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Just cuz why not.

I don't like it, but erhm... it was too hard for me 😂 anyways, hope you like it though <33

Welcome everyone!

I'm a huge MCU fan, but especially the God of Mischief Loki Laufeyson 💚🖤

That's why I'm going to post my stories here 🔞 I hope this will interest someone 😊

TITLE: Teacher’s private erotic pet

CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Y/N (female)

SUMMARY: A young high school student is the only one in the class who has a problem with her hated subject. When the teacher changes, the girl is infatuated with him... Will the teacher pay attention to her despite the hopeless grades?

WARNING: +18, Smut, infatuation, description of sex, problems at school, vulgar language, sex with teacher, …

CHAPTERS:

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Part 8.

Part 9.

Part 10.

Part 11.

Part 12.

Part 13.

Part 14.

~ Part 1. ~

I started almost the third week of studying in the first year of high school. The subject I couldn't handle was... Latin. I had it three times a day - two hours on Monday in the second and third lessons, on Wednesday in the fourth lesson and on Friday in the seventh and eighth lessons.

"By the way, it's not normal to finish lessons at 3:20 pm on Friday, but well... The plan will not change anymore..." I thought.

The subject was terribly difficult for me, because I spent a lot of time learning it, but it was still tragic - out of all 29 people in the class, I was the only one who was the worst at this subject. I managed to get four barely stretched weak D...

Fortunately, at the beginning of October we were supposed to be taught Latin by a new teacher.

The first Monday of the new month has finally arrived. As always, alone in her place - the third bench against the wall.

Besides, I'm allowed to sit alone in other lessons too...

This is because there were an odd number of people in the class, and on top of that I was averagely liked in my class. I tried not to worry about it.

Finally, the classroom door opened and the new Latin teacher walked in. Dressed in black tight pants, shiny black shoes, a white shirt, a neatly knotted black tie, and a black jacket.

He placed a journal, a Latin book, and a thick hardback notebook on his desk. Once he had put his things away, he turned to face the class so I could get a better look at him now - he had shoulder-length raven black hair and piercing green eyes. I felt my heart beating extremely fast... I promised myself that I would handle the item as best I could.

Finally the teacher spoke:

„Good morning, class. My name is Loki Laufeyson and from this month until fourth grade I will teach you Latin. Respectfully, but when you address me, you always say 'Sir' or 'Professor'. I will also prove to you that Latin is not as difficult a language as it seems. First of all, I don't do quizzes, but... I take it for answers. Taking into account I have two types of polling and you get two grades. First, writing at the blackboard and possibly answering orally at my desk. Both at the blackboard and at the table it is one assessment. In both cases, I ask three sentences. As for the second assessment, you take your notebook with your homework to answer and there is also a mark for it. What else can I say?” He thought for a moment and began to stroke his chin with his fingers. „In addition, I can walk around the classroom, say a given sentence, and then point to a person of my choice to finish it. You get two chances, if you don't answer you get an F. I also do not apply the 'lucky number' rule, you have the right to report three unpreparedness during the semester that you report while reading the attendance list by me. Thus, I do not tolerate cell phone use during my lessons, there is also no cheating, no hints when answering, and most importantly, no talking in class... I also extremely do not tolerate any lateness to my lessons, because I can be very vindictive.

After that, the teacher sat down at his desk and finally opened his diary. He looked up at the class for a moment.

„I'm going to check the attendance list now, and when I read the name of any of you, it's a request to stand up and show yourself to me. Believe me, I can immediately remember your faces and also important information - you do not change places under any circumstances.”

Finally, the man started reading the number and the names of my classmates one by one, until I finally heard mine:

„Number 22, Y/N?”

I stood up unsteadily, curtseying slightly. I felt my teacher's gaze on me longer than on the other girls in my class. I thought maybe it was because I was wearing a skirt. Finally, the Professor nodded at me, signaling me to sit down.

After two hours of Latin, I could finally breathe... I didn't realize it was going to be hard. On Wednesday and Friday, the stairs started - the new teacher started completely new topics and to be honest...

I was starting to not understand anything, and I was ashamed to raise my hand and report that I had a problem with the topic.

I was afraid to embarrass myself in front of the class and most importantly in front of the new teacher...

~ Part 2. ~

I studied Latin over the weekend as best as I could to grasp and understand the topic that had already been discussed on Friday. I sat for three hours and still couldn't remember anything...

On Sunday evening, before packing my backpack, I decided to repeat the topic from my notebook for the last time, but finally I gave up. Sad, I hid the notebook with the silent hope that everything would be fine.

On Monday morning Physics with Professor Stark was followed by two hours of Latin - fortunately classes in the same room. Equally with the bell, the teacher came and then sat down in his chair and looked at us with a fake smile:

„Good morning, class. I hope that Monday will be very successful for you, because I'm going to ask you questions.”

I swallowed and prayed silently that the teacher wouldn't take me to answer that day, but he obviously had other plans. After checking the list, he got up, and according to what he announced during the familiarization lesson, he started walking around the whole class with his open notebook, holding a pen, then said individual sentences and pointed to the person to finish the sentence.

”Ab alio exspectes, alteri quod...”

and pointed to Maxim, the class nerd, who replied with pride in his voice:

”...feceris”, Sir.

