hell is here!

Keigo loves your attention, he craves it every single hour. He would make himself all pretty just for your eyes only. He hates it so much when you give others any kind of acknowledgment. You love that about him.

Glaring daggers at the woman on your arms the blonde man grit his teeth in frustration. He should be in her place! Why would you let her cling unto you?

You could only smirk and pay attention to the girl in your arms. Keigo could only stare with sharp eyes, his patience slowly thinning, his breath falters when he saw another one coming up to you they're hands wandering your clothed body their scent mixing up with yours.

He hates it! Why are you doing this?! Finally losing his patience he took off the man's arm around him, coming up to you, his eyes filled with jealousy and anger. Looking at both women he successfully scared both of them.

Sitting on your lap he hooked both his arms around your neck rubbing his face cringing at the smell of foul perfumes, looking at you with glossy eyes filled with longing for your affection

When he found it no avail he clung unto you so tight.

"Daddy~!" He whined "why are you playing with them...? I-I'm right here..! I can satisfy you!" He kept whining as he grinds his hardened cock unto yours

His usual cool facade breaking down into a needy one, "I-If you don't want it I don't care." Mumbling he lift the skirt-clad on him unzipping your trousers and freeing your half-hard cock.

Quickly he spat on his hand took your dick and starts rubbing it, sucking your neck began marking you.

You, on the other hand, only ignored the whiny, needy slut on your lap riling him up more. He knew not to take control but you would be lying if you didn't like how possessive he gets only to be fucked stupid at the end of the night

Rising a little he took your fully hard cock and quickly shoving it in his hole. Keigo emits a loud moan grabbing a few of your friends' attention along with the two girls who once took you away from him

"Daddy..!" Grabbing your hands that once held a drink, he took your index and middle finger in his mouth looking directly at you "fuck me..! Want it so hard! I wanna show them I own your cock! It's just for me right?"

"You greedy bitch," finally he heard you speak, spurring him further his pace fastened bouncing on you "you really can't wait, huh?" Teasing the younger male you put your arm around his waist encouraging him more.

"I-I wanna...show them! T-tha-t I'm your bitch! N-not them!" Slurring his hips faltering due to exhaustion "daddy! Fuck me please?"

"You want to show them I'm yours right? Then do it by yourself, princess." Whining in protest he kept moving, eager to please you

A few more thrust Takami felt his end nearing "daddy? Are you gonna cum? M' gonna cum on your big cock daddy!"

"No, don't cum yet," the sudden order halt his movements. Moving close to his ears you whispered "turn around, lift your cute skirt and show 'em how good you could take daddy's cock."

With his wobbly legs he stood up turning around to face the pairs of eyes watching him from the start, waves of embarrassment along with confidence surged through him

Removing his shoes he put both of his feet on either side of your legs, almost squatting on your cock. He lifts his skirt revealing his small hardened dick along with your big one

Inserting it back he moaned way too loud fortunately it was shushed by the muffled blasting music "Fuck!" A drool slipped down his mouth due to the lack of your fingers

"Daddy...fingers...in my m-mouth please!" Complying you let him suck your fingers "close a-again!" Desperately he chases his high with also the goal to make you cum

"Cumming princess?"

"Yeah, you too! Cum too!" If only he could tell these girls who you belong to.

With a loud moan of your name, he sprayed his cum on the table. Groaning when you felt his insides milk your cum out

"D-daddy's mine..!" Was the only thing Keigo could mumble before leaning unto you and losing consciousness

Waking up Keigo felt the soft bed you both shared. He felt your soft breathing tickling his neck moving he felt your cock inside him

"Where are you going bitch? We're not yet done. After all that shit you pulled, I should fuck some manners back to you, don't you think?"

Long story short, you are a bit of a difficult professor.

That means no extra credit. No deadline extensions. No if's, and's, or but's. You don't have time for slackers, though you've had plenty of students grovel at your feet for a second chance, just a few extra percentage points to change letter grades. You like to consider yourself immune to most of them. You've seen them pull every trick in the book.

But the keyword here is 'most'. You do have a weakness, and depending on the student, you're more than happy to let them exploit that.

One such student this semester was Tsukishima Kei.

He's an honor roll, dean's list, straight-A undergraduate. He shows up on time, leaves at the bell, returns papers and homework filled out in perfect penmanship. He doesn't participate in many extracurriculars, aside from volleyball. He speaks with clipped words and shrewd politeness.

He's also leaning against the desk of your office right now, white blouse partway unbuttoned to reveal the black bralette underneath and red lipstick smeared across his equally-red face.

You lean back to admire your handwork. His blond hair is ruffled and spiked up in different directions from your tousling. Dark bruises are blooming prettily against his pale neck. The short little tartan skirt you had him wear is riding up, revealing the edge of the white stockings on his long legs.

"Professor..." He breathes, almost a whine, and you smile. "Your promise."

