#praising

There was no easy way to teach and be taught after what you two had done.

That said, working had never been more exciting, and you had never been more eager to get on a school bus.

Goodbye anxiety, goodbye doubts and what-ifs. The minute both of your loafers hit the same wooden floors, you two were overcome by an odd wave of thrilling confidence. Nothing made your chin rest higher - your back arch with cockiness - than knowing your teacher wanted to fuck you.

Badly.

And nothing made Mr. Kento walk stronger than knowing he had a pretty girl like you wet at the mere thought of his touch.

You were no longer a distraction in his mind; he no longer had to fantasize about you. With the peace of mind of knowing he had you at his disposal, he could focus on his strict schedule again. From eight to six, teaching; from six to seven-thirty, the gym; from seven-thirty to eight, shower and dinner; from eight onwards, fucking and pampering his favorite girl.

Needless to say, he walked into your classroom with a straightened back and a sly smile framing the lines on his cheeks.

Though it was fleeting.

His smile breaking upon seeing your empty chair.

He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie, and tried to act normal. He counted every minute of the class until it was acceptable for him to ask about you.

“She’s in the infirmary checking her foot,” one of your classmates said.

He refrained from asking anything else.

An hour passed, your class, and two more. He didn't see you in the hallways or in his mobile notifications. He grew desperate as the minutes ticked by.

The bell marked the end of lunch. The sun was at its highest point, the hallways smelled of baked bread, the birds sang excitedly for the soon-to-arrive summer, and dozens of students processed at a slow pace back to their classes.

It was Nanami’s turn for hall duty; he had already finished his lessons.

His eyes were sharp as he scanned the tide of students, until he spotted your friends walking toward the baseball field bleachers instead of to class.

Nanami waited four long minutes, allowing the students to trace the path to you without scaring them away with his authoritarian profile. Then, he followed the cobblestones toward the sports area. The air became clearer as he breathed in the sight of you.

Far away. From behind. And yet he could see you, smell you, imagine you.

You were sitting on the bleachers, surrounded by two crutches and a group of friends who seemed to be whispering things to you while stroking your hair. Nanami frowned as he got closer: whispers that were trying to encourage you.

Your friends saw the teacher, scared at being caught loitering. Nanami simply pointed toward the school building, and they all went running, bowing to apologize.

When you turned around, when Nanami met your face, his world went silent.

Red, swollen eyes. Streaks of black mascara running down your chin, and a shivering lower lip that accompanied your uncontrollable cries. Nanami rushed to your side, eyes wide and worried. You hid behind your hands, turning your back to him.

“Go away,” you hissed, an arrow right through his throat. “Not now, please.”

“What’s wrong?” He loomed over you, blocking the sun. “What happened?”

“The cut isn’t as shallow as you said it was. It reached a nerve.”

“What? Who said that?”

Nanami crouched in front of you. His large hands caged your knees, then caressed down to pool your ankles with the possessive care of a father.

“Dr. Fukushima,” you murmured, trying to keep your face from him. “I can’t move my toes; I need to have surgery.”

The teacher went silent, surprised by the harshness in your voice, by the way you hid your precious face in your hands.

He forgot everything; his profession, his duty, the hour, the day, and even his name. The only thing that mattered to him was the fragile woman whose shoulders shook uncontrollably, the porcelain doll he once promised to look after.

“When…?”

You didn't let him continue.

“I won’t be able to swim the rest of the season, I won’t be able to go to the final championships… It’s over! I’ve worked hard for nothing!” You raised your voice with rage, your eyes were bright red, your face a mess. “You said the cut was small!”

Nanami was not intimidated by your recriminating shouts. He stayed crouched between your legs with soft, calm eyes; your outbursts didn't matter to him, he could only imagine the storm you were carrying inside.

“I’m sorry, MC,” he murmured, gently stroking your calves. “I wish I could… I’m sorry, I should have been at the pool in the first place, I would have prevented you from getting cut.”

You clicked your tongue with rage, bowed your head amidst sobs, and rubbed your eyes.

“It’s not even your fault,” you whimpered angrily. “Fuck… This is absolute bullshit.”

“Love… You can cuss me out all you want,” Nanami confessed.

He knew what kind of person he was dealing with: a hormonal young girl with dangerous and fleeting ideas.

He knew that, just as he was entangled in the fire of your prohibited desires and erotic secrets, the time had also come to get entangled in the fire of young problems, mood swings, and intense fights.

Nanami was a fool for dating his student, but he was no fool on how to treat one.

While you hid your crying, your teacher’s hands moved up your leg. He bowed his head - his blonde hair falling over his forehead - and kissed the soft skin of your knees in a calm and careful gesture.