The Professor flipped through his notebook and wrote a plus next to his name, then started asking again.

”Actus hominis non dignitas...”

He looked around the classroom and suddenly pointed at... me.

I looked at him clearly confused.

„I don't know, Professor...” I replied.

Maxim shot his hand high in the air until he almost hit his neighbor from the bench. The Professor gave him the opportunity to answer.

”...iudicentur”, Sir.

„Way to go. Two correct answers, hence an B.”

Instinctively, I bit my bottom lip slightly...

I knew it would take a miracle for me to ever get a very good grade.

Finally, the teacher looked up at me again. I felt the coldness of his green eyes on me.

„My dear, you're getting one more chance. Please finish ”Admoneri bonus...” ?”

I hung my head then said:

„I'm sorry, but I don't know that either, Professor...”

The Professor sighed heavily and pointed to Alexei, who was sitting behind me, and without hesitating he finished right away:

”...gaudet”, Sir.

He flipped through the notebook until he stopped at my name:

„Remind me, my dear, what does two wrong answers mean for me?” He raised one eyebrow significantly.

„Fail grade, Professor?” I asked uncertainly.

„Naturally. That's the grade you get today.”

He glanced at Alexei, to whom he had given the last sentence, then wrote him an B. I felt like crying...

After all, these two lessons passed very quickly... Fortunately...

On Wednesday the same... There was also a questioning... Of course, out of spite, I got a second F and I get the impression that Professor Laufeyson doesn't like me because he asks me difficult questions on purpose to humiliate me.

There was a brand new topic on Friday, so there was no questioning, but I still don't know anything, and the topics were getting harder and harder. I was still afraid and couldn't admit that I needed help... The inner shame was overwhelming me. I felt stupid compared to my class. The Professor announced that on Monday he would give us a small test in one of the two lessons.

"Great..." I thought to myself. "If I need one more thing to prove that I'm extremely dull..."

Finally, at 3:20 pm, the bell rang and I could... No, I couldn't enjoy the weekend! I came home and studied damn Latin all weekend! I cried because I didn't understand anything...

=== === IMPORTANT === ===

Used Latin sentences and their meanings:

• ”Ab alio exspectes, alteri quod feceris” (”Expect from the other what you do to the other”)

• ”Actus hominis non dignitas iudicentur” („Let man's deeds be judged, not his dignity”)

• ”Admoneri bonus gaudet” („A good man gladly accepts reproof”)

~ Part 3. ~

I've never been nervous about the coming Monday... I felt a total emptiness in my head, and I was sitting on pins and needles. It's good that at least I could focus on Physics.

Finally, in the second lesson, our Professor came holding a sheaf of papers.

"God... don't let this test be now... God, please..." I thought in my head.

The man turned to the class.

„Good morning, class and immediately request to take out pens. Since it's Monday and we have two lessons together, you'll write the test now, and I'll check your notebooks with the homework I gave you.”

"Oh fuck..." I thought in horror, then covered my mouth with my hand. "Homework! I completely forgot about it because of this study for the test!"

As the Professor approached my desk, I glanced shyly at him. Finally, he handed me the test sheet and took my notebook without looking at me at all.

After collecting all the notebooks, he sat down at his desk and took out his red-filled pen. He looked at the class:

„You have the whole class hour to write the test and not a minute more. Exactly everything that was in our lessons is on the test.” He smiled sarcastically before adding. „Good luck to you all!”

I tried to write as best as I could and what I could remember.

After about 10 minutes, I could slightly look up from the paper and saw Maxim, who was waving his hand up.

The Professor looked at him in surprise, one eyebrow raised.

„What's the matter?”

Maxim proudly said:

„I've already finished the test, Sir!”

The man gestured to him to come over to him with the test, then took the paper from him and sent the boy to his place.

„Go sit back in your seat and be quiet.”

The boy nodded and sat down.

There are 5 minutes left until the end of the lesson, and as always, I turned in the test last, so according to the prevailing rule, I will be last at the final handout.

After the break in the second lesson, checked notebooks were lying on our desks.

Of course I got an F. I rather expected it, because I completely forgot about my homework.

And that's how my Monday started. For the first time I forgot to do my homework, but I knew for 100% that I would also get an B on the test.

~ Part 4. ~

Wednesday wasn't kind to me either... The fourth lesson was Latin.

The Professor immediately after entering the class stood at his desk with papers. I knew it was definitely Monday exams.

Finally he spoke:

„I was able to check your tests and I must admit that some of you were pleased to give positive marks, but few of you received very poor marks. As for any improvements, rest assured that I will let you know when and how this can be done.”

After these words, the Professor started walking around the class, handing out our tests. As he handed me the test, he looked at me dissatisfied. I took the paper and saw F! written in red ink and the man's signature.

I quickly turned the page so as not to look at it. I wanted to leave the class...

I've never gotten such a lousy grade like this one...

Later, the Professor began questioning people he had not yet asked.

At least here I breathed a sigh of relief, because it would have been tragic.

At the end of the lesson, he dictated the homework, and that's how Wednesday passed...

Thursday passed definitely quickly and without any problems.

At home I was doing my homework and I instinctively looked out the window and it was very dark. This is why I don't like fall.

