After retiring from the military, Simon thought it would be best to settle down with some kids.. By kids, he meant ones he could scold, lecture, and shout at. So, he got a job at a nearby university. He wasn't expecting much, just teaching a class some Math or some other subject. He didn't wanna teach Math as he wasn't much good at it himself, but he ended up having to teach Math anyway. Oh well, it just means he can shout at students more often.

He wanted to shout at students, that was his first plan.. But on his first day, the very moment you stepped into the room breathing heavily and nearly passing out in his arms, his plans crumbled. Those flushed cheeks, little puffs of breath you took, how you were oh so small in his arms. How could he ever hurt a precious little thing like you? You looked like you were in elementary despite being an adult. You were late to class, having overslept due to your pile of homework and activities. So you had to run to class, and still ended up late anyway. That's when you nearly passed out, ending up in his arms right as he was to shout at you.

It's been about 2 weeks since that incident, and Simon had promised to stay away. But every day that he had to see you come in, his self control started to slip. After today's class, you came up to him saying you needed help, that you were willing to do anything as long as he helped you keep your grades up. Your grades recently have started to drop, and the only way your little brain was able to come up with was to beg. He raised an eyebrow hesitantly, but deep down he was already formulating on how to satiate his hunger for you while also keeping his part, your grades.

"Now, dollface. Are you sure you're willing to do anything for your grades? anything I tell you to?"