𝐊-𝐈-𝐒𝐒-𝐈-𝐍-𝐆 - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Nasir organized his paperwork on his desk for today's lesson while his students made their way into the classroom. It was almost Christmas break which meant the end of first semester was getting closer, and he could not wait to get away from work and spend the next few weeks with his wife and family.
He'd been working as a professor at NYU for the last eight years. Countless rumours about him spread all over campus, and he heard each and every one of them. From female students and faculty referring to him as 'the finest professors in the school', to him being one of the hardest professors to ever have.
One thing he was majorly known for other than having the face of a god, was him having the toughest curriculum and giving out the the hardest quizzes and exams. Students would either beg their advisors to switch them out of his class, or kiss ass by bringing him coffee everyday and snitching about other students copying off each other's work.
Nasir cared less about who wanted to play teacher's pet with him. He found all of that extremely corny, especially since he himself hated kids like that when he was still in school.
The only reason why he was so tough on everyone was because he really cared about these students leaving his class with more than just wanting to get a good grade. Knowledge was important to him.
"Alright, quiet down.. quiet down." He said, getting his students to end their conversations amongst each other.
After about thirty minutes into the lesson, you walked in through the back, trying your hardest not to make any noise as you crept to an empty seat but Nasir spotted you anyway.
"Y/N!" He announced your name, causing you to jump while everyone turned their heads to look at you. "Nice of you to join us."
You quietly scoffed and rolled your eyes, sitting down at the nearest available seat as you pulled your lollipop out your mouth. "Can you not do this today, Professor Jones?" You snarled at him.
Nasir dry chuckled, dropping his sheet of paper on to his desk before sitting at the edge. "Maybe if you showed up to my class on time for once, I wouldn't have to do anything. Why are you late?"
You sighed carelessly, "my car got stuck in the snow." You answered dryly before sticking your lollipop back in your mouth. It was the truth, but it's not like he was going to believe you. You were late majority of the time on purpose, so why would he?
Nasir just shook his head at your behaviour. You were one of his smartest and most promising students, but your attitude was disgusting.
"This is what? Your third year here? And you still can't get your punctuality right. You're not a freshman anymore, Y/N..." Your professor began to lecture you, causing you to tune him out.
"I'm trying to get you ready for the real world- Y/N are you listening?" Nasir caught your attention again.
You slowly pulled the candy out of your mouth again, sucking it loud enough for everyone to hear. "Yeah, I'm listening."
Nasir immediately shook off the sudden dirty thoughts that just popped up in his mind as you went back to licking the flavourful treat.
"Alright, good. Now let's continue. And put that lollipop away." He demanded sternly, getting up off his desk and continuing with his lesson.
Once class ended, you threw back on your black faux fur jacket and your side bag. You walked down towards the door, popping a piece of bubble gum into your mouth.
Nasir snickered as he watched you walk by his desk. "Why you always got some type of candy in ya mouth?" He asked, now gaining your attention.
You stopped in your tracks, facing him and pointing to yourself. "Me?"
"Yes you." He chuckled. "I've never seen you go a day without eating some candy in my class."
"I have a serious sweet tooth." You laughed softly and shook your head.
Nasir stared at you with an unreadable expression for a few moments before getting up to bring an extra chair beside him. "Come here, lemme talk to you for a second." He gestured you to sit down, which you did, placing your bag on your lap.
The strong scent of his cologne hit your nostrils, almost making you fall weak out your chair.
"You know your attendance is part of your mark, right Y/N?" He asked and you silently nodded.
Nasir breathed out lightly as he opened his laptop. Going through a few tabs, he stopped on a screen with a list of his students names. He clicked on yours, displaying your progress throughout the semester.
"You do very well when it comes to the assignments and tests, but your percentage is being brought down daily because of your constant lateness and lack of interest and participation in my class." He explained.
"Now if I do recall, you did tell me on your first day that you wanted to maintain a 95 average. Right now you're looking at..." He scanned the screen for your current mark. "80 percent. Which isn't bad, but I know you have a goal that you want to achieve here and the semester is coming to an end."
You continued smacking on your gum as you just stared at Professor Jones, admiring his side profile. You really didn't care about maintaining no 95. That was just some random information you wrote for one of those first day assignments that he gave out where the class had to write their goals and what they want to gain while being in his class. You were surprised he even remembered that.
