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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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need someone older.

(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)

summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.

c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal

being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.

thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.

when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.

you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.

"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.

"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.

"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.

his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.

and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.

"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.

"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"

"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.

"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.

"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.

"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.

"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.

"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.

"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.

"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."

"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.

"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.

you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"

he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.

"keep it." he said once you took the ring

"but- s-sir, i-"

"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.

he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.

"i hope you know what that means."

"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.

"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."

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crystalflygeo · 11 months

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Sinful voice pt.2 ft “Morax”/Prof!Zhongli + fem!reader (modern AU)

cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, oral and fingering implied but like it's just fantasizing?? petnames (sweetheart, babygirl, dear) Reader is DOWN BAD LMAO and suffers second hand embarrasment.

notes: EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU @localplaguenurse!!They gave me a F A N T A S T I C idea that just inspired me to continue this wip and ended up not even being featured here yet but HEY... future p3!! //winkwink. That said I did NOT expect how much this would blow up and how ppl loved it and wanted more, y'all gonna make me giddy and/or cry pls (consider checking some of my other stuff too mayhaps? <3) Anyway I REALLY hope this delivers bc boi am I afraid of not meeting expectations vcgvhjbnjnmklal

Weeks had passed since your ‘big discovery’ and you still weren’t quite sure what to do with this information.

At first you chalked it up to just your imagination because… there was no way, right? Your new professor could just have a… similar voice… yeah… that was it.

Except the more you listened to his long-winded explanations the more you picked up certain words and intonations here and there and you knew you were just fooling yourself.

A lot had happened in these last few weeks, from organizing your new living space, to meeting your roommates, to grocery shopping, classes, and you had even considered the idea of maybe getting a part time job somewhere close by. There were plenty of small shops and places around the college campus neighborhood that not only offered valuable services to poor college students but also the opportunity to make a bit of money to help them out.

It had all been rather exhausting and stressing, exams, essays and projects were already starting too…

Lying back in bed you sigh and roll over, feeling the familiar faint throb of desire pooling between your legs, one you’d never really managed to sate with a person so much as with fantasies. But tonight, as you lay awake in bed aching for your usual touch, you feel conflicted.

Ever since that very first day you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up Morax’s website again. Hell, a new month had rolled over and you’d dutifully paid the subscription along with your other usual bills.

Part of you was itching for it, curious, frustrated.

And very very horny.

Thing is, your fantasies had often featured a faceless man, strong, imposing and dominating, taking you like a blushing maiden and making you beg for the pleasure he’d give, allowing him to do anything he wanted with your heated body. Now that man had a face… your history professor Mr. Zhongli.

You used to get off to imaginings of Morax tying you up and having his way with you, teasing you, fucking you into the mattress and making you cum over and over. Now it was Mr. Zhongli. Polite and courteous Mr. Zhongli with his refined gestures and well-mannered demeanor.

You wanted to cum, to reach that high and come undone and let out all the pent-up stress and frustration until you melted into a puddle and didn’t have to think about classes or money or life anymore, but the second your fingers began to rub at your clit, Mr. Zhongli’s voice would hit you with that even tone he used when scolding someone for gossiping during his lecture.

“Disgraceful behavior…”

A hot flash of shame burned at your face but for whatever reason it just turned you on more. You wanted to get fucked so bad you felt like you were going insane. You wanted that man to pin you up against a wall and thrust inside you until you turned into an incoherent moaning mess. You wanted to get bent over at his desk and filled up with cum until you were left gaping and oozing and told what a good girl you are. You wanted to get fucked on your hands and knees squirming and crying from overstimulation.

Lying in bed, you squeezed a pillow against your face and screamed.

You wanted to fuck your handsome history professor Mr. Zhongli.

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It’s barely first period and you couldn’t concentrate.

You were sleepy, hungry and overall, in a bad mood. Standing in line at the cafeteria for a much-needed morning coffee and some snack you yawn and browse around your phone. Math. Gods you hated math.

At least you didn’t have history today. That was a whole other can of worms.

You figured you’d eventually have to get over it but it was just… so bizarre. Mr. Zhongli was quite the popular teacher, you’d learned. Extremely knowledgeable in various topics, a strict but kind and just teacher and good looking on top of all.

No wonder the upperclassmen flocked around him, probably half the campus lowkey had a crush on him, male and female students alike. It was genuinely a miracle he was not married or even had a significant other apparently.

And he was also Morax. Sensual dominating Morax who would just not leave your head-

“Good morning, how may I help you?” The cashier called out cheerfully and you pulled out of your thoughts.

“Morn-”

“Good morning.”

You gasp so sharply you almost launch into a coughing fit; your eyes widen and whole body tenses and oh shit-

Somehow you manage to trip and fall in the clumsiest, stupidest way possible.

“Woah-!”

“Miss?!”

Except you don’t actually fall, but someone manages to hold you, a hand grabbing your arm and the other pressed against your back steadying you as your poor brain goes into overdrive.

