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It was a mistake that you went to that frat party.
Fall semester was quickly ending, and you knew that you could blink and it would already be finals season. Now in your final year, you would’ve thought you’d known better than to get involved with a frat guy, but how could you resist the Satoru Gojo?
Every girl on campus wanted him, but for some reason, he was attracted to you, even though you didn’t even try to make eye contact with him while you talked with your friends, not wanting to get lost in those deep blue eyes.
One thing led to another, and you ended up waking up in that same frat house, right in Satoru’s bed, with his shirt on. That was now almost a month ago, and spending the night at his place, getting fucked endlessly by him almost every night, it was now starting to catch up with you.
The clock at your desk read 4:30 AM, your eyes barely staying open to read over your notes on both your laptop and in your notebook.
Professor Higuruma had given all his students one final test before their final in December, and that test for you was at exactly 10 AM that same day. Of course, being the future law student you were, you also were the TA for his lower level class, which was at 12:30 PM. So you’d have to sit through two exams.
But you already knew this, you’d done it now twice, and each time, you’d study over the course of a week, getting to class early and taking a brain break in between. That brain break consisted of checking out your professor, Professor Higuruma, as he talked to you about his past cases.
That was the best part of having classes basically back to back. You first took Professor Higuruma’s Intro level course last Fall semester, and all the girls of that class never missed a day, often dressing better than they usually would. He was young, only 30, pretty wealthy, with a clean look about him.
But a few missing and late homework assignments along with late test grades were enough for Professor Higuruma to scold you about it, thankfully over email. Those in between brain breaks now consisted of you sitting in the nearby student union instead. Your class was too big for him to get you completely alone, and you made sure the other lower level TA took up his attention.
And now it looked like you were going to be late for class, again.
“Fuck…”
And of course, Satoru was texting you at this hour, and you couldn’t help but check your phone as it pinged, seeing his stupid message.
‘You up?’
You had to scoff at his audacity to even text this late, but you responded to him.
‘i should be asleep.’
He was quick to reply, ‘Wanna come over lmao’ ‘i have class in a few hours, gn.’
And you left him with that message, getting in your bed that was perfectly cold and crisp. There was no point in trying to stuff your head with information when you were exhausted.
Either you knew it, or you didn’t.
You sighed heavily as the bed hugged you, eyes closing before you even realized. By the time you did, the sun was shining directly in your face. You cursed at yourself for leaving the shades open, but the fact that the sun was already so high in the sky wasn’t a good sign.
You wanted to avoid looking at the clock, as if it would freeze time for you, but you glanced at it as you pulled up your sweats, and it read 9:43.
It was a race against the clock. Thankfully, you lived on campus, but that didn’t really mean anything. Other people were rushing to class, some were looking for parking, there were clubs and frats you had to avoid on the way, along with turning away from the morning food trucks that catered to the students.
Today’s outfit was going to be sweatpants, a school hoodie, along with some socks and crocs. You thanked your past self for buying that premade cold brew in your mini fridge, pouring about half of it in your huge thermos while adding just a bit of sugar.
No time to brush your teeth, put in your contacts, or to wash your face, hopefully there was a spot at the very back of the lecture hall so Professor Higuruma wouldn’t see you up close.
If you thought it wouldn’t have been too crowded, you were wrong. It was more than crowded, the entire campus was like a sardine can.
It was a month until the end of the semester, and people couldn’t afford to skip class anymore, it seemed. You cursed the slow walkers, the overcrowded bus, and lastly, the entirely full lecture hall.
Students were stressing about the exam, others were doing last minute cramming, while some were eating a quick breakfast.
To your surprise though, Professor Higuruma wasn’t at the front of the hall, and it was five minutes till 10. It was just the TA for the class, who was sorting through some papers.
But it was great, it meant that he wouldn’t know you were late. Now it was time to find a seat, preferably near the back. Which would probably be impossible since test days meant everyone wanted to sit near the back.
“Someone is late.”
You couldn’t hold back your gasp as you turned around, knowing that monotonous voice.
It was Professor Higuruma, and he looked down at you like he couldn’t care less about you. You hated how you loved that disinterested look of his, how tired he always looked, especially with his glasses on. It came off as cocky, but he had every right to be.
“Professor-” “Need help finding a seat? There’s plenty in the front.”
Professor Higuruma basically pushed you down the stairs towards the front, his hand on your bookbag. The entire front two rows were empty, save for maybe three students who were definitely not even worried about the class let alone the exam. He sat you down right next the aisle, before getting to the front of the small stage and clearing his throat into the mic, silencing everyone immediately.
“Good morning, students. As you know, this is the last exam before we have our final in December. Remember, the final is optional if you are passing the class. Anyone with a C or lower will be required to take the final.”
Unfortunate for you, since you had a 72 in the class after this past month.
“The TAs will pass out the exam now,” the two of them each grabbed a stack of exams and answer sheets, “And you’ll have until the end of the class period to finish, which you know is 11:30. You all know the drill: 45 multiple choice and 5 open ended. Get to it.”
You were one of the first ones to get an exam, of course, and you were scared shitless. You had already calculated that you’d have to get at least an 80 on this exam in order to not take the huge final. Professor Higuruma did have homework assignments, but even if you got a 100 on the handful left, you’d end up with a 78, damn it all.
The exam wasn’t too difficult, but still, running on about four hours of sleep with a stomach full of black coffee was not your idea of being prepared. You finished the exam exactly on time, still not confident in it, but you didn’t have a choice.
“Pass your exams up, and be quick about it. I’d like to get lunch before my class in an hour.”
The stragglers turned in their exams, and you wanted to be the last one up there, not wanting to face Professor Higuruma with how you looked, on top of what he said in his last email.
But of course, he wasn’t having that.