“Let’s redirect our focus, okay?” He moved closer, his broad shoulders swallowing your figure completely. “I’m sorry you can’t finish your last season, but let’s look on the bright side… Now we can focus more on the university entrance exams. You’ll have more time to prepare, we can organize ourselves better, with many more tutoring sessions.”

“Can’t I just be sad for one fucking second?!”

You lifted your enraged face. Nanami took the opportunity to cage it with his hands.

“No, not with me,” he hissed, holding your face in place. “It’s killing me to see you like this.”

Your crying ceased immediately. Red, puffy eyes now wide as you took in your teacher’s worried gaze.

Nanami’s thumbs caressed your cheeks, wet and stained. He took the end of his sleeve and passed it under your eyes, holding your chin in place as he removed the makeup smudged all over your face.

You both stayed silent.

His hands were warm, his gestures gentle. You could see his chest rising and falling with deep breaths of pride. He loved taking care of you, he needed it - your submission - more than anything.

You stopped crying fully.

Now with a black and orange-stained sleeve, Nanami brushed your eyebrows and rubbed under your lower lip to erase the gloss glitter. Then, his hands reached your hair, combing down in swift gentle motions.

He was pampering you so much - his perfume tickling your nose - you didn't see his words coming.

“I want you to stop streaming.”

You froze.

“W- What?”

“I know you’re a webcam girl,” Nanami murmured, his hands not stopping their careful combing, his face serious and serene. “I want you to stop, immediately.”

“H-…”

You didn't dare ask how, when, or why. Nanami didn't seem angry, but his words were clear as he restored you to perfection. He seemed to have been thinking about this for a long time.

“I don’t want you ever masturbating in front of any man other than me. I don’t want you masturbating at all, in general. You will save yourself for me… If that’s alright with you.”

You listened with the attention of a soldier while his hands shaped the ends of your hair into a perfect ringlet.

“I know your mother puts a lot of pressure on you, and I don’t want to commit the same error, but I need you to let me be the man I am, MC.” His eyes met yours, and you nodded. “No more webcaming, no more fingering in the early hours of the morning. When you leave school, you’ll tell your mother you’re going to the library, and I’ll pick you up on the corner of your street. You’ll come to my house to study… and nothing but study… No distractions. If I see you trying to distract yourself with me, I’ll take you back so you can study at your house, and no, I won’t pick up the phone.”

Nanami’s hands finished their task and rested on your hips, locking you in so you would listen closely.

“We will study until nine, and I’ll take you back to your house. Have dinner and do what you have to do to be in bed before eleven; sleep is just as important as studying. I want to see you rested.”

Your lips wavered into a small smile; Nanami’s did too.

“This is how we do things past thirty,” he murmured, and you laughed out loud with an angelic sound that made his chest flutter.

“Sounds like torture,” you teased back.

“Seeing you cry like this is the real torture, MC,” he sighed. “I can’t let you fail your exams; I couldn't stand to see you like this again.”

The distant sound of laughter brought Nanami back to reality. He abandoned your hips with a caress, stood up, and took a seat beside you on the bleachers.

“I’m sorry for what I said…” you murmured. “I can’t help being sad.”

“It’s okay, honey,” he smiled. “I’m used to the sharp tongues of my students.”

“What will happen if the surgery is right before the exams?”

“Then I’ll go see you, textbooks in hand. I heard hospital reclining beds are comfortable for studying.”

“You’d come to the hospital to see me?” You laughed. “Sure, because that’s not suspicious at all.”

“Of course I would go.”

“My mother would probably think you’re going to see her,” you cringed.

“Having to endure your mother is collateral damage I can tolerate, if the price is you.”

“Oh, so I’m a price? A trophy?” You teased, poking his arm.

“C'mon…” Nanami rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You love being treated like a doll, don’t pull the feminist card on me.”

“Isn't that what feminism is all about?” You retorted. “Being able to be who you want without judgment?”

“Listen… You are lecturing the wrong guy,” he tossed his hands up in surrender. “Just because I want you to be mine, doesn't mean I don’t want you to have a mind of your own.”

You fluttered your lashes at his words, your beautiful puffy eyes shimmering in the evening sun.

“You want me to be only yours.”

“I think I’ve been abundantly clear.”

Nanami gazed at you, from your lips to your nose to your ears to your neck. His mouth was slightly agape with a dumb smile, the wrinkles on his face making the best of appearances.

“Well then…” you shrugged. “I want you to be mine only.”

“Okay,” he laughed.

“So… I don’t want you to ever so much as think of any other woman, not even to look at her.”

“Okay.”

“And I don’t want you masturbating either, especially not watching porn or any other… websites.”

