This is gonna be a long one!

You sat aimlessly at your desk, tuned out from the real world as you twirled a pencil around your fingers, waiting for the teacher to decide to show up.

The first day of your Senior year of high school had been going just fine until literature class. Fourth Period-- and the teacher didn't think to show up. The worst part about it? You had heard several rumors that the man was breathtaking, and here you were, sitting in a bare classroom losing time with him.

The board in front of you had random scribbles and names of famous poets and authors, however they were all so sparatically placed that you assumed the new teacher to be completely stoned, high on something.

Finally, you heard the door swing open and loud footsteps toward the front of the room.

"Forgive me for my tardy, class" he said simply, tossing a black coat onto the desk, unphased by the fact that the reprecussions were dozens of papers flying all over the floor. He didn't even flinch.

All the rumors were true. The man was beautiful.

He was tall, first of all. At least six foot two, but probably even taller. He somehow managed to find a fitting pair of long black slacks. To make him seem all the more mysterious, he paired it with a black button down collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up halfway. You quickly figured that black was his favorite color. His hair was a beautiful shade of midnight darkness, and the rims of his rectangular glasses were also black. Even the glossy dress shoes he wore were black.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and raised an eyebrow to the eerily silent class full of hormonal, horny teenage girls.

"Why is it that every class has been like this?" He asked sweetly, a soft smile on his pale cheeks.

"The girls think you're hot" a random boy called out, seated in the back of the class. The room filled with snickers, and you thought you even heard the new teacher chuckle as well.

"I sure hope not." He replied swiftly, like he had been rold that a thousand times before. "I'm just the English teacher" he shrugged simply, turning around to write his name on the board

Professor Ren

Just the title itself was enough to make some of the girls squirm in their seats, including you. Besides that, he had a cute butt so the view from behind was also pleasant.

"I'm aware you are not college kids." He corrected himself "however I am still a professor, and it has a nicer ring to it than 'Mister'"

You quickly made eye contact with your best friend abd smiled, immaturely laughing at the dirty joke.

"Shall we review what we will be doing in class?"

///

"Miss Y/N." Professor Ren startled you out of your daydream, looking at you worriedly. "Are you with us?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry" you fumbled with your words as the rest of the small class chuckled. Ren narrowed his eyes at you, scanning up and down the body that had sat in his class for three months now. He looked at you as if he had never seen you before.

You had been thinking abouy how much you hated this damn teacher. Sure, he was certainly a babe. Perfectly defiend professionalness, and an even more perfect dominance. The only problem with him was that he was extremely hot headed, and on top of that, had constant mood swings. Most days, you had no idea if you would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the sweet and cheerful Professor, or the angry and cold Professor. It was constantly a coin flip with him.

"See me after class, please. There are some things I would like to discuss" he said sternly, a cold tone in his deep and menacing voice.

The class stsyed silent. Nowadays, people knew better than to taunt a student recieving a punishment.

You nodded your head softly, looking back down at your copy of 'Hamlet' and pretending to read it.

The bell came far too quickly. Usually, you would be elated to escape the class; however, today you laggard behind-- creepily awaiting Professor Ren's word as he stood at the front of the class, conversing with a student.

You awkwardly crept around your desk, unsure of what to do as he spoke to the young man. You sat down again, and patiently waited his word.

The boy seemingly left just as he had come, and the Professor followed him out the door, bidding him farewell before closing the door behind him.

He pushed the mohagomy hard enough, just until he heard a click. Then, his eyes shot to you- staring at his perfectly tall figure with obvious lust in your eyes.

He took a sharp breath and wiggled one finger, indicating for you to follow him to his desk.

You looked over the surface of the glossy blackness, searching for any pictured of a girlfriend or a kid. You came up with nothing other than unorganized papers, hair ties, and what looked to be leather gloves.

He sat down and logged into his desktop quickly, but not quick enough since you were able to catch a glimpse of his name 'Kylo'

Typing in a few key words, you found your name imprinted in large black letters at the top of the screen, and then your grade in his class just below it. He pointed to the perfectage on the screen, being an 82.

