Your hand instinctively reached out for your phone and you read the time, 11:55 a.m. An impatient sigh slipped past your lips, fingertips lightly tapping an erratic rhythm against the wooden surface of the desk.

“I believe, that’s enough for today’s class.” Yuta pursed his lips, having finished a tedious class of philosophy. “Any questions?” He questioned, fleeting eyes searching for any confused students but he was only met with dead eyes.

“Ah, very well then.” He smiled and soon the lecture hall was filled with a low cacophony of students mumbling among themselves, sounds of books being stuffed inside backpacks and bags zipping.

In an almost zombie like state you soon exited the hall yourself. Instead of heading off to the cafeteria like the rest of your classmates, your marched off towards the dormitories in a dire need of sleep.

Two weeks had flown by quicker than you realized and you huffed out a sigh of relief the moment you closed the door behind you. Exams were officially over and you were now both mentally and physically ready to welcome the sweetness of summer break.

“How’d it go?” Your friend’s query came once you approached him.

“I think I might’ve passed.” His face lit up at that statement. “Barely.” You added and his smile faltered.

“Oh, come on, we’re not all as good as you are, Johnny. Some of us just suck.” You rolled your eyes and he frowned at your words. You knew he hated when you talked like that about yourself and he had expressed his discontentment before.

“Or you’re just lazy.” He jeered with the slightest quirk of his lips.

“Hey! I work hard.” You punched his shoulder, offended. Although, you were really in no place to be since that statement was partially true. However, you liked referring to it more as procrastination. “Hard enough to borderline pass all my classes.”

“Sure, Jan.” Johnny sniggered and studied your retreating form, angrily stomping away from him, before he shook his head and followed you.

“So, did you actually pass Mr. Benson’s class?” Johnny asked, before taking a sip of his double shot Espresso.

Johnny’s question caught you off guard and you stopped mid bite and he stared at you with a frown that mirrored yours. “The results haven’t come out yet, though. How should I know?” Your query came out slow and hesitant.

“They did? I checked this morning.” He said and then proceeded to show you his own grade, which was very much there unlike yours.

“What the fuck?” You asked softly, appetite now gone. “You’ll have to excuse me for a moment.” You threw your half eaten sandwich on the plastic tray and headed over to the secretary’s office.

Behind a large desk, the secretary sat seemingly engrossed in a book she was reading.

“Excuse me,” You spoke up, voice timid and got her attention.

“How may I help you?” She asked sweetly and listened carefully as you explained her problem. However, her troubled expression indicated that she wouldn’t be of much help. After some shuffling through a stack of papers, she fished out the one she was looking for and handed it to you.

“This is the printed out version of the grades I got from the professor.” She explained while you skimmed through the names until you had found yours. Your predicaments were right, you had borderline passed. Although you were happy about that, it was still a problem because the grade hadn’t gone through the grading system and there was no grade. And that would be a hassle because it would only mean that you would have to retake the course.

“You should probably contact Mr. Benson and ask for a reexamination.” The young looking secretary gave you a sad smile. Mumbling a soft thank you, you were soon out of the office. Not wasting anytime, you decided to email the professor himself.

Needless to say he almost chewed you out and somehow blamed this on you, saying something along the lines of ‘doing it merely to get a higher grade’. In he end he reluctantly agreed to a second examination at his office a week from now.

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek as you say at a chair on the hallway outside from his office, impatiently shaking your leg up and down. About thirty minutes had passed since Mr. Benson was supposed to be there but apparently it seemed you were stood up. By your own professor. On your examination day. To say you were pissed would be an understatement.

“Can I help you?” A soft male voice caught your attention and out of all people it had to be Yuta.

The young hot student teacher you’d be ogling the entire semester. It was futile, denying you attraction towards him at this point, especially being this close to him. He stood in front of you, clad in soft creme slacks and a light blue long sleeved shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his smooth forearms and the shadows his muscles casted on his milky skin. Soft brown hair was parted a little to the side, part of his forehead showing, glistening with a sheen of sweat, the temperature rising as summer approached.

“Oh my god,” You sprung up to your feet and approached him, the sudden action shocking him a tad bit. “Please, this is urgent. I was supposed to have a reexamination but Mr. Benson bailed on me and I really need to pass this class. Can you please do it in his place? Please?” Your ramble was over, eyes wide and desperate.

He only let out a chuckle in response, followed by a dazzling smile. “I guess I could do this favor, just for you. Come in.”