“Alright.”

“And you WILL text me good morning.”

“No texting,” he stopped you. “If my phone was ever checked…”

“Then get another phone,” you lifted your chin, cocky as ever. “I want to be able to text you.”

Nanami breathed in deeply, but the dumb smile you had painted on his face was a giveaway on how easily he was to fold under you.

“Okay.”

“Okay!” You cheered. “So, I want you to text me good morning every day, and goodnight also.”

“Anything else?” Nanami teased.

“A picture of you half-awake would be nice.”

Nanami laughed quietly, stood up, and offered you his hand.

“If we don’t want each other masturbating, we’d better not be sending each other pictures.”

“Right, okay.”

Your hand - small and delicate - was enveloped in Nanami’s venous hands. He held you firmly, helping you to stand and giving you the crutches.

“What class did you have now?” he asked as he guided you up the bleachers.

“Algebra two, why?”

“I’ll speak with Ms. Bridge; I’ll tell her you feel unwell and that I’m taking you home.”

“But my mother is working.”

“We’re not going to your house,” he smiled. “We’re going to study at mine.”

Whatever you had imagined his house to be like, when Nanami opened the door to his apartment, your jaw fell to the ground. Dark wooden floors, tall grey ceilings, black stone accents, and a window gallery that panned all over the Tokyo hills. He walked through the entrance with elegance, taking off his silver watch while you stood frozen by the door.

“What kind of money are they paying you at the school?” you murmured.

“I bought this house when I worked in accounting,” Nanami laughed, offering you his hand. “I managed to save a lot, plus I am an only child.”

You moved slowly with your crutches; Nanami studied you for a brief second, walked over, grabbed your crutches, and lifted you up with ease - the muscles on his back trying to rip his shirt open. You laughed nervously and giddy as he wrapped you up in his arms, holding onto his neck and resting your cheeks against his hair.

“This is the kitchen,” he said as he carried you around.

“Boujee...”

“This is the bathroom.”

“Cute.”

“This is the study room where you’ll spend most of your time.”

You looked around briefly. Wooden bookshelves, tons of encyclopedias, framed diplomas, and a multitude of titles from his old company. The desk chair was padded, comfortable.

“And this is my room.”

He tried to show it to you briefly, but you grabbed the doorframe before he could leave. The room was modern but simple, with an immense bed with a pressed bedspread and a wooden headboard. You imagined Nanami’s hands smashing the headboard while he smashed you.

“I imagine we’ll spend quite a bit of time here too?”

Nanami looked at you briefly, you and your lips. Then he held you tighter and looked away.

“Today we are here to study.”

He carried you to the living room, dropping you onto the couch with the softness of a feather. You caught the intoxicating manly scent of his neck skin; he caught the nerve-wracking softness of your upper thighs.

Needless to say, you didn't need to move a finger around Nanami.

He did everything as he pleased while you remained like a princess on his sofa, organizing your books on the coffee table, setting up a tray so you could write better, serving you a cold juice and some chocolate pastries.

You were his; he needed to treat you well.

Besides, he would never admit it, but having you in his house had made the teacher more nervous than he expected.

To tell the truth, he didn't feel capable of controlling his impulses, and he feared the desire he had to fuck you would interfere with your goals. So he kept away from the sofa, busy with his laptop at his kitchen island while you studied.

Thank god, forty minutes of pure silence and page-turning passed before you dared to speak up.

“Do you have any trips planned for the summer holidays?”

“Come again?” he said, looking up from his book.

“Are you going anywhere?”

Nanami took off his glasses and rested them on the counter. Your eyes sparkled. How handsome could a man be?.

“I’m visiting my parents at their house in the countryside,” he said. “Age is not forgiving, but my father still insists on fixing the garden by himself.”

Your chest stirred, seeing the open door Nanami left into his world.

“How old are they?”

“Eighty-six and eighty-eight.”

“You must miss them quite a bit…” you murmured with sorrow, resting the pencil on your books.

“I’ve been used to being alone for a long time,” he said. “But I call my mother every week; I ask her questions to exercise her mind.”

You pushed the tray aside, stood up, and limped to the other side of his kitchen island.

“Why have you been alone for so long?” you asked with curiosity. “How long has it been since you had a partner?”

Nanami had a small smile on his face. He looked toward the ceiling, pensive, and loosened his tie.

“I must have been… about twenty years old?” he mused with that weathered voice. “I don’t know, approximately… Yes, twenty-four years old, I was interning at a consultancy.”

“What was she like?” you asked with feigned indifference. “What happened to make it end?”

Nanami laughed quietly and looked at you with narrowed eyes, resting his forearms on the counter.