That voice!

It’s him!

Too close!

What is he doing here?!

Way too close!!

The seconds it takes for you to react feel like ages as you stare up at Mr. Zhongli like a deer caught in the headlights.

His hands are warm…

His cologne smells soooo good.

His eyes are gorgeous!

He’s so hot!!

“Are you alright Miss l/n?”

“I’M FINE! I-I’m fine!” You yelp, way louder than intended (or normal) and quickly scoot back to put some distance between yourself and the handsome professor. He picks up his dropped bag and dusts it a little, as well as his clothes, still pristine as ever. “I… think I got a little dizzy s-sorry I haven’t eaten yet and… yeah…” You chuckle nervously.

You see him frown slightly. “Going without food for long periods of time can be quite dangerous.” He states, obviously concerned. “Maybe you should head to the infirmary see Dr Baizhu, you look quite pale and the dizziness could be a symptom of low blood pressure. Do you have anything sugary to eat or drink?”

“I w-was about to buy something…”

“It might be best for you to sit down for the moment.” He nods, resolute. “Allow me.”

…And that’s how you end up sitting at one of the nearby small tables with a little glazed donut and a bottle of water, courtesy of your dear history professor.

You stare at the little treat in your hands, half eaten already as he insisted, at least your hands stopped shaking and some color returned to your face. Mr. Zhongli seemed content enough, sitting across from you.

“T-Thank you.” You mumble, refusing to meet his gaze. “How much was it? I’ll pay you back I have som-”

He sees you rummaging through you bag and raises a hand. “None of that, you needed it. I’m glad to see you’re looking a little better, please take care of yourself, health is very important.”

“Um, ok.”

Then he smiles, and it’s gentle, soft. “You’re Miss l/n, right? One of the new students from my history class?”

Huh?

“You didn’t do very well on the essay assignment…”

Ack. You sigh and take another bite of the small donut. “History is just… not my strong suit. Too many dates and names to remember.”

He chuckles and oh God who gave him the right to make that sound? Your skin tingles.

“Fair enough. I know my classes can be a little daunting, I’m very particular about certain topics and tend to ramble sometimes. But I can tell you really put effort into classes and pay attention to my lectures.” He looks pensive for a moment. “Let me propose something. I usually impart some private tutoring sessions to students on more advanced levels, but I could make an exception for you. If you have time available it could help lift your grades.”

You stare up at him in surprise, grateful to not have a mouthful of donut or you would have probably choked again like an idiot. Did you hear that right? A private tutoring session after hours at his office?!

Now that sounded like a title for one of Morax’s audios: Hot professor bangs his stu-NOPE.

“I-I’ll think about it! Sure.”

He nods and gets up, sparing a glance at his watch. “I have to leave now, please do consider it. And do try to eat at more regular intervals and take better care of yourself, you look quite tired.”

A polite way of saying you had marked eyebags, yep.

“I’ll try.” You mumble. Suddenly a little sad to see him go. “Professor… thank you.”

There’s that smile again, you could melt. “You’re welcome, my dear.”

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And yet that night, you’re once again rolling in bed unable to sleep.

My dear.

You couldn’t stop thinking on the whole incident, you’d certainly made a fool of yourself but the memory of his strong arms holding you, touch firm but gentle. The scent of his cologne that you wish had clung more on your clothes.

You really were down bad, this is ridiculous…

You bite your lip.

You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t.

Oh but you will, just one wouldn’t hurt.

Quite the opposite actually…

Unable to contain yourself (or your horniness) you take no time to pop in your earbuds and start scrolling. Hmm… there had been a couple new additions in these last weeks.

You can’t help but wonder why he does these. When. How. You never really considered or thought on it before, Morax has quite a lot of patrons (not a surprise) and thought you know nothing about sound and video recording or editing technically he’s making money just by using that honeyed velvet voice of his. That had to bring in some cash, right?

But then again, if you knew anything about these types of subscriptions it was that they required constancy and that meant hard work and dedication. Did he enjoy these? He really puts in the effort given the amazing quality…

You can’t help but picture your handsome professor unwinding a little after a long day, casual clothes, a cup of that tea he loves and setting up to record those dirty words and sinful moans.

Did he sometimes get worked up about these too? Did he also touch himself during or after recording a particular scenario? Sitting back slightly sprawled on the chair, brow slightly furrowed, stroking his co-

Aaahhhh you needed to stop thinking on him.

…

Yeah right.

“Daddy eats you out and prepares you for his big cock.”

Well, this looks promising.

The audio starts like many others, with some dialogue from him and setting the scene and oh… you had kind of missed the playful teasing tilt of Morax’s voice. You can’t help but chuckle lightly, this scene is so domestic. He calls you “sweetheart”, “babygirl” and there are the kissy noises.

