DESPERATE PLEA

ETHAN'S POV

I should’ve looked away.

I should’ve closed the door and walked away.

But I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted to the spot, my breath trapped in my chest. The soft creak of the wooden table, the rhythmic thud of bodies colliding, the low, guttural growl that escaped Professor Kai’s lips— as he thrust hard in the man's butt hole, it all carved itself into my mind, raw and unrelenting.

I was glued on the spot, I felt my chest tightened.

I was pained.

I was jealous.

Since the first day Professor Kai came to the school I had fallen for him, I had wanted to have him for myself, and now I'm seeing him with someone else.

That's not me!

My heart hammered in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of what I was witnessing. His shirt clung to his broad shoulders, reveling his hard toned skin. The man beneath him moaned, a sound that sent a jolt of jealousy coursing through me.

It wasn’t fair.

That should be me.

I sniffed silently as the tears battled to fall off my eyes, but that was a one big mistake, he heard my sniffs, and he alerted him.

Professor Kai’s eyes flicked up and locked onto mine through the crack in the door. His expression shifted—shock,

Confusion?

And something else I couldn’t quite name.

I stumbled backward, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. The papers in my hands scattering across the floor in a chaotic flutter. Panic surged through me as I turned and bolted down the hallway, desperate to put as much distance between us as possible.

But even as I ran, one thought kept echoing in my mind: He saw me.

I ran as my legs could carry me, back to my class, I got in immediately, then buried my head into the desk, and let the tears float easily. For the first time in my left I felt ....

Broken,

Used— Even when I know I was never used.

Betrayed....Even when I knew I wasn't betrayed at all.

It all felt like a dream, a goddarn dream, I would love to wake up from, I wasn't prepared for this at all.

By the time I reached my classroom, my breath was coming in ragged gasps. I slammed the door shut behind me and collapsed into my seat, burying my face in my arms on the desk.

The tears came then, hot and uncontrollable, staining my sleeves as they fell. My chest ached, an emptiness that felt like it would never be filled.

I shouldn’t feel this way. I told myself. I wasn’t betrayed. He doesn’t owe me anything. But the words did nothing to dull the pain. It felt like a knife twisting in my gut, sharp and unrelenting.

Tap!

A soft tap on my shoulder sent a jolt through me, and I slowly lifted my head.

Jordan, our class president, stood there, his brow furrowed with concern. He seems to notice I was crying and threw the question at me.

“Ethan, are you alright?” he asked, his voice quiet but laced with worry.

I glared at him, my emotions bubbling to the surface. “Is that why you tapped me?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.

I noticed he wasn't pleased with my reply at all, but I don't care one bit , I just wanted to be alone.

Jordan recoiled slightly, his expression hardening. “Professor Kai said you should come to his office. Now.”

My heart skipped a beat.

My ears lit up, the name sending a shiver down my spine.

Professor Kai wants to see me?

My stomach churned with a mix of fear and something else—hope?

Anticipation?

I didn’t know.

“Did he say…?” I started to ask, but Jordan was already walking away, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts. Guess I already pissed him off.

The walk to Professor Kai’s office seems faster than expected, My legs trembled with every step, my palms slick with sweat as I stood in front the wooden door.

I took a one big step, that was when I noticed the papers scattered on the floor, I didn't waste more time before I bent down to pick them all, my heart racing with possible questions.

My heart thudded so loudly I was sure he could hear it from inside.

I hesitated, staring at the heavy wooden door. My hand shook as I raised it to knock, the sound sharp and hollow against the silence. Almost immediately, the door swung open, and there he was.

Professor Kai stood before me, tall and imposing, his presence filling the doorway. His dark eyes bore into mine, their intensity making my breath catch in my throat. His shirt was slightly rumpled now, the top button undone, revealing a hint of his collarbone.

Stop looking.

I forced my gaze downward, focusing on his polished shoes instead.

My hands clutched my backpack tight, as I held the papers tightly.

“Come in, Ethan,” he said, his voice low and calm, yet laced with an undercurrent of something I couldn’t place.

I stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of his cologne—warm and woody. My fingers tightened around the papers in my hands as I kept my head down, too afraid to meet his gaze.

“You’re Ethan, right?” he asked, his voice soft but probing.

I nodded silently, my throat too tight to form words. My mind raced with a thousand questions. Why did he call me here?

Is he angry?

Does he know what I saw?

“You came to drop off these papers earlier,” he continued, gesturing to the crumpled sheets in my hands.

I nodded again, my fingers trembling as they clutched the edges of the papers.

“But you.... dropped them outside and left,” he added, his tone curious rather than accusatory.

Because you were busy with someone else!

I wanted to scream. But I stayed silent, my cheeks burning with shame.

“You saw what happened here earlier, right?” His voice dropped lower, the words heavy with meaning.

My breath hitched, and I froze.

Yes, I saw everything.

Yes I saw them, and since then I haven't being myself again!

I'm pained.

Wounded,

I want to hug him, tell him what I actually feel about him, tell him I haven't being myself ever since he stepped his foot into this college, I moved my eyes to his pant, it was huge, his cock was so much visible and it only made me drip, I just wanted to knee before him and take his cock in my mouth, and have a taste of him.

The memory flashed in my mind—the way his body moved, the sounds he made, the way he looked at the other man. The ache in my chest deepened, a wound that refused to heal.

“You’re not saying anything, Ethan?” he pressed gently.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. My thoughts were a jumble of desire and pain, laced with a longing so intense it terrified me.

His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against my chin as he tilted my face up to meet his gaze. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes searched mine, dark and unreadable, as he leaned in closer.

“Ethan…” he began, his voice a low murmur that made my knees weak. “Are you okay?”

He called my name with so much perfection.

The sound of my name on his lips broke something inside me. Tears welled up again, spilling over as I choked back a sob. He touched me—really touched me—and it felt like both a lifeline and a trap.

And those words slipped out, easily than I expected.

“Can you have sex with me please?”