"Its not horrible, but I expect more from you."

"I didn't even think you knew I existed" you added, shrugging off the decent grade.

"Of course I do. I keep all of your literature pieces right here--" he scooted his chair out, pulling at a black glossy filing cabinent and sifting through tan folders until he found your last name. Your folder was stuffed to the max--far more than any other students in the cabinet at least.

He laid it out in front of you two, beginning to flip through the random short stories, poems, and analysises you turned in to him.

"Why do you keep so many of mine?" You asked, leaning on your hands over the desk. You could tell he was trying his best to not look at your booty, which you had so generously stuck out for him, as he began to grow red in the face.

"You have serious potential. You could do great things if you paid attention in my class" his eyes shot up to yours as you nodded. That cold tone returned.

"I know. I'm sorry" you gave him an honest, truthful, genuine apology

"Care to explain why my lectures have been a waste of time to you?" He asked, leaning back in his chair and motioning for you to pull up a nearby seat.

You reluctantly pulled a chair from a nearby desk, thankful that it was your free period. You sat down quickly, fumbling around with your thumbs awkwardly.

"Y/N?" He asked again

"It's nothing. I'm just tired" you explained, unable to make him understand that you had recently separated from your boyfriend, Poe, since he ran off to join the Air force.

"Don't lie to me" he scolded, all friendliness in his tone vanishing. "Tell me what's going on with you"

"I'm serious, I'm alright." You nodded your head frantically, groping for an excuse to leave since you could feel the tears coming on. Besides, the man was obviously ill-trmpered and bipolar.

"You are my best student." He played the sympathy card. "I don't want you to fail out of my class"

"I'll work harder, I promise" you said frantically, grabbing your bag from the floor and standing up "I need to be going."

He stood up with you, startling you. "I know this is your free period. You have nowhere to be" he growled, becoming too close for comfort. "I just want to help you" he said softly, running the back of his hand down your forearm, grooming you.

You took a sharp breath and immediately knew this was not where you wanted to be at the moment. Whatever this man was planning, you wanted no part of it.

You pulled your arm back to yourself and faced Professor Ren, staring back at his eyes. "I'm going to leave," you asserted. "I'll see you in class tomorrow"

///

Walking into Professor Ren's class yesterday was not as bad as you had imagined. You had presumed he would be stone cold and creepy towards you, but he instead became closer.

"We are just going over a power point today. No need to take notes" he said simply, turning on the projector and flipping through slides of a literature power point.

Instead of sitting in the back of the class on his prized rolling chair, he instead leaned on the wall right beside your desk, making sure to stay near to you.

He would make sure to retain eye contact several times, licking his lips for biting them; then averting his eyes. The way he teased you almost pushed you over the edge-- and you knew you had to have him.

Today, the bell couldn't come fast enough. Every passing second you could feel yourself becoming more and more needy, and you Were nervous that somebody would spot your wetness as it soaked right through your panties.

You decided to make your move before initially making your move. So, you took the eraser of your Tigonderoga pencil and thumbed it around your lips, nibbling on the eraser as a sign that you wanted him.

As soon as he saw this, his face flustered red and he looked away, without giving you an actual acknowledgment.

///

"Professor Ren" you cooed, running your hands around both of his shoulders from behind him as he silently typed on his laptop.

You heard his sharp breath. He obviously hadn't been expecting you, especially since yesterday's encounter. But here you were, grooming him after the class had emptied out.

You threw your bookbag to the side, going to work on his shoulders as you massaged them through his same thin black shirt, rubbing on his hard muscles.

His typing came to an abrupt stop and he quickly threw the screen of his laptop down, tossing it to the side carelessly before turning to you.

"Y/N" he said coldly as you removed your hands quickly "What are you doing?"

You became startled, and you stuttlered and tropped on your own tongue, pinkening in the face.