When I finished my Latin homework, I wasn't sure if I did it right. I couldn't count on the help of anyone in the class, because I would be laughed at. In addition, the help from the professor himself was also out of the question, because every time I passed him in the corridor to say a stupid "Good morning, Professor", my heart began to beat like crazy, and a blush appeared on my face and I was afraid that he would immediately will notice.

I thought it looked so unnatural...

I think I fell in love with him.

Besides, he wouldn't look at me in his life... Anyway, who saw that a student was in a relationship with her teacher?!

I quickly pushed unnecessary and unnecessary thoughts out of my head.

Finally Friday came. I decided to put on a short black pleated skirt and a pretty tight light purple blouse, but one that does not expose my cleavage.

I was not put off by the fact that it was dark from the morning due to heavy rain. Something happened that day that I never expected...

~ Part 5. ~

I was sitting in my sixth lesson, which was History. I glanced at the girls in our class who were simply infatuated with Professor Rogers - blond hair with blue eyes, 6’ 0” tall. The girls almost fainted at the sight of him, and hearing his voice were so excited that I was shocked. As far as I'm concerned, he didn't turn me on...

Finally, the bell for recess rang. I was able to rest those 10 minutes before two hours of Latin. I decided to chew some gum to relieve stress... It didn't help, so two minutes before class I spat it out into the trash can.

I sat in my bench and I was nervous as usual...

Finally the Professor came and I looked at him. As always irreplaceable, black tight pants hugging his shapely ass, a white shirt and this time a green tie, a black jacket was slung over his shoulder. He hung it over the back of his chair, then sat down and opened the journal. After checking the attendance list, he traditionally looked at the class and said:

„Today I will question myself with two people. I warn you in advance that I do not want to hear any prompts or conversations during this time.”

He reached for his notebook, did not look for a long time, then looked up:

„The number will be the first to answer... Number 5. and I invite you with the notebook.”

Chris got up to answer... He got the answer at the blackboard by writing sentences spoken by the Professor in Latin.

I watched him as he was writing quickly on the blackboard and was just finishing the last third sentence. Strangely, it had one minor error. After he finished, he walked over to the teacher's desk, who checked his homework, which he had all done correctly.

"I was wondering if maybe there is something wrong with me that only I have such lousy grades?!"

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my Professor's voice:

„The second person who will answer today is the number... Hmm...”

I saw him leaf through the notebook quickly with his neat fingers. Finally, he stopped where he wanted and looked up his intense green eyes:

„I invite number 22. to answer.”

I froze... "God no... It's my number... He must be joking..."

„Just take the notebook, my dear.”

He added while smiling.

I grabbed my notebook, got up hesitantly from the bench, and walked terrified to the Professor's desk.

I didn't know anything... I didn't think he'd answer.

I put the notebook on the desk waiting for it to be cut.

The man turned in the chair to face me and then crossed his legs, and I managed to see that he was smiling differently than usual. Then he finally asked:

„Do you know the rules of oral questioning, my dear?”

I nodded my head and added:

„Yes...”

„Yes, what?”

I got better, or so I thought.

„Yes, I know the rules...”

He looked at me as if he was expecting something and I still didn't know what it was.

He combed his hair, then intertwined his fingers and rested them on his knee.

„My dear, haven't you forgotten something?”

I tucked a small strand of hair behind my ear and said:

„I think not...”

He raised an eyebrow significantly. He glanced at Alexey, who was waving his hand like a man possessed, then turned to him:

„Explain to your friend what is extremely important and very important she forgot...”

The self-satisfied nerd said to me:

„You forgot to say 'Professor'.”

I glanced at the teacher, who triumphed internally over me.

I put my hands behind me and said so only he could hear:

„I'm sorry, Professor...”

"God, did he really have to be so meticulous and biting?"

„All right. So I'll ask again, do you know the rules of oral questioning, my dear?”

„Yes, I know the rules, Professor.”

„I enjoy it. Then I will tell you three sentences one by one and you will tell me if they are correct or not. If you think they are wrong, then you already say them correctly, but... I also warn you that I may ask a tricky question, so I advise you to think carefully before you answer anything.”

I got two sentences and I didn't answer any of them correctly. The Professor looked at me.

„This is your last chance, my dear. Focus and don't screw it up...”

"As I predicted... I fell... A guaranteed F for my collection. There is something to be proud of..."

Finally, I couldn't take it mentally anymore and tears began to flow down my cheeks, and I began to shake.

Monra, who was sitting in the first pew in the middle row, noticed that I was crying and turned to the Professor in a malicious voice:

„Professor, because Y/N is crying like a spoiled brat!”

I quickly turned my back to the classroom.

God I was so ashamed... I have never cried in front of my class, nor have I ever cried because of any teacher.

I wanted to leave the classroom as soon as possible, or at least tell my Professor without any shame that I can't do anything and I'm afraid to ask him for help because I just fell in love with him...

After Monra's words, I thought he was going to scold me for crying, but he didn't respond. On the contrary, he opened a drawer in his desk and handed me a whole packet of tissues. I took it without saying a word... He glanced at Monra, then raised his voice and told her not to speak unless asked.

Finally the teacher took his pen and flipped through my notebook and came across the homework.

I was hoping for a miracle that at least the homework would be okay, and here it is total disappointment...

He started sketching, making corrections, and I got... yes, exactly. I got a second F.

