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Confident.
That was what you felt, you had spent more time researching and analyzing for this essay than before. Megumi and Naritoshi ー students in the class with the highest average scoreー was kind enough to even give you pointers about the part you could improve. It was 11PM when you finally finished it with a 'it's good' from them. You were confident, excited even for this class for the first time in the whole semester.
The day you selected Professor Naoya Zenin's law class as an elective, you didn't know you were standing at hell's front door. Being an engineering student, you thought Professor Sukuna's class was the trenches of hell that anyone could reach, oh how wrong you were.
Professor Naoya didn't bother hiding the fact that you were inferior to the others in his class which was made up of all guys. He would make sure you know and accept that you are indeed inferior. He would constantly call on you on complicated case studies, knowing you were going to struggle since law wasn't your major. The way you answer with a stutter would always be answered with a scoff. “This is why academia isn't befitting for a woman, why don't you help everyone by dropping out and find a husband?”
Your knuckles would clench so hard at his words, turning it white. Megumi or Noritoshi would sometimes back you up on your answer, explaining how your feedback and interpretation was correct albeit just needing some theories to back it up. It was reasonable for you to not know, this was your first law class, what theories would you know beforehand?
Sitting down on your chair, second row and a bit to the right, the placed all your belongings on the table. Your essay tucked in your clear folder. The idea of dropping this class was not a rare thought, you always had it everyday since you always felt dread every time it was a friday. It was the end of the week and yet you would always feel so very drained because of Professor Naoya's constant belittling. Just an hour after the hellish experience with Professor Naoya, you have a class with Professor Nanami, even if he was quite hard on the grades, you always enjoyed his class. At least, you have something to look forward to.
The class was pretty packed already, even though you haven't seen any sign of Megumi or Noritoshi. Your eyes trailed to the clock on the wall, 7.54AM, there was still enough time to freshen up a bit more so you decided to go to the bathroom. Leaving your belongings in class, a decision you would soon regret for the rest of your life.
The moment you stepped out of the class, you see Professor Naoya and one of your classmates (Mahito, was it?) talking at the end of the hall. You took this as a sign to hurry and finish your business, not wanting to be late, Professor Naoya hates it when his students are late.
Megumi was there when you got back, you bid him a quick 'Morning!' which he answered with a curt nod. He seemed to notice how you were more excited for today's class and you didn't miss the slight curve on the side of his lips. “Excited?”
You nodded as you sat down on your seat next to him. “Yup! Gonna prove that asshole I'm more than what he thinks of me.”
Megumi made sure to let you know you have his ultimate support, he wanted to see Professor Naoya to be put on his place. Especially by you, a girl, who Professor Naoya thinks is inferior.
The conversation between you came to a stop as the said asshole came into view. Class immediately went dead silent beside the ruffling of paper, books, and bags. Striding towards the table in front of the room, he placed his books before turning towards the class.
“Essays on my desk.”
Everyone scrambled on their feet, some taking their time to go through their bag. You were one of the latter, going through your clear file to find the essay you worked your ass off the last week. Megumi went ahead to submit his essay, dropping to briefly to the stack before going back to his seat, not wanting to be near the professor longer than a second.
Waiting patiently at his seat, looking how one by one everyone submitted their essays and going back to their respective seats. His attention turned towards you, who was frantically going through your bag, he could see the panic in your eyes. “Y/N?”
“I-it's not here, Meg, I swear I brought it with me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.
“Are you sure? Maybe you missed it.” You shook your head.
“I checked three times, I'm sure I put it in my folder-”
“Ms. L/N.”
Professor Naoya's voice stopped your frantic search, freezing you instantly on your spot. He never called you by your name, it was always ‘Oi’ or ‘Woman’, was he even allowed to address you in such a way? You didn't dare look at him, your eyes were glossy and you could feel your tears coming but you hold back. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Gathering enough courage, you finally looked up at him and was met with his amused expression.
Fucking bastard.
“Essay on my desk, woman.” You stayed silent, a million thoughts running through your head on how you were going to explain that your essay just disappeared into thin air. “Well? You're holding back the whole class.”
