Professor! Sanjaya Baru X Student! Female OC
Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction based on the character of Sanjaya Baru played by Akshaye Khanna in the film "The Accidental Prime Minister" idgaf about the real dude.
This is a series and it will get progressively dark, Professor Baru is not a good guy and their relationship isn't a healthy one.
Content Warning- Completely inappropriate Teacher-Student relationship, Dubious consent, power dynamics, degradation (a lil in this one), age gap, MDNI.
Sanjaya watched Nayanika meticulously scribble a few titles on a scratch piece of paper as she took note of which books in the fiction section needed to be restocked. She used the side of a bookshelf as a writing surface as she jotted down the titles. When the professor stepped towards her and his shadow loomed over her work, she glanced up, mildly annoyed at being interrupted. When she whirled and saw who exactly disturbed her task, she gasped and dropped her pen. She was going to faint. Or hyperventilate. She just knew it. She couldn’t believe he was here.
“Oh! Professor, hello. Can I…Um, can I help you?”
Sanjaya smirked. Genuinely, the man had no idea Nayanika had been hired at the local bookstore, though it made sense and was a most pleasant surprise. She shared the same passion for literature he did. It seemed that choosing a new novel was going to be even more enjoyable than normal.
“As a matter of fact, you can, Nayanika. I’d like you to help me in selecting a new book.”
Flushing, she nodded and pocketed her list. She pushed herself to look up at him, faking a professionalism she didn’t feel at the moment.
“Okay..... Uhm kya padhna chahenge aap? Any specific genre?” what do you want to read?
“Hmmmm....” he scratched his chin in mock thoughtfulness before straightning up "Surprise me."
Nayanika fought not to roll her eyes. ‘Surprise me’ was a favorite game amongst customers. Force the poor salesgirl to guess your tastes without giving any hints as to what you’d like and then reject each suggestions.
Trying to ignore the goosebumps rising on her arms, Nayan tapped her chin for a minute while she studied the man, racking her brain for ideas. He straightened and stared right back, forcing her to blush and look away. She cleared her throat and tossed her hair over her shoulder, attempting to appear authoritative and completely in control of herself, despite her pounding heart, as she reflected on recent titles she’d enjoyed.
“Hmm. Have you read The Princess of seventy second Street?”
“ Oh! By Elaine Kraf? Yes, what an appealing suggestion.” He took a step forward, causing her to take one back.
Nayan ignored his advance, looking away and shrugging dismissively. She was determined to treat him just like any other customer. She was getting paid to neither chat nor flirt and refused to be intimidated in her place of work. She was in control here. While trying to appear calm and collected, she frantically made a mental list of the last books she’d read.
“The dystopian thriller?” He took another step towards her. She held her ground and narrowed her eyes as his body drew flush against hers. He was intentionally being difficult and most certainly trying to fluster her.
“Woman who run with wolves?”
He gave her a genuine smile, running the knuckle of his index finger along his lip and nodding. She thought she’d finally gotten him until he advanced, knocking her back against a bookshelf.
“A favorite, and a very good recommendation,” he mused. He stared at her for a moment, relishing in the way she squirmed before dramatically glancing away, rising to his tiptoes to see over the shelves to look for another salesperson. “Do you have any other ideas or should I ask someone else?”
The poor girl gaped, then scowled. She was fixed on finding something for him. He would not best her at her job, despite the fact that he was far more versed in literature than she could ever hope to be. A book came to mind and she arched a brow in challenge.
“What about Juicy and Delicious?” Suggesting the title made her blush, much to her dismay.
Sanjaya tilted his head and gave her another smile, this time more playful. He ran his fingers over the vertical row of buttons that secured her shirt and casually unfastened one near the top.
She gasped and leaned back against the stiff spines of the books. Admittedly, she wasn’t good at this game. The rules, which she normally was very adept at abiding by, were unclear and seemed to change endlessly. She was on the verge of giving up, both because her brain could no longer produce ideas due to his proximity and because he was doing a very good job of unsettling her, when a classic from her adolescence popped in her head.
Baru's eyes widened, before they gleamed wickedly.
“An appropriate suggestion from you, Nayan.”
