#professor X Student

[mmeskywalker]

|| teachers pet

summary: HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN is your professor. a couple of weeks ago, he assigned you to tutor a student who had to retake his class. dylan was a sweet, attractive guy and you had no problem tutoring him. however, noticing the shift in the two of your behaviors, professor christensen began developing a problem. he wanted you to himself.

a/n: i made a janitor ai bot on this au, let me know if you’d like it love, xoxo.

warnings: possibly DDDNE, porn WITH a plot, jealousy, possession, no protection (p in v), biting, choking, age gap, cream pie.

you were a wonderful student; always writing notes, listening intently to your professors lectures, your eyes glued to his lips as the information stuck to your skin like a thick coat of glue. the same skin you wanted your professor to suck, and nip until it bruised a pretty purple.

inhaling, you watched the clock strike two. the class had ended and your peers were packing their belongings, heading toward the door, as PROFESSOR CHRISTENSEN wiped the chalkboard off. his fingers wrapped around the eraser, his arm swiftly moving across the space as he waited for you to walk up to him. earlier, he requested to speak to you in private after class. of course, you were nervous, but you replied with a simple, “whatever you want.”

with a deep inhale, professor christensen cleared his throat, the subtle sound resonating through the empty classroom, “thank you,” he said, setting down his eraser. he leaned against his desk, his eyes traveling sullenly your way, and when he finally spoke, there was a noticeable hint of vagueness in his usually direct tone. "there’s a student i’m concerned about, and i believe you would be the perfect tutor for him.” his voice lowered slightly, careful and demanding all at once.

“straight to the point,” you muttered, trying to hide your disappointment with a laugh as you sat in front of him, “so,” you blew out a breath, “who would i be tutoring, professor?”

"dylan grimes. he’s new here, started some time ago," he began, "very bright, but has trouble keeping up with the pace of the class. i thought, seeing as you were so kind..." with a sly grin, he reached for your hand, his thumb caressing your palm, "...you might help him out a bit."

you couldn’t resist the tantalizing scent of his cologne mingling with the familiar scent of chalk dust, cigarettes and paper. it made your head spin. you could rarely tell him no anyway, thereforth you found yourself accepting his offer, “i’d be delighted.”

professor christensen chuckled softly, tilting his head back slightly in appreciation of your response. he stood up straight again, crossing the few feet separating you to stand loom over your frame, his cologne becoming stronger now. placing his hands on your shoulders, he leaned closer still, his plump lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a husky whisper, "i knew you wouldn't let me down." his warm breath grazed your sensitive ear canal, causing goosebumps to form on your neck once more.

dylan grimes was kind. he wasn’t angry that the professor wanted him to have a tutor, rather he was grateful. he was grateful that someone would give him the time of day he needed to pass, because he never experienced that at home; he always had to figure things out on by himself. you tutoring him was a blessing, and he made sure to let you know how much he appreciated you.

“thank you, really,” dylan exclaimed, closing his notes, “i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

his brown curls bounced off of his forehead, hitting his freckled skin as his glimmering green eyes peered graciously onto yours. they were shining from the glimpse of sunlight that shone through your dorm-room window, and god, you couldn’t look away. he had you captivated. “don’t mention it,” you smiled, “i’m glad i was able to give you that extra push. you’re doing great!”

it had only been a week since your professor assigned you to the task of tutoring dylan. he didn’t expect you to enjoy hanging out with each other; nor did he realize dylan was sneaking into your dorm late at night and thanking you in ways other than muttering a mere thank you. dylan was leaving flowers on your doorstep, slowly sneaking himself into your life, and even kissed your cheek from time to time. to you, it wasn’t a big deal. he was cute. you’re fine with getting that form of attention from a cute guy. but to professor christensen… he watched as dylan would smile at you throughout class, it made his blood boil. he hated the way dylan looked at you, the way he deemed only he could look at you.

stopping his lecture, he’d tap his ruler on his desk, “i hope you’re paying attention to this next part class,” your professor wouldn’t outright say dylan’s name when he pulled this stunt, rather he stared at him, hoping he’d stop undressing you with his eyes.

though, you weren’t paying much attention to your beloved professor, your eyes were glued to your phone screen, giggling down at the admiring texts dylan sent you throughout class.

“you’re so beautiful,” one said.

another one rolled in, “you’re intelligent, funny, and god… you coming into my life is something i thank the lord for every night.”

his words were sweet. however, the harmful gaze professor christensen had was not. he knew something was going on between you and dylan, and he’d be lying to say that it didn’t bother him.

he wanted you to himself; he wanted all of you to himself.

so… he called you to meet him after class.

now it was time. professor christensen gave you a faint smile before standing up, straightening out his suit jacket. "ah, take a seat.” he cooed.

he wasn’t ashamed to light cigarettes in the classroom, and right now, he needed to release some stress before he found himself losing his temper. “i wanted to talk to you about the project i assigned a couple of weeks ago," he mused. he carefully took a seat on his rolley chair, which moved back from his desk slightly, "i noticed… things have gotten quite… intimate between you and dylan during your tutoring sessions." he took a slow drag of his cigarette, blowing out a ring of smoke before exhaling.

raising your brows, you asked, “what do you mean?” as if you were confused. however, you knew exactly what he was implying. only, you didn’t expect him to confront you so meanlessly in a classroom setting. actually, scratch that. you never expected him to confront you on a matter you didn’t even believe concerned him in the first place. yet, the confrontation sent a chill down your spine, involuntarily causing you to cross your legs.

“am i wrong?" his brows furrowed slightly, displaying worry and slight disapproval. you shook your head, and he sighed. he knew that he's been overbearing lately, but he couldn't help himself. he needed you all to himself. the thought of you making love to someone other than him… he couldn’t fathom it. he’s imagined the sensation of your thighs wrapped around his waist, your arms tied around his neck, and the sweet taste of your pussy being savored on his tongue. it drove him insane. you drove him insane.

"don't pretend as if you don’t know what I’m talking about, sweet girl," professor christensen said, shaking his head lightly with a playful sigh. he stepped around his desk. despite being in his mid-forties, his muscular build was perfectly accentuated in his fitted black turtleneck, exposing the strong muscles of his arms underneath the sleeves he had rolled up to his elbows.

his dirty blonde hair fell messily over his brow, casting enticing shadows on the intense blue eyes that peered deeply into yours. "i know you've spent far too much time on your so-called 'tutoring sessions'. care to explain?" he leaned in closer, heat radiating off of him like a warm furnace against the cool classroom air.

you leaned back into your chair, looking at him through thick, heavy eyes, “i don’t have anything to explain. you wanted me to tutor him, didn’t you?”

following that, you swallowed thickly. you realized what was happening, and the way he was looking at you proved it. he was jealous. his gaze was practically burning through your skull. you crossed your legs tighter, squeezing them together as you tilted your head to the side innocently, “are you upset? because you shouldn’t be. his grades are going up, just as you wanted.”

to that, he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "i did initially," he admitted grudgingly. "but things have gotten... too personal." he stepped forward, stopping mere centimeters away from you, reaching his hand out to cup your chin delicately, lifting it so that your eyes locked. "i like having you all to myself, darling." his warm breath was caressing your neck, his finger trailing down the base of your throat before his palm wrapped around your neck, "i like the way you moan when you touch yourself, i know how you’d squirm and arch into my touch,” slowly, he squeezed your neck, sending shockwaves of desire and fear coursing through your body. "i don't want anyone else claiming those sounds as their own."

you couldn’t respond, you could hardly breathe, but you weren’t making an attempt to stop him. the base of his thumb was massaging the side of your neck as he bit your sensitive skin, causing you to choke out a quiet whimper.

"see, i don’t give a flying fuck about dylan's grades, my love," he growled softly, placing his cigarette in the ashtray, “all i care about is you, and having all of you to myself.” standing straight again, he let go, this time towering over you. "the problem,” he continued softly, “the problem is you... you and your tempting body that has been teasing mine to its breaking point,” he spat, “no. the problem is dylan finding that same intensity and desire within you… i despise the thought of a specimen so low touching you in ways only i’m allowed to explore.”

“i’m selfish.” he sounded desperate, his palms caressing down your cheeks, “i want you all to myself. i want your heart, your body, and your mind. i want all of you.”

leaning forward, his breath brushed against your neck again. almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you. his plump lips dragged against the red marks from his previous aggression, lightly kissing the sensitive skin as his hand moved downward to cup your denim-clad ass, "i don’t want to share you with that young man," he growled, before grabbing ahold of your wrists.

he pulled you closer until your chest was pressed against his broad one. his cock responded instantly to your nearness, hardening painfully in his pants, and he let out a low groan. "i don’t want to see you with him anymore," he bit almost dangerously, his voice husky with desire.

“professor.” your voice fell flat as turned you around and backed you into a wall.

releasing your wrist slowly, he whispered, "dear, sweet girl," he exhaled heavily, his chest expanding and contracting. "i see it in your pretty eyes. don’t deny me of this." his knee was pressed between your legs, his cock pressing harder against your crotch, making it obvious just how much his desire for you was burning.

"don’t treat me like some weak-minded scholar that needs to indulge in the company of other students," he whispered, his breath ghosting softly against your ear. "i know you, my love. i know you crave more, deep within your soul." his hands moved down, gripping your hips firmly. he pushed you back against the cool stone wall of the classroom, his erection now pressed firmly against your stomach, pulsating through the fabric of his pants.

his voice grew huskier, each syllable washing over you in an unrelenting wave. "i crave you as much as you crave me, sweetheart, more than my next breath. you make me insane, you make my dreams obsessed with tasting you, taking you, owning you. i won’t let you see him anymore, not if I have anything to say about it."

reaching for your button fly, he yanked it open with rough agitation before tearing at the zipper in one swift motion. "tell me you want this, tell me you want me, tell me so i know i can continue.”

with shaking fingers, you pulled down the zipper of his trousers, freeing his impressive length from its confining prison. he groaned deeply, his warm breath fanning over your cheek, as he palmed your ass, squeezing it firmly.

"finally yours," he growled, as if claiming you for his own, before his hips rocked forward, his throbbing cockhead pressing against your wetness.

"fuck..." you managed to whisper, your voice cracking slightly. "of course i want you."

that was all he needed to hear. without warning, he slammed into you, claiming you with brutal force yet with immense pleasure. his dick throbbed inside of you, stretching you slowly, making you gasp and arch your back into him as he picked up a steady rhythm. his free hand gripped your hair, holding you in place while he took what he believed he owed.

"my pet," he groaned, his own raspy breath matching yours in a yearning rhythm, his lips attacking your neck, “my everything.”

"you belong to me," he proclaimed, as he thrusted into you relentlessly, pounding into you like he was making you his. your hips met his each time he thrust, aiding the process of taking you over completely. his other hand found its way to your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple, as if begging it to harden under his touch. "and yet, you’ve never claimed me as yours, darling. it's about time you did." he growled, thrashing into you harder. you could feel every inch of him, and you covered your mouth to stifle a whimper.

"i dare you, little one," he urged, pumping into you with more ferocity. a sly look crossed his face, making his beautiful blue eyes darken as he continued to thrust. his hands never stopping their exploration on your body.

"say it, say you're mine," he growled, his hips driving into you, grinding you against the cold wall. "i won't stop until you admit to it, until i see the fire in your eyes that only I can ignite.” you struggled slightly, only to be yanked back by his desperate hands, his thumb digging into your nipple.

"say you're mine, all mine," he whispered, his breaths coming harder, his hips driving into you more frantically.

"all yours,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with each thrust. despite moments of discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through your veins, a mix of desire and submission. your body was wrapped around his like a glove, and you found yourself worshiping him, craving his touch.

that’s all he needed to pick up the pace, his thrusts getting faster and stronger.

he leaned forward, his lips met your ear as he mumbled, "don’t forget it, sweetheart." his breathing quickened, and the intensity of his thrusts grew as if he was trying to mark you as his. the room grew hazy, the dimming lights and the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the empty classroom. "you are mine," he insisted, "no one else deserves to touch you, no one else deserves to have you."

as he rammed into you, you could feel the approaching climax, the build up of pleasure stabbing at every nerve. "that's it, sweetheart. feel it!" he roared, his voice graveled with lust. you clung to him, your nails marking his back as you sucked him in. as he thrust harder, you cried out, the climax building up within you like a tidal wave. with your body quivering and pulsating, each thrust felt like a stab at your core, an explosion of pleasure and desire.

you clung to him, riding the wave of ecstasy as his thrusts grew more frenzied. he moaned into your ear, his teeth grazing your skin, bathing you in his passion.

"yes, yes..." he urged, panting heavily as he thrust, his dick swelling with each thrust. "come for me, my love. let go... let me have you..."

finally, the climax hit you like a truck, engulfing your entire body in waves upon waves of pleasure. you collapsed into him, your breaths heavy as you panted against his neck, clinging to the last remnants of the intense pleasure.

"you're beautiful. that was perfect, just fucking perfect,” he groaned against your ear, his hips flexing, plunging into you one last time before he let go, shuddering and gasping. “f-fuck,” he whimpered. his whole world crashed onto you as he filled you to the brim with his seed, the warmth of his release pulsating within you.

he tugged at his pants, gathering himself before he slowly pulled out of you, his chest heaving. "god, that was... you’re so wonderful, everything i imagined," he whispered, his breath hittingched with each movement. you nodded, your eyes still clouded with pleasure, your body still quivering from the force of the intensity.

sitting down, keeping one arm around you, he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head. "i still want nothing else but you, fresh out from a lecture and through each lesson." he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips, "and no one else."

"you will never see him again," he added, his voice firm, "i could never allow that." you just nodded, nuzzling against him as the afterglow of the encounter enveloped both of you.

"what do you think, my love?" he asked, biting his bottom lip, his eyes darkening "can you keep a secret?" you looked at him, nodding slowly. "i’ll keep our little secret,” you whispered, kissing his neck gently.

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[grangerhater]

A GAME OF TABOO

pairing: professor!Remus Lupin x student!reader

synopsis: it’s against the school principles but it’s just for a night right?

smut

warning: plot, teacher-student relationship, they are both two consenting adults, p in v penetration, nick names “daddy” and “baby” once or twice, spanking

The rain poured heavily outside as Y/N hurriedly made her way through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was her last year at the prestigious school, and despite the gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Today was the day she would meet her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin.

As Y/N entered the classroom, a warm, inviting atmosphere greeted her. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books, and the crackling fire in the fireplace emitted a comforting glow. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the figure standing by the blackboard.

