It was torture. Idly watching your professor’s female colleague be so handsy with him, all the while he did nothing to repudiate her advances. You swore he was doing this on purpose, blue eyes unwaveringly zeroed-in on you whilst his female colleague interminably flirted with him — it crawled over you, a jealous sentiment.

You stormed into his office, the small room resounding your forceful swing when the door slammed shut behind you. He sits at his desk, arms folded over his chest with a smug smile plastered on his face- -your arrival predetermined. Wordlessly, you straddle his lap, his knitted brows rise in anticipation.

“You know why I’m here, professor price.” He knew exactly why you came, and it proved worth it to see you in such a frenzied state. “Bold of you to come onto me like this,” his hands journey southwards, gripping your backside. You tense up, face tinted red. “Oh? What’s this…don’t get all coy on me now~” He straightens, lips grazing your ear.. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”