A/N: Soooooo I wasn't originally going to post this *hides away in shame*. I didn't want to post yet ANOTHER roleplay fic, buuuuut the more I thought about it the more I was convinced that this is something kinky darvey does all the time, so here it is. (Disclaimer: i am only in it for the kink. Professor/student relationships in the real world have rules that should absolutely be followed for good reason.)
Donna's twenty-first day of her morning quarantine yoga routine is interrupted unexpectedly when she hears a knock at the door. Looking up at the living room, only to find it empty, Donna untangles from her mat and walks over to the entrance of their condo. She wasn't expecting anyone, and he wasn't as far as she knew. But her curiosity got the best of her, and she snuck a glance through the peephole only to be greeted with a small box on the ground.
She quickly walked to the kitchen to grab their cleaning supplies before opening the door and retrieving the package, intrigued by its contents. As she begins to clean it thoroughly, Harvey walks in, having recently changed from his loungewear to business-casual in preparation for his Zoom meeting.
"Done with yoga already?"
"No, I got interrupted in the middle. Did you order something?" she says, pointing to the box.
His face lights up. "Oh, is that from Amazon? Wow, they weren't kidding with the two-day shipping,"
"Since when did you know how to use Amazon?" she teases as she pushes it over.
"Since my beautiful girlfriend informed me you could order toilet paper and have it delivered straight to your door," he walks over to her and places a quick kiss on her lips. "What would I do without you?"
Damn it, she thinks as she blushes. They've only been dating for a short while, but she's still taken aback at how strongly he makes her feel with the most mundane comments. She thinks it's because he's been off-limits for her for years, and now her body's demanding payback.
"What'd you order?" Donna asks, as he starts ripping the package open. When she feels a tingle run down her spine at the view of him in his tight shirt putting his muscles into work, she wonders if she's ever going to pull herself together.
"My eyes have been killing me ever since we had to move to Zoom calls, so Louis mentioned these blue-light blocking glasses that were pretty cheap so I wanted to try them out," he explains. He continues unwrapping the package until his glasses come into view, and immediately moves to put them on.
"Ta-da," he exclaims, with mock excitement. "How do they look?"
Jesus Christ, she thinks. She has to do a double-take, because she can't believe what she's seeing.
She had always thought her boyfriend was incredibly sexy. It didn't matter what he wore or what he was doing, she could find something in him that'd turn her on and they had been going at it like they were teenagers whenever they had the privacy and the chance.
But with him here now, shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up to show off his arms, and thick black glasses framing his chiseled face,
Harvey Specter looks like the hottest fucking professor she's ever seen.
"Oh my god," she comments, in a daze. Fuck, she's blushing again, but there's no way she can admit that she has a professor/student roleplay fantasy to him right now. It's not that he would make fun of her, Harvey is a gentleman and never kink-shames- it's just that she can't really believe herself right now either.
"What?" he asks, obviously concerned. "Do they look bad?"
"No!" she almost shouts, out of reflex more than anything. God, this man-somehow he looked even hotter while frowning. "It's just- I have to go. My phone's ringing. I think it's Rachel," she comments weakly, before running off into her room.
"Fuck," he murmurs to himself. "This is what I get for trusting Louis."
Harvey keeps the glasses on for meetings because they help, and Donna does her best to scurry away when his meetings start. He always throws her a confused look, but he focuses on the meeting and never remembers to question her about it because she always seems back to normal after he's done with his conference calls.
He's perplexed, and wonders if he should be concerned. Donna seemed fine for the most part, but she was still acting strangely, and he couldn't help but be worried if it was because they were forced to spend so much time together because of the mandatory quarantine. He didn't think that was the case- he certainly was enjoying every moment with her, and she seemed to like all of their activities they had planned for each other, so he couldn't see what he was missing.