You wish you could kiss him…

“Hmmm… daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready. Spread your legs for me.” Oh, you certainly do. “Daddy’s gonna get down here between them.”

You rub at your tights slowly, sensual, remembering his larger hands.

“Oh your little pussy is already so wet and swollen.” Morax coos, voice soft and airy. “You think it’s already ready I know.” He chuckles. “But you know daddy’s cock is big, yeah, your little pussy’s gonna need to stretch a little bit hm?” A kiss.

You whine.

“Shhh daddy’s gonna make you feel so good sweetheart.”

Lewd wet noises invade your ears and you waste no time starting to stroke yourself, slow and tender. He groans and sighs and you whimper, hips jolting from the bed.

Gods how was he so…

“Yeah… nice and gentle hmm, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

His words were a complete 180 from the long lectures about politics and wars, and yet, his voice…

“D-Daddy…” You sigh. “Please!”

“Oh I love how sensitive your little clit is… you like that babygirl?”

You rub and stroke at the little bundle of nerves and see stars already.

You were so pent up, so needy. Your orgasm was already building too quickly, mewling and whining at his words, his noises, trying to match the pace and follow his instructions.

“That’s a good girl.”

“F-Fuck-”

Your eyebrows furrow, your body trembles and you bit your lip to contain your noises. Morax warns you when he adds a finger, and after a few seconds another, chuckling low at how you clench, praising you, coaxing out your pleasure.

You can only picture him at the end of the bed, licking and sucking obscenely at your juices, pumping those slender fingers in and out, in and out…

That tantalizing voice teasing you, your fingers knotting that dark brown hair tipped amber, golden eyes staring up at you half-lidded but feral and fascinated. Focusing on you. Only you.

“A-Ah! Mhmm…”

“Now I want you to cum babygirl come on, in five… four…”

You stroke and pump faster, frantic, lost in that rapidly approaching high.

“Three… two…”

You cry out, a spark cursing through your veins.

“One… hmmm that’s it my dear.”

“Z-Zhongli…!”

He ushers you out of your release with soft words before saying something else, but your mind is floating and hazy. Your take off the earbuds and place them away catching your breath for a moment, arm draped over your face, the audio still has a long way to go but you’re drowsy and sleepy so you decide to call it a night.

It is only a little later, once you’re done with a quick cleaning and putting everything away, curled up under the covers and dozing off that you realize…

Shit.

You’d called not for Morax but Zhongli.

#genshin smut #zhongli smut #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #crys writes #fem reader #professor zhongli #man I really hope this doesn't feel rushed or forced vghbjnk pls I tried my best OTL I know the scene jumps are jarring but #fun fact 1 when I was in uni there was this one beautiful amazing french teacher that half the campus had a crush on #literally everyone loved her she was amazing she was not my bi awakening but boi she CEMENTED it #and it's funny bc literally like ??? girls and boys crushing HARD on her and she was bi and SINGLE and so kind and cool and around our age #anyway that's zhongli 1000%#fun fact 2 I once almost fainted at uni bc I had. in fact. not eaten breakfast or dinner the night before #and my blood pressure just dropped also bc the heat didn't help so rip I got better with a coca cola tho

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oldmanl0ver · 11 months

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#male teacher crush #teacher attachment #teacher crush #teacher crush community #tc confessions #tc crush #tcc feelings #teacher #tc community #old men #male tc #tcc love #male teacher x female student #teacher crush imagine #teacher x student #teacher confessions

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lady-0f-sorrows · 1 year

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Could be us but he's married 😔

#male teacher crush #tc community #teacher crush imagine #tc blog #male tc #tc confessions #teacher crush #teacher attachment #tc struggles

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burningwithdesire · 5 months

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andreafmn · 7 months

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Kinktober ⛓ Day 2

Word Count: 3.2K Paring: Severus Snape x Professor!Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Roleplay WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), vaginal fingering. spanking, student-teacher roleplay

Summary: (Y/N) reminisces about her times as a student in Hogwarts and wants nothing more than to fulfill one of the fantasies she'd had while within those walls.

A/N: again, sorry not sorry about my Kinktober works 🤭🤭

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It was weird to walk amongst the walls of Hogwarts as a teacher rather than a student when, only a few years back, that’s precisely what (Y/N) had been. She had been just like the overeager students she now taught, trying her best to get through the day without imploding from the throes of being a teenager.

But gone were the days that she had to worry about handing in her History of Magic papers on time or failing Divination. Now, the only thing she had to concern herself with was her students’ grades and staying in the good graces of her fellow colleagues who had once taught her—especially the grumpy Potions professor.

“Oh, good evening, Professor,” a startled Hufflepuff student called out. “I was just…”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Ainsworth. Just hurry back to your dorm,” (Y/N) smiled at the scared girl. “I won’t fault you for something I used to do.”

“Wow, really? You won’t take off points?”

“Of course not,” she smiled. “But run along now, dear. I can’t promise anyone else will be as lenient.”

