The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn blinds of Professor Levi Ackerman’s office, casting slanted golden shadows across his cluttered desk. Papers were strewn haphazardly, a half-empty coffee mug sat precariously near the edge, and the faint scent of old books mingled with the sharper tang of his cologne. It was a den of academia, but the air was charged with something far less scholarly as Ana strutted through the door without so much as a knock.
At eighteen, Ana was a force of nature, confidence dripping from every step of her stiletto heels. Her tight skirt hugged her curves like a second skin, barely covering the essentials, and her top was a flimsy excuse for fabric, clinging to her chest in a way that demanded attention. She knew her grades were in the gutter—hell, she’d barely glanced at the syllabus—but she also knew exactly how to play this game. And Professor Ackerman? He was her winning card.
Levi leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, the other twirling a pen between his fingers. Nearly twenty years her senior, he had a reputation that preceded him—strict in the lecture hall, but a notorious sucker for a pretty face and a willing body. His sharp gray eyes raked over her as she approached, lingering on the swell of her chest with a smirk that could’ve melted steel. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Ana?” His voice was low, gravelly, like he’d already decided how this was going to end.
Ana stopped just in front of his desk, one hip cocked, and batted her lashes with an innocence so fake it was almost comical. “Oh, Professor,” she purred, her voice dripping with honey as she leaned forward, giving him an unobstructed view down her top. “I was just wondering if there’s *anything* I can do for some extra credit.” She dragged out the word ‘anything,’ letting it hang in the air like a promise, her crimson lips curling into a smirk of her own.
Levi chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He dropped the pen, leaning forward now, elbows on the desk as his gaze locked with hers. “Is that so? Well, darling, I don’t hand out free passes. Turn that little ass around and show me something worth an A, sweetheart.” His tone was commanding, leaving no room for misinterpretation as he gestured with a flick of his wrist, eyes glinting with wicked intent.
Ana didn’t flinch. If anything, his words lit a fire in her. She grinned, all teeth and mischief, and spun on her heel with a deliberate slowness, bending over just enough for her skirt to ride up, revealing the barest hint of lace beneath. “Better start grading, old man,” she sassed, tossing the words over her shoulder with a playful lilt. “’Cause this is top-tier material.”
The scrape of his chair against the floor was the only warning she got before Levi was on his feet, closing the distance between them in two long strides. His hands were rough as they gripped her hips, yanking her skirt down in one swift motion, the fabric pooling at her ankles. “Let’s see if you’re all talk, brat,” he muttered, his breath hot against her ear as he tugged her shirt over her head, leaving her bare and exposed in the dim light of his office. Her skin prickled under his scrutiny, but she stood tall, unashamed.
“Damn,” he growled, his hands finding her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples with a practiced ease that made her bite her lip. “Fucking perfect.” One hand stayed there, kneading and teasing, while the other dipped lower, fingers brushing against her shaven pussy, making her gasp and squirm against the edge of his desk. “Already wet, huh? You’re a little too eager for this grade.”
Ana wasn’t about to let him have all the control. She arched her back, pressing herself into his touch, and reached behind her, rubbing the hard bulge in his pants with a boldness that made him hiss. “Seems like you’ve got a problem, Professor,” she purred, feeling him twitch under her palm. “Want me to solve it?”
His smirk was feral as he gripped her wrist, guiding her hand away just long enough to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Careful what you wish for, kid.” But Ana wasn’t careful. Never had been. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she sank to her knees, her fingers deftly working at his belt before using her teeth to tug his zipper down, freeing his thick length. She looked up at him through her lashes, all innocence gone. “Hope you’re not too ancient to keep up, geezer.”
“Fuck,” Levi grunted as her lips wrapped around him, her mouth hot and eager, sucking with a sloppy enthusiasm that had his knuckles whitening as he gripped the desk. “You’re a natural, slut.” His voice was strained, one hand tangling in her hair to guide her deeper, setting a rhythm that made her moan around him.
But Levi wasn’t one for patience. Not today. He pulled her up with a rough yank, bending her over the desk again, her chest pressed against the cool wood as he positioned himself behind her. Without warning, he thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her slutty pussy in one brutal motion. “Such a good fuck, Ana, damn,” he panted, his voice rough as he pounded into her relentlessly, the desk creaking under their weight.
Ana moaned, loud and unapologetic, pushing back against him to meet every thrust. “That all you got, Prof?” she taunted, her voice breathy but sharp, cutting through the haze of pleasure. “I’ve had better from freshmen.”
That did it. Levi’s grip on her hips tightened, bruising, as he drove into her even harder, a feral growl rumbling in his chest. “Keep talking, brat. See where it gets you.” His pace was punishing, each thrust sending sparks through her core, and she couldn’t help but smirk even as her legs trembled.
As he neared his peak, his rhythm faltered, his breaths coming in harsh pants. “Thanks, slut,” he grunted, spilling inside her with a final, brutal thrust, the heat of it making her gasp. He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a mark, the sharp sound echoing in the small office, before stepping back, zipping up with a smirk that was equal parts satisfied and dismissive. “Get lost, kid. You’ve earned that A. Don’t come crying if you’re late for your next class—or party.”
Ana adjusted her clothes with a casual grace, smoothing her skirt down as if nothing had happened. She turned to face him, tossing a cheeky wink over her shoulder as she sauntered toward the door. “Don’t worry, Prof. I’ve got bigger plans tonight. A frat party that’ll make this look like a study session.” Her laughter lingered in the air as she disappeared down the hall, already plotting her next move—ways to let loose that even Levi Ackerman couldn’t imagine.
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