"I-Im sorry, I just thought--" he inturrupted you, standing up in front of your cowering figure. He loomed an entire foot above you, and you tried your best to look at the ground to escape his captivating cold glare.

"You just thought? What? That I would fall to my knees for a teasing schoolgirl?!" He snapped, yelling slightly as you cringed, biting your lip, terrified of what he might do.

You were alone. You had locked his classroom door on the way in and there was no way for you to escape. You couldn't outrun him now, and if he caught you he would be unstoppable. You silently prayed that he would decide to keep it a secret and just let you go.

"You were absolutely right" the cold voice rang through your ear as he pushed you against the wall beside his desk, forcing your chin up to look at him. He had a lustful and excited look in his eyes, and he licked his lips hungrily. "I've seen the way you look at me" he said, inching closer so that you were unable to escape "even if im not lecturing-- I see you. Your eyes are always on me"

"I'm sorry!" You whined, playing along with his anger.

"Then say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you and I will fufil your little dark desires" he said, holding you by your arm against the wall.

You breathed in a sharp breath, and cautiously spoke the forsaken words "I want you"

He didn't take a second to pounce, wrapping your legs around his waist, mindless of the tube socks and schoolgirl skirt as he locked your calves around him. He pulled your school sweater off of your frame quickly, leaving you in a white button down as he finally decided to kiss you.

Ren kissed you deeply, and it all escelated so quickly that you almost had no idea waht was going on. All you knew was the feeling of his soft black hair in your fingers and the frame of his glasses on your forehead. He pulled your shirt from being tucked in your skirt, and yanked it over your head as fast as humanly possible, leaving you in a lace black bra that you had put on just for him.

"Did you dress up for me?" He cooed, thumbing around the clip of your bra and slipping it off your shoulders.

"Mmm-- mhm!" You returned, moaning as he quickly began to kiss down your chest, still not letting you from the wall. His large, cold hands on your stomach tickled you and made you shiver at the same time.

Your knees locked aroung him as he played with the zipper on the side of your skirt. He pulled your legs down and pulled both your skirt and Your panties down, both at the same time so that you were completely naked for him.

"God--" he stepped back to examine your curves and your nakedness "you're so. . .perfect"

"Professor Ren!" You screeched, showing him that you were needy for him.

He shook his head and chuckled before picking you up by your bottom and shoving everything off his desk carelessly before placing you on your back on it.

"You'll call me Kylo" he corrected you, unhooking his belt and bending it in half, stuffing it in your mouth. "But you need to stay quiet"

Your teeth clenched on the brown leather of the belt and you nodded your head. He played with his pants button, and before he pulled then down, he spread your legs.

"Look at you " he cooed, licking his lips and slowly melting to the ground on his knees.

You couldn't see him, despite your desperate actions to get a glimpse of him as he began to slowly eat your cunt

His tongue flicked up and down your sensative slit, and his hands locked around your thighs as he held them up in place. Occasionally, his teeth would bite down just hard enough to make you throw your head back and whimper in ecstasy. This made him laugh.

He swirled his tongue around your nub, kissing on the clit softly and sending surges of pleasure up your spine. Your Professor sucked and pulled on the sensative and sweet folds, eating you out like you were his last meal before termination.

"Fuck--" he finally said, lapping up your wetness until you were completely dry. "You taste amazing" he told you, standing over you and pushing his lips onto yours so that you could taste yourself.

You could taste the sweet reminiscense of your juices, and you let out a soft moan to let him know.

As he deepened your kiss, his large hand crepy its way down your stomach and began rubbing your slit, making sure you were wet enough for him as he used his free hand to pull the rest of his pants off.

You couldn't see everything about him, but

you could feel the rock solidness of his obviously long and veiny shaft when he slapped it against the skin of your cunt.

"Professor Rennnn!" You whined through the leather, becoming more desperate and sexually frustrated every second. You wrapped your legs aroubd his hips and pulled him closer to you, an indication of your horniness.

