The university halls were eerily quiet after hours, the faint hum of flickering fluorescent lights the only sound as Ana strutted down the corridor toward Professor Levi Ackerman’s office. Her tight skirt clung to her hips, barely covering the curves she knew how to work, and her stiletto heels clicked with purpose against the tiled floor. At eighteen, she oozed a confidence that could stop hearts—or at least grades in their tracks. She had one mission tonight: extra credit. And she was damn well going to get it, one way or another.
She didn’t bother knocking. Instead, she pushed the door open with a dramatic flair, letting it creak just enough to announce her presence. Professor Ackerman sat behind his desk, his sharp, angular features illuminated by the dim glow of a desk lamp. Nearly twenty years her senior, Levi had a reputation that preceded him—a notorious weakness for a pretty face and a willing body. His dark eyes flicked up from the stack of papers he was pretending to grade, and a slow, predatory smirk curled his lips as he took her in.
“Well, well, Miss Ana,” he drawled, leaning back in his chair, his gaze raking over her from head to toe. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this… late-night visit?”
Ana tilted her head, batting her lashes with a faux innocence that didn’t fool either of them. She stepped closer, her hips swaying just enough to draw his attention. “Oh, Professor,” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed intent, “I’ve been so worried about my grade in your class. I was hoping there’s… *anything* I can do to boost it.” She leaned over his desk, her cleavage on full display, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “I’m very… open to suggestions.”
Levi’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with mischief as he steepled his fingers. “Is that so?” His voice was low, a dangerous edge to it that sent a thrill down her spine. “You think you can just waltz in here, looking like that, and I’ll hand over an A? Nah, sweetheart. You’ve gotta earn it. Turn that little ass around and show me something worth my time.”
Ana’s grin was pure wickedness. She loved a challenge, and Levi was playing right into her hands. “Oh, I thought you’d never ask,” she teased, straightening up and spinning around with a deliberate slowness. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt before hiking it up, revealing the barely-there thong that left little to the imagination. She gave her hips a playful wiggle, glancing over her shoulder to catch his reaction. “This worth a passing grade, Professor? Or do I need to sweeten the deal?”
Levi’s chuckle was dark, almost a growl, as he pushed himself out of his chair. His gaze was hungry, predatory, as he closed the distance between them. “Oh, it’s a start. But I’m gonna need more than a tease. Strip. Now. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to impress me.”
Ana didn’t hesitate, her smile never faltering as she turned to face him. “Your wish is my command,” she quipped, her tone laced with mockery as she peeled off her top, letting it fall to the floor. Her skirt followed, then the thong, until she stood bare before him, her perky breasts and smooth, shaven skin on full display. She cocked a hip, daring him with her eyes. “Well? Am I acing this yet, or do you need a closer look?”
He didn’t bother with words. Levi’s hands were on her in an instant, roaming her body with a possessive grip. He squeezed her breasts, a low growl rumbling in his throat as his thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples. “Fuck, you’re a sight,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. His fingers slid lower, teasing her slick folds, and he smirked at the wetness he found there. “Already soaked, huh? You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?”
Ana pressed herself against him, her breath hitching as she felt the hard bulge in his pants. “Oh, I’m not begging, Professor,” she shot back, her voice sharp and taunting as her hand slid down to rub him through the fabric. “I’m taking. And from the feel of this, you’re the one who can’t resist me.” She gave him a firm stroke, reveling in the way his jaw tightened.
“Careful, little girl,” he warned, though his tone was more amused than threatening. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Then burn me,” she retorted with a sly grin, dropping to her knees before he could respond. Her fingers deftly worked at his belt, but she took it a step further, using her teeth to tug down his zipper with a slow, deliberate tease. When his throbbing length sprang free, her mouth watered at the sight. “Mmm, looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me,” she murmured, flicking her eyes up to meet his before wrapping her lips around him.
Levi groaned, his hands instinctively gripping her head as she took him in, her tongue swirling with expert skill. “Fuck, you’ve got a mouth on you,” he rasped, his hips twitching as she worked him over. “Keep that up, and I might just give you the whole damn syllabus.”
Ana hummed around him, the vibration pulling another curse from his lips, but she wasn’t about to let him have all the control. She pulled back just enough to smirk up at him. “Oh, I’m not done yet, old man. You’re gonna give me that A, and I’m gonna make sure you enjoy every second of it.”
That was all it took. Levi’s patience snapped, and with a rough grunt, he hauled her up, spinning her around and bending her over his desk. Papers scattered as he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, slut,” he growled, plunging into her without warning. The stretch was delicious, and Ana gasped, her nails digging into the wood as he fucked her hard and fast. “But damn, you’re a good fuck.”
Each thrust was punctuated by his filthy praise, and Ana pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm with equal ferocity. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding even as pleasure coiled tight in her core. “If I’m earning this grade, make it worth my while.”
Levi didn’t disappoint. His pace quickened, his grip bruising as he drove into her, and it wasn’t long before he reached his peak. With a guttural grunt, he came inside her, his hand coming down hard on her ass with a stinging slap. “Thanks, slut,” he muttered, his tone a mix of satisfaction and dismissal as he pulled out, leaving her dripping and breathless.
Ana straightened up, unbothered by his crassness, and tossed him a playful smirk over her shoulder as she gathered her clothes. “Not bad for an old man,” she taunted, slipping her skirt back on with a deliberate slowness meant to tease. “I’ll take that A now. Don’t make me come back for a repeat performance.”
Levi leaned against his desk, watching her with a smirk of his own as he adjusted his pants. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got a feeling this won’t be the last time I see that pretty little ass of yours.”
She laughed, a sharp, confident sound, as she sauntered toward the door. “Keep dreaming, Professor. I’ve got a frat party to crash and an A to celebrate.” With a final wink, she was gone, leaving Levi staring after her, already knowing he’d be counting the minutes until their next encounter.
And Ana? She had plans. That party tonight was just the beginning. She’d gotten her grade, but she was far from done playing.
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