**”Office Hours”**

I’d been watching her all semester—Haelin, the quiet girl in the back row who always bit her lip when she was concentrating. She was brilliant, but shy, never speaking unless called on. And then, last week, she’d lingered after class, nervously twisting her fingers in her skirt. *“Professor Jin… I was wondering if you could go over the material again? I—I think I missed something.”*

I knew damn well she hadn’t missed anything. Her papers were flawless. But I played along, offering extra office hours. And now, here she was, standing in my dimly lit classroom after hours, her skirt too short, her thighs too soft, her mouth too fucking tempting as she pretended to flip through her notes.

*“You’re struggling with the material?”* I leaned back against my desk, arms crossed, watching the way her breath hitched.

*“Not… exactly.”*

I arched a brow. *“Then why are you here, Haelin?”*

She didn’t answer—just stepped closer, her fingers trembling as she placed her notebook down. And then, before I could stop her (not that I would have), she dropped to her knees in front of me.

*Fuck.*

Her tiny hands worked open my belt, her warm breath ghosting over my cock through my slacks. *“I’ve been thinking about this all semester,”* she whispered.

I groaned as she yanked my pants down, freeing my already-hard dick. The second her lips wrapped around the tip, I knew I was done for. Her tongue swirled, hot and slick, as she took me deeper, gagging slightly before pulling back with a wet pop. *“You taste so good,”* she moaned, her fingers gripping my thighs.

I tangled my hands in her hair, thrusting deeper into her mouth. She whimpered, but didn’t stop—just sucked harder, her nails digging into my skin as I fucked her face. *“That’s it, take it all,”* I growled, watching tears bead in the corners of her eyes as she choked on my cock.

When she pulled away, gasping, her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed. *“I want you to fuck me, Professor,”* she panted, dragging her skirt up until I could see her soaked panties.

I didn’t hesitate. I shoved her back onto the nearest desk, scattering papers as I ripped her panties off. Her pussy was glistening, her clit swollen and begging for attention. I dragged two fingers through her folds, growling at how wet she was. *“You’ve been this wet all semester, haven’t you?”*

She nodded, whimpering as I plunged my fingers inside her.

*“Answer me, Haelin.”*

*“Yes!”* she gasped, her hips bucking as I curled my fingers. *“I—I touch myself every time after your lectures—”*

I cut her off by slamming my cock into her, hard.

She screamed, her tight cunt clamping around me like a vise. I didn’t give her time to adjust—just fucked her ruthlessly, the desk creaking under us. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nails clawing at my arms as she came, her pussy pulsing around me.

*“Fuck, you’re tight,”* I snarled, yanking her legs over my shoulders to go deeper.

*“Please—please cum inside me,”* she begged, her voice breaking.

I didn’t last much longer. With a groan, I buried myself to the hilt, spilling into her as she trembled beneath me.

When I finally pulled out, her thighs were slick with my cum. She looked wrecked—hair wild, lips bruised, pussy still twitching.

I smirked. *“Still need help with the material?”*

She grinned, breathless. *“Maybe… one more review session?”*