That's right. You did do that, didn't you? He dressed up for you and you let him keep his 4.0 gpa.

You click your tongue. "I didn't see all of it yet," You chide, tapping an open palm against his thigh and making him jolt. "Turn around and bend over for me, Kei."

The blush on his face somehow grows deeper, and crawls down his neck. He complies, leaning carefully over the strewn papers so as not to move them, the skirt lifting up to reveal soft black lace. Through it, you can just make out the glint of something shiny, nestled between his cheeks.

Your smile grows wider. He really did go through with all of it, down to the last detail. As expected from such a model student.

"To think you were wearing this during class," You murmur, as you drag the edge of the panties to the side to give more access to his hole. He jumps under your touch. "You were so clever to change into the skirt after the class, but you couldn't be bothered to do the same with this?" You flick the end of the plug, and he gasps. "I saw you squirming during my lecture. I almost wanted to ask if you were alright."

The blush made the back of his neck glow bright red. "I didn't want to prep myself in the bathroom," he muttered. He's refusing to look at you. "It's easier to do at home."

"Smart girl. Did you do this before?" You tug lightly, the plug sliding a fraction of an inch outwards before sinking back in, and a full-bodied shiver runs up the boy's spine.

"N-no," His voice trembles for the first time. "This is - my first time."

"Your first time doing what? Seducing a professor for extra points?" When he doesn't reply right away, you land a light slap against his ass, eliciting a sharp gasp. "Or wearing a toy in public?"

"It's my first time doing anything." Oh, that was what you were hoping to hear. You had been hoping he'd be a virgin, but with his looks you wouldn't have been been surprised if he wasn't. And even if he's lying, you'll fuck him as if he was telling the truth. Ruthlessly and completely ruining him for anyone that came afterwards.

You pull the plug out of him in one sharp motion, making him yelp. His hole is pink and puffy, shiny with lube and twitching as you line your cock up, gripping his waist.

"W-w-wait! Professor-" He reaches to grab your wrist, a look on franticness on his face as he glances over his shoulder. "I-shouldn't you prep me before-?"

"It's fine, isn't it? You were wearing that plug." You chuckle. "If you did it all right, you will be fine, Kei."

And you slam forward.

The movement shoves Tsukishima forward against the desk, scattering pens and papers everywhere and knocking him down, his face dragging against the wood. His eyes are wide with a sort of shock, and his legs are shaking - he gasps, hardly able to make a sound as his hole flutters tightly around you. If you were kinder, you'd give him a moment to adjust, to get used to your size.

But to reiterate. You're something of a difficult professor. And you don't have time for slackers.

The pace you set is punishing right off the bat, dragging the boy's slender frame up and down the desk, hands bruising a ring around his thin waist. Each thrust punches a thin cry out of him, barely managing to keep his face up as he tries to prop himself up again. His legs have completely given out, reduced to being splayed out and twitching on the carpet as you fuck into him.

"P-pro-ffess-or-" He wails. "Y/N- it hurts-!"

"Hush, now. Good girls don't complain." You adjust your grip and tilt his hips upwards, curling his spine at a brutal angle before pounding in again. It must be just as painful as before, but now you can hear the startled moan that leaves him as you slam against his prostate. You reach down and lift up one of his legs, squeezing his thigh appreciatively as you pull his knee up to his chest, and the new position lets you thrust deeper. "There, now. Is that better? Does that feel good?"

"Y-yes," He slurs out. When he turns his face over his shoulder again, you can see his pupils are blown out and glassy with tears, face flushing beautifully. It's clear that his thoughts are scattered - he's not the same composed student he was before. "Please..."

"Your tight little hole is taking it beautifully, Kei. It's blushing all red and pretty for me." And on cue, his hole clenches, hot and slick and perfect. "Do you want a reward, baby?"

He nods dumbly, and you lean over and kiss him, letting him start out all chaste and clumsy before licking his lips open and fucking your tongue between his teeth. Hot and slick and tasting like coffee and strawberry candy, and he moans helplessly. Before long, you feel him tighten once more around you - like a velvet vice - and he shakes apart, cumming with a soft whimper.

It takes you completely by surprise, and you follow quickly after, biting his lips with a groan and filling him deep. As you pull away, you note that his mouth is swollen and shiny with spit, and his ass is red from slapping against your hips. You flip him over, and find that the exposed skin of his chest was rubbed pink against the desk. His panties are darkened from his own cum, and there's a dark line from where the edge of the desk had bruised against his thighs. Between all this and the cum sliding out between his cheeks, he looks completely debauched.

He looks perfect.

He doesn't seem to be registering everything that's happening, as he blinks slowly and confusedly at you, and then himself. "Ah-Professor..."

"You came before me, you know," You tut. "If you want me to think about giving you that A, you'll have to do better next time. Understand?"

He blinks again, and nods, as you reach out to wipe the thin line of drool from the corner of his lips.