[F4F] Written - “Yes, Professor.”

I crossed my arms, slightly clenching my jaw as I saw you slumped over your desk - asleep.

“And unfortunately that’s all we have time for today, class. When the bell goes you are free to leave.” The class erupts as I say this; students packing their belongings into their bags, the sound of that alone waking you up.

You jolt upright, running a hand through your messy hair as you start to pack things into your bag when the bell rings. Students start vacating the large lecture hall, and I lean against my desk with my fingertips gripping the solid wood.

“Excuse me,” I state to you, and you look at me with sheepish eyes.

“Yes?” You answer back, smiling softly with so much false innocence.

“Now, I’ve let it slide a few times when I’ve seen you slacking off in my class as I’ve been concerned for your welfare - but do not take my leniency for granted.” I look down at you, my brown eyes piercing yours.

“O-oh! I’m sorry Professor, It’s just… I’ve been having trouble sleeping recently, and for some reason I find your class the safest for me to do so.” You twiddle your fingers nervously.

“Well as much as I appreciate that my class isn’t for sleeping. I will not have you fail my class, and I will not have you attend it just to sleep.” I raise an eyebrow at you, before tilting your chin up with my index finger so your eyes meet mine.

“Such a pretty thing, it’s a shame you’re not applying yourself.” I sigh, before walking back around my desk and adjusting my white shirt before sitting down.

You look at me puzzled; your cheeks slowly turning pink from my touch and the feel of my breath against your skin.

“I’m sorry, I..” you stutter, and I run my finger across my lower lip, cocking my head to the side as I watch you intently.

You’re so cute, so innocent. I found myself being distracted by you during classes sometimes; the way you were oblivious to the lustful gazes people shot your way, and the way you always smiled sincerely when I spoke to you. A kind soul you were indeed.

I get up from my chair, brushing my legs as I run a hand through my hair.

“Tell you what, little girl. If you want to make it up to me, you can follow me into my private office; and there I will teach you a lesson or two in discipline.” I walk up to you, our bodies so close they could almost touch, and I tower over you as I speak.

“However, if you don’t wish to make it up to me but you tell me you won’t do it again - you’re free to leave.” I tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, letting my thumb caress down your jaw softly, your lips parting in arousal and shock.

I take that opportunity to let my thumb slide across your lower lip; a hunger awakening within me.

“It’s your choice.” I pull away, turning on my heels and walking into my office without a second glance.

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