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You pushed open the door to the lecture hall, still laughing as Poe threw his arm around your shoulders. The leggings and cropped hoodie combo felt comfy for an 8am class, but you were definitely aware of the sliver of skin showing every time you moved.
"I swear to god, if this professor assigns group projects on day one, I’m dropping" you mumbled.
Poe groaned, steering you toward the middle rows. “I’ve got enough on my plate without carrying some random freshmen through their first existential crisis"
Rose glanced up from her phone, smirking. “You say that every semester and then you end up loving it. Remember last year? You cried during that final presentation"
“I had something in my eye" Poe shot back.
Behind you, Finn was half-jogging to catch up, backpack slapping against his side. “Guys, slow down. I’m running on pure spite and like... half of a protein bar right now"
You grinned back at him. “Poor thing. Want me to take notes for you while you nap in the back?”
“Only if you highlight all the important stuff" he teased, sliding into the seat beside you.
The four of you settled in, the usual first-day buzz humming around the room.
You leaned into Poe’s shoulder for a second, scrolling through your own phone. “Okay but seriously, if this class is as brutal as everyone says, we’re making a group chat survival pact. Daily coffee runs mandatory"
“Deal" Rose said, putting her phone in her pocket. "I’ll bring snacks if you guys handle the emotional support"
Finn snorted. “Emotional support? We’re all one bad grade away from group therapy"
You were mid-laugh when the door at the front of the hall swung shut with a solid, final-sounding click. The chatter dropped off like someone hit mute.
Your eyes lifted- and yeah. Wow.
Professor Ren stood behind the podium like he’d stepped out of a completely different universe. Tall, broad, dressed in all black: button-up stretched across his chest, tie knotted tight, sleeves rolled once to show strong forearms.
His dark hair fell messily over his forehead in a way that somehow looked intentional. The sharp jaw, the intense stare, and that thin scar running down the side of his face made your stomach do a weird little flip.
He looked like he should be brooding in a blockbuster movie, not teaching history to a bunch of college students.
Kylo Ren. Even his name felt heavy.
He didn’t smile. Didn’t do the usual “welcome back, excited to learn with you all” speech.
He just scanned the room slowly, those dark eyes moving over the seats like he was sizing everyone up. When his gaze swept across your row you swore it lingered for half a second longer. Probably your imagination.
Still, heat crept up your neck.
Poe leaned over and whispered right against your ear. “Jesus Christ. Did they hire a model for this class or what?”
“Shut up" you hissed back, trying not to laugh, but your voice came out a little breathier than you meant. You elbowed him lightly. “He can probably hear you"
Rose peeked around you, eyes wide. “No but for real… that man is unfairly hot. I might have to ask for some extra credit" she winked.
Finn just shook his head, already slouching lower in his seat. “Fucking great. So not only is this class gonna kick my ass, the professor looks like he could bench-press me. Awesome"
You didn’t answer them. You couldn’t.
Professor Ren didn’t waste a second on pleasantries.
He stood at the front of the lecture hall with his hands braced on the podium, shoulders squared, scanning the room like he was daring anyone to look away. The silence was absolute.
“I'm Professor Ren" he said, his voice low and smooth. “This is Advanced Ethics and Moral Philosophy. If you’re in the wrong room, I suggest you leave now. I don’t deal with the add/drop paperwork, so you'll have to see your advisor for that"
A few nervous chuckles rippled through the hall. You didn’t laugh. You couldn’t. Your fingers tightened around the edge of your notebook.
He continued without smiling. “I expect punctuality. I expect you to read everything on the syllabus before our next class together. And I expect you to come prepared to argue. This is not a lecture where you sit quietly and take notes. If you’re uncomfortable defending your positions in front of others, this is not the class for you"
Poe let out a quiet whistle under his breath. “Damn. He’s not playing"
“Shh" you whispered, barely moving your lips, eyes still glued to the front.
Professor Ren walked slowly along the front of the stage, his gaze sweeping over the rows again. When his eyes landed on your section, your breath caught. For a split second it felt like he was looking directly at you.
Heat immediately flooded your entire body.
“Philosophy is not about being right" he said, voice dropping even lower. “It’s about learning how to think. How to dismantle ideas. How to stand in the fire of disagreement and not flinch. Some of you will hate me by the end of the semester. Others might actually learn something" The corner of his mouth twitched, like the idea amused him. “We’ll see which group is larger"
Rose leaned over and nudged your arm. “I’m already scared and turned on at the same time. Is that normal?”
You bit your lip to keep from smiling, cheeks burning. “Stop it" you mouthed back.
