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Teacher's Pet (Nanami x Y/N)

this is my entry for @bordemm's collab! it is inspired by Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez (its super off the deadline, i kinda got obsessed with writing this. im so sorry bunny)

summary: who would have thought a chance encounter with a handsome stranger would lead to all of this...

tags/warnings: power imbalance, age gap (reader is early twenties, nanami is early thirties) unprotected sex, overstimulation, semi public sex (they're in an elevator) rough fucking, slow burn

wc: 6.5k

Didn’t I already see that pink-haired kid on the second floor?

It feels like you’re going around the building in circles. A bright blue number 2 mocks you as you turn towards the elevator doors once more. Shit. Exasperated, you call for an elevator car with a press of the button. Moments later, the car alerts you to its arrival with a bright ding. Stepping in without a care for your surroundings, you start scanning over your schedule. So absorbed are you in trying to figure out where your first class is that you don’t even see the person standing in front of you until you come in contact with their rock hard abdomen.

Damn, who works out this much?

Lifting your head with a wince, you find a handsome face laced with mild amusement already looking down on you.

“O-oh my god, I’m s-so sorry! Are you okay?” Cursing how breathy and nervous your voice sounds, you step back and around the attractive stranger, face burning.

“It’s quite alright.” He gives you a small smile, and impossibly, your face warms even further. “I should survive my injuries.”

The stranger’s smile shifts into a sly smirk before he looks away to continue reading the book in his hands, giving you a chance to study his features.

Immediately, you notice the small details that only add to his allure. Between the sharp lines of his cheekbones, chiseled into his face as if they were made of marble, and his perfectly blonde hair, each strand perfectly placed and unmoved. The color of his hair reminds you of the morning sun- undoubtedly bright but dangerous all the same. You were drawn in by his beauty despite the sense of danger about him, willingly caught in his orbit. Why am I thinking about him like this? I don’t even know his name or anything else about him other than the fact he’s hot as fu-

“Excuse me,” You were knocked out of your inner world by the stranger’s silky voice. Looking up once again, you saw the same smile he gave you when you collided earlier. God, how you want to do that again. “Are you getting off here?” You were entranced with your thoughts you hadn’t noticed the elevator had stopped and the doors were open.

“What? Oh, yes. Or at least, I think…” You glance down at your hand where you clutch your schedule, now wrinkled and splotched with palm sweat. “To tell you the truth, I have no fuck-, I have no idea where this class is. I’ve been looking for the past half-hour.” You give a small laugh to cover up your embarrassing admission.

The stranger chuckles with you. He turns towards you, inadvertently getting a little closer to you.

“Well, why don’t we exit this hellbox and I can take a look at your schedule to see if I can be of any assistance.” He lifts his arm in an effort to stop the elevator doors from closing, maintaining eye contact with you. The heat from your face spreads to the rest of your body and rests in your core.

“After you,” You step out and he follows.

“Oh, I really couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s fine. I’m sure I can find someone else to tell me where it is. You seem really busy.” You were so preoccupied with trying to hide your body’s reaction to what he did that everything you said ran together. It would be a wonder if he could understand you after that.

“Nonsense. I am already running late myself. This can be my good deed for the day.” He reaches for the paper in your hand. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers graze the back of your hand. You let him have it.

You’d let him have anything.

The blonde chuckles quietly to himself- you nearly don’t hear it. “Mm, well, you’re on the right floor. You just have to walk down this hall here and make a left. The lecture hall is right there.” He hands the schedule back to you and you breathe a sigh of relief now that you have no reason to wander around like a headless chicken anymore.

“Thank you. Truly. You’re a lifesaver.” You want to hug him, to touch him entirely this time, but you settle on raising your hand for him to shake. “Now, I just hope my professor won’t chew me out for being late the first day.” You cringe at the thought of being reprimanded on the first day.

“Hardly a lifesaver. I’m happy to help. As for your professor, I’m sure he won’t mind.” He says with a hint of humor.

