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Extra credit - Min Yoongi

You are sitting in Professor Yoongi's cramped office, surrounded by towering stacks of papers and books. His dark eyes peer at you over his wire-rimmed glasses as you squirm under his intense gaze. Your heart races as he leans in, offering you an alluring proposition to guarantee your passing grade. Your mind races as you envision the possibilities for this sexual encounter.

Stuttering you ask "Can you repeat that Sir? I don't think I heard you."

Professor Yoongi smirks, his hand idly thumbing through the pages of your test. "I think you heard me just fine, little one. Your options are simple: complete an extra credit assignment, or come to an agreement with me."

"What kind of agreement, Sir?" you ask shyly.

His smirk deepens. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm proposing. A little... private time with me, and your grade will be guaranteed. And who knows, you might actually enjoy it."

Slowly you nod your head. "When would this agreement take place, Sir?

"The sooner the better, don't you think?" Professor Yoongi leans close to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "How about tonight, after I'm finished grading papers? Meet me here, and we'll discuss the details."

You had been nervous all day to now be back in front of his office again. Your curiosity towards the details of the agreement rising.

As you step into Professor Yoongi's office, he looks up from his desk, studying you with an intense gaze. "Good evening, little one. I'm glad you could make it." He stands up and walks over to you, his hand brushing your cheek gently. "Now, let's get down to business, shall we?"

Professor Yoongi proceeds to detail all the sexual acts he desires from you, his words causing your heart to race in both nervousness and excitement. Your cheeks turn pink as you listen, feeling both embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Finally, he finishes and looks at you expectantly. "So, do we have an agreement?" he asks.

You nod your head, unable to contain your desire any longer. Without a word, Professor Yoongi springs into action, pressing you against the door and capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. You moan into his mouth as his hands explore your body, sending shivers down your spine. The sexual tension between you is electric as you both succumb to your desires.

Professor Yoongi wastes no time in hiking up your skirt, revealing that you are not wearing any panties underneath. He smirks and runs his fingers along your inner thighs, causing you to squirm with anticipation. He quickly slides two fingers inside you, finding you already wet and needy. You gasp at the sensation of his skilled touch and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as he continues to pleasure you.

You moan in frustration as Professor Yoongi stops pleasuring you before you can reach your climax. He unbuckles his belt, his gaze locked onto yours, and orders you to drop to your knees. You follow his command, feeling the cold floor beneath you. He pushes his trousers down, revealing his hard cock, and presses it to your lips. "Suck," he demands, his hand gripping your hair. You eagerly take him into your mouth, wanting to please him and feel him inside you.

Professor Yoongi's grip tightens on your hair as he starts to thrust into your mouth, fucking your throat without mercy. You gag as he hits the back of your throat, tears starting to stream down your face. He groans in pleasure, relishing in the control he has over you as he continues to use your mouth for his own pleasure. You struggle to catch your breath as he speeds up, his cock twitching.

Professor Yoongi pulls you off of his cock and bends you over his desk. He delivers a hard smack to your ass, causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain. He wastes no time in entering you as you gasp, feeling the fullness of him inside you. He grips your hips firmly, pulling you back onto his length as he starts to pound into you with ruthless abandon. You grip the edge of the desk, feeling the wood biting into your palms as he uses you for his own pleasure.

Professor Yoongi grasps your throat with one hand while his other hand fiercely grabs onto your hip. Your drool drips down your chin as he fiercely fucks you, his hips slamming into yours with no mercy. You gasp and moan, your entire body wracked with pleasure as he uses you for his own pleasure. You find yourself holding onto the edges of the desk for dear life as he continues to pound into you relentlessly.

Professor Yoongi delivers one final hard smack to your ass, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You feel your orgasm building rapidly, your muscles clenching tight around his cock as you cry out in ecstasy. He continues to fuck you relentlessly, driving you closer and closer to the edge until you finally come undone, clenching around him tightly as you let out a loud scream of pleasure. He continues to chase his own climax, his hips slamming into you with even more ferocity as he approaches his own peak.

As you lay there over-sensitive and basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you feel Professor Yoongi's hips stutter and then slam into you with one final burst of energy. His own orgasm takes him over and he fills you up completely with his release. After a few moments of catching his breath, he dresses himself and spits on your ass before turning to leave without a second glance. You are left feeling used and degraded, but at the same time, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having pleased him.

As you frantically dress yourself, trying to push away the disturbing feeling of being used so callously, your phone beeps with a new message notification. You glance at it and your heart drops to your stomach - it's a text from an unknown number, but it's unmistakably from Professor Yoongi. The message reads, "Can't wait for your next failed test". The veiled threat is not lost on you, and you shudder at the thought of what he might do if you don't continue to satisfy his twisted desires.