Him & I (Kai Anderson)**Smut**

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A/N: This was also not requested, thought about it and wrote it in a day because hella inspired. This was a mix of a convo with @fragilelikeabomb0106 who is also used as the protag in this and @emmacat5 who sent an imagine about Kai being a college professor, with @enjoyurlattebitch contributing a small story line. You can find the imagine here and the short convo here. Also want to tag @ahswitchy and  @obsessivenostalgicbaby.  Try not to die while reading it because I almost did just writing the damn thing. Enjoy!

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I sat nervously in my chair, looking at Professor Anderson just across from me. “You are really not doing well in my class. You look invested during my lectures, but on paper…no offence, but you’re fucking stupid.” He said bluntly. “You’re going to be placed on academic probation if you don’t shape up your grades.”

 I swallowed roughly, the meeting itself wasn’t nerve racking, it was Anderson himself. It was hard to focus when all the attention went to the way his suit hugged him nicely, his muscles being outlined under his suit shirts, his perfect plump ass. Fuck, just listening to him talk was flooding my panties.

 “Are you paying attention to what I’m saying? I think you need a tutor if you want to not flunk out of my class.” He spoke when he spotted me just zoning out. “Uh, yes. I am listening. I’m sorry professor. I’ll try harder, I just get easily distracted.” I spoke to him.

 He sighed, letting his hand comb through his blue hair. “If that’s the case then maybe you need one on one lessons for a while, to be honest there isn’t anyone in my classes that can teach another person.”

 My eyes lit up at the prospects of me and Anderson spending alone time together. He was focused on writing something down on a piece of paper. “Here is my availability. Come see me in my office between 4-6. If you need to see me after those, my cell number is right under the schedule. Call or text me if you need to meet up. If you just start harassing me over the phone, then I’ll have you kicked out. Understood?”

 I nodded my head, “Yes, Professor Anderson, I understand.” “Good, now I have another meeting in five, so get your things and get out Katie.” I nodded my head and grabbed my purse before heading out of his office and to my next class.  

 Two days passed, and I decided to test out the waters. I knew he warned me about harassing him over the phone, but maybe he wouldn’t do anything if I sent him something a little more…alluring, maybe an accidental sext or something. I’m pretty sure that there are rules against student teacher relationships, but fuck. The man invaded my dreams each night and my thoughts every day, torturing me with visions of his hands gripping my body and ramming into me.

 “Fuck, you have a nice cunt Katie. Nice and tight.”

“Did I say you can stop? Get your mouth back to sucking me off you whore.”

 I shuttered as I shut those thoughts out quickly, so I wouldn’t get distracted from my plan.

 *Pants* “You’re perfect tied up you know? It’s like I can fuck you anytime I want and not have to worry about you running off.” “Quit the screaming before I gag you. I told you I wanted to fuck your tight ass.” “Open wide Katie, you don’t want to skip out on your meal.”

 Fuck. I had to take a little detour with my plan as my own arousal got to me, and it was hard for me to focus again. I went and started to strip down naked before dimming the lights, and crawling into my bed. I pulled out my vibrator from my night stand and started enjoying myself, getting into my little fantasy.

Pressing the toy to my clit, my hips gyrated and grinded against it to help with my stimulation. I started to go through my phone, looking at photos of Kai that I took when he wasn’t staring at me in class.

 “Kai, fuck. What about a condom?” “I don’t use them. Then again, a girl like you probably likes the feeling of a man’s warm semen coating your womb Katie. If you had my kids, I’d fuck you relentlessly. Don’t you want that? And it’s Professor Anderson to you.”

 My eyes closed as I started to enjoy myself, not even aware of what I was doing on my phone. Last I saw was just his photo on my screen before slipping into my fantasy.

 “Move your camera Katie.” Kai’s voice rung. My eyes shot opened, turns out the photo I had was his caller I.D. and, in my bliss, I requested a video chat. “P-P-Pro-Professor Anderson, I-I-I can explain…” I sputtered, embarrassed that he caught me in the middle of masturbating. His face over the call was calm along with his voice. I saw him bring a hand up to silence me.

