He was running the knuckle of his finger through your folds, spreading the lips gently to get a good look at you. You were leaking onto the table from how turned on you were, you swollen little nub peaking from its hood on full display.

"Yes," you said, your voice quivering.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir," you said with no hesitation, desperate for him to finally touch you.

He blew a small puff of air from his mouth onto your clit, making the little bud contract a little and engorge even more when he stopped. He had one arm laid across the backs of your thighs, holding your legs down into a mating press. His free hand was rubbing against your entrance, creating more and more slick until he pressed in with his middle and ring finger. You were no virgin, you could take it and he knew that.

"Your hands are so big," you commented, instantly feeling the difference between his hands and the men you'd been with before. His were large and rough but in a good way. Taken care of and manicured, but hands of a man who'd done work in his life. A mature older man that knew exactly how to extract every morsel of pleasure he could from your body.

His touch was practiced. He pumped those two fingers inside of you until he found what he needed. He was so rough yet so gentle at the same time it was driving you mad.

No one had ever touched you like this before. He was doing something different with his fingers, something no boyfriend you'd ever slept with had done the right way. He found that little patch of nerves inside your cunt, sort of massaging it more than pushing on it. It felt like he was licking you from the inside with the way his fingers worked inside your slick walls.

"There, that's so good."

"That feels good princess? Do you want more?"

You shook your head furiously, a weak "uh-huh" leaving your lips as well.

The sensation of just his fingers was already a lot, but it was even more heightened when he lowered his head down to lick you. Going up from just above where his fingers were fucking into you slowly, all the way up to your swollen clit.

"Holy fuck," you gasped, feeling pleasure shoot up your spine as he took the little button into his mouth, sucking on it gently as the tip of his tongue fluttered back and forth over it.

What was that? Why the hell had no one you'd ever slept with done that?

He hummed a bit while he suckled your clit, the slight feeling of vibration being the beginning of the end.

"Jesus fucking christ, daddy. Daddy, I need more, harder suck harder. I'm gonna cum for you so quick I can already feel it. Fuck, that feels so good."

Were you really about to be that girl who fell apart as soon as you met a man who touched you the right way?

Yeah, yeah you were.

"Oh, Nanami, please. I can't take it if you keep doing that. I'm gonna cum. Please tell me I can cum."

He didn't need to say anything in response to that, he just increased the pressure on his fingers and sucked harder on your clit.

Seeing stars would've been an understatement.

You might've squirted. Everything was too much all at once, you couldn't actually tell, but you knew you were cumming. You'd never cum so hard in your entire life. Colors danced behind your eyelids, your ears felt clogged from all the pressure, and you were grinding yourself up against his tongue so passionately you were basically fucking his face.

He took it in stride, milking your g-spot for all it could give him, still sucking your clit through your orgasm.

"Ah, too much," you felt yourself whine as your orgasm dissipated.

He pulled away, placing one last delicate kiss on your clit.

"So?" he said, an all too cocky look on his face.

"So," you sighed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I literally can't hear out of my right ear right now. It feels like someone stuffed cotton balls in there. What the fuck did you do to me?"

He chuckled, tickled pink apparently that you had cum so hard you were losing one of your five major senses.

"You're okay baby, it'll die down. It's just because your blood pressure dropped."

He stood from his seat, pulling you into a kiss. You deepened it, feeling his erection pressing into the meat of your thigh.

"Wanna see if I can make you see stars the same way?" you said, your eyes looking up at his in the most sinful way.

"If you're actually in pain, we don't have to. We can always pick this up another time."

"No way," you said, undoing the fastenings on his slacks, "I want you to fuck me, please? I promise I can take dick really well. You'll be dying to fuck me any chance you get from now on. I need to know how you feel inside me."

You pulled his cock out from his pants with no contest from the professor, his length easily being the most girthy thing you'd ever held.

"Wow."

He chuckled, a little too amused at the shocked expression on your face.

"Sure you can take it all babygirl?"

"I can try," you said, eyeing his length, pumping it to full hardness in your hand, "I'm so wet for you, I think we can get it in. I know you're dying to see how this pussy feels."

It was a big dick, you weren't trying to kid yourself. He had girth on his side more than length, but he was not small by any means. He could absolutely kiss your cervix with a little effort if he wanted to. It was pretty also. Pale and pink with emphasized veins on the side, the pale pink head covered with a small bead of pre-cum.