Finn just sank lower in his seat, muttering, “I give it two weeks before half the class drops"
Professor Ren stopped pacing and faced the room fully again, arms crossed over his broad chest. The black button-up pulled tight across his shoulders, the top few buttons straining to hold together.
“My office hours are posted on the syllabus, I suggest you use them. I’m not here to hold your hand, but I will push you harder than any professor you’ve had. If you’re willing to do the work, I’ll meet you there. If not…” he shrugged, the movement somehow elegant and intimidating at once. “Don’t waste my time"
He let the silence hang for a beat, then gave a single nod.
“Any questions?”
The room stayed dead quiet. No one dared to raise a hand.
His eyes swept the lecture hall one last time, and again, you swore his gaze paused on you a fraction longer than everyone else. Or maybe you were losing it already.
“Good" he said. “Let’s begin"
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, crossing your legs, and the small movement instantly drew his sharp gaze.
Professor Ren’s eyes dropped for a split second to the curve of your ass in those tight leggings before snapping back up. Your face burned. He stared at you longer than necessary, his expression unreadable.
“You" his voice cracked through the lecture hall like a whip.
He pointed directly at you.
“Stand up. Now"
Your heart hammered violently against your ribs. The entire room seemed to hold its breath as every eye locked onto you. You rose on shaky legs, painfully aware of how exposed you felt under the harsh overhead lights.
"What's your name?" he asked.
You told him.
Professor Ren didn’t blink. “I want you to explain to me why the fall of the Roman Republic should matter to someone like you in the twenty-first century. Be concise"
You drew in a breath. "Honestly, Sir, I'm not quite sure, I-"
He cut you off. "Next time, I want you to come prepared" turned away dismissively, but not before you caught the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Rose leaned in, whispering fiercely, “What the hell is wrong with him? He’s a complete asshole"
Finn shot you a sympathetic wince. Poe, meanwhile, just grinned like he was enjoying front-row seats to a bloodsport.
The rest of the lecture dragged on in a haze. You barely heard another word, hyper-aware of Professor Ren’s sharp, predatory glances cutting toward you like a blade. Each one made your stomach twist tighter.
When class finally ended, the room emptied in record time.
You were already standing when his voice sliced through the air, low and commanding.
“You. Stay"
Your heart slammed against your ribs. Rose gave you one wide-eyed, pitying look before vanishing with the others. The heavy door clicked shut behind them, the sound echoing like a prison cell locking.
You were alone with him.
Professor Ren leaned back against the edge of his desk, arms folded across his broad chest, watching you with cold, unrelenting intensity. He didn’t speak until you stopped in front of him, legs already feeling weak.
“Sit down"
You sank down into the chair without hesitation, hands trembling in your lap, and your eyes glued to the floor. The silence stretched unbearably long, pressing down on you until you could hardly breathe.
“I expected far more from you" he said, his voice dangerously low. “You have strong credentials... a promising student. And yet today you embarrassed me with that pathetic, half-mumbled ‘I’m not quite sure.’ I have zero tolerance for weakness like that in my classroom"
Your shoulders curled inward as hot shame flooded your chest. Your throat tightened painfully.
“I- I’m sorry, Sir. I wasn’t expecting to be called on so soon-"
“Sorry means nothing to me" he cut you off sharply, pushing off the desk and stepping closer until he towered over you. His shadow swallowed you whole. “I don’t want your apologies. I want competence. Look at me"
You slowly lifted your gaze, cheeks burning with humiliation. His dark eyes bored into you, intense and unforgiving.
“You have the intellect to be one of the top students in this room" he continued, voice dropping to a threatening murmur, “yet you chose to sit there blushing and stammering like a frightened little girl. I do not tolerate mediocrity. Especially not from someone like you"
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. No matter how hard you blinked, they spilled over, sliding down your flushed cheeks. Your hands shook harder in your lap as a wave of overwhelming shame and fear crashed through you.
Professor Ren’s gaze sharpened on your tears. A cruel, satisfied glint appeared in his eyes.
“Look at you" he said softly, almost mockingly. “Already falling apart... crying in my classroom on the first day"
You bit your lip hard, trying desperately to stop the trembling in your chin, but another tear escaped anyway. Your stomach churned with anxiety and a confusing, unwelcome heat low in your belly.
“I'm sorry, Sir” you whispered, voice cracking. “I’ll come prepared from now on. I swear I will"
He leaned down closer, invading your space, his presence overwhelming. “If you can’t handle being pushed, drop my class immediately and stop wasting my time. But if you stay…” his voice turned ice-cold and quiet, laced with warning. “I will break that weak little habit of shrinking away. I will push you harder than you’ve ever been pushed. And if you disappoint me again…” he let the threat hang in the air, heavy and unspoken. “You will regret it. Understood?”