Professor Lupin turned to face her, his eyes filled with kindness and warmth. He had a tired look about him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But there was an air of wisdom and intelligence that made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, I presume?" Professor Lupin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Please, come in. Take a seat."

Y/N nodded and took a seat at the front of the classroom, her heart fluttering nervously. As the other students filed in, Professor Lupin began the lesson, captivating the class with his vast knowledge and engaging teaching methods. Y/N found herself hanging onto every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more and more infatuated with Professor Lupin. His calm and patient demeanor, combined with his intelligence, drew her in like a moth to a flame. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was wrong to have feelings for her teacher.

Throughout the lesson, Y/N found herself constantly stealing glances at Professor Lupin. His voice was soothing, lulling her into a sense of comfort as he explained the intricacies of the Patronus Charm. She admired the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly and captivating the entire class.

After class, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to gather her belongings as the other students filed out. She watched as Professor Lupin collected his papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. Summoning her courage, she approached his desk.

"Professor Lupin, I wanted to ask you something," Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of her. "Of course, Y/N. What can I help you with?"

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I was wondering if you could recommend any additional reading on the Patronus Charm. I find it fascinating and would love to learn more about it."

A smile spread across Professor Lupin's face as he reached for a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a worn, leather-bound book. "Ah, I have just the thing for you. This is an advanced text on the Patronus Charm. It delves into the theory behind it and provides numerous tips for successful casting. I believe you'll find it quite enlightening."

Y/N's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the book. "Thank you, Professor Lupin. I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I am always here for you" he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Over the following weeks, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Professor Lupin. They often engaged in deep discussions about various magical subjects, and their conversations would stretch into the night. Y/N cherished these moments, treasuring the connection she felt with him.

As the months passed, Y/N's feelings for Professor Lupin grew stronger and stronger. She found herself thinking about him constantly, and longing for his company. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that a teacher-student relationship was taboo, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

One day, after class, well after curfew that is Y/N snuck out of the party that was held in her common room and drunkenly decided to take a chance and admit her feelings to Professor Lupin. She gathered her courage and knocked on his office door, her heart racing.

Unfortunately, her drunken confession came at the wrong time as Professor Lupin had just finished a particularly hard day of work and was resting in his office as he enjoyed his well-earned drink. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any conversations, let alone one with a drunken student, so he ignored the knock on the door and continued sipping on his drink, assuming that whoever it was outside the door would eventually get the hint and leave him alone. But she continued knocking on the door, oblivious to Lupin's intentions and wanting nothing more than to finally tell him how she really feels.

Lupin eventually got up and answered the door, immediately realizing that it was Y/N , and annoyed that this drunken adventure wasn't ending anytime soon. Despite his annoyance, Lupin was still fond of her and knew that she had been having a rough time lately, so he softened his demeanor and asked, "miss Y/N, what are you doing knocking on my door at this time of night?" she sheepishly looked down at her feet as she answered, "I-I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." Lupin's expression turned to one of confusion as he asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

Y/N realized that she had to be serious if she wanted Lupin to take her seriously. She met Lupin's gaze and said in a determined tone, "No, this is no joke. I really do have feelings for you." Lupin's face softened further as he said, " I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but we can't be together. I'm your professor, and-" she interrupted him, saying, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I just wanted you to know that I have real feelings for you."

Lupin looked at her, trying to figure out what to say next. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had always been attracted to her. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Listen Y/N… I can't act on any personal urges I may have for you. It's against school policy -and-"

Y/N interrupted him again as she stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his arms and leaning in closer. "So you're saying you're attracted to me too?"

Lupin felt his face blushing as the tension mounted between them. "I can't -", he began to say but was stopped as she leaned in closer to him, bringing her face close to his. Lupin couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at him with such desire. He took a deep breath and said, "This is not the smartest thing either of us could do, but..”

He led her inside and locked the door behind them. He pushed her against the wall, eager to fulfill their unspoken desires. Y/N couldn't believe that her night of liquid courage had paid off, but she knew that she wanted Lupin more than anything in the world at that moment.

As Lupin kissed her with all the passion he had been suppressing for so long, her heart raced with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Lupin's neck and let him take control of the situation. Lupin gently pulled her robes off as he kissed her neck and began to explore her body. Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Y/N in this moment. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he made his way down her body. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as Lupin's lips brushed against her sensitive skin.

He continued to explore her body with his mouth, devouring her sensitive skin with his kisses. As his hands groped her curves, Y/N felt her pleasure grow and she responded by running her hands through Lupin's hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Lupin was feeling more aroused than he had in years and he finally forgot about his worries and concerns. His focus was now completely on the woman in his arms and the joy she was bringing him in this moment.

Lupin and Y/N’s passion intensified as they kissed and groped each other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lupin knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was beyond the point of worrying about rules or consequences. He wanted Y/N and he was going to have her no matter what. her moans of pleasure grew louder as Lupin increased the intensity of his kisses, running his hands over her body and squeezing her curves. Y/N was lost in a state of blissful pleasure that was overwhelming and she knew that she never wanted it to end

His hands moved down to Y/N's panties, pulling them off to reveal her wetness. He slid a finger inside her causing her to moan louder. Y/N reached down and unzipped Lupin's pants, freeing his hard member. She stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. Lupin positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly at first, but then picking up speed. They moved together in perfect harmony, their passion intensifying with every thrust.

Lupin grabbed Y/N's hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. He bit down on it leaving a mark. Y/N moaned in pleasure, the pain only adding to the pleasure Lupin's thrusts became rougher and more aggressive, making Y/N scream with pleasure. He spanked her ass, leaving it red and raw. They were both lost in a world of rough intense pleasure with nothing else mattering but the ecstasy they were feeling

Lupin continued to spank Y/N's ass, each hit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She begged for more, wanting to feel the pain and pleasure mix together. Lupin obliged, hitting her harder and harder until she was screaming in pleasure. He pulled out and flipped her over entering her from behind.

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and cried out calling him "daddy" in a moment of intense pleasure. Lupin's desire for her grew even stronger at the sound of the nickname, and he pounded into her harder and faster until they both reached the peak of ecstasy together.

He growled in pleasure as he continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked his voice filled with desire. Y/N moaned in response, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, daddy," she replied, her voice filled with need. Lupin's thrusts became even rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room

he whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how he was going to make her come. Y/N's moans grew louder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her with his rough, skilled hands

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes until he finally reached his peak. Lupin's climax was intense, his body shaking with pleasure as he came inside her with a groan. They both collapsed onto the bed exhausted and satisfied with their experience. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Lupin pulled Y/N close to him and whispered in her ear, "That was amazing, baby" Y/N smiled up at him, feeling content and satisfied. "Yes, it was," she replied, her voice filled with pleasure. They both knew that what they had just experienced was something special, something that they would never forget.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #professor lupin x reader #mauraders #harry potter hc #harry potter #remus lupin headcanon #remus lupin smut #maurauders smut #professor x student #teacher x student #smut

[your-nanas-house]

Last time ?

◇ Pairing: Student!Tom Riddle X Professor!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, nipple sucking, boobs, Tom Riddle, small age-gap, characters of age.

◇ Summary: Miss Y/l/n promised herself that it was the last time but Tom didn't want the same.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is part 2 of the fic "The Beginning". Enjoy (Part 3 here)

Several weeks had passed of the occurrence of Tom's little plan, things had not changed much, Y/n pretended it had never happened and he continued to think about her...constantly, incessantly and with his hand around his aching member.

The young magician needed more, he needed her and was aware of it, they needed each other. Y/n just had to realize it- she would do it sooner or later.

Another problem that bothered Tom was that he didn't know how he could find another moment like that, where they were alone, undisturbed and in perfect surroundings. The last few times the boy had tried to ask her for help, she had managed to send prefects or fellow household members to help him, thus ruining the young man's plans.

However, the more time passed and the more a positive feeling came over Tom, the wizard was sure that the right moment would come. Indeed, just as he had premeditated, the moment presented itself.

It was the perfect evening, the perfect place and the perfect time, he just had to get rid of the third wheel that was the older Slytherin prefect to be able to present himself in the DADA classroom all alone.

An innocent smile was on his face as he made his way into the room and slowly closed the door to catch Y/n by surprise, who was still arranging things on her desk.

She looked stunning, the pastel green dress she had decided to wear that day brought out her Slytherin spirit, the open buttons allowed a view of her boobs- her perfect boobs.

She had taken off her shoes for some bizarre reason, her hair was no longer combed and perfect as it had been during the previous lesson but was pulled up and secured with her wand, her hands grazed the parchment paper as her eyes y/e/c moved from left to right, she was clearly reading, Tom could tell, especially since she was wearing her reading glasses.

He had been lucky enough to see her wear them only a few times and each time they created some pleasant sensation in his body.

The young wizard, still wearing his uniform, approached her quietly with his usual pace and then wrapped his strong arms around her hips, pressing her like that against his chest as he left hungry kisses on her neck.

Y/n's body stiffened immediately, her gaze moving to the hands that were holding her captive, recognising the long fingers and pale skin almost immediately. "Tom-" she said his name before letting a gasp escape as the boy's hands pushed her onto her desk, before stroking down her arms with his hands to reach hers, holding them in an iron grip.

"Tom! What are you doing?!" the young professor asked him in an alarmed tone, a blush present on her face "I've missed you" was Riddle's reply, who began to move his pelvis slowly against her ass perfectly imprisoned by the skirt of her dress that now hugged every curve, thus giving Tom another reason to jerk himself off later.

Things did not go as planned, in fact they did not continue as per the Slytherin heir's initial plan. As soon as Y/n reached for her wand she managed to free herself from his grasp and finally meet the dark eyes with dilated pupils of his favourite student.

She pointed her wand at him as a warning not daring to open her mouth again, too embarrassed by the situation he had put her in, thighs clenched in arousal and a wet patch that was growing larger and larger on her hidden underwear, even her nipples had reacted by becoming erect and hard, struggling against the soft fabric of her dress that allowed the perfect view.

"We had a pact, the thing that happened in the prefects' bathroom was supposed to be the first and last time" Y/n quickly clarified, backing away a step as Tom approached not at all startled by the wand "don't tell me you didn't think about it constantly, I did, the memories continued to haunt me" the young man revealed as he moved closer and closer, trapping her against the desk "Tom" she warned him again receiving no response, "Tom" she tried again, focusing on keeping him away from her mind and body to avoid giving in another time.

"Don't you want to help a student of yours in need?" the boy joked in an amused tone, an iconic smirk on his face, his head tilted slightly "you're not a student in need" she replayed softly.

Tom could see from the state of his teacher that she was very close to giving in to the human's more animalistic desires and he knew all too well how to break her.

His large hand grasped hers and placed it right on his boner, which was still covered by the trousers of his school uniform. His voice became deeper as he spoke to her again confirming that he was in need of help "I am very much in distress and you are the teacher of reference for my house..don't you want to help me? I don't think the headmaster would be very happy about that..a good teacher like you who doesn't want to help and provide for her students…" Tom whispered the threat in her ear in a voice that could almost be considered sweet.

Y/n knew that if Tom spoke to the headmaster he would be able to charm him with his charisma, she herself had fallen for it more than once.

Even though..She didn't really want to leave this power to her student, with her mind partially clouded by need and the slight threat, she thought that doing it one more time with Tom seemed the best option.

So her hand that was threateningly gripping the wand lowered and with a swift movement Tom's trousers opened on their own, leaving his length free and less painful.

Now that Y/n had a chance to study it better, she could honestly admit that it was definitely beautiful, long, completely straight, its red tip contrasting with his normally pale almost white skin.

The young professor had time to fantasize a little before he decided they had to speed things up. The meeting with the prefects and teachers in charge of the house would be over in less than twenty minutes, and if Tom had stayed longer things might have looked suspicious.

Y/n's hand rested on his chest as his hungry lips attacked her neck, she moved slowly tracing an imaginary path until she reached his cock, she grabbed it pumping it a couple of times, surprised to feel it stiffen even more.

Tom used to remain as composed as possible in every day life but he almost became butter in Y/n's hands for some strange reason.

The boy let out a small moan as the young woman moved her hand to grasp his wand that she had repositioned in his hair.

Tom's hot tongue made its way to her cleavage as a gelatinous liquid coated his cock causing him to jerk from the change of temperature, his pitch black eyes lowered as he watched Y/n's lube stained hand stroke him quickly.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes half closed but fixed on her, his hips were moving on their own fucking his teacher's hand at a fast speed.

"I've seen the way you look at me in class," Y/n began, quickening her pace and squeezing her hand slightly tighter, the other free hand began to unbutton her own shirt revealing her breasts imprisoned by her black lacy bra.

Tom grunted at the sight, his cock twitched and he had to take a deep breath not to come immediately, wanting that divine sensation that was the journey to orgasm was to last longer.

Y/n couldn't deny that she was surprised by the young boy's abilities, but she certainly wasn't surprised when her tits were released and Tom Riddle's pink lips captured her erect nipple, beginning to suck it like an infant eager for milk.

It was the first time anyone had ever gotten to suck on her nipples or consider them, Y/n had been with a few men before and after becoming a teacher at Hogwarts but no one had ever considered doing so.

It was a strange but definitely pleasurable sensation, his lips pulled at a leisurely pace on her nipple while his warm tongue ran over it as if he was studying its shape, taste, temperature- everything.

The stimulation of her nipples made the hand that was still stroking Tom's length stimulate the tip of his cock with her thumb, it also urged the other to move to play with his balls and little praises continued to come out of Y/n's untouched lips while she helped her student "in need" ride his peak.

It was an intense sensation, Tom could tell for sure, and so could Y/n since all his release had managed to soil her thighs, hands and even the floor.

Before the clock struck the pre-set time for the end of the meeting, Y/n still had time to bring her hand up to her mouth, tasting Tom as she maintained eye contact, breaking the silence after a few minutes.

"Last time" was the last thing he whispered in a stern tone before snapping her fingers and making everything go back to the way it was before, just in time for Albus Dumbledore to enter the classroom after knocking twice.

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[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (12)- Non-Bed Surface

Professor Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: You stay behind after class to have some alone time with your professor

Warnings/Tags: Professor Wanda/Student Reader, Desk Sex, Praise, Oral sex, Fingering, Dirty Talk

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“And that will be all for today,” Miss Maximoff says, “You can go now, enjoy the break.” The classroom almost erupts into cheers as students start to pile out of the classroom, the last lesson of the term finally over. As everyone else rushed to leave the school, you slowly packed your things away, gaze flickering up to the woman who was leaning against her desk, green eyes fixated on you.