After fiddling with your book bag for no reason other than to stall, you turned in your exam last, but just as you were turning to go, he caught you.
“Nah ah,” he called your name from his desk, “I’m assuming you haven’t had any food. Join me while we wait for the students.”
If he would’ve said that a month ago, you would’ve been ecstatic. But now, you had a C in his course, you had a dirty, dry face, with unclean teeth, and an unshowered body. You could’ve died, genuinely. But you were hungry, and you’d have to face him sooner or later.
He grabbed his laptop and you followed him outside and to the cafe where there was a smoothie place. The line wasn’t too long thankfully, and the worker smiled at the two of you as you walked up, “What can I get you two?”
Professor Higuruma looked at the menu board, humming, “Can I get a tuna melt? No tomatoes please, with a medium fresh squeezed lemonade. And she’ll have the strawberry banana smoothie.”
You felt your entire face warm up, he really just ordered for you, and it seemed like he was going to pay too.
“That’ll be $17.32. Cash or card?” “Card.”
And he did pay, pulling out his card quickly and tapping it before the two of you got out of line, waiting for your food in the pick up area.
“So, are you staying silent today?”
Professor Higuruma looked at you, and you looked away, not wanting him to stare too long, “No…”
“Good. I hope the exam wasn’t too hard for you. I doubt you’d wanna do a cumulative final for my class.” “God no,” you sighed, admitting defeat, “It wasn’t too bad, but I got no sleep last night, so who knows.” “That explains the glasses and the outfit.”
“Order 28!”
“That’s us.”
You grabbed your smoothie, following Professor Higuruma back to the classroom, sipping it as you walked behind him.
He had never seen you with your glasses, you rarely wore them out. And you did dress up slightly for his class, wearing cute jeans and fitting shirts.
But you didn’t expect him to notice that.
The classroom was empty when the two of you got back, and you sat at the stage at a little table, while he sat at his desk, opening his laptop and looking at you didn’t know what.
“I’m assuming you read my last email about your TA position.” You perked up, swallowing nervously, “Yes Sir…” He eyed you, before looking back down at his screen, “And you didn’t respond?”
Usually you responded to his emails by saying ‘Yes Sir, right away’ or ‘Sorry Sir, will get that done ASAP’, but his most recent email that he sent to you Tuesday night made you not reply at all.
It basically said that if you ended his class with a C, then he wouldn’t allow you to be a TA for his Intro to Public Policy class for your final semester. Part of the reason he allowed you to be one was the fact that you aced that class when you took it last year, getting a 99 in it, but with Professor Higuruma, he valued more character building over “one little grade” as he called it.
“I know the consequences,” you responded, finding your voice, even though you were fiddling nervously with your cup, “But I’ll be fine. I’ll pass and you’ll see me again next semester.”
He hummed, raising a brow as he wiped the crumbs from his hands, “Bold statement. Don’t let me down.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. He did have high expectations of you, even though he didn’t show it perfectly.
“Now, grade those papers. The students are getting on my ass for them not being done.”
“Right…!” You set down your drink, grabbing the test papers from your bag, “Yes Sir. I almost forgot.” He eyed you again, but didn’t say anything.
He often did that, and sometimes you felt as if you annoyed him.
But it wasn’t time to think about that. You put on your headphones and graded the papers for the next hour, finishing your smoothie as you did. Students started to pile in around 12:10, their test starting at 12:30.
You along with the other TA passed out papers, then walked around and answered questions for the rest of their class. It ended at 1:45, and most of the students were gone by then, with maybe four students left.
Professor Higuruma said his goodbyes to the second TA, then he turned to speak to you as you as you began to pack up your stuff, preparing for your 3:30 Writing class.
“I’ll make sure the TAs grade your exam first,” he came over to your table, leaning forward on it with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his Rolex, slightly hairy arms, and silver rings.
Damn him for being so attractive, even as he looked down on you. You avoided his gaze, focusing on sorting through your stuff.
“I’m sure you’ll want to know how you did so you know whether or not to go to that frat party tomorrow night.”
That got your attention, and you shot up, almost glaring at him. It was slightly your fault he knew, you happened to mention Satoru in your rant about why your grade tanked so quickly to him last week, and of course, Satoru Gojo was known to be the vice president of Sigma Chi, the biggest fraternity on campus.
“I’m not going to anymore frat parties,” you stood up, “I’ll actually spend the weekend catching up on homework, if you had to know.”
He looked at you like he didn’t believe you, but didn’t say anything. You hated when he did that, he didn’t talk to let the other person spill how they were feeling, and you hated that you fell for it every time even more.
“Don’t look at me like that! I said I’m not!” “Hey, I didn’t say anything.” You put your bag on your back, “I’ll see you on Tuesday, Professor.” “See you Tuesday.”
Unlike Professor Higuruma’s class, you got to your Writing class early, finishing up some of that work while also grading test papers for your TA class.
Your day ended at 4:45 with you grabbing some food on your way back to your dorm room.
Satoru texted you, like clock work, asking if he could come over that night. After the day you had, you deserved at least some comfort, so you said he could, and he’d be over at 7:30.
Now you had time to use the communal showers, wash your face, brush your teeth, and clean up your room. Satoru texted you saying he was outside the building around 7:45, being late as usual, and you went downstairs to let him in.
Satoru was also under the same branch as Professor Higuruma: a man who shouldn’t have been as attractive as he was. He was tall, lean, with white hair, deep blue eyes, and a few face and ear piercings. He was just wearing some sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt, his hair covered by his black backwards cap, yet that simple outfit got so many girls to fall for him.
Including yourself.
He grinned at you, licking his lips to show off his tongue piercing, “Hey babe.” “How many other girls do you call that?”
