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#professor!tom holland angst
multifariousqueer · 2 years
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I’ll do anything, Professor
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a/n: Hiiiii! I’ve been meaning to post and make this for a while now so here it is! This is possibly my filthiest work lol. I hope you enjoy! <3
warnings: SMUTTTT, age gap (19 and 24), teacher!Peter x student!reader, oral(f and m receiving), yandere behavior(both parties), spanking, no protection(wrap it before you tap it), Dom!Peter x Sub!Reader, angst, toxic relationships, cursing, daddy kink, overstimulation
summary: You’re failing physics and your professor doesn’t want that to happen ;)
No matter how hard you tried, you just didn’t get it. It didn’t matter who explained it, you just couldn’t grasp physics. It was hard for no reason and completely pointless for what you wanted to become in life. All you wanted was to be a computer scientist and you couldn’t fathom how Physics fit into that. But if you wanted your degree, you had to do the class. Luckily for you and every girl and some guys, the professor was hot. He also explained everything in super great detail. You had had a crush on him since the beginning of the year and every now and again, you caught him staring at you. You always wore tight and revealing clothes the days you had physics and it never payed off(or so you thought).
It was like clockwork. You woke up at 9:00am, got a shower, put on a short skirt that was a bit short for comfort, and a crop top that accentuated your tits. You said bye to your roommate and headed out to Dunkin before heading to class. You always made sure to get there early so you can talk with Professor Parker. He enjoyed your little discussions about your other classes, the little bit you did understand about physics and your collective love for the Star Wars franchise. You started watching it for him but it quickly became your favorite series. He enjoyed talking to you and hearing what you had to say about some of the most basic stuff. 
You walked in and struck up a conversation with the man:
“Hiiii Mr Parker.” you said, a bit flirtier than you'll admit.
“Hi Ms. L/n.” Peter said plainly.
You struck up a conversation over the new baristas at Dunkin messing up your refresher and before you knew it, it was 10:15am and class was about to start. You happily took your seat but not before Peter caught a glimpse of your outfit and your panties underneath. He felt himself grow hard but he ignored it. 
Class had begun and you were still confused. You had managed to grip the key concepts but everything else was going over your head. You just sat and stared at your professor until you heard him call your name:
“Ms. L/n, do you know one of the four fundamental forces?”
“Uhmm, gravity?” you replied.
“Correct. The gravitational force is the fourth and final fundamental force. Good Job, Ms. L/n.” He said. If you weren’t mistaken, you heard a hint of pride in his voice.
You had smiled and went back to looking at your laptop with your notes on it. 
Before long, class was almost over and Mr. Parker was giving his closing statements:
“Okay class don't forget your homework on Newton’s first law and please do your project, it’s due at 11:59 at night. And as always-” He started
“Stay Curious.” The class and you finished.
He smiled and said:
“Very good.”
Everyone got up to leave before he went up to you and asked to speak with you. You happily obliged and he showed you your grades.
“Ms. L/n, you’ve barely gotten above a C. Is everything alright?” He asked, voice dripping with concern. He pulled up a chair and you sat in it with your legs crossed.
“Yeah it’s just I’m having a hard time understanding and focusing.” You said shamefully.
“What’s drawing away your focus? And what do you need help understanding?” He asked.
“Just some stuff happening at home. I’ll find a tutor don't worry.” You said
“I don’t mean to pry but if you need to talk I’m here and I’m also a part time tutor.” He said.
“Since when?” You asked in a flirtatious way. You had never heard him talk about tutoring anybody before.
“Since my favorite student told me she needs help.” He replied. You felt both honored and a bit turned on at his response.
You chuckled but before you could say anything he said: “Meet me here at 10:30 tomorrow.” You knew he only had classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays so it would just be you two.
“Yes, sir.” You said with a smirk. 
Peter felt his pants tighten a bit and his cheeks heat up. He felt guilty because he wanted to help you but at the same time, he wanted to fuck the shit out of you. The age gap felt weird to him but lets face it, his best friend is dating a 18 year old so it is what it is. He knew he couldn’t take much more of your teasing so he hatched a plan.
The next day
The day started as any other did except, you were ecstatic to be alone with your favorite teacher-turned-tutor. You put on perfume, curled your hair and even put on a bit of makeup. Your outfit was the perfect mix of slutty yet subtle. Your skirt was short and your top showed so much of your cleavage it was basically a bra. You sported knee high socks with forces to match. You grabbed your stuff and headed to his class.
The second you got there his eyes traveled to your face then your tits. He felt his dick grow harder and harder with each step you took. You smiled and said:
“Ready to learn professor.” 
“Sit” He smirked.
Things were going well until he put his hand on your thigh. You smiled knowing that your outfit was working. You would be in his bed in no time. You exposed your neck by flipping your hair and sending the subtle scent of your perfume his way. It was driving him crazy. You felt your arousal grow in your panties and your nipples grow hard. He could smell your pheromones and he could only imagine how good you would feel around him. 
It was a game of truce. He would raise his hand higher as you would tease him. You knew you two wouldn’t last long so while he was talking you decided to be bold.
You were giving your two cents and leaning closer and closer to him. He was leaning as you were leaning; his brain going berserk over you sharing the same desires as him and before you knew it, your lips had met. He grabbed your chin and migrated to grabbing your jaw in his hand. Your delicate hands holding his face. He pulled you up with him and placed you on his desk.
“Are you sure about this Professor?” you breathed
“Yes. Are you?” he breathed
“Yea.” you moaned
The conversation was quick. He began rubbing your clothed cunt while simultaneously, grabbing your tits and kissing you. You let out a whimper which prompted him to kiss down your body and pull down your panties. You gripped the table for dear life as he began to lick a stripe up your cunt. You let out a moan and gripped his hair. He slid a finger into your dripping wet hole and said:
“I’ve been dreaming of this pussy for months.” Before kissing and sucking your clit.
“I’ve been dreaming of you daddy. Fucking me so good and cumming in me.” You moaned.
“mmmmm so kinky.” he smirked before slipping a second finger into you. 
You felt close to your edge. The pleasure causing your cunt to tighten around him:
“Don’t cum yet princess.” He said
“Please sir! I’ll do anything to cum.” you said desperately,
That the straw that broke the camel’s back. He knew he had you wrapped around his not-so-little finger then. He had you exactly where he wanted you.
“Anything?” He asked with a twisted smirk on his face.
“Anything.” you whined.
“Get on your knees.” He instructed.
You did as you were told and watched as he pulled down his pants and revealed his cock:
“Mmmmm you're so fucking big.” you said dreamily.
“Watch your mouth princess.” He said in a dangerous tone.
“Yes sir.” You said.
You flicked your tongue over the tip of his cock and ran a finger up his length. He let out the hottest whimper you had ever heard. You took what you could fit in your mouth and throat, and wrapped your hand around the rest. Your mouth and hand both bobbed up and down taking him as far as you could go. He moaned and pushed your head down as you bobbed. You felt the precum leak out of his tip and removed your hand to take more in. His balls hit your face as he slammed himself in and out of your mouth. To him, you looked absolutely gorgeous taking him like that. Your mouth covered in spit and precum as he thrusted into your face. Pretty soon his movement stilled and he gripped your head at his base; letting you know he came. He removed himself from your throat to reveal your tongue smothered in him. You gave him doe eyes before swallowing his cum. He smiled at you and said:
“Good girl. you earned your reward.”
You had assumed your rewarded would be an A or B on your next test but it was something even better.
He pulled you up and turned you around. He bent you over like you were nothing and smacked your ass. 
“I should've fucked you a long time ago if I knew you’d be so good.” he said.
You moaned at the stinging sensation as he did it again. He kissed where he had marked you and inserted himself inside of you. You moaned at the wonderful new sensation and at how amazing he felt inside of you. He was right: you two should've fucked a long time ago. 
He began slow at first, bending over with you to kiss your shoulder blade and thrusting into you while snaking a hand around to your clit,.
“You're such a good girl for daddy, princess.” he said deeply
“Thank you sir.” you replied
He stood up straight and began to fuck you. His dick felt so amazing and his hand felt just as good. Your eyes rilled back in your head as he pounded into you. The sound of your collective moans and skin slapping together filled the auditorium sized room. You felt his other hand grab your wrists and hold them together as his pace increased. Your moans and whimpered were getting louder as your wave of pleasure came crashing in like a tide. You felt yourself tighten around him which caused his pace to become sloppier and sloppier. You convulsed at the stimulation and came around him. It didn’t take long for him to finish in you as well. Your collective moans slowed as you came down. He pulled you around to him and kissed you sloppily:
“Let’s do this again, yea?” He breathed.
“Of course.” You winked.
You limped out of the room with your stuff in shaking arms. Making sure to sway your ass just a bit. 
When you got back to your dorm, you went to change when you realized your panties were gone. 
When Peter saw you had left your panties, he debated trying to find you and give them back but he decided to leave them in his desk drawer and give them a sniff whenever he missed you.
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sluttywonwoo · 5 months
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instead of you [part thirty-two] || l.mh
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)
word count: 2.2k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi
The first time you met Jisung was at a party on campus. It was a month into your first semester of college and one of the frats had passed out fliers in the residence halls in the hopes of getting lots of the freshman girls to attend. 
You had dragged your roommate with you, insisting that you needed to get out there and start meeting people since you were each other’s only friends thus far. 
But the joke was on you because she ditched you not even five minutes after arriving, having recognized an ex-boyfriend from her hometown. You didn’t hold it against her, you had been the one to convince her to come in the first place and you understood the whole ex thing. 
But you were a lot shyer back then, less confident. So you stumbled your way through the house until you reached the kitchen. No one had offered to make you a drink yet so you figured you might as well make one yourself. You’d need a little liquid courage if you were going to get the balls to talk to any of these people anyway. 
That’s where you ran into Jisung. He was bent over the stove cooking what looked to be a grilled cheese sandwich. He turned his head when he heard you come in and nodded at you in acknowledgement.
“Want one?” he asked.
“What is it?”
“Grilled ham and cheese.”
You nodded. “Hit me.” 
He finished simmering the one in the pan and slid it onto a paper plate before grabbing the ingredients for yours. 
“How long have you lived here?” you asked conversationally. 
“Oh, I don’t live here.”
“Are you a pledge then?”
“No.”
“You’re not… affiliated with this frat?”
“Nope.”
“Are your friends?”
“Nah.”
“So you’re just…”
“Stealing their food? Kind of.”
You shrugged. “I won’t tell.”
He cracked a smile. “Good, because I’d really regret making you a sandwich if you did.” 
You hadn’t noticed until that point but he had an accent. 
“English?” you asked.
“Yes, that’s what we’re speaking. Why, do you know another language?”
You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”
“No, I’m from Korea, actually,” he explained after chuckling. “But my English tutor was British so I picked up a little bit of an accent.”
“What made you decide to come all the way over here?”
“A mix of things, really,” he sighed.
“You’re probably tired of that question, I’m sorry.” 
“No, it’s okay. I just don’t have an interesting answer or anything so conversations usually fizzle out after that.”
“I get it. It’s like when everyone in your hometown asks you what you’re going to study and what job you’re getting your degree for.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Your grilled cheese is ready.”
He plated the sandwich and handed it to you, turning the stove off and depositing the pan and spatula in the sink. 
“Thank you!”
“You might want to let it cool down a bit, though.” 
“Yes, chef.” 
He gave you a look, making you freeze in place. 
“What? Should I not call you that?”
“No, it’s just- I’m a culinary major. I’m always saying that to my professors but no one’s ever said that to me before. I know you didn’t mean it mean it but it sounded weird.” 
“I was just referencing Hell’s Kitchen,” you admitted. 
“Just so you know, not all chefs are like Gordon Ramsay.” 
“Only the majority?” 
He winked at you. “Bingo.”
“So if you don’t want me to call you ‘chef’, what should I call you?” 
“I never said I didn’t want you to call me that,” he clarified. “But you can call me Jisung.”
“Jisung. Nice name.”
“Thanks. Do you have one?”
You grinned. “I do.”
He gave an exasperated little sigh. “And what is it?”
You told him, leaning forward and whispering it like it was a secret. 
“You have a nice name too.”
“Thank you.”
“By the way, your sandwich should be cool enough to eat by now.”
You leaned back against the island and took a bite of your grilled cheese. Jisung gauged your reaction, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
“Good?”
“Great. Best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he warned. 
“I’m not! Listen, I can’t cook for shit so I’m very easy to impress.” 
“I’ll take your word for it. It’s better for my ego if I ignore the last part.” 
“I can make a mean Moscow Mule, though. My talents lie in mixology, not gastronomy.”
“Make me a drink, then?” he asked. 
“Gladly.” 
You set your paper plate on the counter and made your way over to the fridge. 
“Let’s see what they have in here.”
“Oh, now you’re the one stealing food?” 
“Guess that makes us partners in crime.” 
You fell silent as you looked over the contents of the refrigerator, gathering a bottle of orange juice and half-empty jar of raspberry jam. You checked the expiration dates before continuing because you didn’t trust frat guys and then set them on the island with a handle of tequila that had been left out. 
Jisung watched as you spooned the jam into an empty solo cup, visibly skeptical. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you, you had just met him, after all. You poured the orange juice in next and mixed the two together, finally adding a shot and a half of tequila. 
“Don’t want to get you too drunk,” you explained. 
He scoffed. “You think that’ll do me in? I’m Korean, remember?”
“Fine, suit yourself.” 
You poured what you approximated to be another shot of tequila into the cup. You filled another cup with ice from a nearby cooler and poured the contents of the first cup into it. Instead of shaking them and risking making a huge mess, you rolled them between the cups until you were satisfied that everything was properly mixed. 
You presented Jisung with your creation, eyes shining. “Here you go! It’s a makeshift tequila sunrise.”
Jisung reached for it but you stopped him abruptly. “Wait! Hold on.”
You took a sip of the drink yourself, just to make sure it was actually palatable, before passing it off to him. 
“Sorry, wanted to check.”
“Not confident in your abilities all of the sudden?“ he mused. 
“I’m trying something new,” you grumbled defensively, “artists make mistakes. I’m not above admitting that and therefore want to quality check my products to make sure it’s good enough for my consumers.”
“Didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously.”
“I take everything seriously.” 
He eyed you suspiciously. “Something tells me that’s not true.” 
-
That night, and all the others you spent with Jisung flashed before your eyes like some sort of sick slideshow as you stood there with him in the hallway. The fractures in the glass were beyond repair now, spindling inward threatening to shatter.
You supposed it was what you deserved, watching your relationship with your best friend crumble right in front of you. 
“Why do you ask?” you said quietly, still testing the waters.
“You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking off every night?” Jisung demanded.
“Uh-”
“At first, I thought you just needed some space. And I understood because you’ve been stuck with us for over a month now, but then it happened every night and you’d be gone for so long,” he sighed. “So finally, I followed you-”
“You what?”
“I know, I’m such a bad friend for invading your privacy.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you could already feel the tears welling up. 
You tried to hold them back because you didn’t deserve to cry. You’d put yourself in this situation, and you knew it was wrong, but you still did it anyway. You clutched your towel closer to your body, trying to shrink into yourself. 
“I heard what I needed to,” he continued. “So how long have you been fucking my brother?”
“Jisung, I-”
“I asked you a question.”
“Long enough,” you muttered. “He found out we weren’t actually dating. I didn’t tell him-”
“That makes it better?” 
“No, I just thought you should know.”
“What does it matter anyway,” he spat. “We had an agreement. You had one task and you couldn’t even do it. I should have never invited you on this goddamn trip.”
You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m sorry.” 
Jisung laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I don’t believe you. If you actually felt any guilt over this you never would have done it. Or you would’ve at least stopped before it got to this point.”
“No, I am sorry,” you tried. “It’s just…”
“Just what?” he asked, eyes widening suddenly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” 
For a fraction of a second, you were thrown back in time. The best friend that didn’t hate you was suddenly standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. It passed just as quickly as it had come when you denied it. 
“No, it’s just… I f- I’m in love with him.” You couldn’t even look Jisung in the eye when you said it, too afraid of his reaction. 
It was dead silent all throughout the house after your confession. You stared at the floor where a puddle had appeared at your feet from your dripping hair. 
He chuckled again in disbelief, breaking the silence. 
“You’re not in love with him,” he said matter-of-factly. “You don’t even know what love feels like. You’ve only known him for a fucking month, how could you possibly love him?” You were crying now, furiously wiping away the tears that fell onto your cheeks. “You’re just lonely, y/n, and desperate, and grasping at straws for anything that feels like ‘love’.”
“That’s not true,” you insisted. You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend yourself. He was probably right. 
“It is true! I’ve known you for how many years now? You’ve never had a real relationship with anybody. How could you possibly know what love feels like?”
You shook your head adamantly, convincing yourself he didn’t mean what he was saying. “You’re lashing out.” 
“Is it lashing out if it’s true?” he quipped. 
You swallowed hard, choking a bit. 
“I can’t fucking believe this. My best friend and my brother. I went away to school to be on my own and have my own life, and somehow Minho manages to take that too.” He was mostly talking to himself now. “What if someone else had caught you two? How fucked up would that have looked? I put no flirting with my brothers on the list of rules for a reason, obviously. Although I guess it didn’t matter in the end anyway, did it? You didn’t take them or this seriously.”
“Ji, that’s not true and you know that. I’m the one who wrote out those flashcards. I memorized all that stuff about your family. I flew halfway around the world for you— I did take it seriously.”
“Until Minho offered his dick to you on a silver platter?”
“Oh my god!”
“Am I wrong?” 
You sighed. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“Explain it to me then. When did this all start anyway?”
“Minho kissed me for the first time in, um, Italy.” 
“Oh my god, I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” he groaned. 
“But it wasn’t like that then… he still thought we were together then.” 
Jisung threw his hands up. “That makes it worse!”
“I know but he was drunk.”
“That’s not an excuse. You of all people should know that.” 
You let the dig slide since he was in an emotional state and you were in no position to argue anyway. 
“I know.”
“So you guys have been sneaking around behind my back for like a fucking month now?” 
“We didn’t sleep together until Shanghai, when he found out we weren’t together. But I feel like I should tell you I kissed him in Japan. Just so that you know everything.”
“Oh, thank you so much,” Jisung deadpanned. “Thank you for being so honest.” He spat the last word at you, which again, was deserved, but hurt nonetheless. You sniffled. “I can’t believe you’re the one crying right now.” 
You couldn’t believe that Jisung wasn’t crying but then again he wasn’t the type to cry when he was angry. He only cried when he was sad, and that probably hadn’t hit him yet. 
You were starting to get cold wearing nothing but a towel but tried not to let it show. Of course, Jisung noticed instantly. He sighed as you shivered and pursed his lips. Even when he was furious with you, even when your relationship was irreparably damaged, he cared about you. It wasn’t something he could just turn off, though maybe with time, he’d learn to. 
“Anyway, go to bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”
“O-okay,” you mumbled. 
Jisung brushed past you abruptly, muttering to himself loud enough for you to hear.
“God, I wish I’d never fucking met you that night.” 
You bit down on your lip as hard as possible to choke down a sob. All you could do was stand there motionlessly and stare at the floor. You waited for him to walk away into the living room but the footsteps stopped suddenly. 
“Oh, and a word of advice-”
“Hm?” You turned around to face him, trying your best to pull yourself together. 
“You should try getting over your feelings for Minho as fast as possible. He doesn’t love you back. He’s just using you, babe. I know he’s pretty smooth but that’s why he’s so good at his job. Easier said than done, I know, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”
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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years
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CROSS THE LINE.
summary: you turn up late to class one day, and your professor takes notice and as a friendship starts to form. what happens when you're both willing to cross a line?
pairing: professor!tom holland x student!fem!reader
warnings: SMUT!! (extended warnings under the cut), fluff!! some angst??? (if you squint tbh)
word count: 10.3k (3.1k is smut <3)
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extended smut warnings: p in v (unprotected, pls use protection!), fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise kink, slightly rough, back scratching, somnophilia (minor, not really). i think that's it, i could've missed something tho.
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You tumbled into your first class with him. God, it was so embarrassing. The way you were late, half-asleep, and your hair all messy. Your clothes were dishevelled and creased. Sure, half of your outfit was your pyjamas, and it was the bottom half. Pyjama pants with flowers on them and a tank top that was a little too loose… and of course, you forgot to wear a bra! This day couldn’t get any worse for you – and it was just the beginning.
The look on your professor’s face was one you didn’t desire to see again. It was a mix of confusion and surprise. Eyebrows furrowed yet eyes wide when you stumble into the room through the large doors of the lecture hall. All your peers eyes were on you, and you were too embarrassed to meet anyone’s eyes when you make your way to a seat at the front of the room.
You also noticed that this was the new professor your last professor had told your class about… so, way to make a first impression! The rest of your class was used to you being late and showing up in your pyjama’s sometimes. Most of the pupils in the room were the same from last year – who had continued to choose this class as a part of their course, but you couldn’t imagine what was going through the heads of the newer people.
Let alone, your professor for the year.
You were itching to get out of there the moment you had walked in, the moment you sat down. But your new professor looked at you with a gleam in his eyes, telling you it was okay that you were late. You had muttered your sorries as you walked to your seat.
Your professor turned back to the class and continued what he had been saying before. Choosing not to acknowledge you any further. You looked over him.
He was quite young, and he had brown curly hair. It was quite long, but not too long in the sense where he could tie it up. He wore glasses and he was in a black button-down shirt, and a pair of black slacks. His coat was over his desk, and it was a shade of tan. His wrist wore a watch, though, you couldn’t really tell what kind it was. Just that it might be a little expensive. He was also wearing a chain around his neck. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up too. He had muscles and they clenched every time he brought his two hands together.
It wasn’t long before you caught yourself ogling your brand-new professor and as you looked over to the whiteboard, you found out his name is Professor Holland.
Time flew by in this class, you were taking notes and trying your hardest to listen, but the young professor had caught you off guard and you were struggling to comprehend half the things you would’ve understood last year with Professor Hemsworth. It was a struggle to concentrate with this new professor. The way he spoke was darling, his accent so strong and unique. You found yourself staring more than listening and you could already tell you were going to have major problems in this classroom.
As the class was dismissed, you suspected that you would be held back by the charmingly sweet man. Who said goodbye to most students that walked by and were prepared to say it back. He did in fact ask you to stay back.
Tom found you charming. He found your demeanour sweet. The way you stumbled into the room caught him off-guard, he can admit. But he knew it wasn’t from a place of malice, you were simply just late.
Tom walks up to you and sits down in the seat beside you, “Nice to meet you miss…?”
“L/n, but you can call me y/n.” You smile softly, “I’m sorry about earlier. I just…I woke up late.”
“Okay, Miss y/n.” He compromises, “Do you have any excuse? I understand that you’re a college student, but this is your first day.”
He approaches the situation with care, never making you feel like you were in trouble, even though you were. He didn’t make it feel like that at all. In fact, he made you feel calm and collected. Like you could actually get your thoughts out of your brain and have a real, decent, conversation. Which didn’t happen very often with quite a few professors – you loved Professor Hemsworth for the same reason. He made you feel okay. But this was different. You were staring deeply into Professor Holland’s eyes trying not to get lost.
It was funny how quickly your crush began to start. You had only known him for one hour of your life and you were already thinking about him without him having left the room.
“Miss y/n?” He asks, calling you out of whatever trance he put you in.
“Sorry… I’m just really tired?” You question yourself carefully, “I do actually have really bad sleeping patterns, so when I do sleep it’s, like, in the middle of the day or really early in the morning and I’m just really sorry.”
Tom shakes his head, “Nothing to be sorry for. I get it’s something you can’t necessarily control, but please do try to get to class on time. Regardless, if you do find yourself in need of help or late again, my office is open during office hours and I’d be happy to help you understand, clarify, or run through things.”
You smile softly and Tom returns it, “Thank you, Professor. I’ll… try my best not to let myself be late again.”
You exit the room in a hurry, in order not to embarrass yourself further.
*
The days are long as you wait for your next class, eager.
You enjoy the class; you enjoy the content. But recently, you’ve found yourself enjoying the view in front of you. It was wrong and you knew that. You shouldn’t be ogling your professor of all people. But it was just a stupid attraction. You’d heard other girls in your class talking about it too and it’s not like you’d actually act on what you were thinking. It’s not like you would tell him.
Stuck in the library was where you were, doing your homework for your Ancient History class. Professor Holland had assigned a task on Ancient Egypt and the mummification process. Basic stuff but needed in order to continue to the rest of the course.
You were sat upstairs in a tiny booth. Books sprawled out all across the table and your glasses fogging up every so often because of how warm it was in the room. You had to keep taking them on and off to wipe them and it was getting annoying, but your angry huffs weren’t helping and the way you held your hand to your mouth breathing into it whilst you read was not helping.
You had your pen tucked behind your ear and a number of different coloured sticky notes you were using to annotate the pages.
It had been five days since your Ancient History class – five days since you walked in late and embarrassed yourself. You had a class tomorrow and you were trying not to stay up late, but time was getting away from you again. Albeit you were actually tired, you were trying to cram in as much information as possible so you’re not caught off in class again and you didn’t want to make the walk back to your dorm at the moment, but you knew you would have to tread through the dark, cold night with nothing but a flashlight.
You started to slip away into slumber on top of your hand, your book sliding underneath your elbow and you started to let yourself go. Your eyes were drooping shut and your head started to hit the book as if you had a nice, warm, pillow to keep you here. You knew you shouldn’t fall asleep in the library, but you couldn’t help yourself. It didn’t close till eleven and you knew that you could get in a few hours as it was only eight. Given, when the library did close, you would be awoken by the librarian who would be somewhat mad, but you’re in here so often that she wouldn’t be terribly angry. Only slightly.
But someone cleared their throat, jerking you awake. Your glasses were fogged as you tried to make eye contact with who was trying to get your attention and you took them off quickly rubbing the lenses, making eye contact with who you would assume was the librarian waking you up because the five minutes of sleep you thought you were getting had actually turned into the four you thought you had signed up for.
But you blinked again, as you looked up, you noticed the familiar black slacks and yet, today, he wears a spotted purple button up. The rolled-up sleeves that just touch his biceps and he wears his own glasses, his eyebrows are raised as he looks at your messy hair and tired eyes.
God, you had embarrassed yourself in front of your professor… again.
Your smile is calm and collected, as if he didn’t just catch you falling asleep over your Ancient History textbooks, “Hi, Professor,” you say softly, pushing up your glasses.
He smiles, “Is Ancient History really that boring?” He questions you.
Your eyes widen and you’re talking quickly, unable to fathom the amount of embarrassment you feel, “No, no, no, I… just, I’m so tired. Ancient History is great! I’m really enjoying the subject so far and the content is superb!”
Professor Holland chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m only messing around.”
Thank god. You forget he’s young – that he can actually joke around. He looks like he’s thirty and although you’re only twenty-three, you forget that seven years isn’t much at all.
You let out a slightly awkward laugh, “…Right, well, I’m just trying to be prepared for tomorrow.”
“I’m glad that you’re sleeping.” He comments, remembering the way you walked into class late, “Although, I’m not quite sure that the library is the best place to do so.”
You groan, “I swear I was awake a few minutes before you got here, I was only just starting to fall asleep.”
“Well, I’m sorry I disturbed your nap.” He says softly as he sits down, his features are the same, soft and watching you with careful eyes as you move the sprawled books getting them all into a pile to make space for him.
He sets down his book bag next to him, pulling out his laptop, “Do you mind if I work here?” He questions you, hesitant.
You shake your head, “Do you mind if I fall back asleep?” You chuckle.
He shakes his head, “No, but I do think your dorm would be a better substitute than an uncomfortable couch.”
“My legs are numb,” You sigh, “I think I’ll be alright.”
He laughs as you place your head back onto a book, feeling the tiredness take over you again. You were slightly self-conscious of how you might look, if you might drool. But the feeling of sleep overtook any worries you might have.
Tom hadn’t really gotten to know you. But he knew you the most out of all of his students and you were… goodness, you were just captivating. He knew he shouldn’t look at you sleeping like this. There was nobody in the library to catch him staring at you as you slept. There were people on the bottom floor, but nobody at the top and you were adorable.
You were adorable when you looked up at him. You were adorable when you were nervous. He loved making you nervous. He had only done it twice, but he wanted to keep doing it. He wanted to keep making you flustered and as he watched you sleep he found himself thinking about much more. How your lips were pursed against the book. How they might feel like the pillows you dreamt of sleeping on.
Tom cursed himself quietly, trying to keep his eyes on the screen of his laptop in desperate attempt to get you out of his head. He was your teacher. You were his student. He shouldn’t be thinking of you like this – maybe the two of you could be friends but that would only be after the year was over. He finds your company enjoyable.
When you walk into class the next day, you’re refreshed. Better yet, you’re there on time. As students filter into the room, Tom takes notice of you, and you meet his eyes. He smiles at you softly, knowing the nap you had last night must’ve helped you.
Tom had offered to drive you home and although you told him you wanted him to, you were fine walking in the dark, not wanting to be a bother to him. Telling him that your dorm was only a few minutes away. Tom wasn’t really sure, wanting to see you get home safe. But you had declined, and he wanted to respect that – he wanted to respect you.
You felt your stomach flutter as the attractive young professor looked over at you. Today, he wears brown slacks and a white button down. Today, his sleeves are pulled all the way down, and his tanned coloured coat sits on the back of his seat. But Tom stays standing, pacing around the class as he explains things. You watch the way his hands move as he talks and writes things up on the board.
You were actually taking notes when you weren’t distracted by the sound of his voice or the way his curls cascaded down his head or the way his brown eyes lit up when he got excited about something in particular. The way his muscles tensed when he got really passionate about something, or when he would push up his glasses in the cutest way because they fall down when he speaks.