“Thank you again.” You turn after waving to the man and nearly sprint down the hall so you’re not later than you already are. The door to your lecture hall appears in your line of sight and you speed towards it vehemently. The door slams behind you after you enter, alerting the rest of the class to your presence. Great, just perfect you huff to yourself. Scanning for an open spot anywhere in the hall, only to find a red-haired girl a few rows down wave you down and point to the empty seat next to her. You speed-walk to your spot and sit next to a guy who’s dark hair is styled in every direction and the same pink-haired dude you spotted a while back while roaming the halls.

“Thank you.” You said to the girl. “I have not been having the best of days today.”

“We’ve all been there, trust me. You should have seen this one on his first day last year. Went to the wrong classes for three days straight becuase he couldn’t find his assigned rooms” She points to pink-haired, who’s watching Megan Thee Stallion’s Tiny Desk concert on his computer without a care to anything else. The girl turns back to you with a laugh. “I’m Nobara by the way.” She lifts her hand for you to shake. You take it. “Are you new here?”

“I’m Y/N. Yeah, I transferred from my old university. It’s all so overwhelming here. It feels like a maze. They probably would have found me still wandering the halls like some ghost if this guy hadn’t helped me figure out where to go.” You smile, thinking back on the kind stranger’s sharp features and mysterious allure.

“Ooh, what’s that look?” Nobara pokes your cheek, where your teeth are sunk into the side of your mouth in an attempt to hide the smile threatening to show. “Must be some guy, huh?”

“I dunno. He was really cute and took the time to help me. That’s all it is really. I don’t think it’s going to be a thing or whatever. I’ll probably never see him again.” You shrug in acceptance.

The class is alerted to the presence of a new arrival by the slam of a door. Immediately, the class goes from a chorus of voices to a silence in the blink of an eye.

Everything moves in slow motion from the moment you lay eyes on the professor.

Oh, my god.

The demigod from the elevator was now right in front of you, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed across his wide, muscular chest. The same chest you were fantasizing about not even twenty minutes ago. Staring at the sea of students that were staring back at him, he clears his throat to speak.

“My apologies for my lateness, I had a meeting with the dean. The school is very set on me teaching you the basics of economics and not the complex systems put in place that hinder our progress as a society and lift up a select few. I am your professor, Kento Nanami. You can call me Mr. Nanami or Nanami, just not sir. That title is reserved for a select few and seeing as I am only about a decade older than all of you, I don’t need you making me feel older than I am. Now, as you may already know if you’ve seen my interviews or debates, I don’t believe there is one way of thinking, but in this class, I will require you to think radically. In order to do well in this class, you will need to break the rules. You’ll find that I like to break rules, too. It will not be easy, but I hope that the take away will be something that will stay without throughout the rest of your time here- maybe longer.” He smiles to himself and the energy in the room instantly relaxes. The students must feel the same thing you felt when you saw him smile at you earlier this morning.

“Now I’m still new to this, so I’d like to put names to faces instead of this insufferable list I was given.” He reaches behind him to grab a clipboard with sheets of paper attached. As your professor drones on running down the list of names attached to the faces in the hall, you slip into a daydream. You’re knocked out of your reverie suddenly when Nobara slaps your arm, leaving a stinging burn.

“Ow,” You whisper-hiss at her. She looks at you with wide eyes while pointing to front of the class, the end of her pointer finger lies the target of your mind’s affection.

“L/N?” He looks at you and his face contorts into the same look of shock that was plastered on you earlier.

“Yes. Sorry.”

“No need.” He says while looking down at the sheet. It seems you are the last name on the list as he tosses the clipboard aside and looks at you from his place at the bottom of the hall. There is an obvious height difference given you’re at the top looking down on his gorgeous face, but you and he both know the power lies with him. “Now the fun begins.”

To the unsuspecting class, it seems as though the professor is done with the necessary formalities for the start of class, but there is something menacing and devilish in his tone that sends a chill down your spine, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. Llike the snake slithering towards Eve in the garden, directing her towards temptation, towards the apple. The minutes whirred by and the bell rang to alert you all to the end of class. The chorus of bags zipping open, laptops and notebooks closing hums through your ears.

“Alright, well, thank you all for entertaining me this past hour and a half. Please come up to the front to collect your list of materials for this semester and your first assignment.”

The blonde reaches into his briefcase and digs out a stack of papers to the class. He places them on his desk and walks behind it to start packing his things back up. Your classmates stand and begin to walk down the stairs to the professor’s desk. You are one of the last students in your row packing up. Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi are all ready to leave when Yuji taps you on the shoulder to get your attention.