“Why do you want to know all this? I hardly think it benefits this conversation.”

“It benefits me,” you smiled with a rising jealousy. “They say men who go for young girls do it because they have deficiencies that only women their age can see.”

“Yes, indeed,” he nodded confidently. “I’ve heard that too, and I agree.”

“So? What is your deficiency Mr…?”

Nanami rolled his eyes and sighed softly, pushing aside his laptop to give you all his attention.

“I fell in love with money.”

At his answer, you arched your eyebrows in a skeptical grimace.

Nanami laughed louder. He loved every little thing about your stubborn yet obedient personality; he had found his own oxymoron.

“The woman I dated worked as a secretary for my boss. I was twenty-four and she had just turned forty-one…”

Your scandalous exhale interrupted Nanami.

“Less laughing,” he reproached you, pointing at you and then at himself. “We have the same age difference.”

“Ah, yes,” you murmured with flushed cheeks. “Keep going…”

“She had just come out of a divorce with two children in common, and she wanted to relive her youth with me. In the end, I got better jobs and was swallowed by the world of finance and the infinite salary ladder; I became ambitious and lost myself in the process. She dumped me because she wanted to live life to the fullest, and now I have fallen in the same lane.”

There was a brief silence.

“So, am I your way of feeling young again?”

“No,” Nanami spoke colder. “I became a teacher to surround myself with that youth I so longed for. I never liked young girls in particular; I’ve never noticed a student… I suppose I’ve had the bad luck of running into you.”

“On a webcam page?” you grinned.

Nanami laughed out loud, his ears turned bright red.

“Are you going anywhere for the summer?” he asked in a pitiful attempt to change the subject.

“You know what,” you chuckled. “I'll let you have it this time.”

“Are you going anywhere for the summer?” he repeated with a glimmer in his eyes as he studied your cheeky smile.

“We don’t have a penny,” you shrugged. “This year I’ll settle for bathing in the municipal pool.”

Another silence came to the apartment. The reality of knowing that you two could never be together outside of these four walls. No picnics, no dinners, no trips. Nanami’s chest tightened thinking that he couldn't give you everything he wanted to offer you. You, on the other hand, felt a tickle in your stomach thinking about spending the rest of your life in that beautiful apartment with that piece of a man.

“Have you ever been out of the country?” you asked him with admiration.

“Only once.”

“Where to?”

“Do you know where Kuantan is?” he tested, always looking for a chance to hear that smart mind of yours.

It only took you a couple of seconds.

“Malaysia?” you answered, and he nodded with a satisfied grin.

You held onto the counter and circled the kitchen island until you were positioned beside him. You asked for space, taking over his place in front of the laptop. Nanami was signing up for a new phone line.

“What do you want?” he said, his voice behind you.

You didn't answer, opening a new tab and searching for Kuantan on Google.

“Woah… It’s beautiful.”

You heard a soft laugh against the crown of your head, and suddenly a throbbing heat enveloped you. Your teacher's muscled torso leaned against your back. His hip pressed against your waist. His arms appeared over your shoulders. His hands found the laptop mouse.

“You know, in Malaysia they have the tallest twin towers in the world; in fact, they were the tallest buildings in the world until 2004… And this right here? It’s called a rafflesia… It’s the largest flower in the world.”

“Rafflesia…” you murmured attentively, searching for it on Google. “A meter in diameter?!”

“Yes…” he chuckled.

You lifted your hands to measure before you. Nanami grabbed your hands with an enveloping care, making you spread your arms to a meter exactly.

Caged between him and the kitchen counter, you leaned your head back against his chest, closed your eyes, and breathed in.

He could see your smiling cheeks. His whole body tensed at the thought of giving you any new information for you to retain, at the thought of seeing you so calm and content.

Before he could stop himself - although the morals as to why were long gone and forgotten - he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

His lips were just as soft as his voice tone.

The electricity made you jolt.

Slowly, cautiously, you released your hands and turned on your heels. Now your back pressed against the counter, your chest against his.

Facing you, Nanami stopped breathing calmly and a tremor shook his massive body.

“Are you okay?” you murmured.

“Yeah…” his voice failed him. “I want you to study today.”

“And I am studying,” you pursed your lips. “I only got distracted for a second.”

“I know,” he nodded.

To tell the truth, Nanami feared this proximity.

He wanted to show you that he was a gentleman and that he really cared about your academic future, but having you so close - finally - he realized how difficult it was going to be not to fuck you every instant you were alone.

At least on this first day of studies, he needed to prove to you that his intentions were pure, despite the fact that he had already imagined you naked on the counter, bouncing off his cock while he left a trail of dark hickeys around your swollen boobs.