After a playful wink from the older woman, the girl ran off, careful not to be caught by anyone else in the dungeons. It brought a chuckle out of (Y/N), thinking of all the times she had been seen in that very situation, and had cost her house many points. If she’d had a teacher like her, maybe she could have spared herself many nights in detention. However, she barely regretted most.

She walked through the dungeon halls with a purpose, trailing to the place most students dreaded to be in. If she’d had any sense, she would have dreaded it too. Instead, it was the place she wished she got to spend more time in.

“Knock, knock,” (Y/N) called out as she opened the creaky door to the classroom.

“You don’t have to knock if you’re already inside,” the man inside grumbled as he looked up from the papers he was grading. “And you definitely do not have to say the words: knock, knock.”

“Well, Severus, since you can’t punish me by taking house points anymore, I don’t feel any threat from your words,” she teased as she walked toward the front of the classroom, her steps echoing in the emptiness. “I’m not a student anymore, so you don’t terrify me.”

“It’s good to hear that I don’t terrify my girlfriend,” Severus chuckled, finally standing from his chair and rounding his desk to meet her. “And you know there are other ways I could punish you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, darling,” (Y/N) laughed. “It might remind me of all the daydreaming I did in your class back then.”

“Oh, how could I ever forget those impure thoughts of yours, love? They got quite distracting at the end of term. It seemed you couldn’t keep your head on straight.”

A breath got hitched in (Y/N)’s throat, making her swallow a lump. “You knew about that?” she asked in surprise. “And you never said anything?”

“It seems you forget about my legilimency skill, love,” he grinned, brushing a piece of hair from her face. “And it’s not like you did anything to keep those thoughts to yourself. It was practically the only thing running through your head when you should have been paying attention in class.”

“You read my mind while I was in class? Out of all the students there, you read my mind?” (Y/N) teased, a mischievous grin on her face. She could only chuckle as her words brought a red hue to Severus’ cheeks, flushing at the admission. “Well, professor, could it be that you were just as interested in me as I was in you? Is that why you agreed to go out with me last year after I bumped into you at the Three Broomsticks?”

“I need not lie, my darling. But you were still a child back then. I should not have been thinking that way.”

“I was already eighteen years old, darling. You could have done something about it.”

“I was still your professor, (Y/N).”

“And thank Merlin, you’re not anymore,” she grinned. “It could get us into a lot of trouble if I had done something like this.”

The woman stood on her tiptoes, her hands pressed against Severus’ clothed chest for support, to kiss the man firmly on his lips. He placed his hands on either side of her face in response, deepening the kiss to savor her mouth. “You know,” (Y/N) continued, her fingers walking across his chest. “I still have my uniform tucked safely away in my dormitory.”

“What are you suggesting, love?”

“Well, it’s a rather quiet night,” she grinned. “And I know a certain wizard that could make sure that door remains shut and no one can listen in.”

“You’re a cheeky one, aren’t you, (Y/N)?” Severus said with an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Trying to get me in trouble?”

“There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults in a relationship to be together.”

“What if someone did catch us?”

“Then, you’re not as good a wizard as you claim to be, darling.”

“Oh, you’ll certainly be punished for that, love,” he laughed darkly. “Now, why don’t you go ahead and get changed while I enchant this place?”

With a devilish grin, (Y/N) sauntered over to his office, where she accioed the perfectly folded uniform she had left sitting on her bed. It felt rather strange to be dressing in those clothes once more. The skirt fit a bit too snug, the shirt felt a bit too small, and the tie felt just too constricting. But all of that discomfort died when she remembered why she was wearing the pieces in the first place. The thought was enough to send a shiver down her spine and cause warm wetness to pool between her legs in anticipation. Everything she had dreamed of in her last year at Hogwarts was about to come true.

She walked out of Severus’ office with her house cloak draped across her back, quick to find the seat she had done all her daydreaming in –first row, far left corner, directly in front of his desk. He was already sitting back at his desk, pretending he was still grading papers –or maybe he still was– and acting as though (Y/N) had just walked into his classroom.

“You’re late for your detention, Ms. (Y/L/N). Ten points from (Y/H).”

“But, professor!” she whined, her mind reverting to the times that very situation had occurred. “It’s not my fault that I was late.”

“I do not care for excuses, (Y/L/N). You were supposed to be here right after dinnertime. It is well past curfew hour. I think I’m being rather reasonable by only taking ten points.”

“That’s not fair!”

“I could take more if you think that would be fair. I’m sure your fellow housemates will be thrilled to hear that you cost them points for complaining.”

“You can’t do that, professor. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Is that why you’re in detention with me, then? Because you haven’t done anything wrong?”

“That’s right,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You gave me a detention for absolutely no reason.”

The chuckle that left Severus’ throat sent chills across her veins, making her cross her legs tightly in a futile attempt at friction. “I don’t think messing up your potion because you were in your head the entire class is no reason,” Snape grumbled. “You cost your partner their grade and made a mess of my classroom.”