Truth be told you weren’t a very religious person but the moment he uttered those words, you felt like dropping on your knees and pray, or for a different reason altogether.

You sat on the chair in front of the desk without saying anything, truly entranced by the beauty he possessed. It was only after a few seconds of him staring back at you to notice that and you instantly broke away, a raging bushfire burning the apple of your cheeks. You were caught red handed.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, partly feeling self conscious while the rest of him felt flattered.

“Oh, n-nothing.” You stuttered. Never in your life had you ever wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Maybe except that one time in ninth grade during a friend’s pool party when your strapless swimsuit bra came undone.

“Ah,” He mused with a sly smile. “I see how it is.” He said and practically drank you up with his eyes. His gaze on you meaningful and almost predatory like. You swallowed thickly at his words, beads of sweat forming behind your ear and nape of your neck, hairs sticking onto the wet skin.

“So,” he began after a few seconds, questioning on your knowledge regarding the forms of syllogisms found in the philosopher’s work. Obviously, you were in no place to form a coherent sentence, the nerves getting the better of you.

“Are you okay?” His concerned voice asked, genuine worry gracing his features.

“I’m just really nervous that’s all.” A breathy sound of a whisper came past your lips, even you yourself were shocked at how nervous you sounded that moment.

Yuta got up from his seat and walked around the desk over to where you were sitting. “Do you want some water?” You nodded and he offered you his unopened water bottle.

You mumbled in gratitude after two long needed sips. The corners of your mouth lifted up a bit, tiny ghost of a smile over your lips, only for it to falter when you felt a warm touch on right where your shoulders meet your neck. “A massage always helps ease the nerves.”

“I,” You exhaled sharply. “I don’t think that’s the case here.” The words soft yet bold on your lips. Upon hearing them, Yuta’s hand halted, his touch scorching on your skin.

“Oh? Is that so?” His voice velvety smooth above you. “Do I perhaps make you nervous.”

You swallowed thickly. “Yes.” The tremble in your voice confirming your statement.

“Is there something I could do to help?”

“Pardon?” With a quick turn of your head you looked up to look at him, only to find him looking at you with an unreadable expression, eyes dark.

“How can I help you relax, I mean.” He rephrased his previous query, his fingers kneading the taut muscles on your shoulders. “I can think of plenty of ways, if that’s fine by you, I mean.” He continued, his voice significantly deeper and huskier.

“Ways? What ways?” You asked, the innocence in your voice almost feigned for a part of you knew what he meant.

“I can only show you if you consent to it.” He spoke such words so simply and effortlessly whereas you were almost crumbling, feeling grateful you were sat on a chair. Had it been differently, your knees would’ve gave in and you would’ve found yourself on the floor.

A low accidental whimper escaped your parted lips and you almost cursed your hormones for causing your body to react that way. Yuta let out a breathy chuckle, fingertips now softly caressing your skin, the moving to your hair, pushing it on one side.

“Please.” The soft utterance of the word came out in a mewl that had your cheeks burning red at how needy you sounded.

“Is that a yes?”

Not faltering one bit, you repeated your plea. “I-yes, please.” Much louder and confidently. To back out now when one of your wildest, filthiest fantasies was about to come true would be foolish of you.

In one swift move, you found yourself whisked to your feet and pressed against a toned chest. Arms secured around you tightly, trapping you flush in his embrace.

“Times and times I’ve thought about this. You and I,” he inched dangerously close, hot breath fanning over your lips, the faint smell of coffee he had earlier that morning still lingering. “Alone, here in this office.” A smirk crept up on his lips as he finished his fantasy.

Head now buried in the crook of your neck, he let out a soft chuckle against your skin. “God,” he paused and swallowed thickly. Thoughts of you raked his mind, you always looking up at him doe eyed and innocent while his ministrations where nothing but. Countless of fantasies consisted of him doing filthy things to you and the thought of it possibly coming true had his mouth turning dry. “The things I want to do you.” He groaned softly.

“Such as?” You managed to croak out, voice thick with want and need. Soft kisses were placed on the side of your neck as a form of response, wet trail leading up to your jawline and stopped at the corner of your lips, ever so teasingly.

“I believe it’s best I show you.” Yuta hummed softly, eyes searching yours for some sort of confirmation, a green light to go on. The slightest nod of your head was all the permission he needed before he connected his lips with yours.

The exchange was fervent, ardent, deep. It was everything in one kiss, words unspoken, feelings surfaced, all tension between you released. Tongues lapped against each other, his exploring your cavern. Fingers tangled in each other’s hair, soft moans intermixed with heavy breathing, bodies pressed flush against each other.