You were slightly teasing, but not really, you didn’t care that Satoru slept with or talked to other girls, you knew you were his favorite.
“Only the ones who are going to law school,” his grin didn’t waver, and you only shook your head as you led the way, hiding the smirk on your face.
Satoru wasn’t shy to make himself at home in your room, taking off his shoes and immediately laying in your bed, his arms behind his head as he sighed. You straddled him, and he held your hips, licking his lips as he eyed you up and down.
“I’ve had a shit day today,” you admitted to him, and Satoru lazily felt your hips, “I had a feeling. You’ve been quiet all day, and you were up at like 4 in the morning. I didn’t expect you to reply to my text.”
Knowing him, he probably just left another girl’s dorm.
“I was studying for an exam I had today, which I’m pretty sure I barely passed. If I don't pass, then I’ll have to take a hard ass final.” “Oh yeah, this is that lawyer professor you have right? Higuruma?”
The mentioning of his name sent slight shivers down your spine. You’d hope that sleeping with Satoru would help you get over this stupid, unrequited crush, but to no avail.
Would Professor Higuruma hold you like this? Comfort you after a long day? Kiss you to sleep?
You shook the thoughts from your head, and sighed, laying on Satoru’s chest, “I just need a good cuddle. I’ll know if I passed on Tuesday, so four days of anticipation.” “A…good cuddle, you said?”
Satoru sat you up as he sat up, chuckling sheepishly, “I’ll be real with you, babe, I didn’t come to cuddle you or rock you to sleep. But if you don’t wanna fuck, that’s cool. I’ll leave.”
You couldn’t hold back your scoff. This was another thing you hated about Satoru, he never stayed. Never. It was only a handful of times he came over to yours, but each time, he never stayed, no matter how late it was.
But if you went over to the frat house and stayed, that was fine. Some of his frat guys knew you now, knew you as Satoru’s favorite girl.
But, you didn’t feel like arguing, and you didn’t want him to see you upset, so you simply got off of him, “And I thought I was your favorite.”
Satoru sat up, putting his hands up, “Favorite or not, let’s keep to our arrangement. Cuddling and canoodling leads to feelings we both don’t need.”
Then he looked at his phone, opening it and shamelessly texting some other girl, before getting out of your bed, “There’s gonna be a frat party this weekend at the house. You coming?”
Did he really just ask if you’d come over to his place after leaving you completely? There wasn’t a hint of remorse in his face or voice, as if it wasn’t a big deal to him.
“No. Homework, remember?”
You were short with him, and he seemed to realize that, “Ah right,” he took off his cap and scratched his hair, “Don’t take this personal, babe. It’s not you, I swear. Just call me whenever you wanna get dicked down,” he grinned, a grin many girls like you fell for.
And with that he left you, and you hated the fact that you felt tears welling in your eyes. You felt like a pure idiot, sacrificing your grade to get drunk and fuck some guy who didn’t really give a fuck about you, just to get over your professor who slightly gave a fuck about you.
Satoru probably had a lot of favorite girls, or more like girls who were so easy for him.
It was still early in the night, so you instead decided to finish up some missing assignments for Professor Higuruma. And that’s what you spent your weekend doing: getting up, going to the cafe, doing homework at the library, then going home.
Tuesday came around, and you were actually early for class, with a full belly, brushed teeth, washed face, and your contacts in.
People were talking about their grades, nervous about whether or not they’d have to take the final. Professor Higuruma was old school, he liked to give out the test papers before putting the grades in online.
He got there five minutes before 10 again, wearing a chocolate brown sweater vest with a cream colored button up, his sleeves rolled up. His pants matched his vest, his loafers pitch black, just like his hair, eyes, and glasses.
“Good morning,” he set down a massive stack of papers, “I’m sure you’re all eager to get your test papers back. I have them sorted alphabetically, so I’ll have myself and the TAs pass them out, just raise your hand whenever your name is called and we’ll be right to you.”
Having them sorted out alphabetically was a straight lie, since he came right to you, and the last time you checked, your name shouldn’t have been exactly first. He set the paper face down on your small desk, eyeing you before walking away.
That wasn’t a good sign, especially as you flipped over the exam, and saw a big fat 75 written in red.
Tears begun to sting your eyes. The idea of having to take a cumulative law final was not in your cards, especially if you failed. If you failed the final, you’d probably have to retake the class.
But you didn’t want anyone seeing you cry, so you blinked away the tears as Professor Higuruma and the TAs finished up, the students buzzing with both happiness and dejection.
“Now, the class average was an 86. Not bad. I’ll have a few homework assignments left for anyone wanting to pick their grade up. For the rest of class, I’ll just go over the exam. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, but I know some of you will.”
As Professor Higuruma went over the exam, you went through your mistakes. Thankfully, you got almost full points on the open ended, with just one minor error. The thing that got you was the most recent material, and you cringed at the small mistakes.
Then, class was over, and it sucked even more, because you couldn’t even go back to your dorm room and cry. You had to sit with Professor Higuruma and his other class for another two hours.
“Are you upset?”
The class had left, and you were sitting in your designated TA spot, trying to swallow the huge lump in your throat. The path to law school was never a firm one, your advisor told you. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d cry.
“No,” you lied, surprised your voice wasn’t shaking, “I’m bummed about taking that stupid final is all.” “Hm,” was all he said, making you look up at him, and he was looking down at you, actually looking down on you this time, “I expected better from you.”
Professor Higuruma actually took off his glasses, putting them on his head, “When I asked you to be my TA, it was because you showed promise. Anyone can be smart, anyone can have passion, but to stay in law, you have to show promise. But in the past month, you’ve seemingly…faltered. I don’t know exactly why since you won’t say, but I hope it was worth putting your career on the line.”