Unbeknownst to him, Donna was getting more and more aggravated by the view. The longer she kept mum about it, the more she wanted to tell him to whip the glasses out while they were getting intimate, but each time she balked at the thought and she just faced an increasing amount of sexual frustration by each day. She was thankful for the meetings, because she had at least fifteen minutes to calm herself the fuck down and maintain her composure.
When Mike calls, Donna knows she's safe, even when she's faced with Harvey's questioning gaze yet again when she walks from the kitchen into their room without throwing a glance back at him. She has at least half an hour, because the two men loved talking about old movies to an extent where she once had to step into only Harvey's view wearing nothing so that he could hang up with Mike and come ravish her. (She apologized later at their group call later that evening, and proceeded to let Mike and Rachel beat them in Pictionary as an apology present).
Five minutes into lying on her bed and trying not to think about what class she would hypothetically almost fail and have to ask for extra credit, Harvey whips in with his glasses on, seemingly furious.
"Ok, what the hell is wrong?" he nearly yells, brows furrowed.
Donna groans internally. She had been running from it for so long, and now she was about to be caught. "What do you mean?" she responds weakly.
"What are you hiding from me during my meetings? Don't think I haven't noticed you hiding in the room the moment I go to talk to someone."
"Harvey, it's nothing,"
"That's what you said last time, but you're still doing it. If you're mad or annoyed at me, I think I should know,"
"You haven't done anything! Honestly, it's so stupid, just leave it alone!"
Donna tries to scoot off the bed and back out into the living room because she couldn't take it anymore. Him disturbing her in the middle of her fantasies was one thing, but having him come in looking like that to reprimand her of all things had never had her so turned on before, so she needed to escape before her head exploded.
He's quick to follow, though, and grabs her arm gently but with enough force to convey that he means business. "Donna- be honest. Are you annoyed of being quarantined with me?"
She almost laughs at the absurdity at his question, because there isn't anything she loves more. After a whole decade of being apart, she can't think of anything better than spending almost every moment together. But when she catches the unreadable expression on his face, she knows he's not joking.
"Harvey, no, of course not, I love being here with you," she responds.
"Then what is it? Because that's the only reason I can think of as to why you're acting like this,"
"Harvey- it's-" she sighs in defeat. It's finally coming out. "It's the glasses," She can't bear to look him in the eye.
"What?" he tilts his head in confusion. "You really don't like them that much?"
"God, no." she breathes out. "Ugh, don't laugh, okay?"
"Donna, there isn't anything funny in this situation to me."
A moment passes as she tries to gather how she's going to say it.
"When you put on your glasses... You kind of look like...I don't know... a hot professor," she gestures with her hands, in an effort to seem carefree.
She looks at him, fully expecting a grin to be growing before he bursts out into laughter, but instead she's greeted with the sight of his eyes growing dark and his breathing heavy.
"Are you telling me this look turns you on?"
She nods, weakly. "It might,"
"Well then," Harvey's voice suddenly turns from rough to an uneasy tone of smooth. "If that's the case, Miss Paulsen, you can meet me in fifteen minutes in the study."
"Wait, what?" she breathes out, feeling like the wind was just knocked out of her.
"And if you're going to beg for extra credit for that law class you're failing, I'd make sure sure you wear something I just can't say no to," he almost growls, before he pulls her flush towards him to squeeze her ass.
"Harvey," she breathes out, appalled.
"Nuh-uh-uh" he tuts, "That'll be Professor Specter to you." He finishes with a smirk, before walking out and leaving her on shaky legs.
Harvey's as giddy as a child on Christmas day as he paces around his study, unable to comprehend just how lucky he is. It's one thing to have a smoking hot girlfriend, but it's something else entirely when there's something about you that she finds irresistible.
Who knew, he thought in disbelief, the power of fucking glasses.
As he waits for her to come in and prepares himself to get into character, the last rays of sun streaming through the window of his study, causing a glint to catch his eye. When he sees what it is, he can't help but smile. Oh, yes.
Moments later, he hears the sound of her heels getting louder and approaching the study. His adrenaline starts rushing in anticipation for what they have in store for each other.