You take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you watch him. His voice is like velvet and that accent just gets you every time. You don’t know what you’re doing. Why you’re thinking this way. You’re holding out for something more, and it’ll never come. You’ve known him for a week, of course it won’t.
It shouldn’t… it couldn’t.
You were distracted in class for much longer than you thought you would be. It wasn’t good. You debated leaving the class – but you loved it too much to leave. You loved the content. You love what you’re learning. But it’s so hard to focus when there are thoughts of the man you have to watch teaching you every single time you have class.
When class is dismissed, you find yourself knowing a tad bit more about the subject, but your mind still needs some refreshing. You debate going over to Professor Holland’s office after your last class of the day around six o’clock. But you decide against it. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself again by not knowing some of the content, especially after being caught in the library asleep over your books the night before, studying for what this unit of content would bring.
Tom was trying to shove thoughts in his mind about you away. You were so beautiful. When you walked into the classroom, he tried his best not to keep his eyes on you. In a pair of jeans and a cute jumper that was just a little too big for you. You kept a pen behind your ear. You had done the same thing in the library the previous night and he wonders why... You’ve got a pencil case in your hands. Maybe it’s for convivence, maybe it’s for fashion. Maybe it’s one of your little quirks – the rest he has not discovered yet, but very much wants to.
But he can’t, he shouldn’t, and he wouldn’t.
He made a promise to himself that he would stay away from you – even though you were so captivating. Even if you were drawing him in. But he also didn’t want to seem like a creepy professor that had something for his student. He wasn’t quite sure what it was. He wasn’t quite sure what he had for you. Maybe he was yearning for a new friend in a place where he was all alone. In a place where he had nobody. He had just moved from England over here to teach and all he had was Tessa – a cute dog.
A cute dog to which he walks every single morning and just so happened to cross your path while doing so.
It was one of those mornings where you had actually managed to wake up early and get a goodnight rest. You don’t know why you were suddenly getting so much sleep. But you had been happier, livelier.
You wore a scarf and a pair of leggings and boots. A Henley too, one that dipped just a little too low and two of the buttons that held your shirt together undone. You held a cup of something that had some steam coming out of it. Tom wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew that you looked beautiful.
… and Tessa must’ve thought so too because she ended up pulling herself away from her leash and running over to you. Which left a failing Tom running after her as you pet her.
“Where is your owner…” You say softly bending down, taking a look at the collar that sits around her neck, “Tessa?”
“I am very sorry.” A familiar voice speaks, and you want to run you want to hide. Tom had been your professor for four months at this point and the two of you hadn’t really talked since the library where he watched you sleep, and you fought the urge to stay away and watch him work.
You’d be lying if you said your crush on him hadn’t escalated, your roommate Zendaya knew about it, and she scolded you when she found out and it was followed by your pleads begging her to stop and you just saying ‘I know’ over twenty times. The air was still a little cold, but started to get warmer.
Your eyes grazed over what he was wearing – you’d learnt very quickly that his fashion taste was actually quite put together. That he was quite put together in himself. The watch that you couldn’t catch site of on your first day was actually a rolex and you had every urge to ask him about it, but fiend away, scared of what would happen or what could happen. A relationship could blossom.
It's not like you didn’t want to be his friend – you would love that. Many students often are quite close with some professors in a platonic way and then again, they were also the professor’s TA. Helping the professor mark. Keeping a strictly platonic relationship. Something you thought you couldn’t do.
You scoff with appreciation, “There’s no need to be sorry! She’s so cute.” You stay on your knees, scratching behind her ears as she tries to give you a kiss and you let her give you one, with a laugh.
Tom thinks you look beautiful, against the morning sun with a cup of whatever you’re having and laughing, your laugh is probably the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. All he can do is smile down at you and Tessa. He’s admiring your outfit still, trying not to let his eyes go down to your cleavage, but your laugh and smile is just too much for him. He’s trying to remain professional.
“So, where are you headed?” Tom questions softly as you stand, almost meeting his eyes. You’re just a tad shorter than him and the smile you give him is the most beautiful he’s ever seen. He begins to think you are the most beautiful person, being, he’s ever seen.
You take a sip of what’s in your cup, shuddering, the warmth, and a cold breeze hitting the two of you, “The art department.”
“You’re an art student?” He questions.
You nod careful, “Yeah, only on the side, though… I actually major in Archaeology.”
He smiles bashfully, “So that’s why you take my class.”
“That’s why I take your class.” The two of you are now walking toward the arts building on the campus.
He looks over at you, thoughtfully, “Why Archaeology.”
“God, it’s terrible, it’s so embarrassing.” You sigh and deadpan, biting back a smile, “I can’t tell you.”
He scoffs, “Of course you can. C’mon, humour me. It can’t be that bad.”
“Right, so originally, I got into it through playing Uncharted and Tomb Raider. I used to want to be Lara Croft so bad.” You laugh, throwing your head back, “But when I actually started getting into it a little more than just wanting to be Tomb Raider, I really actually fell in love with it.”
“That’s not embarrassing.” Tom concludes, “Maybe a little, but it led you to the thing you love and if I might speak on the topic, Uncharted and Tomb Raider are brilliant games.”
“You’ve played?!” You question a little shocked and Tom’s jaw drops.
“I’m not that old!” He’s slightly offended and your eyes widen to what you’ve implied – he’s flustered you once more and now you’re beginning to trip over your words.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I was just… people don’t usually-”
“Relax, darling, I was only joking.” He places a hand on your shoulder.
Everything stuns you. His hand on your shoulder. The pet name he uses. It slips off of his tongue so effortlessly, as though he says it all the time. But yet, you’re still caught of guard. Tom feels your body tense and awkwardly removes his hand as you feel flush. He can see how embarrassed you just are.
“Oh.” You say softly, “I’m still sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for.” He says with a small smile, and you meet his eyes, smiling all the same.
The two of you had forgotten about Tessa when the two of you stop, but she tugs Tom’s leash, pulling him slightly, making him jump, breaking the two of you out of this trance that was held for a short moment.
The two of you continue to walk, noticing that your classroom isn’t too far from where the both of you are, Tom notices you taking another sip.
“This might be weird, but I’m dying to know what’s in the cup.” He sighs, “I can assume it’s coffee, but with you I’m not quite sure – you can tell a lot about a person from what’s in the cup.”
You hum, “Interesting, how would you know if I’m lying or not?”
“I have faith in you.” He shrugs with a teasing grin.
You chuckle, “It’s a white-hot chocolate.”
Tom looks baffled for a short moment, “White hot chocolate?”
“Yeah! Hot chocolate but instead of milk it’s white.” You look down at your cup, feeling a little flush, “It’s sweeter than normal hot chocolate… I’ve got quite a sweet tooth. Like a terrible sweet tooth.”
He smiles, “That’s not a bad thing. It just says you’re a happier, more open person, and from what I’ve seen over the past few months in class, you are quite a happy person, but a little more reserved than most.”
You nod at the observation, “I’m not sure that’s a good thing either.”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
You shrug, “I have one friend. I can’t even lie. She’s my roommate too.”
Tom chuckles, “Well, I’ve got no friends and I’ve been here for six months. Most teachers here are quite old, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but some of them aren’t that nice either.”
You scoff, “Right? Like what stick is up your ass?” You question, and immediately cover your mouth with your hand.
Tom’s laughing as he watches you do so, “No, darling, I quite agree with that statement.”
The pet name catches you off guard again, but this time you’re able to move over it a little quicker than before.
You look at him, debating your options, is this the right choice? Are you making a good decision? Clearly you weren’t quite thinking when you said this, blinded by his smile and his puffy thin lips that smiled against the cold air.
“I’ll be your friend then.” You smile.
Tom smiles, and it’s big, he’s also scared… he also doesn’t care. He’s too conflicted right now, but, regardless, he says it anyway.
“I’d really like that.”
*
Being Tom’s friend was less awkward than you expected. You practically became his TA. Scratch that you did become his TA. Which consisted of long nights in his office marking papers. Sometimes you’d fall asleep on his desk and Tom would throw his coat over you to keep you warm. He couldn’t help but watch you sleep. He just couldn’t.
You were so adorable. He could look at the sight for ages. But he’d be dammed if he let himself.
“You know, I am sorry about falling asleep every time we do these late-night marking sessions.” You say quietly as you stir awake from your tiny nap.
Tom scoffs, “Nonsense. You need the rest.”
It had been two more months since you decided to be his friends and the two of you did this two times every week, helping him catch up on marking classes that you weren’t in. There were a lot of papers, a lot of homework. Every time you weren’t quite sure what to do, he’d help you. His mouth would be close to your ear as he explained, and you could feel yourself feeling flush all the time. He awakened something in you that made you want to scream. Made you want to turn around and just put your lips onto his.
Tom felt the same. He didn’t know why he let himself get so close to you, or teach you like this when he could simply pull the laptop or stack of papers across the desk and show you like that – upside down, anything else. But you were so timid and nervous that he thought getting up and helping you would be a much better idea.
Turns out it was, for him at least. Being so close to you. It was like you were this force. You were unexplainably so beautiful, and you radiated warmth… and god, you were an addicting thought to his brain. But Tom couldn’t admit it to himself, he was so ashamed of how he would lay in bed at night and touch his cock to you, wrapping his hand around his tip imagining it was you.
You had done the same, too. Touched yourself, thinking about his tongue in place of your fingers. Eating out your pussy and licking your cunt. He was probably the most addicting drug you could possibly ever had, and you never even had him. You never would.
If you knew what Tom was doing, he thinks you’d think he was some fucking weirdo, and you thought the same. Even if the two of you were now friends, there was this line you would never even dare to cross.
He drove you home from the library now and you couldn’t decline. He just wanted to see that you got home safe. But late nights in his office, very quickly became most hours of the day. You’d join him for lunch and dinner. Even breakfast in the morning at the café not far off campus where the two of you would eat and walk Tessa.
But when you were in class, god, you were distracted by everything he did. Same thing with outside of class. But in this room, you could be obvious because his eyes weren’t on yours at all times. Your eyes would trail down to his lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss them. You wonder what they’d feel like on your clit, eating you out, for orgasm after orgasm. You also wonder what they’d feel like comforting you after you got a bad mark on an essay for another class or felt upset.
You wonder what it would be like to go shopping with Tom. What were his habits? Did he sleep with or without socks on? What’s his favourite colour of all time and he claims it’s red but you’re like eighty-five percent sure it’s blue because he owns everything he has in blue. Does he brush his teeth with water on the brush first, after, or not at all? You wondered if he lets Tessa sleep with him in his bed and what it would feel like to have her at the end of the bed whilst the two of you watch TV and cuddle.
This whole thing wasn’t just sexual desire – it was desire for a relationship. To be able to love and care for him and help him when he’s upset. To be able to comfort him. Tom Holland was living in your head, and it was impossible to get him out.
At first it was purely a sexual desire, a physical attraction to the man. But once you got to know him, you were whipped for him. You needed more than that.
But it would never happen. Because Tom Holland was your professor and your friend. You were his teaching assistant and god forbid you ever let anything happen. At least while he’s teaching you. You’re nowhere near graduating and if you did have plans to make a move, you were at least two years away and there was no way you could wait that long.
Tom’s thoughts were oddly similar. He also thought of the mundane things the two of you could do. Going shopping was one of them, no matter what – for clothes, or groceries. A random drive to some gas station to get ice cream or milk. He wanted to know your daily routine and he wanted to do face masks with you, or let you paint his nails. Anything, he’d do anything with you. In all honesty, all he wanted to do was spend time with you and obviously, he’d want to have sex with you. He’d want to make you cum over and over and over and over again. He wanted to taste your orgasm on his tongue.
But this wasn’t a sexual, physical attraction anymore. He wanted you. He wanted all of you. He wanted all your weird quirks and he wanted to tell you that he’d love you if you were a worm because he’d always love you. He always would and he couldn’t stop himself. He could never stop loving you.
You sat in his office, using the red marker to cross another wrong answer. You were marking for Tom’s third Ancient History class, and he sat across from you, doing the same. Except, for the class you were in.
Tom looks up at you, “How about we take a break?” He questions softly.
You smile, “I was waiting for you to say that.”
He matches your grin, bringing his chair to the other side of the desk where you sat, so the two of you could be just that tad bit closer, “What are you doing for break?” He questions you.
You shrug your shoulders, “Not much, honestly, everyone I know is going back home, but I don’t really have much to go back to, so I think I’m staying on campus.”
The look on Tom’s face is sorrow, hearing that you don’t have anything to go back home to. Wishing that he could be your home. Wishing that you were coming back home to him.
He chuckles, “I’m doing the same. I’ll be busy marking mid-terms. I’ve got family back at home, but they’re really all doing their own thing, mum and dad, my brothers, we only all really get back together at Christmas or for the holidays.”
You nod carefully, “That must be nice… my dad’s want me to go back home, but they got divorced a few years ago, I dunno,” You sigh drawing out a stare to your lap, “Feels like it all crumbled… they miss me, and I miss them, but we’re not much of a family anymore, y’know?”
Tom nods, listening intently, “It’s okay. You deserve to have your own feelings and if that’s the way you feel, then that is totally okay.”
You don’t notice it at first, but Tom’s hand had found its way into yours. When you did, all you could do was hold it. Your fingers intertwined. The air in the room had shifted and it was a good kind of shift. Like the two of you knew exactly what you wanted. Your faces getting closer and closer, the light of the room was dim, and a few candles sat around the room. But your eyes were focused on his deep brown eyes, the same ones you could get lost in forever. They drew you in and as Tom stares into your eyes, he feels the exact same way. He feels like everything the two of you had been trying to stuff down would overflow the bucket. Albeit he’s the first one to ask… you were both thinking it.
“Can I kiss you, y/n?” He asks softly, his breath hot on your lips.
You nod softly, “Yes please.” You mutter.
Your lips finally connect, and they are softer than you ever imagined them being. They’re careful and fit into yours. Your tongues move together carefully, in sync, both of you becoming breathless. Your lip-gloss on his mouth and your lips swollen as the two of you pull away with soft giggles.
*
Tom was taking you on a proper dinner tonight. Away from campus. Away from everyone who could get you in trouble – you had to admit, the rush of dating your professor… it was, well, it was fucking thrilling.
Tom met you in front of your dorm at seven-thirty, ready to pick you up.
…and you looked absolutely stunning, your dress was this deep shade of blue and you wore a white cardigan over it. A golden necklace around your neck. The dress had a sweetheart neckline, and he could tell the straps were thin just by the make. The material was lacey, and it was a short dress, but it also went past the middle of your thigh. It was modest and yet so fucking sexy.
You made your way into the car seat, pressing a kiss to his lips, “You look stunning, love.” He says against your lips as you pull away from him.
You bite your lip softly, “I could say the same about you,”
He was wearing a black button down, and a pair of black slacks, and although it was simple. It reminded you of the first day you met… him… “Ohmygod, is that what you wore when I first?”
He nods, “Yeah, I was feeling… sentimental.”
You chuckle pressing a chaste to his lips, “Do you want me to go change? I think I still have those pyjama pants.”
“Oh no, it’s okay.” He smiles, his eyes moving hungrily over your figure, “I much prefer you in this.”
Tom starts the car and begins to drive to the restaurant; his hand remains on your thigh, and it burns into your skin. You can feel yourself getting hot. Khalid is playing over the speakers, and you smile softly.
“You like Khalid?” you question.
He nods, “One of my favourites.” You hum in appreciation, turning back to face the window, but he can’t help but wonder, “Why?”
“Oh, no, I just thought you’d be into other stuff.” You sigh, “…and don’t ask me what because I dunno.” You bring your hand up to hide your face.
“Yes, you do.” He smiles softly, “I know you know, because whenever you lie, you get all awkward and antsy and it’s really cute, but I’d like to know.”
You groan and throw your head back, “Ugh! You’re going to think I think you’re old… which is not the case! I think you’re a perfectly appropriately aged man.”
“YOU THOUGHT CLASSICAL!” Tom gasps in horror, “You really do think I’m old!”
“OKAY I DID!” You laugh, “But Tommy, I don’t think you’re old, it just fits the whole Ancient History teacher vibe… and listening to classical music isn’t only for old people, I have plenty of friends who enjoy it… my roommate.”
He scoffs, “Okay.” He rolls his eyes and begins laughing with you, “What are other old things you think I like?”
“I dunno!” You sigh, “Classical music was probably the only thing. That and old books, but you do! So, I could only assume I would be right… you would want to go to an opera.”
He grimaces, “No… maybe the Phantom, but that would be the only exception.”
“Okay, I would go to that too.” You sigh, “I’m sorry, Tommy.” You pout softly and he looks at you, taking his eyes off of the road for a single, split of a second, just to admire you, before turning back.
“‘S alright, love.” He takes your hand with the hand that previously sat on your thigh and presses a kiss to it.
Dinner goes just the way the two of you want. Tom was a gentleman as always and you think he held one of your hands the whole of dinner – or placed a hand or touched you any way he could. He just wants to feel you.
You’ve been dating Tom for exactly three days. The two of you haven’t had a class yet, but you’re nervous, wondering if people might notice. Nobody comments on the fact that you’re his TA… and that’s probably because you’re his TA.
The two of you are walking down the streets of the inner city. A packed place far from campus where nobody can see the two of you and you can both live somewhat normally. You’re holding his hand, manoeuvring back to his car. Looking around at the lights and the people that surround you both.
There’s not much the two of you can say to each other. But him holding your hand, quickly turns into him pulling you into his side. Your feet in sync as you walk and it’s cold, but the warmth that radiates off of his body is just enough to keep you warm. You want to scream; you want to cry – you physically cannot believe this is happening and you can’t seem to grasp the concept of it mentally either.
“You wanna come over?” Tom asks you suddenly, you’re not quite sure what he wants to do, but you’re willing to do anything. Watch a movie or have him fuck the shit out of you. You truly don’t care. Though, you would prefer the second option.
You’re trying to bite back the smile on your face thinking of everything that could happen, “Sure, Tom. I’d love that.”
You finally get back to his car, sliding into your seat and Tom drives back to his place. You can tell he’s really nervous – and he is. Tom’s thinking about if he’s cleaned his apartment or not, or if Tessa’s made a mess whilst he’s gone. He’s worried and you can sense it. So, all you do is whilst he drives, tapping his fingers like an anxious mess. Is place your hand on his thigh, letting him know everything’s okay. Your finger smoothing over the surface of his skin.
When you finally arrive at his apartment complex, which isn’t too far away from campus, but not close enough. The two of you were really paranoid, it was a risk, but one the two of you were ultimately willing to make, it seemed.
You made it up to his complex and you were met with Tessa running for you, and all you could do was beam, “Hi Tess!” You cheer as she nuzzles into your neck, giving you kisses.
Tom admires you as he turns on the lights in the apartment, it finally gives you a chance to stand up and look around. He’s got a nice tv and a couch in the shape of an L. The apartment is quite modern, the windows are large, and the kitchen bench is made of marble. A white rug covers the hardwood floor and there are two doors that slide open leading to his room. There are pictures on his TV stand that you could assume are of him and his brothers and some with people you could clearly see are his parents. One of him and Tessa reading what seems to be a screenplay, and one of the two of them sitting on a lounge, just like the one he’s currently got.
He takes note of you walking around, observing the place around him, “What do you think?”
You turn to face him, “I think it’s very nice.” You’re walking over to him as Tessa jumps onto the couch, curling into the brown material.
“I’m glad you think so.” He kicks off his shoes, encouraging you to do the same, “Well, I’m not quite sure where we go from here… I should’ve thought ahead if I wanted to bring you back.”
You sit on the couch, “We could watch a movi….” You trail off as your eyes meet the PS4 sitting on the bottom of the TV stand, “Ohmygod! We are playing this.”
He shakes his head frantically, “What would we possibly play?”
You smile knowingly, “You got Tomb Raider?”
*
“NO! Tom! Ohmygod, pass me the controller.” You say furrowing your eyebrows in frustration.
He pulls his arm away as you go to grab it, “No! I can do it! I can do it!”
“No, you can’t!” You throw yourself onto him in desperate need to grab the controller, to take it away from him and complete what he was so clearly struggling with.
Lara falls to her death again as you find yourself on top of Tom. The controller on the floor.
“Hello.” He whispers as your faces are close, leaning in to press his lips on to yours, your tongue swiping the bottom of his lip asking permission to go further into the kiss. His mouth opens slightly, letting you slide your tongue inside. His hands begin to trail your body, sending a shiver down your spine, making you mewl against his lip and the two of you sit up, lips still connected as you sliver your way on to his lap, grinding your hips softly as he cups your ass in both of his hands. His kisses moving from your lips, down to your neck and your exposed chest from the dress that you wear. Your cardigan was discarded long ago and now Tom’s kisses were placed, leaving small hickies and squeezing your ass. As your hips grinded against his crotch, you could feel him getting harder and you could feel yourself getting wetter.
You could feel Tom groan against your chest as he leaves kisses, “Fuck.” You throw your head back slightly.
Tom’s groan only confirms the desire both of you are feeling. His hands still on your ass and you manage to straddle his legs as he begins to pick you up, bringing you to his room. He places you softly onto the bed. He moves in between your legs, his thigh in between yours as the two of you continue to kiss.
Tom’s kisses are back on your lips, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers, “Been waiting for this since the first day I saw you.”
Your breath hitches, “Me too,” You whisper, and Tom’s lips are back on yours, the desire is heavy but also slow and passionate yet so needy and both of you are dying to get closer and closer; closer than you’ve ever been before and it’s becoming too much.
Tom’s hands expertly remove your dress, pulling down the zipper, exposing your naked body, your tits going hard as they hit the cold air and Tom wants to drool. All you wear is a pair of panties. He wants to take your cunt; he wants to lick all of you. Have his mouth and cock on every single part of your body.
Tom’s thumb slides underneath the waistband of your panties, “Darling, can I?” He questions softly and you gulp but you nod. You’re nervous and no matter how much you want this Tom can tell, “If you don’t want this-”
“No.” You stop him quickly, “I want this. I want you.”
He smiles, pulling down your panties as you lay back down on the bed, your head falling in the soft cotton of the pillow. Tom’s head falls in between your thighs, kissing and kneading the skin. Teasing you carefully, making you eager, making you need more. You’re squirming underneath his touch. Your naked body desperate for his tongue on you, desperate for him. Eagerness grew, anticipation made you wetter and his finger grazing over the slits, over the lips of your pussy. Your head falls back against the pillows a little more.
His thumb dips a little, getting his finger wet in your juices, “Fuck you are so goddamn wet.” He speaks carefully.
It’s not a moment longer before your legs are spread apart by his hands a little, dipping his tongue around your clit, sucking, and devouring your pussy with his mouth. Your hand travels into his curls, gripping them tightly.
You can feel the way his tongue circles your tiny nub, flooding you with pleasure. Lapping over the wetness, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” His words are slightly muffled by the way he lifts his head and the skin of your thighs.
His tongue is slow at first and shifting in between a faster pace. Some of the strokes against your tongue are quick and short, kitten licking your throbbing, pulsing clit. Making you moan and mewl underneath the slightest of his touch.
His tongue is enjoying this. He is enjoying this. The way your back arches against his mouth and the way he’s making you feel so good. All he wants to do is sing your praises. Tell you how good of a girl you’ve been. How good of a girl you are being. He loves the way you taste, so sweet, and he loves how you needily grab the curls in his hair, desperate for him to go furhur. Put more pressure on your clit – and so that’s what he does. He’s sucking, licking and nipping his tongue at your clit, taking your pussy into his mouth. He can hear you becoming needy. He can hear you needing that release.
“Darling, are you going to cum?” He questions, his mouth still against your pussy as he speaks, lifting for the smallest, shortest of a second, hearing your mewls as he’s bringing you to the edge. Right to the goddamn fucking edge.
“God, Tom!” You moan as your head falls back and your back continues to arch, your legs are starting to ache. You can feel yourself cramping up slightly, but you don’t care because it feels so fucking good. You can feel that pit of desire forming deep down in your abdomen, fire, burning desperately, needing to be put out. You feel yourself getting closer… and closer… and you need to break, you desperately need to feel yourself break.
“Tom, I’m going to cum!” you moan in pleasure, gripping onto his hair, harder than ever before, pulling lightly at some of the strands.
“That’s right, darling, cum all over my face, cum all over my mouth.” Tom speaks before he continues to push you right to the fucking edge.
The moan of his name is defeating as your orgasm floods his face and his mouth and Tom groans against your pussy, against your throbbing, pulsing clit. So sensitive and attentive for everything that he wants to do to you.
Tom’s lips fall back onto yours and you can taste your sweet orgasm all over his lips and you moan at the taste of yourself – Tom smirking against your lips.
Tom doesn’t give you long before his fingers slide into the cunt, that hole that was anticipating this, that craved this. Your body folding underneath his touch, “You think you can cum for me a few more times, darling?” He questions you and all you can do is nod.
“Y-Yes,” You try not to moan at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, pressing against your g-spot, making your body feel nothing but pleasure, from your legs to your feet and you can feel your legs beginning to feel strained because of your last orgasm, but you wanted this. You wanted Tom to finger-fuck you and make you cum, you wanted Tom to fuck you and cum inside of you as you cum and feel both of you mixing together.
His lips remain on yours as he pumps, he pumps you so aggressively, as if you’re the only one in the world, as if he’s the only man for you – it’s as though he’s claiming you. He’s making you his and he’s making sure that you know you’re only his and you do. You’ve never cum like that before. You’d never had an orgasm so good and that was only from his mouth. You couldn’t imagine what he could do with his throbbing, desperate cock.
Tom’s fingers press into you, there’s only two, but when he slides in a third your body physically folds, and you’re holding onto him for dear fucking life. Your fingernails digging into his back and your mind trails to what you’d feel like if he was fucking you. If he had his cock inside of your cunt rather than his fucking fingers. But regardless of your thoughts, which he knows you’re so desperate for his cock and as he kisses you, his tongue fucks you just like that. It makes its way around yours, as if he was licking and sucking on your cunt again, travelling deep down your throat against the rough and passionate kiss.
His fingers move in and out of your cunt so slick and covered in how wet your pussy actually is and Tom is groaning as he feels himself getting tighter in his pants, forgetting that he’s got his clothes on. But the friction of his fingers and his slacks against your pussy is just so hot. The fact that he’s wearing the clothes he met you in whilst he’s finger-fucking you is something he wanted so bad. It’s everything he’s ever thought about whilst he wrapped his own hand around his own cock and imagined your tiny, tight, little cunt around it. That’s exactly what your cunt was. Tight and tiny. Needy and desirous. So goddamn fucking wet – and it’s all for him. You are so fucking wet for him.
“Fuck, Tom.” You groan as your body curls into him as you pull away from the kiss to bite into his shoulder, feeling vibrations throughout your body, Tom can feel your cunt getting tighter, he knows you’re about to cum for him again and he can’t help but smirk as you mewl into his shoulder, feeling nothing but him and only him.
Your cunt is pulsing around his fingers as he pushes against your g-spot. God, seeing you like this is fucking addicting. It’s all he wants, you are all he wants and god, your cunt, your tiny little cunt tightening around his fingers is what he wants to feel when he shoves his cock inside of you.
“God, fuck yes, fuck Tom!” You scream, pressing your head into his shoulder again as he fucks you with his fingers, stimulating all of you. You can feel Tom growl in your ear, his breath is hot and full of desire and the feeling of your tits against the material of his button-down shirt turns you on more than you ever thought it could and all you want. All you fucking need is to cum again, “God, Tom! I’m gonna cum!” You scream as you can feel that addictive, burning sensation in your abdomen, feeling that release again – you need that release… and when it comes you are shaking against Tom’s body, feeling nothing but his fingers continuing to pump you and you orgasm, all over his fucking fingers.
Tom looks up at you, holding your chin with his hand, and you know exactly what he wants from you, and you do it. You open your mouth and let his fingers slide inside.
“God, you are so beautiful with my fingers in your mouth, darling.” He praises, “You like that? You like your cum all over my fingers, all in your mouth?” He questions and you nod against his fingers as your tongue curls around them, sucking off all of your dripping wet orgasm.
He pulls his fingers out and before he can do anything else you speak, you speak words for what feels like the first time in forever, drunk on the feeling of him. Desire making your vision hazy already and he hasn’t even begun to fuck you with every bone in his body, he wants to fuck you. He wants to make you feel so fucking good that you can’t even leave the apartment the next day because it’s impossible for you to walk without him carrying you around and taking care of you… and you know that, because you know he won’t stop. You know he’s not going to stop until you’ve had your orgasm surrounding his cock, all slick and mixing with his cum in your tight little fucking hole.
“Fuck me, Tom,” You speak quickly, “Fuck me, please, fuck me, please.” You’re begging and Tom can’t believe that you are because he’ll give it to you. He’ll gladly give you his cock if you asked. You didn’t have to beg? You just needed to let him know and he would let you have it all – Tom would give you the world if he could. Tom only wants to make you feel good.
He says it out loud so you can get it in your head, “Darling, you don’t have to fucking beg, you just need to ask.” He says stern, so that you know. So that you know that you’ll never have to beg for his cock. Never.
Tom gets off of the bed and you watch him strip. You watch him take off his black button down with this eagerness, desperate to feel all of you. His chest is so toned, and it makes you drool. You’re so drunk on him that your mind is flowing to other areas of all of this, licking his abs, humping them. Desperately needing to feel your body against his chest. But all of those thoughts are out the window when you see him pull down his pants and boxers, exposing his hard fucking cock and it’s long and it’s thick and you want to wrap your mouth around it, your hand wants to touch the slit of his cock and you want to have him fucking the shit out of your hole in every single way possible all at once. You want to grind against his cock, you want him to cum inside of you and your desire quickly takes over, and you notice Tom reaching in his nightstand for condoms, but you don’t want that. You don’t want that, not at all.
“Tom, I want your cum inside of me,” You speak, desperately, needing it.