A shiver ran down your spine. Fear and something dangerously warmer twisted together inside you.
“Yes, Professor Ren" you breathed, barely able to meet his eyes.
A faint, pleased smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth at the way you said his name- respectful, submissive, instinctive.
“That's better" he straightened slowly, still staring down at you like prey. “Now stop crying and pull yourself together. I don’t coddle weak students"
You nodded quickly, wiping at your wet cheeks with shaky fingers as you clutched your bag. Your legs felt unsteady as you stood. The entire walk to the door, you felt his stare burning into your back like a brand.
Just as your trembling fingers brushed the handle, his voice stopped you cold.
“Next time I call on you in lecture… you will not disappoint me again. Or the tears today will feel like mercy compared to what I’ll do"
“Yes, Professor Ren" you whispered, voice small and broken, before slipping out into the hallway.
Your heart pounded violently. Your face burned with humiliation, your eyes still stung with tears, and deep in your stomach, a confusing knot of shame, fear, and forbidden arousal twisted tighter with every step.
That first interaction set the tone for the next few weeks.
Professor Ren was merciless.
He called on you constantly, critiqued your responses with surgical precision, and assigned you extra readings “to address your apparent deficiencies"
Every time you walked into class, his eyes found you. Sometimes they traced your figure before he schooled his expression back into cold arrogance.
You hated how much you liked it- the way he singled you out made your pulse race. You’d go home after lectures replaying his voice, the way his long fingers gripped the podium, imagining those hands on you instead.
Your friends noticed, too.
“Dude, he’s obsessed with you" Poe said one afternoon over coffee. “It’s like he’s got a personal vendetta"
“Or... maybe he wants to bend you over his desk" Rose teased, making Finn choke on his drink.
You laughed it off, cheeks burning. “He’s an arrogant prick"
“Yeah, but you’re into it" Finn said knowingly.
You were. God, you were.
You hated to admit it to yourself, but you couldn't keep your mind off of Professor Ren. Although he was arrogant, he was also the most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on.
Weeks passed, and the tension between you and Professor Ren built like a storm.
He’d brush past your desk, close enough for you to smell his cologne- something dark and woody- and murmur corrections only you could hear. “Try harder. I know you can do better than this mediocrity" his voice always carried that teasing undertone, like he was enjoying your frustration.
Professor Ren started to really consume your thoughts. He was the first thing you thought about in the morning, and the last thing you thought about at night with your hand between your thighs.
You knew you shouldn't feel this way, especially given how poorly he treated you. But there was something else, something buried far beneath all of his cruelty.
You couldn't seem to let it go.
Later that week, after a particularly rough lecture with Professor Ren, you'd decided that you'd had enough. The shy, cowering girl was no more. You'd never been one to let people walk all over you, so what made Professor Ren any different?
Today pushed you over the edge, after he'd publicly torn apart your French Revolution analysis in front of the whole class. You were don't pretending you could take it.
You had gone home after class and changed into a soft oversized cream sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder, a short black skirt, and your scuffed Doc Martens.
You knew that if you were going to confront him, you had to be feeling like the best version of yourself.
You could do this. You could confront him.
With your heart racing, you marched straight to his office door and knocked sharply before pushing it open.
Professor Ren sat behind his desk, reading glasses perched low on his nose, sleeves rolled up to expose powerful forearms. He looked up slowly, one eyebrow arching in that signature look of arrogant amusement.
“To what do I owe this unannounced pleasure?” he drawled, voice smooth and deep.
“You’ve been riding my ass for weeks" you snapped, slamming the door behind you. “In class. In front of everyone. What the hell is your problem with me?”
He leaned back in his chair, studying you with dark, unreadable eyes. A slow, condescending smile curved his lips. “Riding your ass" he repeated, as if the words amused him. “Such a charming vocabulary. Close the door properly if you’re going to throw a tantrum in my office"
“It is closed" you shot back. You reached back and clicked the lock before stepping closer. “You stare at me. You single me out every lecture. You humiliate me like I’m some stupid little girl who doesn’t belong in your class. You act like I’m beneath you-"
Professor Ren removed his glasses, folding them neatly before setting them aside. Then he rose.
He was taller than you remembered. Much taller. He rounded the desk in two unhurried strides and stopped right in front of you, towering over you, forcing you to tilt your head back to glare up at him. The scent of his cologne filled your lungs.
“Beneath me?” he murmured, voice low and mocking. “Careful, little girl. You keep running that mouth and I might start thinking you like being put in your place"
“Fuck you" you hissed.