Finally, he sighed heavily, looked at me and then got:

„Stay after class. We need to talk very seriously. Go back to your seat now.”

Sounded serious.

„G-Good, P-Professor...”

I said so only he could hear.

I grabbed my notebook, went back to my seat, and wiped my eyes quickly.

I've been waiting for this nightmare to end...

Traditionally, exactly five minutes before the bell, the Professor dictated our homework, and exactly at 15:20 pm the bell rang.

I finally packed my things and waited in my desk for the Professor to talk to me.

~ Part 6. ~

I saw him get up and he said he'd be right back. He literally came back after a while, and I didn't even notice that he had locked the room. He finally sat down in his seat.

He gestured with his hand for me to come over to him.

I took a hesitant step towards him, tears still in my eyes. I was afraid to look up at him. All I could hear was his fingers tapping on the desk.

He finally spoke after 5 minutes of awkward silence and I think he was waiting for me to stop crying...

„Tell me, my dear, do I bore you that much in my lessons?”

„Why do you think so, Professor?”

„You're extremely distracted in my class, so answer that question yourself.”

„I'm not distracted, Professor...” I replied to him and it sounded a bit like I was replying back.

„You are not? I'm guessing you're not focusing on my lessons.”

Saying this, he rested his hands on the back of the chair.

I bit my lower lip lightly and my gaze fell on his shiny black boots.

„I... I just can't handle your subject, Professor...”

When he heard that, he leaned slightly towards me, smiled slightly and tucked a drooping lock of hair behind my ear, then instinctively ran his fingers through his raven black hair.

„Then, if you're not doing well, then tell me, why don't you ever even ask questions in class?”

„I don't want to be an idiot in class, Professor...”

The Professor laughed softly.

„Do you, my dear, really think that I haven't noticed your wandering eyes?”

„What do you mean, Professor?”

The man got up from the chair. When he stood in front of me, only now did I realize that at my 5’ 11”, his 6’ 2” is a big difference in height.

„I mean, I see the way you look at me, my dear. I see you holding your breath when I walk past your desk or pass me in the school hallway when we're not in class together. And most importantly, that you blush beautifully every time you see me. Do you really think I'm blind?”

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

„No, Professor... You're not...”

„It's great that you think so my dear...” he said in his silky voice.

I hung my head, but not for long.

Suddenly, I felt his cool fingers lift my chin slightly. He literally made me look into his eyes.

„I want to give you a chance to improve those grades today.”

„What should I do?”

„My dear, you will find out in a moment...”

The man started stroking my hair.

I was afraid... For the first time, I was really afraid of my Professor.

I didn't know what was on his mind...

~ Part 7. ~

After a while, my Professor unfastened the buttons at the cuffs, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, loosened and skillfully took off his tie, which he unexpectedly threw on the chair, and I suddenly felt his large hands stroking my back.

Suddenly, he leaned over to my ear...

"God, I don't know what cologne he was using, but he smelled great. Literally amazing! Such pure sexuality and passion... Until my nipples hardened and I ran out of air to breathe."

„I hope, my dear, that you are not a virgin.” his whisper made me shiver with excitement.

It was more of a statement than a question on his part.

„No, I-I'm not, P-Professor...” I barely managed to say anything.

„That's good... I'll take advantage of this fact...”

The only thing I have is a hormonal IUD, but that's another matter...

Suddenly, I felt him grab me by the shoulders and turn me around so that my back was pressed against his torso.

In addition, I felt something pressing against my small buttocks. No, it wasn't his knee... More like his throbbing erection was making itself felt.

He grabbed my chin with his free hand and lifted it slightly.

He put his other hand under my shirt and lightly stroked my belly until I got goosebumps. Then he took it and ran it down my thigh until he finally lifted my skirt...

At that moment, he gently lifted the fabric of my thin black lace thong with one finger.

I moaned in excitement as he suddenly touched my bare pussy with his cool hand.

„I haven't done anything to you yet and you're already so wet to me. My lovely pet... How did this happen?” his voice made me want to drift away.

„I... b-because, I... P-Professor...” I started to stutter.

„Tell the truth, my dear.” He ordered.

„It excites me, Professor. I can't concentrate on your lessons.” I told him the whole truth.

I heard a rumble in my hair.

„Hmm... Then prove to me how much I turn you on!”

„Please... Please Professor...” I didn't know what to say.

He placed a light kiss on my nape.

„What are you asking for, my little pet?”

With almost tears in my eyes and desperation in my voice, I replied to him:

„Please touch me... I'm begging you!”

I felt his thumb rubbing my clit. Suddenly, I felt him insert one finger into my already aroused pussy, so that he could then join another, and then a third. He was fingering me unexpectedly that I couldn't control myself.

„God... P-Professor...” I felt warm.

He began to push my red-hot pussy with his fingers more and more.

„You're so wet and extremely tight just for me.”

I wanted to stop my moans, but I couldn't control them:

„Professor... I... I can't...”

„Oh no...Moan my pet...Every sweet moan of yours is music to my ears...”

I felt my legs shake and my voice cracked.

„Professor... I'm begging you... I w-want to... I'll c-come soon...”

I never thought my teacher would make me orgasm.

He suddenly stopped when I was about to come...