“We’re all going to the Boba Shop on University for lunch. Would you want to come?” He looks at the ground and rubs the back of his neck

“Um, yeah. That would be great! Thank you!” You respond eagerly, happy to be included in something for once.

The boy lights up. “Awesome! We’ll see you there!” He waves goodbye. Nobara raises her hand in a peace sign, Megumi lifts his hand in what could be considered a wave, but he drops his arm before you can wave back.

Once you’re all packed up, you hesitantly walk down the stairs. A pit starts to form in your stomach, you don’t have time to figure out if it’s the nerves of seeing the man that has been occupying your mind for the past two hours, or desire for him. Reaching the desk, you watch as The professor stops putting things away to look up at you.

“I see you’ve found the class.” There’s a hint of humor in his voice as he looks at you with curious eyes.

“U-um, yeah, I mean yes. Thank you again for your help. I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Or at all.

“Hm, looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other as luck would have it. That is if you don’t get lost again.”

His teasing has heat rushing to your face. You quickly look down to hide it.

“Not with your helpful directions.” You say breathlessly. You don’t mean for it to come out as flirty as it does, but your breath is about as steady as your heartbeat, which is racing a million miles a minute.

“I should hope not. I don’t take well to bad students.”

You turn to leave after waving goodbye. Your face still burning, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of your professor watching you leave, practically turn your clothes to ash.

The minutes turn into hours and before long, your first day is over. You rush to the Boba Shop to meet Yuji, Megumi and Nobara as planned. You walked in, scanning for their familiar faces when you see Yuji wave his hand excitedly.

“Y/N!” He practically shouts at you across the cafe.

“Dude!” It was the first time you had heard Megumi speak, his voice deeper than you expected. “You keep shouting like that, you’re gonna get us kicked out. Again.”

You giggle as you walk over to their table. Yuji pushes his pile of books out of the way in order for you to sit down.

“Hi!” You say as you slide into their booth. “Thanks again for inviting me.”

“Of course. Here we got you boba,” Nobara slides the drink to you. It goes from yellow to orange to red with little pearls of tapioca resting at the bottom. It’s hard to say you aren’t mesmerized by the combination.

“It’s the Miami Vice.” Yuji explains, “We weren’t sure what you’d like and it’s my favorite so you’re obligated to love it”

You take a sip and immediately the flavors burst in your mouth. It’s love at first sip.

“Oh, wow!!” You exclaim “This is really good!”

Yuji beams with pride as Megumi rolls his eyes. Nobara moves to speak.

“So….. how was the first day?”

You think back for a moment. It’s hard to say, really. Truthfully, you can’t remember anything past Economics. Your head has been in a daze ever since you exited the lecture hall. You can barely remember the rest of your teachers faces, all blurry in your mind, yet the one that remains clear in your memory is the only one that matters to you. You hear snapping in your ear and you blink, only for Nobara’s face to come into focus.

“Hellooooo” Her words elongated to grab your attention. “You do that a lot?”

“Do what?” You ask as you take another sip of your drink.

“Ummm, basically black out except your eyes are wide open and you look like this,” He unhinges his jaw and lets it hang low while drooping his eyes slightly

“Oh, yeah that.” You hide your face behind your cup.

“Oh, yeah that.” Nobara mimics you. “Your day was either wonderful or terrible based on that whole display.”

“It was fine, I guess. I think I just had normal first-day jitters. Switching universities half-way through my degree wasn’t ideal, I’m still a little frazzled about that.”

“Why did you transfer?” “My parents got offered jobs here and I would be stupid to pass up the free tuition. I still have loans out from my old school.”

“Oh, shit. What? Are they like professors here or something? Am I gonna get my ass handed to me in calc by your dad?” Yuji snickers.

“No...they’re...um…” You look up to see three pairs of eyes focused on you. The nerves start tensing your abdomen. “They’re the president and the dean …” You mumble. Anxiety takes over and you bury yourself in the over-sized sweater you’re wearing. You gather the courage to peek out of your knitted world and glance at the three faces frozen in shock in front of you. Great.