Yeah, he'd fuck you good. He'd make you lose your virginity to a slow and careful gentleman for as long as you needed it to, until the day you'd come back asking for more, politely begging for him to speed up, dig deeper, and make it messier. He was eager to ruin and rebuild, to have you filled with everything he had to offer.

But in order to satisfy, he needed to demonstrate.

You.

And himself.

So, to regain a sense of control over his life, he placed one arm to each side of your body, trapping you beneath him.

Your eyes widened, cheeks blushing with a nervous giggle. Nanami laughed too, although it sounded more like a desperate moan.

His massive body lowered to your height. His hazel gaze danced between your eyes and your lips.

You arched your back, standing on your tiptoes.

Nanami moved one of his hands to your neck, lifted your chin, licked his lips, and dived in onto yours.

Soft, gentle, warm.

The kiss made you both tremble. A soft sigh escaping his throat.

Needy, desperate, insane.

His cock twitched with greed, trying to reclaim the little girl he deserved to bury into. But Nanami had something to prove. Sex could wait, as long as it meant earning your trust.

So he kissed you deeper, pressing you against the counter. His mouth opened, tongue caressing your lips and entering ever so slightly, drinking in the wetness of your mouth.

He moaned again, kissed you softly, and managed to pull away. Proving to himself a very important fact: he was still a gentleman.

You were left starving like a stray cat, eyes half-open and a piteous moan while you pushed up on your tiptoes.

“Keep studying,” he murmured with the filthiest of voices. “Don’t make me say it twice.”

If his parents could hear the laughter that filled their son’s apartment, they would be able to breathe deeper than ever before.

¿How long had it been since Nanami’s house had felt like a home? ¿Cuándo fue la última vez que hubo más de una luz encendida? Ni siquiera él se hacía esas preguntas; estaba demasiado relajado, intoxicado por ti.

“The lady grabbed my luggage before i could even answer and she booked it running across the station while telling me to keep up. There were a few times i thought she was going to steal it from me, but she did make it to the restaurant i was looking for, so i invited her to eat with me”

“And she accepted?”

“Duh! Why would she not accept free food!?”

Your voice danced with Nanami’s in a whisper between the walls. His television was on, paused on the YouTube search bar after a session of showing each other the different shows you used to watch as kids. The overhead light was turned off, only three fake candles lighting your face, along with the dim light from the range hood and the distant glow emanating from his study.

You were sitting on your teacher's sofa, barefoot, both legs tucked onto the cushions and covered by a blanket so you wouldn't catch a chill in your short uniform skirt. You couldn't stop talking, sliding over the ice of a rink without reproaches, rules, or prejudices. And Nanami couldn't stop listening to you; he wasn't used to someone talking so much to him - to Nanami, not to Mr. Kento.

He was sitting at the other end of the sofa, leaned back against the headrest with his legs crossed and his arms open in comfort. His eyes sparkled, and the wrinkles on his face framed a wide, trembling smile that accompanied the reverberation in his chest.

“I get the feeling there’s more to the story…”

“In the end, the lady took me to eat at the roof of the station, which in a way I’m super grateful for because I wouldn't have seen those views, but I have awful vertigo… And of course, she didn't understand me very well, so I was there half about to faint and the lady thought everything was perfect… Anyway, we ended up eating together on the roof, then she walked me to the taxi and told the man the address of my hotel. And just as I was about to get in the taxi and we were saying goodbye, she suddenly takes off her earrings and gives them to me”

“Excuse me?” Nanami laughed quietly, his Adam's apple bobbing almost mockingly.

You licked your lips, a mixture of laughter and pleasure coursing through you at the mere sight of him so relaxed and at your mercy.

“And of course… I panicked because I didn't have anything to give her in return, so I gave her my ring.”

“The one you had just bought as a souvenir?” Nanami leaned forward, astonished.

“Yes!”

“MC!” he exhaled. “Are y…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” you tried to excuse yourself. “At least a good story to tell came out of it.”

Nanami rubbed his face, sighed, and looked at you as if you were the very reason the earth spun.

You - blushing and giddy - shrugged, riding out the echo of your chuckles.

A couple of seconds later, Nanami looked at the time on his phone.

“Don’t say it,” you murmured with puppy-dog eyes.

“I told you that you’d be home by nine,” he weighed.

You didn't want to go home, obviously.

“Let me spend the night here,” you begged.

Nanami laughed at you.

“And what excuse would you give your innocent mother?”

“Any,” you shrugged. “She won’t care; she’ll probably get home from work very late and won't even remember.”

Nanami rested a hand on his cheek. He didn't seem to be contemplating letting you stay, but the small smile on his face showed that he liked your resilience. After all, he had admired that about you since long before needing you deeper.