I felt his long, shapely fingers on my lips, dripping with my juices...

„Sweet little girl... Open your mouth and suck...”

I did what he told me. I was only afraid of the consequences if I did something wrong...

Suddenly, my Professor turned me around to face him, a mysterious smile on his face. I didn't know what he was going to do...

~ Part 8. ~

The man grabbed my hips and looked at me with his wonderful green eyes. But I felt the need to kiss my Professor.

I stood on my toes and gave him a quick kiss. He raised his eyebrows significantly:

„What was it just now, my dear?”

I put my index finger to my lip and bit it lightly, pretending to be a shy girl unaware of anything:

„I don't know, Professor...”

Finally, he grabbed my cheeks and started kissing me with such passion that I was pleasantly warm between my legs. His lips were warm and very passionate. I parted my lips slightly, making it easier for the man to play with my tongue. He was extremely lithe and penetrated me fiercely. I moaned into his mouth, then threaded my tiny fingers into his jet black hair and tugged lightly. He let out a moan of pleasure as he ran his fingers through my loose hair.

After a while he pulled away slightly from me.

„You are wonderful... One of a kind... Come here little girl...”

He started sucking on my neck making me a big hickey.

"Oh God... What's happening to me?! I've never acted like this before! I don't recognize myself!"

The man, after making a hickey, touched his work with his finger and looked down at me:

„It's time for you to show what your pretty lips can do again... On your knees my pet...”

I literally fell on my knees in front of him not knowing what to expect. After a while, my Professor began to undo the buckle of his belt, unfastened the button and with a decisive movement unfastened the fly of his trousers.

I saw that I wanted to... No, I had to free his cock.

I was almost pleading:

„Professor... Please allow me...”

He smirked as if he was waiting for this.

„Do you want it that much?”

I nodded my head vigorously. He pointed to his pants:

„You know what to do my dear... Just take it slow, enjoy every moment.”

I grabbed his pants in my hands and started to slide them down. I moaned in excitement when I saw how tight his boxers were. I realized that seeing his cock would be the best thing for me. I dreamed about it... I grabbed his black boxer shorts and slowly started to slide them off, additionally licking my lips with my tongue...

Suddenly I froze...

I expected him to have a big cock, but not like this. I looked up at the man, swallowed, and asked:

„Professor? How...?”

„If I'm not mistaken, I'm 18 cm, but... enough questions. Do what you have to do my pet.” sounded like he didn't care.

Big, thick and swollen... Yes, that was his cock.

I felt like a little girl who got a lollipop.

I opened my mouth slightly to put it in slowly.

My Professor had rather different intentions - holding his cock with one hand he literally forced me to shove it all in. I barely made it, because I've never had such a big cock in my mouth and I was afraid I'd choke. I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes.

The Professor, however, firmly grabbed me by the hair with his free hand.

I wanted to lower my eyes slightly, but the professor chastised me:

„Uh, uh, uh... Eyes on me, my pet. I want to see how much pleasure sucking gives you.”

I felt like I had to give him that blowjob...

I wanted this... It doesn't matter that he's my Professor and I'm discrediting myself and acting like a whore. Nothing else mattered.

I looked at the man. I saw a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes before he stroked my hair lightly.

Finally he replied:

„Admit to Y/N that's what you wanted, right? You took my cock so willingly... Such a good girl...”

I felt the need to touch my pussy, which was definitely wet.

My Professor admonished me:

„Oh, no... Take your naughty hands away, pet. I promise I'll take care of your little sweet pussy as soon as I fuck your mouth...”

I meekly removed my hands so as not to upset him.

The man began stroking and combing my hair, and I attached my tongue while doing him good. I just didn't know he was one of the men who didn't orgasm so quickly...

~ Part 9. ~

It felt like an eternity giving my Professor a blowjob. It turned out that 20 minutes had passed and my mouth was starting to hurt...

I tried to say anything.

It seemed to me that the man must have noticed, because he gently grabbed my chin and then asked:

„See what you're doing to me?”

With his other hand, he took out his cock covered in precum and my saliva, and I moaned almost protesting to be in my mouth again. I dreamed of starting sucking and licking again... It was such a great feeling.

He smiled as soon as he saw that I wanted him back:

„So eager? Say how much you want...”

„Yes, please. Please, Professor... I'm begging you... I w-want it...”

„Well, well... Since you ask so nicely, do your duty...”

I saw him grab his cock and stimulate it with his hand to literally shove it deep back into my mouth. He did it so hard and fast that I didn't have time to react. I felt it touch my tonsils.

I placed my hands on his thighs to keep my balance. The man began to moan from the excitement that was building in him. I didn't think every movement of my tongue would give him more pleasure.

„Do it, pet. Do it... Make me come...” he said in an almost hoarse voice. „Oh yeah... I'll repay you...”

I felt him grab my hair and grip it tightly with his hands.

„You're so wonderful. What you do with your mouth is a real gift.” His words excited me greatly. „Tak your hands, pet.”

I did as he said, plus protruding my ass so as not to think that I might have a completely wet pussy already. I still had my eyes on him, I wish the Professor was proud of me for that.

I wondered what it tasted like... but I didn't have to think long, because finally I heard:

„I'm coming, my pet... You're to swallow it all without leaving a single drop of my semen, do you understand what I'm asking?”