You took a deep breath, trying to calm your frantic beating heart. “I-I lost it.”
You wish you could punch the amused smirk off his face. “Lost it? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.”
“I swear I brought it with me! It was just right here-” The panic in your voice was apparent.
“Stop,” you did and you see Professor Naoya's finger ordered you to stand up. Slowly, you did and you missed to see the satisfied smirk adorning his handsome face, what an obedient girl. The smirk disappeared as quickly as it came. “You're clearly unable to keep up with my class, get out.”
Even with the constant belittling, you know your worth, you know you could pass his class. He would constantly doubt you, question you but you put up with every single one of it. This is the first time he actually told you straight up, in front of the whole class to get out. Your mouth parted in shock and your throat felt dry, anything you were about to say to him was thrown out of the window as you stood there, whole body shaking.
Megumi shared a look with Noritoshi, they were living and breathing proof on you actually did your work. With a silent nod, he stood up, catching the attention of Professor Naoya. With an eyebrow raised, the expression on his face turned to annoyance.
“Pardon me, professor, I was with L/N when she wrote and finish her essay-” Megumi was not even able to finish his sentence before Professor Naoya cut him off.
“I didn't ask.”
“She could go out and re-print-”
“I. didn't. ask.”
A shiver ran down Megumi's spine at the malicious tone but he stood his guard. They may be cousins but oh how he wished he could punch Naoya's face right now. He always knew his cousin was an asshole but he did not expect it to be on this level.
A screeching of a chair's legs against the floor indicated someone stood up. Megumi turned his head to see Noritoshi standing up a few rows away from them. His expression calm, eyes closed as how he normally is.
“Professor, with all due respect, I, too, was there when Ms. L/N finished her essay. There is still time in class, she could reprint her essay in the library for her submission. It may seem like playing favors but with how you treat her, it seems fair, does it not?”
His tone was calm, collected, calculated, and full of respect but Megumi knew, Noritoshi was calling out Professor Naoya's ill attitude towards you. Both men could see how Professor Naoya's eyes narrowed dangerously, his jaw tight. He was angry, they knew, but it was necessary.
Professor Naoya's hand gestured them to sit before pointing at you. “My office after class, bring your stupid essay.”
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The wooden door of his office felt threatening to say the least. The height almost reached the ceiling and the knob was glistening, shining as if there was a person in charge to clean it daily. Your essay had been reprinted at the library and you held it close to you as if it would disappear once again if you let go, crumpling the sides of it. Your heart thumped so hard you could hear it in your ear, the small voice in the back of your mind was shouting for you to leave and you wish you had the ability to listen to it. But alas, you knew Professor Naoya would just give you more hell if you bailed out on him. Taking a long deep breath, you finally gathered enough courage to knock on the door. Footsteps was heard from the other side of the door before it finally swung open, your professor standing high and mighty with his black blazer discarded.
Professor Naoya step aside, giving you space to walk inside. Honestly speaking, you did not expect him to be someone who would open the door for his guests, guess there was still a tiiiny bit of decency in him. Or so you thought, missing the sound of the door locking as you made your way to the chair designated for guests in front of his luxurious mahogany table. His office was very lavish for a professor, you begin to wonder if all of the professors' offices in law school are like this or was it just him.
You remember Megumi telling you how the Zenin were a renown family of lawyers and attorneys. They were also one of the biggest donors for the college, your thought went back to the writing on the wall of the entrance. Zenin was written in big bold letters. Maybe that was the reason Professor Naoya was able to get away with treating you like shit. The thought of it makes your blood boil.
The said man took a seat on his chair and you immediately broke your train of thought. You could see the stack of essays from your class on the corner of the table, on the very top you could see a huge red F. You pity the guy who got that score. You could feel his eyes staring you down, boring holes into yourself. You casted your eyes downwards, just towards his table as a result, not wanting to see him eye to eye. Slowly but surely, you place your essay on the table pushing it towards his direction.
“Here’s my essay.” Your voice was a lot more confident than you expected, good job me! You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back for that.
