Extra Credit
"Fuck this!" Korra says getting up walking out of the study room. She has been studying for this exam for 4 hours and made no headway. Frustrated, she makes a bee line straight for her professor's office. Since the beginning of the semester, Korra has struggled with this class. She had to take an engineering course for her major for some bizarre reason. This just wasn't her type of thing, the only thing she liked about her class was her sexy professor, an omega too. Reaching the door, she knocks a few times.
"Come in, Korra." Korra walks in to her smiling professor.
"Dr. Sato! How'd you know it was me?"
"I could smell you." She smiles at her, when Korra starts to blush. Her professor was sitting behind her desk. Dark thick hair in a bun and black and gold prescription Ray-bans. Tight black slacks, a red blouse and her black stilettos were placed neatly next to her desk. Korra always feels under dressed compared to her. She's wearing shorts, which is just short enough to expose her American Eagle boxers when she walks. Along with a muscles shirt with her swim team's logo on it, a light jacket, and vans.
"Oh. Sorry, I try to control my scent but it gets away from me sometimes."
"Don't worry about it, it's nice." Korra blushes at her professor's outgoing nature. "What can I help you with?"
"Oh, right! I'm confused about everything."
"Well let's see what we can do."
-2 hours later-
"Ugh, how do you do this so easily?"
"Practice." She smiles.
"Well, thanks for trying."
"I'm sorry if this wasn't helpful."
"It's alright, a lot of it was. I wish I could get a bit of extra credit that was understandable."
"Hmm, maybe you can."
"How? I'll do anything!"
"Oh, you will?" Asami smirks putting her hand on Korra's muscular thigh.
"Yes." Korra gulps, whispering to her professor's deep red lips.
"First thing, call me Asami-" she says leaning in. "And second, lock the door."
Korra nods, getting up quickly locking the door before returning to Asami. Asami rolls out a yoga mat in the middle of her office.
"Lay down." Korra does as she's told, while Asami straddles her waist, her perfect ass rubbing against Korra's growing member. Asami grinds their hips together, pulling a soft growl from Korra's lips. Asami pulls off Korra's shirt to rub her hands across her abs.
"Undress me."
"Yes, ma'am." Korra says with a grin. She slowly pulls off Asami's blouse and skirt, to be graced with the smallest thong she's ever seen, and a complementary bra. Asami pushes Korra's shorts down where she can kick them off.
Korra pulls Asami into a deep kiss as they remove the rest of their clothes.
"I have a condom, in my bag."
"Don't worry about it."
"Ok?" Korra says as Asami lowers herself on Korra's member, which was a bit of a challenge because of Korra's size. Asami starts a slow pace, moaning in sync with the Alpha under her. But it wasn't enough, Korra grabs Asami's hips roughly flipping their positions. This position allowing Korra to go in deeper and much faster.
"Fuck." Asami's nails dragging down Korra's back leaving scratches. Korra groans as she feels her professor quickly reach her climax. "Oh shit, Korra."
Korra picks Asami up bending her over her desk, resuming her fast pounding. One of her many daydreams of taking her professor on this very desk is coming true. Korra's speed and excitement cause the desk to leave a dent in the wall.
"Oooh fuck. So close Korra." Asami throws her head back in completion, her walls squeezing Korra's member tightly. Korra thrusts a few more times groaning through her release. Asami starts to squirm as she feels Korra expand.
"We're gonna be here a while." Korra says kissing the woman, soothing her.
"I'm not complaining." Asami says turning around wrapping her arms around Korra's neck, before Korra expands too much. "I knew you'd be good."
"Likewise… Do you think I can earn a bit more extra credit?" Korra winks.