I nodded my head vigorously without stopping.

After his command, I suddenly felt that his cock twitched in my throat... I felt that what had to happen in the end would happen. I felt it coming in my mouth. His hot salty cum mixed with my saliva and it all ran down the back of my throat.

Luckily, I managed to swallow it all. I knew he would surely praise me. I was still kneeling in front of the Professor, waiting for further developments...

~ Part 10. ~

The man thankfully let go of my hair, but still stood over me. His cock was still sticking out like it was going to be used for something else.

I tilted my head back, keeping my eyes fixed on the Professor's face.

Unexpectedly he said:

„Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue.”

I obeyed without any protest, and he smiled, revealing his white teeth.

„You're such a good girl...”

I closed my mouth. Finally, the Professor reached out his slender but still cool hand to stroke my cheek:

„I'm so proud of you! Do you know why my pet?”

I pretended not to know, so I shook my head.

He kept stroking my cheek:

„You swallowed everything as I told you. Now it's time for the reward... Stand up my dear.”

Just in time, because my knees were starting to hurt, so I got up obediently. I stood in front of him and wondered what prize he was talking about... He suddenly grabbed my hips and sat me on his desk, lifting my skirt in the process.

He grabbed my panties and tugged lightly.

„I don't need them now. Get your hips up.”

I did so, then with a graceful movement he stripped me of my thongs that were lying on the floor. I moaned... In horror and excitement at the same time.

The man violently and decisively parted my thighs and at the sight of my pussy his pupils dilated. I felt him start kissing the inside of my thighs. No one has ever given me so much joy... Finally, the man stopped in front of my pussy:

„You're so wet... I can't believe I turn you on so much. You're all dripping just for me...”

„I... I really... Professor, please...” I started begging.

Finally he admonished me:

„Enough unnecessary talk my pet!”

I propped myself up lightly on my elbows and felt him lick and suck on my clit, which was surely already swollen and aroused. I felt him kissing her and I was starting to get hot...

„G-God...Please...Pr-Professor...” I groaned and grabbed his hair lightly.

The man didn't seem to care. He added his supple tongue and fingers.

From time to time he lost his neat long fingers in my pussy, and in addition he pumped me inside, my arousal getting stronger and stronger.

„Please... P-p-please... Please stop...” I was afraid someone would catch us.

„I don't see any reason why I should stop.” He said between licks.

„I'm begging you...” I started to moan.

„What are you begging me for?” He asked with a sly smile. „Do you want to come, my dear?”

I nodded my head desperately.

„Oh no, my pet... You won't come if I don't let you.” He replied.

„I want... I have to... I have to come!” I started begging with tears in my eyes.

Unexpectedly, his hot tongue began to make me feel good again. His long fingers paired with his tongue were very arousing.

I felt wet and my juices were about to drain out of me, but I couldn't come until my Professor let me.

Honestly, I wished his cock was already inside my pussy. I wanted him to flood me from the inside with his hot cum...

~ Part 11. ~

My professor was still doing me good. He wasn't going to stop...

Finally, he looked at me with a mysterious smile:

„Now! Do it! Come for me, my little pet!”

My uncontrollable moan and scream gave me an instant orgasm I could only dream of. Even in the evenings when I dreamed about my Professor, I never felt like this...

I couldn't understand what was happening to me lately.

I saw how big my Professor's pupils are at that moment.

„Eyes on me, my dear!” Sounded commanding.

I felt tears welling up in my wide-open eyes, and a pleasant warmth flowed down the insides of my thighs, which were still shaking.

I propped myself up on my elbows and saw that the Professor's desk was all wet. Additionally, the man had his entire chin wet with his saliva and... my juices. He just finished wiping it off.

After that, he leaned over me so that his raven black hair touched my neck.

Inhaling his cologne felt like I was in some sort of trance.

I wanted to grab him by the front of his shirt and throw myself at his warm, passionate lips that begged for more kisses...

"Oh, why does he have to be so hot? From the moment he came to teach me, I crave his touch on my skin so much."

I closed my eyes slightly and giggled a bit.

After a while, my thoughts were pulled out of my thoughts by the Professor who kissed me on the forehead, and I purred simply delighted.

„You're gorgeous... So sweet... I've never met a girl as horny as you in my life... I must have you... I want you here and now!” Sounded like a hungry animal.

„P-Professor... Please...” I looked at him pleadingly.

„What are you asking for, my dear?” Suddenly started teasing me. „Tell me what do you want from me?”

„P-please... No, I'm actually begging you to fuck me...”

The man smiled slyly:

„Oh believe me, I feel like it, but it's so rough and brutal you'll forget your name!”

As he spoke, his eyes sparkled.

„In addition, I'll fuck you so that you won't have the strength to get up, and your tight pussy will be sore and swollen all over!”

I saw lust in his green eyes.

„Oh, I'll also give you what you secretly desire and what you've been ashamed to ask for... I want you to come with my name on your lips!”

I bit my lower lip as I felt fear and excitement at the same time.

His pupils dilated dangerously.

„What's more, I want you to stay after our lessons every Friday... Is that clear, my pet?”

I nodded my head.

~ Part 12. ~

The man grabbed the still sticking cock in his hand, which really did seem bigger.

„Professor, please... I'm begging you...” I looked pleadingly at him.