His smile turned sharper, crueler. "Does it feel good to finally say it to my face?" he paused. "I'm sure that's what you've been thinking for the last few weeks”
Blind with rage, you raised your hand and swung hard, aiming for that smug face. His hand snapped out and caught your wrist mid-air with humiliating ease, fingers locking around it like iron.
He held your arm suspended, inches from his cheek. For a heartbeat, the room was dead silent except for your ragged breathing.
Professor Ren tilted his head, looking down at you with exaggerated pity.
“Were you really going to hit me?” he asked, voice dripping with condescension.
You gulped, a wave of anxiety washing over your body.
He pressed closer, his thumb stroking firmly against the wild, betraying flutter of your pulse at your wrist, as if savoring the way your body surrendered its fear to him.
“Do you have any idea..." he breathed, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “what happens when you push someone like me… too far?”
Your face burned with humiliation. You tried to yank your wrist free, but his grip only tightened, almost painfully.
He stepped even closer, crowding you back until your hips hit the edge of his desk. With one fluid motion, he twisted your arm behind your back and pinned it there, using his body to bend you forward over the oak surface.
Papers crinkled beneath your free hand as you braced yourself. The position forced your back to arch, your short skirt to ride higher on your thighs, and your face to hover just above the cool wood.
He leaned over you, chest nearly brushing your back, his mouth close enough to your ear that you could feel the warmth of his breath.
“You’re pathetic when you’re angry" he murmured. “All that mouth, and the second I touch you, you fall apart. Is this what you wanted when you came storming in here dressed like that? To finally get the attention you’ve been begging for?”
His grip on your pinned wrist stayed firm and unyielding. His other hand rested on the desk beside your head, completely caging you in.
"I don't want your fucking attention. I- I want you to leave me alone" you muttered, even though it was partially a lie.
The heat of his body surrounded you. Your heart hammered so hard you were sure he could feel it.
He let the heavy silence stretch, letting you feel exactly how helpless you were in that moment.
“Do you still think that you’re in control here?” he whispered against your ear, dark and mocking. “Or are you finally starting to understand where you belong?”
"Go fuck yourself" you scowled.
Professor Ren’s low chuckle vibrated against your ear, dark and dangerous.
“Careful" he warned. “You’re already bent over my desk like a disobedient little brat. I suggest you watch that mouth of yours"
You twisted beneath him, cheeks burning with fury and something far hotter you refused to name. The position left you painfully aware of every, and you meant every inch of him behind you- solid, unyielding, and far too close.
“Get off me, you pervert" you spat, still squirming. “I- is this what you do? Corner students in your office and get off on humiliating them? Fucking creep"
The word pervert hit him like a match to gasoline.
His entire body went rigid for half a second.
Then in one brutal motion, he yanked your short skirt up over your hips, bunching the fabric around your waist with zero gentleness. The cool air hit your exposed skin, and your breath caught.
“Oh, you’ve done it now" he growled.
His large hand came down hard on your ass with a sharp crack. The impact jolted through you, stinging and immediate.
“Ah!" you whimpered, the sound slipping out before you could stop it.
“Pervert?” Another hard smack landed on the other cheek, harder this time. “Is that what I am for noticing how you dress for my class? How you arch your back every time I call on you?”
Smack. Smack.
You whined loudly, the high, needy sound breaking in your throat as the sting bloomed hot across your skin. Your hips jerked forward against the desk, thighs trembling.
“Try- ahh! harder…” you whimpered, voice already cracking, but still trying to sound defiant even as pathetic little sounds kept escaping you.
He wasn’t holding back. Each strike was deliberate, heavy, and perfectly aimed, turning your skin hot and sensitive. You bit your lip hard, but broken whimpers and whines spilled out anyway with every sharp smack.
“You storm in here with that attitude and you expect me to just sit there?” His palm connected again, lower this time, making your thighs tremble. “You’ve been begging for this since day one. Parading around in those tight little outfits, glaring at me like you want me to put you in your place"
You were whimpering helplessly now, soft desperate sounds tumbling from your lips with every heavy slap. “P-Professor… mmh-!"
Your hands fisted the papers on his desk as another firm spank made your knees buckle. The sting bloomed into liquid heat that pooled low in your belly, and your whines grew higher, more pathetic.
“Say it again" he demanded, voice rough as he rubbed his palm over the burning skin he’d just punished. “Call me a pervert while your ass is bare and red under my hand. Go on"
You were breathing hard, voice shaky and whiny. “You… you are a pervert" you whimpered, the words breaking into a soft, embarrassed whine as another slap made you jolt. “You're probably hard right now"
The growl that tore out of him was feral.
He spanked you stupid.