Professor Naoya grabbed your essay, arms resting on the sides of his chair as his eyes scanned your hard work. You waited patiently, palms sweaty and it was a huge lie to say you weren’t nervous for feedback. Even though you were confident with your essay, you still despised seeing someone directly reading your work, you wished you could just hand it in and get away. Maybe meet up with Maki for some coffee before going to Professor Nanami’s class together.
Five minutes felt like hours, you swore it felt even longer than holding a plank with Yuuji which was another type of hell on its own. Professor Naoya lowered your essay and you met his eyes, full of boredom. Shit, was your essay bad? No, that can’t be, you made sure to crosscheck with Megumi and Noritoshi a million times. The least you could hope for was it was good enough for you, who was an engineering student taking a law class.
“This,” he waved your essay in front of your face, your eyes following it from side to side. Next thing you knew, your essay had become small rips of paper on the floor. Did he just? “Is shit.”
You thought this man could not shock you even more, he had just ripped up your essay into a million little pieces and letting it fall to the carpeted floor of his office. He stood up and went to your side, leaning back on his table as he watched your shaking figure, helpless little thing.
Blabbering, that was what he did, but you couldn’t make up any meaning to his words as your attention was fully to what used to be your essay now on the floor. You could feel heat rising to your face, your jaw tightened, your fingers dug into your thigh you fear it could draw blood through your jeans.
Naoya was not stupid, he knew you were furious and he made sure of that. The way veins were appearing on your hand and how red your face was, all he needed to do now was give one last push to your buttons. “You woman should just be at home, serving your husband, there’s no place for your kind here.”
Your kind? Your kind? He spoke as if women were a whole different species all together, a species not deserving respect. Your body moves faster than your mind could comprehend and all you saw was red. Your palm stung from the impact with your professors cheek, your breathing was heavy and if looks could kill, Professor Naoya would drop dead in his office this instant.
Now, he expected that but does that mean he liked it? Definitely not. Your slap hurts a lot more than he thought. Your steps were hard, the sole of your boots thumping on his floor as you marched towards the door.
Fuck him and his class. You’d rather fail and choose another elective than deal with his bullshit. Your hand turned the door handle, hoping to slam the thing on your way out, just to show how angry you were but you stumbled as the door won’t budge. This angers you more as you thought the door was just harder to open than most.
The sounds of his shoes squeaking with the floor made your heart beat faster, why was the door refusing to work with you? The closer his steps got, the more your anger died down and fear started to slowly crawl into your body. Shit.
Professor Naoya stood behind you, a bit too close for comfort as realization dawned on you that you have no way of getting away from the sinister man that is your professor. Your eyes frantically search for a way out. His office was on the first floor so windows are possible. You glanced at the large windows but cursed to yourself as you realized it was fixed. That idea was a failure before you could even try. Your breath hitched as you felt him breathing down on the back of your neck.
This is not good.
“S-sir, I'm sorry, I didn't-”
“Shut up.”
Naoya was ecstatic when your mouth immediately shut, creating a thin line on your face. Indeed, he was filled with rage since the first time you showed up at his class. How dare you, a woman from another faculty have the audacity to disrespect him so much. When he found out you were close friends with his cousin, Maki Zenin, just added more fuel to the fire. Of course, who else would it be if it weren’t for his lovable cousin?
Everything that he knew was unimportant now as your body shook in front of him, you were scared. In class, you had so much pride when you were just a lowly woman but now, you were quiet, meek, obedient. Oh, how he loves it, just the sight of your shaking figure made him excited and throb inside his pants.
The figure on your back walked away from you and you let out a breath of relief, not even realising how you were holding your breath the entire time. You could feel your senses starting to work again as you felt the cold feeling of the door knob on your palm. The door was yet to be opened.
“Come here.” You jumped at the sound of his voice, it was demanding and you already seem to piss him off by slapping him on the face. With no way to run away, you obediently followed his words.
He was leaning on his table, on the exact spot after he tore your essay. You stood a few feet away from him, keeping yourself at a safe distance, you still do not trust this man. Who cares if he’s your professor? It’s just an elective course anyway.
“Kneel.”
You were baffled. “What?”