„Oh, my dear... You will beg for it, yes, but for me to stop fucking you! Now... tell me what do you want from me so much?”

„I want your cock, Professor, to go deep inside me...”

After these words, he pulled me a little closer and finally I felt the tip of his cock slightly parting the lips of my still wet pussy, so that he could enter me with all his strength extremely deep.

At first it was just light thrusts that made me feel wonderful.

Finally, the man decided to undo the top two buttons on his shirt, then took my shirt off over my head and threw it on a chair. His eyes showed my medium-sized breasts wearing a black lace bra from a set of thongs. He slid down my straps incredibly quickly, found the clasp on the front, and immediately got rid of the unnecessary part of my clothes. Finally, I saw out of the corner a specimen as he tossed my bra next to my thong.

„Oh, my dear... You are so incredibly beautiful... Your little tight pussy is so tight around my cock... I will give you such an orgasm that you will cry for more.”

His alone made me close to orgasm.

Suddenly I felt the man's cock literally pushing me from the inside... His thrusts became more and more intense.

The Professor's big hands rested on my breasts. I felt his thumbs and forefingers tighten around my swollen and perky nipples. I moaned because his hands were still cool until he joined his hot tongue to start arousing and teasing them more.

I began to pant uncontrollably from the incoming feeling of heat, lying on the desk of a man who was fucking me hard and brutally every moment.

He suddenly grabbed my wrists so hard that I yelped.

„Are you sure you want more?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

„Yeah...” I moaned, so much so that I surprised myself.

He shook his head and looked at me in disbelief.

„You are... Oh, yes... My, my naughty sweet girl... I thought about fucking you as soon as I saw you in your class for the first time... When I read your name on the list...” I could see the lust in his green eyes.

„P-Professor... P-please...” My moans were starting to turn him on more and more.

„My private erotic pet... So horny and eager to fuck...” Saying this he laughed.

He suddenly came out of me.

„Turn around... and open your legs more.”

As I stepped off the desk, he suddenly lifted my skirt slightly without warning and slapped my ass until I moaned.

He leaned me over the desk and entered my wet tight pussy extremely hard and brutally from behind. I had to prop myself up on the desk when he started pulling my hair.

„My girl... I won't let you be with anyone!” Sounded more dangerous than ever.

I didn't care until he suddenly let go of my hair, pulled me by the shoulders, leaned down to my ear and I felt his hot breath:

„You're only mine, do you understand?! Only my! You are my property! Only I can fuck you so brutally!”

He pushed me back onto the desk giving me a second smack, but this time extremely solid, until he imprinted his hand on my tiny buttocks.

„Ahh... Professor...” I groaned as it hurt a bit this time.

„Whose are you, pet?!” He asked in a voice that brooked no argument.

„P-Professor... I'm only yours, S-Sir!” I moaned as I felt his cock pushing me harder and harder. „Harder... P-please! Please don't stop fucking me!”

I felt well.

I felt him rub his thumb briefly over my already swollen clit.

„Yes... Yes... You're only mine! Only I have the right to fuck you like that! No one is allowed to have you! I'm gonna flood you, do you understand?!”

I could hear jealousy in his words.

I nodded my head.

„Do you understand what I said?!” A vein popped up on his forehead.

I couldn't think of anything while he was enjoying me.

„God... Y-Yes...”

„I want to hear you scream my name when you're close to your impending orgasm, do you understand me pet?!” Sounded angry.

„Y-Yes... I-understand...” I nodded politely.

For about 5 minutes I felt a wave of orgasm approaching, until I finally called my professor by name:

„L-Loki...” I started hesitantly.

„I can't hear you, my pet.” He replied hoarsely.

„Loki!” I say louder.

„Louder!” He grabbed my hair tightly. „I won't let you go until I completely flood you.”

„LOKI!!” I finally screamed as loud as I could.

I felt him push me hard one last time and he came inside me, and all his hot cum gushed out, flooding me from the inside.

Still holding my hair he croaked:

„My... ahh... Good... Girl...”

His grip slowly loosens, and the man is finally out of me completely. I turned my face to him.

He looked at me with a smile which made me blush automatically. I quickly grabbed my underwear and started getting dressed. The professor handed me a blouse.

Sam slipped on his sideskirts and pulled on his pants:

„You just earned an A from me.”

Then he started tying his tie.

I smiled hearing those words.

Finally the man tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and put his hands on my arms.

~ Part 13. ~

I put my index finger to my lips, feeling the man's gaze on me, and finally asked timidly:

„Is your proposal, Professor, that I stay on Fridays still valid?”

He took my finger, then spoke in his velvety voice:

„Of course it is, my dear. In addition, if you don't have plans for the weekends, I would like you to spend this time with me as well. If that's not a problem for you?”

I nodded my head and wordlessly grabbed him by the neck, then pulled him down slightly and started kissing him wildly. I dreamed that this moment would last forever.

After a moment, however, I moved slightly away from the Professor and reached out my small hands to place them on his shoulders.

He placed his hands on my cheeks and looked me in the eyes.

„My dear Y/N...”

Tears of emotion ran down my cheeks as he diminutive of my name, the way I like it best.

Finally, the Professor continued what he had started:

„Please do me the honor and please become my private pet. I don't want and I won't let anyone take you away from me...”

