#dilfryuken

Plot: The smartest student in the class and the college professor Ryuken Ishicda having a not so secret relationship…

Warnings: Sexual content 18+… Unlike my other stories this includes sexual acts so be warned! MDI

It was your fifth time putting your hand up and people were starting to catch on to your pending crush on the new teacher - Ryuken Ishida. Usually you would’ve been day dreaming or scribbling drawings in your notebook. You never bothered contributing to class because simply what was the point? You were smarter than everyone and everyone else was too slow to catch on to your train of thought. So when you suddenly were acting dumb for the substitute, everyone knew exactly what you were thinking.

After class: just you and him in the class

“I was surprised Ms Y/n. Ms Walker said you’re her best student” Ryuken stated as you continued to pack up your things slowly. His arms either side of him pushing against the desK. The veins in his forearms threatened to pop out as his cold gaze entrapped you in the viscous cycle of wanting him. You couldn’t help but fantasise shortly of everything you wanted to do with him.

“Well I can slip up sometimes…”

“So you forget fundamental concepts that were taught in secondary?” He counters wiping the board clean. The veins on his arms disappear temporarily.

“Im forgetful sometimes. Class can be boring” you tease and all you hear is a sigh.

“we will see” he walked behind you taking a pen from his draw and started writing a different problem on the board.

“What are you-” you start but he whispered “let me finish”. At the end a long complex problem was written on the board. He hands you the pen and says “Solve it”. “What?Thats insane. I couldn’t possibly-” your voice falters.

He walks over to you and his hand cups your jaw as he whispers softly“Do you expect me to believe you’re that dumb. Hm?”

“N-no” the heat on your face rose.

“A smart girl dumbing her self down for mere pleasure. Tell me do you always do this?“ You could see his gaze metamorphised into one of malice.

“no” you slowly say.

He excuses you with the sentence “everyday I expect you to come after class and work on your “forgetfulness”. And for goodness sake cover up”.

“What if I dont want to”you tease bending down so often to pick up random items in hopes to get his attention.

He ignores you and walks off.

You knock on his door and he opens and walks in expecting you to follow.

You walk to the front chairs. “Were going to start with this equation” he says walking to the board and drawing the problem. You couldn’t help but notice the roughness in his voice and how he mumbled numbers.

The heat in your body fluctuated.

You couldn’t help but slip a hand between your thighs quietly hoping he wouldn’t notice your quick 2 minute job. However when he saw the arch your back and your detachment from his lesson he couldnt help but question what you were uo to.

“What are you doing” he finally asks as your finger speed up. “Nothing sir carry on” you mummer supressing a moan. He walks up infront of you and sighs looking down and seeing were your hand was. He rips your hand away inspecting the mess you made on your fingers and chair. His eyes waver down to your sticky thighs and clit as it releases the last of its orgasm. He slowly kisses your sticky index finger making it a point to look at you whilst doing it. His tongue brushed against the mess sucking and licking every last drop until a smirk forms on his face.