“And how would you manage to go to school tomorrow?” he asked. “Not in my car, that’s for certain”

“You see, there’s this thing called Google Maps… It tells me what bus to get,” you grinned from his couch.

“And what clothes will you wear?”

“My uniform?” you asked mockingly.

Nanami’s smile grew wider and he tilted his head in a rare playful manner.

“With the same underwear as today?”

Your cheeks flushed.

“Of course not.”

“You intend to go to school with used clothes and dirty panties,” he egged you on.

“I can go without panties,” you shrugged. “I know a couple of teachers who would like to see that.”

Nanami took a deep, heavy breath. Every fiber of his body heated up with a mixture of need and jealousy.

“Don’t make those jokes in front of me,” his voice fell to a deeper tone.

You raised your eyebrows but paid him no mind, grabbed your phone and started texting.

“What are you doing?” he asked quietly. “Get ready, I’m dropping you off.”

“I’m texting my mom,” you gave him an annoyed voice. “I’m spending the night.”

“No, you are not.”

Nanami rose from his seat, looming over you with the height of a skyscraper and suffocatingly strong thighs.

You couldn't help but look at him as he walked toward you, and something woke up between your legs seeing how he positioned himself in front of the sofa and crossed his arms. His pectorals looked like breasts ready to nurse, his nipples hard beneath his shirt.

“I’m taking you home.”

“I’m staying here.”

“Stop it with that attitude, young lady,” he murmured. “You have school tomorrow, we have school tomorrow. I have tons of exams to grade and you need to rest. Remember our rules.”

“I do remember your rules, Mr. Kento,” you said, curled into a small ball on his sofa. “No sex in class, no sex in tutoring lessons, and no texting.”

“So get up, missy.” Nanami offered you his hand, thunder legs spread hip-distance apart. “Let’s go.”

You huffed, but you were far from giving up. Truthfully, you had already won; no matter how much Nanami tried to maintain a false adult sanity, you could already see how his cock pressed against the zipper of his trousers. To be honest, that dormant erection had been bothering him since you arrived at his house.

It was his greatest shame.

You stood up carefully, helping yourself with your teacher's forearms. Trapped between the sofa and his tall figure, you looked up through your lashes and smiled in that way only you could.

Nanami threw his head back and swallowed hard.

“I’m taking you home,” he murmured, though one hand was already lingering on your hip.

“Please…” you murmured, stroking his chest. “Our tutorial is already over, I already studied… Just as you asked.”

Nanami clenched his jaw and bit his lower lip while your hands pressed against his nipples. How could a man so big, elegant, and serious melt under the hands of his small student?

“What do you want from me, honey,” he whispered, one hand caressing your face. “Whatever it is, I can’t give it to you today.”

“Why not?” Your hands stroked his side and hugged him,then you pressed your cheek against his padded chest. Nanami hugged you back, engulfing you completely in his heat and protection. One of his venous hands carefully untangled the knots in your hair; the other drew circles on your nape.

“It’s Tuesday… Tomorrow we have class, and you have a Spanish club meeting, isn't that right?” he murmured against the crown of your head. “There are still many days until the weekend; I can’t let you arrive at class un-rested and bothered.”

“What do you mean?” you asked with feigned innocence.

Nanami buried his fingers in your hair, tangled them, and pulled gently, forcing you to look at him. You could feel the heavy thumping of his heart against your chest and the pulse of his erection against your belly. His soft voice hit you hard.

“If you want to be able to walk tomorrow, you’d better not let me touch you.”

Despite his warning and the darkness lurking on his face, you gave your teacher a sweet, gentle smile.

“Is that how hard you want to fuck me?” you murmured from his chest.

He stroked your hair and tucked it behind your ears. “Not hard,” he murmured. “But definitely all the way in.”

Surprisingly, Nanami showed more temperance than you expected to have to tear down. You felt how horny he was, yet he treated you with delicacy and went no further. The perfect match for someone as persevering as you.

“Do you think I'll come?”

“Not the first time,” he murmured. “I’ll try to make you comfortable, but it is naturally unlikely, as you will need to get used to it.”

“I like to rub my clit… Maybe that could work.”

A crack broke Nanami’s façade as he breathed in a shaky inhale. He had to look away, giving you the perfect opportunity.

“What about you? Is there something you particularly like?” you murmured while your hands roamed his waist. “How can I do something to return all this care?”

“N-No, you don’t need to do anything…” he stuttered. “I don’t help you for something in return.”

You smiled when your hands found his erect nipples; you fluttered your lashes at your teacher, licked your lips, and brought your mouth to those small mounds covered by the fabric of his shirt.

