𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖

just admit it

𝓛𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓪

The bell rings signaling the end of class. I close my notebook full of doodles and gather my belongings before following everybody else outside the classroom.

"Leila, may I have a word with you in my office?" James calls my name and I stop in my tracks. I turn around and swallow before nodding. I follow him down the same hallway and he's mostly silent.

When we're finally inside he closes the door a little too harshly and then locks it, which he never does. I raise a brow and place my bag on the seat.

"Is this about the recent assignment? I know I'm a bit late but I swear It's almost done"-

"Sit down." He snaps and I widen my eyes at his tone. I've never heard him speak this way to me before and it's a bit intimidating but also kind of hot. I slowly do as he says. He paces the room frustratedly while running his hands through his hair. He loosens his tie annoyedly and lets out a breath.

"What's going on...?" I ask slowly and he looks me dead in the eye.

"Why don't you tell me?" He crosses his arms against his chest.

"Professor, I have no idea what you're talking about." I tell him with those same innocent eyes that he licks his lips every time he sees.

"I received quite a few...intimate photos on my phone from an unknown number. Based on the wording it was a student, and my wife is demanding to know who it is." He says angrily and I can't help but giggle. He furrows his brows at my response which makes me begin to laugh.

I stand up and walk towards him slowly, he swallows and stands still watching me as if I'm a bomb about to explode any minute. I stop when I'm less than an inch away from his body and his breathing escalates as my fingers run themselves up his chest and straighten his tie.

"What exactly are you implying?" I whisper.

He clears his throat. "Based on my knowledge, I believe it was you."

"And what knowledge is that?" I ask him, but he doesn't dare to answer. "Have you been staring at my tits so much during our sessions that you're sure it's me in those pictures? Or have you memorized the shape of my collarbone, and the curve of my hips when I wear those tiny skirts just for you?" I say lowly while bringing my lips close to his ear. His eyes are dark and his jaw is clenched tight. "You think I don't notice how sweet you are with me? How the way you speak to me is so different from any of your other students."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He mumbles angrily, avoiding my eyes.

I grab his tie roughly and pull him close to me so that our lips are inches apart. "Just admit it, Professor, you secretly loved those pictures. Were you so frustrated that you touched yourself to them at night? Did you imagine me there with you?" I ask him with a taunting voice.

"That's enough." He blurts, but I keep going knowing I'm hitting a spot that he doesn't want me to see.

"Did you say my name when you finally came in your hand? Tell me-James, I'm dying to know exactly how much I turn you on"-

I gasp when he grabs the back of my neck roughly and crashes his lips on top of mine hungrily. I moan loudly at the feel of his tongue against mine. They fight for dominance as he walks us backwards towards his desk, I yank off his tie and pull apart his shirt hard enough for a few buttons to fall off and land on the floor. He grabs the back of my thighs and easily lifts me up on top of his desk. The both of us are out of breath as he takes off my top and throws it to the floor. His eyes take in my lacy white bra just before unclasping it. He gazed at my body in awe, touching and feeling all the right places.

We reattach our lips fiercely as he pulls off my skirt and my matching panties. He unzips his pants in a hurry and as soon as I pull down his boxers his dick springs free and I grin at how hard he is. His lips kiss down my neck as he teases my wet entrance. My mouth parts and my skin burns. "Yes..." I whine as he fills me slowly. He's so big that I throb around him. He grabs me by my hair roughly and fucks me so good that he has to cover my mouth to muffle my screams. "Fuck-don't stop. Please." I beg and he grunts before slowing down and doing longer, deeper strokes until I'm practically shaking and we come together.

He holds me close and I grab onto his broad shoulders, never wanting to leave his arms.