“Y-your parents...are the president and dean? The big dogs? The overseers? The watchmen? Big Brother? The-”

“Yeah, I think we get it, Yuji, thank you.” Nobara interrupts.

“Um, yeah.” You whisper.

“Shit.” They all say at the same time, all the while still dumbfounded by your revelation.

“Um, yeah.” You keep looking down, hoping it would help, It doesn’t.

“So, basically, you can do shit without getting in trouble?” Yuji’s question lightens the mood exponentially and you could breathe again. Everyone laughs.

“I don’t know about that. They were always pretty strict with me growing up. I couldn’t wear what all my friends wore, I was kept on a pretty tight leash. I’m surprised they let me move away for uni, but even that didn’t last long.”

“Well, I, for one, am happy that they work here. Without them, we wouldn’t have met you.” Nobara slings her arm over your shoulder and hugs tight. You smile.

“That’s one way of looking at it. Thank you guys for being so cool about it.”

“That’s what friends do.” Megumi says. Your heart swells with happiness. Friends. It’s been a long time since you had those. Maybe this school will turn out to be the best decision you have made in a long time.

“I DON’T GET IT” Yuji had been practically crying over the assignment Professor Nanami had given the first day of school for the past 45 minutes. You had agreed to help him with it because the fact of the matter was it’s Yuji. The puppy dog eyes he gives you stops any protest you were going to give in its tracks.

“There’s nothing to get, Yu” You explain to him, “It’s just asking what countries have struggled because of low gross domestic product and unemployment. You can Google this.” It’s easy for you to say. The assignment came pretty easy to you with example countries popping in your head immediately as you read the assignment. But you understood why Yuji was having such as hard time, he was a creative mind and as much as you could argue that economics was creative, it really wasn’t. It made sense why Yuji was bored. With a sigh, you slid him your paper with the answers and he beamed.

“I knew you’d cracked eventually.” With a smirk, he grabs the paper and takes a picture of it. “It’s not like I didn’t know, I just didn’t want to do it.”

“Hey! That’s so not fair!” It didn’t make sense to try to grab the paper back from him, he already had the answers on his phone. Instead, you just slumped back with a pout. “What’s going on here, kids.” Nobara came into the study room with a cardboard tray carrying your Starbucks orders. She handed you your drink of choice.

“Yuji manipulated me.” You tell her.

“Can’t manipulate you if you let me.” Yuji sings as he muches on a cake pop happily. You could smack him.

“Whatever.” You still pout.

Megumi looks down at your paper and laughs.

“You actually did Nanami’s assignment?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” You ask.

“It’s just that no one ever does the first assignment. It’s worth like, two points. Hardly puts a dent in your grade if you don’t do it.”

“Well, sorry I care to make an impression.” You murmur.

“Oh, you want to make an impression. Cute.” Nobara ruffles your hair. “Don’t even try to be one of those students that crushes on their professor. That’s bad news and you’re smart enough to know that.”

“Yeah,” Yuji chimes in, cake pop crumbs on his chin “One kid in my Japanese architecture class last year slept with his history professor.” He clicks his tongue before continuing “Dude was stupid enough to post photos of them on his Snap and got them both booted.I guess he’s fine cause word is he goes to some prestigious school in the east but the professor is like, done-zo. It was like, a whole ass scandal, so now she can never get a job, like ever. Sucks man. She was hot, too.” He hangs his head solemnly like he was talking about a martyr. The way Yuji was telling the story, in his mind, she was one.

“Well, thanks for that titilating story, Yu.” Megumi snides. “Not like she knew what she was doing.”

“How dare you-” Yuji was offended and ready to go to war for this professor.

Megumi holds up his palm to Yuji as a gesture to silence him. “There’s a power imbalance with the whole thing. Not to mention the morality issues attached. End of story.”

“Oh my god, enough of this whole rehashing.” Nobara was apparently done with the show the boys were putting on “Yuji, stop wishing you were the one banging the history professor. Meg, you should know by now you can’t make Yuji shut the fuck up. As for you,” She looks at you with a glint in her eye “Stop crushing on the professor. It’s gross and weird and in all honesty, I sit next to you, I really value my eyesight and to think of poor, innocent you trying to flirt with him makes me want to vomit a lung up. Think of the children, Y/N. Do you want to traumatize us just to get some dick?” She gives you the same puppy dog eyes that Yuji pulled earlier and smashes her face in between the boys’.