 “Take your camera and move it so I can watch better Katie. I want to see your pussy and your face.” He spoke, much sterner, but retaining a composure about him. “I…yes Professor.” I said, agreeing to his demands. I moved around, going to my desk, and propping my phone up while I sat on my desk chair, my toes pressed on the seat and my legs parted to give him a clear view of everything.

“That’s much better.” He spoke over the phone. Without warning, his view switched, and, on my screen, I saw him from the waist down. He was in a bedroom, over the covers he had some porno playing on a tv screen across from him. His hand came down to his boxers and I watched with wide eyes as it pulled out his semi-hard dick.

 “I need material to work with here.” His voice said over the call as he just let his hand grip his shaft. “I’ve seen this movie like fifty times. Doesn’t cut it for me anymore.” I felt my face heat up, was this really happening or am I lucid dreaming.

 “Katie, do I need to tell you what to do?” he asked, slightly annoyed. “You don’t have to Professor, but I can do whatever you want to help you.” I said slowly.

 “Really? Well then, finger yourself.”

 I nodded and obediently followed his orders. I leaned back slightly as I started to pump my fingers into my wet core, whimpering at the feeling on getting filled. I did my best to keep my eyes opened, wanting to see if what I did pleased him.

 His hand started to move slowly on his shaft as he continued to work himself up with me. “Shit, you can get extra credit for this.” He grunted over the phone. “Or better yet. I flunk you and we get another semester with each other.” “Yes, Professor Anderson, whatever you want.” I groaned.

 “Grab your vibrator and I want see you squirt.”

 I complied and took my vibrator from the desk and started working me. He seemed to follow my pacing, going quick when I did and slowing down when I needed too. “So, tell me what got you all worked up.”

 “You did…professor. I-I can’t stop thinking about us fucking. That’s…that’s kinda why, fuck, I’m failing.” I moaned out.

 “Is that why you’re being such a nice whore for me?”

 I nodded my head, “I will do anything to ride your cock Professor, I’ll choke on it, let you fuck me in the ass with it. I want it all so badly.”

 He stopped working himself, letting his erection die on him. “If you want it so badly then, maybe I’ll just wait until I can give it to you. Wouldn’t want to be a tease any longer.” He said. “You have fun finishing off yourself and I expect to see you in my office at 3:50 sharp. I have a meeting at 4:10.”

 He didn’t end the call, instead switching back to show his face. “Now, I’m not one to turn down a show. So, finish.”

I nodded my head and continued to work myself. My hips moved against the vibrator as my fingers continued to pump in and out of my core, curled up to grind on my sweet spot.  I saw his face lighten as he enjoyed watching me with his direction.

 “K-Kai.” I groaned. “You don’t get to use that name. You’re going to call me Professor Anderson.” He corrected. “Now are you close?” I nodded my head in response. “Cum.”

 It was like his words held weight on me, because the moment he ordered me I just felt myself get lost in a wave of bliss. My body convulsed, my walls tightened down on my fingers and my legs shook. Just as he requested I squirted, the fluid running down my thighs and collecting at my feet on the chair.

 “Professor!” I groaned out, my chest panting heavy as I lost my breath. “That was perfect Katie, just ride it out for me.”

 Slowly, I came down from my high, sweat covered my body and matted my hair to my face. I looked at him through half hooded eyes and a heavy pant. “So tomorrow, come by my office at 3:55. I’ll be waiting for you. Goodnight Katie.”  He spoke briefly before hanging up the call.

 I just stared at the black screen on my phone, looking at myself in the reflection and how much of a mess I appeared. Fuck, he did all of that, without even touching me.