He smirks as he looks over to you, but he’s also nervous, “Are you sure, darling?” He asks you softly.
You nod, eager, desperate, “Fuck, please. Yes.” You mewl, curling underneath his touch, needing him. Needing all of him.
Tom climbs back onto the bed and his leg slides in between your thigh and it takes all your strength not to start grinding up against him, not to start fucking his leg, pinning him down and rubbing your sensitive, pulsing clit all over his thigh, but you fight the urge, you fight the need because the need for his cock inside you is much more desperate for more. Desperate for his cock.
Tom angles you in the right way, the way he knows he’ll make you cum, the way he knows your body will curl up under him just like you had when he was finger-fucking you. Making you feel good with the limbs of his hand.
Tom slowly, but surely, pressing into you and you already feel so full. He’s barely inside of you and his thick cock is already filling you up. When his whole cock is inside of you, you groan, you mewl, you moan. Pleasure is all over your body, you feel full and he starts to move and when he starts to move, you throw your head back, feeling nothing but good. Your whole body needily clinging onto his. He begins to pump in and out of you, the slit of his cock touching your g-spot and Tom grunts and moans and you swear you could just cum from the sound of his desperate moans, all needy for you. God, he was probably the sexiest man you had ever seen.
Your body is like fluid, limb and numb from the way he had been fucking you this whole night, but you were desperate for more and you know if you don’t cum, you’re going to be disappointed in yourself, no matter how badly you need Tom’s cock to cum all up inside of you. You needily kiss him, holding his neck with your arms. The kiss is hot and desirous. Needy and full of want.
He begins to move his cock quicker, and you can hear his balls slapping lightly against your skin. Your legs are hitched a little and he holds on to you. Holding you in place so you don’t escape his grasp. So that you can feel everything he’s bringing to you. So that you can feel it all. All that pleasure building up inside of you.
Your fingernails are back in Tom’s back, gripping on for some form of sanity, but it’s escaping you so slowly as you begin to see spots. You’re cock drunk and only for Tom. Needily pressing your head into the nape of his neck as you moan, your bodies so close. So close you’re not even sure where you yourself begin. You’re fucking moaning, you’re coming closer and closer to coming and the way Tom’s cock is pounding in and out of your tight little wet cunt – the squelch of your pussy turns you on. Your cunt full of Tom and only Tom.
“Fucking hell, Tom!” You moan loudly, basically screaming and your words are slightly slurred as you begin to lose sight of what’s real or not. Feeling him inside of you is something of a dream and you’re going to throw yourself away, let yourself be cock drunk. Let your mind slip loose of its hold. He pumps in and out of you so hard and yet so sweet, but so fast and the pleasure. The pleasure is just building inside of you and it’s building inside of Tom too. Both of you desperate to feel that edge to feel his cum inside of you and to feel your orgasm wrap itself around his cock. God, it was addicting, your pussy was addicting.
Your bodies are made for each other and that’s quickly proven by the way he can pound against your g-spot and make you cum with nothing but that. Your fingers do move down to touch your clit but are quickly replaced by Tom’s.
“Fuck I’m so close.” He groans softly, his moan making you want to cum right there and them. How his voice is lost of breath and how he’s trying to speak but nothing is working for the two of you and you hold on to him tighter than before. Both of you are sweating but you don’t care.
“Fuck me too.” You confirm fighting the way it comes out as a moan, needing to let it out. To let Tom know how much pleasure he’s bringing you.
Tom’s pace quickens, he’s deeper into your cunt if that’s even possible and for the third time you feel your stomach burn needing that release, needing to let go and you do, you let go.
“Fuck, darling, that’s right, cum all over my cock.” Tom speaks gently as you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, the feeling of Tom’s release; his load filling your cunt and you moan as he slows his pace, riding you both off of your high.
Tom falls next to you with a soft groan you feel your legs start to burn, “Holy shit.” You mutter carefully, standing to go use the bathroom but your knees almost buck out from underneath you.
“Need some help, darling?” He whispers coming to grab your waist helping you to the bathroom, “You did so good for me,” He kisses your temple.
*
The next day you have class and Tom wants to drive you to class, but you’re not so sure. The two of you turn up early and you’ve got your hot chocolate and Tom with his tea. You both get to class early and before students begin to roll in, you place a kiss to his lips.
“C’mon professor, let’s hand out these tests.” You smile softly, “Try not to get distracted.” You say as students roll in and your smile brightens as you hand out tests.
Tom knows he couldn’t be luckier than to have you… and he’s getting distracted.
God, you are perfect.
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recs!
sirius black
he’s like that
dote on me
a good mum
a pretty boy and his pretty girl
sweeter than sweets
z-a
smart cookie
remus lupin
sweet weeping soul
flu
language of flowers
you are in love
lovers rock
charmed (series)
beyond rumours (series)
sweet memories
love letters to no one (series)
dance with me
bookshop girl (series)
heavy handed - band au
cherry tree
routine
james potter
lovesick
first and last
don’t miss you at all
playing pretend
what’s my name
shy beginnings
so perfect
three confessions
chaser at heart
kissy kissy ooh la la
invisible string
charlie weasley
some things are better kept secret
christmas eve
taming the dragon tamer
a family mystery uncovered
hearts on fire
bill weasley
willow
fred weasley
home for the holidays
my little hufflepuff
harry styles
thumper
ig blurb
ig blurb
ig blurb- chef!yn
ig blurb- since forever
ig blurb- the nanny
love me tomorrow
lunch time
whiskey
knight in shining armour
shy
two ghosts
winter flakes
just how fast the night changes (series)
the silk shirt
been there all along (series)
behind the door
hockey harry
regulus black
the better of two bad options
professor regulus black
steve harrington
i’ll put us back together at heart
can we always be this close
coach harrington
bucky barnes
they always find me
lost without you
uncle buck
six days
i like me better when i’m with you
nothing breaks like a heart
do not fall in love
operation get mom and bucky together
conrad fisher
no shame
isn’t the same without you
baby honey
ocean eyes
booty shorts and bikinis
tom holland
holland sister recs
rumours
angst!!!
imagines
holland sister recs
a missed chance
chris evans
your silence is the most violent
the evans’
playing with fire (series)
ig blurb
spiderman
not my spiderman (series)
tequila makes me sleepy
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43402303
We wear the mask (that I cannot see through) by Goawaylife We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile _______________________________ Peter Parker (Presently known as Ben Reilly) is offered an Internship at SI through one of his Professors contacts years after what happened at the Statue of Liberty. He has to decide between saving his vague looking future or his slowly declining sanity. Words: 927, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, May Parker (Spider-Man) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Michelle Jones, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Eventual Fluff, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Genius Peter Parker, Good Friend Michelle Jones, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Alternate Universe - College/University, Secret Identity, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Peter Parker is a Mess, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Panic Attacks, Tony Stark survives Endgame, Tony Stark Lives
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Spider-Man: Home Alone
by literary_ayisha
Following the traumatizing events of No Way Home, after losing everything he knows and loves and having the memory of him erased from everyone's minds- Tom Holland's Peter Parker tries to get his life back on track and go to college, where he befriends an eclectic film major named Alice who's lost a big part of her life, just like he has.
Peter is all set on starting over, moving on and doing things differently to stop himself from getting too close to people and making the same mistakes that led to his identity being exposed, but his plans get flogged when MJ transfers to his university... and things get even worse when he finds out that she's found new love: Harry Osborne.
In this story, Peter has grown scared to love and scared to let anyone in as he battles new villains emerging from the shadows and within his own university. With Alice trying to get close to him and help him find new happiness, romantic feelings start to blossom, and Peter finds himself in dilemma after dilemma trying to protect the people he loves.
Could Peter ever get MJ back or will he open himself up to strike up a romance with Alice? Can he defeat these new villains all on his own or will his worst fears come true all over again?
Words: 3093, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English
Fandoms: peter parker - Fandom, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man (Comicverse), Spider-Man (Ultimateverse), Spider-Man (Video Games 2018-2020), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi, Other
Characters: Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Spider-Man, Ned Leeds, Harry Osborn, professor miles warren, Miles Warren, Screwball (Spider-Man), Lorina Dodson, Yuriko "Yuri" Watanabe, White Rabbit, May Parker (Spider-Man)
Relationships: Peter Parker and Original Female Character, Peter Parker/MJ, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones and Harry Osborn, Michelle Jones/Harry Osborn, Tom Holland (Actor)/Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s), Peter Parker/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Light Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, University, Alternate Universe - College/University, university romance, Villains, Crime Fighting, Spider-Man Interacting with New Yorkers, New York City, Empire State University, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Unrequited Love, Love Triangles, who did this to you, Tending to Wounds, Second Chances, Dead May Parker (Spider-Man), Mentioned May Parker (Spider-Man), Sad, Crying
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45899323
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What If…The First Snap Went Differently?
by ParallelUniverses_vs_AlternateTimelines
In a parallel world—Thanos snaps his fingers on Thursday, 05/31/2018. However, the end result is completely unexpected, but neither he nor the remaining Avengers know until five years later—when Professor Hulk initiates the second snap on Tuesday, 10/17/2023.
Words: 8819, Chapters: 2/3, Language: English
Series: Part 20 of Stephen Strange Loves His Family In Every Universe
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), WandaVision (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Sherlock (TV), What If...? (TV 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang, Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff, Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Vision (Marvel), Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Other Marvel Characters, Other Sherlock (TV) Characters
Relationships: Peter Parker & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer/Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff & Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff & Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, Cassie Lang & Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang & Christine Palmer, Cassie Lang & Wanda Maximoff, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Peter Parker & Peter-Two & Peter-Three (Spider-Man: No Way Home), Sherlock Holmes & Stephen Strange, Eurus Holmes & Sherlock Holmes, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Multiverse, Parallel Universes, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Peter Parker-centric, BAMF Peter Parker, BAMF Cassie Lang, Cassie Lang & Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Parent Stephen Strange, Parent Christine Palmer, Aunt Wanda Maximoff, Uncle Vision (Marvel), Uncle Sherlock Holmes, Aunt Eurus Holmes, Genuinely Good Eurus Holmes, Innocent Eurus Holmes, Protective May Parker (Spider-Man), Avengers Family, Avengers Team Friendship (Marvel), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Roller Coaster, Emotional Baggage, Angst and Feels, Grief/Mourning, Tragedy, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Family Fluff, Family Reunions, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Has Issues, Peter Parker Has a Family, No Incest, NOBODY HAS PERMISSION TO REPOST NOR DOWNLOAD MY FANFICS!!
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ao3feed-thor · 2 years
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Pokemon Atiniir and Pokemon Jorhaa'ir
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/B03cNOt
by MangoPudding9000
“Hello! Welcome to the Marvel Region!” Bruce awkwardly greeted as he outstretched his arms to present the Pokemon lab. “I'm Professor Bruce Banner and this is my partner Chesnaught,” the aforementioned Pokemon let out a grunt. “What is your name?”
Loki apathetically blinked. “Didn’t you get letters confirming who was participating in this idiotic event?” he grumbled. “Besides, you well know who I am,” he hissed.
Bruce blinked before he laughed a little nervously. “Well… I um…” he mumbled as his eyes flickered back towards his Chesnaught.
Zorua snickered in his arms. Loki would’ve too, if he wasn’t jabbed by a sharp elbow. “Fine. I’ll play along with your damn game,” he hissed. “My name is Loki.”
Loki came to the Marvel Region with Pokemon Professor of the Asgard Region, Mobius to participate in “Carpe Diem.” The program is for people to go on a journey to answer the questions, ‘What does it mean to be a Pokemon Master?’ and ‘Who do I want to be?’
He knows the answer. He’s known since he was a child and he knows he is right. He is always right.
Though his views are challenged by fellow intern, Peter Parker.
Follow Loki and Peter through their journey in the Marvel region!
Words: 5619, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Loki (TV 2021), Thor (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, Mobius M. Mobius, Bruce Banner, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Harley Keener, Shuri (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Clint Barton, Vision (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Matt Murdock, Carol Danvers, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Hydra Agents, Johann Schmidt, Original Legendary Pokemon - Character
Relationships: Loki/Peter Parker, Loki & Mobius M. Mobius, Loki & Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Pokemon, Pokemon AU, Protective Loki (Marvel), BAMF Loki (Marvel), Good Loki (Marvel), Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Protective Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, loki is a little shit, Pokemon Journey, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Humor, Teen Loki, Romantic Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationships, Strangers to Lovers, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Camping, Travel, travelling, Action/Adventure, Adventure, Friendship
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professor’s sweetheart
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pairing: professor!tom holland x student!reader
summary: professor holland teaches british literature at your university. you hadn’t expected much when you signed up for the course, but the experience is everything and more than you could have hoped for. 
word count: 15.1k
warnings: there is smut in here but it’s not the main focus (wild, i know)
notes: uh yeah i’d say just don’t fuck your professor? this is purely fictional. be safe, you know how it is <3
also she wrote a professor!harry styles fic, but if i hadn’t read that (over and over) i probably wouldn’t have been inspired to write this. so check out @songbirdstyles​ !
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“What class do you have next?” Your friend, and roommate Liz asked. You were both walking out of the cafeteria. It was 1:15, you had just finished lunch and you had fifteen minutes until your next class. You pushed the doors open together and braced yourselves as the cool late September breeze hit you, blowing your jackets open. You put both sides of the jacket together in front of you and crossed your arms to block the cold out. 
“Um,” you thought back for a moment, the cold temporarily knocking your senses right out of you. “British Literature.”
If you were being honest, you had taken this course because it fulfilled one of your requirements, but in the end it felt like one of the most rewarding parts of your college experience so far. The material was interesting, and instead of being bored out of your mind throughout the whole hour and a half of class––it was actually entertaining. You had your professor to thank for that.
“Oooh,” Liz twisted her lips to the side to suppress a knowing smile, but the look in her eyes gave it away. “With Professor Holland?” She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. 
You rolled your eyes and bit your tongue to hide your smile. “Yes,” you shoved her playfully to the side making her step in a pile of leaves, the crunch under boots loud as ever as it carried through the crisp air. “Shut up.”
You and Liz had been roommates since your first year at university and had now spent four, coming up on five semesters rooming together. Luckily, you really hit it off, and easily fell into a routine together, forming a bond as you ate lunch and dinner together, studied in the library, had dance parties in your dorm, and more. You knew each other inside and out, often having random late night conversations while you procrastinated your work or couldn’t sleep, about literally anything and everything. Bottom line is, you trusted each other, which is why she knew about your sort-of-crush on Professor Holland. 
To be fair everyone had a thing for him, he was just that kind of guy. He was sweet and compassionate and funny. Professor Holland was one of those genuine professors who sincerely cared about their students and their well-beings. He was incredibly understanding. He’d schedule dozens of meetings with his students all in one day just because he wanted to help and make sure they were all alright. He liked to check in every now and then, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
From what you could tell he also seemed like a people person. No matter who he was with, whether it was a student, his teaching assistant Jacob, or his fellow professors––he was always attentive, cracking jokes, enjoying the conversation. Everyone seemed to love him. But you could also tell that a part of him was just a tad bit cocky, but in a joking and love-able way. 
All this goes to show that you spent way too much time thinking about him, and observing him, which could either be seen as really endearing or really creepy. 
“Look I’m just saying,” Liz shrugged, “Enjoy the class.” She nudged you, “I know I would.”
Realizing you were approaching the writing and arts center, and Liz’s next class was in the building across the street, you sent her off. “Yeah yeah, okay. Bye.” You tightened your arms around you and scurried off, skipping a crack in the sidewalk and walking up the steps to the building. You opened the door and were immediately welcomed by a rush of warm air and let out a sigh, rubbing your hands together as you made your way to the lecture hall. 
You pulled your phone out and checked the time, 1:22. You still had 8 minutes to spare. You were still walking and only glanced up from your phone right as you were about to walk into the door and were stopped suddenly when you crashed into a hard chest. You immediately felt two warm hands grasp your arms to steady you and were suddenly enveloped by the smell of tea and mint. 
“Woah! I’m sorry, love, are you alright?”
You froze as you looked up, feeling very much like a deer in headlights as you realized you quite literally crashed into your professor. “Oh––um,” you swallowed, suddenly feeling like the air was escaping you. You cleared your throat trying to save yourself from anymore embarrassment. “I’m fine––I’m sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t looking––” You paused when you noticed the small smile on his face, his warm eyes making you forget what you were going to say.
“It’s alright, Y/N. It was partially my fault as well, I was too focused on––” he seemed to snap out of some trance, straightening himself up as his hands dropped back down to his sides and into his pockets. “Uh, well that’s not important.” He pulled one hand out of his pocket––he was wearing those blue slacks that you thought made his thighs look great, respectfully, of course. He checked the time on his watch and you had to stop yourself from ogling the veins in his arms as he did so. 
He looked up at you, brows furrowed playfully and you actually had to remind yourself to breathe. “You’re almost ten minutes early. You that eager to see me?” He ended his question with a teasing smirk and your mouth opened and closed a few times before you managed to string together a response.
“I––um, I just really like this class and you––you’re my favorite professor.” You blurted out, your cheeks heating up as you realized what you just admitted. You had to force your eyes to go back to their normal size after they practically bulged at the realization of what you said. “And I mean, I just happened to get here early so...I thought I might as well get settled in.”
Your professor cleared his throat, trying to hide his smile as he glanced down at his shoes for a moment then back up at you. “Well then.” He extended his arm, pointing towards the open door of the hall and stepped aside. “Please, after you.” 
You gave him a small smile in return along with a quiet thank you and stepped through the door. But before you could walk over to your seat, you felt him lean over behind you to talk lowly in your ear. He was standing a respectably close distance, but his presence was so overwhelming it was as though you felt him everywhere. His breath caressed the smooth skin of your cheek as he spoke. 
“I’m technically not allowed to have favorites, but I do appreciate that you enjoy having me as your professor, darling.” It shouldn’t have had such an effect on you, really, it shouldn’t have. But something about him referring to himself by his title really did something to you. You took a sharp inhale as you stood up straight, your whole body on high alert as you turned your head towards him, your eyes refusing to look at his and instead finding solace in the fabric of his navy blue button up––which he’d rolled up to his forearms. 
“And if it means anything, I rather do enjoy having you in my class as well.” You snuck a peek at him, lifting your gaze slowly and only caught a glimpse of his soft lips as he smiled before walking over to his desk. 
You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you walked up the steps to your usual spot in the middle row, near the aisle. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, and the man hadn’t even touched you––well not in the way you wanted him to, anyway. But enough of that. 
You checked your phone again, trying to calm down your heartbeat as you took in a deep breath, 1:28. People started shuffling into the class, the overlapping sounds of chatter and laughter rupturing the energy the room had when it was just the two of you. At 1:32 Professor Holland started the class, getting everyone’s attention smoother than anyone should be able to. You could almost feel everyone’s eyes focusing on him, some weren’t even listening to him, they were just so entranced by how good he looked and the way he sounded––his accent was just so endearing, you had to admit it. 
The hour and a half went by rather quickly but today you were more aware of yourself, of Professor Holland––even more than usual. It seemed as though his eyes would travel to your direction more often, after he made jokes as if to see your reaction, or while he paused in his speeches. 
At the end of the class, despite there being dozens of other students moving around you, you felt as though your professor was watching you as you made your way out of the room. But it had to be your imagination, there was just no way. 
When you got back to your dorm, Liz still wasn’t back yet so you decided to take a shower and spend some time relaxing. You had already done your work for the next day and your other work for the rest of the week––well, you decided you’d do it later. 
You changed into sweats after your shower and hopped on your bed, deciding to switch between your apps for an hour or so––honestly you’d lost track of time. Liz strolled in soon after, closing the door with a loud groan, throwing her bag on the floor.
You smiled, looking up at her from your lying position on the bed. “Hello to you too.”
She grumbled in response, finally looking at you. When she noticed you were already wearing your pajamas she pointed to you, her brows raised. “Good idea!” She immediately went to her drawers and picked out a random pair of sweats and an oversized sweatshirt, changing with lightning speed for someone who was sluggishly groaning not even a minute before. 
She grabbed her phone and sat on her bed opposite yours, cross-legged, facing you. She looked at your face for a few seconds before squinting her eyes at you. “You have something to say. Spill.”
You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face. 
She looked at you pointedly, “Well go on.” 
So you told her about your encounter with the infamous brit today, how you bumped into him, what he said to you, the glances he sent your way. When you finished recounting everything you took a deep breath, “But––this could all just be in my head you know, just me overreacting.”
She stared at you with a dead expression. “Are you fucking dumb?”
“Hey!”
She ignored you, rolling her eyes while she tried not to laugh. “Dude he totally wants to fuck you.” She said nonchalantly.
Your eyes bulged, “W–What do you––What?” 
“Oh please, it’s so obvious.”
You opened your mouth but when nothing came out, you paused and looked down at the carpet. After a few moments you looked back up at her to find her with a knowing smirk on her face. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am, when am I not?” When you were about to speak, she interrupted you. “Don’t answer that. But look, it seems like he’s into you. I think you should hit that.”
“But we––that’s not allowed!” You paused, “Is it?”
She laughed, “A ha! So you do want to!”
“Oh shut up, you already knew that. Everyone wants to, it’s not a big deal.”
She made a face, “Yes, but you’re the only one who actually has a chance at getting it.” 
You looked at her, a skeptical look on your face. “Even if that was true––he’s still my professor…”
She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah but it’s not like it’s in the handbook or anything. Plus, you’re both legal adults, so. There you have it. You’re free to bone.”
“You did not just say that.”
“But I did.” She smiled, lying down in her bed. “You really could, though. Just don’t tell anybody.” When you didn’t say anything else, she spoke up. “Okay I’m gonna take a nap now. You have a lot to think about.” 
You ignored the last part and went back to your phone, “Yeah you do that.” 
Throughout the rest of the afternoon and night you couldn’t stop thinking about this whole situation. This was bad...Or was it? It seemed all too complicated, that was for sure. You weren’t even sure he looked at you or thought of you that way. 
You fell asleep playing all the pros and cons of hypothetically getting with him, your mind an endless loop of your professor, his voice, how he sounded when he practically whispered that he liked being your teacher. This was all too much.
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All of your senses were in overdrive. All you could feel were the hands tracing every curve of your body, playing you like a toy they’d made themselves. The tongue, teeth and lips following and leaving marks everywhere the hands traced. All you could hear was that sweet, rough voice telling you praises and calling you endearing names as your whole body shivered from the pleasure. Your eyes locked in on the ones staring up at you with pure hunger and awe as you ground yourself down on his cock.
“That’s it darling, just like that. You’re doing so good for me.” His lips curved into that oh so familiar smirk. “I taught you well, didn’t I?”
You woke up sweaty, your shirt sticking to your torso, a wet patch on your panties, your nipples pebbled in the cool air of your dorm room. A sex dream. Of course you had a fucking sex dream about him. Fuck. You were just lucky that your next class with him was on Thursday so you didn’t have to see him today. Because that would not help you at all. 
You checked the time on your phone, squinting at the brightness before turning it all the way down, 10am. You got out of bed with a groan and took your toiletries bag and your towel to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower this morning, instead of later on at night. Lord knows you certainly needed one. A cold one too.
You were frustrated, frustrated with yourself for feeling this way about your professor––sure, he was only a few years older than you, but it was the principle of the matter––frustrated that you were overthinking this entire thing, and most importantly you were annoyed because you were extremely horny. 
When you got into the bathroom, you locked the door and set your stuff down. You put your hands on both sides of the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror. Who are we and what happened? You sighed and grabbed your toothbrush, brushing your teeth quickly and aggressively, since everything seemed to be a hassle this morning. You’d hoped that once you hopped in the shower, you’d calm down. 
When you made your way inside, you sighed contently at the feeling of the warm water pattering against your skin, freshening you up immediately. Your nipples were still hard, between your legs still wet. So you brought a hand down between your thighs, the other to your breast as you stood under the water––almost as though the water was washing away the sinful act and thoughts right at the source. You laughed at the thought, nope, nothing can wash this away. 
You squeezed your breast and tugged at your nipple, rubbing your sensitive bud just the way you liked. You were still sensitive from...your dream, so it didn’t take long for everything to build up. You couldn’t help yourself, your mind brought back the remnants of last night that you remembered, the way his hands gripped you when he steadied you, the way his arms looked, and you came with a whimper that was louder than you would have liked. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and resting your head back on the tiles as the water continued to fall on you. 
When you came back to your dorm, Liz was on her way out but she stopped, raising her brows at you, “So have you come to a conclusion?”
You walked past her into the dorm, “Go to class, Liz.” You heard her cackle down the hallway as you closed the door. 
You got dressed casually, not rushing since there was nowhere for you to go and decided to go to the local cafe near the school. You needed to clear your head and get some work done, and you definitely would not get any of it done in your dorm. Not today, anyway. 
You checked the weather and seeing that it was a little warmer today, you put a sweatshirt on, grabbed your bag along with your phone and your laptop and you were on your way. The breeze felt refreshing this morning as you stepped out of your dorm. Your walk to the cafe was only ten or so minutes but it felt good. 
Stepping into the little shop, you were immediately hit by the aroma of coffee and sweets, surrounded by the sound of light chatter and utensils clattering on the wooden tables. The warm light above you brought a sense of comfort as you made your way over to the counter. The line was rather short so you managed to order your usual drink and snack quickly. As you were waiting for the cashier to hand you your things, your eyes scanned the shop––the ambience was rather nice and the talking almost felt like background noises. You wouldn’t mind staying here to work.
As you gathered your things, you turned around in search of a free table––which would be the deciding factor in whether or not you would stay, you did not want to awkwardly share the small table space with some stranger. You took a few steps into the seating area and almost choked on your breath when you made eye contact with the last person you wanted to see today. 
He smiled charmingly at you, teeth and all and quickly made his way over before you even had a chance to think of escaping. “Y/N!” He stood in front of you, his eyes bright. He was actually happy to see you? He was always happy to see everyone, it didn’t mean anything. 
His voice snapped you out of your annoyingly loud thoughts.  “Fancy seeing you here.” He nudged you playfully, “How are you?” He was wearing a very tight white button up that was unbuttoned until the third, showing a generous amount of his chest, a grey suit and pants, along with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. It took you a few more seconds than it should have to process that there were actual words coming out of his mouth.  
You forced a smile onto your face but the more you looked into his eyes, the more genuine it became, almost impossible to wipe off. “I’m good. Was just grabbing breakfast before I start my work. You?”
He raised his cup, “Same as you. Have a bit of time before my next class.” 
You noticed that you couldn’t tell what exactly was in the cup and your curiosity got the better of you. You pointed to the cup clasped in his fingers, “Is that coffee?”
He furrowed his brows in mock offense, “I only drink tea, darling.” He leaned his upper body forward to whisper to you, his cheek almost touching yours, “I’d think you would know that about your favorite professor.” He tutted playfully as he stood up straight again, watching you, a look that you couldn’t quite pinpoint in his eyes as he watched you over his cup, taking a teasingly long sip. 
You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open, not a clue what to respond. When he pulled the cup away from his mouth he looked down at you, his gaze drifting down and you’d never felt more exposed, despite the fact that you were wearing two layers of clothing. “I like your sweatshirt.” He smiled, glancing down at it before looking directly into your eyes, his head lowered slightly.
Your eyes widened in surprise and your head snapped down to see your spiderman sweatshirt looking back at you boldly. Oh––Oh. You lifted your head back up to find him still smiling at you softly, he didn’t seem to be teasing you at all. “Um thanks.” You could feel your cheeks heating up, despite the cool air that swept your legs as someone opened the door to the cafe. “Are you uh–– a marvel fan?” 
He pursed his lips playfully, “Yeah,” his hand came up to rub the back of his neck, “Yeah you could say that.” He licked his lips and took another sip of his drink.
Your eyes, with a mind of their own, trailed down the column of his throat, following the vein on the side of his neck, the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the warm liquid. The action almost seemed provocative, in both meanings of the term. 
Suddenly you felt very hot and you knew that you had to get out of there before you made a fool of yourself in front of everyone, but most importantly him. You perked up, “I uh––I have to go professor, but it was nice talking with you. See you tomorrow!” With that you quite literally ran off, wincing as you turned around, having noticed the way his lips parted as if to speak, a furrow between his brows appearing out of confusion and concern. You really had to get control of yourself. 
You practically berated yourself as you speed walked away. God, that was so stupid. And not to mention, incredibly rude! He’d probably be upset with you now, or maybe even mad. It’s just––unbelievable what he did to you, without even actually doing anything. It took you the entire walk there to realize that you unconsciously made your way back to your dorm––so much for the library. But you’d had enough social interaction for today, so you decided you’d stay there.
You got in your bed and buried yourself under the covers, deciding you needed the comfort of being hidden in your mattress after the embarrassment you’d just experienced. You lied there just staring at the plain, white ceiling for way too long until you let out a loud huff and sat up, before grabbing your computer to start your work. 
Deciding to check your college email before you started, since they were incessant and it was easy to miss something, you scanned down the list of messages in your inbox. Your eyes skimmed through the boxes on the left of your screen, notifications that your professors left feedback on your assignments, the weekly newsletter, club events, a message from Holland, Tom––
You shut your computer immediately, eyes bulging as you held your breath. You swallowed thickly, as you stared into nothing in front of you, your eyes barely taking in anything, your mind a big ball of fuzz. 
After taking a few deep breaths, and telling your overdramatic brain to calm down, you opened the laptop again. Biting your lip, you hovered your mouse over the message, reading over the small bits of information you could see in the preview.
Holland, Tom
Just checking in
Hi Y/N, I just wanted to make  …
You could feel your heart beating through your chest. Oh God––Wanted to make sure what?? The sensible part of your brain said to just open it to figure it out for yourself. But the irrational, idiotic part of your brain was yelling at you to not open it under any circumstance. What if he wanted to make sure you didn’t get the wrong idea? Did he know how you felt about him? Were you that obvious? Maybe he thinks you’re clinically insane and wants to make sure you’re getting the attention you need? You did run off like a crazy person, after all. 