"Harvey?" she asks, at the side of the doorway. She's making an effort to not reveal herself, and he's sympathetic to her cause.
"Yes?" he responds, trying to hide his smile.
"Are your glasses on?"
He smirks. She was always so into character. "Yeah, they're on,"
"Can you button up your shirt?"
"Okay," he agrees, secretly thrilled she's taking this opportunity to indulge herself with him.
But when Donna finally walks in, all of his previous thoughts immediately dissipate from his head, and he's speechless. He's faced yet again with the reality that even though she's the one that just revealed her own weakness for him, she's still the one with the upper hand.
It never occurs to him just how innocent she can make herself look. With the most doe-eyed expression he's ever seen on her, Donna walks in with a crisp white shirt and a short plaid skirt, covered tastefully by his burgundy Harvard sweater. There's a maroon headband in her hair, and she's holding books in her arms. As his eyes trace down her legs, he notices she's wearing tights alongside her new black Louboutins.
"Donna, wow-"
"Hi, Professor Specter," she interrupts, before he has the chance to break character. "I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second regarding my grade in your ethics class?"
He can't even form a single word, only aware of how quickly his blood is rushing away from his brain and into another part of him. "I-"
"Oh, sorry, I should introduce myself" she continues, with the same air of shyness. "I'm Donna Paulsen, a second year student. I am a little concerned about my grade, because I didn't do well on the midterm, and honestly, I don't even have a working rough draft for my essay that's due in two days,"
It takes everything for him to not roll his eyes in pleasure.
He really should have expected this from her. She's here, pretending he's a prestigious law professor and she's the willing student. Somehow, she's turned what was supposed to be her turn-on into a full-blown fantasy for them both.
Jesus, he didn't even know he had a professor-student kink until now. They haven't even officially started, but he already has an inkling that this is going to be the best orgasm he's ever had.
Despite how tempestuous his girlfriend looks right now, Harvey refuses to back down from a challenge. So while he's never been more desperate to cave in and ravish her on the spot, he takes a moment to collect himself and practice some lines he had rehearsed before she came in blowing the competition out of the water.
If Donna was bringing a storm, he was going to counter with his own damn hurricane.
"And may I ask, Miss Paulsen," he says, as pretentious as possible, "why you seem to be having so much difficulty with my class? The student feedback I received indicated the midterm was more than fair, and I do recall assigning this essay to the class in the very beginning of the semester,"
She smiles for a millisecond at his attempt to act before reverting back to her pout. "Sorry, Professor. I don't have a valid reason. I don't want to get too much into it, but, uh, to be honest, I just broke up with my boyfriend and I haven't been able to focus,"
Oh, she's good, he can't help but think. She's trying to get him riled up, and it's absolutely fucking working. His nostrils flare involuntarily at the thought of having to share her, despite both of them being fully aware that this is completely fake. It's just that, now that she's finally his, he never wants to entertain that possibility ever again.
He buys himself time and moves his hand to adjust his glasses. When he hears her sharp intake of breath, he reminds himself: this all started because she's turned on by his glasses.
(He'd never admit it, but it does make him inexplicably happy inside- it's such a small thing, but this woman really loved every damn inch of him.
"You're right, Miss Paulsen, I'm afraid that's not a valid reason," he continues. "Drop the class if you do not think your essay will meet my standards, and perhaps I will see you again next year,"
He looks away then, and grabs the closest document and pretends to read. He adjusts his glasses again, hoping for retaliation, but soon he realizes he is unsuccessful because she's biting her lip in return and suddenly he's lost the ability to read. If Donna is surprised that he's pretending to turn her down, she doesn't show it.
"I was just wondering, Professor... Is there possibly any other way I could be evaluated?"
Jesus Christ. He knows the general pretense of the setup and how it's supposed to end, but he swears she's trying to murder him nonetheless. Her acting is definitely more than enough to make his pants tent now.