A furious blush made her face glow, and she unconsciously licked her lip, which made him grunt. He leaned forward to pull the tie from her hair and used his fingers to comb her silky locks over her shoulders. Having his hands in her hair made the poor girl tremble and utter a soft whimper as goosebumps freckled her skin. He snickered quietly and ran his finger along her jawline.
“Acche charitra ki ladkiya apne professor ke bistar tak nahi aati, Nayan.” Women of good character do not jump into bed with their professor, Nayan.
“It’s just a title,” she whispered, staring at his chest.
He tilted her chin up with a finger, shaking his head and tutting her.
Nayan couldn’t force herself to look away. His deep brown eyes were absolutely hypnotizing. There was a warmth in her belly that he stoked just right and it drove her mad. As heat from her cheeks spread between her thighs, a man’s voice cut through the thick silence.
The professor straightened with much more nonchalance than he should have, considering he was almost caught handling a student. But, he was impeccably smooth like that. Nayan’s chest still heaved simply from his having his hands on her person and she was sure her cheeks were pink. Sanjaya held out a hand to greet her boss, who seemed oblivious as to the position he’d discovered them in, and the two men began chatting. Evidently Sanjaya knew the local bookstore owner well. Nayanika stood awkwardly at his side for a few moments before she grew brave enough to slip away.
She fled to the backroom and ran into the employee bathroom. Overwhelmed, she panted as she braced her hands on the sides of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the classic beauty staring back at her, brown lined eyes wide and glassy, pupils dilated and jet black hair disheveled from having her professor’s hands in it. Who the hell was she? She was a polite, well behaved girl and, darnit, she wasn't "Charitraheen" as he insinuated. Maybe she wasn’t the Virgin Mary, but she certainly wasn’t contaminated. So, she’d slept with her professor. Perhaps that implied her judgment was impaired, but she wasn’t tainted. At least, she was fairly sure she wasn’t tainted. Was she? She was startled out of her self-evaluation by a pair of familiar male voices echoing through the bathroom door.
“Ashok, you’re too kind. Thank you for lending me the advanced copies.”
“Of course, Sanjaya. Semester kaisa jaa raha hai? ” how is this semester going?
There was a pause and Nayan could practically see the smile creeping along his lips.
“Good to hear. Now, you’ll excuse me? I need to oversee my employees. Kuch zyada hi bacche hire kar liye iss baar maine!” he laughed. Hired to many freshers this year.
Sanjaya chuckled along with him, the noise tapering off and giving Nayanika the impression that it was safe to leave her safe haven. She snuck from the bathroom, but as the door swung shut, someone grabbed her from behind and cupped their hand over her mouth as she shrieked. Warm lips brushed against her ear.
“Shhhh, Jaan. It’s only me. I’m not going to hurt you.”
She gasped in surprise, the noise muffled by Sanjaya’s palm as she struggled. How dare he scare her like that! To her irritation, his soft baritone soothed her more than she’d like to admit.
“Are you going to be good? You’ll stay quiet?”
Still trying to catch her breath, she nodded enthusiastically. He released his gentle grasp on her mouth and her raised brows furrowed when he held her. His one arm wrapped around her middle and he rested the other on her hip, pulling her rear snuggly against his front.
“Meri toh jaan hi nikal gayi thi!! ” she whispered over her shoulder. “What do you want?”
Half ignoring what Nayan said, the professor tilted his head and reached forward to run his fingers through her hair. She shivered, craning her neck to stare up at him as he pensively watched the silky strands move over his digits.
“You’ll wear your hair down to class, from now on,” he said idly.
“par... aap toh meri taraf dekhte bhi nahi.”
But You don't even look at me while in class.
He smirked as if she’d just told a joke.
“Darling girl, I have a hard time not spending the entire period staring at your delectable little body, let alone your lovely face.”
Despite being trapped in the backroom at work by her professor, She couldn’t fight the blush the bloomed on her cheeks as he set her nerve endings on fire with his murmured words. Whenever he touched her, Sanjaya made her throb. She was used to the fumbling, uncertain hands of curious boys, not the confident touch of a man that not only knew what he was doing, but knew he was good at it. His assuredness was intoxicating.
She ducked her head and mumbled some sort of thanks, but Sanjaya paid it no mind. He was busy dragging his fingers along her collarbone, making her inhale sharply as her nipples hardened beneath her shirt.
“You-you can’t touch me here,” she breathed, her level of conviction low.