“God, are you fucking deaf? I said, kneel.” He repeated.
“Are you out of your mind-”
Pain was what you felt as he grabbed your shoulder so tightly until his nails dug into the skin. He pushed you down with such force, the fabric of your jeans scrapping your knees. Your hand reached to grab the one on your shoulder, trying to pry him off of it, nails scratching his wrist as you hissed.
Your cheeks burn, your hand stopped scratching on his wrist as you felt your cheek. The man just striked you with an open palm. “Did I allow you to speak? When I say kneel, you kneel.”
You always knew college was going to be hard, you expected that professors would also be hard and words could sometimes stung. But in the last three years you spent, this was the first time a professor actually striked you physically. If he was not scared to strike you, your mind wandered on what more he can do to you.
Before, you felt fear, now you are terrified, the amount of self defense classes you took still didn’t prepare you for this kind of scenario. You wish you could just strike him in the place where the sun doesn’t shine and run for your life, you’d break the window if you have to but your body froze and refused to corporate.
The pain on your shoulder subsided but his hand trailed up slowly from your neck, to your face before finally stopping at the back of your head. You let out a gasp as he grips a good amount of hair and pulls your head back harshly, your eyes meeting his. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes and an emotion you never expected out of a professor to his students, lust. In your mind you prayed and prayed that this was all just a dream but you know, even if you prayed to all the gods in the world, none would grant it.
A whistle came out of his lips at the sight of you, his smirk was dangerous, malicious even. You start to choke and sob, hands begin clawing at his wrist again as Professor Naoya started to unbuckle his pants. You opened your mouth to scream, if the doors are locked, at least the walls aren’t sound proof. Your attempts were futile as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
“Be a good girl and shut the fuck up, yeah? Or else I'd just bend you over this desk and fuck you from the back until you bleed.”
Words laced with venom, striking even more fear into your heart. You didn’t want to but you nodded anyway, scared of his threats. The tears welled up in your eyes finally fell down your face as his pants dropped, creating a pool on his ankles. He pulled out his hard cock, the tip was red and leaking with pre-cum. Now, it was not the biggest cock you’ve seen, you were no stranger to the internet but it was definitely the biggest you were going to experience.
You could feel him slapping it to your face, the bit of precum smearing on the skin of your cheek. “Suck.”
You wanted to disobey and just keep your mouth shut, or maybe even bite it off but you fear what he can do to you. Hesitant, you opened your mouth and licked the head of his cock. The musky scent filled your nose as you slowly took him into your mouth. You sucked dick before, but you wouldn’t say you were the best at it, you just hope what you give was enough to satisfy him.
A trail of saliva was going down your chin as you bob your head on his cock, your tongue working on the underside and giving it enough attention to make sure you don’t anger him more. You could feel every vein he has and your hand help jerked the rest of his cock that you weren’t able to take into your mouth and your left slowly stroked his balls.
Naoya groaned, you were working wonders, giving all of him enough attention, leaving nothing forgotten. The sight of you on his knees made his eyes glint and the lust inside him just grew even more. Yes, this is how it should be, a woman was supposed to be submissive to a man. His hand stroked your hair softly, if you didn’t know any better, you could’ve mistook him for caring.
“So you pass your classes like this, huh? Giving Sukuna a blowjob?”
You choked, trying to pull away to deny it, you worked hard in all of your classes. Yes, you admit Professor Sukuna’s class was extremely hard but you would never lower yourself to sucking off your professors just to pass. His hand on your scalp forces you to keep him in your mouth and all you could do is let out choked sobs. Which just created vibration in your mouth, adding pleasure for him.
The grip on your hair was painful but did he care? Of course not, as long as he got his pleasure. His hand roughly pushed your face, forcing you to take him to the brim for a deepthroat. Your nose touched his black pubic hair and his scent was now more apparent, making you dizzy. You could feel yourself choking and you tried to slowly work on your gag reflex, trying to breath. Your hands gripped his thighs for support.