The harshness in his tone surprised you to silence. Those tears you were pushing down were starting to come up again, your throat getting tighter by the second. You felt your face tightening up, “I…I…”
The tears fell from your eyes, slowly, but then they quickly picked up the pace. Professor Higuruma, shocking you for the second time today, softly put his hand on your face, wiping your tears.
“I’ll be in my office until six tonight,” his tone grew soft, “Go home. Get some rest. See me later, bring your exam.” “Okay…”
You gathered your stuff, wiping the rest of the tears off of your face before you got on the bus back to your dorm room. You cried hard into your pillow, not even bothering laying down, just standing over the tall bed.
You were crying because Professor Higuruma was right. This class was important for your potential career, and you almost threw it away for a guy who didn’t even like you. So much for trying to have even a little bit of fun.
After letting it all out for a bit, you fully got into bed, just scrolling on your phone for a while, before you decided to get up and actually get some lunch before heading to your last class of the day.
Professor Higuruma’s office was in the same building as his classes, just on the top floor. You got there around five, hoping he didn’t have anyone there for office hours.
Thankfully, his door was open, and you only heard the clicking of a keyboard. You knocked on the open door, and he looked up at you, “Come in, close the door.”
You obeyed, closing the door behind you before sitting in front of him. You hadn’t been in his office in over a year, but not much had changed.
Professor Higuruma was unmarried, but he had some nieces and nephews pictured on his wall. He also had his degrees displayed: an Associates in Psychology, a Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice, and his Juris Doctor degree.
“Your exam?”
He eyed you, catching you looking around his office, and you collected your eight embarrassment, “Right…”
You passed him the thick packet, expecting him to go over it, open it, do something with it, but he simply put it on his desk, looking down at it before he took off his glasses.
“So, what’s the plan?”
He didn’t even seem to care about your exam, instead looking straight at you, and you swallowed a bit as you thought of a good answer to tell him.
“I pass the final.” “Is that it?”
Not the best answer, you needed to do better.
“I really want to be the TA for your Intro class, Sir,” his brow rose, “I’m sorry for lacking this past month.”
Was it unprofessional to mention your personal life to your professor? Maybe.
“I…I’ve been having relationship issues, is all. I’m not saying I’m over it, but I won’t let it intervene with us and my career. I want to be your TA, I want to get a recommendation letter from you, and I want to become an attorney.”
“Us?”
For the first time since you’ve known him, Professor Higuruma actually smirked a bit. He rubbed his hands together as he did, looking as if he knew how attractive he was,, but it embarrassed you, warmth quickly coming up your neck.
“Not in that way!” You put your hand up, “I’d never-I meant as in our mentor and mentee relationship.”
“Of course,” but he said it as if he was teasing you.
Professor Higuruma, teasing you.
“Good,” his smirk fell, but his face was still loose, “That’s what I need to hear. I don’t need my favorite student failing because of someone else.”
Now it was your turn to tease, “Now I’m your favorite student? I bet you have a lot of favorites.”
The conversation was turning rather familiar, and you were about to drop the entire thing, but Professor Higuruma seemed intrigued, “Is someone jealous about me possibly having other favorite students?”
There was definitely a line being crossed somewhere, but Professor Higuruma was bold, he gave no sign of fear or uncertainty. Your heart was in your ears, but you wanted to keep your cool. The line wasn’t crossed, not yet, but he was toeing it, and you wanted to toe it too.
But this time, you’d be cautious. Satoru didn’t have favorites, he had girls that were easy. You weren’t going to be Professor Higuruma’s easy to please student.
“And why would I be jealous?” You grabbed your test sheet back, “You’ve been a professor here for three years now, you’ve probably had tons of favorites who fawned over your degrees, your name, and your prestige.”
Professor Higuruma snatched back your exam, much to your shock. He was so fast, you didn’t even have time to put it back in your bag. He rolled up the exam, tapping it against his own hand.
“Those are the words of a jealous woman, but there’s no need to be jealous. I don’t have favorites, I have a favorite.”
Suddenly you were very conscious of how you looked. Your outfit was modest, just a pair of jeans with a long sleeved shirt, but now it felt as if you weren’t covered at all, as if you were exposed completely.
The look on your face must’ve changed, because Professor Higuruma started to chuckle, standing up and walking over to you, leaning on his desk, your rolled up test still in his hands.
“Something you don’t know about me, Miss,” he said your last name, “Is that I’m quite a Type A man. Or maybe you caught onto that. Regardless, I like things neat, I like my things in order, and I’d like my favorite student to be good for me and not let some potential fraternity boy get her down.”
Your test found its way under your chin, as Professor Higuruma lifted your chin with it so you could meet his eyes.
“In law school, I was always told I had a soft spot,” he tapped your chin softly, “So, you could just pass my final, pass my class, TA for my Intro class for your last semester, take the LSAT in March, and get into law school thanks to my reputation.”
There was an ‘or’ in there somewhere, and you waited for him to say it, but he didn’t, still looking down at you, as if he was waiting for you to say it.
“Or…” You began, nervous to cross that line, “Or I could be good for you, Sir.”
Professor Higuruma deeply sighed, as if he was waiting for you to say yes. He licked his lips, pulling away your exam and leaning back on his desk, his belted waist there for you to see.
“Thursday, at six, meet me at this bar,” he gave you a black card, “There is a dress code, adhere to it. Oh, and clear your Friday schedule. I’ll see you in class on Thursday.” “Yes Sir.”
It was clear he liked when you called him that, and it was only proven by the way he smirked a bit. You got up, leaving his office with a slight pep in your step. Once you got home, you looked up the bar on the card he gave you, and it was a very upscale place.
The prices were not cheap in the slightest, the dress code was semi-formal to black tie, and celebrities had frequented it.