You shut your eyes tight and groaned loudly into your hands. Liz walked in and whistled lowly, taking in everything in front of her. You looked up, confused and looked at the time, realizing it had already been two hours since you first left the dorm, meaning she was done with her classes for the day.
“What’s up?” She took a seat at her desk, propping her legs on the table as she leaned back.
You waved her off, deciding it would be best to let this blow over and ignore it for now. You’d go back when you were in the right state of mind. 
She started telling you about her day and annoyingly, your brain decided today would be the day that it would not shut off. Your brows were furrowed as you tried your best to focus on what your friend was saying, but she wasn’t even looking in your direction, staring up into the air above her as she spoke animated, hands waving around, so she didn’t even notice you struggling to pay attention. 
Your eyes kept flitting back to the screen of your computer, your fingers swiping across the trackpad to turn it back on when the screen’s brightness lowered every now and then. 
Liz looked back at you and stopped her spiel. “Alright what’s up with you?” 
You sighed deeply and looked up at her. “Sorry, sorry. I just––I saw Professor Holland today––”
“Already?” She interrupted you, a goofy smile on her face. “Damn, you work fast.”
You threw the nearest pillow at her, “Shut up! I didn’t fuck him.”
“You should’ve.” She pointed out, holding the pillow to her chest. 
You glared at her until she raised her hands in surrender, then continued, your eyes bouncing from object to object in the room as you babbled. 
“I went to the cafe and I saw him and he came over to me and we started talking––and he whispered in my ear and he was joking around with me and he sipped his tea and he was super close to me and super hot, and I couldn’t handle it so I basically ran off without giving him a chance to say bye.” You took a deep breath, “And then he sent me an email after I saw him and I still haven’t opened it because I’m scared and I don’t know what he said…” You took another breath and looked at your friend, blinking as she just stared at you.
After a moment, she spoke up. “Dude just open the email.”
Your eyes widened almost in offense. “Did you not listen to anything I just said?”
“Yeah you practically fucked in the cafe then you got scared and ran away.” She spoke nonchalantly and you could tell she was fighting off a smile. “Look, eventually you have to open the email anyway, you can’t just ignore it. So just do it and rip the bandaid off.” You were about to speak up when she interrupted you, “I promise it won’t be half as bad as you think. We both know your mind is absolutely filled with the craziest ideas.” 
You huffed and fell back down on the bed, not bothering to argue since you both knew she was right. 
“Shit, I’m starving.” She looked at the time, “Yeah it’s about time for me to eat food.” She stood up, “Come on, let’s go.”
“Can you please get something for me?” She knew you well enough that you didn’t have to tell her what to get. You gave her your best smile and shrugged your shoulders.
“Are you serious.” She looked at you, deadpan, standing like the little emoji of the woman standing in place with her arms at her sides. 
You had to suppress your smile, “What if I see him?” You asked incredulously, lying further in the covers. “I’d rather stay in here and hide, for now.”
“You have class with him tomorrow––”
“That’s why I said for now.”
She cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her things, “You’re ridiculous.”
“Love you!”
“Yeah yeah,” she waved her hand and walked out the door. 
A few moments passed after Liz left and you sat up yet again, putting your computer on your lap as you swiped the trackpad, making the screen light up again. You checked the time, it had been almost an hour since he sent the email, you really shouldn’t make him wait any longer. Not that he’s waiting at all, he probably didn’t even notice that you hadn’t responded.
You inhaled and exhaled slowly, swallowed your nerves and clicked on the email. 
Holland, Tom
Just checking in
Hi Y/N, 
I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. You seemed kind of stressed when you left earlier and I’m hoping it wasn’t because of anything I did. Can we check in tomorrow in my office? Hope everything is going well. 
Warmest Regards,
Professor Holland
He wanted to meet tomorrow after class. In his office. Alone. 
Oh, fuck. You could hear Liz in your head going Yes, fuck. But you quickly shoved her aside. 
You read over the email about five times to make sure you weren’t misinterpreting anything, because that would be even more embarrassing. You clicked the reply button and slowly wrote out your response.
Hi Professor Holland,
Everything is fine, but thank you for asking, I appreciate the concern. I’m free tomorrow after class if you’re available then.
Thank you!
Y/N
You hit send and not even two minutes later, you received a response. 
Hi Y/N,
Perfect! I’ll see you then :)
Warmly,
Professor Holland
How on earth were you supposed to focus on your work now? More importantly, how were you going to focus in class tomorrow?
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The next day, the butterflies in your stomach would not calm down. When you stepped into the class, he was talking to another student and you tried to sneak past to your seat unnoticed. You thought you’d succeeded but once you sat down and looked up, you made direct eye contact with him and you swear you stopped breathing. You barely even recognized the sound of everyone moving around you, getting ready for class to start. 
He parted his lips and reluctantly turned back to the student still talking to him, snapping out of his daze, but not after glancing back at you. You swallowed and sank down in your seat. This was going to be a long class. 
At 1:35, class started. Professor Holland stood up and clasped his hands, making his way to the middle of the floor in front of everybody, his voice reverberating through the room. 
“Good afternoon everybody. Hope you’re all doing well.” His eyes found yours and you bit your lip nervously. You could see him swallow as he watched you, before moving his gaze elsewhere. Was that because of you? Surely, it had to be a coincidence. Maybe you made him uncomfortable. Oh great––
He went on, seemingly unfazed, eyes darting back to you subtly before continuing. The discussion soon turned to the book you’d just been assigned to read. The book was rather lengthy but there were always so many things to talk about within only a few pages––which you loved, so it was taking you all a while to go through everything together in class. 
The conversations often took up a lot of the class time since Professor Holland simply loved talking and he always found everyone’s interpretations interesting and worth exploring––eager to hear our classmates perspectives. He also often said that he was not good at using technology, so he preferred to just talk and show rather than use his computer. Honestly, you found it endearing.
The conversations were always interesting to listen to, people never failed to give you insight on things you hadn’t even thought of before, but sometimes––some people were just a little stupid.
Someone brought up a slightly sexist point that made absolutely no sense but since you weren’t the one to call someone out in front of a room full of people, you stuck to your facial reactions instead of audibly responding. You turned back to the front of the class to see Professor Holland’s opinion to find that he was watching you, trying and failing to suppress his smile. 
He put both hands in his pockets which you found ironic considering they would jump out any time soon––he loved to talk with his hands. His eyes got serious, the smile on his face a little less friendly as he addressed the sophomore who made the comment. “I don’t know if you’re aware of how ludicrously sexist that comment you just made was, but now you know.” He turned to the rest of the class. “Remember to think before you speak. This isn’t to necessarily call anyone out. It’s a warning. Senseless remarks will not only affect my view of you, but your grades as well.” 
He went on and tried to shape the boy’s comment into something appropriate to discuss and you honestly couldn’t focus on anything else he said, you were just looking at him in awe and in shock. Sure, this was the bare minimum, but since it was so rare to see, it was very noticeable and even impressive when you noticed it.
God, you adored this man.
Near the end of class, he announced the next assignment, a paper you’d have to write about a comparison you made between any point in the story, a character, a theme, a hidden meaning, etc. and something in our modern reality, a social norm, a popular belief, etc. Your essays were always very open ended in this class, giving you room to write about almost anything you wanted to. Your professor knew that the assignments would be more enjoyable if there was some choice involved. He truly was good at his job. 
“Look, reading’s hard sometimes, I get it. I’m dyslexic, so trust me, I understand. But I never let that stop me.” He paused to look around the room and it was so silent you could hear each other’s inhales and exhales. The power he had over a room full of around one hundred people was insane, and in a weird way, also turned you on. “I know the book is massive. Listen to the audio books if you have to, I don’t mind. But get the work done either way. It’s not for me, it’s for you. I want you to get the best grade you can in this class.”
“Bring me interesting material. I don’t want to fall asleep reading your work.” He joked and smiled proudly when laughter filled the room. “The essay is due in two weeks. Good luck.”
There were a few thank you’s and goodbyes scattered around the room as he sent everyone off, people scurrying from all sides to the exits. 
You took your time gathering all your things and took a deep breath when the last few people made their way out, silence soon surrounding the both of you. You put your bag over your shoulder and walked down the carpeted steps, suddenly finding the dark grey pattern to be the most interesting things you’ve ever seen––and also watching your steps so that you don’t fall down them in front of him. You could barely hear the soft patter of your shoes as you walked down. When you finally got the main floor you looked up and saw him waiting for you patiently, things in his hands, a smile on his face. 
“Let’s go then, shall we?” You nodded shyly and he led the way, his office only a hallway away from the lecture hall. You found it slightly odd that he didn’t try to make conversation on your way there, since he always loved to. But you tried not to think too hard about it. Maybe he was just tired. 
When you reached his office, he opened the door and let you walk in first. Your eyes immediately scanned the room out of curiosity as you stepped inside, noticing his desk, the wood a dark mahogany which was covered with stacks of papers, picture frames, pens, and a few marvel funko pops––so he really was a fan. You’d never actually been inside of his office before. It was an intimidating thought for you to be in his office with him, alone. You just didn’t want to embarrass yourself. 
You turned to him and gestured to the chair across from his desk, “Do I just––”
“Please,” he interrupted eagerly. “Make yourself comfortable.” 
You took a seat and he set his things down next to his desk before sitting as well. His hair was coiffed to perfection today, curls sculpted nicely, a dark blue suit on his body with a black shirt underneath. He took off the suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair and you could see his veins and muscles bulging and shifting in his arms as he moved. He clasped his hands in front of him on the desk and wow he had nice fingers. You really had to get a grip on yourself––
“How was class today for you? Well, besides that one disappointing comment.”
You smiled, “I always enjoy the class, but yeah that was uh, disappointing as you said.
“I think your interpretations are always very insightful and very interesting. It’s almost a shame that you don’t share them with the whole class but part of me likes it that we keep them between us.” Oh? “Plus, I know how scary it can be talking in front of all those people. I almost shit myself first time I taught that class––”
You let out a surprised laughter and he couldn’t help laugh as well. 
“Shit, sorry! I mean––” He sighed, “Language, sorry. I’m British.” He shrugged, “Can’t help it.”
You shook your head, “It’s okay. Personally I think curse words spice up conversations.” You smiled proudly when he laughed at your joke. 
His smile radiated a more nervous energy after his laughter died off. “When you ran off yesterday, that wasn’t––was that because of me? Because if I did something to make you uncomfortable I’m so sorry.”
You tilted your head, trying to think of a way to explain. “No it wasn’t, well––it kind of was?” You had no idea why you would tell him this, but apparently your mouth was moving without agreeing with your mind first. 
There was almost a pout on his face and you had the sudden urge to reach over the table and smooth it out with your lips. “It’s just, well––You make me just a little bit nervous, to be honest professor.” You looked down at your lap and back up at him timidly.
He raised his brows, “Oh––”
Your smile was strained and you wanted nothing more than to be swallowed whole by the floor. 
“Well that’s not a bad thing, is it?” He looked at you almost, hopefully?
You laughed, “No trust me, it’s not.” Your eyes widened at the realization of what you’d basically just admitted to him and you didn’t know if you should feel embarrassed or relieved when the smirk appeared on his face.
But the words that he uttered next cleared that up for you. “Well, if I’m honest, you make me nervous too, darling. And definitely not in a bad way.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, almost teasing you with how good he looked.
You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly feeling dry, crossing your legs, your thighs squeezing together, and he definitely noticed, his eyes trailing down your body as he licked his lips as well. 
The tension in the room was so thick but you found that you didn’t want to escape it, if anything you wanted to carve your way through it, stay for as long as you could until it snapped. 
Your professor spread his legs, his hands coming down to rub at his thighs as he watched you and the sound of your heartbeat pounding filled your ears. It was almost as if there was an unseen force pulling the two of you together, but before it could there was a knock at the door. 
The both of your heads snapped to the door to find it opening slowly. Jacob, Tom’s teaching assistant popped his head in. You had talked to him a few times, he was always very nice. He didn’t attend every class, but you guessed that he would be attending the next one. “Hey man.” He turned to you and smiled, “Oh hi Y/N.” You waved and let out a small hi in response. He turned back to the professor. “Your next class is starting like––” He looked at his watch. “Now.” 
“Shit, sorry man. Lost track of time.” He got up and you did too, smiling sheepishly as you grabbed your things, getting up from your seat. “I’ll be right there.” Jacob nodded and closed the door.
You both made your way over to the exit slowly, still reeling from what maybe could have happened and what you both obviously thought of. The silence was loud around you, but it wasn’t scary this time. 
“Let me know if you need any help with the upcoming assignment, alright? Don’t be afraid to stop by if you need to.” His gaze dropped down to your lips for a split second before reaching your eyes again. “For anything.” He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t describe but quickly tried to mask it with a smile as he opened the door for you, his eyes practically holding yours captive. 
“Thank you, professor. I will.” 
You stepped out and he watched you for a few moments before closing the door. You looked back, smiling as you caught his eye and as soon as he stepped back in the office, you practically ran out of the building and to your dorm, a stupid grin on your face. 
“Holy shit.”
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When you practically burst into your dorm room, scaring Liz half to death before you told her what happened, let’s just say she wasn’t surprised in the slightest.
“I fucking told you!” She flopped onto her bed, still staring at you pointedly as she did so, a smirk on her face. She pointed at you before dropping her hand down dramatically by her side. “You like, owe me a soda now or something.” 
You rolled your eyes but you were so giddy the smile still hadn’t dropped from your face. “Well I do owe you for getting me lunch yesterday, so maybe I will buy you one.”
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Over the weekend, you started working on the essay for British Literature and you were already about halfway done since the topic you chose actually interested you. But you found yourself questioning if you were writing it properly as you went on. You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted it to be near perfect since you’d found out he paid extra attention to you, or maybe you just wanted to talk to him again––you’d never know. 
After discussing with Liz, you decided you’d stop by his office on Monday afternoon once you were done with your classes. You knew he liked to stay in his office until late at night sometimes, he always said we could stop by whenever, if we needed something. So you decided to take advantage of that, shoving down your anxious thoughts and doing what you wanted. 
Liz may or may not have convinced you to wear a shirt that was––aesthetically pleasing, to put it, specifically in the chest area so you were more than eager to see your professor’s reaction. You were a little nervous, you didn’t want it to seem like you were trying too hard, but you thought you looked good in this shirt, and you had a right to feel good about yourself. Since it was a little chilly outside, you hid it under a sweatshirt for now.
You got to his office and found yourself staring at the dark wood, hesitating to knock on. After taking a deep breath you rapped your knuckles against the door. 
You heard a faint Come in! And you took a deep breath and opened the door slowly to find him sitting at his desk, “Hi Professor Holland.” He was finishing some notes on a student’s essay but his head snapped up immediately at the sound of your voice.
He dropped his pen and sat up, “Please,” he motioned to the seat across from his desk and you smiled gratefully before settling down. “What can I do for you? Everything alright?”
His eyes looked sincere and concerned and you could feel your insides melting a little bit. 
“I just––I really want to do well on this essay,” He nodded for you to continue, “But I’m just not sure if I’m going in the right direction.”
 He nodded understandingly, “Well let’s have a look, shall we?”
You reached down to grab your things when he stood up and walked past you, your eyes following him in confusion. He gestured to the couch, a somewhat impish smile on his face. “Just thought it would be more comfortable––and easier for us to look together, of course.”
You nodded, a small smile on your face as you picked up your bag and sat next to him on the couch. “Right, of course.” It was a loveseat so there wasn’t much room for either of you to distance yourselves.
You got out your computer and opened up the essay. You had already opened it before you got there, not wanting to have to awkwardly wait for it to load. Yes, you overthought things but––it helped sometimes. “I see you came prepared,” he joked and you couldn’t help but smile. He really did notice everything, didn’t he.
“Well I’m really confident about the topic of my essay, I think it’s interesting. But I feel like I may be adding too much into the paper, and I’m not sure if I’m overthinking things or if I should take some things out.” 
“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. I meant it when I said I appreciate having you in my class, you know. I always love reading your work. You write well.” 
“Thank you, professor.” Though you saw his eyes darken at the title, he commented on it.
“You can call me Tom when we’re alone, darling. No need for formalities.”
“But I like calling you professor––” Your hand shot up to cover your mouth and you spoke before he could, ignoring his smile, “I mean um. Tom––Okay I can try that.”
His tongue passed under his teeth, a devilish smirk on his face as he watched you squirm under his gaze. “No you know, now I think professor is growing on me.”
You pursed your lips, rolling your eyes. “Prof––Tom.”
He raised his hands in surrender, “Alright alright.” 
“Why don’t you read it to me? It’s easier to see where you can improve when you hear it out loud.”
You swallowed nervously, nodding your head as you brought your laptop closer to you. “O––Okay.”
You started reading your paper out loud, voice becoming slightly steadier as you went on, two fingers scrolling up the trackpad. He made comments as you read, only praise––and with each compliment you felt yourself getting hotter. Very good. Always write so well. Nice point there. Mhm. Good girl, that’s an excellent point. He shifted his way closer to you gradually as you read on and when his thigh touched yours, you had to tell yourself not to jump from the contact.  
He placed his arm on the back of the couch, basically around your shoulder and you had to smush down the urge to throw your computer and climb into his lap. His thighs did look very inviting with the way he was sitting, though. 
He moved closer to you and you could feel his breath cascading down over your shoulder as he brought his hand to the trackpad, his arm over your thigh, fingers scrolling through to where he had a few suggestions. 
When he finished his few remarks, you could hear the proud smile in his voice. “See, I knew it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. You’re a good writer...” He paused and you turned your head slightly to find his lips mere inches from yours, his eyes trained on your mouth. His words were barely a whisper when he spoke up again, “A good student.” You both leaned in slowly and his hand came up to hold your cheek lightly. “Bet you’d be a good girl for me too.” 
You gasped lightly and leaned forward, giving in and finally pressing your lips to his, both your hands grabbing his jaw. He moaned immediately, his body pressing into yours as you twisted to face him, his other hand coming around your waist to pull you in. You felt your laptop slipping off your thighs and squeaked, making the both of you laugh and pull away, flustered. 
“Careful, love.” Tom grabbed the computer and put it down on the floor gently, confirming that you saved your work before pushing the lid closed. 
The air in the room was hot, thanks to Tom in general, but also thanks to what you just did. So you pulled away and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Tom’s pout when he thought you were getting up to leave. Since there wasn’t much space on the couch, you stood up to take your hoodie off and you heard his breath hitch when his eyes fell upon the shirt you were wearing. “Christ-”
“Now what’s this?” Tom said almost to himself, his eyes staring at you in wonder and awe. “Never seen this little number before.” He noticed the clothes you wore? His hands were already aching to feel you again, reaching out for you subconsciously and you bit your lip to calm your smile as you sat back down, letting your sweater fall to the floor softly. 
“What, this old thing?” You joked, looking down at the shirt––yeah, you looked good. “You like it?” You looked up at him, a cheekily innocent look in your eyes.
He put his hands around your waist and pulled you into his lap, enjoying the gasp it elicited from you. You put your hands gingerly on his shoulders and the way he was looking up at you made you never want to leave this position ever again. You tilted your head and licked your lips and Tom couldn’t take it anymore, he kissed you again, hands gripping you firmly, anchoring you to him. He pulled away after a good while, wanting to look at you again, his lips parted, practically panting like an animal. You really had an effect on him, but he did the same to you. 
His eyes were taking you in, basically capturing a mental image for later. “God, you look heavenly, darling.” You squirmed in his lap and bit your lip when you felt a bulge growing underneath you. He leaned forward and left a trail of kisses on the tops of your breasts, leaving a few teasing nips and sucks here and there. You squealed, your hands coming up to run your fingers through his hair. You pulled his head up by his hair and the look in his eyes looked absolutely feral––like he wanted to eat you. 
You were about to lean in and kiss him again when a knock at the door surprised the both of you. You both jumped off of the couch as Tom threw out excuses. “Yeah just a second!” You straightened out your shirt as Tom did the same to his pants and you picked up your things. 
When he saw that you were settled, he took a deep breath and answered the door. His colleague and best friend Professor Osterfield, was standing there, a grin on his face. “You div, are you ever going to be on time for our monthly meetings?––” He stood up straight when he noticed you standing behind Tom. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company.” He looked between the two of you and it seemed as though he pieced everything together. Maybe Tom had told him about you? If he did, you wouldn’t be worried Tom didn’t seem like the type to tell unreliable people his business––and they were best friends after all.
You smiled at him in acknowledgement as moved aside to let you pass. “Sorry,” you looked between the both of them, “I’ll let you get to whatever you have to go to.” You looked at Tom once you were out of his office, “Thank you for the feedback, professor.”
You could see him fighting off his smirk before he replied, “Of course.” His stare was impenetrable as he looked at you, “Feel free to come by whenever.” You could see the hidden meaning in his words and let the hint of a smile show, before nodding and walking off.
Harrison looked at him, a pitiful smile on his face. “I hope you know what you’re doing, mate. You should be careful, for the both of you.”
Tom sighed, not wanting to have this conversation. “I know, man. Let’s go.” 
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You found yourself missing Tom as soon as you left. God, this was kind of pathetic. But at least your feelings weren’t necessarily one sided––he did say you made him nervous too after all. You doubt he’d say that if he just wanted to fuck you––he was better than most men. And sure you might be a little biased, but at the end of the day he had a good heart and he was educated. So bonus. 
When you stepped into your dorm, your roommate was sitting on her bed, snacks in hand as she looked at you expectantly. “Now these,” she gestured to the food on her bed, “are either for a story time, to rebuild your energy or both.” 
You laughed and changed into your pajamas, starting to tell your best friend about everything that just happened. She often interrupted with her reactions and comments.
Oh. My. God.
Shut. Up.
You’re fucking lying! 
“But we didn’t fuck.”
“Boo––”
“Yes, boo.” You laughed, “Professor Osterfield knocked at the door and dragged him off to a meeting so.” You shrugged.
“Professor Osterfield...is that the hot blond one?” You nodded and she continued expressing her feelings for the man. “I’d let him teach me a few things––”
“Literally bye.”
She laughed, “What? Come on have you seen him––”
“I’m a little preoccupied with another professor to be honest.”
She nodded, handing you a bag of chips as you settled in your bed. “True. And oh how lucky you are.” You smiled in agreement. 
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Today was the day the essay was due and though you normally handed it in at the beginning of class, for once, you didn’t and you could feel Tom’s gaze following you as you walked up the steps to your seat without so much as a glance in his direction. You’d stopped by his office a few times over the past two weeks since Harrison interrupted you, but you never did anything more than kissing and grinding. You were both too scared of getting caught, but that doesn’t mean you hadn’t thought about doing more in there.  
Tom liked to have physical copies of the essays, just in case technology decides it’s against him (his words), so everyone had until 8pm tonight to drop it off by his office. You were definitely going to use that to your advantage. 
You didn’t wear anything provocative to class, you didn’t really want that kind of attention today, plus you knew that Tom’s interest in you wasn’t solely based on your appearance. So you put the revealing items on under your clothing. And honestly, the thought that no one knew what you were wearing underneath it all only excited you even further. 
You crossed your legs, relieving your tension and biting your lip as class went on, enjoying how flustered Tom would be every time he looked at you. You felt so submissive when you were alone with him, but when you were in public like this? Free to tease him subtly from a distance? That’s where you had all the power. 
You had him blushing and stuttering throughout the whole class, though it wouldn’t have been easy for everyone else to notice, for you it was so obvious. He kept rubbing his hands together, pacing around as his eyes darted to you every few minutes. At one point he went over to sit down at his desk, which he rarely did while teaching––and you were fairly certain it was to hide a bulge in his pants. All thanks to you. 
In the middle of the class, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag and pulled it out just to see if it was an emergency. You were pleasantly surprised and could feel your whole body react when you noticed who the message was from.
Tom: Having fun, are you?
Your eyes shot up to the front of the room and you bit your lip to contain your smile when you noticed him glaring at you.
Y/N: I always have fun in this class, professor ;)
You put your phone away afterwards and focused on the class, knowing it was killing Tom that you weren’t giving him more attention. Your heart was racing and your panties had a wet patch by the time class was over. You had a feeling he was going to try to keep you after class, so you hurried up and gathered your things, sighing in relief when a few students went up to his desk to talk to him. 
You smirked to yourself and headed straight for the door, your head high on your shoulders. But just as you were about two feet from the exit, Tom spoke up. 
“I assume I’ll be seeing you later, Miss Y/L/N?”
You turned around, eyes slightly widening as you noticed him, the group of students near him.
He smirked slyly, “To turn in your paper, remember?” His eyes were giving you a knowing look.
You swallowed, nodding as you smiled at him innocently. “Of course, professor.” You enjoyed the way his eyes darkened only slightly, only noticeable to you. “See you then.” With that you walked out.
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You practically skipped to his office at around 7:45, before knocking at the door, four knocks in a specific pattern––the code you’d made together. 
“Come in, darling!”
You walked in and quickly shut the door, a chuckle escaping you. “You know someone could hear you from the outside one day, right?”
He shrugged, “I’ll just blame it on my accent. Could call everyone darling, they don’t know any better.”
You laughed. “Okay well––Professor Holland,” you said, loving the way he looked at you when you uttered his title. “I brought this for you.” You took out the printed essay and placed it on his desk.
He pushed his chair out, his eyes following your every move as he spread his legs. “Oh is that right?” 
You took the invitation and took your reserved seat in his lap, linking your arms around his neck as you looked down at him. “Mhm, still want a good grade in this class you know. You are my favorite professor after all.”
He smirked smugly, licking his lips. “And you,” he kissed your lips before pulling away briefly, “Are my favorite girl.” He brought his hands up your back and pulled you into him as he kissed you again. This time, longer and deeper, wanting to feel you as much as possible. “Teased me so much in class today.” You smiled into the kiss and he continued, “Almost wanted to take you over my knee right there in front of everyone.” 
You moaned audibly and he brought his hand up to your neck, gripping you softly but firmly, giving you room to pull away if you didn’t approve. When you leaned further into his grip, he grinned and pulled you closer. You started grinding down on him, basking in the desperate groans and sighs you were coaxing out of him, the way his movements became more frantic as he bucked into you. 
After debating with yourself in your head for a moment––struggling to think properly with his hands all over you, you got off of his lap and smiled at the small whines of protest he let out before reaching for his belt. You made eye contact with him and noticed how wide his eyes were, hopeful, hungry, but hesitant. 
His hands reached for yours, “You don’t have to, darling. If anything I should be doing this first. God knows I’ve thought about it.”
You pouted, trying your best to ignore his words and focus on the task at hand. “But I want to,” you kissed his cheek, “I wanna make you feel good, professor.” He nodded, barely able to speak.
“Yeah? You wanna be a good girl for me?” 
You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as he pulled himself out of his trousers. “More than anything. Wanna make up for earlier.” You got down on your knees, mouth practically salivating at the way his member stood tall against his abdomen, his tip leaking with precum. 
Your hand wrapped around him just as a knock sounded at the door. Professor?
The both of your eyes widened, the both of you looking around for some sort of answer before he ushered you under the desk, tucking himself back in hastily, pulling his chair as much as he could and sitting at the edge, hiding his unbuttoned and unbuckled pants. Luckily for the both of you, the back of the desk reached the floor, so whoever it was wouldn’t be able to see you hiding underneath. “Uh––Come in!”
The person walked in and you recognized the sound of her voice, she often spoke up in the lectures. You couldn’t remember her name, though. You do, however, remember that she often spoke up only to get Tom’s attention. You’d heard her gush about him in the halls just outside his class in the hopes of him hearing her. You couldn’t blame her, but the thought still irked you. “I just wanted to give you my paper. I hope it’s not too late.” 
Tom checked the time on his watch, 7:58. “Nope,” he laughed breathlessly, trying to compose himself, “Not too late at all, in fact just in time.” 
She handed her paper to Tom and he gave her a tight-lipped smile, trying his best not to think about the fact that your hands were trailing up his thighs and that he could feel your warm breath hitting the exposed part of his member––he really hadn’t payed attention when he tucked himself back in. 
Before he could send the girl who’s name you still hadn’t remembered off, she took a seat across from him and he swallowed nervously, a little frustrated since he was so close to getting his cock in his girl’s mouth. 
It seemed that you somehow read his thoughts because as soon as the girl kept talking for another two minutes, you pulled his member out and stroked him, licking up his shaft and he tensed, taking every ounce of self control he had not to look down at you. His hand reached down and held your cheek gently, just wanting to feel you. You nuzzled into his palm and he had to bite his lip to suppress his smile, not wanting the student across from him to think his endearing expression was meant for her. 
You honestly completely tuned out all the words she was saying, your sole focus pleasuring Tom. But you didn’t miss the flirty and falsely innocent tone in her voice. You couldn’t see her but she was no doubt batting her eyelashes at him as well. 
When she made a comment about how good his shirt looked on him, you couldn’t help yourself, you sucked his tip into your mouth with no warning, making him groan unexpectedly. You paused, eyes wide and playful as your mouth stayed around him.
“Are you okay professor?” 
He let out a strained smile, “Yes, Emma, Sorry––” So her name was Emma. “I just uh banged my knee on the desk.”
She hummed a small okay and went on.
He caught your eye, trying his best to keep his expression neutral, but boy was it hard. Especially when you were looking up at him like that, with his cock in your mouth. You licked around his tip and lowered your mouth around him and he had to force himself to focus on the girl who was still talking to him.
You were not playing fair but quite frankly you didn’t care. You were making him feel good and yourself too. Your hand was pumping him, your tongue swirling around him as quietly as you could, while your other hand found its place between your thighs. 