“What are you going to do during your break Miss Y/L/N?” Her delicate voice breaks the silence of the room, a smile tugging at your lips as you stare at her for the formalities.

“Well, I hope to spend most of it with my girlfriend,” you say, strolling up to her desk and slotting yourself in front of her, mouth going to her ear, “Preferably spending most of it between her legs.”

“What about on your knees for her?” she rasps out back, hands slithering around your waist as her mouth descends to your neck. “I’m sure she’d love that,” she murmurs before kissing the juncture of your neck, hands pulling your body flush against hers while drifting dangerously low on your back.

“Would she now?” you sigh out back, the feeling of her mouth against your throat, teeth scraping gently clouding your mind with pleasure and arousal.

“Definitely,” her accent wraps around her words adding a slight rasp, the sound creating a throb between your thighs. Her mouth kisses along your jaw before finally reaching your lips, ghosting hers over yours just to tease, “Now come on Detka, on your knees for me.”

Wanda gives you a quick kiss, her mouth moving against yours passionately as your hands hold onto the table next to her before she pulls back. Her hands go to your shoulders, pushing you down softly as you drop to your knees, peering up at her with darkened eyes as you anticipate what’s to come. Her hands tangle in your hair, soothingly scratching your scalp as she watches you hitch up her skirt, mouth parting at the sight of the red lace she was wearing underneath.

“Fuck,” you mutter, the wet patch visible as you lean forward to place a kiss on her clit through the fabric.

“Don’t tease me Detka,” she husks out, voice laced with dominance while her hands tighten in your hair as a warning. You obey her, using your finger to slide her panties to the side so your tongue could run through her folds. “Good girl,” she moans out when she feels your tongue swirl around her clit, fingers holding onto her thighs and slowly inching closer to her core. You alternate between sucking and licking at her clit, revelling in the breathy sighs and small whimpers that escape her, the loud moan that's ripped from the back of her throat when you thrust two fingers into her effortlessly. “Yes baby,” she groans out when you curl your fingers inside her at just the right time, now pumping them into her at a steady pace. You can feel her walls clenching around you and how her hips try and buck slightly towards your face, her hands tightening their grip on your hair as her orgasm nears. You suck harder on her clit, a hand leaving your hair to clamp over her mouth as she moans your name. Her body tenses and legs tremble slightly as her orgasm washes over her, your name falling from her lips like a prayer as she tries to quieten herself.

“Come here,” she pants out, hand going to your throat and pulling you to your feet before crashing her lips to yours. You slide your fingers out of her, a groan escaping her lips, and pull back from the kiss to slide them into your mouth. You moan loudly at the taste of her arousal and cum on your fingers, eyes trained on her lust-filled ones as your cheeks hollow around your digits. “Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me?” she murmurs, mouth going back to yours for another passionate kiss. Her hands go to your waist, turning you two so you are pinned against the desk before lifting you onto the wooden surface.

“Wanda,” you moan out as she swipes everything off her desk, not bothered by the mess created, and roughly pushes you onto your back. Her body towers over you as she stands in between your legs, hand resting on your throat gently. Wanda knew you loved it rough and decided today would be the day she made your fantasy of being fucked on her desk come true.

“You want me to fuck you like this Detka?” she purrs, tightening her hold on your neck making your eyes roll back slightly. “You want me to fuck you here on my desk?”

“Please,” you whimper out, her hand moving to unfasten your jeans so she can slide her hand into your panties. “God,” you groan out when she slides two fingers into you, her other hand bracing her body above yours so she can watch you come undone beneath her. Her fingers are relentless as she fucks you, your mind fogged with pleasure as all you can feel is the way her fingers move inside you, the dirty words she’s whispering to you.

Your hands grip her forearm as you feel your orgasm building rapidly, leaving small crescent shapes from your nails. Her name and moans tumble out of your mouth, her thumb circling your clit as she pumps her fingers in and out of you in a way that has you seeing stars.

“Come for me Detka,” her sultry tone sends you straight into your orgasm, lewd noises filling the room as she fucks you through your first and straight into a second. Your legs shake on the desk, mouth parted in a silent scream as you try and come down from the high of your two orgasms, your breathing laboured as you look up at her face. “Such a good girl for me,” she whispers, kissing you softly and guiding you to sit on the edge of her desk. Wanda mirrors your earlier actions, cleaning her fingers off with her mouth and making you watch, a low groan escaping you, and moves to wrap her arms around your body.

You lean into the embrace, moving your head so it is rested against her chest but still looking at her as you snake your arms around her waist.

“How about we go back to home,” she whispers, looking at you with a smirk that contrasts the soft look in her eyes, “And you can make a start on your holiday plans.”

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[daisybianca]

pairing: sebastian vettel x femalereader

summary: seb is your professor.

warnings: implied sexual actions

"MRS (Y/L/N), do you have any questions on the topic?'' Professor's voice mentioning your name dragged you out of your very inappropriate and constantly-existing fake scenarios.

Or maybe flashbacks.

Raising your gaze, your eyes met a pair of blue eyes across the lecture room. You had to get a moment to compose yourself. His blue stare was intensely focused on you behind your desk and his silhouette had already started making small but confident steps towards you.

Sebastian's blond hair was kind of messy and his thick glasses were honestly the sluttiest and most filthy thing you had ever encountered.

He was now a few feet away. Maybe five. "Did someone cut your tongue, (y/l/n)?''

No, but definitely someone used it for his own pleasure last night, professor.

"No," a weak voice escaped from you.

His blue eyes narrowed as if he was studying you, waiting for something more.

Thank God the class consisted of the stupidest people on the planet. Someone smarter would've already figured out there was something between you and Mr Vettel.

Sebastian came to a halt right in front of your desk. Nick and Stella next to you were fortunately enough minding their own business. Just like the rest of the class.

"No, what?" He asked.

You had to be shallow in order to not choke on literal air and saliva. "N-no, sir."

Seb's beautiful eyes did not leave yours. He watched your expression for a brief moment, which appeared as an endless eternity from your point of view. Then, he got up, arms crossed on his chest and intense veins produring, and walked to his own desk a few feet away. "See me after class, Mrs (y/l/n)." He exclaimed and turned to look at you one last time. "And don't run away thinking I will forget about it. I won't. There's a lesson to be done about the things you must and must not do."

You took a deep breath.

You knew what he meant about telling you to meet him after class.

You knew what he wanted.

Knew what he desired.

Knew what he would take.

So, you just nodded like the good girl he wants you to be for him. "Yes, sir."

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[slytherweasley]

Affair (Professor!Remus Lupin x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary: y/n and Remus’ relationship becomes more serious as Remus’ feelings change

You both knew how morally wrong it was but it felt so good. You and your Professor Remus have been casually hooking up over a few months in your last year at Hogwarts. You fell for his charm and he fell for your smarts. He liked that you didn’t pretend to be dumb to get guys interested in you.

Remus is known as the hot Professor, he’s quite young compared to the other old professors at Hogwarts. Your friends all fancy him but have no idea you’re fucking him, if anyone found out it would be over.

Which is why you had to cover your tracks, your friends were suspicious. You used to have frequent boyfriends and now you’ve been single for a few months. You asked Remus if it was okay if you flirted a bit just to get your friends off your back. Remus didn’t care, he only saw you as someone to hookup with while he was teaching at Hogwarts.

In class one of the guys you’d been flirting with started to get touchy with you. Between classes he started to come onto you, you reluctantly kissed him as his hand disappeared under your skirt, Remus watched you as he passed by in the hallway. You made brief eye contact as the boy kisses your neck, you felt terrible even though you knew he didn’t mind.

It had been a while since you’d paid Remus a visit, you’d been building up the tension, the sex was always magical when you’d been apart for a while. After all your dorm mates had fallen asleep you decided to sneak out and wander over to Remus’ quarters.

You knocked on the door a few times and waited, he opened the door and you quickly ran inside so no one could catch you. “I have been wondering when you’d pay me a visit” “Sorry Rem, I’ve been busy and really tired lately” he presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

You look over to the front of the classroom at his desk where he has parchment piled up. “Is this a bad time?” You ask “No. Perfect timing” he takes your hand and leads you up the stairs through a door to a beautiful room. “Is this yours?” You ask “certainly is” “you’ve never taken me here before” “moving too quick?” He asks “No, I like this.”

You’d always fucked in the classroom, never in his bedroom or a bed. You sit down on the bed as he stands over you tucking your hair behind your ears and stroking your cheek.

You unbuckle his belt and fiddle with the button on his trousers until you finally get it and pull them down. His hard on is prominent in his underwear, you spend some time palming him before pulling his underwear down and letting his erection free.

You take his tip into your mouth and suck on it “go on, be a good girl” he encourages. You take him into the back of your throat getting used to the familiar feeling. You start bobbing your head up and down and look up to peak at his expressions. “Such a good girl” he praises you.

He strokes your hair “did such a good job” he says letting you take him out of your mouth. You lay back on the pillows and he meets you on the bed. He pulls your slip dress up revealing your glistening pussy “no panties?” He questions “I knew I was coming to see you” he pulls it up all the way and takes it off putting it on the floor.

You lay there naked on his bed, you’d dreamt of this so many times before. He spreads your legs and kisses up your thighs and lands a kiss on your clit making you squirm. He takes his time slowly devouring your pussy, your back arches involuntarily in response to the intense pleasure.

Your fingers curl around his hair tugging on it “It feels so good, Rem. I think I’m gonna cum” you warn him and feel yourself finish, Remus finishes you off with one last lick up your cunt.

“Taste so good” he mumbles licking his lips before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Remus was painfully hard and ready to be inside you but he waited until you were ready.

You reach a hand to his bicep and lay it there gently “I’m ready, Rem” he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes himself in. He groans at the sensation as you clench around him trying to get used to the feeling. Something about tonight felt different, he took his time with you, usually it was a quick affair.

He listened to all your directions “Fuck Rem right there don’t stop” you moan in his ear and hold onto his strong upper body as he pounds inside you. Remus watches as each stroke inside you makes your breasts bounce up and down. “So tight” he mumbles “Fuck, I’ve dreamt about you fucking me on your bed a million times and it’s never felt as good as this does.”

“You dreamt about this, huh? You think about me a lot?” “All the time, you’re the only thought on my mind when I touch myself.” He has so much power over you, there’s been many times you spilled secrets to him while he fucks you.

“Please” you plead “tell me what you want” he says still pounding into you “I want to-“ you tried to finish your sentence “I wanna cum” you managed to say. “Go on, cum for me” he felt himself getting closer just from the sight of you, your hair messy and breasts bouncing up and down as your mouth is parted and soft moans come out.

You feel yourself finish, Remus watches you carefully. You clench around him as you attempt to calm yourself from your orgasm. Remus gets close “where do you want me to finish?” He asks you look up into his eyes, bewildered. “inside please” he doesn’t give it a second thought as you feel him cum inside you.

He pulls out and cleans you up, you sit up looking for your slip dress “No. Stay” he says. You look at him and lay back down beside him, you lay on your side looking into his eyes. “Don’t kiss those boys, they’re no good for you” “I thought you wanted me to, so no one suspected anything” “I changed my mind, I want you to myself.”

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[geniousbh]

⸻ ❝ 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 ❞

esteban kukuriczka ₓ f.reader ₓ fernando contigiani

wc: 3,6k

prompt: onde você é uma intercambista na argentina prestes a bombar em duas matérias e perder sua bolsa, mas por sorte tem professores muito bonzinhos pra te ajudar.

obs.: oiii minhas gatitas melindrosas! sim, depois da direção do conselho das lobas de wall street @idollete e @creads decidirem que esta canetada ficaria por minha conta eu comecei o trabalho! saiu rápido por uma infinidade de motivos, dentre eles: levei ban do lol e não posso mais jogar depois de dizer que o pinto de um menino ia cair🤣🤣

obs.²: gostaria de dizer que > na minha cabeça < o desenvolvimento fez sentido, e que apesar de ter revisado duas vezes eu não encontrei mais nenhum erro além do que vcs provavelmente irão encontrar, e espero muuuito mt mt mt que vocês gostem e tenham uma boa experiência lendo! um beijo e até mais ver <3

tw.: smut, linguagem chula, manipulação, nipple play, sexo oral (recebendo e dando), manhandling, face sitting, light spanking se você estreitar os olhos, p in v, dupla penetração, sexo desprotegido (não façam isso plmdds), portunhol duvidoso, e se tiver algo mais me avisem pfvr. MDNI

— bom dia. — esteban disse alto adentrando a sala de professores segurando um copo descartável com café quase até a beira.

— tá atrasado. — o moreno respondeu sem levantar os olhos de sua prancheta onde ele tinha algumas anotações e folhas quadriculadas presas.

— ah sim, fernando, eu vou bem também, obrigado por perguntar. — o docente de biologia orgânica soltava de maneira sarcástica olhando o colega com o canto dos olhos enquanto abria seu armário e pegava apostilas e outros materiais.

— tenho uma pergunta. — o outro continuou, sem dar muita atenção ao vitimismo leviano. — tem alguém bombando na sua matéria esse semestre?

o kukuriczka que ajeitava as coisas no colo e virava quase metade do copo de café goela abaixo parava no caminho até a saída e franzia o cenho estalando o dedo quando se lembrava.

— tem uma sim, a intercambista se não me engano, por quê?

— ela tá por um fio de bombar na minha. achei que a gente pudesse fazer algo pra ajudar. — fernando se levantou, finalmente encarando o rapaz. — você sabe, se a gente não fizer nada ela tá...

— fodida! eu tô fodida, cara!

do outro lado da faculdade, em um dos bancos do pátio, você enfiava o rosto nos resultados que acabara de imprimir em seu dormitório, choramingando para suas duas amigas, sofi e claudia. como é que você explicaria que não conseguiu estudar porque ser uma intercambista na argentina era muito cobiçado? duas festas no final de semana antes das provas finais do semestre e uma ressaca horrível.

