Ariesthetouchdeprivedgirl - Aries

Teacher’s pet

Nanami Kento x Reader | Word count: 1.0k

Content warnings: afab!reader, nicknames used: little one, baby, light degradation, college student reader!, prof. nanami, throat fucking, coercion (?), shoe humping, reader is wearing a skirt

“Do you know why I asked you to stay today after class today?”

Your professor’s gaze is nothing short of scrutinizing, his blond brows furrowed in frustration. The air is so tense it’s nearly suffocating. There’s a loud silence enveloping the empty classroom, small noises seem amplified. The ticking of the clock, the creak of Nanami’s chair when he leans forward.

“Let me be clear,” he says, deep voice echoing, “the essay you submitted— the last several essays, have been less than substantial.”

“I—

He raises his brow, gesturing with his hand for you to continue. You clear your throat, eyes darting about the room as you pick at your cuticles.

“I understand that—

“Look at me when you’re addressing me.”

The words are firm and you hope— pray, he doesn’t see the way your thighs squeeze together at his dominance.

Brown eyes hold your stare, the thin lines from the creasing of his eyes, his tongue darting across his bottom lip to wet it. It’s all so distracting. It had been all year. In reality, he was to blame for your failing grade. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

You’re not stupid, contrary to what he seems to believe. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, even some of the other students. With their low cut tops, short skirts. Maybe, just maybe. Things could play in your favor.

“How can I— Let me make it up to you,” you whisper in (what you hope is), a sultry voice. You bite your lip, flutter your lashes, squeeze your thighs together just right.

Nanami stands from his chair, wheels of the chair roll across the linoleum floors, thumping into the white board behind him, stomps overwhelm your senses.

He’s so broad like this, so much larger than your smaller frame.

“What did you say?” He growls, hands shoved in his pockets as he bends to your height.

So apparently you were as dumb as he thought. Noted.

“I-I just meant that— well,” you laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I meant that I could—

A large hand firmly grasps the ponytail resting at the top of your head, pulling you up to his height. It’s a strain, being at this angle. Standing on the tips of your toes, using his waistband to brace yourself against him.

“Are you that desperate for it?” He rumbles into your ear, thigh pushing between your legs, “That desperate for a passing grade that you’d try and coerce your teacher like that? I could get you expelled, you know?”

“I-I know.”

He hums, pulling on your hair, smirking when you cry out.

“But you won’t.”

That gets his attention.

“I know you won’t,” you say, a layer of false confidence falling over you, “if you were going to, you wouldn’t be pressing your cock into my side, Professor.”

Nanami is anything but gentle when he pushes you to the ground, hand still firmly gripping your hair while the other undoes his belt.

“Be good, and I’ll think about raising your grade.”

There’s a venom laced into his words that you’ve never heard, and you can’t deny the way it excites you. The way your cunt throbs when he presses your face against his boxer clad length.

“Take it out,” he commands.

And you do. Shaky hands pull his length out, pink tongue tentatively licking up the side of his cock as he looks down at you. A sharp tug at your hair tells you to stop teasing.

A whimper falls from your lips when the first drop of pre gets lapped up, eyes rolling back when his tip hits the back of your throat.

“You can take more,” he says, nudging your legs open with his foot. He shoves your lower half closer to the floor, and you gasp when his pointed shoe meets your heat.

It’s unspoken, what he wants you to do. So you drop your hips a little more, scoot just a smidge closer to him before your hips start bucking against his shoe moaning when he hits your core just right.

Nanami’s free hand moves to your jaw, the other still firmly grasping your head before he’s pressing his cock as deep as he can get.

Moans and whimpers vibrate against his sensitive head, curses fall from his lips as you let him use you. Let him fill the warm cavern of your mouth again, and again, and again.

You won’t last long like this, your hips rutting desperately onto him, hands clawing at his thighs when he pushes in, nestling your nose into the soft hairs resting along his pelvis.

“Fuck,” he groans, “doing so good, little one. Are you goin’ to take my load down your throat?”

You moan at his words, doing your best to nod in agreement as he continues to use you. Heavy balls slap against your chin, drool trails down your face, onto your uniform before hitting the ground below.

“Swallow it all,” he groans between gritted teeth.

Then his heavy load is filling the back of your throat. Your jaw aches from being forced open so long, but then he’s patting your hair as you hump desperately against the leather of his shoe, slick leaking onto him as you reach your own high.

When Nanami finally lets you go, you open your mouth on instinct. Show him how good you were.

He hums in approval before stepping back and sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Well,” he says, nodding his head towards the slick leather of his shoe, “clean up your mess.”

For my beloved @kentocidal <3 i love u forever n ever request: hi if u want can i please have either nanami or higuruma + teacher/student dynamic + nsfw

a/n: i have literally never written for this man in my whole entire life so if he is ooc i’m so sorry plz do not hate me 😭😭😭

eren yeager: i feel so bad whenever my friends check up on me, like baby i’m not good but don’t you worry about that

ever since i was a little girl i wanted to waste all of my potential

I want to drown in romance. I deserve that.

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