Class on Thursday was different. Both of you got there early, but you weren’t the only student there, so as much as you would’ve loved to have more of what he gave you on Tuesday, you played it cool.
That was until class ended, and the last student and TA left the two of you alone. You walked over to him, sitting on his desk as he typed up the lesson from today’s lecture. He looked at you, humming as if he was disinterested.
“Is the bar we’re going to a bar that you frequent?” “With my other favorite students? Oh, absolutely.”
You had to chuckle at him, and he looked at you fully, “I prefer you with your glasses. Maybe I’ll see them tonight.” “Maybe you will, you’ve been good.”
Professor Higuruma scoffed playfully, hiding his forming grin, “I’ve been good?” “What, have you been bad?” And then he eyed you shamelessly, practically undressing you with his eyes, “I’d say I’ve been very bad.”
You liked this game the two of you were playing, but another part of you wanted to ask how long has he wanted this? You’ve wanted this for over a year, has he?
But you thought hard, and he was your professor still. Even if it all was temporary, Professor Higuruma was nothing like Satoru.
“Not bad enough,” you bit back. “I know,” His reply was fast, now keeping eye contact with you, “I can be worse.”
Professor Higuruma fully took off his glasses, putting them on the desk before pulling out his chair from under it. He was wearing a rather tight pair of black pants, his hands a stark contrast to them as he patted his lap.
”It’s already 11:40, almost an hour before my next class.” His eyes went to your lips, before going back to yours, “I’m eager to see if you actually want this.” “Yes, I do.”
The look on his face was pure desire, and he pushed out his chair more, “On your knees then.”
The desk at the front was huge and wide, with its own monitor, keyboard, and projector. There was plenty of room for you to fit under it. You walked past him and obeyed him, getting on your knees under him. His cologne was deep, with hints of musk and sweetness.
Professor Higuruma held your face softly, “This sight alone has me going,” you parted your lips for him, and he sighed heavily as his thumb grazed your lower lip, “There’s my good girl.”
His hands went to his belt, undoing it and taking off his semi-erect cock. He was cut, pre cum already rolling down his tanned shaft. His hair was neatly trimmed, not too long but not too short.
“Do you like it?” He tilted your chin up so you could look at him again. “Is it everything you’ve ever imagined?” His thumb went slowly in your mouth, and you whimpered, putting your hands on his legs as he pulled you to his crotch.
“Try not to be too loud,” he practically whispered it, before he took his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with the tip of his now fully hard cock.
You licked up his shaft, tasting the slight saltiness of his pre cum and sweat. You closed your eyes as you reached his tip, licking around his head and hole.
Professor Higuruma hummed, his hand going to your hair. You pushed yourself down on his cock, sucking and hollowing out your cheeks as you sped up the pace.
“Fuck…I’ve been wanting those pretty lips on my cock for months.”
His reveal made your brows furrow, whimpers leaving your mouth. You had no idea he felt the same way as you. He gave no inclination, never changed the way he acted.
“Can you go deeper for me?”
It wasn't a command, but it wasn’t a plea either. You felt his hand in your head tighten up a bit, and you slowly went further and further, until you felt like gagging even the slightest.
“Yes, oh fuck yes…” Professor Higuruma groaned, “Just like that.”
You kept that tempo, your grip on his thighs tightening as you felt your eyes watering. Professor Higuruma’s grip on your hair tightened as he constantly praised you.
“Stick your tongue out.”
He pulled you off of him, causing you to cough a bit as a trail of saliva ran down your lips. You obeyed him, and his eyes never left yours as he slowly fucked into your mouth.
You broke eye contact first, rolling them back a bit as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You slightly gagged, but those gags only made him groan more.
“I want to fuck your throat so badly. I’m holding back so hard.”
Your eyes shot up at him, and his face was flushed, his shirt actually slightly undone.
“Unfortunately we don’t have the time.”
Right, his next class was soon. You grabbed the base of his cock, licking his tip and going down his shaft in a rhythm. Professor Higuruma’s groans were enough for you to know he was enjoying it.
“Shit…shit stick your tongue out…!”
He practically pulled you off of him, stroking himself off right into your mouth and on your face, using his other hand to grip onto your hair as if you were going somewhere.
You licked the remnants that fell on and around your lips as Professor Higuruma came back down from his orgasm, looking down at you.
“Mm,” he was almost admiring his work, and he fixed your hair for you, “Wear your glasses tonight, and a black dress.” “Yes Sir…”
There was that deep sigh again, and he wiped your face and lips off. He pulled his chair out to allow you to get out, and you sat at your designated spot just in time for the first few students to trickle in.
Once that class ended, you didn’t even bother going to your Writing class, instead heading straight to the store to find a classy black dress that wouldn’t have broke the bank. You tried on an array of dresses, and only one really caught your attention.
It was a black silk dress, with off the should sheer straps and a long left leg slit. It was simple, but it hugged you in all the right places. You paired the dress with silver heels and jewelry, wearing a dangly set of earrings with a pendant necklace and a charm bracelet, with your glasses as the cherry on top.
You got to the bar fashionably late, 6:15, and saw that there was valet parking. You were surprised, giving the man your keys as you drove up, and seeing Professor Higuruma waiting for you outside. He looked absolutely perfect, wearing a full tuxedo, showing off his diamond jewelry and Rolex, carrying a single black rose.
And funnily enough, he wasn’t wearing his glasses.
“There’s my girl.”
Professor Higuruma calling you his girl made your ears hot, followed by his hand on your lower back, “For you.” He gave you the rose, and you smiled, “Thank you.” “Now, let’s go and get a drink.”
The bar wasn’t full, but it wasn’t empty either. It was chilly out, and he got you both a spot at the bar closest to the largest fire place. There was light classical music playing, along with people being served extravagant dishes and drinks. The atmosphere felt richer, older, and you couldn’t believe you were there.
