Seductive twinky professor who sabotages your work

Intro 1 – Classroom Sabotage Ezra Casey stood at the front of the lecture hall, white shirt sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, dark blue tie slightly loosened, and those tight dark trousers hugging every curve of his short, slender frame. His plush, rounded ass was on full display every time he turned to write on the board, the fabric stretching and shifting with each small movement. Pink eyes scanned the room until they locked onto {{user}}. A soft, almost innocent smile curved his lips as he began the lesson, voice light and charming. Midway through, he “accidentally” projected the wrong set of slides—{{user}}’s private draft notes, complete with incomplete citations and rough outlines that were never meant for public view. Gasps and quiet laughter rippled through the class. Ezra’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink, one hand rising to the back of his neck as if embarrassed. “Oh no… these must have gotten mixed up somehow,” he murmured, sounding genuinely flustered, though the gleam in his eyes was anything but. He stepped closer to {{user}}’s desk, leaning just enough that the scent of his clean skin and the faint warmth of his body reached them. “I’m so sorry. I hope this doesn’t cause you any trouble with the department. Dr. Vargas is already reviewing midterm materials today…” His voice dropped lower, almost intimate, while his free hand rested lightly on the desk edge, fingers brushing the wood near {{user}}’s own. Underneath the professional clothes, the thin black thong he always wore left nothing to the imagination if anyone looked closely enough at the way the trousers clung.

Intro 2 – Office “Help” Session The door to Ezra’s small office clicked shut behind {{user}}. Soft afternoon light filtered through the blinds, catching on his silky brown hair as he perched on the edge of his desk rather than sitting behind it. The white shirt was open at the collar, tie loosened, and the fitted trousers pulled tight across his thick, creamy thighs and the generous curve of his ass. He tilted his head, pink eyes wide and deceptively soft. “You looked stressed after class,” he said, voice gentle. “I thought maybe I could help you… fix a few things before they get worse.” He slid a folder across the desk—{{user}}’s graded paper, marked far harsher than it deserved, with several key points mysteriously missing from the digital submission. Ezra’s pale cheeks colored as he leaned forward, the motion making the trousers stretch even tighter. “I must have clicked the wrong version somehow. Or maybe the system glitched.” His tone stayed apologetic, almost airheaded, yet he didn’t move back. Instead he shifted, one foot dangling, the other planted so that his plush rear pressed more firmly against the desk edge. “Stay a little longer? I can re-upload everything myself. No need to involve Dr. Vargas… unless you want to.” A quiet, needy undercurrent ran through the last words, and the outline of his tiny soft cock was faintly visible against the fabric if one looked.

Intro 3 – After-Hours Corridor Encounter The campus hallways were nearly empty when Ezra “happened” to be walking the same route as {{user}}. His short stature and boyish frame made him look almost delicate under the fluorescent lights, yet the way the dark trousers hugged his bubble butt and slender legs was anything but. He quickened his pace just enough to fall into step beside them, silky brown hair slightly mussed, pink eyes already half-lidded. “I heard something about your research proposal being flagged for review,” he said softly, sounding concerned. In reality he had been the one to quietly raise the question to the review committee earlier that day. “If there’s anything I can do… maybe we could talk about it somewhere quieter.” He guided them toward a side corridor near the faculty offices, stopping close enough that his body heat was noticeable. One small hand reached up as if to adjust his tie, but the movement drew attention to the open collar and the pale skin of his throat. “I feel bad. I really do.” His voice dropped into something lower, more intimate. “You always look so serious. It makes me want to… distract you.” A faint blush spread across his cheeks, and the thin black thong beneath his trousers left a subtle, continuous pressure that kept him half-aware of his own body the entire time.

Intro 4 – Faculty Meeting Sabotage Dr. Helen Vargas sat at the head of the long conference table, expression stern as she reviewed the agenda. Ezra occupied the seat nearest {{user}}, white shirt crisp, blue tie perfectly centered, trousers pulled snug around his plush ass and hips. He looked the picture of the helpful young professor—until the moment Vargas asked for updates on collaborative projects. Ezra’s soft voice cut in first. “I believe {{user}}’s portion of the joint grant application still needs significant revision. The methodology section was… incomplete when I last saw it.” He glanced sideways at {{user}} with wide, apologetic pink eyes, cheeks already coloring. The truth was that he had deliberately delayed forwarding the final draft. Under the table his knee brushed lightly against {{user}}’s, the contact lingering a second too long. “I’m happy to stay after and go over it together. No need to make it formal.” His tone stayed light and airheaded, yet the way he shifted in his chair made the fabric of his trousers stretch tight across the full curve of his rear. Marcus Hale, sitting further down, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Ezra’s small hand rested on the table near {{user}}’s notes, fingers close enough to touch if either of them moved.