Everything you did, the despair, the failed effort, just turns him on even more. He enjoys dominating you, seeing you fall into his submissive little whore. The grip on your hair tightens until his knuckles are white and you knew what was coming. You tried to pull away but he was not going to let you run away. The knot on his stomach broke and thick ropes of cum fell into your throat and you felt like you were drowning. Your eyes lolled back, hands slowly fell to the floor, you were tired. It has been a while since he came that hard, he pulled away to smear cum all over your face. Now, your face is just a mess, eyes rolled back, tongue out, and a mix of tears, saliva, and his cum.
How badly you wanted to puke out all of his cum, it was revolting, but with his hand still in your hair, you were forced to stare up at him, your mouth still open. “Don’t swallow just yet.”
Snap.
The sound of a camera shutter snapped you back into reality. Professor Naoya had a diabolical grin spread across his face as he has his camera pointed at your face. No doubt keeping it as blackmail. Your tears fell down once more, washing down some of the strings of cum from your face, it felt slimy and disgusting. His thumb collected the dripping cum and pushed it back into your mouth.
“Don’t want to spill anything now, don’t you, sweetheart?” He pushed his fingers down on your tongue. “Swallow.”
With a hard gulp, you successfully swallowed all of his cum down your throat. It was difficult with how thick it was and now your throat felt dry, you needed to drink, you wanted to get out of this hell hole. The pain on your scalp disappears as he lets go of your hair, your head falling forward. For a moment, there was a light at the end of the tunnel and relief washed over your body, thinking that the nightmare was finally over. You can finally go on with your life, meet up with Maki for coffee and catch Professor Nanami’s class in about an hour.
However, the hope was short-lived as your hips hit the edge of the table and your face was pushed down on his hard mahogany table. His hand snaked to the front of your jeans, scowling at the amount of buttons it has. You thrashed underneath him, trying to get him away, you hissed as cold air hits your heat when he pulled both your jeans and panties in one swift motion, leaving you bare for him to see. You could feel him staring, you hate it, your hand punched and you kick and scream.
Professor Naoya growled at your resistance, why can’t you just be obedient? He caught your smaller hands in his and tied it down on your lower back with his belt, making sure to be extra tight to take away your ability to move. His legs trapped both of yours and now, with you unable to move beside squirming under him, it was a lot easier to deal with you. He pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, rubbing your folds and sometimes bumping your sensitive clit. You bit down your bottom lip to suppress any sounds that may escape your mouth.
As if a lightbulb appeared on his head, he reached for his phone and opened the camera. He rested the phone on the stack of essays from your class, making sure he was going to get the full view of you getting fucked into oblivion. Your eyes widened at his action, you don’t know what your life is going to be if he recorded this sinful activity.
You squirm underneath your professor, pleading for him to let you go and how you’re sorry for slapping him. You don’t want this, you’d gladly disappear from him and fail his class, just anything but this. Your already shattered hope was broken once again as you heard him chuckling darkly from behind you, the stroking didn’t stop and you could feel his hand slowly caress your sides and finally grab a handful of your breast, fondling, pinching.
“Please, please, I don’t want this.”
“Oh, dear,” he bent down, now your back is on his chest. He grabbed your chin and turned your head around to face him. You still had tears running and the same look of despair on your face. His dick twitched at the sight of your crying face and he knew you could feel it. “But I don’t care about what you want, slut.”
You wished you could scream when he forcefully sheathed himself fully inside of you but he captured your mouth in a sloppy kiss, swallowing every sound you could make. The lack of foreplay made you extremely tight, along with the fact that even if you’re experienced in blowjobs, you never actually had any intercourse before. To think your first time was being raped by your elective professor, in his office, over an essay.
Professor Naoya was ruthless with you. Not giving any time to adjust, he just started moving at an abusive pace, despite whatever plea you try to let out, it was muffled by his kiss. He pulled back from the kiss to stand straight, wanting to see at the place both of you are joint. A wicked and amused laugh erupted from his throat at the sight of blood leaking out of your heat. “Shit, you’re a virgin! No wonder you’re so tight.”
You choked back a sob as you felt as if you were torn apart and tried to pray the pain away. Once again, to all of the gods you pray to, none answered. His calloused hand rubbed you ass before giving it a hard slap, you yelped at the pain, you were sure it was going to leave a mark. A moan left your mouth as he continued to pound your pussy from behind.