In the middle of Emma’s speech, Tom’s eyes drifted down and widened, his breath getting caught in his throat when he noticed your other hand, moving between your legs. He stuttered out an excuse, unable to tear his eyes away from you for a moment, “Uh, Emma I’m so sorry––I just have so much work to do, but feel free to come back––” he paused to swallow when you sucked harder around him in reaction to his invitation. “Come back next week if you have any problems or anything else you’d like to discuss.”
She hesitantly but respectfully said goodbye and was on her way, closing the door behind her.
Tom’s hands immediately shot down to hold your head, his mouth dropped open as he watched you, approaching his high. “Shit, that’s it darling that’s it. So fucking good for me.”
“I’m gonna cum––” he warned. You simply hummed around him and sped up your movements, feeling yourself clench as he panted, his hips bucking slightly as he came into your mouth. You unfortunately weren’t able to cum but you were sure there’d be other chances. You popped off of him and swallowed his load before licking up his length teasingly slow. “Fuck, such a good girl.”
He pulled his chair out and brought you up to stand between his legs, tiling his head to look up at you, his hands rubbing up and down the backs of your thighs absentmindedly. “Was someone a little jealous?”
You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but failing to fix your annoyed facial expression. “Maybe.”
He tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, chuckling as he squeezed your cheek. “I’m yours.” He pecked your lips, before looking in your eyes, “And I’m most definitely repaying the favor when we get home. I mean––if you want to, of course.” Home. 
You couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah––Okay.” 
You’d never been to Tom’s house before so this felt like sort of a big deal to you, but you were going to try and calm your racing thoughts and heart. You and Tom agreed that you would go around the corner of the building for him to pick you up in his car, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you.
As soon as you were settled in, seatbelt on, Tom drove off and honestly the thrill of having to hide was exciting to the both of you. His hand was gripping your thigh throughout the whole drive and you could tell it was meant as a reminder that he was there for you, but also that he could barely contain himself. 
Seeing Tom drive you, the flashing street lights illuminating his face, highlighting his jawline, his hand gripping your thigh––this was a sight you knew you wanted to see more. The intimacy of it all made you warm inside and the feeling of Tom’s fingertips digging into your skin only riled you up further.
You leaned over to kiss his cheek and he smiled at the feeling of your soft lips drifting over his skin. “Darling––” His words were cut off by a harsh moan when you trailed your lips down to his sweet spot, the noise almost too loud for the quiet, tense air in the car.
You teased, licked and bit at his skin, not afraid to leave marks. It was Friday now, if anyone saw them on Monday, they would just assume he’d had an eventful weekend. Honestly, the thought that no one would know that you were the one who left those marks excited you––it would be a secret between you and Tom, a thing for the two of you to share on your own.
Tom’s hands were now gripping the wheel and your thigh with force, trying to get his bearings. “You’re being very naughty today, love. Can’t say that I don’t love it though.”
You smiled sinfully into his neck, continuing your actions. Your hand slid over his thigh teasingly slow to rest on his bulge, fingers squeezing ever so softly and he practically jolted in his seat. “Christ––love unless you want me to crash this car I suggest you stop.”
You pulled away, satisfied with how much you’d riled him up. He almost whined at the loss of contact, subconsciously upset that you’d actually stopped. But as your hand reached back down to find its place between your thighs, his tone shifted. 
“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine. That’s my job.”
You actually felt a shiver pass through your body and you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of his dominant voice, excited for what was to come.
When you made it to his apartment, you barely had time to take in the scenery and take off your shoes and jackets before he dragged you to his room. But from what you saw, the decor was simple but elegant, much like Tom. His bedroom was the same, but again, you weren’t too focused on it.
He turned on the dim light in his room, wanting to be able to see you as he pleased you. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, looking deep into your eyes. “You still want this?” 
You nodded absolutely certain. “Want you to take me.”
His pupils dilated and he pulled your shirt up and over your head, licking his lips, eyes widening when he noticed what you were wearing and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Christ, were you wearing this all day?” 
You nodded again. “The underwear’s matching too. Wanna see?”
He got down on his knees, a teasing but desperate tone to his voice. “You’re a smart girl, don’t ask stupid questions.” He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down along with your socks, mouth dropping open as he got to see the full set. 
You ran your hands up and down your body teasingly as he stood up. “Do you like it?”
He shook his head, smiling in disbelief, “Again with the silly questions, love.” He leaned in to kiss you, pulling away to take off his clothes. “You look like a goddess, darling.” You could feel your skin heating up from his words and his stare. He pulled you in for another kiss before bringing you onto the bed.
You lied down in the middle and spread your legs, waiting for him eagerly as he lied down between them. “Can’t fucking wait to taste you, love.” 
He pulled your panties over to the side and licked into you, his tongue softly swiping through your folds. His eyes rolled back as he moaned into you, “Taste just as perfect as you look.” He slid his hands around your thighs and pulled you in closer, smiling at the small squeak you let out.
His tongue was exploring you, finding all the spots and all the tricks that made your toes curl and your breath hitch. He was keeping this all to memory, memorizing the way you feel, the way you look. When your breaths quickened and your fingers tugged at his curls, he locked his arm around your stomach, slid one, then two fingers inside of you and sped up his movements, moving his head from side to side as he hummed onto your clit. 
Your body tensed and you held onto him for dear life as the knot in your stomach gave out, the pleasure spreading all throughout your body. Your mouth dropped open in ecstasy, your neck craning back and Tom couldn’t look away from you. You looked like a painting and he wanted to commit it to memory. 
He let go of you and kissed his way up your body, soothing you with his lips. Your legs were still twitching slightly, your stomach clenching and unclenching when his kisses reached your cheek. “Look so pretty when you come for me.” He kissed along your jaw, “Can’t believe you’ve deprived me of such a beautiful sight for so long.” He kissed your lips and tugged your bottom one between his teeth, before looking at you, eyes wide, “You gonna give me the privilege of seeing it again?” 
You smiled, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks. “You can see it whenever you want. As long as you’re the one making it happen.” You pulled him to you and kissed him, the both of you moaning into the small gaps between your mouths. 
He started to pull away but you whined and pulled him back making him smile. “I’ve gotta get a condom, love.”
He tried to get up again but you pulled him back down, “M’on the pill Tommy.” You looked up at him, pouting and he almost gasped––the effect you had on him was insane. “Just fuck me please.”
He didn’t need anymore convincing, grabbing a hold of his cock and swiping it through your folds, groaning out loud at how good your wetness felt. You bucked your hips and realizing you were getting desperate, he finally slid into you and all your senses immediately tuned into him. 
Just like your dream––All of your senses were in overdrive. All you could feel were the hands tracing every curve of your body, playing you like a toy they’d made themselves. All you could hear was that sweet, rough voice telling you praises and calling you endearing names as your whole body shivered from the pleasure. 
His eyes were watching your face, taking you in as he thrusted into you, making sure you were enjoying everything he was giving you. You felt absolutely amazing and so did he. “So perfect for me, darling. That’s it.” He bit his lip and sped up, making your jaw drop as you stared into his eyes, completely open and vulnerable to him. His touch was tantalizing, even better than your fantasies which only meant you’d become more addicted to him and what he could do to you.
He grunted, angling his hips when he found your spot, hitting it over and over, bringing his hand down to play with your clit. “Told you I wanted to see you cum again, pretty girl. So you’re gonna cum then I’m gonna fill you up. That sound okay?”
You nodded eagerly, eyes watching his every move as your hands gripped his arms, your thighs burning invitingly as they stretched around him with every thrust. Then you uttered that one word that always had him almost inappropriately weak for you. “Want to be full of you, professor.”
His jaw slacked and he paused for a slight moment before picking up his pace, faster than before, hips chasing after both your highs, fingers still rubbing you just the way he learned, just the way you liked. “Fuck-–”
A few more thrusts and flicks of his wrist and you were tensing under him, your pussy clenching around him as he let out broken curses and moans, losing his rhythm and releasing into you with a groan. 
He rested some of his weight on you for a moment, the both of you smiling and laughing breathlessly as you took in the moment. Your hands came up to play with his curls and he sighed, leaning into your touch. He lowered his head into the crook of your neck and left a few soft kisses, coaxing some sighs from you as well.  
After a moment, he rolled over and took you with him, making you nuzzle further into him, his arm wrapped around you, your leg slung over his waist. His hand was rubbing up to your ass and down to your thigh, lulling you to sleep while simultaneously riling you up again. 
He kissed your forehead and you kissed his chest in response. “That was fucking amazing, love.”
You nodded and hummed in agreement, “Even better than my dreams.”
He pulled back to look at you, you could hear his heartbeat quicken and you tried to hide your face in his chest. “You had dreams about this too?”
That made you lift your head up to look at him. You could see in his eyes that he wasn’t joking but you were still slightly shocked. “Too?”
He smiled, licking his lips, “Well maybe we should discuss them, and try them out for ourselves.” His hand found its way between your legs again, making you moan but that didn’t stop you from responding.
You nodded, “For research purposes, of course.”
“Of course.” He grinned, “See, I knew I taught you well.” He leaned in to kiss you deeply, “My girl’s the perfect student.” 
You spent hours exploring each other's bodies as you reenacted your dreams, both exceeding each other's expectations every time. By the time you fell asleep in each other's arms, it was late at night and you were sweaty, and tired, but overwhelmingly pleased.
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The next Friday, it was halloween. Liz had somehow convinced you to go to a halloween party with her. On top of that it was a frat party. And even worse, you dressed up as a school girl because it was all last minute and you didn’t have any time to get a costume. 
“Oh come on Y/N, you look hot!”
You turned in the full length mirror to look at your ass that was almost visible in this mini skirt. “You think so?”
“Duh.”
And that’s all the convincing you needed to go out. You needed a little college fun. You hadn’t been to a party in who knows how long because you were always focusing on your work. You deserved this. Also Liz said it was a celebration of your “lay”, yes, she said lay. 
“I’m just saying you cannot let me get with him again.”
“Liz it’s literally his frat house that we’re going to and we both know you have little to no self control.”
“Well damn. You couldn’t have sugar coated it?”
“What, you want me to throw a packet of splenda on you?” You joked.
She shoved you, “Dude shut up,” she laughed.
You looked down at your bare thighs that were only partly covered by your thigh high socks and rubbed your arms, regretting not bringing a jacket when Liz spoke up again. “Oh shit, is that Professor Holland?”
Your eyes shot up and made direct eye contact with him. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweats but he still looked great as usual. His eyes trailed down your body and soon your shivers were no longer because of the cold. 
“I’ll just wait here.” Liz said suggestively and you walked over to Tom. 
“H–Hi.”
He put his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to touch you, he didn’t know who was around. “Well hello to you too.” He looked into your eyes, a smirk on his face. You rubbed your arms quickly for warmth, and Tom had to control himself to not look at your chest, even though he could see your nipples hardening from the weather through your shirt. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and take you home. 
“Any plans?” You asked.
“No, I'm just about to go home. I’m uh guessing you have somewhere to be?” His eyes traced your figure again.
“Yeah um me and Liz are going to a frat party.” You pointed back to your friend and gave him a small smile and shrug. “She convinced me.”
He wanted to kiss you so bad but he had to restrain himself.
“Be safe tonight, yeah?” His eyes were comforting, as they always were, but this felt almost more personal? Almost like he didn’t want you to go. And honestly, after seeing him, you almost didn’t want to either. You never defined your relationship with him, so honestly right now he was like a friend with benefits––professor with benefits, if you will. 
You nodded, licking your lips nervously. “O––Okay. I will. You be safe too!”
His eyes followed you as you walked off, your friend pulling you along, obviously whispering to you, probably about him. You looked so fucking good and everyone else was going to see that too. It’s not like he owned you or anything, but part of him really wished he could claim you, openly care for you and be affectionate. His thoughts were a mix of wholesome and raunchy and he had no idea how to act.
He almost felt wrong but he couldn’t get the thoughts out of his mind, the way you looked up at him sheepishly, the innocent look in your eyes while you were wearing that mini skirt. His cock was bulging in his boxers ever since he first laid eyes on you. When he got home, he made his way to his bed, undressing almost immediately. Lying down in the middle of the bed, just where you were days before brought a flood of memories into his mind, only making his member throb even more. He tugged at his cock, spitting in his hand to make it slick.
Images of you were flashing in his mind as he sped up his movements, desperate for a release. 
He was dying to get a taste of you again. The memory of the way you felt under his fingertips, the way your muscles clenched when he hit the right spots. The way you tasted when you were dripping onto his tongue. The way you looked at him when you came, your lips parted to release broken moans and whimpers. The way your fingers gripped his curls as your body tensed. It was all enough to make him spill over his hand, his breaths coming out in quick pants as his head dropped back onto the pillow.
“Fuck.” He really had it bad for you. 
❊❊❊❊
Tom had texted you during class on Tuesday to meet him in his office when you were done with classes for the day. When you stepped into the room, he locked the door immediately, bringing you over to his desk, his lips chasing yours. Screw worrying about people hearing you, he wanted you. Now. 
“God, just seeing you in that tight little costume––you have no idea how badly I wanted to ravish you. The thought of all those dumb frat boys seeing you in all your glory like that––I was absolutely beside myself.” So that’s what this was about. His hand came up to hold your cheek, his eyes fiercely staring into yours and you nuzzled into his touch, your hand holding his wrist softly and his eyes softened at the sight of you.
“I’m gonna absolutely devour you.” You gasped and he smiled, pulling your pants along with panties down. He sat you down on his desk and got down on his knees, licking his lips. “As soon as I got a taste of you, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go without it ever again.” He kissed your thigh, looking up at you. “You gonna let me have a taste again? Wanna make you feel good, lovie.”
You nodded, swallowing roughly, “Y––Yeah. Yes please.”
He chuckled breathlessly, “Such a polite little thing you are.” He kissed his way from your inner thigh to your center before licking a torturously slow stripe from your hole to your clit. You let out a sigh and gripped the desk, your fingertips becoming lighter at how hard you were already holding it.
His hands held your thighs open, putting them over his shoulders, holding you in place. His tongue was languidly licking you up and down, savoring your taste and your moans, coaxing them out of you one by one, nonstop. He looked up at you and your breath got caught in your throat, the look in his eyes fierce, almost as if he could see your bare soul and he clearly liked what he saw. He brought his lips to close around your heat after every other swipe of his tongue, passionately kissing your heat. 
“So fucking good, angel. Always the best for me.”
You nodded, licking your lips, one of your hands coming to grab at his curls, making him growl into you. “Only for you, Tommy.”
He didn’t stop his tongue or his lips until you came, your back arching, fingers frantically grabbing for whatever you could hold, lip trapped between your teeth to muffle the moans that so desperately wanted to escape into the quiet air of the room. He kept going until you had to pull his head away from you, overwhelmed by all the pleasure and scared that you would scream and alert everyone in the building about what you were up to.
His hands were caressing your thighs, eyes looking at you in awe, almost too innocently for what you’d just done. He stood up between your legs and leaned in to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and his lips. 
He pulled away to look at you, hands holding your hips as your legs wrapped around his waist. You brought your arms up to link around his neck, looking up at him appreciatively and absolutely spent. “So do you think I should wear school girl outfits more often?”
He laughed, his hands holding you tighter, “If you do, my head is never leaving between your thighs.”
You smiled cheekily, batting your lashes at him. “Promise?”
He’d never gotten down on his knees quicker in his life. Let’s just say it took you another hour before you left his office.
 ❊❊❊❊
Over the past few weeks it had become a routine for you to go over to Tom’s office to seemingly “work on your assignments and review,” so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to show up unannounced Friday afternoon. Without meaning to, though, it seemed you showed up a little too early, and ended up overhearing part of Tom and Harrison’s conversation. 
“I can tell Y/N means a lot to you, mate. Don’t lie.” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you skidded just in front of the door, about to turn the corner inside. You backed up and stayed pressed to the wall. Luckily no one really stopped by this side of the building at this time on a Friday, so no one would find you snooping around in the middle of the hallway. 
“No I just––”
No. He said no––Okay you weren’t going to freak out. This always happens in the movies, and then the main character runs away before hearing the most important part and they overreact. So you decided to just...wait it out. 
So you waited and waited. And the more the silence overwhelmed you, the louder it got. You could feel the tears starting to form in your eyes because you really thought your feelings were mutual. But just as you inched your foot backwards to walk away, he spoke up again, his voice quiet. 
“She means everything to me, man. I––It scares me, honestly. I just don’t want to mess it up.” 
This time the tears fully formed in your eyes, but for the absolute opposite reason. You smiled and wiped at your eyes, not even bothering to hide anymore as you turned the corner, surprising Tom, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance. Harrison turned around to see you and his gaze filled with concern as well. 
“Tom––” your voice was quiet but there was a smile on your face. 
“Darling––” He rushed over to you and grabbed your hands, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs to catch the few tears that escaped. “What’s wrong, are you alright?”
Your hands came up to hold his wrists as you looked into his eyes, “I heard you talking.” 
His face dropped in realization and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 
Harrison cleared his throat and subtly made his way out, “You guys have some things to discuss.” He put a hand on your shoulder and you both smiled at each other appreciatively before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. 
Tom took your hands and brought you over to the couch. “I hope I didn’t scare you off, love.”
You shook your head immediately, even climbing in his lap to prove him wrong and he smiled gratefully. “No! It’s just that we never really talked, you know, about us.” He nodded and you took that as a sign to continue, enjoying the way his hands subconsciously slipped under your shirt to rub at your skin soothingly. “I like you Tom, obviously. But I like you a lot.” You linked your hands behind his neck. “I think I might be falling for you.”
His eyes started tearing up as well, as he smiled, “Yeah well, I think I’ve already fallen for you, darling.” 
You looked into his eyes and your smile brightened, “Okay maybe I lied––I’ve definitely already fallen for you as well.”
You both laughed lovingly, pulling each other in for a sweet kiss.“Look,” Tom started, licking his lips. “I don’t know what this means for our future, but all I know is I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.” 
You kissed his lips softly, “Well I don’t plan on leaving any time soon either.” 
“Good.” He looked at you and you felt as though your soul was out and open for him to hold and love. “Cause you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N and I don’t ever want to lose you.” 
You could feel your eyes tearing up again. This felt good. This felt like home.
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I Wanna Wear Your Tie
Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, she’s of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?
Warning: 18 + SMUT (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)
Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader
Word count: 4081
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Tom knew from the first time you walked into class he was going to have a hard time. Not because you were a trouble maker, he heard from your other professors that you were an extremely bright and well rounded student, but because you liked to wear the shortest sundresses he’d ever seen. Tom knew he fucked up by developing a crush on his student. It was immoral and he could lose the job he worked so hard to get. 
Tom had been staring at the email all weekend, debating all his choices. He knew the right thing to do was to report it and let the school handle everything, but a big part of him told himself to do otherwise.
Dear Professor Holland,
I want to wear your tie while you fuck me
Love Y/N
Tom let out a deep breath as he rubbed his eyes, refreshing his inbox once more in hopes you had sent another email, an explanation or maybe even an apology, anything that would avoid him having to send the response that he had drafted Friday night after he received your message. Of course as the hours passed he knew that hoping was pointless, Tom sighed looking over his drafted email for what seemed like the 100th time before hitting send. 
Ms. Y/L/N
In regards to your last email I have no choice but to report it to the school. I do, however, acknowledge that you are one of my highest scoring students so it is only fair that I give you a chance to explain yourself. Please meet me in my office Monday after class
Professor Holland
Little did Tom know you were freaking out, spending Saturday nursing your hangover from partying Friday night. It was a drunken mistake, you would’ve never sent the email had you been sober but leave it to the vodka to let you do something stupid.
You had one day to come up with some apology and still couldn’t find the right words. Countless drafts saved in your notes app, but none good enough to express the regret you felt by sending that email. Of course time wasn’t on your side and the hours moved faster than usual. Finally it was Monday afternoon and you sat in your door waiting for your final class of the day, his class
“Maybe if you just tell him it was a mistake he’ll understand” Your roommate Kendra laughed as she looked at your computer, you’d been rereading the email for hours, hoping it would go away. Glancing at the clock you sighed, “I have his class in an hour, how am I going to face him”
“You could skip”
“I’m already in enough trouble as it is I can’t skip class” You sighed, closing the laptop as you moved to put on your shoes, “I’ll just give the best apology he’s ever heard of and hopefully it’ll all work out”
Kendra chuckled, “who knows maybe you’ll get exactly what you wanted”. You rolled your eyes, “I’ll text you after class”
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Tom watched as you entered class, his eyes trailing over your outfit, you were wearing his favorite dress, white with blue flowers. He chuckled at your innocent appearance but frowned when he noticed you taking a seat in the back instead of your usual seat in the front.
You showed up to class right on time, looking at your feet to avoid any eye contact with Tom. It was hard to concentrate when all you could think about was that stupid email. It didn’t help that he was wearing a tie today, the same tie you’d imagine him gagging you with on most nights. You shook your head trying to focus on forming an apology that wasn’t absolutely pathetic
“Alright class is over, If you have any questions about the assignment you can” his gaze shifted towards you, “email me”
Your eyes widened as you distracted yourself by putting your things in your bag. As if the universe wanted to see you completely embarrass yourself in front of the teacher you’d been crushing on all semester, you piled out the class with the rest of the students, trudging down the hallway towards his office. You stood outside the door for a few minutes, pacing back and forth as you tried to compose yourself. You took a deep breath, gathering all your courage as you knocked on the door 
“Come in” You heard his muffled voice from behind the door. You took a deep breath as you twisted the door knob walking into the well lit office. 
“Hi Professor, you said you needed to see me” You say trying to seem innocent. He cleared his throat pointing to the leather seat in front of his desk, “Please have a seat” 
Slowly you make your way to the seat, placing your bag on the floor as you stare at him. Tom took a deep breath, opening the email as he passed you his laptop, “When I get an email from my brightest student I expected a question about her latest essay not this”
Your face heated in embarrassment as you handed him the laptop, “Professor I’m so sorry I was very drunk Friday night and I know that isn’t an excuse but I didn’t mean to send that. If I could take it back I would just please don’t report this”
Tom watched as tears slowly began to trail down your face, “y/n I’m not going to report you”. 
You looked at him in disbelief, “Seriously”
“but you’re not getting off that easily” He closed his laptop, “You’ll be spending the week and your weekend helping me grade papers”
You let out a sigh of relief, “thank you professor I’m really sorry it ever happened”
Tom chuckled, “You’re one of the smartest girls in my class. I would hate to see you get in trouble because of one drunk mistake” You wiped your tears away, feeling yourself relax now that you knew you weren’t going to be in too much trouble. “After all you’re only young once, just try to keep your thoughts in a diary and not your emails”
You chuckled, picking up your bag as you got up to leave, “will do professor”
///
Tom instantly regretted his decision. Don’t get him wrong, having the extra help was amazing but it was hard to concentrate when all you wore were short dresses. He spent all week sitting at his desk, too afraid to get up for fear that his body would betray him and you see the hard on he was trying desperately to get rid of. Seeing you in class was hard enough but when he watched you in what seemed like your natural element it changed something in him.
He watched as you sat on the couch in his office, your hair tied back and your glasses slowly sliding down your face, every once in a while you had to push them back in place. Tom couldn’t help but smile at the faces you made while reading the essays, a look of annoyance when you read over an obvious mistake or the way your eyebrows furrowed when you wrote the feedback. He tried his hardest to keep his laughter inside whenever you got distracted and drew little faces in the margins. He hated to admit it, it made him feel terrible, but he was a professor falling for his student
“Professor I’m not sure about this” You said getting up from the couch as you walked towards his desk. Your voice knocked him out of his trance as he watched you hand the paper to him, “See the evidence goes along with the topic sentence but the explanation is still choppy” 
You watched as Tom took the paper from you, your breathing hitching when his hands grazed over yours. You shook your head reminding yourself that you were already here because your stupid feelings and if you kept letting yourself indulge in what was supposed to be your punishment you were going to end up in the deans office.
“I see what you mean,” Tom said looking over the paper, “just circle the paragraph and place it in the pile and I’ll look over it later.” He looked up, surprised to see how close you were to him, your chest inches away from his face. It was just his luck that you decided to wear a low cut dress today.
“Okay” You replied, taking the paper from him as you slowly moved back to the couch. Tom glanced at the clock noticing how late it was getting, “Well it’s getting late and you probably want to spend the you weekend somewhere way entertaining than here so you can leave, punishment over”
“Are you sure? I still owe you two more days and it doesn’t feel fair to end my punishment early” You said, grabbing another paper. You weren’t sure if you wanted to stay because it actually felt unfair or if you really just wanted an excuse to keep spending time with him. 
“Well if you insist, '' he chuckled, a part of him happy that you weren’t eager to leave, “But we can finish this tomorrow afternoon, I’ll walk you out”
You gathered your things, meeting Tom at the door where he waited for you, his hand resting on your back as he guided you out the room, locking the door behind him. “It’s dark, I’ll walk you to your car, Where are you parked?” Tom said looking at the parked cars on the street
“I don’t drive” You said awkwardly, “But my dorm is only a few blocks away from here I don’t mind walking”
Tom shook his head, “No way I’m letting you walk, it's too dangerous, I’ll drive you.” You watched as he took his keys out his pocket unlocking the black BMW parked across the street.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to get in the way” you looked down on your feet, here you were again too flustered to even look at him. Tom chuckled at your nervousness, “Don’t worry about it. I insist on it.” Your breath hitched as he placed his hand on your back again, guiding you towards the car.
It only took a few minutes for him to get to your dorm building, “well here we are” He said, parking his car before looking at you. You glanced at him nervously, “Thanks Professor”
“Call me Tom” he chuckled, “But only when were alone”
You wanted to punch yourself for feeling butterflies but you couldn’t help it. “Well Tom” You laughed, calling him by his name felt weird, “thank you”
He watched as you moved to grab the door handle but froze, “Oh I forgot to ask you about your assignment”
“What’s up?” he shrugged. “Well I know you wanted us to write about how the author uses the women in his novel to display power but I can’t write about that. The author clearly doesn’t see the woman as symbols of power he sees them as sex objects, which is shown multiple times throughout the text so I can’t write about something that isn’t true”
“So you don’t believe sex is a form of power?” Tom questioned trying not to smile at the way your brows furrowed in concentration
“Of course I believe sex is a form of power but for the author to display women having sex as a symbol for powerful femininity the woman would have to own their sexual desires and wants”
Tom chuckled, “If you really feel so strongly about that then write about it, I’d love to hear more about what you have to say about owning your sexual desires. Seems to me you know a lot about that” 
“Oh my god” You hide your face in your hands, “I didn’t even realize-”
“Don’t be embarrassed, if you can’t joke about it then you’ll let it eat you alive” Tom chuckled
“Well” you smiled, “I should probably get to writing”
“Yeah you should”
You both didn’t even noticed the way you both began to slowly lean into each other, the tension in the car growing thick
“Goodnight professor”
“It’s Tom” He said with a smile
You scrunch your nose, “Goodnight Tom”
Your faces were inches away from each other. He couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at your lips before looking back at your eyes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same, “Goodnight y/n”
You both stayed silent, letting the tension take over. Your lips grazing over each other. The kiss was slow at first but it soon progressed into passionate open mouth kisses, both of you giving into your desires.
Your hands reached to grab his face, shocked at how soft his cheeks felt. “Wait wait wait” Tom said, pulling away slowly. 
You caught your breath, wiping your lips as you moved back into your seat, “I should probably go”
Before Tom could say a word you were out the car rushing towards the dorm building. “Fuck” he said to himself as he leaned back into his seat. He knew he’d fucked up, but he couldn’t help the way he felt when he kissed you.
///
When you knocked on Tom’s office door the next day you were even more nervous than you were Monday. You were too embarrassed and instead of facing the problem head on you did what you did best, ignored it. 
You spent the afternoon on the couch, headphones on as an excuse to block out Tom. If you had a question you didn’t ask it and when you had a comment you didn’t say it. It was pure torture for you and Tom, yet you both chose to ignore the elephant in the room.
As the hours passed and the sun began to set Tom’s patience was growing thin. He couldn’t pretend like the kiss never happened, and if he was being honest with himself he wanted more.
You sighed in frustration, as hard as you tried to concentrate on the papers in front of you, you just couldn’t. Thoughts about last night flooded your brain making it hard to concentrate on even the simplest sentences. You threw the paper on the couch, ripping your headphones off, “I’m sorry but this silence is killing me, can we just get this awkward conversation over with”
“Alright well” Tom stared at you, unsure what to say. Yes he felt wrong but he also didn’t care. He got a taste of you and now he wanted more, “I apologize for what happened, it was completely unprofessional on my part”
You cleared your throat trying to find the right response, “yeah, well, I'm sorry too, we were both in the wrong and it shouldn’t have happened and I’m really hoping we can just move past this” 
“Yes I agree” Tom nodded his head, “So how are those papers coming along?”
You shrugged, sitting down in the exact leather chair you’d sat in on Monday, “There needs to be a study group or something, I mean if this is the writing skills of our future world leaders I’m honestly a little concerned”
Tom chuckled, his hands instinctively reaching for his tie, something you noticed he did subconsciously. Your heart skipped a beat as your stomach fluttered, “god get a grip girl” You thought as you blinked your lust filled thought away.
Tom smirked, noticing your reaction to the way you reacted to him, “Yes well not everyone has an easy time with writing as you do”. He touched his tie again, this time tugging on the knot a little.
Your breath hitched as your brain went foggy. A low chuckle leaving his mouth as you shook your head, “Well I’m not that great of a writer, I mean I have countless drafts that no one sees”
“Really?” Tom played with his tie, loving how much the simple habit affected you, “How many drafts did you make before you sent that email?”
