You wake up. Mind hazy, head pulsating, throat dry as the desert. "Ugh, I fucking hate hang overs", you groggily say to yourself. Trying to remember the events of last night left you laying in bed for whoever knows how long. Realizing it's Friday today, you use everything in you to get out of bed. "Can't afford to be late to Professor Kite's Physics class again", you thought to yourself. Neither having the energy nor patience to sit through another one of his lectures about punctuality. You don't even bother to shower and only drank water to wash down that hang over. After putting on a random outfit, you sped to the door. Just as you open it, you check your phone. 8:30 am. "Shit, late again", sighing in dismay.
It was quiet on the way there. Not surprising since everyone's probably in class already. The only thing you can hear is the pitter patter of your feet as you rush through the halls. You start to hum a little tune to distract yourself. Anything to keep you company in the silence. You just wanted the week to be over already.
You arrive at the auditorium's doorstep. Opening the door triggered a squeaky noise. Everyone's eyes turned to you like daggers. This doesn't phase you anymore since it's happened all week.
"Sorry for being late again Mr. Kite, won't happen again I promise." You said nonchalantly. "I certainly believe you after hearing that for the fifth time this week.", he says sarcastically. "I hope you're ready for another lecture, Ms. (y/n).", he continues. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, don't be late next time or else I get reprimanded. Can we just get on with the lesson already.", you retort, visibly annoyed. He rolls his eyes and turns back to the white board.
You take your seat and doze off to the distance. Centripetal force... blah, blah, blah... Velocity... blah, blah, blah... Fc = mac... blah blah blah... You really didn't have the energy to care. He was just going on and on about things you saw insignificant. Physics is a pain and so is the professor. "Just might switch out next semester.", thinking to yourself. You put your head down and start counting sheep.
You were about to fall into slumber when suddenly... "OWW!!", you yell sitting up. You notice a marker on your desk. You figure someone threw it on your head to wake you up. "Who the hell just did that!?", yelling again. Your voice echoing throughout the auditorium. Once again, everyone stares at you. Not even bothering to say a word. "It was me, Ms. (y/n). I hope I didn't bother your morning nap, but this is college Physics. I expect you to take this class seriously.", Professor Kite says in a deep tone. "I want you to stay after class today and have a little chat about your recent behavior.", he continues. You sigh heavily, rolling your eyes at his commands. Resting your face on the palms of your hands, you try your best to stay awake for the remainder of the period.
It felt like hours had gone by since you got there. Your eyes felt droopy, yawning nonstop, zoning out was the best thing you could do in replacement of napping. "Ms. (y/n)", Professor Kite called out. Your eyes dart to him. "Tell me, who discovered the gravitational constant of proportionality? Since you've been paying attention, I assume you'd know the answer.", he says raising a brow. "Uhmmm... Albert Einstein??", hesitantly, you respond. You hear some giggles from across the room. If leaving was an option, you would've done it by now, but knowing your professor, he probably would've chased you down the halls and dragged you back. "Henry Cavendish Ms. (y/n)... Come on we've been over this the whole week. Try and keep up please.", Professor pleaded, tired of your behavior. "Hmmm... I suppose you wouldn't mind tutoring sessions after today. You certainly need a lot of help with this. We'll discuss further after class alright?", he decided. This was the final straw. "What??!! Are you serious right now?? Why can't you just be a normal professor and let me fail? No need to chase me around doing all this unnecessary...", your fit was cut off with the bell ringing.
Everyone starts to pack up and a crowd forms. "Maybe I can make a stealthy escape by blending in with them.", you thought to yourself. "Ehemm... Ms. (y/n), that old trick won't work on me.", Professor Kite says, stopping you from leaving. "Come, move to the front. So we can have our one on one.", motioning you to your spot. You grabbed your things and mumbled unspeakable words on your way there. You plopped your things on the ground and sat down. "You're behavior continues to baffle me Ms. (y/n). Never knew you would throw a fit in the middle of class.", he says calmly, his eyes cold as ever. "I honestly don't know what's gotten into you this week. You've never caused me this much trouble. So tell me, what's been going on? I genuinely care for my students.", this time his tone changed. He sounds softer? "I know it's rare for a college professor to be this way, but I'm concerned about each and everyone's well beings.", he continues. This left you too dumbfound to respond. Never in your life have you seen this side Professor Kite. You knew he cared about his students, but he was usually frigid about it. Even his eyes softened a bit. All you could do was stare. Eyes never leaving his.
Examining your professor, you notice all the little details about him. His ashen porcelain skin, his luscious snowy locs, his now soothing eyes. You couldn't figure out where all this tension came from. Probably because both of you are alone in this hollow auditorium. But suddenly, you just came to the realization that this man was absolutely gorgeous. You were in a trance. His eyes never left yours either. He might have caught on to the traction. You just had the biggest urge to grab him and lock lips. And so you did.
Oh how it felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. You loved the thrill of the risk, but deep down you knew this couldn't last. You pull away for a moment. "I'm so sorry about that professor. I don't know what's gotten into-", and he went in again. You hesitated for a moment, but eventually returned the kiss. He pulls away. "No need to apologize Ms. (y/n). But you should know to never start what you can't finish.", he whispers to your ear seductively. You change your tone to match his, "Oh, I know what I'm doing, professor~". This made him gulp. You notice this and giggle. "Cute.", you thought, feeling confident.
You noticed a tent forming on his pants. This got you excited thinking about all the dirty things you would do to this man. This time, you wanted to take charge. You cup his bulge in the palm of your hand. Slowly massaging it, you watch him hiss. Grabbing the back of his head, you smash your lips into his. You sit on his lap as you feel this man melt into you like butter. "Mmmh... ngghh... Ms... (y/n)... p-please~", his little whimpers and moans had you soaking. His scent intoxicating and his lips sweet like honey. You couldn't get enough of this man. Who knew you would become his biggest weakness. It felt like you two were the only ones left in the world. It was amazing.
You move in closer and sit on his bulge. "Aaaaah~ Right there~", he yelps. You giggled at his words. And you start nibbling at his ear. "I never knew you were this fragile, professor~ And you were the one warning me earlier. Now I have you wrapped around my finger.", whispering, sending shivers down his spine. You make your way down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt. Giving his chest little marks and kisses, you begin to suck on one nipple and play with the other. "Fuckk~", he hissed. You knew you were doing a good job and felt proud of it. He could feel you smirk while playing with his sensitive buds.
After you were done with his tits, you get down on your knees, signaling what you're about to do. He caught on and slid down a bit on his chair, opening his legs to give you more space. You begin to unbuckle his pants. "Y-you know, we can't let anyone know about this right, Ms. (y/n)?", he stutters. This was an obvious yes, "My lips are sealed, professor~".