He flexes his jaw, but tries to deliver his answer airily. "I'm afraid that's not possible, Miss Paulsen. My curriculum is how it is. If you can't meet my standards, I see no reason to give you special treatment,"
He looks up to make eye contact with her then, but realizes it's a big mistake. She's looking at him, and he recognizes the heat in her eyes. She's about to devour him.
"But Professor, I've seen the way you look at me," she continues, pausing to take her red sweater off languidly. Underneath it, she's wearing a crisp white shirt with the top two buttons undone that accentuates her waist and breasts. It's tucked neatly into her high-waisted plaid skirt, looking like his fucking wet dream.
He needs to look away, but his eyes are glued to her. She's walking towards him now, adding a little sashay in her hips, and he nearly drops his jaw at the sight. Her legs go on for miles, and with the way her breasts are moving across the tight fabric of her shirt, he suspects she's not even wearing a bra.
Donna stops at the side of his desk, and leans back so that she's sitting lightly on it. She stretches her legs out. He's frozen in his chair, unable to look anywhere except up at her eyes.
She bats her eyelashes, because she's Donna. "It's kind of the same look you have on now, Professor."
He really is at a loss for words, but he's a warrior until the end. "What about your boyfriend?" he blurts out, in a last Hail-Mary attempt. "I don't think he'd appreciate this,"
"Thomas-" his possessiveness flares up again when she uses the name of possibly his most despised ex of hers, "already knows. It's the reason we broke up, so if we're being honest, I've thought about it too. So are you sure we can't come up with an alternative method to grade me? Just this one time? You can do anything you want," she ends with a sing-song tone, blatantly flirting with him.
He can't see it himself, but he swears his eyes darken at her last statement. There's something about her being all dolled up for him, ready to give him free reign.
To provoke him either further, Donna's hands find the top button of her blouse, and starts undoing it. He's briefly hypnotized by the movement of her fingers and is anticipating seeing the smooth expanse of skin about to be revealed when it occurs to him that it'd be the perfect opportunity to take back control. He stands up to tower over her and grabs her wrist to stop her movements.
"Oh, I'll give you an alternative evaluation, Miss Paulsen," the growl in his voice almost unrecognizable. "But I want to know you're aware of exactly what you're signing up for. If we go forward with this, you will do as I say and nothing else. And you will tell no one else. Understood?"
She nodes eagerly. "I promise,"
He drops her arm and bores his eyes into hers. Her pupils are dilated and her breathing's shallow, and he suspects he looks just about the same.
"Sit on my desk, properly"
Donna scoots back immediately, letting her long legs dangle off the edge. She sits up straight, ready for attention. He walks around her like a predator stalking his prey, strategizing about where to start. He decides to go with what's easiest to access.
He stops in front of her, opens her legs so that he can place himself in between, and smirks at her. Then, he directs his index finger to hook under the collar of her white shirt. "I have to ask, Miss Paulsen. These shirts of yours- they're highly inappropriate. Do you wear them on purpose or do you just unintentionally distract professors while they're trying to lecture?"
She shudders at his touch. "I always put in the effort, but I never thought you'd notice, Professor. You always seemed so passionate about law,"
He snorts in response. "I'm passionate, not blind. Do you do this for all of your professors?" His fingers start trailing down the buttons of her shirt, and he takes a moment to appreciate the dip of her cleavage.
"No sir, just you,"
"Good," he states, simply. "You're ready for your first test,"
"Can I ask what it is?"
He doesn't respond, and starts undoing the remainder of her buttons. When the last one is loosened, he grips to the edges of her shirt and looks up at her.
"I'm going to see if your tits look just as good as I imagined,"
And with that, he's pulling the ends of her shirt apart as she gasps. Her skin is glowing, as he expected, but he's wrong about one thing. She actually does have a bra on, but it's white, tiny, and lacy. Immediately, he's hooking his fingers under the strap in a lame attempt to register what he's seeing.
"Fuck," he involuntarily breathes out.
"I figured this might be an area of interest," she explains smugly, squeezing her arms together so he stays fixated on her chest.