“Sit on the desk.” His command was gentle, all authority lost in the mumble of his lips against yours and you sat back on the edge of the large mahogany desk. One hand remained wrapped around your waist while the other one moved to carelessly push off any times that seemed to be in the way.

Reluctantly, he let go to take a seat on the leather guest chair. Not wasting time, his hands pulled your trembling thighs apart, giving him access to your clothed core, but before diving in he teased his way up.

Thankful on acting on your instinct that morning, you had decided to wear a pleated high waisted skirt that reached mid thigh. Predictably, your plain white undies were visible beneath the skirt, especially laid out, spread wide open for Yuta like that. A sudden wave of heat set your whole body ablaze, your core aching for any form of release.

For a moment Yuta just sat there, hands on your knees keeping your legs apart as he admired the sight in front of him. His chest heaved, his heartbeat accelerating at the rush of want that washed over him. He took his time silently appreciating you; from the way the apples of your cheeks and round lips were a deep red hue, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the smooth expanse of your spread out thighs and foremost your dripping sex, the thin fabric of your panties sticking on your folds, drenched in your arousal and all that because of him. All for him.

“You’re breathtaking.” He managed to breath with full grin out despite the overwhelming nature of the situation.

“Ngh-“ You keened and your hands trembled to keep your body weight before they gave out and you rested on your elbows. “Please touch me.” The plea rippled through your throat more desperately than you intended which earned you an amused chuckle.

“Good things come to those who wait.” He reprimanded you and placed a soft kiss on the inside of your left thigh, a little above where his hand rested on your knee. Pillowy lips lingered on your skin a tad longer than supposed to, adding fuel to the fire burning hot at the pit of your stomach.

Another whine. “Please, I’ll be a good girl.” Another kiss was placed on your inner thigh, this time his soft canines grazed your skin softly before advancing to suckle on your thigh. Yuta abused your skin, painting you with angry red and purple hues, his lips inching dangerously to your center, halting on the apex of your thigh and, oh, so close to where you wanted him.

He placed another kiss on the juncture where your thigh meets your abdomen, purposely avoiding your aching core, kissing anywhere but.

“Stop teasing.” You mewled at the feeling of this lips on your hip bone, your skirt was now bunched up in your stomach.

“Ask nicely and I’ll consider.”

A silent curse fell out of your mouth and you threw your head back in exasperation and pent up sexual tension. “Yuta, touch me, please. Make me feel good.” You whined, the sound almost pornographic.

No response came from him, instead, sinful hands made their way up your thighs, fingernails digging soft crescents into your skin. Urging him on, you weaved your fingers through his hair and tugged at the roots softly, earning a low throaty groan from him.

“God, I want you so bad.” He moaned against your skin, fingers hooking around the waistband of your undergarment, forcefully pushing it down your legs and bunching it up in his palm. Sending a sly smirk your way, he held your gaze as he brought his hand closer, inhaling your essence. “You smell so good.”

He let out a chuckle at your widened eyes, jaw slack open in shock at the obscenity of his action. Despite that, it reeled you on even more.

“I bet you taste just the same.” He murmured and placed a deep kiss to your core, enveloping your nub with his pillowy lips.

A loud moan filled the room, combined with the sounds of his kisses on you. His lips moved languidly, starting off with open mouthed kisses against your core before wrapping around each fold, sucking softly.

Skillful lips then wrapped around your clit once again, nipping and sucking softly the tip of his tongue working wonders on you, his wet muscle circling around your clit in a rhythmic pace. Slender fingers looped around your quaking thighs in an attempt to still you beneath him. His lustful gaze met your own whilst his tongue licked a strip along your slid before sliding in, fucking you with his soft muscle. Loud mewls overpowered his low groans against your core, the vibrations of his baritone pulling at the right coil inside of you.

“Fuck me, please.” You panted with a hint of impatience. While you thoroughly enjoyed his foreplay your deprived body longed for him to fill you up to the hilt and fuck you in a way only he knew.

“You’re so eager for me, I can feel it, taste it.” He chuckle lowly his lips grazing agains you slightly as he spoke, referring to your wetness.

“Please, Yuta.” His name came out in the form of a high pitched whine. Usually, Yuta would enjoy excessive teasing and foreplay but given the current circumstances he opted otherwise, seeing how much of a mess you had become. You were putty in his hands.