(Y/N) wanted to laugh as he recounted something that had occurred many years before. The very day that had gifted her with her first detention with Severus Snape. Instead, she said, “I wasn’t in my head. I simply read the instructions wrong.”

“A brilliant witch like yourself would never be careless enough,” he countered. “And I have ways to prove that you were daydreaming, Ms. (Y/L/N). So, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Whichever you decide, the punishment has already been chosen.”

“Then, it’s not much of a choice, is it?”

“I’m giving you a chance to admit your wrongdoings rather than taking the truth from you,” he offered. “And, might I suggest the path of least resistance?”

The woman pretended to think for a moment. It was what she would have done at that moment. She would have weighed her options and convinced herself that telling the truth would at least lessen her punishment. “Alright then,” she said. “I admit that I was daydreaming in your class, which led to my potion exploding.”

“And?”

“And what? That’s all that happened.”

“But you haven’t said what it was that you were thinking of, (Y/L/N),” he said as he stood from his desk. “And, in my opinion, that’s what caused this whole fiasco.”

“I-I can’t say that, sir,” she stammered as a deep-red hue painted her face. “It’s not pertinent to the situation. I admitted to my fault. Just give me my punishment.”

“That is part of your punishment, (Y/N),” Severus countered, his voice dropping. “So, what was it?”

“I won’t say it, sir.”

“It seems you’re under the impression that this is a request,” he chuckled darkly. “Come here, (Y/N).”

“W-what?”

“I said: Come. Here,” the older man answered sternly. “And I don’t like repeating myself.”

(Y/N) scrambled to her feet and hurried up the three steps to stand before him on the other side of his desk. He towered over her, and she couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated. Severus looked her over, inspecting the uniform he had seen her wear many times before, only this time he was allowed to take it off her. Much more, she wanted him to take it off her.

Severus had never deluded himself. Even if it always seemed like he held all the power because of his age and his character, it was (Y/N) who had complete control over him. It had been a startling surprise when he had decided to break into her thoughts and find out what had made one of his star pupils so distracted, and he saw some compromising situations staring him, but it had been a bigger one when years later, she agreed to go out with him when they ran into each other. Truthfully, he couldn’t believe that a woman like herself would ever want to be with someone like himself –a man people ran from, not toward.

“Tell me, (Y/L/N),” he growled. “What were you thinking of? And don’t lie to me.”

“I, uh, was thinking about some rather indecent activities,” (Y/N) stammered, her chest heaving in nervousness as Severus took her tie in his hands. “Indecent activities with some I shouldn’t have been thinking of.”

“And who was that, dear (Y/L/N)? Who was the protagonist of these salacious thoughts?” i

“I can’t say that. Anything but that.”

Severus pulled her closer by the tie, wrapping his hand around the piece of fabric. “I thought I told you I didn’t like to repeat myself, Ms. (Y/L/N),” he said. “Now. Who was it?”

“It was you, professor,” she answered sheepishly. “I was thinking of you.”

“How hard was that? Telling the truth shouldn’t be such a drawn-out ordeal,” he chuckled. “As for your punishment, (Y/N), I think you’ll find it rather… fulfilling.”

“Isn’t you knowing what I was thinking of you punishment enough?” (Y/N) whined. “Why can’t I just go back to my room?”

“Because I don’t think it’s enough, dear (Y/N). You made a mess of my classroom this morning, and you disrespected my time by showing up late to your detention. Those things cannot go unpunished.”

“But, sir…”

“No buts, (Y/N),” Severus interrupted. “You will receive your punishment, you will do as you’re told, and you will not complain. Am I understood?”

“But…”

“I said, am I understood?!”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, professor.”

“Alright then,” he grinned. “Bend down across the desk.”

“W-wha…”

“What did I say?”

“Sorry, professor,” she quickly apologized. “I just find that to be a rather peculiar request, sir. I don’t know how that could be a punishment.”

“Do not question me, you insolent witch.”

“Sorry, professor,” she mumbled as she did as told. The wood felt cold through her clothes, and it helped to calm the warmth that rushed through her veins.

“Good,” he acclaimed. “Now pull up your skirt, (Y/N).”

“Sir?”

“I said no questions, (Y/L/N). Didn’t I?”

“Yes, professor,” she said. Her hands reached to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up and revealing the black lace underwear she would always wear in her student days. “I just don’t understand how this would help.”

“I do not need to explain my methods, Ms. (Y/L/N). You’re the student here.”

From behind her, (Y/N) could hear movement, but she did not know what was happening. Until she heard the familiar sound of a belt buckle. She knew exactly what was coming, and she could not wait. Her knees pressed together as she searched for any kind of touch. Not that it was enough.

“You see, dear (Y/N), I just think you need a punishment that you will remember. Something that you’ll still feel the next day.”