There was a pause as he curled his hand around her throat and ran his thumb along the vein in her neck. He bit the shell of her ear before speaking.
“Run away, Nain.” he purred.
She blinked in confusion as his hand traveled from her throat down to a breast, where he stroked his thumb over her pebbled nipple. She pressed her lower lip between her teeth and bit back a moan. Run away? She needed to. She should. Alas, she couldn’t help but release a soft sigh as her eyes fluttered shut and her head tilted back against his chest. How was it that such a small act could disintegrate her resolve with such ease? He leaned forward so his lips brushed against her ear.
“Don’t you want to please me?”
After a beat, Nayanika found herself nodding. Whenever he praised her, his words shot straight to her core. It gave her a heady rush to hear such words come from his mouth, from between the lips of such a dignified man. Desperately, she wanted to experience that feeling again. She could feel him chuckle against her hair as he ground his hardening cock against her rear.
“Good girl. Now, turn around and get on your knees.”
With a shiver, she spun slowly and sank to the floor, looking up at him as he casually undid his pants. He groaned as she wet her lip and as he freed his cock, it jerked. Her mouth practically watered as he released himself, his heavy length bobbing as she settled on her knees. Hungrily she examined his engorged erection before questioningly looking up at him. He peered down at her, weaving his fingers in her hair and firmly yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him.
“Do you know what to do?”
Her cheeks glowing with color, she nodded demurely and leaned forward, taking his hot cock in her hand and giving him a few experimental strokes. She’d only given a few blowjobs before, but the results had been more or less satisfactory. She just hoped she had enough talent to please him. His length swelled and the professor hissed, his head falling back as she leaned forward and took the tip between her lips. She couldn’t suppress the moan of contentment that vibrated through her mouth upon tasting him, which caused Sanjaya’s hips to buck his steely pillar of flesh deeper into her mouth. Immediately, she spooked and pulled away, but his grip in her hair stopped her lips from pulling back over the raised ridge at the head of his cock. Slowly, gently he fed his length between her lips once more.
“You can take it, Jaan. I know you can.”
Nayanika’s brows raised in doubt and she began to shake her head. Maybe she wasn’t as good at this as she thought she was. She didn’t want to disappoint him. He tutted her, stroking her hair and she stilled.
She forced herself to loosen her jaw, swallowing hard as he worked his cock further into her hot mouth. He didn’t make much noise, but his features were contorted in blissful agony as she timidly hollowed her cheeks around him, creating a delightful sucking sensation that made his toes curl. His grip on her hair lessened as he grunted, which she interpreted as permission to begin bobbing her mouth over him. She moved slowly, enjoying the taste of him as she bathed his cock with her tongue. Nayan squirmed on the ground. He felt good in her mouth, but before she continued, she realized she wanted to see him, to feel him.
Usually one to follow instruction to a T, Nayan surprised herself by impulsively pulling her mouth away. He growled, but allowed her the momentary freedom. She studied him, once again taking his throbbing manhood in her hand and pumping her small fist over him before leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss against the tip. Her eyes flitted up to his and she startled when she realized the how intently he was staring down at her. He watched with obvious hunger as her tongue flicked out to lap at him, causing a him to emit a soft strangled noise.
Encouraged, she repeated the act. When he made another unintelligible sound, she smiled coyly and nuzzled her cheek against him.
She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. For the first time during their dalliance, she felt like the powerful one. She knew it was an illusion, that if he chose to, he’d easily have his cock down her throat in a second. But he allowed her to play, her fingers tentatively resting on his thighs as she worked his cock into a rigid, proud erection.
Nodding obediently, Nayan ceased her games and enveloped his length with her mouth. He grunted, his fingers returning to her hair as he guided her back and forth. Nayan emitted a soft moan, surprising both of them as he inched towards the back of her throat. Swallowing hard, she rested her tongue against the bottom of her mouth and took him with grace. The slight discomfort was completely worth the expression that crossed over his features. His brows were furrowed, eyes closed and lip curled as he slid into her impossibly tight heat. She scratched her nails against the growth of the hair on his thighs, making his hips stutter as he thrust. When both hands grasped her hair, she knew he was close and she increased her rhythm, pumping her mouth over his length quickly as he let out a tortured groan. She inhaled sharply through her nose, her eyes anxiously darting to the doors, which, despite his noise, remained empty of human interruptions, thank goodness. Involuntarily, his hips surged forward, and he buried himself in her mouth until her nose was flush against his pubic bone. She felt him pulse and glanced up at him as he head tilted forward and he opened his eyes, looking down at her as he growled and shot hot streams of thick come down her throat.
