He'd found a few of them taped around his desk; some others slipped under his office door, and at least one stuck to his car. Little, pink, paper hearts; each with their own cute message.
Some said things like 'I missed you' or 'be my valentine', others were best not left out for others to see, with blurbs like 'let me choke on it Mr. Hansen' and other very unprofessional messages to be just out in the open.
He held one little heart in the palm of his hand as it read 'may I see you after class?'
His fist closed around it until it was a crumpled little pink ball before sticking it into your open mouth along with his index and middle finger.
"Eat it, sweetheart." He growled out lowly, knowing full well that those pretty pink lips would close around your little love note and swallow. His two fingers slipped out against your bottom lip, dragging a little of your own spit with it. You shut your mouth as ordered and swallow your little love note.
Just as your sweet paper heart asked, he led you to his private office like he had many times before, and nearly slammed you over the desk the second the door was locked. He loved it when you'd whimper as he pressed the side of your face into the solid wood of his desk.
Now he had you on your back, skirt flipped over your belly, and god knows how many papers scattered around the floor.
You made sure to wear the skirt he liked. A short pink girly thing that caught his eye on day one. You weren't even paying attention during that class, practically teasing him each time you recrossed your legs. He couldn't stop himself when he had you stay after class for a scolding. When he got stern, you melted like mercury in his palm. As beautiful as a drip of glimmering doo, and just as poisonous.
He played right into your trap by the time his hand slipped up that skirt and weaved its way past your soft panties all the way to your sensitive bud and slick core.
Ever since then you'd come by his office when it got late, and pull him into some extracurricular activities. Yet, you remained a cheeky bitch leaving him naughty love notes for everyone to see. It's any question how you haven't gotten him fired yet. You got a spanking almost immediately, and you loved every second of it.
"You think you can just tack up these tacky hearts all over my desk like I'm your highschool crush!"
You shake your head, far too caught up in the stretch of him as he pushes into your core. Your body was used to him now, yet there was still some small resistance. It was like you tried to squeeze him internally as he pressed himself all the way to the base with a grunt.
He still had on those khaki pants that fit him too well and one of those awful polo shirts you always wanted to rip right off of him. The fabric of each tucked against your stomach and sensitive pink buds as he pushed your shirt and bra up and over your soft tits.
He leaned in, further overtop of you, wanting to push himself even deeper. His mustache tickled at your skin as his lips ghosted over your neck.
"You wanted to get yourself caught, didn't you?" His voice was a drop growl behind your ear.
The push and pull of his cock had you twisting around his shaft, and you could only moan into your hand once you brought it to your mouth. He had a knack for making you get loud whenever he pressed his cock hard against the back of your aching core.
But, he didn't like it when you tried to keep quiet. The other offices were long since empty, and he wanted to take full advantage of that by filling the space with your sweet weak voice.
His thick fingers curl around your wrist as he pulls your hand from your mouth.
"Answer me, I know you can. I haven't fucked your brains out just yet."
"NoOo!"
"No what, baby?"
"I don't..wanna get caught. I want you all to myself!" Your gritting your teeth and each word is a deep whine as he fucks them out of you.
"You don't want people to see you getting fucked by teacher?"
The thought of any of the other students catching sight of Professor Hansen tearing you apart was embarrassing, and yet somewhat exciting. The image of him just making a mess of you in front of everyone made your core twitch around him, and he felt it.
Hell, it nearly took his breath away.
"Ah, I love it when you tighten up for me. Fuck..your cunt is amazing."
His hips drag back and forth faster, letting him stir your already quacking walls. If you cum now you'll surely be scolded again, but you couldn't help it as you creamed all over the front of those damn khakis.
Your voice quaked, and if anyone else stayed behind, they were sure to hear you. Music to his ears.
"Did you cum already?" His breath was hitched, but his thrusts never relented.
"I can cum again..I can..I can do it." The hot spring was being wound all over again; he was sure to make it snap just as hard as before.
"You're such a needy little bitch aren't you?" He fucks harder on each syllable this time. Dragging out each thrust to make you squirm. You only whine in response. "I said…you're a needy bitch..aren't you?"
"Yes, I-I'm a needy little bi-bitch..I need it so bad Mr. Hansen, PLEASE."
He loved it when you begged like this. Something about watching your eyes roll back while the words get caught on your tongue. It made him want to make that little brain of yours melt between his fingers. But, for now he was the one melting within you.
Just as another shot of pleasure shot up your body, he spilled out into you with an audible grunt and a gruff "fuck!"
His thrusts spasmed and slowed until his breathing evened out and his body lay on top of yours. He got so cuddly afterward, it was almost like he became a different person as he kissed and nipped at your neck and chin. Searching out your pink lips as he slipped his over yours and parted them with the tip of his tongue. The kiss was quick and ended with a light pop.
"You're still on the pill, right?" His stern but breathy voice cut through the sweet afterglow.
"Yes sir." You said, a light smirk pulling at your lips.
"Good girl" and a smile pulled up on his face as well, putting that stache at an angle.
"Very, good girl" this time he said to himself as he pulled his cock away and saw the mix of slick and cum along the shaft.