“I would’ve asked you to dinner,” he began as the two of you sat, “But I find drinks more memorable.” “What does Professor Higuruma drink?” “First off, don’t call me Professor. You can just call me Higuruma.”
Then you smirked, “I thought you preferred Sir.” He smirked a bit, “And I thought you just liked saying that.” “Who said I didn’t?”
Higuruma ordered an Old Fashioned while you got some red wine. You learned more about him, like how he passed the LSAT and the Bar on his first try, both with high scores, how he even got into law, and how teaching was just his side job. His main job was being an attorney, and he only went into teaching to make sure the next generation of lawyers were good.
Good like you, were his words.
After a few glasses of wine along with some appetizers you didn’t even know the names of, you got comfortable, even a bit tipsy.
“Do you know how many girls in your classes have a crush on you?” “At least ten, I assume,” Higuruma swished his drink, smirking at you, “Or eleven, including you.”
You scoffed, grabbing your wine glass, “You think too highly of yourself,” you weren’t tipsy enough to call him anything else that wasn’t Professor Higuruma, though.
“I’m nowhere near drunk enough,” Higuruma continued, “But when you told me about that frat guy, I actually got jealous. Embarrassingly so.”
Your already warm face went hot at his confession, and you leaned closer to him, “You…got jealous of Satoru?”
“I may be a couple of years older than you, but I’m no fool. I can see when a guy has girls around his finger.”
“He didn’t have me around his finger,” you scowled, “Well…not entirely.”
“Which I am thankful for,” Higuruma finished his drink, sighing heavily and putting it on the bar, “It’s already 8. We should head back to my place. I made some beef bourguignon this morning. Just have to make the mashed potatoes to go with it.”
It was hard to hide the surprise on your face, your brows raised, “Wait what about my car?” “We’ll come get it tomorrow.”
That was your only worry, so the two of you left the bar, heading to the valet to fetch his car. You knew Higuruma had money, but you didn’t except him to drive an Aston Martin. It was a sleek black car, with a burgundy interior.
As the valet handed Higuruma his keys, you couldn’t hold back your shock. “How much is this thing!?”
Higuruma chuckled, opening the passenger side door for you, “You can guess. Another benefit of being a lawyer, and a damn good one.”
The car smelled like cologne and mint and it drove insanely smooth, like it was made just for Higuruma. He drove you to his condo apartment in the city. Again, it was hard to not be impressed once, but there were definitely hints at his lifestyle, like the way he dressed every class or the way he had multiple Rolexes.
The view of the city was beautiful from several floors up, the early night reflecting on the many lights of the city. The floor to ceiling windows of the condo were amazing enough for you to see, and thankfully, the two of you weren’t high enough for you to feel faint.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
He stood next to you, and you looked at him, “It is. Better than a view in a college dorm room.” He chuckled, walking away before turning on his pseudo fireplace and sitting on the couch, slowly undoing his tie.
“It’s been a damn long week,” he sighed, “I’ve had back to back cases, won all of them but still.”
Higuruma looked damn good on the couch, his legs spread, his head rolled back, the light of the fireplace reflecting on him.
You walked over to him, boldly sitting on his lap, and he looked at you, his expression unchanging, “You wanna tell me all about it?”
His hands found their way to your waist, and he lazily circled a finger on your skin, your breath hitching at his touch.
“I’d rather fuck you.”
It was barely a whisper, yet it made your heart skip a beat. You leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped you, instead getting you off of him and standing up to go to his bedroom.
It was just like his living room, with floor to ceiling windows. He pushed a button near the light switches, turning on a dimly lit overhead light. You lied on his bed, watching him come over and hover over you.
His lips met your ear, and he whispered in it, “You call me Sir in here. I’m a needy man, I need my dessert before my dinner.” “Fuck…”
“Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good girl.”
Higuruma licked down your neck, kissing and biting at it while you held onto his back. He was being stingy, and he knew it. He went to your lips, slowly kissing you. It was soft yet needy, and you were begging for more as he bit your lip, dragging it out a bit before diving back in. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and your hands went around his neck and in his hair.
He broke the kiss first, undoing his tie completely before he tied your wrists to a notch in his headboard. You watched as he took off his jacket, then began unbuttoning his shirt.
Higuruma’s build was perfect, not too built, but not too skinny either. He was fit, with a slight happy trail shaping his six pack. Your eyes immediately went to his crotch, wanting to see his cock again, wanting to feel his erection.
He granted one of your requests, softly grabbing your waist and pulling your crotch into his, causing you to lightly whimper.
“Is that what you want?” “Yes Sir…”
He began to undo your dress, kissing down your naked body as he did. He licked down your stomach, tossing your dress to the floor, leaving you in the lacy black underwear you wore for him.
Higuruma kissed them, and you swore he sniffed them too, groaning a bit as he did.
He slowly took them off, actually putting them in his pocket, before propping your legs up. His eyes didn’t leave your face as he slowly lapped up your clit.
“Mmm!”
He watched every reaction, focusing on going from sucking to licking. It was torture but pleasure, you needed more. A lot more.
“Pro…Sir…”
It was hard to not call him professor anymore.
He stopped, sucking on his fingers, before he pushed them inside of your cunt, his lips and tongue now focusing on your clit.
“You’re soaked, baby.”
Higuruma chuckled against your clit, his fingers curling up as he sped up his pace. Your fingers gripped at the air, and you couldn’t even look at him, your head rolled back and your eyes to the ceiling.
“Faster…! More…”
He obeyed, and your moans turned more into groans as you arched your body into his face. His other hand found its way to your lower back, holding onto you.
“Right there! Fuck, I need…deeper…!”
Higuruma just chuckled, making you look down at him. He was knuckle deep in you, and it still wasn’t enough.