She knows. Harvey is a breasts man, and is particularly invested in hers. He's never had to say it either, because it's likely the most obvious thing about him, the way he consistently zones in on that part of her every time he's initiating sex.
It hits him then that even with the short time she had, she really prepared for this, for him, and the thought of that turns him on even more.
"You've really outdone yourself," he says, but he really means it for Donna. She gets it, and they both detach from their characters to grin cheekily at each other.
"Are they just like you imagined?"
"Hmm, no. They're even better, which I didn't think was possible,"
She swallows her appreciation for his candor. "I've been told they taste even- fuck-"
Before she can finish her sentence, Harvey's already taken it upon himself to pull the lace down and latch onto a nipple while his hand tweaks the other. He's sucking more fervently than usual, and Donna's so affected by it she has to lean backward to prop herself on her elbows for better support. When her head drops as he bites lightly on her nipple, he takes it as a signal to move to her other breast, leaving her shivering at the brief loss of contact.
"God, your boyfriend's such a fucking idiot," he says, before eliciting a loud moan out of her with a particularly rough tug with his teeth. In reality, he's chastising his former self for even thinking for a second he could live without her, now knowing how how erotic it is to have her here now, gasping and writhing on his desk. It only makes him work her harder, and he swears she's never tasted sweeter. Harvey's hands move to grip tightly at her thighs as a means of anchoring himself in the moment, inching closer towards the hemline of her panties.
He continues his ministrations but once his hands reach under her skirt, she's suddenly propping herself up on one elbow, with the other hand applying a gentle force to his head.
"Wait, Professor," she breathlessly pants. "I want to be able to show you my abilities so that I can prove just how... serious I am about your class."
His mind is hazy, further muddled at the view of her propped up on his desk with her shirt undone. He fails to comprehend what she's saying. "What do you mean?"
She pushes herself back up and hops off the table. All he can do is stare at her, until she guides him gently to the chair, and then sassily pushes him into the seat. To no surprise, his raging erection is painfully obvious through his gray slacks.
She takes a moment to remove her shirt and her bra. He gawks at her, and trails her movements as she moves down to her knees and in between his. "You've always told us to use our observational skills so that we can work the man, so I can't help but notice you've been a little... stressed recently," she almost purrs.
Before he can respond, she's popping the button of his slacks off, pulling down the zipper, and pulling his length out of his boxers.
Donna looks at him hungrily. He can't help but grip the armrests at his chair to contain the pleasure streaking through him as she approaches him with unprecedented eagerness.
She doesn't break eye contact as her right hand starts stroking him slowly, "Maybe... you're having problems of your own at home?"
"Absolutely not," he responds immediately. He knows she's only playing, but he can't help it- it's become ingrained in him to protect the idea of them at all costs. Now that he's with her, he's certain there will never be a thing to complain about when it comes to their relationship, and it's a stance he will always take even when she's completely joking.
She stops for a second, and he notices her eyes soften slightly. It's only there for a second, however, when her look returns to her original heated glance. She places her hands on his thighs until as she casually shrugs her shoulders as if feigning acceptance. "If you say so. Bet she won't be able to suck your dick as well as me though,"
Donna doesn't give him any time to process before she's enveloping his entire length in one go. He forgets to breathe when he feels the warmth of her mouth radiate down every inch of him, and most of all, she's still fucking watching him with her hair perfectly coiffed under her headband, knowing full well it's going to make him lose his shit. He would think that level of confidence would annoy him, but of course it's Donna, and it's so fucking hot when she knows just how good she is so he's more than happy to be at her mercy.
Not wanting to have this end prematurely, Harvey shuts his eyes and grips the armrests even harder, and can't help bucking his hips up slightly as she feels her tongue slip down the underside of his cock.