Your eyes widening in surprise, “no drafts. Drunk me is the best writer”
Tom smiled, getting up from his seat as he moved to stand in front of you. You watched as he leaned against his desk. You bit your lip as you leaned back into the chair, enjoying the way that Tom seemed so much taller than you.
“You know you probably shouldn’t say that to your professor”
You smirked, “There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t say to my professor” You were playing with fire but the heat felt too good, it made you want to know what the burn felt like. “Fuck it, what’ve you got to lose” You thought to yourself as you smiled.
“Oh yeah?” Tom’s eyebrow raised in question as he leaned down towards you, his face only inches from you, “things like what?”
You smiled bringing your lips close to his ear, “Like how much I want you to fuck me”
The groan that left Tom had your thighs clenching together, “Yeah you definitely shouldn’t tell me that.” You chuckled as you leaned back in the seat, Tom’s eyes moved over your body like you were a work of art, “but then again as a teacher I probably shouldn’t want to fuck my student so badly”
Your lips parted in surprise as Tom smirked, his fingers gently trailing up your thigh. Your breath hitched in anticipation but a disappointed sigh left your mouth when his hand didn’t move past the hem of your short dress. “If this happens no one can know”
You nodded your head as his hand grabbed your chin, keeping your head in place and forcing you to look into his eyes, “Words darling”
“No one finds out” You gulped, your body frozen. You could feel yourself getting wet from the power he held over you. The feeling of his having control over you was intoxicating
“And you understand that I will never use this against you? You can leave right now and I will forget this ever happened and we can go right back to our normal professional student-teacher relationship”
“I understand professor” You nodded, wanting nothing more than for his hands to be all over you. 
“Good girl” He smiled, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, “Now go sit on my desk and spread those legs”
You smiled, quickly doing as you were told. Tom chuckled, amused by your excitement. You watched as he got on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he places kisses up your thighs, occasionally leaving a mark that would stay for days to come. “You’re so wet, all this over a couple of kisses?” He teased
Before you could answer Tom moved your underwear aside, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. You moaned, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. “I knew you would taste good,” He said, licking his lips. He ate you like you were his last meal, licking and slurping you like a starving man. 
You’d never been more thankful that the school was empty on Saturdays, no one around to hear the moans that Tom was coaxing out of you. “Oh god” Your hips shamelessly bucking against his face as he pulled your legs onto his shoulder.
“Tom please” You whimpered as his tongue slowed down to a teasing pace. He groaned, his large hand slapping your thigh, “It’s professor.” His voice was demanding and powerful. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers stretched you, toes curling as he effortlessly found your g-spot. “Professor please I’m gonna cum”
“Cum for me baby” He moaned, “I want your cum all over my face”
His fingers moved faster as you reached your breaking point, loud moans leaving your mouth as your back arched. You could feel Tom smirking against your clit as your legs began to slightly shake. 
“You sound so pretty when you cum” Tom said as he stood up, your cum making his face glisten in the last bits of light that came from the windows of the office. You couldn’t help yourself, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer as you licked your cum off his face. 
“Someone’s eager” He joked as you kissed down his neck. “Hmm I can’t help it, you just look so sexy with my cum on your face. Plus I’ve been wanting this all semester so are you gonna give me what I want or am I gonna have to get it from someone else”
Tom’s jaw tightened as he grabbed your wrist, “Don’t be a brat or I’ll edge you all night and leave you with nothing”
You whimpered as Tom pulled you off the desk, “Now if I remember correctly,” you watched as he loosened his tie, “You wanted to wear this.” You nodded your head, watching as he took off the blue and white tie, taking a deep breath as he placed it around your neck. 
“And as much as I love you in this dress, I think I’d prefer for you to be out of it” He smirked. You chuckled, turning around so he could unzip the dress, letting the fabric pool at your feet. Tom’s arms snaked around your body he pulled your back into his. His fingers playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling the sensitive area. You bit your lip, rubbing your ass against his hard on, your pussy desperate for more attention.
“Professor” You wined, “I want you”
“So needy baby” He chuckled against your skin as he kissed up your shoulder and neck, “Don’t worry, you’ve been a good girl I won’t tease you too much”
Your head rested against his shoulder as his hand twisted the tie, making it tighter around your throat, “Is this okay?” You nodded, wincing when his hand roughly slapped your ass, “Come on sweetheart you're smart enough to know that when I ask a question I expect an answer. Now use your words”
“Yes Professor” You said moaning as his hand gently rubbed the area he’d just hit. Tom quickly unbuckled his pants, pushing them down as he aligned himself with you. He teasingly rubbed the head of his cock on your clit, loving the low whimpers that escaped your mouth as your hips jolted up. 
Tom’s grip on your hips tightened, pushing you down into the desk as he bottomed you out. You moaned loudly as he began to thrust into you, “This is what you wanted right? Your professor fucking you like a slut”
You gripped the desk, trying your best to keep your balance. Tom gripped the tie again, the fabric pulling your head back. “Faster please Professor” You begged as you moved your hips. 
His hips sped up as his hand moved in front of you tracing figure eights on your clit. You became light headed from how tight the tie was but you couldn’t care less it all felt too good. “Sir Please It’s too much I’m gonna cum”
“Go on baby cum on my cock, give it to me” Tom sped up, becoming needier as he came closer to cumming. He pulled your body into his, fucking up into you as he kissed the harsh line where the tie met your skin. The sensation was too much for you as you came, your walls squeezing Tom, milking his cock of all his cum as he came shortly after you.
Your body went limp, leaning against the desk so you didn’t fall to the floor. Tom sighed, pulling out of you, groaning when he saw his cum leaking out your abused hole. “You did so good” Tom whispered as he kissed up your spine, “Such a good girl for me”
You slowly got up, turning around to face him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom smiled, picking you up and moving you to the couch, where you sat cuddled in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked, still placing kisses all over your body
“I’m cold” You said, your head resting against his shoulder. He chuckled, quickly grabbing his jacket from his chair before returning to your tired body. You laid in his lap with his jacket wrapped around you, Tom’s hand running up and down your spine as he kissed your forehead.
You glanced at the clock, “it’s getting late”
Tom sighed, “let’s just stay like this for a little while, then we’ll get you dressed and I’ll drive you to your dorm”
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Self Control - Chapter 13
Summary: A new semester brings you a new opportunity, but have you fully moved on from Chris? Has he moved on from you?
Pairing: Professor!Chris Evans X TA!Reader
Word Count: 6.5k+
Warnings: Angst, lots of big emotional realizations.
A/N: Hi everyone! Happy Holidays from your local dumpster fire! If any of you are still here, reading this, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to finish this, but as you could guess, the last couple years have been pretty rough. I went ahead and wrote an epilogue for this story, so get ready for another lil nugget. As always, a huge thank you to my beta @fangirlisms-22​! I tried to tag everyone, but some blogs have deactivated, changed urls, or won’t let me tag them. Here’s the Spotify playlist for the entire fic.
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Winter break was a welcome reprieve for you. The time away from Chris, from Tom, from anything to do with the damn university was wonderful. And it allowed you to write. Not for a publication or for a class, but for yourself. There were some weird experimental and abstract pieces, your way of just trying to put words on the page. Then there were pages that sparked quick, started by a phrase in your mind or a character that needed to be placed on a page. But those were short, brief beginnings that could be stoked over time, yet you had little interest in growing them at the moment. Writing a novel going into your second semester of grad school felt like a daunting task to take on. You decided to stick to short stories instead. 
And then the break ended, maybe too quickly. 
Walking back into the English department’s office feels risky, and you glance over your shoulder instinctively to make sure no one’s watching you. Which you know doesn’t make sense. There is nothing for you to hide anymore. No relationship risking your education and career. Yet, nerves sit at a low point in your stomach, causing both nausea and your heart rate to rise. The feeling is misplaced until you realize what you might have to look forward to.
You do not know if Tom is taking the creative writing class this semester, but you hope he isn’t. What he’d written in his final paper was flattering and definitely too personal, but it wasn’t quite at a level that you felt required messaging him on a school email account during break. But you couldn’t avoid the uncomfortable conversation that would inevitably ensue when you saw him next. It would be best if you didn’t have to see him on a regular basis after that happened.
Then there’s Sebastian. Or Seb, or whatever he wants you to call him. He’d been dangerously flirty last semester. That risked nothing too serious then, but this semester with him as your boss, it could risk everything again. You were set on learning from Chris and your relationship. And you were determined to never find yourself in that situation again. 
Straightening your back, you center that thought in your mind. You would not let unprofessional work relationships occur this semester. You would not allow someone else to have that much control over your life and livelihood again.
You find your dark office just as cold as before break, but now it feels like something different. A reminder of everything that happened, but also an opportunity to work on your own projects and assignments. A place for growth and mentoring, not hidden rendezvouses. A home for positivity and emotional strife. 
In fewer words, a redo. 
Your office chair warms under your cardigan as you lean back, your head turning up to the ceiling. There’s a water spot in the fiber tile that sits just behind your desk. It has bothered you since your first day, but you never saw anything leaking from it. You hope that with the coming winter weather, it will stay in that condition. Your eyes stay trained on that spot as you do a slow spin in your chair, letting your body surrender to the momentum.
It feels nice to loosen up a little, let yourself focus on something other than what last semester had been like. If only you could hold onto that feeling forever.
A knock on your door forces you upright in your seat. Your knee just barely clips the edge of your desk.
Seb steps into the room, eyes already apologetic. “Shit, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
You absentmindedly rub the sore spot as you shake your head, “No no, you’re fine. Did you need something Sebas-” You catch yourself as your eyes hold his, “Uh Seb?”
He flashes a smile that turns his face soft, and the places where he carries the evidence of his happiness deepen. “Ah, that’s good. You caught yourself.” His hands rest on the back of the chair facing your desk, and he leans toward you. “Can we have a little talk?”
“Yeah, sure.” You tuck your surely bruised leg under your desk as you face him.
A look of relief passes over his features, causing his brows and eyelids to lower as he exhales. He stays leaning against the chair for a second, his face still frozen in relief. You’re not sure what to make of the quiet moment that passes, but just as quickly as it started he pivots and shuts your office door behind him. Apprehension pulls at your gut but you stay rooted in your seat. He sits down in the chair opposite from you, crossing his ankles as he tucks them under the seat. 
“So uh,” his hands fidget in his lap. “I know I don’t fully understand what happened between you and Chris last year. But I want to promise you something.”
Your breath stills in your lungs. This was your semester of moving on, of putting your head down and pushing forward. No love interests to distract or writer’s block to hold you back.
His deep blue eyes bore into yours, “I will not overstep our professional and platonic relationship this semester.”
A wave of comfort floods your limbs and the breath you were holding escapes as you smile. “Seb, I appreciate that, but I’m not worried about anything happening between us.”
His body does not match your ease. “Well I know you’ve heard about my reputation, and I wanted to make sure you and I were on the same page.”
“Your reputation of screwing TA’s?”
“See, that’s an unfair rumor,” his hands unclench. “I briefly dated a TA my first semester as a professor, but she wasn’t even my TA. And I definitely haven’t just been screwing TA’s for the last three years.”
“Were you not flirting with me at Robert’s department dinner?”
“Yes and no.” He crosses his legs to force his body back into the chair. You hadn’t noticed how the more you were calling him out, the more he’d begun leaning toward you. “I’m an overly friendly person, but especially so when I’m drinking. Most people read into it more than they should,” he hesitates again. “I had already read one of your stories from Chris and I didn’t want to tell you. I really enjoyed it and was genuinely interested in getting to know you. But when I saw how he looked at you, how he seemed so protective of you, I knew better than to make my interest known past that night. So yes, there was some actual intent behind my behavior.”
The confession hangs between you, pulling your every concern and regret back to your nervous stomach. Elizabeth had been right that night. Chris has been right the whole semester. You thought you were just the new grad to haze, Seb’s new girl to flirt with and fluster up. Heck, Sebastian had pretty much confirmed it before Thanksgiving break, but you still thought it didn’t really mean anything. Your denials of everyone’s warnings let you ignore him so you could channel your attention back to another unavailable and complicated relationship. 
Seb lets out a deep breath, “And it’s not like we couldn’t have been together. It would have probably been better for us than what actually happened.”
A scoff escapes your throat, “Still would have been a weird power dynamic with you worki-”
“Sure, but I’m not married,” he cuts you off.
You glare at him, silence winding its way between you both. You don’t mean to be, but some piece of you is still defensive over what happened, over what shitty mistakes you so happily made. It’s not like you can ignore everything there was between you and Chris, but you’ve had time to contemplate how wrong it had been. How wrong you had been to trust him. But he knew how to say the right things and touch you in the right ways. He made sure you felt important to him, special until you suddenly weren’t important enough. You promised yourself that this wouldn’t happen again, and goddammit, you would not let Seb do this to you now.
“This is starting to feel like you’re overstepping the boundaries of professional and platonic, Sebastian.”
“I probably am. And I’m sorry about that but I’m trying to be open and vulnerable with you before you watch that disappear when the semester starts. Once I’m in the classroom or under Robert’s concerned eye, I won’t be able to say this.”
You know you don’t want to be having this conversation, but you also know that playful, jokey Seb will re-emerge when he has an audience and you want your boundaries and intentions to be clear then.
“Okay. Then say it. And I’ll say what I need to say, and we won’t have to talk about it again.”
“Perfect.” He nods, his hair bouncing enthusiastically as he does it. “I like you. I think working together will be good for both of us, but I know that I already have an interest in you that could compromise that relationship. And I promise you, I’m not going to let that get in the way of doing our jobs. It would be unfair to you after what you went through last semester, and it would be shitty for me to put truth into the rumors.”
“So this will be strictly professional?”
“We can be, if that’s what you want. But I am looking forward to getting to know you better. And if you’re willing to be friendly coworkers like I am with most of the department, I’d be happy to be that too. But that’s as far as we’ll go.” His eyes hold your own, pleading with you to accept his promise. Echoing the last set of blue eyes that you let plead with you for too long. You drop his gaze, trying to shake those times from your memory.
He gulps and promises one more time, “No matter how I feel about you, that is as far as I will let us go.”
You wait a moment, let his voice repeat it around your head. He was giving you the exact thing you wanted, the exact assurance that you needed for the semester. But why did your nerves never settle now? They had when he told you nothing would happen past platonic, but now that you knew about his feelings, his back-burner interest made you uneasy in a different way. 
Or maybe it was just regret cursing you for what you had missed all along.
“I appreciate that,” you say, meeting his eyes again. There’s something distant behind them now, he’s pulling away. Good, that’s what you need. “And as much as I wish I’d known about your feelings sooner, we can’t change anything now.”
You push up from your desk, standing in hopes that he’ll follow you. He does. 
“So thank you for the promise,” you stick your hand out, hoping for a shake. He follows your actions again, keeping his fingers rigid against your palm. “I’ll hold you to it, Seb.”
As soon as your hand leaves his, he’s already pivoting, turning his signature charm back on. “Keep your eyes on your email, (Y/N). A revised syllabus should be there by the end of the day.” He pulls open your door, his shoulder leaning into the frame as he turns back to you. “And I hope you’re open to a collaborative form of class structure, because I don’t just lecture away.”
You nod, “I’m interested in seeing what that means.”
“It might surprise you, but it usually plays well with the students.” His fingers trace the edge of your door before they settle on the knob. “Get ready for the creative writing class that I wish I’d had in undergrad.”
And with that, he pulls your door closed and walks away from your office. You let out an extended exhale as you crumble back into your chair. Your brain plays a little mantra for you of professional, professional, professional, as you open up your laptop again and load your email in anticipation for what other rules will guide your semester. 
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Seb held true to his promise, no flirting or inappropriate comments were made after that day. You were also fortunate enough to not have Tom in your writing class. But it didn’t prevent the panic you felt every time you saw him on campus, or at your favorite coffee shop downtown. The first few times your paths cross a flash of crimson would stain his cheeks, his eyes would meet yours and then immediately bounce away. He finally works up the courage to speak to you the fourth time you see him in person. 
It’s about a month into classes and you’re going through your student’s craft worksheets to help account for their participation. You sit at the fringes of the cafe closest to campus, distractedly peering out the window between grading pages. The February morning is a little gloomy, and you hope it and the warm chai latte in front of you will spark some inspiration in yourself. So you nearly miss Tom until he’s there, standing over your table, his cheeks pink with embarrassment, but courage too.
He gives you a weak smile and you worry that he’ll take the seat across from you, your eyes even involuntary flash to the chair. Fortunately he’s too caught up in his own nerves to notice yours. 
“H- hi (Y/N),” he manages as his fingers grip onto his backpack strap. 
“Hello Tom.” You do your best to keep your features neutral but polite. 
His eyes fall to your table for a moment, catching on the stacks of papers in front of you. “Look, about last semester-”
You cut him off with your best imitation of nonchalance, “Don’t mention it, Tom.” You really want him to pretend it never happened so you can avoid this conversation.
His gaze cuts back to you, growing wider with his mouth. “I’m really sorry if what I wrote in my final paper made you uncomfortable.”
“It wasn’t a big deal, Tom.” You try to sound polite even though you’re speaking through your teeth.
His voice shrinks, “It wasn’t?”
You want to brush it all off, but what if he gets a crush on another TA or professor and crosses a boundary again? You can’t promise someone else would be so willing to write it off. Or hell, they might even be a worse person and take advantage of the poor kid. You really don’t want to hurt him, but you don’t want anyone else to have the chance to do the same.
“No,” you shake your head, finally letting your facade crumble. “It was.” Whatever hope was hiding behind his features falls. 
“Tom. You’re a sweet kid, and I’m sure someday you are going to find someone who shares a lot of similar tastes and interests with you. And they’ll be in an appropriate position and place to have a relationship with you. But I’m not that. No TA or professor can be that for you. And you deserve better than to like someone who can’t actually be with you.” You try not to wince at your own words. He may not know it, but you’re giving him advice that you wish you’d had before last semester.
He nods, a look of acceptance transforming the clear evidence of dejection on his brows and lips. He places a hand on the edge of your table, leaning so slightly toward you. “I knew it was inappropriate the second after I submitted it, and then I just hoped you wouldn’t have to grade it.” His eyes try to hold your own as his mouth searches for the words. “I- I care about your opinion of me too much to let some dumb paragraph in a paper ruin it.”
“Well, I didn’t have to grade it fortunately, but it was brought to my attention.” You feel your own brows furrowing and if things were different, you’d reach out and pat him on the shoulder, but you know better. “And Tom, I don’t think any less of you because of it. In fact I see a bit of myself in you.”
His face changes ever so slightly, a shred of hope lifting his features, turning his eyes puppyish. You don’t want to demolish his feelings here, but you want him to understand the gravity here. “A while ago I got in over my head with someone older and in a position of power. It wasn’t right, and while I couldn’t change my feelings, he didn’t have to respond to my interest. And when that became something bigger that should definitely not have happened, it just ended up hurting me in the long run.”
“I’m sorry that happened.” And the earnestness in his eyes makes you really believe him.
“The point is you shouldn’t go through that too. And I hope you understand why I can’t respond any other way to what you wrote. It was sweet but misguided, and that’s all it can be.”
“I do, I really do.” He taps his finger against the table, your conversation coming to its close. He shifts his weight on his feet and starts to step away from you when he suddenly turns back, a sigh escaping his lips. “(Y/N), I don’t want it to be awkward for us in the future. You might be my TA again and I want to be able to talk to you without this being weird.”
You break into a smile and can’t help giving him a small headshake. “Tom, we just move forward like this was no big deal. There’s boundaries we both understand now, and as long as we go forward respecting that, it won’t be awkward or weird.”
“You promise?” his voice gets higher with the question.
You mean it with your whole being. “I promise.” 
He chuckles with relief, “Okay, good. I’ll uh, see you around (Y/N).”
“See ya, Tom.”
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You hadn’t run into Tom much since then, and when you did, it was passing nods in between you two. But you had other things on your mind as the first major writing assignment for your students became due at midterms.
Unlike in your literature class, Seb’s writing class was truly graded based on the student’s participation. They were expected to ask questions in discussions, turn in writing activities that made them commit at least something to the page, and then to turn in two original pieces. There would be a week of workshopping, but he had made sure the classroom space was purely a place for open and kind conversation. Students were not forced to do deep revisions of their work unless they chose to. And they were not forced to explain or defend their work if someone didn’t get it either.
The way he was most successful with this was the student’s first real assignment. He assigned them a short story reading without telling them who the author was. They made comments and explained their personal understandings of the meaning and the craft, and at the end of the class he revealed that he was in fact the author. They were shocked. It gave you both a good chuckle and it let the student’s know they were at a level playing field with him. No one was above critique, and no one was below respect. 
He’d given you the option to let them read and discuss one of your short stories too, but you decided it best to not participate that way. Your most recent pieces felt too personal for the students to read. Hell, you were pretty sure you didn’t even want Seb to read them. He’d know exactly who it all was about, and you didn’t want his feelings about you and Chris to complicate your working relationship.
So you kept it to yourself. Only showing Robert some of the things you did on break. If he liked the beginnings you knew you could push yourself to add more, or refine it into something better. And that’s exactly what you had decided to work on during your Spring Break. You entered the students grades first, and then set out to just write, and write, and write for the rest of the week. 
You’re two good days into adding to a piece from Christmas break when you hear a timid knock on your front door. It’s after 7 and maintenance had already come by this week to spray for termites and make sure your air vents were in good shape heading into the warmer months. There was no one else you thought would come by. 
Getting up from the couch, you do an inventory of what you’re wearing. Sweatpants, an oversized t-shirt, and your hair is in a horribly messy bun. Hopefully, it won’t be anyone important. You head for the door when another series of knocks sounds, slightly stronger and more sure. You pick up the pace and decide it’s best to peek through your peephole first.
The breath leaves your lungs sharply, crashing against the only thing that separates you. 
He shouldn’t be here. 
You’d been avoiding him all semester on campus, barely making a pass at eye contact in the office, and you would never bring his name up in any conversation. So why the hell was he leaning against your door frame?
Your hand stalls on the door, remembering the last time he’d been in your apartment. Before he’d kept Jennifer’s pleas to get back together from you. Before he’d gone back to her for Thanksgiving and pretended nothing had ever been wrong. Before he decided his love for you didn’t mean enough to walk away from the comfortable life he’d already had. That your love wasn’t important enough to make it a priority. 
Another still moment passes, your mind crushing your heart with the memories of before. All the good moments. And then you yank the door.
He moves back, lifting his head but refusing to meet your eyes yet. Anger settles now, deep in your chest, making your heart beat louder, harder. Or it's the adrenaline from seeing him in his messy state. His slight scruff is back, reminding you of the full beard he had when his marriage was a mess. His eyes look tired, bags hanging under his cornflower blue irises. A messenger bag hangs from his shoulder, emphasizing his wrinkled button down. 
It beckons you to take pity on him, let him in. And it stokes a little piece of hope in you too. You try to smother it by staying in the doorway, barring his entrance.
“Hello Chris.” The words feel like bile as they come out, acid having burned its way up from your stomach. They sound almost as painful as they feel.
He finally meets your eyes, and his furrowed brows hang sadly. It’s a near perfect imitation of a puppy. The part of you that’s hoping gains a little more ground. 
He lets out a long breath, all the air leaving his lungs and then he says your name. “Hi (Y/N).” He says your name like it's a relief to speak it. Like it’s been smothering him since he last said it. You grit your teeth in response. “Can I come in?”
You want to say no. You want to yell that he has no right to be here. You want to slam the door. 
But you don’t know what he’s here to tell you. And if he decided to come directly to your apartment instead of waiting to see you in the office, this might be something important. And personal.
Still trying to contain your hope, you cross your arms and step out of the way. He hesitates, his eyes gauging your reaction, and it settles on your crossed arms. His eyes barely leave your resigned body as he enters. Instead of stopping in your living room he continues onto your kitchen, where he sits his messenger bag down on your small dining room table and leans against your fridge. You scoff at how he’s already decided to make himself at home, but you’re happy for the physical distance. Regardless of what he’s about to tell you, it’s best to stay apart. That way you won’t be drawn into his space.
You close the door behind him and stay on the other side of your apartment. You can’t help but take in the way his hands are buried in his jean pockets, the way his foot taps against your floor. He might be as nervous about this as you are. And it adds to your hope just a little bit more again, because if he was just here to reiterate something he’d already said last semester, why would he be anxious? Could you still hold that kind of effect over him?
So you watch him and wait. His eyes bounce around your apartment, taking in your open laptop, your nicely sorted student papers, your partially drunk mug of coffee. They drag over your couch and fluffy blanket, your unmade bed and indented pillows, and lastly you and your clothes.
You want to urge him along, get to the point of why he’s there, but a piece of you tells you to hush. Let him notice what he’s missing. Let him gain his courage. Because whatever reason he’s there for, he needs time to gather himself. But it leaves you feeling like an exhibition, like your life is now just something he can look at and break into little, easily digestible pieces to hold onto or give away as he pleases.
After another moment of silence, he finally breaks. “(Y/N), how have you been?”
You almost wince at this pleasantry, another measure to drag this out. Like you haven’t already been standing in your living room waiting for him to get to the point. 
“I’m fine, Chris.” And you are. Or were, before he showed up. “Why are you here?”
He ignores your question as he starts pacing. “I’ve been okay too, I guess. Robert’s been very involved in my literature classes with Letitia this semester. He’d told me before last semester that I’d be teaching writing this year, and Seb would take over lit. But I think he’s trying to punish me.”
Your head inches up, a look of defiance hardening your jaw. “For what?”
His eyes cut across the space, sharp and almost resentful. “You know what for.”
That hope loses a little bit of its ground, the bubble in your chest deflating. Instead, your anger pushes forward. “I didn’t tell him anything, and you know that.”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean someone else didn’t tell him.”
Who would? Tom didn’t really know anything. Seb was too busy doing Jennifer last semester to rat you out. And even if he wanted to, wouldn't that have made it harder for him to have you as his TA this semester? The only person who still seemed to have a motive was the woman Chris went back to.
“Well none of that matters anymore, Chris. We aren’t together, and if Robert’s mad at you for something he can’t exactly prove, that’s his business and not mine.”
“I know.” He stops pacing and reaches up for the opened box of Frosted Flakes that sits on top of your fridge. You almost snap at him, say that he has no right to any piece of your life or things anymore. But the way he throws back a handful of them so quickly, even though it is not his favorite cereal, makes you think he’s looking for a way to stop himself from talking so much. Give his mouth something else to focus on.
He slides his back down the front of your fridge, pulling his knees toward his chest. You stay standing, taking in the way he’s made himself so small here. In your space. Where he used to take up so much more of it, and your time. Where he was always happy to be sprawled across you or your couch. It’s almost bittersweet how much things have changed. Almost sad to think of how different this feels now.
“Why are you here?” you ask again. As much as a part of you wants to keep him here, reminiscing with your hopeful pieces wanting to know if you two can ever go back. But your anger wants him to spit it out already, so you can make him leave when he ultimately hasn’t changed his mind.
His eyes meet yours from the kitchen floor, and he bunches all the flakes into one cheek. “Jennifer’s pregnant.”
The blow lands. 
You sit down on the edge of your couch, your legs tucked under you. And finally, your hope dies. The last little ounce of brightness in your chest goes dark. There’s no way you’d take a man with a pregnant wife away from his child. You hunch forward and pull your knees into your chest, mirroring his body. 
Your mouth moves even though your brain feels empty, “That was fast.” A pained look flashes in his eyes, but you can’t focus on it. “But congrats. You always said you wanted kids.” It sounds hollow coming from you.
The look he shoots you falls somewhere between incredulous and angry. A hand runs through his hair, smoothing out the way your fridge had pushed it up, and after he finishes chewing the rest of the cereal in his mouth, he lets out a deep breath. 
If Jennifer’s pregnant, what is he really here for? To rub his on-the-mend marriage in your face? Or does he really think you deserve to hear this in person, before everyone else finds out? Because you are sure at that very moment, that you’d rather hear this news from Sebastian, or anyone else in the department.
“I just,” he starts around another mouthful of flakes, “I don’t know if this is the way I wanted this to happen.”
You don’t meet his eyes, but the words slip out anyway. “We don’t always get what we want.” It’s the meanest thing you’ve said to him all night, and you wish you’d thought it through before it came out, but your brain is still trying to process how quickly this is happening. How suddenly he must have forgiven Jennifer and crawled back into bed with her.
“(Y/N),” his voice is soft and it forces you to finally meet his eyes. There’s a sincerity in them that makes your heart lurch, that pushes all the air out of your lungs. And no matter how much of you desperately wants to be mad at him and wants to tell him to get the fuck out of your life, you know it would be empty. Because you can’t stop yourself from caring about him, from wanting to see him happy. And it cuts that his happiness is not with you. Stings even deeper that after what he’s done to you, he still can’t seem to leave you alone. But you know he deserves a child at his heels with big blue eyes staring up at him. You would never want to take that from him.
The room stays silent besides his chewing as he stares at you, and you hold his gaze right back. A sadness darkens his face, but this time you don’t hope it’s because he wishes his next big life event was with you. You no longer want him to reminisce on any of the things he lost with you. It wouldn’t be fair to that kid he’s going to have.
He breaks the quiet with a whisper, “I don’t know if I’ll be a good dad.” 
This time it’s you breathing his name, “Chris.”
“I was a shitty husband, what if I’m just as bad at this. Hell, what if I’m even worse.”
“You’re not a bad husband.” The words come out strong, louder than you mean them too. They’re too strong since you just mentally buried the possibility of you two ever getting back together. Too loud since you know your opinion has no real bearing on his life. And they probably escape that way because you're mad at yourself, because after all this time you still are so quick to run to his emotional aid. But he doesn’t know that. “If you were, you would have stayed with me and kept lying to her about it. And I know you’ll be a good father.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I mean it.” You’re still angry with yourself when even more spills out. “I thought about it. Not as something I wanted to do with you then, but it was something I’d thought about if we had a future.” 