When she laved her tongue against his tip, he hissed and gently pushed her away, too sensitive to handle the stimulation of her agile little tongue.
“Where,” he gasped as he pulled out of her mouth, “did you learn to do that?”
She looked up with wide eyes, shaking her head in confusion.
“Those things, with your mouth, your tongue. You knew what you were doing,” he grunted.
Nayan flushed bright red and looked at her hands.
“I-I didn’t learn anything anywhere. I just did what I wanted,” she murmured.
Sanjaya gripped her arm and hauled her to her feet, kissing her harshly as she whimpered against his mouth. Reluctantly he pulled away, nipping along her jaw as he moved his lips against her ear.
“I don’t care who else you fuck, little girl. But only I get that mouth, do you understand?”
She nodded dumbly, blinking rapidly in surprise.
His words finally registering, she shook her head. “I-I- I don’t have a boyfriend.”
His smile was genuine and slightly adoring. Only slightly, but more than it had been before. Apparently, anything other than monogamy simply didn’t occur to the girl.
“Oh, Nayan” he crooned as he hoisted her up on a stack of boxed books. “What am I going to do with you?”
She braced her hands on his shoulders and looked up at him with uncertainty. She gasped when she felt his fingers between her legs. Seriously, truly, she needed to cease wearing skirts. At all, really, since he seemed to find, and more importantly take, her wherever she was. She tried to close her legs and push him away.
“Quiet, little girl,” he murmured against her lips. He kissed her soundly. “It pleases me to see you come undone.”
She fought to hold back a moan and failed, and she could feel his lips curl into a smirk against hers.
Nayan shivered as he slipped his fingers between her legs again. He groaned against her neck as he discovered the hot, wet cotton of her panties. She’d thoroughly soaked them through.
“My prim and Proper Nayan,” he murmured, nibbling at her skin. “Diligent student, impressive tutor, campus advocate,” he pushed the damp fabric to the side and stroked his long fingers along her slit, “and such a little whore.”
Nayan clutched at his white dress shirt, spreading her legs and gasping as she idly realized she really should be taking offense to his slur. Instead, she could only cling to him and bury her face against his neck as he began to stroke her clit.
“You are dripping, my dear. Did you enjoy yourself?” He was met with silence. He gave her pussy a gentle slap, startling her out of her state of bliss. “Did you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, horrified that she’d found pleasure in such a lewd act.
Her pussy contracted so hard she almost couldn’t tell if she was orgasming or not, his cool, deft fingers touching her flushed skin with undeniable skill. After several moments, he sunk two digits inside her, and she couldn’t quell the high-pitched noise that sounded from the back of her throat.
“Shhh, darling. Don’t give us away, not before you’ve come for me.”
With a whimper, she hid her face against his neck again, pressing her lips firmly against his skin to muffle her helpless cries. Firmly, he fucked her with his hand, and it didn’t take but a few strokes for her to completely come apart. Heat wound into a tight spring in her lower belly until it finally exploded, making her vision flash white and stars dance from behind her eyelids. She arched herself against his fingers as she came, her hips bucking against his hand. She sat helpless and throbbing for several minutes, relying on his strength to hold her up as she recovered. The shock of what she’d just done hit her.
“I should get back to work,” she whispered to his chest.
She could hear him rumble with a chuckle. He tilted her chin up and kissed her again, giving her lower lip a gentle nip.
“You should get back to work,” he affirmed.
She stared up at him, as if waiting for him to bring their tryst to an official end, but he offered nothing. Nayanika pressed her lips together and nodded, slipping from his arms and walking steadily through the employee-restricted doors with her head held high as if she’d never dream of committing an obscene act behind closed doors at her workplace. Her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes were the only indicator she’d recently had a mind-numbing orgasm.
A/N- I am SOOOOOOO sorry for being this late, I was going through something(boy problems) Next update won't be THIS late istg! Thanks for reading, constructive criticism is most welcome.
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