— não queria ser essa pessoa... mas, nós meio que te avisamos, gatinha. — o comentário de claudia apenas te fez resmungar mais. — olha, se te conforta, o professor contigiani nunca reprovou ninguém... muito menos o kukuriczka.

você levantou sua cabecinha sustentando uma expressão devastada e um biquinho que logo se recolheram enquanto seu coração se enchia de uma esperança incerta.

talvez eles te passassem algum trabalho juntos, ou então pedissem que você ficasse como auxiliar deles por alguns dias. já tinha corrido boatos de pessoas que escaparam das dp's virando capachos de alguns professores, tendo que imprimir atividades, buscar café, comprar almoço. e para alguns, parecia até desumano, mas você bem sabia que haviam regras pra que a instituição mantivesse sua bolsa de intercâmbio, e uma delas era que em caso de pendências, ela seria cortada e o valor total da mensalidade mais os custos de habitação seriam cobrados diretamente no seu cpfzinho.

12:15pm era quando o intervalo para almoço começava e você sabia que encontraria o professor contigiani no estacionamento, encostado em seu carro, lendo e fumando. se aproximou devagar do homem que estava concentrado em um exemplar de "topologia geométrica", seja lá o que isso fosse, mas antes de o abordar brecou nos próprios pés e se virou para um dos carros por onde passava, checando sua franja e sua maquiagem no vidro da janela.

ficara implícito, mas as notas baixas tinham um outro motivo também, e este muito mais compreensível! fernando contigiani e esteban kukuriczka eram dois homens de trinta e poucos anos, com corpos atléticos e uma beleza que beirava o surrealismo. na sua cabeça era injusto e desleal que fossem professores, ou acadêmicos no geral, já que toda a atenção que os alunos deviam ter na matéria acabava se deslocando para como suas calças sociais ficavam justas e modelando suas coxas, ou então para quando suas mãos grandes e cheias de veias pousavam sobre os cadernos quando se ia tirar alguma dúvida com eles.

respirou fundo uma última vez e o cutucou, sorrindo nervosamente quando o maior abaixou o livro para fazer contato visual.

— hola, professor. eu sei que agora é sua pausa, mas eu prrcisava muito conversar sobre uma forma de recuperar minha nota. — a expressão indiferente do moreno não mudando um milímetro sequer fez com que você parasse o fatório e lembrasse que ele muito provavelmente não se lembrava da sua existência até meio minuto. — nossa! eu já ia me esquecendo, são tantos alunos, você não deve saber meu nome, né? eu sou a

— fiquei sabendo que suas notas com o esteban estan una mierda también. — o corte veio seco como um golpe te fazendo arrepiar os pelinhos da nuca. — eu me pergunto o motivo. — e a provocação do mesmo fechou com chave de ouro, fazendo com que o gosto da bile se alastrasse por sua boca.

— a-ah... é, ha ha... — você forçou um riso sem graça e observou quando o mais velho fechou o livro, deixando o cigarro preso no canto dos lábios, puxando a prancheta de anotações de cima do carro, pegando uma caneta do bolso e começando a escrever algo.

quando terminou, rasgou metade da folha e te entregou, voltando a segurar o tabaco e tragar.

— se você tiver mesmo afim de continuar estudando por aqui, é claro. — fernando disse por fim, te dando as costas e entrando no veículo para sair.

depois que o carro arrancava, com você ainda meio embasbacada pela forma como ele tinha te massacrado, a coragem para abrir o bilhete escrito as pressas vinha. "edifício luna, av. di'angeli, apartamento 114. sábado agora, 18hrs". estava ali, sua chance de não colocar tudo a perder. mordeu o lábio felizinha e saiu correndo, voltando para a biblioteca onde suas amigas esperavam para saber se tinha dado certo ou não.

"vai de calça, se você for de saia, ainda mais essas curtas que você usa pode parecer que tá se oferecendo!"

"nada a ver! vai de saia mesmo, talvez eles até gostem de ver um par de pernas brasileiras e te dêem um crédito a mais"

sofi e claudia não tinham sido muito prestativas no quesito "o que eu visto?", o que te levava até a presente situação onde você tinha escolhido um vestido bem levinho e fresco para usar junto com seus companheiros de guerra: um par de all stars surrado. além disso, sua ecobag e alguns materiais na bolsa.

olhou para o prédio à sua frente depois de descer do táxi e pegou o bilhete só para confirmar o endereço mais uma vez. era ali. foi até a portaria e se prostou no batente esperando que o senhor de dentro da cabine conversasse consigo pelo interfone.

confirmou seu nome e pouco depois era liberada para subir. caminhou pelo hall e entrou em um dos elevadores. o espelho de dentro que pegava sua figura por completo te fez ainda mais autoconsciente da situação. e se aquele fosse o apartamento do professor contigiani? e se estivesse sendo um saco pra ele ter de ocupar um dos únicos dias livres na semana com você? esperniou de levinho, mas murmurou um "fica calma" quando a porta se abriu novamente.

o andar se acendeu sozinho e o apartamento 114 era no fim do corredor. seu indicador temeroso se afundou na campainha e não muito depois a porta se abria, mas para a sua surpresa quem aparecia era esteban kukuriczka.

— olha só! e não é que a brasileña veio mesmo? entra. póngase cómoda. — a mão do loiro te segurou e te guiou para dentro antes que ele fechasse a porta atrás de si.

— nem tão a vontade assim. — a voz familiar de fernando soou da cozinha, te fazendo olhar naquela direção.

entre vocês dois e o moreno uma bancada de mármore branco, uma tábua com queijos, duas taças de vinho postas e uma vazia, aparentemente te esperando. você olhou em volta rapidamente e assentiu sorrindo de levinho.

— você tem um apartamento lindo, senhor contigiani. — disse encolhendo os ombros e apertando as alças da bolsa contra o corpo num claro sinal de nervosismo.

— hm? — fernando ergueu a sobrancelha de leve e riu soprado antes de se aproximar. — primeiro, o apartamento é do kuku. — ele olhava o rapaz que estava ao seu lado brevemente. — segundo, por mais que seja uma graça ter você sem jeito assim, ver essa bolsa pendurada no seu ombro tá me irritando.

disse estendendo a mão esperando que você se desgrudasse e o entregasse antes de levar para algum lugar da sala. se aquele não era o apartamento dele então ele certamente tinha muita liberdade com o outro professor.

— vem, toma um pouco de vinho com a gente. você bebe, né? — esteban disse mais baixinho perto de seu ouvido e voltou a te guiar, segurando seus ombros, fazendo com que você se aconchegasse numa das banquetas ali perto.

diferente de quando eles dois estavam na faculdade e precisavam usar trajes mais sociais, esteban estava de blusa de flanela e jeans enquanto fernando usava calça moletom e uma camisa lisa. era tão casual que parecia errado, mas pelo menos você teria assunto para fofocar no grupo de amigas depois.

assim que fernando voltou, se sentando no banco do outro lado, de frente pra você e o kukuriczka os dois desatavam a conversar. você aproveitava para tomar o vinho tinto e doce que descia facilmente, beliscando alguns queijinhos e azeitonas aqui e acolá. não se arriscava a entrar no assunto de nerds que eles trocavam, e provavelmente não teria nada a acrescentar que eles já não soubessem, então apenas esperou que um deles abordassem o tema das suas notas.

acontece que esse momento parecia não chegar. você estava na sua segunda taça já, com o corpo começando a ficar febrio quando esteban se virou para si perguntando o que você achava.

— ahn? desculpa, eu acabei me desviando do assunto. — respondeu engolindo o vinho de súbito, se virando para o loiro com o rostinho apoiado numa mão, abrindo e fechando os olhos como quem se esforça para voltar ao foco já que por meia hora, pelo menos, sua única capacidade fora a de observar o perfil dele com aquele nariz deliciosamente grande, e como os dedos de fernando rodeavam a borda da taça em que ele bebia, já há algum tempo vazia.

ele sorriu e então encarou o amigo, como se conversassem telepaticamente. era adorável para ambos a forma como você tentava e, até que conseguia, se esquivar de situações embaraçosas, era ainda melhor ver que você estava absolutamente tão desesperada que ficara em completo silêncio enquanto eles conversavam sobre os assuntos menos empolgantes pra um sábado à noite. e continuava ali, sentadinha, como uma boa menina, só esperando para saber quais seriam as instruções.

— acho que é melhor conversarmos sobre suas notas então. — fernando deu um tapinha na bancada e se levantou. — vamos pra sala, minhas coisas estão na mesinha. traz ela, kuku.

— claro. vamos, lindinha... vamos ver o que a gente pode fazer por você. — e te ajudou a descer do assento altinho.

a sala não estava um completo breu graças aos dois abajoures que sustentavam uma meia luz alaranjada no ambiente e também porque a sacada estava aberta, fazendo com que um pouco das luzes noturnas da cidade entrassem por lá. fernando se sentou no sofá e esticou o braço pelo encosto, te medindo enquanto você arrastava os pés temerosos até lá e se sentava à quase três palmos de distância. coxas juntas, mãos unidas sobre o colo e uma carinha de dar dó. esteban se sentou na outra extremidade.

— então... — você começava.

— nós revisamos as suas avaliações e suas atividades do semestre. — o matemático era o primeiro a falar depois do breve silêncio. — parece que seu problema foi unicamente no dia das provas.

— então nós pensamos em algo pra você conseguir alguns pontos... — esteban continuava.

você fazia que sim a com a cabeça.

— nossa, nem imaginam o quanto vai significar pra mim! eu aceito qualquer coisa. passar na gráfica pra pegar atividades, ajudar a corrigir redações, pegar café, almoço... — falava rápido dando infinitas possibilidades de como eles poderiam te fazer útil na faculdade, alternando entre olhar para o contigiani e o kukuriczka para ter a certeza de que a oferta parecia agradável.

e mais uma vez eles faziam aquilo, se entreolhando em completo mutismo, mas sabendo exatamente o que o outro pensava. só você de fora. seus polegares roçaram um no outro ansiosamente e você apertou os lábios.

— sobre isso... acho que você não tem muita utilidade pra nós na faculdade. nossas matérias não são tão teóricas e nós não almoçamos lá.

— ao invés disso, pensamos que você pudesse nos ajudar hoje, hm?

sem que você notasse, a distância de quase um metro de cada um deles ia se encurtando mais e mais enquanto eles apresentavam a ideia.

— c-como eu poderia ajudar...? — sua voz falhava vergonhosamente quando você finalmente conseguia responder.

devagar, fernando deslizava para o seu lado, ao ponto em que ele precisava apenas inclinar um pouco a cabeça para estar com os lábios grudados em sua orelha, enquanto esteban minuciosamente colava seus corpos, espalmando uma mão em sua coxa coberta pelo tecido de poliéster fino.

— eu e o professor kukuriczka estamos fazendo uma pesquisa de campo muito importante para o nosso doutorado. não é, kuku? — o moreno colocava uma mecha do seu cabelo atrás da sua orelha reparando em como suas iris se encontravam dilatadas e um leve rubor surgia em suas bochechas.

— uhum... é uma pesquisa sobre anatomia... — a mão do loiro em sua coxa subindo e descendo devagar num carinho. a voz dele se tornando baixa conforme o mesmo se aproximava de seu rosto também.

— queremos saber quantas vezes uma mulher consegue gozar numa noite... — fernando detalhou enquanto a mão que estava no encosto do sofá passava a rodear-te a cintura.

— se a intensidade é a mesma como na primeira vez, ou se a sensibilidade diminui... — kuku especificou deslizando a ponta do nariz por sua bochecha até o seu pescoço. — seria tão boa pra nós se nos ajudasse, nena...

— mas se não quiser, vamos entender. — o contigiani sorriu de canto, sabendo que àquela altura você não podia se dar ao luxo de escolher muito. — você pegaria dp por dois pontos só, não atrapalharia seu score, sim? — ele fazia de propósito, te dando a falsa opção de recusar a proposta.

e, caralho! você até consideraria pensar em formas de fazer um empréstimo estudantil se o vinho já não tivesse impregnado em cada um dos vasinhos do seu corpo e se eles não fossem dois putos gostosos muito sacanas. no entanto, seu corpo, antes mesmo que você desse uma resposta verbal, já sinalizava o que seria com um bocado incômodo de lubrificação sendo liberado por sua entrada.

você se arrepiou e pressionou uma coxa na outra segurando o ar antes de soltar. eles em contrapartida esperavam, sem se distanciar.

— o quê... eu tenho que fazer? — perguntava num fiozinho de voz, dando o consentimento que eles tanto queriam.

a primeira vez que você gozava naquela noite era sentada no colo de esteban, as coxas apoiadas por cima das dele, a cabeça tombando sobre o ombro do biólogo e fernando por baixo da saia de seu vestido, com o rosto enfiado entre suas pernas, lambendo e chupando sua intimidade mais do que encharcada por cima do tecido da calcinha. uma completa humilhação já que sequer haviam precisado tirar suas roupas.

— você é tão sensível, pequena... — kuku sussurrou antes de te espalhar alguns beijinhos pela lateral do rosto, recebendo apenas alguns choramingos em resposta, se aproveitando do seu estado molinho para brincar com os seus biquinhos marcados, beliscando-os e rodeando.

— devia estar sem dar umazinha há um tempo pra ter gozado fácil assim. — fer caçoou depois de reaparecer dali debaixo com o queixo todo babado.

te levavam para o quarto do kukuriczka onde ele tinha uma cama king size, grande o suficiente para que três homens parrudos dormissem como bebês. te ajudavam com a roupa, manuseando seu corpo como se fosse o de uma boneca, tirando o vestido que deslizava e a calcinha que estava tão socada e empapada que um som lascivo ecoava assim que se desgrudava da sua pele. tiravam suas camisas também, tornando quase uma missão impossível não reparar nos sinais espalhados pelo peitoral pálido de kuku e pelo happy trail no abdômen definidinho de fer. se estavam te manipulando escaradamente por quê tinha que ser tão bom?

cada um deles aproveitando para te beijar e te tocar, sentindo seu corpo e observando suas reações. os beijos do professor de biologia eram libidinosos, ele tinha pouco pudor e sua mão dedilhava sua virilha, brincando de vez ou outra avançar sobre seu sexo exposto, só pra fazer com que você ansiasse mais. já com o professor de geometria os beijos eram profundos e intensos, este enfiando os dedos por dentre seus cabelos, segurando e apertando os fios, aproveitando de todas as vezes que você arfava para enfiar ainda mais a língua em sua boca.

a segunda vez vinha quando esteban se deitava e com a ajuda de fernando te colocava para sentar em sua cara. seu olhar preocupado e suas mãos que tremiam de tesão só fazendo com que os dois quisessem ainda mais te devorar.

— e se ele ficar sem ar? — perguntou baixinho.