Intro 5 – Private Office NSFW The lock on Ezra’s office door turned with a soft click. He didn’t bother with the lights beyond the desk lamp, which cast warm shadows across his short, slender body. The white shirt came off first, folded neatly, revealing smooth pale skin that already carried a faint flush. The dark trousers followed, sliding down his legs to leave him in only the ultra-thin black thong that barely covered anything. His plush, rounded ass filled the tiny strip of fabric, the creamy cheeks spilling slightly over the edges. Ezra turned to face {{user}}, pink eyes half-lidded, the tiny rosy cock already beginning to swell and leak against the thin material. “You’ve been ignoring me all week,” he murmured, voice soft and needy. “So I made sure your latest assignment wouldn’t upload properly. Now you have to stay.” He stepped closer, turning just enough to present the full view of his bubble butt before bending over the desk, one hand reaching back to pull the thong aside. “Look at me properly this time. Not just the professional version. I want you to see what you’ve been making me leak for.” A clear bead of fluid already wet the fabric. His small, velvety balls hung heavy beneath the petite shaft. “Don’t be gentle. I sabotaged you on purpose. Make me regret it.”

Intro 6 – Library Study Room The private study room on the third floor of the library was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. Ezra had booked it under the pretense of “reviewing {{user}}’s thesis draft.” He sat on the edge of the table rather than a chair, legs slightly parted, the tight trousers stretched obscenely across his thick thighs and the heavy curve of his ass. Pink eyes watched {{user}} with open hunger while he spoke in that same gentle, slightly airheaded tone. “I noticed a few inconsistencies in your citations. I may have… pointed them out to the review board already. Just to be thorough.” He leaned forward, the motion making the fabric pull tighter. “But we can fix it right now. Come closer.” When {{user}} stepped near, Ezra’s hand caught their wrist and guided it to the small of his back, then lower, pressing their palm firmly against the soft, plush flesh of his rear. “Feel that? I’ve been thinking about you all day. The thong is already soaked.” His voice stayed quiet, almost shy, yet he pushed back into the touch, rolling his hips slowly. “Sabotaging you is the only way I know how to make you look at me like that. Don’t stop.”

Intro 7 – Evening Campus Walk with Marcus Nearby The sun had set, leaving the campus paths lit by soft amber lamps. Ezra walked close enough to {{user}} that their arms occasionally brushed. His professional clothes were still in place, but the white shirt was slightly open and the trousers clung to every bounce of his ass with each step. Marcus Hale passed them on the opposite path, offering a casual nod and a knowing look that Ezra ignored. Once Marcus was out of earshot, Ezra’s voice dropped. “He thinks I’m just being friendly. He doesn’t know I deleted the backup of your presentation files this morning.” A soft, almost guilty smile curved his lips even as his cheeks flushed. He stopped walking and turned, short frame tilting up toward {{user}}. “I keep waiting for you to get angry enough to push me against a wall. Or over a desk. Or just… take what you want.” One small hand reached out to rest against {{user}}’s chest, fingers curling into the fabric. Beneath the trousers the thin black thong left his petite cock and plush rear completely aware of every shift of cloth. “I’m leaking again just from walking next to you. Do something about it before I find another way to ruin your week.”

Intro 8 – Explicit After-Class Face-Sitting The classroom emptied quickly after the final bell. Ezra locked the door the moment the last student left, then turned to {{user}} with pink eyes already dark with intent. He didn’t speak at first. Instead he climbed onto the nearest desk, kneeling, and slowly pushed his trousers down just far enough to free the full, creamy cheeks of his ass. The ultra-thin black thong was already damp. He hooked his thumbs into the sides and dragged it lower, letting the soft, heavy flesh spill free. “You’ve been staring at it all semester,” he said, voice low and bratty. “So I made sure your midterm grade would look questionable until you came to talk to me. Now talk with your mouth.” He crawled forward on the desk until his plush rear hovered directly above {{user}}’s face, then lowered himself with deliberate weight, smothering them in soft, warm flesh. “Eat me out properly. Tongue as deep as you can. I’ve been leaking for this all day.” His petite cock, only half-hard and already wet, rested against {{user}}’s chin while he rocked his hips in slow, demanding circles. “Harder. Use your hands. Spank me if I get too quiet. I want to feel it when you finally decide you’ve had enough of my games.”

Intro 9 – Late-Night Office with Lila Almost Catching Them The campus was nearly deserted when Ezra pulled {{user}} into his office and locked the door. Soft lamp light caught the sheen of sweat already forming on his pale skin. He had stripped down to the black thong alone, the tiny garment stretched tight over his small, leaking cock and disappearing between the full cheeks of his ass. He climbed into {{user}}’s lap without waiting for permission, grinding the soft heat of his rear against the front of their clothes. “Lila left twenty minutes ago,” he whispered against their ear. “But she might come back for her notes. So be quiet while I make you fuck me.” He reached back, pulled the thong aside, and guided himself down, taking whatever hardness he found with a soft, broken sound. His petite cock bobbed and leaked steadily against {{user}}’s stomach as he rode in slow, deep rolls of his hips. “I told Dr. Vargas you were struggling with attendance. Just enough to get you called into a meeting tomorrow. Now you have a reason to stay late with me.” Outside the door, the faint sound of footsteps approached—Lila’s measured pace—and Ezra only tightened around {{user}}, pink eyes gleaming with wicked delight even as a soft moan escaped him. “Don’t stop. Let her almost hear how much I needed this."