He didn’t need to know that, hell, it had been months of you refusing to even admit that to yourself. But it was true. 
You’d known your relationship was too fresh and dangerous, but it didn’t stop your mind from imagining a future for you two. A future with a nice house, a large backyard for Dodger, and a couple of tots chasing you around. And after how last semester ended, you’d felt dumb for ever considering it a possibility. It had been months since you’d forced yourself to stop imagining any real future with Chris, yet it didn’t take away the sting of the truth. It didn’t change the fact that you might have wanted that. Because you knew now it would never be an option. 
His lips part after he swallows, breath meeting his tongue to speak. But you shake your head, telling him to let this conversation die. That it isn’t worth the pain and feelings it will dig up. 
You grow silent again, closing your eyes tightly and listening to the crunch of cereal between his molars. And you feel your limbs grow heavy, tired as your brain strains to collect exactly how you feel at this moment. You want to remember the way it feels to have your heart broken and then repeatedly toyed with. You need to remember how it feels when Chris shows back up in your life, to then stomp on your history together. This feeling was what pushed you away from him before, and it will be what helps you move on from him, permanently this time. No hope in you holding out.
He finishes the box of Frosted Flakes before he speaks again, seeming completely comfortable in the empty silence between you. In the quiet of your pain. 
You don’t look at him until he pushes off your kitchen floor and moves toward his bag. His hands dig for something, pushing past what you expect are student essays and lesson plans. They emerge with a thick stack of paper held together by a binder clip. He hesitates, eyes locking on the pages before him.
You’re sure that whatever confessions he’s made or compassion he’s received, that this was the real reason he came here tonight. This was his mission and everything else was him dragging this out.
He leaves the stack on your kitchen table as he closes up his bag. You start putting together what he said to you the last time he visited. That he was writing about you two. But that had only been a few months ago, and this seemed like a polished piece. How quickly had he written this out, how furiously did he work to put your relationship on paper? Was this what it took for him to get over you?
You're still sitting, staring at the pages as he puts his bag back on. You’re still staring as he approaches you from the kitchen. You only look away when he places himself between you and your view of the novel. He starts to lean forward, lessen the space between you, but you stand up forcing him to inch backwards. 
“I figured you deserved to read it first. Only my agent and my editor have seen it before now, and they’ve helped keep me on task about it.”
“Has it sold?”
His blue eyes glimmer with something heavy, and he says, “I finished my last revisions before break, and we’re expecting a contract to come my way in a week.” So he had been working on this whole-heartedly.
It only comes out as a whisper, “Congrats.”
The edges of his lips turn up as he tries to give you a smile, but he doesn’t miss the pain in your eyes. His brows betray his skepticism. He leans toward you again, his shoulders hunching as he inches closer. You can smell his cologne. He hovers just above your face and you fold, closing your eyes and giving in to your pain. 
He’s so close, it reminds you of your first kiss. That night when his fingers guided your lips together in the dark, just barely brushing before you took control and told him this couldn’t happen. If you’d held on to that control you wouldn’t be feeling like this now. You wouldn’t have months of love and loss weighing down your bones.
You can feel the heat of his body when you break the trance. “Don’t,” is the only word you can manage.
His shoulders lift, his breath fanning hot against your skin, but he doesn’t pull away. His words crash into you as he says one last time, “I’m sorry.” Then he presses his warm lips against your forehead. 
Your heart thuds in your ears, but you know this is what you’ve been heading for. This is the true ending to your story together. This is the goodbye he thought you deserved. 
He pulls away before you realize your lids are still squeezed shut, before the warmth of tears building in your eyes wins. He goes to your door without you looking at him. And he leaves before the hot finality of this pain takes over, tears leaking as you sway against your couch. 
This feels different than before because you’re not angry at him anymore. In fact, you have very little anger left for yourself either. There’s just the rolling pain of sadness, the lifting of hope and fear, and the weight of acceptance. 
It steadies you as you go to the kitchen, as you pick up his manuscript. It guides you as you find your metal trash can and carry it to the parking lot. It holds you as you watch all of the pages and all his words about you burn.
Because you don’t need his perspective on you anymore. You don’t need to know what he thought of your time together. 
You lived through it. And you have your own experience to piece together. You have your own story to write.
And it will not be informed by him anymore.
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TELL ME YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL.
summary: you and tom both found yourself stealing stolen glances when the other wasn't looking. his eyes would follow you as you left his class, and you couldn't help but imagine all the things he could do to you as he teaches. one day, you decide to ask for help... which leads to a meal and something more.
pairing: professor! tom holland x fem!reader
warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT (extended warnings under the cut!), fluff and angst(??), DIDN'T PROOFREAD LOL
word count: 11.3k (2.7k is smut <3)
authors note: lowkey inspired by a tiktok i saw where her boyfriend made her tell him she was beautiful or else he would stop 😩😮‍💨
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extended smut warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (please stay safe lmao), breeding kink, slight choking, praise kink, oral (female), back scratching, slight overstimulation, fingering, masturbation (male and female)
You sat quietly, unsure of whether to ask a question or not. Truth be told, you never really did ask questions. Because most times you knew the answer. Sometimes you would pretend. Sometimes you would pretend not to know the answer, just so you could talk to him. It was wrong. You shouldn’t feel like this for someone who is so close, yet so far. It is basically forbidden in most cases and looked down upon… and yet, you couldn’t help yourself.
His gaze was trapping, like you had been lured into the web of a spider, like a prey. Like a fly. God, he was so… so… sexy? Hot? Maybe it what you had been feeling, maybe it was the danger of it all, the secrecy of your crush, that had turned into so… much… more.
He stood in front of you all, wearing that plaid suit that would have you on his knees, how he wore that tie. The tie you would imagine your hands bound or had imagined tied around your neck when you touch yourself to the thought of him. Playing with your clit and letting your fingers slide into your cunt. How you imagined those strong hands of his doing the same. How you would imagine his tongue sliding over the flesh of your lips, and how your hand would pull into the curls of his brown locks. How you wish those brown eyes look into your own orbs as he lick and caress every single part of your body.
But you were sitting here standing at him. Today, he wear a vest and his sleeves pushed up, accentuating the veins and the strong of his forearm as he walk around, his shoes clicking on the wood floor. His glasses reflecting the many other people that sit in the room. Finally landing on you. His gaze felt so burning, he stares at you in your tank top, and jeans. The jeans that you wear every single time you have this class. The highlight every part of the lower half of your body… and when it was hot? You would wear the shorts in your closet that do the same.
Although, the two of you would never say it. It went unsaid that these gazes and looks held so much more, even if that had not been conveyed by both of you; unaware.
He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the room. How when you walk out of the room his eyes remain on your ass and how sometimes his gaze flicker down to your chest for a short moment. Your figure was hugged by everything you wear, you don’t hide your assets for him. He thought it was unintentional. But yet you had every intention of making him stare and watch – let his eyes wonder around your body.
Tom thought about you when he touched himself, much like you had. He knew it was wrong… to think about one of his students like this. He was your professor. He should not think of you like that. He should not do so. He should not let his mind wonder to these places. He thought much the same as you. He imagined you wearing his tie as you were naked on your knees, ready to take his cock in your mouth. Ready to take all of him. He wished to stare up at you as he lick your clit and finger the fuck out of your cunt, push his cock into you so hard that you could barely not walk the next day. Your legs giving out with every step you take. He wish to see your eyes water as you take his cock in full, touching his tip and moving his own hand around his cock, moving it up and down, feeling himself moan your name as he sit in his office. He imagined you sometimes taken over his desk, from the back and front. How he should use you however you’d like. He should fuckyou however you please.
You sat watching Tom as he teach. Mesmerised by how his hands move. Mesmerised by the flop of brown that sits on his head. Mesmerised by all of him.
You decided that you should ask him a question. You decide that you should stay back after class. You don’t know what you will do, and you don’t know what should happen, but you decide that you should stay back. It was a rash and haste decision, but you thought it right in the moment. Was it the right decision? You had no idea… and besides, it was way too late now. It was too late.
The class finally came to a close, Professor Holland speaking, “Okay, so that wraps up our unit on Ancient Egypt. I should warn you now that there will be an exam in the next few weeks. I will be sending out an email with the rest of the information… as always, you can stay back if you have any questions.”
Your eyes meet his in quick. Five seconds felt like a forever, staring into his deep brown eyes. Something you could only wish would happen more often. Tom could only feel himself to get lost. You were pulling him in, day by day. He could only imagine how sweet your wet pussy should taste. He swipes his tongue on his dry lips, wetting them, making sure they stay moist. Time feels slower as Tom licks his lips, slow and daring. It was not his intention; you did not think. You did not assume. You would never have thought – but as he did so, you could feel your pussy get wetter, and your arousal fill your panties.
Students filter out of the room, leaving you and Professor Holland alone. You remain at your seat, but he can only chuckle at you, “You’ve got a question, I assume, Miss L/n?” He calls on you.
You’re slightly frozen, but you stand quickly, making your way down the stairs. Chuck Taylors softly on the wooden floors. You finally took your final step, with your book bag over your shoulder, meeting his eyes. Quite the more shorter than him. Even if you were also younger than him. He was only thirty-two and you twenty-seven, it was not much of a gap. Four years makes no difference, he was one of the most accomplished Professors at this school. One of the best. His history faculty was one of the best in the whole entire country. It was foolish of you to fall for such an accomplished man, even if he had no idea what resided in your mind and your thoughts.
As he looked down at you his eyes meeting your eyes and then your chest, back to your eyes quickly, “What can I do for you?”
You sigh softly, no words coming out of your mouth, “…I actually don’t know.” You smiled careful, playing with your fingernails, “I had a question, but I can’t seem to remember what it was.”
He chuckles, “That’s alright.” He smiles, grabbing his things from his desk, “How did you find the unit?”
He creates conversation and you’re slightly startled for a moment, but decide to go with it, nonetheless, “It was very interesting. I loved to learn about the Egyptian Gods.”
He smiles, “Might I ask what your favourites were?”
You hum thinking, a smile that matches his, “Ra and Khonsu.” You decide quickly.
“The sun and the moon… how diplomatic.” He laughs, as you join in, the laughter quickly dies down as you make it to the door of the classroom, knowing this is where you have to cut your conversation short, both of you reluctant to even step outside of the door. Both of you did not want the conversation to come to a stop.
It was quite careful, how you both stopped, how it was like coming to a stop right before a roundabout. Before the chaos that should fall outside of these doors, even if the conversation was short… too short.
Professor Holland turns to you quickly, “If you should remember or have any questions at all, you can stop by my office.”
The air is thick as he says the words. The words falling off of his tongue. It makes you feel things. It makes him feel things and there are so many things you could do right now. There are so many things you could say. Actions you should act upon. But it wouldn’t be wise. For either of you. It wasn’t wise for you to imagine Professor Holland pushing you against the wall. It wasn’t right for him to imagine you fucking you against the wall of this doorway. It wasn’t right of him to think about any of it at all. It was not right, the way you thought about his hands around your throat as he held you in place to please you and shove his cock into your tight cunt… how he should praise you or put you down. You did not care, any words that should fall from his mouth would make you wet, any words that fell from his mouth would make your orgasm so extreme that you should feel yourself tighten around him, how he would feel your pussy clench as he fucked you so.
Tom stares at you, his eyes grazing over your figure, caressing every single part of your skin that should possibly allow him to undress you with his eyes, imagining what you should look like up against his desk. He tried to disband the sin from flowing into his mind, from imagining you like this in front of him. Fear of an erection following through his bones. But he was so blinded by your beauty, that he did not seem to care in the moment.
A ding sound from your phone, as the two of you pulled out of each other’s trance, “Sorry, that’s my roommate. She’s wondering where I am.”
“As she should,” He checks his watch, “It’s five thirty. I understand this might’ve been your last class today?”
You nod, “Yeah, it was my last one… I should probably get going, so, thank you, for putting up for my forgetfulness, Professor.”
The word falls off your tongue like silk, soft and sweet, but Tom is still all the more turned on by it, he can feel his arousal start to build up and form in his bones and blood.
He pauses shortly, “That’s quite alright, Miss L/n… I should hope to see you soon.”
You walk away quickly, your ass tight in your jeans as Tom watches you walk, his eyes keeping on it as you exit the building.
Thomas’ steps are quite haste as he moves quickly to walk up the stairs of the building, quick to get to his office. Immediately throwing his things onto the soft couch that sit next to his desk made of dark oak. The wallpaper of his office was regal and patterned, looked very royal. Gold and red.
He questioned if whether or not he should touch himself tonight to the thought of you, but he also did not know that you were doing so in your car. Thinking about Tom as you slide your hand into your jeans and played with your clit. Your pussy wet and dripping with every stolen look remembered. Tom sat down in his desk chair; his cock already hard, pre-cum dripping down as he took some lube from the drawer of his desk. Rubbing his cock from the base and up to the tip, running a finger over the slit. Your jeans had fallen enough to let you feel how your pussy ached to be touched. How you ran your own finger over the lips of your flesh, desperate for Tom’s tongue, desperate for Tom’s cock, his fingers. Desperate of anywhere or any part of Tom that could possibly fuck your pussy. Tom thought about how he would take you on his desk tonight. How he would let you sit on it as he ate and devoured your sweet and salted juices. Feeling every part of you in his mouth, feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers as you came to an orgasm, and he felt it and taste it on his tongue. As you rub your clit, faster with each thought of Tom, you think about how he’d pin you down and fuck you so hard you forget your own name, cumming inside you, unable to stop himself. Feeling how his cock would twitch as he did so. How his cock would twitch as he came inside your pussy, letting you soak in all his glory. Your sweat glistening under the light of his desk.
Tom was quick to cum at the thought of you, Tom was quick to cum at the thought of you moaning his name if anything. How he’d love to hear it fall from your tongue, how he’d love to hear you call him Professor as he fuck you so rough.
…and you, quick to orgasm as you rub your clit harder and harder, thinking about how your Professor should moan your name in need and want of you. How he should let you suck his cock and cum inside your mouth, holding you closer by your hair as he moan your first name. You were so tired of Miss L/n. But you needed to hear him speak your first name. You needed that so badly.
*
When you finally arrived at your apartment, you could feel your panties soak as you sat in your own orgasm. Walking inside you found your friends sitting around the counter of the kitchen, all talking and smiling down at your roommate, Ellie’s, laptop. Giggling and chuckling at what they were reading or looking at.
Ellie paid you piece of mind as you walked into the room, “Y/n, you have to see this.” Ellie speaks flipping the laptop to face you – a shirtless picture of Tom and a tattoo sitting right on his arm.
Come to think of it, you had never seen his shirt above his forearm, you had never seen him in anything but, and you wished to. You wished to see him in anything but clothes. Every girl on campus had wished for that at some point.
Professor Holland had never fucked a student if he had there would clearly be news or gossip. But none of that had ever come to surface. You would be extremely jealous of whoever got to do what you had wished for on countless days
Your crush on your was no secret at all, the way your roommate had found out about it was nothing but pleasant at all. You died of embarrassment from it in fact. It was something you are still petrified about to this day. You wished it never happened, but it had, and you couldn’t go back in time and erase your moans. His name falling off of your lips, making you crave him even more. She heard you through the wall – you thought nobody had been home.
Your friends found out shortly after, but only because you couldn’t stop talking about how amazing his class was. Yet, you had not talked about the content you learn, only the teacher and how he taught, once making a joke that you would let him fuck you – but everyone knew that was anything but a joke.
You almost let yourself give out as your eyes fixated on the laptop, petrified that you would even think about touching your pussy for the second time that night. Imagining how his tattooed bicep would hold you down and help you stay put as you cum all over his fingers.
“Holy shit…” You mutter softly.
Your friends all giggle and Indie speaks up, “God, he is well attractive.”
You glare up at your friend, “…I did talk to him this afternoon, I stayed back to ask a question, and I seemed to forget what it was. Then he crated conversation about the stuff we just finished learning.”
You grabbed a beer and flopped onto the couch, “But hey, ‘S not like something will ever happen. I couldn’t imagine him getting with one of his students. He’s so proper and so sure of himself. He’s so honourable.”
Kate only laughs, a girl who’s actually in your class, “Doesn’t mean you can’t start something after school. This year is your last year. Start talking to him. Start making an impression and see where it should go afterwards.”
You take a large swig of beer, “See now, that would only matter if I was anywhere near confident, but I swear I couldn’t speak for a few seconds when I was talking to him. I think I blacked out.”
Your friends giggle and they join you on the couch, “Y/n,” Ellie sighs, “You are one of the most confident people I know.”
Indie and Kate nod, agreeing with her. You think about it for a moment… how good of an idea would be, how badof an idea it would be. But Kate was right, you wouldn’t be in his class next year. You wouldn’t be in university at all. Maybe, this was your chance to get what you wanted. That never really happened. You never really got what you wanted. You never got what you wanted.
It's not to say that your professor should feel the same for you as you do him, and had he not, you would respect that. Of course, you should respect that. You weren’t a monster. You were not someone uncapable of respect like some other people in this world.
The thoughts of Tom flooded your mind again, how he would pound your cunt, how he would call you his, how he should get jealous if any other boy in his class should even look at you. It made you hot and bothered… and you needed to shower.
“Well, I’ll thinkabout it.” You had thought about it, you were going to try, “But right now I need a shower.”
“Cold or hot?” Indie calls out.
“Shut up!”
*
Tom sat his office, he thought about you as he tried to mark papers but gave up quite quickly. His best mate Harrison walked into the room, smile on his face, bringing the two beer and whiskey, if Tom was in need of something strong – he was the only one who knew about his dying crush on you.
Harrison sat across from Tom, two glasses sat in front of them, Harrison clearly had opted for a stronger drink tonight. They both knew why. It was all you… this girl in his history class that had managed to make him flustered. It was stressful, it was. Falling for a student like this was dangerous, falling for someone like youwas dangerous – smart, beautiful, kind.
He imagines that you have boys on their knees… yet he cannot be one of them. It pained him that he could not be one of them.
He looks up at his best friend as he pours a glass of Whiskey for them both, “I’m over this, Harrison,” Thomas speaks.
“What? The girl?” Harrison questions, “Isn’t it her last year here?”
He nods, taking a sip of his drink, “Doesn’t mean I can act on anything now, if I do, I don’t know what it could mean for my job.
Harrison smiles, “Nobody would need to know… she’s a smart girl and you’re a smart man.
Tom knew that it was a bad idea, not even, a dangerous one. That’s why he never had acted on anything toward you. That’s why he had never tried to think about it before submitting to the idea of you almost four months ago. Four long months. You had your eye on him the first moment you walked into the room. But so did he. It just took him longer to allow himself. It took you a moment. Give yourself a week before you had done everything you had been doing.
Tom thought about it for a moment. whether he should act upon this, take Harrison’s advice. It’s not like he didn’t want to. But you were there right in front of him, and he shouldn’t. But he did. He really wanted to.
He remembered this one time you came into his classroom; it was a hot summers day. You had been in his class before. It certainly was not the first time he had laid eyes on you. But when he was in denial of how attracted he was to you. A sundress was what you wore. It was yellow and complimented your skin, dressed with flowers and you had that purse. How your skin reflected gold in the back when the sun hit your skin. He thought you were the most stunning person in the world. That your beauty could not match anybody else… and yet, he could not pursue you. He could not touch you the way he please. Before he started advancing his thoughts, he thought about a life with you. How content it would be as the two of you should cuddle on the couch or sit in front of the fire that sat in his apartment. How he should kiss you on the forehead. He thought about the life he could have with you.
You were everything he wanted; you were the girl of his dreams. Quite literally too. He had a girlfriend once… but he had ended it because he felt as though he was cheating on her without actually talking to you, touching you. But he thought about youas he touched himself. He thought about you, as he pleasure the other woman. God it was terrible it was dangerous. She could’ve found out. So, he ended it. No guilt festering in his heart. Of course, he was quite upset, but there was no room for that when almost every day he sees you and every day you’re gone he misses you.
He thought about how once, Jeremy Lennon had asked you out on a date. Jeremy Lennon, what a stupid fucking name Tom had thought to himself. He found himself wondering about how she would moan his name. How it would not fall off her tongue as easily as his would. He thought about how jealous he had gotten and decided to pile extra homework onto Jeremy so he wouldn’t be able to make it. Of course, it wasn’t fair to him, but if we were going to make that argument, we’d have to look at how well he was going in the course. Which was not as well as Tom would’ve liked. In that same day – that night, rather than you going out with Jeremy, Tom thought about how much better he would be for you instead, how he’d fuck your cunt so hard that you begin to scream and scratch his back, leave marks on his skin that would be so ungodly. Make him bleed from your pleasure.
Harrison quirked an eyebrow as Tom thought, his best friend watched him down the rest of his whiskey, “Even if I wanted to… I couldn’t.”
“But you could, Tom.” Harrison tried to convince his best friend. His best friend who had been losing sleep over you and his goddamn classes. Wishing that he would try and do something for himself, and had you not been okay with the circumstances of a relationship he was asking for. For any relationship at all. Tom would say okay. Tom would be okay with that. Not because he didn’t want it, but because he respected you as a person, a woman, a human being.
“But I couldn’t!” he raises his voice slightly, it’s harsh and cut and rash. It’s quick. He’s quick to deny you, but if you should ask, he should give out. He should stop denying.
“Stop denying your feelings, Tom.” His best friend tries to convince, “You aren’t doing any good for yourself. You need to tell her.”
“She’ll think I’m a fucking perv.” Tom sighs, running a hand down his face.
“Maybe…” Harrison takes a sip of his whiskey, “Maybe not.”
*
The next few days you would show up to class, and think about what your friends had said, as Tom also tried to think about what he could do to possibly get your plan to work. It was so frustrated, you kept thinking about what you could do, but everything made you out to be a fucking creep. You had enough of this.
Tom was thinking the same, thinking about how if he were to say anything revolving a relationship, you would run away and think he should be a creep. But his mind changed when you stayed back after class today after running out for a week, barely casting him a glance. It honestly broke him, confused him. He thought he had been of good company those two minutes it took to walk to the door, to not leave the room.
You stayed in that same seat you had been in almost a week ago at this same time. He chuckles as you sit still in your seat. Questioning everything you were thinking, questioning why you had stayed back once more. You thought if you forgot anymore questions, he should grow suspicious of your motives. Why you wanted to stay back and talk to him. But today you were going to be bold. You had decided that it was now a fact.
Your steps were slow as you stepped down the stairs of the lecture hall, today, you wore the same Chuck Taylors, but you wore a skirt and low-cut blouse instead. He thought you looked fucking stunning. He wanted to rip every single article of clothing off your body and spoil you with more.
Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, your book bag slung over your shoulder, you smiled at your professor.
“Professor Holland.” You smiled.
“Miss L/N, what can I do for you?” Tom questions, his stomach prowling with a taste for you. His tongue tingling as he watch you give that perfect grin, your teeth glimmering in the light.
“…I was wondering if you could help me look over some notes from the unit, I was going through them getting ready for that test you mentioned and I just… I was... a little confused.” You bit your lip carefully, wondering if this was the right decision.
But it was Tom that pushed this further.
His eyes flicker down to your lip as you take it between your teeth, fighting every urge to be unsensible, “Well, I could help you tonight. Perhaps over some food? There’s some food trucks not far from here if you choose to join me. If not, I can meet you in my office tomorrow.”
“Food sounds reallygood,” You smile once more, the flutter in your stomach grows larger and so does Toms.
“Right, would you like to walk?”
“Sure.”
The walk was quite awkward at first as you waited for Tom to close his things and turn the lights off, making your way out of the room. At first the two of you didn’t talk, but he decided to start the conversation, light and careful. You could sense the hesitance in his voice. You knew in your stomach, that despite the flutter, there was nervousness. You were walking towards a dangerous line. Tom felt like he had crossed that line just by even considering you, thinking about you… jerking off to the thought of you.
“So…” He starts, “Got any plans this weekend?”
“Oh!” You say surprised.
“What? Should I not try and get to know my student better? You have been in my class for a number of years Miss L/n.”
You groan softly, “No, it’s kind of you… but please outside of the classroom call me Y/n. Miss L/n makes me feel old,” You pout as Tom laughs at you, “It’s not funny! I’m twenty-seven, I’m not even thirty.”
“…and anybody above thirty is old?” He questions you, a playful glare. A shimmer in the reflections to the lens of his glass. He wore something quite sexy today, you thought. Much like he had last week. His pants black tight around his thighs, his vest hugged his chest, his sleeves rolled up, his forearms on display. Maybe it was the same outfit, either way you found it just as sexy and today his curls were slightly gelled.
You finally register what he said and over your mouth, your eyes wide, “Holy shit, I’m so sorry.”
“Now you’re swearing around your professor?” He teases.
“Shit!” You swear again, registering it, you cover your mouth again, holding your hand against your mouth as you speak next, “I am not going to speak again.”
The words are muffled but Tom understands exactly what you’re saying, and he thinks you are absolutely adorable. The way you got all flustered and nervous around him. The effect he was having was quite obvious, but he thought nothing of it. He thought you were just being yourself. He didn’t even know how he was affecting you, and he was loving the way you laughed.
“Relax, y/n,” He puts emphasis to your name, “I’m only teasing, I know I’m not old, though, I do feel it some days.”
You scoff, “Well, you look good for your age.” You compliment sarcastically, but the comment makes you both freeze just a little, but you kept walking regardless of.
“Why thank you.” He gives a Victorian accent, and you both laugh.
You both fall into silence, but this time is a little more comfortable. The two of you are walking hands falling close. You can feel your stomach getting flustered, gurgling with anticipation, although, you’re not entirely sure where this night should go. Had you actually begin to see Tom after this you promised yourself you would get to know him a little better. Even if him fucking you was the number one thing on your mind when you watched him work.
The two of you finally reached the food trucks and you realised that nobody on campus really know this place existed? There were a few students a couple teachers. People working over food together. It was a little haven. This safe little place. Tom had brought you to his safe place…?
Of course, it wasn’t his safe place… no, that was the top of the Eiffel Tower. He had only been there a handful of times, and it was quite cliché. But it was. His safe place was a seven-hour drive away. But this was close enough. The little fairy lights that hang around the food trucks and the small tables had reminded him of this one time he and Haz had gone to Paris and climbed the Eiffel Tower, despite the elevator – but that only took them so high.
You and Tom quickly ordered some food from a burger truck, and you stood waiting for your food, “You didn’t have to do that…” You trailed off.
“What? Pay for your food? I know what it’s like living on a student’s salary.” He scoffs, “I was a student at one point.”
“I’m just glad I’m finally leaving this place at the end of the year.” You sigh, “The stress will finally leavewith it. Sorry, but I have no idea how you could come back to university.”
Tom chuckles, “Yeah, I get that… But teaching is different. I can make a difference in this world, as they say, I am teaching the future of this country. I like speaking with students who show interest in things that I love. Sharing my passion with a room full of people who seek the exact same thing.”
The way he talked about his work drew you in. You were encapsulated. His web was spinning around you, tying you in his web of silk. His brown eyes shine as they talk, and his smile is ever so wide. It feels like he’s ready to pounce… take you as his prey – and you would gladly oblige. He continued to speak for a few moments before noticing the way you stare at him. Your whole body on fire as his eyes met yours. You wanted to scream, and cry, knowing that this was going absolutely no where between the two of you. You simply thought it was not fair. How you had to hide behind your feelings. Feeling so distraught.
He took notice to the way you look at him. How your orbs glow under the barely fluorescent light of the string lights that hang over you. His mind wasn’t focused on how he had wanted to fuck you so dangerously. His mind wasn’t focused on how he wanted his fingers so deep into your tight cunt. No.
They were focused on the softness of your lips, how they sat so perfectly on your face. How your eyes light up as he spoke about the thing that he loved. So, in awe of him. You were in awe of him. You were in awe of your professor. The man who you had accidentally called old, even though he was only four years older than you. The man you had sworn in front of even though that was extremely improper for a student to do… and as he study your eyes, he questions whether or not you had actually wanted to talk to him about schoolwork or not. Whether you were trying to get closer to him for things that his mind and body extremely had desired – a kiss. A kiss from you. The soft of your lips on his. He could picture it so perfectly. He could picture you so perfectly. He only ever thought of you.
But alas, every intimate moment has its end.
“Order fifty-seven!” Calls the man at the counter.
Tom coughs awkwardly, “I’ll go grab that for us.”
“Sure.” You say your smile soft.
You and Tom sit down and eat your food, he’s quite a neat eater you see, displayed in the way he places a napkin on his lap and barely licks a finger as he eats. Much to your dismay. You would’ve loved to see him lick his finger after getting sauce on it. But him doing that would only turn you on. Imagining him licking your orgasm off of his finger. Having him love the taste of you so much, that he cannot help but crave it so much afterwards that he licks it off of his finger in order to keep as much of you as he can to himself. But under this light, you didn’t really care. He looked beautiful, dashing, and sexy. He looked so pretty. You wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and place kisses all over his face and all over his lips. Kiss his neck in the sweetest way and nip kisses at his ear. Play with his hair as the two of you should cuddle on the couch.
You took a bite of your burger, “I need to confess something.” You speak honestly.
Your professor hums, “What’s the matter? Do you not like the meal? Did you wish we stayed inside instead?”
“No. I mean. I like everything.” You smile softly, “But I didn’t really have any questions about the work.”
There was one thing Tom had hidden from you the whole night – the fact that he knew you were an amazing student. The fact that he knew you understood everything because not once had you started meaning to ask questions till these past few weeks. How you hadn’t asked a question in the past years he had you in his class and you passed and got the top or close to on every single exam. On every single paper. Tom knew you did not have questions. Thomas knew that you hadn’t forgotten your question. Maybe that’s what pushed him slightly. The fact that you were trying to go out of your way to talk to him.
So, Tom had to admit, “…I know.”