In times like these, Donna borders on being too much for him to handle. Chauvinistic thoughts aside, Donna's fucking amazing at giving head, and as always, knows just what he needs. But there's also a tingle of indecency that never fails to coarse through his veins when she's on her knees for him- the thought that someone like Donna, who as New York's most put-together and commandeering Chief Operating Officer also enjoys putting her lips around his cock and sucking him off so enthusiastically.
He hurtles down further towards the peak of pleasure just thinking about how much he admires her, and comes dangerously close when she swallows his whole length again and fucking hums.
Harvey has never been so fast to grab her hair in order to get her to stop. This started as her fantasy, and there's no way he's going to end up coming first. But in his rush to maintain control, there's an unexplainable energy that strikes between them as he notices how tightly he's gripping her hair and just how much he doesn't want her to stop. Donna picks it up in a millisecond, and as if granting him permission, she grabs his other hand and places it on the other side of her head, and gives his rock-hard erection one last lick from his balls to his tip.
It's permission, he realizes.
Her tongue barely leaves his tip when he's thrusting himself back into her mouth slowly. He still doesn't want to come, just wants to wean off the drug that is Donna Paulsen, so he takes the opportunity of possession to slow himself down, even though she's still fucking looking at him with that look that threatens to snap all of his self control. He gets three more thrusts in which she takes with stride, and he's unable to take his eyes off of her until he's loosening his hold on her and she detaches willingly.
"Miss Paulsen," he stammers, trying to sound unaffected. "I wanted to inform you that your... extra credit...is enough to get you a passing grade as of right now. Should you want to continue- ah-"
Harvey is unable to finish his sentence when Donna leans forward to squeezes her breasts to rub up and down between his cock. She giggles when she feels him twitch at the sensory overload. "I figured since I'm here Professor, might as well try to get...above average, right?" She bites her lower lip again and pouts, and it baffles him how well she can play the character of seductive schoolgirl.
He has to take a second to breathe because god, this woman. He thankfully remembers his plan then.
"Very well, Miss Paulsen. To begin the final evaluation, please go over to the dresser to grab a highlighter."
Slightly confused now, Donna stands up slowly, and walks uncertainty around his desk to the dresser on his right. He smirks, admiring the view as she opens the door to the cabinet and bends over to find the stationary, imagining how she was going to look when he fucks her into oblivion with nothing but her skirt on.
In a haste to return to him, Donna grabs the highlighter and doesn't close the cabinet door. He smirks again, this time to himself. Perfect.
When Donna returns to him, Harvey takes the highlighter from her and places it on his desk. "Thanks," he says nonchalantly. "Now, I want you to face away from me and put your hands on my desk,"
A shiver runs through her body as she does what she's told. From over her shoulder, she watches as he rolls over behind her. Once Harvey is right behind her, he's quick to flip up her skirt, and groans at the sight of her perfectly perky ass as she shivers at the feeling of being exposed.
"Well, well, well, Miss Paulsen, if you aren't just the gift that keeps on giving," he comments, as his hands grab at her globes hungrily. He parts her cheeks to appreciate the matching white lace thong, and feeling particularly daring, he slaps one and grins when she juts forward with a whimper.
"Seems like somebody's impatient,"
"Please, professor-"
"Whose evaluation is this? I thought I was in control?" he questions.
"You are, it's just that, my boyfriend never made me wait this long," she challenges, and he almost takes the bait.
"Miss Paulsen, you mention your boyfriend again, and not only am I going to fail you, I'm going to tell the school you tried to fuck your professor because you couldn't keep up, and it's going to be my word against theirs, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she responds meekly, now even more turned on.
"Spread your legs so I can see you," he orders sternly, and he doesn't ignore the shake in her knees when she opens herself to him.
He slowly pulls her thong down to her knees, finally revealing all of her to him.
"Exquisite," he remarks, unable to stop himself from licking his lips at the glistening presence of her slit. With one hand on her ass, he brings his other hand to her clit, delighted to discover just how aroused she was.