— ele não vai, pode confiar. — fernando segurava em seu quadril forçando para baixo e sorrindo largo quando sua expressão se contorcia depois de encaixar a bucetinha na boca do outro. — além disso... — se curvava para morder seu inferior e ralhar pertinho de ti. — seria uma morte foda pra caralho, sim?

nos primeiros minutos ele te ajudava, segurando seu quadril e te fazendo rebolar na boca do loiro que apertava e estapeava suas coxas e bunda, mas quando a necessidade tomava o lugar da vergonha e da preocupação seu impulso era o de se roçar com vigor, a língua morna do kukuriczka se afundando em ti e seu pontinho de nervos roçando gostoso no nariz dele a cada investida. fernando escorregava a boca até seus seios, capturando um para mamar enquanto você usava os ombros dele como apoio já que a cama não tinha cabeceira. ele te encarava e ria sempre que suas palavras saíam desconexas.

na terceira vez, não existia qualquer parte em seu consciente que não quisesse o que estava acontecendo, mesmo quando os olhares que eles te lançavam disessem explicitamente o quanto te achavam uma puta, era delicioso e você precisava de mais... de mais pontos, óbvio.

esteban te colocava de quatro, entre eles dois, puxando seu cabelo para trás o suficiente para que conseguisse te segurar o queixo e cuspir na sua boca, deixando que fernando te colocasse pra o chupar assim que você voltava. o membro teso, pulsando enquanto você dava lambidinhas, testando as águas. ele olhava, com a mesma expressão indiferente do dia em que você fora pedir ajuda, mas você não podia ligar menos quando era preenchida por kuku sem aviso prévio.

— carajo... muito apertada. — soprava rouco quando terminava de deslizar o comprimento, te deixando empaladinha com o pau até a base.

— vai me fazer passar vontade assim? — fer brincou olhando para o amigo.

— não é como se você não fosse foder ela daqui uns minutos... — e deu de ombros, começando a mover a pelve para frente e para trás, ouvindo um somzinho típico de engasgo vindo ali de baixo.

a cada vez que kuku estocava fazendo seu corpo impulsionar para frente sua boca deslizava pelo pau do contigiani, fazendo com que a glande inchada dele batesse bem no fundinho de sua garganta com lagrimazinhas formando no canto dos seus olhos. o moreno adorava a cena apesar de não demonstrar tanto, seus gemidos eram contidos, mas o agarre em seu cabelo não afrouxava, obrigando-te a manter o contato visual o tempo todo.

— que perrita es... — deu dois tapinhas em sua bochecha com a mão livre. — aposto que essa sua cabeça tá um caos por dentro... sem conseguir decidir ao que dar atenção.... se é no meu pau te fodendo a garganta, ou se é no pau dele te fodendo a buceta.

você se arqueava toda quando uma onda de choque percorria seu corpo. estava tão sensibilizada que podia sentir a corrente se formando no cortéx e descendo pela espinha até que estourasse o nó que se formava em seu baixo ventre. empedida de se afastar de qualquer um deles, mesmo que sua mão apertasse a coxa de fernando e seu quadril ameaçasse ceder contra o colchão. um te segurava a cabeça e o outro as ancas, fazendo com que aguentasse até que ambos tivessem gozado.

depois daquilo você virava uma bagunça permanente. porra escorrendo pela parte interna de suas coxas, pelo seu queixo e até de seu nariz já que tinha engasgado com a quantidade de leite que fernando lhe dava. na opinião deles, estava ainda mais gostosa agora.

a quarta vez era um desrespeito. um desrespeito bom pra caralho, mas que te deixara sem qualquer dignidade. um na frente e o outro atrás. fernando com o abdomen colado nas suas costas segurando suas pernas por debaixo dos joelhos enquanto, depois de muito custo e um terço do tubo de lubrificante, o pau grosso dele tinha se acomodado em sua entradinha traseira. este selava seus ombros e mordiscava sua nuca, ao passo que esteban na frente maltratava sua boquinha inchada, escorregando mais uma vez o falo para dentro de sua buceta, dedando seu clitóris em movimentos circulares.

— seu cuzinho é tão apertado... vai acabar me sufocando assim. — soprou em seu ouvidinho, fazendo com que seus dois buraquinhos piscassem.

— ela gosta quando você fala essas coisas. — kuku que observava cada uma de suas expressões, instigava.

— gosta, é? eu sabia que era uma vagabunda na faculdade, mas fora dela também?

ambos sopravam risos cúmplices antes de voltar ao que faziam, tateando seu corpo miúdo encaixado entre eles, sussurrando putaria e combinando o tempo das estocadas só pra terem o prazer de te ver puxando o ar sempre que eles estavam bem fundo em ti, fazendo com que seu ventre ficasse visivelmente estufadinho.

depois de dois rounds a mais desse mesmo jeito os três se encontravam completamente devastados, fer gemendo falho e balbuciando xingamentos, kuku soprando um milhão de "es tan linda", "tan buena", e você que não conseguia ficar meio minuto sem rolar os olhos com um filetinho de baba escorrendo no canto da boca de tão burrinha que estava.

era impossível dizer quando tinha terminado, só que haviam apagado exaustos e que no outro dia os dois te acordavam com uma bandeja de café da manhã, uma pílula do dia seguinte e um envelope com seu novo boletim.

#selo geniousbh ✩ #lsdln smut #lsdln x reader #kuku esteban reader #kuku esteban smut #fernando contigiani reader #fernando contigiani smut #professor x student #argentinos brainrot

[heejayjake]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 🔞 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆*

Jake is your physics teacher, and you were his student. That meant you should have been off-limits, but you couldn’t help but feel the heat between you and your hot physics teacher every time your eyes met with his beautiful brown eyes. You could tell he felt it too, but he never acted on it.

That all changed when one day after school. You and Jake was alone in the classroom and he finally gave in to his desires. Jake came up behind you, pressing his body against yours, and his hands explored your body with hunger that you’d never felt before.

Your skin trembled with pleasure as he caressed you more, his fingers working their way beneath your clothing. You could feel his erection pressing against your backside and you just wanted to turn around and feel it for yourself.

But then he pulled away, and you felt a wave of disappointment hitting you. You wanted more, but Jake simply responded saying it was wrong and that he couldn’t do it. You tried to protest, but he just shook his head and left the room.

You were left standing there alone in rage. Maybe it’ll be a good idea to wear your short plaid skirt with no panties tomorrow for class, Jake will definitely teach you a lesson. You don’t mind changing physics class into chemistry.

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen #enhypen sim jake #enhypen jake #sim jaeyun #jake sim #enhypen jake sim #professor x student #teachers pet #teacher x reader

[elliesmainhoe]

PROFESSOR

Professor!Ellie X CollegeStudent!Reader

Summary: After Dina forced you to go to her new physics teachers public lecture, you start developing feelings for the professor.

Contents: LEGAL age gap (21 year old reader and 29 year old Ellie), fem!reader, reader is a blunt person and says what she thinks, pining, anxiety, panic attack, confessions, kisses.

Part 1 (you're here) - Part 2 - Part 3

Requested by @lonelyfooryouonly 🧡

My Masterlist

Dina had told you about her physics teacher. She complained constantly about the old man, who droned on and on about the same shit for hours on end, providing no new information of any substance to his students.

That's why on a random Friday afternoon, Dina rushed into the busy café you frequent and taking a be-line for your usual table.

"oh my god. Y/n." Dina practically yelled making several people turn around from there conversations glaring at the brunette. "This is the best day of my life~" she squealed ecstatically.

"Jesus Christ Dina, a little warning next time please?" As your heart pounded at the sudden appearance of the girl. "You spooked me" you laughed. "So what's up"

"Mr.Robinson retired!!!" She screeched, sitting down on the chair opposite you, laughing at your unamused expression.

"Fucking finally, I was so done of you complaining about that asshole" you muttered between sips of coffee.

" and our new physics teacher is having a weekly lecture starting this Saturday. And I was wondering if you would go tomorrow with me?" She continued deciding to ignore your comment.

"Why don't you go with Jesse? One, he's your boyfriend. Two, he takes physics as well."

"Can't I want to spend time with my best friend?"

"cmon, Dina, what's the deal?" You sigh helplessly.

"ugh fine" she moaned "I heard through the grape vine that the new professor is a woman, hot and a lesbian. And since I know you and your innocent, virgin ways, I was thinking you could... y'know?"

"Let me get this straight" you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the irony of the saying "you want to set me up with a rumoured lesbian, who's probably going to be double if not triple my age?" "Yes, yes I am" Dina smiled sweetly, laughing at the expression on your face.

"no I'm not going."

•••••••••• Saturday, 11th March.

You stood Infront of the closed door that lead into the lecture hall. In usual Dina fashion, she was late, and you were early. You had looked through the small glass pane and peered around the room, a few people were scattered around in the rows of seats. The new professor didn't seem to be in there yet .

If you were completely honest you didn't know why you were here and how your definitive no turned into a reluctant yes.

A flurry of brunette hair rushed towards you, "I'm so sorry, y/n, I got caught up" she panted, out of breath from running from across campus. "Yeah, I noticed." You said bluntly, your eyes following Dina's clumsy form as she swung open the lecture hall door.

She ushered you into the last row of seats, shushing you when you went to complain.

"Shhh, just get out your laptop and pretend your working." "Or I can actually work? I have an essay due on Monday." "Yes, whatever, do that then."

You got out your laptop, clad in stickers, including a few rainbow and lesbian flags, frogs, books, plants and band logos plastered all over it.

You opened up the word document named Analysing the use of language in 'a midsummer night's dream by William Shakespeare'. it currently stands at 2500 words, 500 words away from your goal. Before your hands fell into rhythm across the keyboard. The creak of the door sounded out around the room.

Instinctively you looked over at the door. A very attractive woman began walking down to the front, her hair was short and in a light shade of brown, her skin was sun kissed, freckles dotted along her facial features like constellations. There was a pair of glasses resting on her head, smoothing down some loose strands that fell free from her ponytail. She wore dress pants, and a knitted black and white striped sweater, with simple black doc martens boots.

As soon as she reached the front of the room, her voice sounded out, echoing around the room "Good Afternoon everyone, thank you for taking time out of your weekend to willingly chose to come to a physics lecture. This is the first public lecture I will be holding this semester, and depending on how it goes and how many people attend, I will continue it next semester also."

"Right let me answer some questions I know what your probably thinking. Yes, I know I'm young for a professor, and I'm 29 years old before you start speculating" she spoke with a lighthearted playful tone of voice, captivating you even more.

"My full name is Dr. Ellie Williams, but please just call me Ellie, Miss Williams makes me feel ancient. I have just achieved my PHD, but I've been doing guest lectures for a few years so I'm decently experienced."

She took a few questions, but you weren't paying attention to her words, she was beautiful. The way the sun filtered through the blinds and shadowing patterns in the golden sun that fell upon her freckled skin. Her voice was smooth and deep, soft and alluring, holy fuck Dina was right. She was hot, but was she a lesbian..?

A smothered giggle distracted you from your silent onlooking, you turned towards Dina, and rolled your eyes at the girl whose hand covered her mouth trying to stifle the laugh that involuntarily out of her lips.

"Shut up"

"you love me y/n~" she cooed sarcastically.

"unfortunately" you said under your breath, loud enough for Dina to hear, as a false expression of astonishment and offence fell on her face, making a laugh slip through your lips, much to your dismay.

•••••••••• Saturday, 18th March.

You and Dina walked towards the lecture hall, with a straggler in tow. "Does Jesse really have to come with us?" You whine in Dina's ear pathetically "I don't want to see you guys oogling at each other for two hours" you complain.

"Y'know, you could always sit a bit closer to the front, get a better view of Miss Williams." Jesse joked. "She said that she didn't like being called 'Miss Williams'.' Jesse scoffed "yeah of course you know that"

Deciding to ignore the comment, and walk ahead of the dawdling couple. You lived with them already and you didn't need to see them sending heart eyes to eachother any more than you had to. You finally reached the doors to the familiar lecture hall.

Stopping for Jesse and Dina to catch up to you before you rush into the room, nerves turning to excitement as you scurry into the room. Dina and Jesse filed into the back row again, holding hands and slipping in and out of lovey dovey giggles. No thank you.

Deciding to move closer and shuffling into a seat in the corner of the second row to the front. You brought out your sticker smothered laptop again and worked on a new assignment your English professor had assigned.

"Good Morning Everyone" Ellie chirped as she entered the hall, walking down the steps towards her desk. She wore a white muscle tee, a button-up over the top, left slightly open, she wore simply black pants and the same docmartens.

"Right. Okay... Let's get started everyone" compared to the week before, the amount of people who decided to attend the lecture had almost doubled. Ellie began talking, cracking jokes between facts and equations.

You continued to be mesmerized by her swift movements as she explained certain topics that came up on her pre planned PowerPoints. You didn't like physics, your mind simply couldn't wrap around the complex hypotheticals and various equations. But God did you find Ellie attractive. You didn't mind watching the woman's focused face and commanding voice, talk and explain problems and theories.

Shit.

••••••••••• Wednesday, 22 March

This is the worst day you've ever had the misfortune of experiencing.

First, you woke up on your period, after dosing yourself up on paracetamol and shoving a few tampons in your bag before leaving your's, Dina's and Jesse's, shared apartment.

Second, after ordering your usual latte from the coffee shop you regular, just off campus. The takeaway coffee cups, lid hadn't been put on properly and oops, your new pastel blue dress was now had a large coffee stain right down it.

Third, on your way to your first lecture of the day, it started raining, drenching your hair and soaking the newly spilt coffee into your dress further.

You felt the build up of emotions bubble in your stomach, the overstimulation making everything so so much worse. Quickly, to try and escape the pouring rain, you took shelter in an on-campus book shop. You hid in the corner of the room sitting on a lone couch, as you let the tears fall freely down your face.

Lips wobbling as you tried your hardest to keep the sobs at bay. Fuck. You hated your period. You hated stupid rain. You hated lukewarm coffee. You hated early morning lectures. You hate-

"Hey." A soft voice met your ears, "are you alright?".

You didn't look up, trying your hardest to calm yourself down and not humiliating yourself anymore than you already had.

"yes. M'fine." You muttered.

"It was more of rhetorical question... Can I sit down?..."

"Sure" you whispered, keeping your voice low so it didn't crack.

"You come to my public lectures, don't you?"

What.

The.

Fuck.

No no no no no no no no no no no no.

This can't happen, there is no fucking way that your stupid, stupid, crush is now talking to you while you have a mental breakdown.