“Since you keep asking so nicely.” He trailed off, standing up on his feet. A sudden wave of adrenaline coursed through his body, for a moment he swore he felt like a young excited teen for what he was about to do. With a smile he reached for his pocket where he usually kept his wallet inside of which there was always a condon for emergencies like this.

With a toss, the wrapped latex fell next to you and Yuta proceeded with undressing himself from the bottom down, not bothering with his button up shirt. In one tug, both his pants and cotton boxers were slid down his thighs, pooling around his ankles. You watched with lustful eyes as his erect member sprang free from its confines, white beads of precum leaking from the tip of his head. As much as he wanted to feel your lips wrapped around his cock, he gave himself a few good pumps. With one hand wrapped around the base of his length, he reached for the condom with his free one and hastily tried to rip the packaging open. He was successful in less than a couple of seconds and carefully rolled it down his length.

The room was still and silent for a moment, no other sound than your labored breathing. The rise and fall of your chest grew quicker, at the feeling of him inching closer, his skin warm against the back of your thighs. Yuta kept his gaze on you whilst he slid his tip up and down against your slit before slowly easing the head in your entrance.

The pair of you let out content sighs simultaneously of him sliding inside of you so easily. He had to still once fully inside, one reason being to let you adjust to his size; the other and main reason was he had to calm down for a few seconds so as not to ravage you right on top of that desk. A few needed seconds passed before you bucked your hips against him and he immediately began moving against you. The pace he had set was slow and rhythmic, pushing almost all the way in before sliding back out again with just the tip inside of you.

“Please, faster. Fuck, Yuta...” Your plea trailed off in a whine, legs tightening around his slim waist in an attempt to urge him to fuck into you faster. Yuta needn’t be told twice for he happily obliged to your soft demand, his thrusts growing deeper and faster, his skin slapping against yours each time he buried himself to the hilt inside of you.

Yuta buried his head in the crook of your neck and you felt a soft, wet kiss planted on the side of your neck. “Mm, you feel so good around me. So tight; it’s perfect.” He groaned against your skin, his hot breath tickling the spot lightly. Moments later, slender fingers trailed down your stomach and settled on your hardened nub, rubbing rough circles.

The sudden action caused you to clench around his member, eliciting a moan from him that mingled with your high pitched ones in a cacophony that somehow fell sweet to your ears. With each passing second his thrusts grew faster and he positioned your legs over his shoulder that provided him with a deeper angle. The rut of his hips hitting you in a newly found angle, in just the right spot.

Your hands found their way on his back, fingernails harshly digging onto his clothed back while both his fingers and his hips worked hard to tip you over the edge with each calculated movement. His name fell past your lips in a chant like a mantra, the coil inside the pit over your stomach tightening and threatening to snap any second.

Your walls clenched around him, thighs beginning to shake signaling your approaching climax, which only made Yuta pick the pace on his fingers. Judging from the sloppy thrusts, he was about to tap out soon too.

“Just like that, fuck!” A loud cry ripped through your throat and in that moment you were just reminded you were in an office, the door unlocked meaning anyone could walk in on both of you, but you could care less. In fact, it turned you on more than you’d like to admit.

Yuta wore a smirk on his face as he watched you unravel beneath him; head pushed back, eyes shut, mouth hanging open, panting. All that because of him, the thought of that just drove him closer to the edge. He marveled the sight of you arching your back against him, your high pitched moans, getting stuck in your throat, your upper body stilling. It came like a crescendo, the immense pleasure building up into your sweet release that led to your climax. Euphoria came crashing over you in a short staccato that Yuta tried to prolong by slowing down his pace just a little. Moments later he regained his frantic pace against your oversensitive core, your loud mewls overpowering his low pitched groans.

You could feel he was close, able to tell fro maybe way his member twitched inside your walls and his heavy breathing. “God, I’m gonna cum, I-I’m so close.” He grimaced as he was fucking himself into you, closer to his own release. It only took him about ten seconds more for his hips to stutter against yours, all movement ceasing as he spilled into the condom with a groan.

The both of you stayed like that for what felt an eternity, him still lodged inside of you although he had began to go soft. Reluctantly, he pulled away and quickly discarded the condom. You fixed your clothes silently and studied his stature carefully as he pulled up his pants. Now that it was all over it seemed that neither of you really knew what to say, an awkward silence looming over you. As much as you hated it, you tried to remain silent in fear of making things even worse.

Yet, you still caught yourself speaking up first. “So,” you paused and swallowed thickly, his curious gaze on you. “Did I pass?” The question caught him off guard, surprise evidently showing on his face before it was quickly masked with a sly smirk.