Nanami shuddered and held your shoulders with a tight grip, but allowed you to drench his shirt with your warm breath. You knew it was game over when his hips buckled up involuntarily, pressing against your belly button.

“I need to take you home…” he hissed. “Right now”

You bit his nipple, then leaned back to look at him straight.

“And I need you to fuck me” you nodded. “Like right now”

Nanami took a deep breath and held it in. You smiled, he swallowed, and his last coherent words slipped in a ragged breath.

“Put your lipgloss on”

The air became static, giving you shocks with every movement.

You were quick, grabbing your school bag and rummaging through your makeup pouch. You put on the clear gloss while seeing out of the corner of your eye how your professor unbuttoned his shirt. When you looked at him again, so small and with a bright glittery smile, Nanami narrowed his eyes and nodded.

“Good girl”

He lunged at you with reckless care, wrapping his arms around you and letting his lips fall onto yours with a desperate moan. His tongue violated the entrance to your mouth, forcing you open to let all his saliva intoxicate you.

While your professor ensured your entire mouth smelled like him, his large hands wasted no time: massaging your thighs and searching under your skirt for that thin string you now wore only for him.

“The skirt stays on” he whispered in your mouth as he pulled your thong down, a couple of soft spanks awakening your pitiful moans. “If I am ever too rough, please let me know”

All you could do was nod submissively as your teacher made haste. He took his shirt off, but he didn’t allow you to see him with the absolute chaos he was causing to your mouth: kissing, biting, and sucking while his hands massaged their way up between your thighs.

“Let me feel how wet you are…” he whispered.

“Let me see you” you whispered back, pushing away from his kiss.

He leaned back just enough for you to admire his naked torso full of squared sharp lines and a skin too veiny not to suck on it. Nanami saw you look, drool over him, then he smiled and his index finger found the center of your pussy, pushing it side to side. You flinched at his mercy, and he laughed quietly at the wet sound his movements were causing.

“Good girl…” he hissed. “Are you this wet for me all the time? Even in class?”

“Specially in class” you smiled back.

His finger shoved inside you, he hooked it in and pulled you to him, pressing you against his chest and wrapping his other arm around your head.

“Promise you will only be this naughty with me” he cooed as he pumped into you. “And I promise I will take very good care of you”

“I promise” you whimpered, suffocating against his chest. “I promise”

“Good girl” His hands tangled your hair and pulled you back, sitting you down against the sofa. “Lean back, relax”

Nanami kneeled on his carpeted floor, opening your legs like a flower and pulling your uniform skirt over your belly. Leaving you open and on display.

“Jesus christ” he hissed at the sight of your swollen cunt, and although his mind had other plans, his hand unbuckled his pants and set free his cock to relieve the burden you were causing.

You watched in awe as your teacher fisted himself before you. His cock was huge. And although you expected it, you weren’t sure if you were ready for such thickness.

Anyway, backing up was for pussies.

Nanami grabbed his cock fiercely, giving it short tugs at the tip while he held his breath. He spat on his other hand, but instead of fingering you, he placed three digits over your clit and started rubbing sideways.

Seeing your loud reaction was enough to make him cum, so he stopped touching himself.

“What a responsive little girl” he mocked you.

“Fuck you” you hissed between squirms.

Nanami raised an annoyed eyebrow, lifted his hand only to make it fall over your cunt with a nasty slap.

“Watch your mouth, love” he spat.

You cried out loud, only for your teacher to go back to caressing your clit in a lovingly manner.

“Put it in”

“You’re not ready” he wiggled a couple fingers around your entrance, using you like his favorite testing doll. “Not even close”

“Just put it in” you whined.

“You’re not… ready…” Nanami crawled closer between your legs and pressed his thumb at the base of his cock, laying it flat against your slit. “Look at it and tell me you are ready”

You obeyed his orders, but weren’t able to hold your head up as he started to rub up and down with his veiny dick.

“Jesus christ” he moaned, relishing at the wet grinding sounds of his skin against yours. You moaned loudly, loving how the warmth of his cock rubbed all up and down your soft cunt. He was right, with that size he’d probably leave you limping for days, but you were too swollen, bouncy and needy to think straight.

“I'm ready” you cried. “Please, put it in”

“Please?”

“Pretty please”

Nanami laughed quietly over your shivering body, leaned his hip back, pushed his shaft and guided the tip between your folds with a restrained pace.

He opened you slowly, reading how your body tensed and how your breathing caught. He entered just a few inches, then stopped to let you breathe.

“Good girl, love”

He leaned back again, pulled it out slightly, then pushed in a little deeper. He was trying to be gentle, though he curled his lips like it pained him greatly to do so.