Ellie was extremely worried, looking at your hunched over form, now gone rigid at her question. You were pretty, and Ellie's eyes couldn't resist drifting towards you, in your pretty dresses and knitted sweaters.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She whispered, when you didn't reply. "I'll leave you be"

"no."

Your hoarse voice replied before she could leave. "Oh okay... Bad day then?"

"you have no idea" you sniffed looking up at Ellie for the first time, through your wet eyelashes. She looked at the fresh coffee stain on your dress "I have a small idea" she laughed lightly.

She began to shed her coat, handing towards you. "Here take it... Should keep you warm until you dry off, and it'll cover the stain." She smiles at you.

You sit up straighter, wrapping the coat around your shoulders "thanks" you sniffed again, before wiping your nose on the sleeve of you jumper. "What's your name?" Ellie asks, looking at your tear stained face.

"Y/N..." You mumbled, her gaze hot on your face and you sink into yourself.

"That's a pretty name... What do you study?" You knew what she was trying to do, ask you questions to distract you from your tears, and it worked.

"I study English language"

"well, what are you reading right now?"

Shit shit shit. Right be discreet, tell her your gay discreetly. Jack Fucking Pot!!!!!

"Last night at the telegraph club..."

"oh cool... I'm uh- I'm uh reading 'one last stop" she replied a smile slipping into her face.'

"Nice." You say, an awkward grin gracing your features. "Uhm, it was really nice talking to you, I should give you your coat bac-"

"No. Keep it... You can give it back on Saturday."

"yes, yes...I'll- I'll do that." You get up reluctantly, but you did have a place to be... "Bye Ellie" "See you soon, Y/N."

••••••••• Saturday, 25th March

You were absolutely terrified. More terrified than you ever had been in your whole life. You wore a rainbow shirt, denim skirt and basic black converse, with Ellie's brown coat tucked under your arm as you walked on your own to the lecture hall.

Dina and Jesse were out on a date, leaving you to fend for yourself today. You were debating whether or not to actually go or to chicken out. But ultimately, you decided that you would feel too guilty if you didn't give it back on time as you promised.

So you tried to carry on like normal, entering the lecture hall five minutes early, slotting into the corner of the second row, taking out your personalized laptop and opening up the current assignment you had been working on.

A few minutes later a creak of a door followed by a 'Good Morning everyone.' as the older woman walked towards her desk briskly. She immediately began talking, taking questions and answering as best she could. It was incredible, how she talked with so much passion and understanding for her subject, the way she smiled when a student showed a similar amount of intrigue and fascination that she did.

Ellie was a great teacher. She was so lovely, talking to her students like they were humans, showing and explaining theories in different ways so there was more opportunities for those watching to understand. The way she acted, her kindness, her laugh, her humour, it made the uneasy feeling in your stomach increase every second.

Before you knew it, the two hours had been and went and people began to file out, talking and laughing with eachother. You stayed seated waiting until less people were around before you got up and scurried towards her desk.

"Here." You blurted out, handing the brunette her leather brown coat. "Thank you Y/N." She hummed in reply.

"uh no problem, I wasn't going to steal your jacket, that would be rude" you said, immediately thinking to yourself 'no fucking shit, that was an idiotic thing to say'

"so y/n. Why did you decide to come to my lecture? Physics is a big leap from English"

"my friend Dina takes your subject, she wanted to drag me along to kinda see what you were like before her first official class with you."

'A+ lie right there' you thought to yourself proudly. I mean you couldn't exactly say 'my friend has wanted me to hook up with someone for months now and she heard you were attractive and liked girls'.

"Dina... So I'm assuming it's you're last year in university then?",

"uh yeah. Two semesters left..." God. this was so awkward. Fuck your lack of ability to understand social cues.

You looked at Ellie's face, studying it and seeing a hesitant expression written on her face. "I was, uh, wondering how you were doing?... I mean I couldn't stop thinking about the other day and I just, wanted to make sure you were alright..."

"Oh... That's actually really nice of you. Uhm I'm doing okay, I got just very overwhelmed. It happens a lot but I mask I usually mask it better. I don't really know what came over me"

"no no no. I totally get it, I just y'know worry..." She gave a shy smile, her face slightly flushed, not really knowing what else to say.

"just know I'm always here to talk. I can give you my number? if you ever wanted to call me up and talk about things." "Yeah, yeah I'd really like that actually"

Ellie turned back to her desk, grabbing a pad of sticky notes, writing a string of numbers and doing a small doodle in the corner before giving it to you. "thanks, Ellie" you hummed, turning around quickly and scurrying out of the room, note in hand.

•••••••••• Sunday, 2nd April

You didn't call Ellie. You didn't text Ellie. You didn't even show up to her last lecture, despite Dina's pleading.

Confused. That's what you were, so fucking confused. You really, really liked Ellie. You'd only seen her a few times. She was sweet, kind, beautiful, hot and caring. But she was a professor, not your professor but still, she worked for the college you attended. And you were a student.

What in the forbidden romance trope is this? This isn't a romcon or a novel. If you started flirting with Ellie, or Ellie started flirting with you, she could get fired. Her whole livelihood down the drain just like that. Yes, it was legal. But, if it got out, people would view it suspiciously and rumours would start going around.

But you were overthinking. What if Ellie didn't even like you at all? Just gave you her number out of courtesy, feeling sorry for you after witnessing you cry.

Feelings are so useless. This is why you didn't do this type of stuff, you didn't date, didn't hook up with anyone, because it was easy, no emotional conflict, no feelings getting hurt. And now, you had been thrown into the deep end. Crushing on someone seemingly unattainable. Thanks Dina.

"y'know, if you stop sulking in bed and actually texted her, you'd feel a lot better." Speak of the devil.

"no it won't, it'll make me feel worse," you replied voice muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into.

"how would you know? You've never done this before. I, however, am a certified veteran at talking phases, and trust me y/n. I'm right"

"no"

"You text her right now. Or else you have to come with me to my physics lesson with me on Monday and you have to talk to her after."

••••••••••• Monday, 3rd April

Its 9am on a Monday morning and let's just say you are cursing the world... and Dina.

"Just remember y/n the longer you wait, the harder it'll be. Let's just get it out the way, yeah?" She chirped, linking arms with you, a reassuring smile on her face. "No..." You whined in reply as Dina ushered you out of the apartment.

"c'mon."

The walk was excruciating. Your mind was in another world as Dina joked and laughed with you, trying to take your mind off the looming anxiety that began to bubble in your chest. After fifteen minutes of walking on auto pilot, and almost walking into various obstacles (poles, trash cans, lamp posts etc), you finally arrived at the all too familiar lecture hall.

"Ready?"

"no"

"let's go".

Dina shuffled into the background, gesturing you to sit next to her, so you did, hands clasped together trying to swallow down the panic of your fast paced heart pounding in your chest.

"Hey, calm down..." You heard Dina whisper into your ear, as she grabbed your hand squeezing it, trying to comfort you. Breathing in deeply, you pulled out the book you were currently reading, trying to distract yourself.

"Good Morning everyone!" The familiar smooth voice of the woman you had been having a crisis over for weeks sounded out throughout the room as she entered. You're heart skipped a beat, your breath caught in your throat and became irregular.

"Shit. Dina, I-I don't think I can do this." You stammered, feeling tears well in your eyes.

"Okay, okay. C'mon, let's go." She rushed, eyes showing a guilty expression, as she closed her laptop, shoving into her bag and entwining hads with you as she guided you to the door. "

As soon as you left the stuffy hall, it felt as if the weight of the world lifted off of your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry y/n. I really didn't mean to push you, I shouldn't have. Gosh I'm so sorry." She rushed out.

"no, no don't apologize you were only trying to help. " You sighed as you took a seat on the floor outside the lecture hall.

"I need to go to the restroom. Are you sure you'll be okay for a sec?, we can leave once I get back"

"yeah, yeah, go ahead. I'll manage"

You closed your eyes, as you listened to Dina's footsteps become further and further away and tried to regulate your erratic breathing.

"Hey." No , not again.

Ellie shuffled sitting next to you on the ground. "You okay?" "No."

"right, yeah, obviously..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way... Just don't get the point in lying, y'know?"

"I get it, it's an admirable trait." The underlying compliment caused your cheeks to flush pink, under her gaze. You became more aware of your surroundings, the feeling of elies side pushed up against yours now becoming more prominent.

Deciding to look at your shoes instead of meeting Ellie's warm gaze, you foot began to tap, jittering irritably from the nerves that still hadn't left your body.

"Don't you have a lecture to go back to?" You ask, trying to nurse the conversation back to life.

"I do, but I have different priorities currently..."

"You should go back, what priorities are more important than your job?"

You could practically feel Ellie's smile, even though you weren't even looking at her... "This..." She mumbled, her hand brushing under your chin and guiding your face to hers.

Your lips connected slowly, you could taste her strawberry Chapstick mix with the cherry one you had applied on yourself earlier. You felt her lips twisted into a smile, her hand moved from your chin, across your jawline until finally reaching the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the kiss.

A cough erupted from behind you, making you and Ellie jump apart. Turning around quickly to face the culprit-

"Dina!-" you yelled at the girl, who stood leaning against the wall, a smug grin painted on her face.

"Told you so."

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Part 2

Here it is. I actually really like this one, I feel like I could've written the ending better but oh well. The ending is slightly different to what was requested, but I started writing and it just kinda happened like that. But I hope you still like it 🧡

NOT PROOFREAD

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[saxobuggie]

The tc community is genuinely so sweet and wholesome✨️❤️

Despite how small it is I love the fact that even some people who don't support ts-relationships still are so supportive of the people here who are going through hard times

Thank you everyone for simply existing and not being another bitch in society <3

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[angelyuji]

professor miguel o'hara headcanons :)

miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader

+ yandere headcanons!!!!

professor miguel o’hara would be so OFUAN:EOAFIDNWFBOWE”NJP sorry im just feral for him

professor o’hara would actually be the worst professor to get tbh like he’s a strict grader, he’s super anal about late turn-ins, all that jazz. like he’s got a shit ratemyprofessor rating… he’s the worst. he’s not the type to insult you or make you feel like shit for getting questions wrong or failing an exam HOWEVER he does say that if you fail an exam, just drop out cuz you’re not passing yeahhh he sucks lol

also he has a p.h.d in genetics and genomic sciences (totally didn’t just search up what the major is called and pasted it on here… definitely not) so he’s a huge stickler on being called doctor o’hara

however, when you mess up and say professor, he doesn’t seem to mind it all that much

professor o’hara who obviously has favorites (based on who participates more/does the best on exams)

Miguel would send students that come to him for help to students that do really well in the class (he does not care to reteach or help with essays) “you should’ve paid attention when i was explaining. im sure one of your classmates like (y/n) can help.”

motorcycle professor, office hours are always open for questions or concerns, he’s honestly chill just super strict and mean-looking

however no matter what, every single bitch has a crush on him… have you SEEEEEN him. yall know that scene in criminal minds when spencer reid is teaching a class and basically the entire class was auditing the class becuz he’s hot… yeah that except miguel o’hara is a lot meaner about chasing those people out.

yandere :0

:IBFP(I)IU*Y&^&TFRTCVGBHIK\

sorry

lemme set the scene, ur one of the smartest of your class, you’re his favorite student like ur pretty, smart, and kind to your classmate and honestly…. he was downright obsessed like mf knows ur entire class schedule, he knows ur address ur number ur email. e v e r y t h i n g

ur kindness to your classmates is gonna be ur downfall, someone (who is known to be a cheater) is gonna go to him asking for help on a project. miguel is gonna be like “lol im not helping u but yk who will? (y/n).” miguel knows that your classmate is gonna cheat, but that’s a part of the plan

they go up to you, ask to see ur project and when ur not looking, take pictures of ur research and everything. you won’t know a thing becuz ur a nice friend :)

you’ll just turn in ur stuff and chill. the next class after the due date, professor o’hara asks you to stay after class.

“(y/n), it looks like you and another classmate have almost exact project.” miguel turns his screen towards you, showing your project and your classmates

“what? dr. o’hara, i don’t know what’s going on, but i promise you, i didn’t cheat off of anyone.” you beg.

“i’m sure that we can get to the bottom of this, (y/n)…” miguel pretends to think for a second. “how about this, come to my office around 6. i think i’ll be done with classes for the day. we’ll have a chat.” he stands, rearranging his papers.

“of course. i’ll be there!” you thank him and rush out to meet your friends, holding back tears.

i mean, of course you’ll go to see your professor. you’ve been accused of plagiarism and that shit can get you expelled.

you knock on the door. “dr. o’hara?”

“come in.” you walk in, anxious to get the situation resolved. you see your professor sitting at his desk, but you don’t see your classmate.

“i thought the other person would here too…” you feel a weird sense of dread fill in your stomach.

“ms. (l/n), i don’t think we need them here for this discussion.” he motions for you to sit down at the chair. “plagiarism is a very serious offence.”

“professor, you can’t seriously believe that i copied off of them!” you’ve got the best grades in the class, you feel flabbergasted.

“ms. (l/n)!” he frowns.

you lower your head, ashamed, “i’m sorry, it’s just. they came up to me, asking for help…”

“i understand, (y/n), but do you have any physical proof of that?” you stay silent. “i can… find a way to help you, but… you’re gonna have to do something for me, (y/n).” miguel leans in and you feel that dread in your stomach worsen, but you have no other choice.

“of course, professor! anything!”

eDTRUTYGYH*(J)(_)_JIHUUGYFR^%&T*Y(UOIJL

he’s gonna take advantage of your situation. at first, it’ll be like secret dates, small (expensive) gifts at your door, then it moves up.

soon, he’s making you come to his home, making you stay overnight….

it was raining when you had went over and the rain was getting worse. his house was in the middle of a neighborhood in the woods, everything about this situation was grossing you out. “dr. o’hara, i don’t-” you, hesitantly, walk through the doors into his home.

“miguel. i’ve told you, (y/n). you should call me miguel when we’re alone.” he smiles at you and locks the door behind you.

“right… miguel, i don’t think that this is appropriate.” you look around his home. it was quaint, clean… almost like it wasn’t even lived in. you would’ve thought it was a random rental if it wasn’t for his diplomas framed on the wall.