As much as you don’t want to admit it, the pain was slowly subsiding into pleasure, you could feel him hitting that one sensitive part in you, over and over again. He was an ass but fuck he was good. It was getting harder and harder to contain your moans but you still tried, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You could feel iron in your mouth, realizing you had bitten your lip so hard it had drawn blood.
Naoya could see how you were trying so hard to not moan, he knew the pain had disappeared and how you’re actually enjoying this now. It infuriates him how you were still so disobedient. His harsh pounding came to a stop, as he just stayed still inside on you. Feeling the warmth of your walls hugging him.
God, you were so close. You sobbed when he stopped, you were almost there, this is tortuous. You tried to move, you wanted ー no, you needed ー friction but the way he was holding you down was making it difficult for you.
“Saying you don’t want this but you’re moving by yourself, what a slut.”
It was true, you didn’t want this, you wished your first time was with someone you love in a consensual manner but now, you were deprived of pleasure. You just needed release now. “P-please…”
A smirk came to his face. “Hm?”
“P-please don’t stop…” Your voice was small, just barely above a whisper but he heard you loud and clear.
“Please don’t stop? I should punish you for demanding but I’ll let you off this once.”
“A-Ah! Naoya!”
“That’s it, my name should be the only thing coming out of your mouth from now on.”
Professor Naoya slammed his cock in one swift motion, bottoming up inside of you, once again hitting that sweet spot. His pace was even more brutal now, he did not care for what you feel, he just focused on his own pleasure. The knot inside your tummy was so close to breaking, you were close to your release. His name was spoken out of your mouth over and over like a prayer. Naoya could feel your insides tighten, hugging his dick warmly inside. A groan came out of his lips as he was nearing his high.
Your body trembled as you came around him, your juice creating a pool on the carpeted floor. You were sensitive from your release but Naoya continues, trying to reach his own high. His thrusts were getting sloppy, the way your pussy was twitching after you came was heavenly. With a few more thrusts he finally came, painting your insides white, his hand gripping your hips so tightly as if you were going to disappear if he let go.
Realization dawned over you, he came inside, inside. Tears fell from your eyes again. Naoya pulled out his dick out of you and you slumped on his table, your energy drained after his rough love making. You could feel the bounds on your wrists loosen before it was finally gone, your arms fell to your side.
Trying to catch your breathing, you can see Naoya sitting down on his plush chair in front of your fucked out state. The smirk on his lips was still evident, he looked posh, unbothered, while you were the one who had to pay the price. You can see him opening his wallet before throwing some money on your face. “Go buy some plan b pills, I don’t want any babies from the likes of you.”
You didn’t respond besides the harsh breathing and Naoya was completely okay with that. He liked his woman quiet. Grabbing his phone, he stopped the recording with a whistle before waving the video in front of your face just like how he did with your essay, mocking you.
“Good boy Mahito followed orders just right, it was good he managed to throw your essay away.”
His words slowly dawned on you, order Mahito? Throw away? The memory of seeing them at the end of the hall as you went to the washroom hit you like a ton of bricks. The bastard actually planned all of this! Even with your fists felt dead, you still clenched it, your teeth gritted, you were furious, you wanted to scream, you wanted him to die in the worst way possible.
“You’re not gonna get away with this.” you say through gritted teeth. Thoughts running on how you were going to get your hands on his phone, for the evidence.
“What are you gonna do? Report me?” Naoya’s voice was relaxed, he was leaning back on his chair, still taking in the sight of your limp body on his mahogany table.
“Let’s do it, I know the law.” you tried to put up a brave front, a fight, there’s no way that this man has a clean background, you were sure you could win at court. All you need to do is get some help, gathering evidence he was a menace, a threat. You were sure Megumi would help you, even your friends from your faculty would. Your words were met with a laugh, a laugh filled with satisfaction. Naoya grabbed your chin and turned your head towards him to meet him eye to eye, the expression on his face was full of glory.
“Bitch, I am the law.”