You smirked as you readjusted yourself in your seat. "You really be paying attention to me." You stated while your eyes pierced directly at him.
Nasir turned his head to you, noticing your sudden switch in body language. He cleared his throat before looking back at his laptop. "I pay attention to all of my students, Miss Y/L/N."
You snickered at him now referring to you by your surname. "Not the way you pay attention to me." You shot back, getting up from your seat and dropping your bag down.
You strutted over to the door, making sure it was locked before slowly walking back over to him. "You notice how I'm always late, how I never answer any questions, the grade I want, how I always have something in my mouth..." You emphasized and closed his laptop shut, sliding it over.
Nasir released a deep breath, mentally cursing himself out. He didn't realize how obvious he made it. He did in fact pay very close attention to you. Not only because of your behaviour, but because you were just stunning.
He hated that he felt like he was cheating on his wife every time he laid his eyes on you. You were also much more younger than him. 22 years old to be exact. He was 38. You were his damn student. All of this was wrong.
"Ok, Y/N. That's enough. I'll see you next class." Nasir immediately stood up from his seat, attempting to let you out the room but you stayed put right in front of him.
"I know you want me, Professor Jones." You gazed up at him with blissful eyes. Your hands slowly trailed up his white collar dress shirt, clasping them together as they met behind his neck.
"The same way you pay attention to me, I pay attention to you too. I see the way you look at me. Your eyes never leave my ass every time I'm walking out of here." You grinned sweetly at him.
Nasir removed your arms from around him. "Y/N, I'm your teacher. Do you know how much trouble we both can get in for this? Come on, just—"
He quickly noticed one of your hands massaging his dick through his pants. "I won't tell anyone, Professor." You whispered as you felt him getting stiff.
"Fuck Y/N.." He quietly hissed, grabbing you closer with one hand by your waist and choking you gently with the other.
"Keep this between us." He spoke softly against your lips, giving into your spell.
A satisfying grin plastered across your face, "I will."
Nasir kissed you passionately. Without breaking away, he pushed everything on his desk out the way before placing your body on it. You kicked off your shoes and unbuttoned your high waisted jeans as Nasir tugged and pulled them down completely off your legs, along with your panties.
He grabbed his chair from behind, sitting down in between you and placed your thighs over his shoulders. He stared at your moist pussy hungrily while you bit your lip, anticipating his next move.
Nasir's tongue finally met your core, licking up every drip. Your head fell back as your chest heaved from breathing heavily at the intense pleasure.
Your hand rubbed all over his fresh haircut while he flicked his tongue all around your clit.
His fingers soon replaced his mouth. He glanced up at you, loving how beautiful you looked under his demand. "You gonna be a good girl and ride daddy's dick?" He questioned as he kept fingering you.
Your eyes immediately made contact with his, nodding desperately. Nasir removed his fingers and sat back, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants. You watched as his large thick member sprung out.
"Come here." He held your hand as you got off the desk.
Your legs now on both sides of him, you slowly sank down, moaning uncontrollably as his manhood filled you up.
Nasir slapped your ass while you rode him, unable to stifle his own moans. "Pussy so fucking tight." He spoke dirty to you in his natural low, croaky voice that you thought was the sexiest feature about him.
"Ride that shit, ma. Look how wet you is." He looked down at your pussy creaming all over him as he squeezed your ass cheeks.
"I'm cumming, Professor!" Your mouth formed into an 'o' shape as you felt your release approaching.
"Uh huh.. that's what I like to hear. Cum with me baby girl." He encouraged, sensing himself about to release as well.
Your orgasm came first before Nasir signaled for you to rise up, shooting his load onto your thigh.
The two of you shared another kiss. As Nasir pulled away, he cupped your cheek with one hand, caressing it with his thumb. "I have another class in twenty minutes. You should go."
You nodded before giving him one last peck. You pulled some kleenex out of the box he had on his desk, cleaning yourself up and putting back on your thong and jeans.
Nasir got himself together, organizing his desk and picking up all the paperwork that was pushed onto the floor. He then glanced at his wedding band on his finger, immediately feeling like straight up garbage.
You caught him looking at his ring right when you were about to leave, placing your bag over your shoulder. "I won't tell anyone, Professor. I promise." You reassured him once again.
He remained silent and just gave you a head nod as he went back to cleaning up. You turned around and unlocked the door, exiting the classroom.
You both were starting to feel bad, but neither one of you could deny the chemistry.