“You are t-taking it so well” he hissed as he pulled back out. “Does it hurt?”

“L-…Little” you moaned. “But it f…feels… good”

Nanami shuddered, leaned down over you, rubbed his cock on your clit and pushed back in. This time he didn’t stop at an acceptable length. He caged your face with his forearms, pressed his forehead against yours, and curled up his body to thrust into you one last time: thick, long and veiny.

You felt him completely, painfully stretching you all the way to your stomach. The pain and the shock made you stop breathing, and you opened your mouth wide as you tried to take him in.

Nanami saw it all.

The tense reaction of your body, the goosebumps on your skin and the small wrinkle of pain you had on your pretty face.

He knew in that moment, his next move would make this the best or the worst experience of your life. He knew he could be gentle and treat you like the soft little princess you were, but also knew, a straight-A student that touched herself for men online could only have a broader, crazier and daring vision of what sex could be like.

You were his good obeying girl, and he knew you’d like to be used like one.

So, as he saw you clenched and shocked, he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead only to spit in your open mouth with the filthiest of looks.

“Be the brave girl I know you are” his hips buckled backwards, then he thrusted deep inside. “I'm going to fuck the pretty out of you”

His words spurred you on, sending jolts of electricity up your legs towards the middle of your cunt, where your swollen entrance started pulsing with renewed heat.

The next thing you knew, your head was pressed between the couch pillows and Nanami’s huge body pumped in and out your little hole until the pain became a juicy bolt of pleasure that made you moan louder and louder.

Not even five minutes later, Nanami huffed in a whimpering moan and stopped, pulling out of you and steadying himself with his hands on your knees.

“W-What?” you whined.

“If I do one more I'm going to cum” he hissed, avoiding to touch his bouncing cock. “Jesus christ…”

You arched your back for him and rubbed your clit in circles.

“C’mon…”

“Give me a minute” he hissed, forehead sweaty and balls tight as ever. “You feel too good”

“C’mon grandpa…” you mocked him. “Are you truly that old?”

Your comment made his face darken, hitting the deepest insecurities of a man in love with a girl half his age.

His eyes cut the air between you two, making you feel small and all of a sudden very endangered.

He didn’t say another word, curling his lips in anger and pushing your knees open. Not once did he break eye contact, spitting on your cunt and thrusting back into it.

His angered eyes were glued to yours, focused on every move, focused on not cumming. He fucked you deep and at a steady rhythm, rubbing quickly over your clit.

Fuck, he made you squirm in a way that wrapped his cock nice and velvety, but he focused on not cumming, on making you suffer with every inch of his shaft, on making sure you coated, and coated, and coated him in white.

The echoes of your wet reaction could be heard outside his doorstep. How your pussy drenched him in clear need that was dripping down your butt cheeks to his sofa, and was staining the mound of his veiny cock.

Yeah, he fucked you too good. The slaps of his balls spurring your butt, his thumb mocking your swollen little bud without shame.

“Say that again” he hissed between his teeth. “Mock me again, if you can”

But of course, you couldn’t.

You could feel your teacher's cock filling you and making it impossible for your lungs to fully breathe. You could feel his circling finger and the waves of pleasure that were ripping through you. You wanted to cum, you needed to cum, yet the orgasm waves came rocking but his cock - too big and spacious - wouldn’t allow it.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” he mocked your whimpers, thrusting into you with a nasty pace. You nodded between moans.

“Then don’t mock me, ever again” he hissed. “Understood?”

“Y-Yes, y-yes”

His face softened, his eyes relaxed and his lips grew a soft smile. He leaned his head back and breathed out.

“Good girl”

His cock buried inside you one last time, then he backed up and out of you, freeing you from the torment, allowing the cascades of your orgasm to fully wash you over.

Your pussy clenched, your belly was finally able to stretch, and a wave of squirt splashed all over him.

You cried out loud, your body trembled and squirmed, though Nanami’s hands didn’t allow you to fall off the couch while you stained his coffee table, his carpet and his pillows.

You came so hard, he filled you so greatly and ruined your inside so pitifully, that you didn’t know if the liquid that poured as you shook was piss, cum, or simply the remnants of his constant pumping. All you knew is you couldn’t form a word, shivering and shaking.

“My very good girl…” Nanami climbed onto the couch and cradled your face with one hand; with the other hand he was pumping his huge cock.

He leaned close to your flistered face, and you - good girl of very naughty intentions - opened your mouth wide for him.

Your teacher smiled between gritted teeth, pressed the tip of his cock against your tongue, and filled his living room with your name as the jets of his cum hit the back of your throat.