"Why, Miss Paulsen," he coos smugly, as he begins to rub the outside of her clit slowly, "here I was, concerned you wouldn't be ready for me when in reality, you're soaked,"
"Yes, professor," she breathes out shakily, unsure what else to say. There's no point denying that everything they'd done to this point had been exceptionally stimulating.
"Tell me," he continues airily, "did you boyfriend ever get you this wet?"
She refrains from responding when she feels two of his long and thick fingers slide into her slowly.
"N-no, professor," she responds, grinding on his intrusion in search of more friction. "I've never wanted to be fucked hard by anyone but you," she brazenly admits.
Jesus, he mutters to himself, as he uses his other hand to calm his erection down. This woman. He swears he's never been so aroused in his life.
"Seems like you're ready for your final evaluation then," is his last words as he pulls his fingers out.
"What is it?" Donna practically cries out at the loss of contact. He quickly rotates her to a different angle so that she's facing the dresser, and her ass is facing him.
Harvey's strong arms then pull her from her standing position into his lap into a perfect reverse cowgirl position, and she grinds on him out of instinct as her ass rubs against his cock. "I want to see if you're still able to walk out of my office when I'm done with you," he practically growls.
Without giving her time to respond, Harvey lifts up Donna's skirt, anchors his hands at her hips, and sinks into her in one rough thrust. He doesn't know if it's the position of their peaked arousal at the whole situation, but he swears she feels more perfect than usual when he slides in. Met with no resistance, he can't help but push himself deeper into her welcoming heat as they both groan at how phenomenal it feels.
When he buries himself to the hilt, she lets out an audible "Oh my god," as she grabs onto his hands for support.
He's immediately obsessed with the feeling, having her like this. "Shit, you're so tight, feels incredible," he whispers into her neck. He anchors her down on him to buy him time, knowing full well he could easily cum again if they move another inch.
"God, Professor, you feel so good," Donna practically wails, desperate to start moving. "I swear, no one fills me as perfectly as you do,"
"Fuck," he spits out, gripping her waist even harder. They need to get moving, because he really can't last much longer. "Look up," he orders.
Donna follows his instructions and snaps her eyes up, and has the wind knocked out of her when she realizes the cabinet door she forgot to close has a mirror, providing the perfect view of her and Harvey. He must have planned this, knowing he wanted to take her from behind, but still took the time to offer an alternative for her to see him with his glasses on. She looks at herself, seated mercifully on his lap, and then looks at him.
In that moment, she watches Harvey lift her up again to impale her with his cock, and the last realization she has as he starts to bounce her up and down on thick length is that the mirror is solely for her and not Harvey- he's far too fascinated watching her folds envelop his length as he clenches his jaw and plunges himself into her, over and over again.
She can't look away, mesmerized by just how fucking amazing they look with her firm breasts bouncing at the force of him and his muscular arms.
The glasses catch her eye again and she feels the start of an orgasm so strong, she's not sure she'd be able to handle it. While the intensity of the situation would usually terrify her, she isn't afraid of anything knowing Harvey was going to be there for whatever happened. Instead, she throws her head back against him for support, imagining that she really is a student with Harvey as her hot professor who was intent on fucking every coherent thought she had out of her mind.
They both relish in the sounds of their moans and whimpers until Harvey decides to up the ante.
"Put your hands in front of you on the desk," Harvey breaks her reverie. Without thinking, she does as she's told, leaning her top half on the desk to take some weight off of Harvey.
Harvey's hands move from her waist to her thighs, and she practically screams when he enters her again with their new position. From this angle, Harvey somehow manages to hit her clit perfectly with each stroke, and she's clenching her abdomen by reflex in an attempt to prolong the onslaught of pleasure.
Almost there, Harvey grits out to himself as he moans as Donna's warm heat tightening around him. He fucks into her harder then, delighted to hear her gasp at an even higher octave.