He reached around you to open a drawer of the desk, pulling out a little latex condom wrapped in plastic packaging.

You watched Nanami slowly open then roll the condom onto his stiff cock, your thighs squeezing together at the sight of it. He groaned at the feeling.

“You sure? Wouldn't want you to regret anything once you're back with the lackluster little man child.”

Nanami fisted himself a few times, shuddering as he did, careful to support your waist with his arm as he rubbed his cock against your entrance.

"Professor?" you cooed, biting your lip as you felt him rubbing himself against your aching clit, "Shut up and fuck me."

He chuckled, always amused by you being brash back at his little quips.

"Spread yourself open for me baby," he instructed, looking down at your dripping wet cunt.

You did as you were told, spreading yourself open to allow the larger-than-average man into your velvety walls.

You both let out deep groans at the new sensation. He knew you were turned on enough not to be painfully tight, but the way your sloppy wet cunt sucked him in, squeezing him in place was enough to steal the breath from his lungs.

You felt so disastrously full. Your brows furrowed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You couldn't do much but relax and take it, try to adjust to the thick girth stretching your pretty pink walls.

"Fuck, Nanami. So big, too big. It's so good," you babbled, your words just jumbled strings of thoughts flooding into your brain, "I can take it, good girl, I can take it."

He slid you back a little further onto the desk, lifting one of his long legs onto the wood to give him more access to your face. He needed to be able to see if you were handling it okay, knowing how much it could be taking his entire length. He halted his movements once he was fully buried deep inside you, rubbing circles on the skin just above your cunt.

"You're such a good job babygirl. You're taking my whole cock right now, I'm so proud of you."

Your eyes fluttered open, fresh tears wetting them before you could help it.

"Please move, I need you to move. Need more."

He looked at the fucked out, needy, cock-hungry expression on your face and did as you asked, fucking into you with strokes that massaged every part of your slick walls, not just fucking into you for the sake of it.

He was precise in his movements, going slowly at first to get a feeling for what you reacted strongest to, but you wanted more. You didn't need perfect, you just wanted him. Fucking into your pussy so deep and so hard that you could barely remember your own name.

"So fucking tight,” he groaned out loud, talking more to himself than to you. He pressed down on your knees, forcing you open even without you holding your knees yourself.

He watched the base of his cock hit your clit, over and over again. You cried out at the feeling, crossing your arms above your head to hide your expressions of bliss.

“Look at me while I’m inside of you," he ordered, using one hand to move your arms away from your face. You did as you were told, slowly opening your eyes to glance up at the man above you. Both of you moaning at how he fucked into you, beginning to work up to a punishing pace. Nothing like the jackhammer bullshit you'd sadly grown to tolerate, but something so precise and deep that you felt your body begin to shake at the motions.

“God, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you came in my office. First time you said yes sir and answered my questions in our club room,” he groaned, craning his neck a little to suck a nipple into his mouth as he thrust into you.

Your eyes naturally snapped closed as your mouth hung open wide, moan after moan spilling out as he fucked into you.

He kissed at your chest, pulling you down with him as he moved his knee off of the desk and steadied himself with his feet both grounded. The sensation was so different, even better, and somehow deeper than you could've ever imagined.

"I want to cum on your cock. Please? Make me cum, I want to cum with you in me."

He groaned at the string of obscenities spilling from your lips, adjusting you so he could fuck into you with both of his hands free.

"Play with your tits for me baby, I know they feel good for you."

They did, so you did. Not missing the big gush of slick pouring from your pussy as you gently twisted a taut nipple between your thumb and index fingers.

He used his right hand to rub soothing circles on your clit, while loosely wrapping your throat with his left hand, careful not to block your airway.

"This okay?" he said, letting his hand be slack enough that you were still able to speak.

"Please," you cried, dying to feel him without the distraction of your own involuntarily moans and curses. You just got to feel it, not even having to focus on breathing correctly. It was perfect.

His hands found the perfect spots to squeeze down on the sides of your neck and he held his fingers there. Cutting off just a little of your oxygen but not trying to actually hurt you. No one had ever done this to you the right way, and god you never knew what you were missing out on.

