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Playing Favorites - Part I

Professor!Vision x F!Reader

Summary: You’re failing your class and your professor is offering you a helping hand.

Warnings: flirting, age gap, forbidden relations

A/N: This is a prequel to Among the Stacks and Lunch Break. Basically how Professor Vision and his kitten started their campus romance. Victor Shade is Vision’s human name.

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You stare at the images displayed on the laptop before you and scribble down important points in your notebook as Professor Shade discusses the lecture he did earlier that day. With the failing mark you got on your quiz last week, he’s offered to tutor you in private, opting for a more hands-on approach for you to better absorb the lessons instead of struggling in a room with other students.

You’re on a scholarship and another failing mark would see to it that you’d lose it. And you can’t, for the scholarship was more than a means to get into a university that you cannot afford, but more of an escape from the abusive home you’ve come to know; your father’s drunken rage and strong hand along with your mother’s eyes full of regret for even bringing you into this world.

You can’t go back. You never want to. So, you took his offer for one-on-one lectures, thinking that this would be what’s best for you.

But god, you’re terribly wrong.

You try your best to focus on what Professor Shade is saying, trying your best in listening to his thorough explanation about the Trojan War as his smooth voice reverberates against his office walls.

But you can’t find it in you to focus, your eyes darting down at your notes and then up at him, only for it to be taken by his strong forearms, bare with his sleeves rolled up. His tie is gone as well and the top two buttons of his powder blue shirt are undone and his blond hair is slightly unruly and falling over his eyes, that’s framed with his glasses, as he repeatedly runs his fingers through them while continuing with his lesson.

You know Professor Shade to be an attractive man. You’re not blind and neither are your classmates. How they openly gush over him when he enters the lecture hall and once hearing Miranda saying something about wanting to wake up to the sound of his voice. They would even purposely make a ruckus that would prompt Professor Shade to call their attention, the group of girls swooning at the action instead of getting flustered like how you would.

You don’t doubt that he’s got an array of admirers, students, and faculty alike. That there must be some invisible line to garner his attention that you never found yourself in.

Until now.

“Are you still with me?” Professor Shade comes up close and you blink away your thoughts, leaning back to look up at him. But you regret doing so almost instantly as the light of his office cascades down on him, accentuating his chiseled jaw and his stubble.

He asks his question once more and you nod in response, looking down in embarrassment for staring. A frown then forms on your lips when you see your notes far behind the slide on the screen. You trailed off and it’s because you can’t keep your focus intact.

“Maybe it’s time for a break.” He announces and walks over to his desk, a sigh leaving your lips as you place your notebook down on the low table in front of you. “Any preference?” He asks from your side.

“Water is fine. Thank you.” You mumble as you glance at him then look back down at your hands.

You must have looked like a complete idiot in front of him for spacing out because all that’s running through your head is how handsome he looks. He must think that he’s wasting his time staying after office hours just to teach you when you’re not even listening.

You hear some glasses clinking at your side and you glance up to see him pour water into a blue mug and some hot water from his electric kettle in a yellow one. The rip of a paper fills your ears and you watch him dunk the tea bag in one before taking both mugs and walking back to you on the couch.

“Was I going too fast?” He asks, giving you your water before placing his tea on the table and taking a seat beside you. An unexpected wave of disappointment washes over you when he keeps a good distance from where you’re seated. “You know you can tell me if I am. This whole arrangement is to cater to your needs.”

“I know, professor.” You mutter and take a welcome sip of your drink, the cool liquid drenching your seemingly parched throat. “I guess I just feel a bit overwhelmed about this.” You confess as the anxiety you feel over the whole ordeal finally sinks in.

What would your classmates think if they found out that you and the history professor have this arrangement? What would they even say? You can already imagine them looking at you with judgment, could already hear the lies they would concoct between the two of you because of your inability to pass and his willingness to help. And worst of all, you don’t even want to think how it would impact him and his career if such falsity reached the faculty or the dean.

No! You cannot put his job on the line! He may be doing such as an act of kindness but you know the world, especially the students, to be brutal. Scholarship or not, it would be unfair to him.