 The next day, I showed up to his office as requested. He smiled and let me in before shutting the door. Before I had time to set my bag down he ambushed me and had me bent over his desk. “Glad you made it.” He stated. His hands came to grab mine, pinning them to my back. “Move your hands and I’ll kick you out of my office.”

 “I won’t move them Professor.” I spoke softly. I bit my lip as I felt the fabric of his tie wrap around my wrists, tying me down.  

 Just as I was pulled back up, there was a knock. “Professor Anderson? It’s Cassidy Myers from your afternoon class. Can we talk?” “One moment Cassidy,” Kai called out.

 He looked at me and motioned for me to get under his desk. I complied, thinking that he needed to hide me for a moment since having a student tied in your office was probably against school rules.

 Once I was hidden under his desk, he got in his chair and pushed himself in. “Come in.” he called out.

 I heard the door open and close before a girl’s voice popped up. “I just wanted to discuss my grade on my paper. I think you graded it unfairly. At best it deserved a B+, but you gave me a C.” she spoke.

 They both started to go back and forth for a little while, she was upset about her grade, and Kai justified why it was given. All I could do was keep quiet and just get taunted with his groin right at my face, with no way to touch it.

 I saw a folded piece of paper fall beside me and I looked at it. With his foot he kicked it closer to me and I took it. Unfolding the note, I blushed a little.

Slowly and quietly undo my belt, button, and zipper. Pull out my cock, and start sucking.

He must had written it before she came in and just waited for the right time to send it my way. I took a breath and started to let my fingers rub along his thighs to let him know I was starting.

 Since his zipper was the closest, I unzipped it, careful to make sure it was quiet enough for the girl to not hear. One by one I did what the note said before I was staring right at his dick. I licked my lips before letting my fingers lightly drag against the skin. I felt tingles all over when I was finally able to touch it.

 I brought my lips to his tip and started to take him slowly into my mouth. With how badly I’ve wanted this, I made sure it was perfect. So, when I had downtime to spare, I spent it deep throating a dildo, suppressing my gag reflex, and reading up on tricks that would help along.

 I could feel him harden in my mouth the further I went along with taking him in. Because of my pace, it wasn’t as brutal, but the fact that I could easily get caught made up for the fact.

 “Listen, maybe we can compromise. I’ll reread your essay and send it to my colleagues. I’ll give you a grade based on the group consensus. Sound reasonable?” Kai said, his voice was riddled with irritation. “Fine, and they’ll tell you that I really deserve an A on this. Goodbye Professor Anderson.”

 I heard the door close and his chair move back. His arm came down and grabbed me out of my hiding spot and into the open. He positioned me on my knees, my head back. “Fucking cunt.” He groaned. His hands came into my hair and gripped it tightly. Next thing I knew he was crouching over me, with his cock ramming violently down my throat and his balls hitting my chin.

 “She thinks she knows better than me?” he muttered, “I’m the fucking teacher, you do and accept what the teacher says.” He looked down at me and sneered. “You, I’m fucking pissed, so you are going to make me relax.” “Now. Choke. On. My. Cock.” He said between each hard thrust. “And you better fucking swallow.”

I groaned, tears forming as the angle he had me under made him reach further down my throat. I gagged under him as my fingers started to fondle his balls. “For the next two hours you’re my cum dumpster. I’m not stopping until I’ve fill all your holes and my balls are empty.” He groaned.

He groaned as he slammed into my face one last time before he spilled into me. My instincts tried to pull him off, but he fought me, pinching my nose, and forcing me to swallow to get air. “You don’t get to fight back cunt.” He growled.  “I said swallow.” I obeyed and did what I was told before he finally pulled me off him.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to, but my body wanted to fight it. I want to please you Professor Anderson. I promise.” I excused. “I want to be nothing more than a cum dumpster for you.”

His hand cupped my face before bringing me up to my feet. “That’s it Katie, now bend over my desk, and I’ll show you just how much better my cock is than your fingers.”

I smiled and with eagerness followed his instructions. “Do whatever you want to me Professor Anderson.”