“You all are dramatic.” You huff “I never said I liked him like that. I didn’t want any of my teachers to think that I’m all high and mighty just cause my parents run the school. So, yes, I wanted to make an impression because I care. Even if the assignment’s only worth two points. It’s worth it to me.” You look up to see their faces laced with shame.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N, I took it too far. I didn’t mean to upset you and I’m sorry I did.” Nobara sighs.

“Me too.” Megumi looks at you and says. “I didn’t mean to dismiss your hardwork.”

“I have nothing to apologize for.” Yuji says, now on his third cake pop “That professor was smokin’.”

You all laugh and all is forgiven.

But deep down, you know that Nobara was right about everything. The crush, wanting to make an impression, everything. And you know it’s wrong. But something inside of you felt right when you thought of him, you felt right when you doze off, images floating in your head as you think about him, what he smells like, what he looks like when he smiles, what he tastes like…. Part of you wants those fucked-up fantasies to stay fucked-up fantasies. So they could never be cracked and torn apart by the harsh reality that they could never happen. But a bigger part of you wants to touch him, make him feel good, let him control your pleasure. And the bigger part becomes bigger and bigger, and the voice in your head telling you “no” is over-powered by the voice telling you “yes” until that was all you could hear. The reward outweigh the risks in your mind. You had to. Which is why….

In the next few weeks, your usual baggy sweaters were replaced by crop tops and you traded in your jeans for tight leggings. The next few classes, you went from sitting in the furthest row from the front to inching closer and closer to the object of your obsession. You explain to your friends that it’s just because your eyes were having trouble seeing what Nanami would write on the board, but you could see just fine. Perfect, in fact. Your confidence grew in class to the point where you were raising your hand to answer any question your professor would ask. Surely, he would have to have noticed how you went from a shy little mouse to this confident person in such a short amount of time. That had to be worth something to him, right? You were so confused and hurt when he barely paid attention to you. You were doing all of this for him, after all. No. You needed to do more. You needed him to notice you.

During the weekend on a trip to the mall with Nobara, you spotted an adorable plaid skirt. You had to have it. And so you bought it. On Monday, you paired it with a black crop top and your Docs. You hiked the skirt up high enough so that every step you took, your ass would peek out just enough. This had to do it. When you walked into class, you let the door slam behind you, but unlike the first time you entered the room, you didn’t care. In fact, you wanted the attention it brought to you. You sauntered down the steps to your seat in the front of the class. As you walked, you glanced up at the clock, 9:27. Nearly half an hour late. You took your seat and looked at your professor. He was looking right at you, and he looked irritated. That was all you wanted and you finally had it in the palm of your hand.

“Y/N, so nice of you to join us.” He looked pissed, but to anyone else, it seemed he was merely irritated due to your tardiness. But you knew it was something more. Your plan was working.

“Not a problem.” If you wanted this to work, you needed to play your part. And you were playing it well.

The professor clears his throat and continues on with what he was saying before you came in. You kept your hawk-like gaze on him and twirled your tongue around your pencil. Every so often, he would look at you, the fire behind his eyes burning brighter each time. You weren’t even paying attention. He was the only thing that mattered in that moment. He knew it, too.

The bell rang and with that the sea of students rose and shuffled out the double doors of the hall. But you didn’t stand. Your phone buzzes and when you check it, Megumi’s name pops up on your screen asking if you want to join the group at the Boba Shop after school. You quickly type out a yes and put your phone in your bag.

You rise and walk slowly to his desk, where he sits back in his chair looking at you. His arms are crossed across his chest and you imagine gripping as he pounds into you. You shake your head of the thought. You’d rather it be real. Once you arrive at his desk, you flip your bag to your front and reach into the pocket. You pull out shiny, red apple to wave in Nanami’s face.

“You know the apple is supposed to mean good health and happiness.” You toss the apple into the air and catch it. “Thought you might like one.” You place it on his desk.

“It’s also a representation of temptation.” Nanami adds. “Are you trying to tempt me, Y/N?” He raises an eyebrow. He looks so sexy like this.