“I think this is wrong.” You blurt out. And the way Professor Shade looks at you, eyes laced with worry and brows knitted in concern, makes you want to retract your words.

“Why? Is it not helping?” He asks and you can sense the sadness that surrounds him. “Are my teaching methods ineffective or would you like us to try something else?”

“I just—I’m worried.”

“About?” He prompts.

“What would the other students say if they found out you’re giving me this..this special treatment?” You question, your spunk taking you by surprise. “No offense, sir,” You clear your throat before pushing on. “But I don’t even understand why you’re wasting your time on me. I failed your test, shouldn’t you be angry or have me do some extra credit work?” You’re rambling, your anxiety level and your emotions piqued and you can’t find it in you to stop. “And if the other students see, they’ll take and say you’re playing favorites and—”

“So, what if I am?” You blink in surprise at his question, eyes wide as you look at him, your string of words gone.

“I’m sorry. What?” You ask in disbelief.

He chuckles as he leans back against the couch. “What if I’m playing favorites? What does it matter to them?”

“I—” You’re flustered by his admission. Is he really doing such a thing? You dare not ask but are you his favorite among the lot of students in his class? You feel a shyness run up your spine that makes you fold yourself small on the couch, looking down at the mug of water clasped in your hands. “Then that’s—t-that’s unfair to them, isn’t it?” You stutter.

“How so? How is it unfair for a teacher to help a struggling student?” His question comes a little strong but you sense no hostility from him. He pushes. “What’s unfair is if I don’t give you a chance to pass my class and you don’t give me a chance to help you.” You feel the couch dip from his weight and startle when he takes the mug from you, setting it beside his. You look up at him in surprise when he wraps his fingers around your hand after. “You are on a scholarship, yes?”

You don’t know how he knows that but you nod nonetheless.

“And maintaining a certain grade will help you keep the status?”

You nod once again.

“I want to help you keep it. To help you finish university with your scholarship intact.” He thrums, feeling your cheeks heat up when his thumb gently caresses your knuckles. “But you seem hesitant for me to do so. Why?”

You sigh. “People talk.” It’s all you can say because it’s simply the truth.

No one ever wants to be found in the center of a scandal. It was already proven to be something dreadful after that one girl freshman got into one with the engineering professor.

“You’re worried people would gossip?”

Another nod.

He hums at your response and you look down once more at your joined hands. You notice how big his is, how it almost swallows yours whole. But most of all, you somehow feel a sense of safety in his hold, in his presence overall. That your thoughts and worries seem frivolous when he’s around.

But you shake your head. That’s the crush talking. The crush pushing you towards him and making you decide to keep the arrangement. To not think of the ‘what ifs’ and ‘buts’, instead having you relish on the fact that he’s given you his time and effort to see that you’re taken cared of, that your education doesn’t perish.

“If the arrangement makes you uncomfortable,” he starts. “We can try different methods. Video calls perhaps? Or meet at the library?” He suggests. “That would be more public and there are study rooms that would give us enough privacy.”

He still wants to pull through even after you’ve given him several good reasons why he shouldn’t. He doesn’t look dumb, far from it. He doesn’t even seem to be that dense to not know how university students function; how barbaric they can get and easily turn anything innocent into something malicious.

Curiosity takes the better of you so you ask, “Why are you doing this, sir?”

“You’re one of my best students,” He admits without hesitation, almost with glee, and you feel the blush creep up your neck, bleeding to your cheeks. “You’re punctual and attentive, not like the others who intentionally cause a ruckus for attention.” He praises. “And, if I’m being quite honest, that’s a breath of fresh air. You, darling, are a breath of fresh air.”

Darling? A pet name? You dare not think it but is he flirting with you? You’ve never once heard him call any other student by that name.

You avoid his gaze and pull your hand free from his hold, yet you already miss the warmth of it, opting to twiddle your fingers against your lap if only to distract you from his flowery words.

“What I mean is—” he clears his throat. “You deserve to pass my class. My best student does.”

You pack your things and wait by Professor Shade’s door, watching him stow away his things into his messenger bag and take his jacket that hangs at the back of his office chair. His eyes meet yours when he stands in front of you, a smile on his face before he opens the door and gestures you leave first, turning off the lights of his office and following suit, locking the door.