Fast, unrelenting strikes rained down, each one sharper than the last, until your ass was throbbing and your eyes were stinging. You couldn’t hold back anymore- whimpering and whining openly with every smack, the needy, broken sounds filling the office alongside the sharp crack of his palm.
By the time he finally slowed, your legs were shaking violently, your skirt still rucked up around your waist, and your mind was hazy with heat and overwhelming sensation. Soft, pitiful whimpers kept slipping from your lips even after he stopped.
Professor Ren leaned over you again, chest pressing fully against your back this time. One of his hands slid possessively over your sore, heated flesh, squeezing just enough to make you hiss and whine again.
“There she is" he murmured, lips brushing the back of your neck. “All that spitfire attitude, and look at you now. Bent over, dripping down your thighs, and whimpering like a needy little girl while I put you in your place"
His fingers traced lower, teasing the edge of your thighs, making your breath hitch with another soft, broken whimper.
“You’re going to apologize properly" he said, dark promise in every syllable. “And then you’re going to thank me for correcting you... or, we can keep going until the only sounds you can make are these pretty little whimpers" he pressed his lips against your ear. "Your move, little spitfire”
You twisted under his grip as he yanked you up by the hair and spun you around. He shoved you down hard onto your knees in front of him. The hardwood floor bit into your skin, and the burning ache across your freshly spanked ass made you wince.
Still, you lifted your chin and glared up at him defiantly, breathing hard.
He kept one hand fisted tightly in your hair while the other calmly undid his belt and slacks. The thick, heavy bulge of his cock strained against the dark fabric, right in front of your face.
“Worship it" he ordered, voice low and rough. “Through my slacks. Use that smart mouth for something useful"
You pressed your cheek against the rigid outline, still rebellious. “Fuck you" you muttered, but you obeyed enough to drag your lips slowly along his length, kissing and mouthing at the thick bulge through the fabric.
You licked long stripes over the material, leaving it wet, and rubbed your face against him like an insolent little brat.
Professor Ren let out a low groan, his fingers tightening in your hair. You kept teasing him with your tongue and lips until the front of his slacks were soaked with your saliva.
Then he unzipped.
His thick cock sprang free, heavy and flushed dark. Before you could even take a breath, he gripped your jaw, forced your mouth open wide, and pushed inside.
You gagged instantly as he stretched your lips around him, sliding deep. He didn’t ease you into it. He rocked his hips forward, feeding you more of his cock until he bumped the back of your throat.
“Was this all it took to get you to shut up?” he taunted, voice dripping with dark amusement as he looked down at your teary eyes. “My cock in your mouth?”
You glared up at him even as you choked, pushing weakly at his thighs. He only chuckled and started fucking your face with slow, deliberate thrusts, savoring the wet, messy sounds you made.
“Look at you" he murmured, eyes gleaming with cruel pleasure. “All that fire, all those defiant little glares… and now you’re on your knees gagging like a needy whore"
He pulled back just enough for you to gasp desperately, strings of spit dripping from your swollen lips down your chin and onto your sweater. You coughed, chest heaving.
“Please- Professor, stop-" you gasped, voice already hoarse.
Ren smirked and slapped his heavy cock against your tear-streaked cheek a few times, leaving wet streaks across your flushed skin.
“Begging for forgiveness already?” he mocked, sliding back into your mouth with a deep groan. “I thought you were tougher than this. Where’s all that attitude now?”
He gripped your hair with both hands and started thrusting harder, using your throat with long, punishing strokes. Every time he buried himself deep, your throat convulsed and fresh tears spilled down your face. Drool ran messily down your chin as you gagged loudly around him.
“Fuck, that feels good" he groaned, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “Keep crying. I like how your throat squeezes around me when you panic"
You slapped desperately at his thigh again, whimpering brokenly around his thick length.
He pulled out for a second, letting you suck in ragged breaths.
“P-please… stop" you begged, voice wrecked and pathetic. “It’s too much"
Professor Ren only laughed softly, dark and mocking, and rubbed the slick head of his cock across your lips.
“We're not done yet" he said, pushing back into your mouth. “I’m going to keep fucking this pretty face until the only thing you can do is whimper and drool for me"
He resumed his relentless rhythm, teasing you between deep thrusts.
At this point, your defiance had completely crumbled. You could only whimper and sob around him as he used your mouth, tears streaming down your face while he continued his taunting, savoring every broken sound you made.
He gripped your hair tighter, hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the hilt. Your nose pressed against his pelvis, throat convulsing around him.
He held you there, groaning deeply as his cock throbbed. "Fuck- I'm gonna cum. Take it. Swallow every fucking drop"
With a low, guttural moan, he came hard down your throat. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your mouth and spilled straight into your stomach. You whimpered, struggling to take it all as he kept you pinned in place, pulsing against your tongue. When he finally pulled out, you gasped desperately for air.