Your eyes went wide as the two words slipped.
“You’re an amazing student, you’ve never had questions, passed every exam with flying colours. It surprised me at first but then, and now, it has clicked that you want to get to know me.” Tom gave you a soft smile.
You stood up abruptly, “Thank you for the food, Professor but I should get going.”
You walk away from the food trucks, as Tom quickly collects the food from the tables and throws them into the bin. A waste of food, but you were worth chasing after.
He followed your path as he finally came around a corner seeing you trying to catch your breath. He sighed softly. He felt for you. He knew how scary these feelings were. He had slowly put it together as the night went on. Especially, at the way you looked at him. Nobody had ever looked at him this way before. Nobody had ever made him feelthis way before. You were so simply different. You were vibrant. You were everything he ever should wish for.
“Why’d you run, y/n?” He questions you as he walks closer, meeting your eyes in the barely lit alleyway, “Why’d you run?”
“Because, if I tell you what my intentions are, then you will never see me the same. You won’t want me in your class anymore. I’d rather hide everything than have it out in the open.”
“Y/n…” He says quietly, “Tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me your intentions, I promise you. Mine are way beyond yours.”
“Your intentions?” You question, now you’re confused. What were his intentions? Clearly, you were two adults who had no idea what was going on with their love or sex lives, “What do you mean?”
His chuckle is low and dry, “I asked you first.”
“Tom.” You say his name for the first time ever. It feels dangerous. It feels right. God, it sounded perfect on your tongue is all that Tom could think about. It was all he would think about when he goes back to his office and jerks off to the thought of him, imagining you taking all his cum. The romance was gone for now, it wasn’t like back at the food trucks, this was different. This was lust and it was begging to protrude from both of you.
“My intentions are… fuck, I can’t even say them out loud.” You try to compose yourself before beginning again, “Tom, I want to get to know you. I want to be with you.”
Tom’s silent for a moment and you realised you’ve been backed into a wall, the brick cold against your skin as Tom stands in front of you. You don’t know what’s happening, but you’re almost certain that this is going to lead to something more. You know it will. It has to lead to something more.
…and it does.
Tom presses his lips to yours and the kiss is hungry and wanting. It’s like the breath of fresh air you both needed. It’s everything you could’ve wanted. It’s everything to you. To both of you. Tom’s hands run down your bare skin, hands hot on your body and if you listened close enough you could probably hear the sizzle of your skin as his hand lifts to cup your face. Pulling away Tom’s breath is hot on your face. You want to cup his face once more and place kisses all over his body. But Tom only speaks.
“It’s nice to know my intentions are mutual.” He smirks, nipping a kiss at your neck, “Let me take you out to a proper dinner.”
You nod, “I’d really like that.” Biting your lip contemplating your next question, “Tom, may I tell a friend?”
He thinks for a short moment, admitting to you about Haz, “Professor Osterfield knew about my feelings for you, so I see why not. But we need to keep it small, one more person at most. People we trust, yes?”
“Okay, I can… I can do that.” You smile pressing another kiss to his lips, “How are you going to reach me to tell me the time and date, Tom.”
His name sounds godly from your lips.
“Pass me your phone.”
You walk into your apartment, shocked out of your mind, the words ‘holy shit’ falling from your mouth at every second. Quickly, you realise you have to tell Ellie, or you might just explode. She lies in her bed on her phone. You look at the digital clock that sits beside her bed noticing it’s only nine pm, but, god, did you feel like you were high on the morning time of five.
You flop down onto the bed next to your roommate and she looks over at you, “Where have you been? I texted you like a thousand times.”
“We kissed, Ellie… We kissed.”
“Holy fuck. Did you kiss first?” The shake of your head was all she needed to scream, “Holy shit! You guys kissed!”
You shushed her, “You’re the only one that can know. That and Professor Osterfield.”
“So how did it happen?” Your best friend questions you, a smile toying on her face.
“Well, he took me to get food, said we could look over work over it, but we didn’t quite do that at all…” you explain the night to your best friend, smiling as you talked about your night with Tom.
“Honestly, I’m just glad he didn’t think you were a perv.” Ellie laughs and you join in – both interrupted by the ding of your phone that sits face down between the two of you.
“I think that’s him…” You freeze and so does Ellie.
“Well, you’re gonna have to answer it.” She speaks, as you nervously pick up your phone. The brightness blinding you.
“…Holy fuck.” You turn down the brightness quickly, your eyes scanning over the text message.
HOTTIE
Hi “beautiful”
BEAUTIFUL
What?
HOTTIE
That's your name in my phone.
BEAUTIFUL
You’re in my phone as ‘hottie’
HOTTIE
You’re very discreet… but thank you for the compliment.
BEAUTIFUL
You’re so very welcome.
HOTTIE
We’ll have dinner at my place.
Keeps this more secret…??
You bite your lip with a small smile.
BEAUTIFUL
I’m kinda glad we have to keep it like that.
HOTTIE
You are?
BEAUTIFUL
Yeah… it makes it
Special?
HOTTIE
Never thought of it like that.
BEAUTIFUL
Hmm… So, where you do you live?
*
As you walk into class the next day, your breath catches, spotting Tom. You want to kiss him exactly like you had the night before. But you wouldn’t bite, you couldn’t play with fire today… Could you?
You sat at the front of the room, toying with whether or not this would be enough to fluster Tom. It had been two weeks of back-and-forth texting. It had been two weeks of flirting. You knew exactly the effect you had on him. Stolen eyes across the classroom. Yet you had certainly been wrong.
The sundress that Tom had loved, he had expressed that in a message of his and you wore them almost every single day now. You could feel his glance over your body and the desire for him to cup your tit.
Despite you sitting at the front, Jeremy Lennon takes his seat next to you. He usually sat up the back behind you, but today, you wonder why he had taken his spot. Maybe he was trying to ask you out again. How could you let him down gently?
He hadn’t talked to yet. Tom started his lecture. Today, he wears the plaid suit you first fell in love with, his voice booming through the lecture hall and the way his eyes fall over you. Glancing all over you. Holding your attention for a second too long, anticipation builds as you run your shoe up your leg, Tom catches this – to everyone else as he talks it seems like just a mistake in his sentence, but for the two of you it feels like ten years. It feels like slow motion. It feels like you’re the only person in this room, in the world.
As the class goes on, surely, you’d stop after that first tease. But you kept going. Something about this it was… it was addicting to you. It was hungry and desirable. It was hot and sexy… and I’ve said this about a hundred times but dangerous. For the both of you.
Throughout the class, you bite your lip as you write things down and your tank top hangs low. Tom’s eyes catching on as he watches them clench together with the movement of your arms. Pushing them closer. He wants to take you right here. He can feel himself get more and more turned on… your plan had worked, but Tom knew he needed to stop watching you. Keeping his attention on someone else.
He would’ve gotten a boner in front of the whole class had he not.
When the class finally had wrapped up… you learnt nothing, and Tom was sure that he was a bumbling mess. The boy sitting next to you had tapped your shoulder.
It was funny.
You forgot Jeremy Lennon was sitting next to you this whole time. You had completely forgot about him. Usually you did forget about him, but this time it had only come to attention because you were so focused on teasing Tom rather than just staring.
Most students had filtered out of the room, “Hey, Jeremy.” You smiled politely, “What’s up?”
“Well… I was wondering,” He looks down at his hands – you feel for the boy, he’s nervous but confident and sweet and cute, and you kinda want to say yes out of pity, but you know you have something good with Tom.
By the time he finally spits it out, the rest of the room has filtered out. It’s just you, Jeremy, and Tom.
“I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner sometime… maybe tonight?” Jeremy asks.
You can feel Tom’s eyes on you, staring daggers. The heat of his gaze runs through you. You’re aware of the way his jaw clenches, and the muscles in it pop.
You shake your head, “Sorry, Jeremy… I’m kinda seeing someone.”
“Like a boyfriend?”
You shrug your shoulders, “Haven’t put a label on it yet… but it’s been a few weeks.”
“How do you know he’s not seeing other people.”
The words cut a little bit, but you try to stay neutral, “If he is, then that’s his problem, but I don’t want to so.”
“Okay, so?”
“Look, Jeremy, I said no… end of discussion, alright?”
Jeremy finally lets off with a role of his eyes, shoving past you although he has no reason to. Muttering something under his breath. Tom watches you as you turn to face him, a slight smile on his face.
“A perfectly capable man.”
“Not you, though.”
He smiles, “I’m not seeing other people.”
You nod your head, “I know… I just. I had to get him off my back.”
Tom stalks closer to you. Thankfully, his desk is out of the way of the door. So, when Tom sits you up on it, moving so close to your lips, nobody would be able to see, “I don’t want to see anybody, but you.”
Tom peppers kisses down your neck, “I have been waiting all week for this.” He mutters against your skin, and you can feel yourself grow wetter as he continue to move his hands. They move up your dress, burning your thighs. He notices you wear nothing underneath, but your laced panties and he could feel the patch of wet that sits.
“Fuck you are so wet for me.” He kisses your lips as you moan against them.
“Is that such a surprise, Professor?” You pout.
“I love it when you call me that, Princess.”
You almost cum at the nickname. His large, rough, hands play with the inners of your thigh, “May I?” He says swiping his finger over the layer of your pantie that separates his skin from yours.
You nod, “Please.” Your words come out as a moan. You need him.
Tom moves your pantie aside, his thumb playing with your clit. He moves slowly at first, but you pull him closer to you, carefully, your hands clawing onto his torso. His fingers finally slide inside your cunt, pressing against your g-spot, as he moves his fingers around inside, pumping them in and out. You press your head against his shoulder, moaning quietly. Tom groaned at the sound of your moans as he pumps his fingers faster and faster, trying to please you. Pushing them in so effortlessly, the wetness of your pussy squelching as he do so.
On a number of occasions, you had thought about this. Tom finger fucking you into the next world. But nothing had compared to this. Nothing had compared to the fact that he was taking you on the desk of this classroom. How his fingers were larger and rougher and pounded your cunt so much harder than you could ever imagine them to do. His fingers were much bigger than yours. It was hot. It was desirable and the fact that anyone could walk into the room just made him go faster. Made the anticipation of this whole thing so worth it. He pumps into you harder as you finally throw your head back, your muscles clench around his fingers.
“That’s right cum for me, Princess.” He whispers as you finally feel your release.
This was the first time you had even been in contact with Tom and if you didn’t want more. It was going to be hard to keep your hands off of him. Keep this a secret. You let out a soft groan, stretching your arms.
You smiled careful, “Thanks, Tommy.” The nickname rolled right off of your tongue, and you covered your mouth quickly, “Oh, I’m sorry.”
He smiles pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “Nothing to be sorry about, Darling.”
Your heart flutters at the nicknames he calls you. You’re finally getting what you deserve. Someone to love. Someone who will love you. The feeling bubbles inside you so strongly.
You press another kiss to his lips, placing your arms around his torso, wrapped in a hug. Clinging on for what feels like dear life.
“I’ll see you tonight.” You say pulling back as he pouts down at you.
“Wish you didn’t have to let go.” He comments.
“Me neither.”
*
Back in your apartment, you feel a sense of nervousness. Getting ready for this date. Even if it should be in his apartment. Even if he had already fingered you. This was the most vulnerable you felt. You sat watching the clock as it strikes six-thirty. Half an hour. You had done your makeup and Ellie was trying to pick out something nice for you to wear.
“Should I wear a dress?” You question, putting it over your silhouette. A sundress that complemented your skin and makeup. It had a pattern on it, of pleated stripes, different colours of purple sprouted from the indigo colour that took over most of the dress itself. It was a halter neck connected to a sweetheart neckline. It was also short and sweet and innocent, but you knew Tom would take it as anything but.
Ellie’s face brightens, “It’ll be perfect, he’ll love it.”
You bite your lip, “…okay. I just-” you turn your back and start changing, “I just want this to go well, right? That’s not terrible, is it? What if people find out? What if people think I’m only getting with him because I want to get my grades up, not because I actually like him.”
The dress is slid on, your skin shines in it. It complements every single part of you and Ellie sighs as she watches you turn around, “Y/n… You have nothing to worry about. You’re a grad student. School’s almost over and when it is, you and Tom will be perfectly fine. He knows you like him because he likes you too.”
You go over her words, “You’re totally right, El.”
“Always am.” She smirks, before checking her phone, “You need a ride?”
You shake your head, “He said he’s gonna pick me up,”
“So, chivalry isn’t dead… but good, I’ve got a date.” She bites her own lip, for the first time you notice she’s wearing a nice blouse and pair of jeans, so caught up in your own head you hadn’t even noticed how beautiful your roommate looked and how her ginger hair cascades down her shoulders.
You smile, “Who’s the girl?”
“Not sure!” She laughs, “It’s a blind date.”
“Thought you said you hated those.”
“First time you came back from Professor Holland’s class you said you hated it.”
“I hated the content.”
She groans, “But you didn’t!”
You whack her arm, the ding of your phone travels through the room, throwing on a cardigan and a pair of flats you smile in the mirror at yourself. Nervousness running through your stomach. You bid goodbye to your roommate, a short, tight hug. You practically ran down the stairs as you saw Tom leaning against his car.
“You shouldn’t be outside of your car,” you say softly meeting him beside it. It was a nice car; it was an Audi, and it was black and sleek and just as hot as him.
He scoffs, “and not get the chance to see how beautiful you look tonight underneath the moonlight? Not a chance.”
Your lips meet his, soft and tender, but, reluctantly, you pull away, “I heard we have a dinner to attend.”
He hums, “Yes, the chef is verygood.”
“Just as hot as the stove,” You speak as Tom gets into his car and you slide into your seat.
He chuckles, “I would agree.”
The cars ignition turned on as Tom’s foot pressed down on the accelerator. His hand slowly moved to your thigh, hot and burning. His hand moved inner, grazing the skin as his thumb moved up and down. You were flustered and he knew what he was doing to you, playing with you, and teasing you. It only made you want him more… and it pained you that you’d have to sit through the whole dinner the fighting desire to rip his clothes off and take his cock. God, you needed it. You needed him.
Tom continued to drive, only thinking of you. Every time the light would turn red and green it would reflect on you, against your eyes, your perfect skin – the skin he wished to touch, let his fingers graze. Although his hand was on your thigh, it didn’t feel like enough… It would never be enough. Not even Tom’s cock could make it feel like enough. He could never get enough of you.
The two of you pulled up to Tom’s place. He shared it with Professor Osterfield, but he was nowhere to be seen. You and Tom walked inside, not saying a word. The place was decked out, there was a candle set in the middle of a table and the mood of the room was nice, sexy, but fuck if the two of you were hungry for anything, it wasn’t food.
You turn to Tom, the silhouette of a smile on your face, you want to eat the dinner he cooked for you, but all you can think about is his hands on yours. How desire was eating up at the both of you.
“I’m not hungry, Thomas.” His name is hot on your tongue and it’s all Tom can think about. Both of you lean into a fury of passion, lips connected as Tom’s hands snake around you. Hands moving down to your ass, squeezing it as your teeth slightly graze his lip, as he allows the two of you to fully connect. Your heads are both angled to fit to each other, and you don’t know how to explain it but the two of you just… connect? It’s special, you’ve never felt this before. You want to live our your fantasies with Tom and all he wants to do is make you feel good.
You groaned against Tom’s mouth as he slyly undoes the zipper to your dress, pulling away carefully, your whisper, hot, thick and heaving as the breath tickles his face, “…I want to wear your tie when you fuck me, Professor.”
The words fall of your tongue like silk, like water in a stream. Tom’s mouth only falls slightly before it quickly turns into a softer grin, “It’s so nice to hear you say that princess.”
Tom’s lips fall onto your neck this time, as the dress finally falls down to the ground, discarded in all its purple glory, Tom would’ve proffered it in shreds; that you’d never be able to put it back on and he could look at your beautiful tits and ass in your lace panties. You hadn’t worn any sort of bra today. Tom’s lips move lower and lower, his breath hovers over your nipple as they go hard. Tom’s lips don’t touch your nipple, instead, he picks you up and takes you to his room. Your laugh fills the house as the Tom carries you up the stairs.
As much as he loves your moans, he swears he could listen to you laugh for the rest of his life.
The two of you finally reach his room and you can’t see much as Tom sits you down on the bed, the only thing that gives the two of you light is the moon falling through his window.
You don’t mind, though, and neither does Tom, you note this because his lips are back on your chest, this time, his tongue wraps around your nipple. He swirls it, circles it and pinches the other, making you moan softly, it’s nothing more than a breath accompanied by a soft groan. Tom wants to hear you moan. He wants to hear you scream his name because of him.
He needs to.
Tom removes his tongue from you, and you can’t help but sulk a little bit. In response he meets your legs, spreading them out, his thumb runs over the slit, meeting your eyes, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful… do you know that you’re beautiful my princess? Do you feelbeautiful?”
You don’t know what to say as you stay silent, did you feel beautiful in Tom’s arms? Sure, you felt like the only girl in the whole entire world. But did you truly feel beautiful? You didn’t know.
Tom senses this and only gives a small ‘tsk’, “We can fix that,” He coos, rubbing slow circles over the slit of your pussy, “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
Slowly, Tom’s tongue slides over your clit, sucking softly on the nub, you can feel yourself bite back a moan as Tom’s tongue continues to lap over you. Spreading yourself wider, Tom’s tongue runs up your pussy and back to your clit tasting your wet and moaning at the salty sweet. It was better than he ever thought it could be, the way you tasted was sweeter than most he had ever had. He didn’t know if a man had ever eaten you out properly, because not many know how. But Tom was good at it. He knew he was good at it. He continues to circle as he puts some pressure onto your clit. You let out one of your quiet moans, it so soft and careful and delicate. But Tom needs you to cry out everything you’re feeling, he needs to know that he’s making you feel good. He puts more pressure onto you but it’s the same thing, however, this time you slide your hand into those curls of his. Pressing him harder against you. This time a louder moan… but it’s still not enough for Tom.
Much to your dismay, Tom’s quick with removing his tongue from your pussy and sliding up to meet your lips in another kiss. His thigh in between your legs, pressed against your pussy; you let out a rigid breath. The fabric of his pants is probably marked by you. His pants are tight and he’s aching for his cock to be inside of you… and you feel the same. Your pussy aching around Tom’s thigh, the material of him.
“Professor,” You heave against the air, “I need you, please.”
He’s got a smirk toying on his face as he stands to unbuckle his pants, “Y/n,” He says, not using your nickname as he drops the first layer of clothing, throwing his belt somewhere else as it lands with a soft clink, “I’ll ask you again, do you feel beautiful?”
You’re still unsure of what to say. You don’t know. You still feel like the only thing that matter’s to Tom. But that doesn’t mean anything. That doesn’t mean anything at all. You look up at Tom. You both know that when you don’t try and look sexy for Tom, you doubt your beauty. You doubt how beautiful you are, and Tom needs you to know that you’re beautiful.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?” He asks, standing over you, now naked, his shirt removed and his abs glowing in the moonlight. His cock is hard, and long and all you need is his cock. That’s all you need. All you need is Tom inside of you. You want to feel every last drop of cum inside your pussy. You want to feel every inch of his body. Dig your nails into the toned muscles of his back and have him fuck you hard.
Tom picks up his tie and walks over to you, “As I recall you wished to wear this?”
You gulp, your body taken over by lust, but still nonetheless nervous to have sex with Tom, “Yeah. I did.”
“Don’t hesitate to tell me when to stop, Princess,” he says as you sit up and he ties the tie around your neck. It hangs loosely. But your naked body touching it confirms that he’d only wear that tie every single day for the rest of his career.
“I don’t want you to stop Tom, I want to feel you. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me feel beautiful.”
Tom smiles a chaste kiss to your lips as you lie back down, he joins you on the bed, pressing kisses to your neck, ready to go deep inside of your cunt, press himself against you. But Tom has one condition for you.
“You want to feel beautiful?” Tom says presses another kiss to your neck, his breath trailing up to your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “No..no.. you’ll be telling me you’re beautiful, you’ll do that until you cum and if you don’t, I’ll stop. I’ll stop fucking you. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, Princess… do you understand?” Tom questions you.
God, you were getting wetter by the moment, the fact that he was willing to do this to you, was everything you ever needed to feel better, to feel good about yourself. So, you nod, your stomach bubbling with lust and excitement, “I understand, Professor.”
Tom’s slit meets your dripping wet cunt, sliding in slowly, carefully, “Tell me you’re beautiful, y/n.”
“I’m beautiful,” You say as Tom presses into you, “I’m beautiful.” You continue to speak as he thrusts in and out of your hole, pressing against your g-spot, suddenly it becomes harder to form words, as Tom presses hard against your cunt, his cock squelching inside of you.
Tom starts to slow, and you know exactly why, “I’m beautiful.” You say once more as Tom presses into your cunt again, faster this time, his fingers wasting no time to meet your clit, stimulating every single part of you, “I’m beauti- oh, fuck, yes,” You’re interrupted as Tom continues to pound into your pussy, his hand slowly grabbing onto the tie as it tightens around your neck, making you moan once more.
“I’m beautiful.” Tom’s cock presses further into you, his grunts becoming unbearable. Your bodies moving like oceans, rivers, and waterfalls. In sync with each other as his balls begin to slap against your sink, his hips thrusting into you. You’re only more turned on by the way the tie starts to cling to your neck.
“I’m beautiful.” You speak once more and Tom presses his lips to yours this time, his cock still moving against your pussy and his fingers still toying with your clit as you moan, taking the nub in between his fingers and rubbing it, making it pulse.
“I’m beautiful.” The words come out of your mouth like a second language at this point. Feeling Tom inside of you, made you feel like you were floating. Feeling his fingers continuously rub at your clit and you begin to cling to his torso, rigid moans come out of your mouth as Tom pants, both of you in a hot and sweaty mess. Your nails go down his back as he opens his mouth, a moan escaping from his own.
“I’m beautiful.” You sob from pleasure as Tom continues to pound into your tight cunt, you feel that feeling in your stomach, the one that tells you that you’re going to cum all over Tom’s cock, “Tom I need to cum.” You speak through pants, as your body shakes, your tits bouncing, Tom lets go of the tie.
“Cum for me, you beautiful Princess.” He groans as he feels your pussy tighten around his cock.
You moan releasing yourself all over him, Tom goes to pull out of you, but you don’t want him to, you never did, “Tom cum inside me, please,” You squirm under his touch, feeling the pressure of his cock move slower.
“Are you sure, Princess?” He questions you.
“I swear I’m on birth control. Please, I just need you Professor,” You beg as he press into you, slowing down, “Please.”
Tom nods, “If you’re sure, Princess.”
He continues to pound into you, he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge as he continues to bury himself into you, as you moan again, your pussy wet as he moves in you, his cock coated in your orgasm. He can feel his slit touch every part of you as he grunts softly, pounding your pussy. He can feel himself coming closer and closer and you can sense it. His cock twitching inside of you.
“Professor, please,” you groan, “Cum for me, please.” Your begs are the thing that gets him over the edge, turning him on, his stomach burning with fire as the sticky white cum explodes into your pussy. You can feel his cock twitch, all the tension leaving his body as he falls next to you, pulling you closer to him.
Both of you are panting, breath faced. The room feels hot, and the both of you can barely breathe in the sauna. Your head rests against Tom’s chest, he presses a kiss to your head.
“… You see, now, I’m hungry.” You speak as Tom can only laugh, it fills the room and brings you so much joy.
“I think we can manage that… I made steak, but it might be cold.”
You laugh pressing a kiss to Tom’s chest, your lips grazing his abs.
“We could go get some food truck food, instead.” You ponder out loud.
Tom hums, “I’d love that.” Another kiss lands on your forehead.
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Reader is dating profeesor!tom and on valentine's day she gets a lot of gifts and proposals and that made tom jealous?
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You’ve been with Tom since the beginning of winter break — that was early December. Now, you’re finishing the second semester while maintaining your secret relationship. Once you finish out the school year, he won’t be your professor anymore, which means you’re free to be out in public with him whenever you want. For now, though, you’re keeping things on the low.
Just as you leave your dorm for the morning, the boy across from your room — Michael, his name is — closes his door at the same time, almost as if he was waiting for you to leave.
“Uh, hi.”
“Goodmorning,” You greet him with a smile, moving your books and binders to your left arm, leaving your right arm open.
“Happy Valentine’s day,” he thrusts a heart-shaped box of chocolates forward shyly.
You’re taken aback by the sudden movement, cautiously taking the box while examining him & it. You smile, flattered at the action.
“Aw, thank you so much, Mike.”
He nods, as if dismissing it, and you share a laugh, the two of you going your separate ways for your lectures.
You head in the direction of Tom’s lecture hall; it’s your first class of the day, and as you stride through the entrance with your box of chocolates, you smile at Tom. He returns the smile, doing a once over on your outfit; you’re wearing a skirt and your favorite hoodie. You don’t miss the blush that rises on his cheeks. He glances down at your hands and his brows furrow. He goes to mouth his question “what’s that?”
You chuckle to yourself, waving him off. You make your way to your usual seat, setting down your textbook and binder, keeping your chocolates nearby. As you get seated, a girl that sits behind you walks up to you with a flower in one hand and a card in the other.
“Hey, Y/N…” She smiles shyly, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.
You glance up, returning her smile. Tom watches the whole encounter with a clenched jaw. “Hey, Kimberly.”
“Happy V-Day,” she hands you the simple treasures, which you accept gratefully.
“Aww…” You sniff the flower, smiling in bliss as your eyes flutter shut momentarily. “This is so sweet. Thank you, Kimb.”
Class goes on, but you can't shake the feeling of Tom’s stiff demeanor whenever he glances towards you. His eyes grow a shade darker and his jaw gets tighter with every passing minute. By the time the lecture ends, his shoulders are as tense as ever and his eyes won’t leave you.
As you gather up your belongings, you make your way off the seats, but you’re stopped at the exit by a group of boys, who each hold up a poster. You gasp in realization, and Tom tilts his head curiously.
“Will,” one of the boys starts.
“You.”
“Be.”
“My Valentine?” Tyler finishes, walking forward with a bouquet of flowers. Your mouth drops open in shock, taking a step back while you soak everything in.
You turn around to look at Tom, and when you catch him staring, he looks away while continuing to rearrange his books and prepare for the next lecture.
“Uhm…” You breathe out a laugh, almost embarrassed by the public declaration of likeness. “I’m so honored, thank you. But-uhm,” you slur the words together, glancing to the other three boys who helped Tyler out. “I already have a Valentine.”
“Aww,” One of them goes.
“Alright,” Tyler says with a laugh. “That’s okay. See you for Monday’s lecture?”
You nod, taking the bouquet from his hand and waving goodbye. Him and his friends walk out together, talking about one thing or another, and you stay frozen while the room empties. When everyone is gone, you spin around to find Tom still messing with the supplies on his desk.
He avoids your eyes while you step closer, hesitantly, with the flowers in your face.
“Tommy?”
He hums in response, urging you to continue without making it seem like he cares.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he clicks his tongue.
“You seem angry.”
He freezes, glancing up at you while leaning both hands on his desk. “I’m not.” His jaw tightens and the realization hits you. You giggle quietly to yourself, stepping closer so you’re up against the other end of his desk.
“Are you… jealous?”
“No.”
“You are,” You insist, moving around the desk and abandoning your Valentine’s Day goodies on one end.
“I’m not.”
“You are,” You finish, merely a foot away from him. The lecture doors are closed, giving you the peace and security of just his presence. You step closer to him, standing in between him and the desk, and you link your hands behind his neck. “You know I’m only yours.”
His hand stays put by your elbow, stroking the skin up and down. “I know,” He says softly, eyes trained on the floor.
“You have my heart,” you whisper, forehead against his.
His brows unfurrow and the feeling makes you giggle. He nods against you. “Just want everyone to know that you’re my pretty girl. Especially those frat boys.”
“Just a few months, Tommy,” You assure him, kissing his cheek. “Just a few months.”
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We wear the mask (that I cannot see through) by Goawaylife We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile _______________________________ Peter Parker (Presently known as Ben Reilly) is offered an Internship at SI through one of his Professors contacts years after what happened at the Statue of Liberty. He has to decide between saving his vague looking future or his slowly declining sanity. Words: 921, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, May Parker (Spider-Man) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Michelle Jones, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Pepper Potts Additional Tags: Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Eventual Fluff, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Genius Peter Parker, Good Friend Michelle Jones, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Alternate Universe - College/University, Secret Identity, Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries, Peter Parker is a Mess, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Panic Attacks, Tony Stark survives Endgame, Tony Stark Lives
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What If…The First Snap Went Differently?
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In a parallel world—Thanos snaps his fingers on Thursday, 05/31/2018. However, the end result is completely unexpected, but neither he nor the remaining Avengers know until five years later—when Professor Hulk initiates the second snap on Tuesday, 10/17/2023.
Words: 8819, Chapters: 2/3, Language: English
Series: Part 20 of Stephen Strange Loves His Family In Every Universe
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), WandaVision (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Sherlock (TV), What If...? (TV 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Gen
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What If The First Snap Went Differently?
by ParallelUniverses_vs_AlternateTimelines
In a parallel world—Thanos snaps his fingers on Thursday, 05/31/2018. However, the end result is completely unexpected, but neither he nor the remaining Avengers know until five years later—when Professor Hulk initiates the 2nd snap on Tuesday, 10/17/2023.
Words: 27583, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English
Series: Part 10 of Stephen Strange Loves His Family In Every Universe, Part 2 of Good Eurus Holmes
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Doctor Strange (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), WandaVision (TV), Sherlock (TV), What If...? (TV 2021)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, Cassie Lang, Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff, Sherlock Holmes, Eurus Holmes, May Parker (Spider-Man), Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Maggie Lang, Kate Bishop, Other Avengers, Other Marvel Characters, Other Sherlock (TV) Characters
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