"Mm. Say my name. Beg me" he said coldly, running his hands up your soft thighs and pulling them up above his head, kissing your feet

"Please Kylo!" You cried out, squirming as he gently rubbed the tip of his gerthy dick around your cunt. "God- I can't wait any longer!" You reached down to touch yourself but he caught your wrist, throwing it back to yourself.

He chuckled softly, laughing at your humiliation. He gave your foot one last kiss before he let your calves drop, holding them firmly at his sides as he sunk hinself into you.

"Oh god-- YES!" you screeched, your head lurching back. After moaning a few times, his hand snapped to your mouth, clamping it shut.

"Shh-" he warned, reminding you that you were fucking in a classroom and breaking the law. "You wouldn't want somebody to hear you and spoil it, would you?" He said slyly, slowly beginning to pump in and out of you.

You nodded frantically and clenched the sides of his black desk, bracing yourself as he began to pay you shorter, faster, more powerful thrusts.

His long thick cock seemingly fit perfectly inside of you, filling you up completely and passing right through your cervix easily. You tried to contain your moans; however, it was nearly impossible because of his percectly curved shaft that rubbed against your g spot every tine he moved.

"Fuck!" He snapped in a hoarse whisper "you're so tight!"

You squeezed yourself tighter and listened to his helpless moans, and feeling his grip tighten on your thighs as he pressed your legs even closer to him.

The room began to smell of obvious sex, sweat permeating around the room as it balled up on your forehead. You glanced at the clock, barely registering the fact that you only had twenty minutes left before Kylo's lunch period ended.

"K-Kylo" you mumbled, feeling yourself about to squirt

"Fuck! Yes, Darling?" He asked, slightly slowing his pace in order to speak

"Two. . .things" you sighed, tilting your head back and curling your toes "one--" you paused to moan "we're losing time"

Oh no-- you couldn't squirt now! It would get all over his papers and his chair and. . .

"Two-- I'm gonna--!" You couldn't hold it anymore "FUCK! KYLO!" You cried. Luckily, he took your hint and pulled out, moaning while he watched the beautiful sight of your fluids shooting out. Your knees flew together and locked immediately, quivering as the squirting finally cane to an end.

For a few moments, it was just pants and hot breaths.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Sir!" You pleaded, looking over the damage you had done including soaking his desk, random papers that needed to be graded, and his blazer jacket.

He just stared at you, breathing through his mouth with his lips parted.

"I'm so sorry" you repeated, swiftly sitting up and groping for your clothes "I'll just go. I'll keep it a secret I promise" you said silently

You bent over to pick up your skirt, but you felt him catch your hand, and then his lips against your ear.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen a woman do" he said in a dark tone, nibbling on your earlobe softly

"But what about your papers?" You squeaked, holding onto his black covered arms.

"Fuck the papers-- I want to see you do that again" he brought his hands up to your waist and lifted you up. You were suspended mid air when you heard the worst possible noise to ever hear at a time like this

"Professor Ren? It's Mathew, I just need to get my things. Can you open the door please?!"

Your eyes snapped to Kylo, who had the same shocked expression as his face lost all its color.

"Put me down!!" You demanded, kicking until he finally set you down. You quickly snatched your clothes from the desk and crept under his desk, bringing your knees closer to your body and trying to stiffle your breaths.

Kylo quickly tucked himself back into his pants and scrambled for the door, opening it and letting the student in.

"Make it quick, I'm busy!" You heard him say.

You struggled to keep quiet, and your sly finger found its way to your cunt, rubbing it softly. Kylo returned to his seat again, pushing his chair alk the way in to conceal you as you clung onto his legs.

You heard the intruder grabbing his things, quickly scrambling to leave as quickly as possible.

"Oh, I needed to ask you about the homework"

FUCK!

"Mister Martinez, I really don't have the time" you heard Kylo reply coldly

"It will only take a second!" Mathew protested, trotting over to the desk. You knew Kylo had to keep his cover, and that meant helping another student while his lover was naked underneath them.