“I don’t know what you mean,” You coyly reply. “I just thought you’d like this apple.”

“Hm,” You know he doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t have to for this to work.

“Have a good rest of your day, professor.” You emphasize the last part and turn on your heels to leave, casually swaying your hips as you walk back up the stairs.

As you wait for the elevator, you think back on today. You’re quite proud of your actions. You knew you looked hot in your outfit and you knew Nanami thought so, too. You couldn’t wait until he made a move and you could fuck him. You started to drift off into your own world again, filled with filthy thoughts of Nanami, until you were alerted to the ding of the elevator. You stepped into the car and pressed floor 1. The doors were closing and you leaned back, closing your eyes with a sigh. Until you hear the doors re-open and your eyes blink open. You see a hand in between the two elevator doors. The hand closes into a fist and in your view, comes the handsome blonde that has been the apple of your eye. He looks down at his wrist and re-adjusts his watch, it costs more than my tuition, you think to yourself.

“Hello, Y/N,” He says and chills roll down your spine landing in your core and lighting a fire only he can put out. His voice is husky and deep, filled with lust. “Quite the stunt you pulled back there, wasn’t it?” When he looks down at you, a dark cloud of desire overtakes his brown eyes.

You can’t speak. Every word gets stuck in your throat. You try and fail. He smiles at you. It’s a dark smile filled with sin. He removes his hand still trapping the doors open and steps into the car. He doesn’t stop moving toward you as he watches you like a lion watches his prey. He lifts his hand to your cheek and strokes it, almost lovingly. It’s in contrast with his other hand that’s inching its way up your leg. It hovers over your skirt. “Wore this just for me, hm?” Nanami asks as his fingers play with the hem. You don’t answer, gazing into his eyes. The hand on your face harshly grabs your chin. “I asked you a question, Y/N. I expect an answer. Did you dress like a little slut for me?”

“Y-yes.” You respond weakly.

“Why?” He gazes at you curiously as his hand probes your underwear.

“Because I want you.” You look at him and the look he gives you isn’t one of surprise, like you expected. But one of intrigued.

“Why do you want to tempt me, Y/N. Hm? Remember what I said you on the first day of class. I don’t take well to bad students. And you, my dear, have been very bad.”

Your underwear practically clings to your skin with your wetness. You can’t help but moan when Nanami ghosts his thumb over your pulsing clit.

“Do you know what I do to bad little whores?” His hand leaves your clit. He turns his arm behind him to press the stop car button and the elevator comes to a halt with a screech.

“I-I’m sorry.” You don’t know what else to say. Frankly, his tone of voice is scaring you a bit.

“Your pathetic apologies don’t do it for me, pet.” He places both of his hands on your shoulders and pushes you down to the floor. You look up with him with needy eyes and he chuckles. “You look good like this,Y/N.” His hand reaches down to his belt and he pulls it open. You reach for the waistband of his boxers as he lets his pants drop the the elevator floor. You pull his boxers down to join his pants and you’re lost for words as you stare at his length. He’s big, which comes as no shocker to you, but it’s actually pretty. His head is flushed a faint pink and your hand barely covers ⅓ of his length. You stick out your tongue to kitten lick his tip and he groans. You attempt to take him in your mouth but he stops you.

“We don’t have time for that, pet. Perhaps next time. But right now, I need to fuck you.”

You let out a sultry moan. He helps you on your feet and you stand, wobbly on your feet. Once you’re stable, Nanami holds your face in both hands and gives you a bruising kiss. It sucks the air out of your lungs. It’’s everything you imagined and more. It last for so long, but not long enough. When he breaks the kiss, your lungs burn form the lack of oxygen and your lips are swollen red. He smiles at you and you beam back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that the whole day.” He whispers.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you in the elevator.” He smirks at that.

“Well, I suppose we have time to make up for then. Lift your hips for me.” Nanami reaches behind him and up your skirt, to pull down your underwear. It bunches at your ankles. “I want you to keep this on,” He gestures to the skirt, “since you made such a big show of wearing it and all.” His hand snakes up under and grabs a handful of your ass. He lets go of it, but not before leave an angry, red handprint on your asscheek after spanking it. You gasp into his mouth and his teeth catch your bottom lip. He tugs on it with fervor. His fingers dance around your center before exploring your tight hole. He groans. “So wet for me.”