Professor Ren looked down at your ruined face with dark satisfaction. He gripped your chin firmly, tilting your head up.
“Open your mouth. Show me" he ordered.
You obeyed shakily, parting your swollen lips and sticking your tongue out. A few stray drops of his cum still glistened on your tongue, but you had swallowed the rest.
“Good girl" he murmured, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Look at that. Such an obedient little girl for me after all"
He hauled you up by your arms, your legs trembling beneath you. Your knees were red and sore, your ass still burning from the earlier spanking. Without a word, he began undressing you with slow, deliberate movements, savoring every inch of skin he revealed.
First, he grabbed the hem of your sweater and pulled it up over your head. Your hair fell messily around your face as he tossed the sweater aside. His large hands immediately cupped your breasts through your bra, squeezing them roughly before he unhooked it and let it drop to the floor. Your nipples hardened instantly in the cool office air.
“Pretty tits" he growled, pinching both nipples hard enough to make you whimper. “Been staring at these through your tight little tops for weeks"
He dropped to one knee, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your short black skirt and yanking it down your legs along with your soaked panties in one rough motion. You stepped out of them on shaky legs.
He ran his palms up the backs of your thighs, over your reddened, punished ass, and squeezed the sore flesh until you hissed in pain.
“So wet" he mocked, sliding two thick fingers between your folds from behind. “Look at you dripping down your thighs like a desperate slut. All that fighting back and your pussy is begging for me"
Completely naked now, he stood up and pushed you backward toward the leather couch against the far wall of his office. You stumbled until the backs of your knees hit the cushions. He shoved you down onto it, towering over you with his cock still half-hard and glistening.
“Spread your legs" he commanded.
When you hesitated, he grabbed your knees and forced them wide apart, exposing your slick, aching pussy to his hungry gaze.
He climbed over you, lining up his thick cock at your entrance and thrusting in with one brutal stroke. You cried out as he stretched you open, the sudden fullness making your back arch off the couch.
“Fuck, you're so tight" he groaned, burying himself to the hilt. “This pussy was made for me"
He didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you hard and deep, the couch creaking beneath you with every powerful thrust. His hips slammed against your sore ass, the sting mixing with pleasure as he drove into you.
“You’re such a fucking brat" he snarled, leaning down to bite your neck. “Storming into my office like you own the place, trying to hit me... now look at you- getting your brains fucked out on my couch"
He grabbed your legs and pushed them back toward your chest, folding you in half as he pounded into you even deeper. The new angle made you see stars. Your moans grew louder, more broken, with every thrust.
“Professor Ren- oh my god" you whimpered.
“That’s right. Say my name while I ruin this tight little cunt" he growled, slamming into you. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks. Now you’re going to take every inch until you can’t walk"
He suddenly pulled out, flipped you over onto your hands and knees, and yanked your hips back. He shoved back inside you from behind, fucking you in deep, punishing strokes. One of his hands fisted in your hair, pulling your head back as he railed you.
“Arch that back. Let me see that pretty ass bounce while I fuck you" he demanded. His other hand came down hard on your already tender ass, spanking you again as he thrust. “Bratty little student getting fucked like a whore in her professor’s office. You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes" you moaned, pushing back against him desperately.
"Tell me 'thank you' for putting you in your place" he taunted.
You whined. "T-thank you Sir"
"That's right. Thankful little whore"
He fucked you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with your broken cries. Then he pulled out again, sat down on the couch, and dragged you on top of him.
“Ride my cock" he ordered, gripping your hips. “Show me how badly you want it"
You sank down onto his cock, gasping at the depth. He guided you roughly, forcing you to bounce on his thick length.
"Fuck, you're so deep like this" you whined, fingers digging into his shoulders.
His hands squeezed your ass, spreading your cheeks as he thrust up into you. “Faster. Ride my cock like you mean it” he growled, slapping your ass again. “Look at you- so fucking wet you’re making a mess all over me"
You rode him desperately, tits bouncing with every movement. He looked so hot like this, his face flushed and his mouth open slightly, panting.
He leaned forward, sucking hard on your nipples, biting and licking while you whimpered and moaned above him.
After several minutes, he flipped you onto your back again, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder as he drove into you with savage force. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin while he fucked you senseless.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” he panted, eyes dark with lust. “To be put in your place. Bent over, fucked raw, and used like the needy little slut you really are"
You came hard around him with a broken cry, your pussy clenching and fluttering as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you.
Professor Ren groaned at the feeling, fucking you through it without mercy.