“Professor?”

“I want you to count out loud after every single one.”

“Every wha…?”

Her words died in her throat as she felt the sting of leather bite the skin of her ass, the sound of the spank reverberating against the stone walls. “I said you had to count,” Severus reminded her, running his hand over where he just hit. “And this is the last time I repeat myself, (Y/N).”

“Yes, professor,” she croaked. “That was one.”

“Good girl,” he cooed.

Severus was relentless once he got started. He switched between his belt and his hand, squeezing her skin after every hit and admiring the way her skin turned red. But what made his erection press on the seam of his pants was the sound of (Y/N)’s strangled voice counting every touch.

He could see how it was affecting her, and he reveled in it. Her knees started buckling after every hit and her panties darkened the longer they went on. At that point, she would cum just from the spanking.

“Thirty-five,” (Y/N) cried at the sting, swallowing down the moans that threatened to escape. She felt like her skin was on fire, tingling after every single spank. “How much longer, professor?”

“Well, I suppose that thirty-five is enough for you to have learned your lesson,” he tutted. Behind her, the woman felt him bend down, his face close enough to her behind that she could feel his breathing against her sore skin. “And, look at that you’re unbelievably drenched, Ms. (Y/L/N). Could it be that you have enjoyed your punishment?”

“No… I, uh…”

“If you’ve enjoyed it this much,” he said, swiping his fingers across her covered slit, making her body shudder. “Then I don’t think you’ve truly learned your lesson. This was meant to discipline you, not turn you on.”

“I can’t help it, professor.”

“I should hope you have more control over your body than this, (Y/N),” he scoffed. “But it seems you still require more correction.”

Before she could answer, she felt Severus stand and press his hand on her aching clit. The lace fabric felt rough against her, but the friction was just what she had been yearning for. He circled the bud, pressing against her at a punishingly slow pace. “You’re not to cum until I give you permission, Ms. (Y/L/N),” he whispered against her ear as he draped over her. “Am I understood?”

“Y-yes, professor,” she moaned. “I understand.”

(Y/N)’s hands grasped at the edge of the wooden desk, digging her nails into the table as she tried to prolong the finish she wanted to reach. Severus was unrelenting, changing his speed, bringing her as close to the edge as possible before altering the pace once more. It was a punishment like no other.

Suddenly, she felt her underwear being moved aside as he moved his hand through the front of her body, allowing two of his fingers to breach her as his thumb continued the attack on her clit.

“I can’t hold on for much longer, professor,” (Y/N) cried. Her breathing was staggered, and her eyes had fallen shut. “Please.”

“Please, what, (Y/L/N)? What is it that you want? Beg for it.”

“Merlin, please! Just let me cum, professor. I need to cum!” she exclaimed as her grip on the desk tightened. “I promise I’ve learned my lesson, professor. I won’t get distracted in class again!”

“Maybe you should, dear (Y/N). Especially if it leads to having you in such a compromising position,” he chuckled. “But I guess you deserve to cum. So, go ahead, dear. Let go.”

With a mewling cry, (Y/N) came around Severus’ pumping fingers, meeting their pace with her hips as she rode out her orgasm on his hand. His free hand snaked around her neck, straightening her back against him and twisting her head to kiss her roughly, his fingers still buried inside her.

“Good girl,” he mumbled against her lips before pulling her lip with his teeth. “You did so well, my love. Truly made me forget that this was all make-believe.”

“Well, it wasn’t all pretend, darling,” (Y/N) chuckled. “You already know that this very scenario ran through my head during your classes and your detentions, hoping that you weren’t a good man and would act on my wishes. But it seems I had to wait a few years to get you into bed.”

“You were barely of age, darling,” he chuckled softly, brushing a piece of damp hair behind her ear. “And I was still your professor. If anyone had found out, my career would have been over, and you would have most likely been expelled.”

“Oh, but what fun it would have been, darling,” (Y/N) grinned as she pushed him onto his chair, straddling his lap. Her smile grew as she felt his erection through his pants, smirking as she knew she would leave a wet spot on the fabric. “Could you imagine?” she continued, moving her hips softly against his length. “If another professor waltzed into your classroom and caught us this way, or even a student. It would have been an absolutely thrilling disaster. But I wouldn’t have stopped. Merlin knows I wouldn’t have. I would have made sure we both came.”

“What are you doing, love?” Severus said with a strangled voice. “The charms have already fallen. I never meant for them to stay up too long.”

“I told you, darling. I would have made sure we both came,” she said against his ear, nibbling on the soft skin. “And that’s exactly what I will do now.”

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chiharuhashibira · 8 months

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Hello again a thank you for doing the sanemi x abused reader it was soooo goooodddd !!! But can you like make a modern au of teacher sanemi x teacher reader plss???😳thank youuu🤗🤗

Hello again @skeleton-the-gangser! Of course! I would love too!