“Should I stop?”
His fingers kept going, his other hand’s thumb going in circles on your clit. Your breath hitched, and you whimpered, holding your tied hands to your chest.
“Do you need my cock that badly? I don’t think you do,” His fingers curled harder, and you gasped as they grazed deep inside of you, “I don’t even see tears yet.”
How did it take you this long to realize Higuruma was a freak?
His tongue went back to your clit, doing a lapping motion while also sucking. That paired with his fingers was enough to get you close. Your body began to shake, the only words spilling out of your mouth were his name along with a few small curses.
“Oh my God I’m gonna…I’m-I can’t…!”
You squeezed Higuruma’s face with your thighs as you came hard on his fingers. But he wasn’t done, still sucking on your clit and adding a third finger inside of you.
“Fuck! Wait…! Oh my God…”
But he didn’t wait, actually closing his eyes and groaning against your cunt.
“Fuckkkk! Oh my God Oh my…!”
You began to kick a bit, to no avail. Your hands were also tied, and you couldn’t even try to run away from him. You felt tears in your eyes, and you pulled on his tie as you hit your second climax.
The world went white for a second, and by the time you came back down, Higuruma was kissing your stomach, looking up at you.
He took his fingers out of you, licking the three of them with a satisfied look in his eyes.
“There are those tears.”
Higuruma got up to your level, biting your neck softly. You felt his erection through his pants, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I need it…I need you.”
Higuruma undid his belt, before he took out a string of condoms from his other pocket. He took off his black briefs, and you shamelessly eyed his dick. He leaned over to get under his pillow, pulling out a black condom.
Once it was on, he slapped his tip on your slit, before pushing into you slowly. He groaned as you whimpered, putting his thumb into your mouth while his other hand held into your leg.
“Shit, that’s what I needed.”
Higuruma wasn’t shy or awaiting your pleas, immediately drilling into you. Your eyes popped open and you moaned on his thumb. His eyes never left your face, which was slightly embarrassing. You’ve only ever had sex in complete darkness with some TV show playing in the background, not by a dim, intimate lighting with the only sound being your cunt and moans.
A smirk cracked on Higuruma’s face, and he slowed his hips, taking his thumb and lying it on your lips, “Are you embarrassed?” “N-No!” “I think you are.”
He undid his tie, pinning your wrists straight to the bed himself, before he leaned down to your ear.
“I’ll pull out right now if you don’t admit that to me.”
Your eyes went wide, and you slowly felt his dick leave you, “I!…I’ve never had sex like this before…it’s more intimate with you.”
Without giving you a heads up, Higuruma shoved his cock back into you, hitting your cervix and making you gasp in pain.
“You’ve never had sex with a real man,” his hips went hard, and you couldn’t hold back your almost screams, “I love to watch what’s mine, love to watch every squirm and scream. I love watching how embarrassed you get.”
He called you his, before he kissed you, silencing your lips. Higuruma was the only one holding that kiss together. His grip on you was insane, both his lips and his hands.
Higuruma broke the kiss, letting go of your wrists so you could feel his muscular back.
“How…how did you know I…” He chuckled, speeding up his pace, “I always know what you need. It’s always all over your face.”
Higuruma wasn’t lying. One look at you and he knew if you wanted it harder and faster, or softer and slower. He rammed his tip deep inside of you as he whispered in your ear.
“I know you’ve been wanting me for a while…” Your nails dug into his back as he slowed his pace, making your eyes roll back, “You’ve been a naughty girl the past month, I almost didn’t give it to you.”
He rolled his hips into you as he spoke, opening your legs so he could get a deeper stroke, and you gasped a bit, “Fuck…!”
“But you’ve been good, you’ve always been good.”
Higuruma sped up his hips again, and you groaned, holding onto him tighter. His bedroom voice was pure sex, not to mention how sexy he looked whenever he caught you staring at him.
“Shit I’m already close…”
Higuruma’s pace got a bit sloppy, and he backed up a bit so he could grab your waist and ram his cock into you, over and over again.
It gave you the chance to aimlessly check him out, watching how his brows began to furrow as he got closer to his climax.
”Oh fuck…! Fuck I’m gonna cum!”
Higuruma pulled out of you, taking off his condom and stroking his dick. He came all over your stomach, almost falling over as he did. It was bad how greedy you were. Seeing him come all over you just made you want him more.
“I wanna ride you.”
The words left your mouth before you could think, and he looked at you. He didn’t even argue, immediately flipping you over so you were on top.
Now you got a full look at him. His hair was slightly wet with sweat, his chest was too, and you could feel his Rolex and rings as he held your waist.
You focused on making out with him, holding onto his bed while his hands moved to your lower back. You had never gone raw before, but you could feel his wet cock close to your cunt.
You moved down to his neck, and he groaned as you bit him. Higuruma always talked about you being good, but what about him? He deserved to be catered too as well.
“I have more condoms in my…my nightstand.”
You looked at him, his face flushed and his hair sticking to him.
“Did you…did you want to?” Because you certainly didn’t. He hadn’t come in your mouth or even in the condom, always on you. Maybe he just wanted to be safe or not have any pregnancy scares.
But he slowly smirked, even chuckling a bit.
“What a naughty girl. Ride my cock.”
Higuruma was commanding yet soft, he didn’t have to tell you twice. You held onto his shoulder while feeling around for his base.
Once you found it, you held it steady, slowly sitting on it. The feeling of his raw cock was amazing, and you gasped at the feeling, while he hummed deeply. His broad shoulders made for a good grip as you bounced on him.
Higuruma groaned, holding hard onto your waist while also pushing up into you.
“Shit, you can ride…”
You smirked a bit, loving the look of ecstasy on his face, “Mhm.” He looked at you, and smirked a bit, slapping your ass and grabbing it.