The corridor of his floor is dark except for the light at the end of the hall, making the building look somewhat eerie despite its modern architecture and decor.

“Would you like a ride to your dorm?” He asks, breaking the silence between you as you head to the elevators. “I’ve kept you quite a while and I’d want to be sure you make it back safe.”

“It’s only a short walk from here, Professor.” You smile at his kindness. “Thank you though.”

“Alright. You’ll also tell me what method would work for you best?” Another question and the elevator doors part, Professor Shade holding the doors back as you take a step inside. “The video call or the library?” He clarifies.

“I will.” You agree. “But so far, the library seems like the better option. I have a roommate and she can be quite a nuisance,” You don’t tell him that she likes to bring random boys into your dorm and can hear them through the thin walls. “I might not be able to focus on our lessons.”

“Very well.” The lift descends after he presses the button for the lobby and you end up staring at his reflection through the metal barrier. “I can book one of the study rooms in advance though would the same time still be feasible for you?”

“Mhmm, though I wouldn’t want to take too much of your time, professor.”

“Nonsense.” He chuckles. “I have nowhere else to be nor anyone to go home to.”

The ding of the elevator signals your arrival and you step outside, Professor Shade catching up with your stride before going ahead, his swiftness taking you by surprise when he opens the door for you.

“You’ll message me when you’ve decided?” He asks again as you both stand in front of the building, wrapping your arms around yourself to shield yourself from the chill. And for a moment, you feel a bit disoriented by his question. He chuckles, probably from seeing your confusion. “About the meeting place. The library or my office again?”

“Oh right.” You give an awkward smile. “I will.”

“You have my number, right?” You nod. “And my email?” Another nod. “Perfect. I’ll see you next week then, or around campus.” He says as he takes a step closer, your body shivering when the evening wind blows.

He seems to notice your discomfort. He puts down his bag on the concrete steps and to your surprise, drapes his coat over your shoulders. Your face is hot and you look down at your feet to avoid his eyes as his hands tug gently on the lapels of the jacket, pulling it snug around you.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride to your dorm, darling? It’s really no trouble.”

You shake your head fast, knowing all too well that your face has already turned red from the pet name and his actions. Not trusting that you won’t make a fool out of yourself when you dare meet his eyes.

“I’m fine. Really.” You mumble and blink when his thumb and forefinger pinch your chin, tipping your head up to face him.

“Very well.” His voice is soft and you feel yourself being hypnotized by the way his eyes stare at you, how the glow of the moon makes his sapphires shine. “But let me tell you a secret before we part ways.”

“W-what is i-it?” You stammer.

He takes a deep breath and releases your chin, his hands taking hold of the coat once more. “I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. All this tutoring and whatnot.”

You can feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest as he inches closer, feeling the tips of his shoes brush against yours.

“What do you m-mean?”

“I’m only doing this for you.” He breathes. “Just you.”

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springdandelixn · 1 year

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Lunch Break

Professor!Vision x F!Reader

Summary: Vision’s lunch break is interrupted by an unexpected visitor.

Warnings: 18+ content, oral (f receiving), fingers at play, daddy kink, surprise visit from someone you all know 😉

Just a little drabble I thought of. A continuation of Among the Stacks. And as always, comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated. Un-betad but I still hope you guys enjoy! 💛

Your back arches off the desk and your fingers grip tightly on Vision’s blond lock as his tongue swirls and flicks against your swollen clit. Your toes curl in delight, in want, in pleasure when his finger teases your slit, a silent gasp escaping your lips as you pull him more between your thighs, seeking more friction from his glorious mouth.

You whisper his name into the air and he gives your thigh a slap, causing you to shut your mouth, hand clamping over them to silence yourself, not wanting a passer-by to be suspicious of the elicit activities being held within the confines of his office.

“God, you’re so delicious, kitten.” He murmurs against your mound and you don’t have time to acknowledge his words as he pushes a digit past your folds, your pussy walls clenching around the muscle, sucking him in, sucking him deeper. “Such a greedy cunt.” The chuckle that leaves his lips is low and menacing and it only adds fuel to the fire burning within you.

“Daddy—please,” You beg.