I want to insert here some plot inside my head and I think a Modern AU of Teacher Sanemi X Teacher Reader would do well on it. XD

But perhaps~ you'll see another character OwO And I hope it would be good for y'all~ UwU

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

"Y/N-sensei, is it true that you're still not married by now?"

For the millionth time, you've sighed, releasing all of the pent-up irritation that these incessant questions have brought. The gathering was supposed to be a get-together with your old class, but instead, you found yourself in the hot seat.

It's clear that your students from two years ago were just curious about what happened to you. But it really irritated you that they quickly shifted the conversation from their newfound jobs or their college lives, to your nonexistent love life.

"For the tenth time today, yes. I'm not married. I'm still single at 25. For God's sake. Let's just stop talking about me. Let's just chat about how successful you guys have been."

Laughter echoed in the restaurant, but no sound came out of your lips. You just felt like you wanted to head home. You never thought it, but this reunion had become draining. It felt like all your strength had seeped out of your body as you dodged all their invading questions.

Looking around for help from your crazy group of students, your eyes landed on your co-teacher, who was watching how flustered you were all along. You widened your eyes at him, signalling him to come and get you from there.

It seems like Sanemi took that hint, and with a smirk on his lips, he stood up from his seat and went towards you. Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt in the process.

You gulped when you saw the muscles on his arm, wishing that the man would never notice how you looked at him. Sanemi has always been fit, and there are times that you can't take your eyes off him.

An arm suddenly snaked around your shoulder, pulling you closer. With a creased eyebrow, you turned to look up at Sanemi, who's definitely taller than you. "Ey, ey! I can see how you've been pestering your Y/N-sensei. So I'll be taking her away from you."

Students often flinch at the sound of Sanemi's voice since he has always been the sternest teacher of you all. Often times, you would feel like hitting his head because of his attitude, but now you're very thankful for it.

Sanemi really did take you away from your old seat, despite the grunts that came from your curious students. For some reason, heat seems to build up in your cheeks as you realise that his arms are still wrapped around you. Sanemi's body radiated more warmth than you could ever imagine, as he acted so cold around some people sometimes.

He finally let you go once you were at his table. A small chuckle escaped from his lips as his purple eyes watched you settle down. "Why are you laughing, Shinazugawa-san?" You asked, rolling your eyes in annoyance and fluster.

You looked aside before being drawn into his intimidating stare, and he didn't even answer. "You know, if you'll tease me too—"

"I'm just curious too, Y/N-chan. Why are you still single?"

The audacity to ask that! Incredulous by what he had just said, you stared at him with wide eyes and cocked an eyebrow. You never expected that a man as stern as him would be interested in gossip.

Even though you were trying to keep your cool, all you could think about was punching the smirk right off his face. Maybe it's just the booze talking.

"Why on earth would you care?"

"Perhaps because I can change that?"

You seemed momentarily stunned. Did you catch every word he said? Is he actually so tipsy? After hearing what Sanemi had to say, your mouth nearly hit the floor in shock.

Is that a fucking confession?

There was a brief period of silence. You did nothing except stare at him in bewilderment, like a young child with no idea what was going on in the world.

Perhaps Sanemi couldn't stand that; he pulled you outside, making sure that none of your former students or co-teachers were looking.

No protest came from your lips, even as Sanemi had already carried your bag on his left shoulder, holding you by your right hand. All that matters in your head right now is figuring out what he just said.

One...

Two...

Three...

"What in the actual fuck are you doing, Shinazugawa-san?"

These words suddenly came out of your mouth as you realised that you were being dragged away from the gathering by your co-teacher, who seemed to be too drunk.

Yes, you will admit that you enjoyed the sensation of his calloused hand against your small fingers, wondering how his palm became like this in the first place.

"Oh, mind your language, Y/N-chan!" Sanemi teased, making you pull away from his hold. For real, what's on with him tonight? Curiousness and fluster mixed up within you, making you feel a boiling sensation in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and tried to steal your bag from him, but as he was taller and quicker than you, he just moved an inch, and all your efforts were wasted.

You groaned loudly, making some people look at the both of you. Realising that you both were in public, Sanemi raised an eyebrow at some bystanders and spoke with a cold tone.

"What's the matter with you? Enjoying the show? Go fuck off."

No one would ever think that this foul-mouthed man is a teacher with how he acts sometimes. You shot him a glance, mortified at what he had done, but it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

He looked back at you and sent you that smirk once again, which annoyed the hell out of you. "Shinazugawa-san, you're fucking drunk. Stop this." You're almost crying from too much frustration over his teasing.

And perhaps he had seen the tears that were welling in your eyes when Sanemi suddenly gulped and gave you back your bag. "Eh, I was just teasing. No need to cry, Y/N-chan." He said it as if both of you were children playing at the playground.

"Whatever!" You said, snatching the bag away from his hand.

You no longer felt like continuing on with the reunion and instead wanted to return home. You then turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, completely befuddling Sanemi. He chased after you, mumbling your name.