“(y/n), do i need to remind you of our deal?” he looks at you, and for the first time since this situation started, you felt afraid. miguel disappears into the kitchen and you decide to step back closer to the front door, itching to run. “(y/n),” he pops his head out and smiles, “take a seat at the dining table.” you see fangs in his mouth and your fear grows.

dinner goes by uneventfully, but you feel uneasy as miguel chats it up with you. he had been too… nonchalant about the arrangement, but this was a new development. he wouldn’t ask you questions about yourself, but he somehow knew everything about you. it creeped you out. “if dinner is over, i should go home.” you stand, pushing back your chair.

he grabs your hand, “there’s no need to rush, (y/n)… unless,” he lets go and leans back in his chair, thinking. you freeze. “if you want to leave, i can always go to the board and tell them about your essay.” miguel shrugs and gets up.

“no! no… i’m sorry, doctor- sorry, miguel, i’m not leaving.” you sit back down.

miguel laughs, straightening, “you’re so cute, sweetheart. i’ll go get dessert.” he steps back into the kitchen. you grab your phone and text your roommate asking for help, but they don’t respond. miguel walks out with two plates of cheesecake. he continues to talk to you, asking about your classes for next semester. you gingerly answer his questions and eat, eager to finish and go home. you look behind miguel’s head and notice that the rain had gotten worse. if you didn’t leave now, you’d get stuck here.

“i should get going then.” you carefully place the fork down. “the rain is getting pretty bad.” miguel turns to look and you check your phone. still no response. miguel hums as the rain pelts the ground. he looks back at you.

“any minute now.” he doesn’t say anything else.

“ha, yeah. it’ll get worse any minute now.” you repeat and stand up. all of a sudden, your head spins. you stumble and grab your chair. immediately miguel is at your side, helping you steady. your head won’t stop spinning and you hear your words slurring, “fuck, i don’t feel good.” miguel picks you up with ease, holding you bridal-style. “put me down, please, miguel. i need to go home.” you feel yourself lose consciousness and lay your head against miguel’s chest, too tired and dizzy to fight.

“everything is okay, (y/n). all you need is me.”  the last thing you feel as miguel whispers in your ear, is a kiss against your forehead.

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⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

professor!rick grimes x student!reader

“c’mon, doll” his deep voice called for you as you finished packing up your books. “let’s go home” his hand was extended to you and you smiled immediately, running to him and hiding your face on his chest in a big hug.

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[dilfslutsstuff]

Dress code || Remus Lupin

Professor!Remus X Student!Fem reader

Notes: All of the characters in this fic are legal age and if you’re uncomfortable reading than please just scroll!! Also, I am half aussie half German so my English is super good but if I mess up something it’s because I don’t know the word for everything and google translate will be used!!

Warnings: Age gap, NSFW, sexual implications, pet names, size kink (reader is small), praise (you get the point)

The end of Christmas break had gone by quick now leading you into 7th year, your final year. Obviously I can’t wait to get this done with but I’ll miss this place, plus I’ll miss girls nights

I’m currently sitting with Ginny and Hermione, the common room is surprisingly empty and everyone’s gone to bed, of course Hermione suggested we get some rest as school starts tomorrow but nevertheless Ginny and I ignored her

“Oh come on y/n your crush can’t be that embarrassing” mione and Ginny pleaded and begged the whole night in the Gryffindor girls common room

“I don’t even like anyone? and it doesn’t matter, can we get back to Hermione liking Ron, aren’t you like baffled that she likes your idiot brother” I rolled my eyes and lie back into the couch

“Old news! Also if you truly don’t like anyone then you’ll let us give you a truth potion and make it go off right after” Ginny looked at Hermione

“I know the spell to make it wear off instantly!” Hermione chimed in grinning, both the girls giggling and starring me down

“I’m not going to let you put a spell on me to find out some stupid crush?!” I widened my eyes at the two girls Infront of me rolling my eyes, they both looked at each other

“So you do have a crush? We solemnly swear to not tell anyone even if it’s someone vile like Draco Malfoy” all three of us cringed at the slytherin boys name and I shook my head

“Look it’s not Draco that’s so fucking weird, he like whines over everything, remember 3rd year when the bitch moaned over buckbeak like barley touching him!” I exclaimed reasoning myself

“Okay so then if it’s not him then tell us” Ginny pleaded, she then muttered “if it’s not him than you can’t really have anyone worse can you”

“Look y/n we’ll buy you every drink you get from hogsmeade AND I’ll give you all the notes I have for every test” Hermione offered as Ginny furrowed her eyebrows

“HEY?? I’m not doing that, I’m literally poor! I’m not wasting my galleons on“ Hermione cut Ginny off

“I never give my notes to anyone, come on please!!” Hermione was speaking the truth and I was wasting all my money of butter beer and did need to past a charms exam miserably.

“Fine.. it’s professor lupin but you can’t say shit” the girls both had their mouths wide open and just scoffed

“Okay now this was worth my money” Ginny grinned

“A professor y/n?? Are you being actually serious right now, like and he’s 40 or something and I know… just… why?” She looked at me

“Cant help it I’m into dilfs” I laughed and they both smacked me.

The rest of the night was a blur filled with teasing and laughter.

The next day came and I went to get dressed in my school uniform as I opened my suit case that I was kind of procrastinating in unpacking.

“Fuck… where is my uniform” I rolled my eyes back in frustration and checked frantically everywhere making a mess of the dorm.

“Why are you so angry??” Ginny asked putting on her tie

“Do you have a spare uniform, I forgot mine on holidays?” Ginny started laughing at me and started tying her hair

“I say you walk in naked and forget the uniform to impress that old man you’re crushing on” she wiggled her eyebrows as I threw a shirt into her face

“Okay okay, I think the nurse has spare uniforms go check with them I’ve forgotten my uniform once” Ginny told you

I put on a coat so no one saw my sleeping gown and I ran to the nurses office and the nurses asked me what was wrong as I explained my situation they told me to be smarter and that I was a 7th year acting like a 1st year, all that nonsense.

“Look, we only have 5th year uniforms so you’re going to have to live the day in that” she said in the not kindest of tones

“Thank you so much miss!” I took the uniform and ran back up to my dorm room and got dressed. That’s when I looked at myself in the mirror

I didn’t exactly have a 15 year old physical condition so.. the skirt was EXTREMELY short, the shirt was tight, hugging my curves

It was like I was going as a slutty school girl for Halloween, I couldn’t have been more scared about the comments I would receive all day

“Damn y/n trying to hook up with mr lupin” mione giggled and I frantically told her my situation and she just asked me to go get a uniform pass from the office.

I did, I walked down to the great hall for breakfast and you wouldn’t believe the stares I got, it was like I was a female prostitute, all the boys were whispering and obviously staring.

Harry’s milk fell out of his mouth as I went and sat with them, Ron just looked baffled and Ginny Fred and George were all just hyping me up

“Y/n, tryna get my attention” Draco smirked behind me, god he made himself so punchable it was so sad to be honest.

“Shut the fuck up malfoy” I gave him the middle finger and he scoffed and looked away

All of us ate breakfast in peace and I tried to roll down my skirt a bit. Ginny gave me a random jumper she had to tie around my butt so that when I walked my panties didn’t flash, thank the lords for her.

I had gotten through the day with only a couple sayings from teachers when I explained my issue they just gave me a warning.

Then it came, the end of the days subject, DADA. Meaning I had Professor lupin, both Ginny and Hermione were in that class.

There was no secret I’d been lupins favourite student, he had always asked me to stay back to talk about books and stuff, he was always nice, praising my work and he would take his time to be much nicer to me than the other students, if I’m being honest that’s the reason I like him, some would say I just attach to people very quickly if they show me an ounce of affection and that’s very much… true

I was first to class, I had a study period so I came to my DADA class to study alone where I expected no one to be, which I think I’m now regretting, lupin was there filing some papers

“Uh ms Y/L/N, a word?” I gulped, the man was scanning my body and his eyes were figured on the jumper around my waist

“That isn’t a school jumper, according to school code I am going to ask you to take it off, sorry sweetie” he looked at me in the eyes

I knew that he probably meant the pet name in a platonic father daughter type way but it made me feel things I don’t think I should be feeling

“Uhm my skirt is a little short” I felt my body shiver and the man looked at me

“It’s okay, I’m not one to judge y/n, I just want to see your pretty body” I slowly took off the jumper ignoring the fact that the man was TOTALLY hitting on me but I’m sure he meant it nicely

“My my y/n, that’s quite short, I think I might have to bring you to Dumbledore and get you punished” he was intensely staring at my thighs

“No sir please, I’ll do anything, Dumbledore and I aren’t exactly on the best of terms right now cause he caught me sneaking about the other night” I really didn’t want a bad reputation

“Y/n, you can’t wear that because it will give people a bad impression” the blonde haired man gestured me to sit on a chair next to him

“Bad impression?” I asked gazing into his eyes gulping

“they’ll think you’re a slut who is rather fond of well.. sex” my eyes widened and I didn’t really know what to reply to that

“Professor, I don’t really have sex.. like I’m a virgin” oh my god, I cannot believe I’ve just said that, to my teacher?? I’m going to just cry and die maybe both at the same time

“Oh are you now ms Y/L/N? You know, professors aren’t idiots, we can tell when you guys have little girl crushes on us” I blushed profusely

“Come with Me” he grabbed my hand and we walked to his office up the stairs and he locked the door

“Look y/n, I know this is wrong but your body is making me go fucking crazy with that skirt you have on” he huffed

“Sir, is this a good idea? I could get expelled” I whispered into his ear

“Do now, think later” he pulled me in for a kiss and I’ve never felt so lightweight, his mouth tasted good, like chocolate almost.

I was straddling him on his office chair as he unbuttoned my shirt.

“Are you okay with this? We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable with it” he stopped me in between kisses

“I’ve dreamt of this sir” I continued and he stopped me

“Remus” he told me to use his first name and he unbuttoned my shirt looking at my laced black bra, thank god I chose to wear a matching set today

He unclasped it making love to my neck and downward, leaving love bites as he went along with it.

His tongue swirled around my nipple, sucking my tit as I moaned. It felt amazing, I don’t know how he was so good at this.

“Remus” I moaned out as he hit my sweet spot. His mouth met with mine again and his hands trailed down to my absolutely soaked panties

“So wet? Why is it” he smirked ripping my panties off and running his fingers through my glistening wet folds.

“You remus, I’m wet for you, please touch me” I begged him

His fingers found my clit, rubbing the small bud making me feel better than any man could. His hands were so big his fingers were too.

He then stuck two fingers inside of me watched as I made faces “come on pretty girl” Remus whispered into my ear.

“I’m going to” my breathes were heavy and I was moaning hard. Suddenly Remus pulled his fingers away from my pussy

“You’ve been a bad girl, strutting around in that tiny skirt for pervs to look at. You don’t deserve to cum, you filthy little slut.” He laughed at me as I whined and whined

“Remus I just need you inside” I started unbuckling his pants, and my hand reached down his boxers and god when I pulled it out… when I tell you this man was BIG, that was an understatement.

“Where do you want me dove” he caressed my face as I whined

“Inside” as i was straddling remus on his chair, he lined his dick up and pushed it inside slowly as we both moaned

“You’re so.. tight” his hands grabbed my ass underneath my skirt and got me into rhythm with him. Once he settled in he started going faster, considering it was my first we took it slower.

Skin slapping and moaning could be heard miles away. “Mmmmmm” I was making so many noises

“Remus oh my-“ I was moving my hips up and down and Remus looked at my tits jiggle as he sat back and enjoyed the view

“You’re so Perfect dove” he took admiration of my body, checking me out. I smiled in return and continued to grind more.

“Remus I’m going to…” he saw as my eyes rolled back at an orgasm, “do it dove”

I cummed all over his dick and he pulled out before he could.

“You’re so Perfect, I think you should come to class earlier more often” he whispered into my ear and I bit my lip

“I definitely think I will” I went and fixed my hair and sat in my chair as other people walked in including Hermione and Ginny who I got partnered up with for a project and we got to work outside in the halls.

“Your face is flushed and your hair has just been brushed. You totally got fucked. Who by.” Hermione noticed the small things and you usually loved it when it wasn’t a complete and total inconvenience for you

“Uhhh” I was about to say something as Remus walked out side to check on how our group was going

“Now is not time for gossip ladies, get to work” he smiled and walked away

“Please don’t tell me I was seeing things when professor lupin was totally flushed and you told us you were going to the DADA classroom for study period…”

“You dirty little whore” both the girls gasped at their finding as you denied it profusely.

I am Never telling those two anything again

The end

I cannot tell you how much I struggled to find the English words for the following

Wriggled

Furrowed 😭

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 5

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Dr. Miller stood on the sidewalk in front of The Library and I felt like it was some kind of death march. With each step I tried to come up with some lame excuse as to why I had followed him from the school; why I had ended up on the same street as him. Nothing that was plausible came to mind.

I had a feeling he was one of those human lie detector types. Already I felt those dark, brown eyes studying me from afar. Up close, however, they appeared much softer.

“Care for a study session at The Library? You know.. since classes are cancelled this week.” He tipped his mouth up in a half smirk, “I mean, I'm assuming you had a question for me since you followed me all this way.”

I both admired and was intimidated by his bona fide candor. The man appeared completely see-through; honest. He wasn't about to spare me his sentiment on my Tuesday night blunder that left us both standing on the chilly street corner.

“I'm sorry. I..” I didn't have a proper response. Maybe I should have just been honest - to a degree. I had wanted to solve the mystery of the black Mercedes, though that hadn't been the root cause of my trip to Woodbridge on that cold, winter evening. Still, was it right to call him out for following me Thursday night?

You don't know that he was even following you, I reminded myself. Earlier I had convinced myself of the more rational idea that it was a coincidence.

Dr. Miller was entertained. That was another transparent element to his persona. Whether he knew it or not his expressions revealed a plethora of emotion. In this case, he was having fun with the way he had me on edge. It was my own fault. He could have been mad; weirded out. Maybe he was. Or maybe he was simply amused or even flattered.

He opened the door and motioned for me to enter ahead of him into the little bar. Immediately the ethereal scent of luxury washed over me. I was hard-pressed to define exactly what that meant, though it was eminently recognizable and potent - like leather, cigar smoke and a collection of unknowns I couldn't quite pinpoint.

“This way.” Dr. Miller nodded, only passing me when my body froze in place as I took in the surroundings. Leather couches. High top tables. Dim lights. Quiet conversations among small groups, all sipping on different bourbons, scotches or other drinks. An old Dean Martin song played as background music and a line of men dressed in fine suits sat at the bar.

I looked down at my navy blue sweater that was topped over jeans and removed my hat, attempting to straighten my hair out, or style it blindly in some way. When we sat at a small table in the back corner of the place, I stared across at him as he removed his jacket and sat down.