“Such a good little cumslut for your professor… taking my cock so deep. You’re going to feel me for days" he groaned. "Bet you've never been fucked like this before, hm?"
By the time he finally buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside you with a long, guttural moan, you were shaking, overstimulated, and utterly spent. His hot cum filled you in thick pulses as he held you tightly against him.
He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, breathing hard against your neck.
“You’re mine now" he whispered darkly against your ear.
You trembled beneath him, still impaled on his cock as the last pulses of his release filled you. Your body felt completely wrecked. Every tiny shift made you hiss in pain.
He finally pulled out slowly, and the moment his thick length left you, a broken, high-pitched whine tore from your throat.
“Ow… it hurts" you whimpered pathetically, curling in on yourself on the couch. Your voice came out small and needy, nothing like the defiant girl who had stormed into his office earlier. “Professor… it really hurts"
He hovered over you for a moment, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you, and something shifted in his expression.
The cruel edge softened just enough as he gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his broad chest.
“Shh" he murmured, voice low but less mocking now. One large hand stroked down your back, careful not to press too hard on your ass. “Poor little girl, you bit off more than you could chew, didn't you?"
You buried your face in his neck, another needy whine slipping out as you tried to close your legs. The movement sent a sharp throb through your sore pussy and punished cheeks.
"It stings… everything aches. You were too rough" you complained, even as you clung to him tighter. Your fingers twisted into his shirt like you didn’t want him to let go. “I can’t even move… what the hell did you do to me?”
Ren let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against you, but there was a hint of satisfaction and something almost gentle in it. He shifted you carefully so you were straddling his lap sideways, your sore ass resting on one of his thighs instead of directly on the couch. His big hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your messy hair.
“You begged for it" he reminded you quietly, lips brushing your temple. “Came so hard on my cock you nearly passed out. Now you’re just a whiny, needy little thing"
Despite the words, he kept stroking your back in slow, soothing passes. His other hand gently rubbed the outside of your thigh, avoiding the worst of the bruises he’d left.
“Mmh… still hurts" you whimpered again, pressing closer. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming ache. You sounded so small and clingy, nuzzling into him. “Don’t let go please. I feel so empty now… and sore"
"All this because you have a silly little crush on me, don't you?" he petted your hair. "Sweet little girl with the hots for her older, grumpy professor"
Your breath hitched. "You... knew?"
"Of course I knew. Your body language is very telling, little one..." he murmured as your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.
You pulled back just enough to look up at him, a spark of realization mixed with playful accusation in your eyes. “Was this part of your devious plan? Picking on me until I finally snapped?"
His lips curved into a slow, satisfied smirk, dark eyes gleaming with triumph. “I knew you would. You fell right into my trap, little one"
You huffed with slight annoyance, brows furrowing slightly.
He kissed your forehead. "You’re mine now. That means after I break you apart, I get to put you back together"
You stayed like that for a long while- naked, trembling, and leaking his cum onto his thigh as you whimpered softly against his neck.
He didn’t rush you. He simply held you, murmuring low praises and dark promises against your hair until your breathing evened out and the worst of the shaking subsided.
You stayed curled against him, face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in the warm, masculine scent of his skin mixed with the faint trace of his cologne.
“Professor" you whispered as your fingers curled tighter into his black button-up. “Take your shirt off. Please. I want to feel you bare..."
A low, rumbling hum vibrated through his chest. For a moment he didn’t move, just kept stroking your back with those slow, steady passes. Then you felt his lips brush your temple.
“Needy little thing" he murmured, the words laced with dark amusement but no real mockery this time. “Already craving more of me"
He shifted you carefully on his lap, supporting your weight so your sore ass didn’t press too hard against his thigh.
With unhurried movements, he undid the remaining buttons of his shirt and shrugged it off, revealing the broad, sculpted planes of his chest and shoulders. The scar on his face continued down along his collarbone and torso in a thin, faded line.
You didn't ask him about the scar, not yet. You immediately pressed closer, sighing softly as your bare breasts and stomach met the heat of his skin. His body was solid, radiating warmth, and you melted into it, nuzzling against the firm muscle while one of his big arms wrapped securely around your waist.
“That’s better" you breathed, eyes fluttering shut. The skin-to-skin contact grounded you, soothing the raw edges left behind by the intensity.
Ren’s hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. “There you go" he said quietly, voice low and steady. “I’ve got you"
He kept one hand on your back, rubbing slow circles, while the other gently massaged the nape of your neck. Every so often his fingertips would drift lower, carefully avoiding the worst of the marks he’d left on your ass, instead tracing soothing patterns over your hips and thighs.