He kissed me quickly on the lips before I could react, then added:

„That's why I also ask you to be my... beloved!”

"I opened my eyes and mouth in amazement. Did I hear right? The same man I fell in love with is now telling me that he wants me to be his lover?! I couldn't believe it... I was afraid my heart was going to burst."

„P-Professor... I... I don't know what to tell you...” I stuttered.

„Tell me the truth. I can take and get over literally anything... Just please Y/N tell me...”

I saw terror and fear in his eyes.

I sighed very heavily. I have to tell him! I have to tell him that I've been in love with him since the first day he showed up in my class... Let him finally know that I love him too.

~ Part 14. ~

Finally, I took a breath, plucked up my courage, and began:

„I... I have to... I have to tell you this...” I wanted to sound believable.

„Am I listening to you, my dear?” He asked very calmly.

„From that first day, when you, Professor, came to your first Latin lesson, I just can't stop thinking about you. I have a hard time keeping up with your lessons because your voice excites me so damn much, Professor. When I go to sleep I dream about you so intensely that in the morning I wake up all wet. I don't know what kind of cologne you're using either, but it's making me lose my mind. Every time we pass each other in the hallway, I want to pounce on you and shower you with millions of kisses, but I can't! I don't want you to lose your job because of me... God, what the fuck am I doing?! You'll think, Professor, that I'm probably a stupid, desperate teenager...”

When I finished, the professor looked at me with wide eyes. Suddenly and violently I pulled away from him, desperately clutching at the front of his shirt, then had an uncontrollable fit of crying. I don't care if his clothes get wet from my tears.

Crying, I felt him start hugging me and rubbing my back comfortingly.

„You're not stupid, my dear... Never think of yourself that way. Also, don't say that...” his words sounded like a soothing balm.

I started to sob.

"I have to finally say it..." I thought.

I looked up at him with my puffy, tear-stained eyes.

„I fucking love you Loki Laufeyson!” I said in a broken voice.

He cupped my face, letting my tears fall.

He smiled so blissfully I could melt. Finally he said:

„These are the most beautiful words I've heard from you today!”

He took the tear-soaked strands of my hair from my face:

„I will make sure our relationship remains a secret.”

„You give me your word?” I asked still a little apprehensively.

„Yes, and I promise you that when you finish school, I will resign immediately and stay with you forever!”

I smiled because one of my dreams came true. After that, my Professor took my face and started kissing me more and more passionately...

Finally, with a smile on our faces, we left the room together with my professor, and with her the school building, because it really got very late.

I hastily left the room with the professor and the school building, because it was very late. The man suggested that I drop by his house and stay for the weekend. It's just that this weekend dragged on to such an extent that...

I moved in with him.

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In fact, I always wanted someone to make me happy, but I never thought it would be my Latin teacher.

I didn't know that I would ever become the... Teacher's Private Erotic Pet.

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Your pathetic noises, Loki Laufeyson

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: Kitchen sex with Loki, what more can I say?

Word count: 507

Contains: smut. quicky. unprotected sex.

Notes: idk how I’m writing so many blurbs for filthy friday. Who am I??

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You’re unsure of how you ended up in this situation. Hips digging into the edge of the counter as Loki’s hips rub against your ass. His voice barely a whisper in your ear.

“You can be quiet for me, can’t you?” His words send a shiver down your spine as you push your ass back against him. You nod your head quickly. Wasting no time, he begins to undo your jeans, sliding them to your knees, quickly joined by your underwear. You lean forward, your elbows rest on the cool kitchen counter as you wiggle your ass at him.

A low groan emits from his chest as his hand comes down to grope you before he focus’ on undo his own slacks. Tugging them down just enough to free his already hard cock, he positions himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He rests his head on your shoulder for a moment to muffle the noise that dares to escape him.

Time is short and the rest of the team being in the other room doesn’t help. You can hear them laughing and talking about whatever show they’re watching but all you can focus on is the feeling of Loki’s cock starting to drag in and out of you so slowly. Splitting you open and already making the heat in your stomach grow.

You bury your face in your hands, trying so hard to be as quiet as possible. On the other side of the kitchen door is far too many people with enhanced senses and hearing and the last thing you need is to scar them for life.

“As much as I love your pathetic noises, you need to be quiet.” The harshness or his words and the feeling of his hot breath on your ear has you weak in the knees. You feel yourself getting closer to your end but this isn’t enough to push you over.

“Please, please speed up.” You’re sure you didn’t actually say it, barely hearing your own words but Loki did. He stands back up, his hands find purchase on your hips before he gives in to your request. The pace he sets is brutal. The tip of his cock incessantly nudges that spot inside you that sends you hurdling towards your end.

His hands clamps over your mouth as your walls flutter around him. A white heat tears through your body as you softly moan into his hand. Your orgasm send Loki head first into his. Coating your walls with his cum, his forehead rests between your shoulder blades as he comes down from his high.

Your thighs shake as your body relaxes against the counter, face pressed flat as your head rests to the side. The cold of the counter is a welcome feeling against the heat of your forehead and cheek.

Fixing your clothes, you both return to the lounge room and continue watching whatever was on the tv. Bucky leans over to you, whispering in your ear.

“You two aren’t as quiet as you think.”