“I'm underdressed.” It was the least of my concerns.

Dr. Miller huffed a fleeting, quiet laugh and abruptly removed the tie he had on over a white, button down shirt, tucking it into the pocket of his jacket. He then proceeded to undo the top two buttons and fluffed the collar.

“Feel better?” He asked.

My bottom lip detached from my top one when his selfless act revealed a trim patch of chest hair that gave even Tim McGraw a run for his money. This man was far too suave and experienced not to know what he did to women. 

“Yeah.” I was at a loss for words and I had no idea what his angle was. Not to mention I was still utterly embarrassed by the circumstances that led us to the back corner of the fancy lounge that night.

When a waitress wandered over it gave me a moment to process things - though not for long.

“What are we drinking tonight?” She asked, prompting Dr. Miller to motion to me first.

“Oh, umm..” I cleared my throat. Despite the fact that we were in a bar I hadn't thought of a drink to order. “A Manhattan on the rocks, please.”

“I'll do the same,” he said with a nod.

“Easy enough.” The woman disappeared and he folded his hands on top of the dark, wooden table as he stared across at me.

“How old are you?” The question was simple but it still took me off-guard enough to allow for a few seconds of hesitation.

“Twenty-seven.”

The next question wasn't so generic. “Are you afraid of me?”

My eyebrows raised. I had given up all control of my facial expressions. “What?” I breathed the word aloud.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Well, what is it then?”

That one was more vague. I had an idea of what he meant, though it was more of an assumption. “I don't know what you mean.”

“Yes you do,” he challenged. Just as hotness swelled through my cheeks he motioned to me with his first two fingers. “That.. right there. I've seen your grades, undergraduate and graduate studies. You're an intelligent woman, mostly A’s. I've looked at your social media accounts - you seem to have a relatively active social life. So, why is it that you can barely look me in the eye or even speak to me?”

Wow. He had a set of balls.

“I don't know.” I was trying to process what felt like a hundred different things at once. How did he know about my grades? Why had he looked into my social media?

“Yeah ya do,” the man repeated.

“Two Manhattans.” The waitress returned and placed our beverages down but this time Dr. Miller didn't look away as he thanked her. The moment she was more than an ear shot away he pried into my psyche even more. “Tell me why you followed me down here tonight.”

I couldn't lie to him. Not when his voice demanded the truth and his eyes pervaded my soul. I went with the most impervious truth in my laundry list of reasons as to why I had followed him.

“Thursday night,” I paused for a moment and then just blurted out what was just the tip of the virtuous iceberg. “I thought I was being followed by a black Mercedes when I left the school, so I wanted to find out-”

“You were right,” Dr. Miller casually cut me off and sipped his drink for the first time. I watched as he set it back down leaving watery fingerprints behind thanks to the perspiration on the glass.

“Excuse me?” I gave a laugh and held his gaze now.

“I followed you.”

Frightened or flattered? Frightened or flattered? What was wrong with me that I couldn't decipher how the revelation made me feel? Shouldn't I be frightened?

“You did what I hoped you would do,” he added. “Especially after the tragedy that occurred on campus.”

I was confused now. What had he hoped I would do? When I didn't ask he proceeded to elaborate on his own.

“You sensed someone was behind you and you didn't turn down the street where you live.”

“How do you know where I live?” That one I blurted out. 

Yes, I was freaked out now. Still not as frightened as I should have been, but freaked out nonetheless. The drumming in my chest grew more prominent as the milliseconds passed. Yet, my eagerness to be there across the table from him still came out victorious.

“I looked you up on the campus portal.”

“Why?” I didn't know if I wanted to ask him ‘why’ or ‘how’; but ‘why’ came out first and I simply waited.

Dr. Miller noticed my shaking hand as I picked up the Manhattan. His eyes dropped and rose in less than a second, as to not acknowledge it, though it was plain as day that he observed my involuntary action.

“I'll answer that question if you answer the one I asked you. Why do you get so nervous around me?”

“You know where I live, you know all my grades and you found my social media accounts,” I said, exasperated, “And you want an answer as to why I get so nervous around you?”

“Yes.”

What the hell was wrong with him? There was definitely something wrong with him. There was something wrong with me for not getting up and leaving.

“You want the truth?” Dr. Miller went on. “I was attracted to you the second you spoke to me in that differential, submissive way that just radiates off you, I'm assuming, whenever you're in the presence of a man you perceive as dominant or powerful.”

I took another sip of my drink. My hand was beyond shaking now. It was trembling. Dr. Miller placed his hand over mine on the glass as I went to set it down so it wouldn't spill. I didn't attempt to pull away.

The warmth of his hand sent my hormones into overdrive. I discovered right then that the Molotov cocktail of lust and fear was blocking out any form of logic. I would have been a great mind for a psychology student to study being so equally frightened and aroused at the same time.

“I think you get nervous around me because you know what I could do to you.”

What did he mean by that? I swallowed hard. I couldn't giggle my way out of this the way I often did if I was nervous. My body was in a state of shock and my mind was locked down.

“Is that why you know all that stuff about me?” I needed to know. “Because you're..” I cleared my throat, not fully able to believe what he had just said. “..attracted to me.”

Even after his formal announcement on the matter I still wasn't convinced. There was that stereotypical submissive behavior he was speaking of.

“That's part of the reason,” Dr. Miller confessed, “But I also wanted to..” he pondered for a moment, the first flounder in our conversation. “I wanted to make sure you were.. okay.”

“What are you talking about?” I shook my head

“I looked up your grades and your Instagram account, which you should put on private by the way, because I wanted to know a little more about you. But I looked up your address when I learned about the murder on campus.”

My eyes squinted when he made a casual suggestion about my Instagram account. What was it to him? Why did he care whether my account was set to public or private? He wasn't my dad or my boss or my.. anything else.

“There are some seriously fucked up people out there.” He almost smirked when he said that despite all the tension but his small smile quickly faded. “And all I could think of when I found out about the girl on campus was that it could have been you.”

“You don't even know me.”

“And you don't know me, yet here we are. Two people who took turns following each other home.” He raised his glass to his lips and the amusement was back in those teddy bear eyes of his as they continued to study me.

I glanced down now at my hand that was still shaking and he reached for it again.

“Don't be afraid of me.” It was a plea and a demand rolled into one.

“I probably should be.” I closed my eyes and spoke the words because I was still too chicken shit to look him in the eye as I made my confession. “But you're right.. I get so nervous around you because..” 

I fantasize about you pinning me against the wall and kissing me and...

I still couldn't get the words out. When my eyes fluttered open, Dr. Miller let me off the hook.

“I know,” he said quietly. “I could tell right away.”

“Am I that transparent?” 

“To me you are.” His hand released mine and there was a wave of disappointment. “And then tonight-”

“You knew I was following you.” It was half-question, half-statement.

“I saw you in the parking lot.”

“Dr. Miller-”

“Joel,” he corrected.

“Joel.” That fit. Joel Miller. I was so smitten over this man that even his first name made me weak in the knees - after he had admitted to violating my privacy on so many levels that should have sent me running, or even reporting him to the university.

Apparently, he was confident enough to think that I wouldn't do that. And he was right. Even for knowing one another for such a short amount of time, it felt like we were on some unspoken level of understanding; some kind of eccentric, warped version of kindred spirits or something.

“Are we on the same page?” He asked now. For the first time there was just the faintest hint of concern in his voice. His hazel eyes shifted back and forth just enough to advertise his uncertainty.

“I think so.” I did think so; but I hardly knew what book we were in.

The series of events were borderline perverse. Dr. Miller had dug into my personal life when he decided I was a perfect match for his antithetical impulses. As a result he felt some kind of connection that led him to follow me home in order to make sure I was alright after the murder occurred on campus.

I hadn't been able to put a halt to my own impure thoughts about him since the moment he walked in the door of class on that first evening. Similarly, there was a dominance and a confidence in the man that was so appealing. It awakened parts of me that I hadn't even realized existed. I wanted him. In the most primal of ways I wanted him.

The fact that he had followed me on Thursday night, I decided, didn't bother me. I could tell that he wasn't bothered in the least by the fact that I had followed him.

And here I was naive enough to call myself the predator and him the prey. Dr. Miller had known all along that I was there. He just waited until the moment was right to let me know that he was, indeed, in control.

There was a silence that had drifted over us but I knew he was reading my body language; deciphering if his decision to be entirely straightforward with me was the right decision. It was - or so that was how I viewed it. The fantasy that had been the focal point of my inner monologue as of late had presented itself on the table right in front of me.

“How old are you?” I lifted my glass again, hoping this time the shake in my hand would subside. It didn't, though I took a quick sip anyway and set the glass back down.

“Forty-four,” he said right away and then added, “Maybe we should play a game of twenty questions.. get to know each other.” That little smirk highlighted his dimples and I knew I was in full swoon.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“My turn,” came his immediate reminder, “Do you like my class?”

I gave a laugh, thankful for the lighthearted question. This one was easy. “Yes. I was disappointed that classes were cancelled this week, actually.”

“So that must've been why you came down to the university.” Dr. Miller winked now without attempting to be subtle about it. “Your turn.”

“Are you married?” It was bold. My face was fifty shades of crimson; but I had to know.

After a brief swirl of the brown liquid in his glass, a smile crept on his face that reminded a bit of The Grinch combined with The Cheshire Cat. “No.”

“Have you ever been?”

“I believe it's my turn.” Dr. Miller smacked his lips after another longer sip from the Manhattan. He smiled wider now and looked me directly in my eyes. I was smiling back at him. “What's your biggest fear?”

My chest tightened just a bit at the question and I saw his fingertips clench the glass a little tighter as the sentence rolled off his tongue.

“Dying,” I answered honestly and knew it was a dark answer. He was probably expecting me to say spiders or the dark. “I'm afraid of.. being forgotten and missing out on whatever's out there for me in the future. And upsetting the people who love me.” I shrugged as if it wasn't genuinely deep thought. It was. Actually saying it aloud was intense.

Dr. Miller's smile had faded. He was staring at me with such a solemn expression that seemed to match what I was feeling inside.

I hardly wanted to change the mood and so I managed a little grin. “It's my turn, I think.” I piggybacked my former question with the one he threw back at me, “Were you ever married?” 

“Yes.” He held his glass between his hands by his face like a poker player making a more thorough attempt to hide his cards. “I was about thirty. It lasted less than a year. I haven't been married since.” Dr. Miller's eyebrows rose and fell once, and I could tell he didn't care to elaborate.

I nodded, not knowing if I was crossing the line in our back-and-forth, sophomoric way to get to know each other. Again, I wasn't wholly sure but he didn't appear to mind as his turn rolled around again.

“When did your last relationship end?” He asked.

It had been a while if we were talking about formal relationships. “I've gone out on dates here and there but..” I thought for a moment, “A boyfriend.. it's been over two years.”

“Why didn't it work out?” Dr. Miller leaned forward just a bit with his elbows on the table now. I knew I could have pulled the, 'it's not your turn’ card but I answered the question honestly.

“I was bored.” It was the first time I acknowledged it aloud. “Yeah.. I.. I just got bored and rather than drag it on, I broke it off.”

“No one else has managed to cure that boredom spell huh?” 

Not until now. I would have loved to have answered him in that way but I wasn't exactly about to show off my full hand of cards, either. I simply shook my head and saw the squint of his eyes as I assumed he was hoping for a more in-depth response.

I had something on the tip of my tongue that I wanted to ask. The alcohol aided in letting my guard down enough to get it out.

“What are you hiding?” I asked because I knew he was. It was more than a haunch. I could almost see the skeleton in his metaphorical closet.

Disarmed. That was the only word I could use to describe the uplift of his eyebrows, the side glance of his pupils toward the wall, the uncomfortable shift in his posture. It was the first time that night where he truly looked subdued.

There is something. I knew it.

“Hiding?” Dr. Miller tried the cool smile again but it didn't erupt on his face in that same smooth manner the way it had every single time before that. His jaw was a bit strained and he cleared his throat.

“Aren't we all hiding something?” I tried to make the question appear more playful and lighthearted.

“What are you hiding?”

“I asked you first.”

“Well,  uh..” His smile was a combination of forced and genuine now. “We’ll revisit that question another time.”

“Fair enough.” Another time. Sounded good to me. I wanted there to be another time. No, I needed there to be another time.

“Are you attracted to me?” Dr. Miller asked, as if he didn't already know.

I didn't beat around the bush. We were here. The boundaries that I so naively assumed would separate us had been breached and he had already made such bold admissions. What did I have to lose by telling the truth?

“Yes.” I was leaning forward now, my hands folded in front of my glass on the table. That one elevated my heart rate and I knew I had forfeited any power when I continued to allow him to ask me questions in rapid succession.

“Did it bother you when I told you I followed you the other night?”

“No.”

“Does it excite you?” He asked.

My cheeks were scorching now. “Yes.”

“Are you going to feel weird when you see me in class from now on?”

“A little.” 

Dr. Miller chuckled now and I laughed with him. Wow, how the mood had changed. I think it was possible that I had experienced every emotion there was to feel over the course of our time together. It was exhilarating.

When I saw him take the last swig of his drink I wondered what that meant. Was that a wrap for the evening? Would he order another? I hoped he would. I could have sat at that bar all night with him.

Dr. Miller lanced at my drink and I hurried to take a sip of it in case he wanted to leave.

“Don't,” he said right away, “Take your time.”

“Thanks.” I let out a sigh and he stared at me for so many consecutive seconds that I was starting to think I had something on my face.

“What do you do for a living?” He finally asked.

“For now, I'm a secretary at the board of ed in the next town.”

“So, I guess I'm not the only one getting up early tomorrow.” 

“Quarter-to-six.”

“Mmm..” Dr. Miller glanced down and swirled the ice in his glass.

“Can I ask you one more question?” When he gave a little nod I asked, “Did you get in the elevator with me last week on purpose? I mean.. was it just to ride with me?”

His answer shocked me. Well, the detailed version of what I assumed, by now, would be a simple ‘yes' is what left me in a heated awe.

Dr. Miller's jaw tightened again and he spoke through partially gritted teeth. “When I saw you walking toward that elevator..” His eyes closed briefly and then opened again, finding my gaze immediately. “.. it took every ounce of restraint I had in me not to grab you by the throat, pin you up against the wall and shove my hand down the front of whatever pretty panties you happened to have on that night.”

And checkmate.

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