When you whimpered softly at a particularly deep throb between your legs, he reached down and cupped your mound with a large, warm palm- not teasing, just holding, letting the heat ease the ache.
“You took me so well" he praised against your hair, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to the top of your head. “Such a good girl once that pretty mouth of yours was full and that bratty attitude was fucked out of you. Look at you now… all soft and sweet in my arms"
You stayed like that for several long minutes, wrapped up in him, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. His cum was still slowly leaking out of you onto his thigh, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, the possessive way his hand occasionally drifted down to feel the mess only made you cling tighter.
Eventually, you tilted your head back just enough to look up at him, cheeks still flushed. “What happens next?” you asked softly. “What are we… what are we going to do?”
His eyes met yours. The cruel edge was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but right now it was banked by something heavier- ownership, satisfaction, and a thread of unexpected tenderness. His thumb brushed slowly over your bottom lip.
“Next" he said, “you’re going to be a very good girl outside this office. You’ll come to class. You’ll sit where I can see you. You’ll keep wearing those tight little outfits that drive me fucking insane… and you’ll remember who you belong to now"
He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep, slow kiss that made your toes curl.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “But behind closed doors? In my office, in my car, in my home, you’re mine to use. Mine to punish when you get mouthy. Mine to fuck until you’re crying and dripping and can’t remember your own name" his hand slid down to gently squeeze one sore cheek, making you hiss. “And mine to take care of afterwards. Like this"
You shivered at the promise in his tone.
“No one can know" he continued, more seriously. “Not your friends. Not anyone. The risk is real, but I won’t let them take you from me" his arms tightened around you possessively. “If you want this- if you want me, then you will obey. You text me when I tell you to. You come when I call. And every time I bend you over my desk or pin you to this couch, you’ll thank me for it"
He tilted your chin up, forcing you to hold his intense gaze.
“Tell me you understand. Tell me you’re mine"
Your voice came out breathy, still shaky from everything. “I’m yours, sir"
A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips. He kissed you again, slower this time, one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other continued its gentle strokes along your spine.
“Good girl" he whispered against your mouth.
He held you for a few more minutes, his large hand still stroking slow, soothing circles along your spine. You could feel him breathing you in, reluctant to let the moment end. But eventually his body tensed slightly beneath yours.
“I don’t want to rush you" he murmured against your hair, “but we’ve already been in here too long. I can't risk someone walking in and seeing you like this"
You nodded weakly against his chest, still boneless and clingy. With a quiet sigh, he pressed one last kiss to your temple before carefully helping you off his lap. His hands stayed gentle as he steadied you on your feet, supporting your weight when your legs wobbled.
He collected your discarded clothes piece by piece, sliding your panties and skirt back up your legs with surprising care. When the fabric brushed over your sore, reddened ass, you hissed.
He made a low shushing sound and rubbed the outside of your thigh soothingly before pulling your sweater over your head. He even smoothed your messy hair down with his fingers, tucking a stray strand behind your ear.
Only then did he pull on his own shirt, buttoning it with quick, efficient movements. The sight of his bare chest disappearing beneath the black fabric made something twist warmly in your stomach.
Once you were both dressed, he turned you to face him. For a long moment he simply looked at you, then tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his.
“I just don’t understand..." he said quietly, thumb brushing your bottom lip, “what a pretty girl like you wants with a man like me"
The words were spoken with a rare hint of genuine roughness in his voice, something almost vulnerable beneath the usual arrogance. His eyes searched yours, intense and unblinking.
You opened your mouth, but he shook his head slightly, not needing an answer right now. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and handed it to you.
“Put your number in"
You did, hands still a little shaky. He took the phone back, typed something quickly, and a second later your own phone buzzed in your skirt pocket.
“This is my personal number" he said, voice dropping. “You may use it, but be smart about it. No risky messages. No late night calls from your dorm if your friends are around. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir"
He cupped your face with one big hand, leaning down to kiss you deeply. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for a brief second.
“Go home like a good girl" he ordered softly, thumb stroking your cheek. “Take a hot shower, drink water and have dinner, rest that sore little body" he started. "And tomorrow in class, sit where I can see you. Act normal. But know that every time I look at you, I’ll be thinking about how beautifully you fell apart for me today"
He walked you to the door, one hand resting possessively on your lower back. Before opening it, he gave your ass one last gentle, warning squeeze that made you whimper.
“Behave" he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “You belong to me now"
Then he opened the door just enough for you to slip out into the quiet hallway. You glanced back once. Professor Ren stood there, tall and imposing, watching you with dark, satisfied eyes.
You walked away on shaky legs, heart racing, already aching for the next time he’d break you apart and put you back together.