"It's a pity I have to pass you after this," he somehow manages to growl, on the brink of spiraling out of control. "Had I known how talented you were in other fields, I would've made you start coming in for extra credit earlier,"
His hand moves to smack her ass, and without breaking their momentum, he takes in the view. With her pale freckled back curved in a perfect arch leading up to her ass and her flaming red hair in contrast strewn across her back and her shoulders, he can't believe what a lucky son of a bitch he is.
"Make me feel good, Professor, please," Donna pants, needing release more than she needs air.
He grunts at her request, both of them fully aware what her rare incidences of begging do to him. "Shouldn't that be my request?"
Nonetheless, he acquiesces, bringing one sleeved arm to her front to tweak her nipple, and the other around the front of her waist to keep her steady.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Miss Paulsen," he tells her unashamedly. "So tight and wet...I'm sure as hell going to think about you long after you're gone... in fact, maybe I'll still fail you after this just for the sake of my own pleasure,"
She doesn't know what does it, just knows that in that moment, when she sees the monogrammed H.S. on his hand cupping her breast and hears his words, she's so overwhelmed at the concept of being his that she wants more than anything to see his face as he takes her over the edge.
"Wait- I- stop-Professor," she cries out.
Harvey only grunts, focused on not losing the moment.
"I want to come all over your desk," she tries again.
He swears for a second he almost blows his load right then and there. In any other instance, he's certain he would've, but his ass has been clenched so tightly for the last 20 minutes not trying to lose his shit that it's miraculously saved him one last time.
Without another word, Harvey pulls himself out of her, ignoring the jarring sensation, and immediately flips her over to sit on her desk with ease. Before she can register what's going on, he has her lain flat on his desk, pulled down to the edge so that her legs are wide open.
He towers over her, eyes devouring her easily, and he's so fucking hot when he looks at her like this. She feels his fingers swipe at her clit then, and it's all it takes before he pushes into her again for the final act.
With his hands placed at the top of her thighs again, Harvey thrusts slowly but roughly so that she feels every single inch of him sliding through her walls as she's shoved further up on his desk.
"Harvey- please-I'm so close-"
He smirks at her in his signature infuriating manner, and god, if the glasses don't want to make her want to fuck him all over again once this is done. "I don't believe I ever gave you permission to address me by my first name, Miss Paulsen," he teases, timing another thrust with her as he mentions her name. The sloppy sounds between them seem to get louder as she arches her back in response.
"It's Professor," he thrusts again, particularly hard this time-
"Specter," he enunciates with his hips.
It's too much for her to handle. Donna shatters then, screaming his name as if it were a cry for help. For a moment, she thinks she almost blacked out, and the only thing that keeps her conscious is the feeling of her whole body literally vibrating from her climax.
Anticipating that would be her breaking point, Harvey leans forward to press his chest onto hers and sucks at her neck fiercely as he draws out her orgasm, rutting into her a few more times with his hands at the dimples of her hips before he finally lets himself go as well and puts his full weight on her in exhaustion.
They stay there for a while, both sticky and sweaty. They kiss lazily, her legs now wrapped around his waist, basking in each other's presence. He isn't too keen on pulling out, knowing the mess it's going to make, and he also wants to treasure this as a milestone moment for them.
"So, schoolgirl fantasy huh?" He grins at her lecherously. "I hope I played my part okay,"
"I'm glad you didn't, because if any of my professors had been that hot, lord knows how I would've passed any class,"
"How's that a problem? You could've just done what you just did with me. No way would they have been able to resist you," he jokes.
"Nah, I think just the one Professor Specter is enough," she chuckles, hand moving to stroke his hair.
"I love you," he blurts out earnestly.
Because it's true- he does.
The fact she'd been so vulnerable with him, and still took the time to make sure it was enjoyable for him too. He thinks that it's the beauty of intimacy, and he sure as hell loves having that with her and will never want it with anyone else.
"Well that's inappropriate, Professor Specter," she giggles, and he laughs into her hair at her silliness. "Tell me I got an A and I'll be on my way,"
"Oh Miss Paulsen, you're easily top of the class," insinuating her position in his heart, "And I wouldn't worry about it ever changing."