Your brain felt like someone had filled it with helium gas. Everything felt so airy, and warm, and so fucking good. The way his cock slid against your g-spot inside of you coupled with his thumb sliding sloppily around your clit had you buzzing, feeling like you were floating somewhere above your body.

"Fuck, you'll never want anyone's cock like this ever again. Good girl, you take me so well."

The warmth of his body where you were joined together, his curses and moans laced with adoration, the feeling of his strong hands rubbing and squeezing your body to get you off. It was all so much, like a rubber band being stretched as far as it could go, then being snipped with scissors.

"Oh my god. Nanami, cumming. I'm, oh fuck, in me. Please, cum in me," you heard yourself crying distantly somewhere, the feeling of tension and warmth radiating through your body quickly turned into white-hot heat. Your cunt pulsated around your professor's cock, milking him for all he had to offer you.

You absentmindedly registered his hand falling from your neck, his groans filling your ears along with your own jumbled cries of his name as his cock twitched and spasmed inside your pussy, cumming into the latex glove protecting you both.

You helped him ride out his orgasm, grinding your pussy up against his pelvic bone while he rode out the pleasure, breathing heavily as you finally began to come down from your own.

He pulled out of you slowly, making sure to grip the base of the condom so it wouldn't slip off. Making quick work of tying the end and dropping it in the wastebin sat beside the desk.

"Good?" he questioned softly, pulling you up from where you were still laid out on the desk.

He slid his hands under your jaw, just like earlier, placing sloppy yet sweet kisses against your lips.

"S'good," you moaned, still feeling lingering crackles of pleasures coursing through your body, "So fucking good."

"Good," he agreed, placing one last kiss on your lips. He handed you your discarded t-shirt from the desk where he'd tossed it, helping you shimmy it on over your mane of curly locks. Pulling and adjusting your dress until it sat on your body like it hadn't just been all but ripped off mere moments ago.

"Do you need me to drive you home? I'm in a rental that goes back tomorrow. Anyone who saw wouldn't recognize it."

You shook your head no, knowing you'd driven your own car to school that day specifically because of this late-night meeting.

"I got it, thank you though. I'll get out of here then before someone does have a reason to come snooping," you said, jumping off of the desk, ignoring the little wobble in your legs when you made your first few steps.

Nanami chuckled, noticing your jelly legs.

"You sure? I can walk you down at least to make sure you make it okay."

"I'm a big girl Professor. I can get ten feet out the door just fine by myself. Plus I have a taser and I'm not afraid to use it," you said matter-of-factly, shaking your car keys you'd taken from your bag that held said lipstick taser.

"Fair enough. You have my number from club still I'm assuming?"

"I do. I'll message when I'm home," you said, gathering your study materials off of his desk and putting them into your school bag, "I'm assuming I earned these, right?"

He nodded, watching you stuff the last of your stuff into your bag before you left.

"See you soon?"

"See you soon [y/n]."

And with that, you were on your way.

Your phone began to ring as you rounded the final hallway corner to get into your apartment, your boyfriend's name popping up on the screen beside the bright white [1:42 AM] timestamp. Fuck.

"Hey," you started, your voice still a bit raw from all your yelling, "I meant to call. I just got h-"

"Babe, I sent you a picture, go look. You're home now right? I really want to see you tonight."

You couldn't help the exasperated sigh that huffed from your nose. You didn't need to look. You knew what the picture was of. It's what it was always of.

"Hey, honey, I think we should see other people. Don't call me again."

With that, you hung up the phone, ignoring his yelling from over the line before you did so, stomping your way across the threshold into your place.

You stripped from your sweat-damp clothes, autopiloting your way through the process of showering and doing your skincare routine.

It was well after 2:00 am when you were done. You made yourself food anyway, plopping yourself onto the couch once you were set up and ready to relax.

*ding*

[nnm]: don't forget to actually study. glad you understand now that your old distractions were worthless

[nnm]: you don't want to see how i punish bad girls that don't pass their exams even with my resources

"Ha, is that so?"

[y/n]: lucky for you i have a point to prove in your class now

[y/n]: i am a glutton for punishment though. maybe I'll test you anyway

[nnm]: try it if you want. get some sleep, you had a long day.

He was right, you had. The exhaustion hitting you as soon as you were reminded of its existence. Food could wait, the flood of text messages coming to your phone could wait.

Sleep, and sweet dreams, were all you needed at the moment. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

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