“All for you,” you reply. He groans again as he slips his length inside you. You mewl in pleasure as he pushes through the rings of tight muscle. “Fuck!” You throw you head back, entranced with pleasure. He continues until his length is pushed to a hilt and you’re properly full of him.

You hold on to him like he’s your anchor, your legs struggling to adjust. Nanami sees this and before you realize it, you’re in the air and pushed against an elevator wall. You wrap your legs around his slender waist for stability. The sudden change of position has you clench around his cock. Nanami continues the languid rolls of hips, every time hitting the spot inside of you that has stars bursting in the corners of your vision.

“As much as I would love to fuck you slowly, this is supposed to be your punishment. So, forgive me, but I’m going to have to start being quite rough with you.” As the last syllables leave is lips, Nanami speeds up his thrusts until the echoes of slapping skin fill the elevator car. Groans, moans and whimpers round out the chorus of sounds as you both work to reach your highs. “You’re such a fucking tease,” Every word puncuated by a particulary rough thrust. “You know that. What do you think your classmates will think of you now that they know you’re just a slut? Hm? Showing your ass to everyone today.”

You stare at his perfect face, the one you first gazed upon in the same elevator weeks earlier. The one that has been burned into your mind. A foreign feeling starts in your stomach and spreads to your chest. You reach out and press your finger to the bridge of his nose. You trace your finger up and to the space between his brows, which are currently creased with concentration. You press your fingers to the crease, as if the action would release the stress in his face. It’s not just focus from him fucking you, but stress of his work, his life. You want to take it all away. But you know you can’t. And so you settle for this. Because you can take it away for just a moment. And that’s good enough for you.

The pressure in your core builds to a peak and you can hardly register the orgasm Nanami has just given you. Everything stills for a moment and it feels like you're floating. Your legs shake in his hold and your hands grip his tense and strong forearms as a hold on reality. Nanami never stops thrusting into you and it’s not long before you’re whimpering with overstimulation. It looks like Nanami is in a trance as he finally comes undone and spills into your hole.

You two gasp for air as you gather your bearings. Once he knows you’re good to stand, he places you back on the ground. But not before giving you another harsh and passionate kiss. You moan in delight as he presses into your swollen lips. He looks at you and holds your face in his hands. HIs thumbs rub the apples of your cheeks. He shrinks down to stand on his knees and taps the inside of your thigh. You move your foot to the side to allow him to slip your underwear back up your legs. Now there’s only one barrier between him and his cum and you both know it.

“Keep it in for me.” He looks at you and says. You nod earnestly. He raises himself back onto his feet and picks his pants and underwear up from the floor to redress himself. He collects his briefcase from the elevator floor and slides his hand into his jacket pocket. When he removes it, in his palm is an apple. The apple you had given him. You both share a smile at that. He examines you with a scan of his eyes from head to toe, silently judging if you are okay for him to press the “start car” button.

“A-are you okay?” He asks and his tone of voice tells you he actually cares about your answer.

“Yeah. Are you?” You ask in response. He looks surprised that you asked him the same question, but like him, you cared about the answer.

“Yeah. That was- certainly something.” He rubs at the back of his neck. You giggle.

“You could say that, sure.” You smile at him. It’s a moment you two share that is completely silent, and that’s more than enough.

“T-thank you, um for that.” He says and you can tell he’s still nervous.

“I really should be thanking you. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve been thinking about this since we met.” You tell him in earnest.

He huffs a laugh in response. “What floor?”

“Huh?”

He gestures to panel of buttons. The “stop car” button is still pulled out.

“Oh! Um, my next class is on the second floor. You?”

“I’m going to my office. I’m on the first floor.”

Nanami presses the “stop car” button in to continue the elevator service and second and first floor buttons respectively.

The car alerts you to the second floor arrival with a ding. You give your skirt one last press with the palm of your hands and turn to the professor.

“I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Likewise.”

The doors open and you step out of the car. You turn back to face the professor, little flushed in the face and his leopard-print tie slightly off-center, but ever so handsome. You smile at him.

“Professor”

“Y/N” and with that the elevators begin to close, the last thing you see of the professor was his smirk as he takes a bite of the apple.

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