“Someone’s cocky,” Of course he could tell. “And rightfully so.”
Higuruma didn’t say it outright, but he definitely liked you on top more. You could tell just by the way he held you, the way he moaned your name, the way he even looked at you as you sped up your pace, bouncing hard in his lap while kissing his neck.
“Fuck I’m close again…”
His groans turned more into slight whimpers as he began to buck up into you. You went faster, your legs burning in pain, but you didn’t care. You needed his cum, you needed to get him there.
“I’m coming…! Fuck!”
Higuruma’s nails gripped into you as he came. You could feel the warmth of his cum as it shot up into you. That alone was straight pleasure, and you whimpered in his ear as he pumped it inside of you.
The two of you held onto each other for a little bit, before you sat up a bit to kiss him.
“Shit,” he said your name, and you slowly got off of him, lying next to him as his come began to spill out of you. Higuruma pulled you close, putting the top sheet over the both of you and sighing heavily. You didn’t mind falling asleep on his semi sweaty chest, but you could feel your stomach slowly starting to growl.
“What about dinner?” “We can eat in a bit.” He kissed your shoulder, “I just don’t want to let you go, not yet.”
He pulled you in tighter, and you held his back, listening to the sound of his heart. Satoru sometimes stayed with you after sex, but nothing compared to this.
Higuruma kissed your scalp, humming and rubbing your back. Part of you couldn’t believe it was real, him being here, you being with him. His humming was lulling you to sleep, and you were halfway there before you felt him shift.
“Did you still want that beef bourguignon?” He whispered against your ear, and you slowly opened your eyes, humming in slight annoyance.
He chuckled a bit, “I’ll make the potatoes, you go ahead and take a shower. I bought some lavender soap for you.”
You held him tighter before he got up, hiding your face in his chest so he wouldn’t notice the look on your face.
“You bought lavender soap for me? How long were you planning having me here?”
Higuruma pushed you away a bit, getting of the bed and stretching a bit as he did, “I’ll talk about it over dinner.”
You got a good look at his ass, nice and perky, and you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. He turned as he put on his underwear, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. You also got up as he left for the kitchen, going to his bathroom.
Higuruma’s entire house was like him: neat, dark, and academic. His bathroom was just the same: a black bathtub with a separate shower, two sinks with an array of hair products, along with your own lavender body wash, lotion, and matching wash cloth.
After taking a nice hot shower, you got out with just a towel on, hearing some music from the kitchen. Higuruma was there in nothing but an apron and his underwear, the welts now appearing on his back as he was mashing fresh potatoes .
“I put the beef bourguignon in the oven, so it should be done heating up soon. Mashed potatoes are almost done, and I have some red wine for us,” then he turned to face you, “Oh, and I have a silk robe for you in my closet.”
You smirked a bit, and went back to his room to put on the robe before going back to the kitchen and sitting at the dining table.
Higuruma plated the food, bringing over the bottle of wine and glasses first before setting down your plate.
“You’re quite the romantic, Higuruma.” He smirked as he sat down, “I try. Now, let’s eat.”
The food was delicious, and he told you about how the process was. But you were curious about how perfect this set up was.
“So, how long were you planning this?” Higuruma sipped his wine, “A little while.” How long was a little while, you wondered.
You must really like me.” “I do.” “Why not other girls?”
Higuruma rose a brow, “When you get into law school, you’ll quickly find out you don’t have any time for romantics. Hell, I haven’t gotten laid in months. I’m surprised I held back for as long as I did…but I do have fun by myself.”
The idea of Higuruma jerking off turned you on more than you’d admit to him. But then again, he probably saw the way you adjusted yourself, his face breaking into a smirk, “Maybe I’ll let you watch one day.”
You looked away from him, trying to hide your expression. He said “one day”, meaning he wanted to keep this relationship with you. Maybe this relationship could have other benefits.
“So,” you twirled your fork in the potatoes, “What does this mean for my grade?”
Higuruma began to chuckle, wiping his mouth with his napkin before looking at you, “Is that the only reason why you agreed to sleep with me?”
His tone wasn’t angry or disappointed, but you still didn’t want it to come across that way, “Of course not! I just thought since…”
“Babe,” Higuruma leaned forward, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it, just look pretty while I fuck you.”
He left you speechless, wouldn’t be the first time, so you focused on eating your dinner. Once you were done, Higuruma took your plate and washed all the dishes. The two of you went to his living room and he put on a movie, cuddling with you as the two of you lied in the laid back sectional couch.
Higuruma was looking at you, and you looked back at him, and he actually smiled at you.
“The answer to your question, about how long I’ve been planning this, eight months.”
“Eight months…?” You were surprised, now trying to remember every interaction you’ve had with him for the entire semester and over the Summer.
“At first, I debated even acting on it. You’re my student, my TA, eight years my junior, it was a lot.” “So, what made you act on it?”
“That frat boy.”
His grip on your leg slightly tightened, “You began to show up late or not show up at all, and when you told me about some fraternity guy, I got…possessive.” “Jealous, you mean.”
“Do you prefer him or me?” Higuruma ignored you, and you hummed, not wanting to get super vulnerable. But a lot of super vulnerable things happened tonight. Admitting this was nothing compared to everything else.
Regardless, you looked away as you spoke, “I only slept with him…to get over you.”
Higuruma grabbed your chin softly, making you look back at him, “Those are fucking words,” he said your name, putting his thumb on your lips. He slowly licked his lips, slightly adjusting himself, “I already said I was a needy man. Expect me to need you daily.”
He had a dark, almost hungry look in his eyes, and you could only whimper his name in response as he pushed the rest of his thumb into your mouth.
It seemed like your luck was taking a turn for the better.