Gimme a professor who has been in the closet his entire life. He has no idea why all his dates give him the same pitiful look, like they know something he doesn’t. He can never get women to text him back or go on a second date.

He’s so pent up. All his untouched sexual frustration morphs into anger. He gives out B minuses for perfect work. He tells his students during office hours that they will never understand his class. He refuses to be anything but an arrogant, tenured, asshole.

Until I take his class.

Give me a professor who blushes when I smile at him in the morning. He blushes whenever his eyes land on me during his lecture. I wink at him every time. He’s so cute when he’s on the spot.

I would be the last one to pack up my things after he dismissed the rest of the class. I would take my sweet time sauntering up to his desk, smirk adorning my face like a royal sash. I certainly have the audacity of a prince.

I would corner him in front of his desk.

“I heard a rumor.”

“O-oh, did you?”

“A little birdie told me that you’re into men. He also told me you didn’t know it yet.”

“That’s not-”

I interrupt him with a finger pressed to his soft lips. His eyes widened. A lovely light pink illuminates his face.

“I’m not asking. See that desk behind you? You’re gonna bend over it.”

“T-this is highly unprofessional! I’ll go to the dean about this-” He squawks. I stop listening. He’s such a sensitive little thing. I bet if I let him keep talking, he wont even notice when I undo his fly. Fuck it. I’m sick of tiptoeing around it. I know he wants it.

I shove him backwards onto his desk. He goes limp. He moans as his back makes contact with the hard wood. Fucking slut. I tear off his slacks and he whimpers. It’s like he’s begging to be raped. The pants pool around his ankles, forming cloth shackles around his feet. There is a pair of scissors on the desk. I cut off his boxers. He shivers at the chill.

I want him to feel exposed all day. I want him to remember how easily I took his virginity. I stole his innocence. I want him to feel it in his bones.

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Twenty minutes later, I had him bend over his desk. He is lying face-down. His pretty face is hidden behind his crossed arms. He’s too shy to admit that he’s the one making those delicious sounds.

The ruler slides out of his slick cunt easily. I push it back in slowly. He whines in a high pitched voice. Next time I’m gonna rape him in a hall of mirrors, so he can’t hide that pretty face. I pull the ruler out quickly. The Professor moans and rubs his thighs together. So fucking cute.The cuteness aggression gets the best of me. He deserves to hurt.