His hand slithers up within your sweater, deft fingers pulling onto the cups of your bra before covering your breast with his large hand and giving it a rough squeeze, the moan you were suppressing finally making it through your lips.

“I’m taking my time, kitten.” You feel him smirk against your skin, his lips reclaiming your clit once more and you bite down on your tongue as the pleasure he gives your pussy rolls through your body, filling you with ecstasy.

You hook your leg on his shoulder and spread your legs wider for him, welcoming him into your heat even more and basking in the way his mouth devours your cunt, tongue, and lips flicking and licking and sucking on your clit, akin to a man starved. His finger repeatedly thrusts into you, curling his knuckle when he pulls away before adding a second when he pushes it back in, spreading them within to stretch your walls even further.

You writhe against his desk, eyes shutting tight as you feel your muscles clench, shivers running up your spine that make you slide your free hand within your sweater, kneading and groping your breast all the same and rolling your thumb against your stiff nipple, stimulating you even further, driving yourself higher to reach your peak.

“Vision, I was wondering if you wanted—”

Your eyes fly open and your face heat when you hear someone enter his office, feeling even more embarrassed to see Professor Odinson standing stock still by the door, shock evident on his face and eyes wide as he stares at both you and the man between your thighs.

“Daddy—stop,” You mumble and try to push Vision’s head away but he only swats your hand, your breath suddenly hitching as he pushes his fingers deeper into you, your body shivering uncontrollably when he pokes against the sensitive spot within.

Vision pulls his mouth away from your cunt and pushes himself to stand from where he’s seated, eyebrows knitted in obvious annoyance from your interruption.

“Kitten, don’t interrupt daddy when he’s eating—” His voice dies down when he finally notices the unexpected visitor, his lips slanting when Professor Odinson closes the door behind him. “What the fuck are you doing here, Loki?”

“Maybe you should lock your door next time.” Professor Odinson teases, a smirk painting his lips and you move to cover your face with your hands, struggling to get off the desk but Vision keeps his fingers buried in you, and his hand presses onto your abdomen, pinning you back down on the surface.

“You could have just left when you saw us busy.” Vision groans and your hand reaches down to grab his wrist, pulling his attention back to you.

“Daddy, please—” You frown up at him and you hear him sigh, a whine leaving your lips when pulls his fingers out of your cunt and helps you sit up from his desk but keeping an arm around you, having you stay in place.

“What do you want?” Vision asks the other professor and you move to hide your face against his shoulder, eyes closing as you couldn’t believe that you find yourself once more in an awkward encounter with your literature professor.

“Hmm, it can wait.” You hear Professor Odinson say and you dare to peek up at Vision when you hear the door open and then close.

There’s a frown on Vision’s lips and by extension, on yours and you move to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, pressing your face against the crook of his neck. You feel scared that someone knows about your relationship with the professor, but even more so that Vision’s job might be on the line if Professor Odinson decides to speak.

You feel Vision’s arms wrap around your waist and you press yourself closer to him.

“I’m scared.” You mumble against his neck, tears threatening to spill from your eyes and you pout when Vision pulls away, his hand cupping your cheek when he faces you, eyes full of question so you continue. “What if he tells someone? I—I don’t want you to lose your job.”

“I won’t, kitten.” He whispers and you close your eyes briefly when he pecks your lips. “I’ve known Loki all my life. He won’t talk.” He nods and you lean against his touch when he rubs his thumb against your cheek. “But we’ll just have to be more careful from now on okay?”

“Okay.” You agree, another pout forming on your lips as your fingers fiddle with his shirt.

“What’s running through that pretty head of yours?” He asks.

You don’t know why you suddenly feel shy, pushing your face back to his chest before letting out a deep breath. “We didn’t finish.” Your cheeks flare up when you answer him.

“Hmm you’re right.” He hums and you look up at him when he pushes you away from his chest, your eyes blinking rapidly when he slips two of his fingers, the ones he had buried in you moments ago, into your mouth. Your lips suck on the digits instantly, tasting the residue of your essence from it. “It only means we get to start again.” He smirks, pulling his fingers free from your lips before tipping your chin up and capturing your lips with his.

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