His mint perfume came to your senses, bringing back some memories. Whenever both of you are at school, you can always tell he's around because of his distinctive minty, masculine aroma. Sanemi loves to ask how you have been. Often times, he would help you carry books or even walk you to the bus station.

He isn't like that with the other people; it's as if he has a facade when it comes to them.

Or perhaps it's the other way around. You're the one who's seeing his facade.

"Hey, I was just joking earlier." He said it now, with a hushed tone, making you stop walking. As if he had lost his senses, Sanemi bumped into you, accidentally hitting his lip on the top of your head. A yelp came out of your lips as you turned to look at him and saw that there was blood on his lower lip.

"Shinazugawa-san! You should be careful!" You said that all of the annoyance faded as you took your handkerchief and wiped the blood from his lower lip.

It would be an understatement to say that you don't feel anything. As you wiped the blood from his lip, you couldn't help but witness how long his eyelashes were and how the little hair from his bangs moved with the littlest of his movements.

Gulping at the sight, you finally looked away and were about to step a bit further, but Sanemi caught your arm and pulled you close.

"But I'm definitely serious about one thing that I've told you tonight. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N-chan."

What he had said surprised you. At first, you will think that he is drunk, but you will realise that there is no hint of alcohol in his breath. So, he's definitely sober, and he's clearly confessing to you.

You gulped and didn't answer him for a while. You stared at him once again and saw how serious he is by the look of his face and the glitter of his eyes. His lips, his plumpy lips... You suddenly had the urge to feel them and check how they would taste.

But then, you stopped yourself and these crazy thoughts... for a while...

"Shinazugawa-san, uh... Let's get your wound cleaned first. Then we'll talk about this again..."

A smile crept up his lips—not that signature smirk that he always wears. You didn't smile back, but you're sure that you're blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Where do we go then?" He asked while taking the opportunity to gently squeeze your hand. You took a deep breath and glanced at your hands, which were intertwined.

"Up to you..." You said it in a small tone, feeling a lump on your throat as Sanemi's fingers caressed your hands slowly. When you returned his gaze, his earnest grin changed into a childlike smile, and a flush appeared on his cheek.

"I know the perfect place. Come with me."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆!

𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉, 𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉!!! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘!

So, surprise! This story will be chaptered, and it'll be my first chaptered fic since 2014/2015 I think? HAHA!

Thank you once again @skeleton-the-gangser for the prompt >///< I will definitely tag you to the next chapters~ I hope you like the first one tho!

Feel free to comment or reblog~

✌𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷✌

Feel free to request any content~ Would really love those UwU

Thank you for reading this fic! 🌸

Love yah all!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

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countingdots-tc · 3 months

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TEACHER/STUDENT BOOK RECS

*if you want me to add a forbidden romance list, let me know*

𓃠 This is a list with links to books that have teacher/student, age gap, and experienced/less experienced themes that I have read! These are in order from most recommended to least recommended based on my opinion.

𓃠 This will be updated as I read more! Think something should be added to the list, then let me know!

𓃠 To find the Age Gap/TeacherxStudent Movie list, click on the link on my pinned post!

⭐️= highly recommend/changed my life

😇= no smut

🌶️=contains smut

💦=read to really get your rocks off

highlighted=warning

PROFESSOR/COACH BOOK LIST

The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent-⭐️😇

ProfessorxStudent & mental health themes

Cute little poet embarrassingly falls for her grumpy professor. Beautiful slow burn and perfectly describes what it feels like to want someone and not feel enough for them. She is such a realistic female lead and reminds me a lot of y’all 😂. This is THE teacher crush community book. If you don’t read anything read this!!

The Professor by Invi Wright-⭐️🌶️

ProfessorxStudent

Cute romance by young, new, and self published author. Very relatable female lead. If you enjoyed The Unrequited, you will like this book for all of the same reasons. Quick and easy read, only 240. She isn’t perfect, she clumsy, and I wouldn’t even say she’s socially awkward, she just a normal college student in her early 20s. She’s a fun narrator. This author has a lot of potential and her writing will only get better.

Gabriel’s Inferno by Slyvain Reynard-⭐️😇

ProfessorxStudent

Such a good dark academia book. Beautifully written and actually has a movie adaptation. I would definitely recommend this if you want a realistic couple but a bit more serious. Characters have so much depth

Off Balance Series by Lucia Franco- 💦

CoachxStudent

Warning: female lead is age of consent NOT legal age.

If you want something really forbidden and fucked up, read this. If you want the MOST insane sex scenes, read this (MINORS STOP). I really don’t even want to add this series to this list but for the girls who wanna go there, have fun. I started this when I was still in high school, read the 3rd one as an adult, it’s not as easy to read now. Take that info as you please

Lessons In Sin by Pam Goodwin-🌶️

TeacherxStudent with 18 Y.O female lead

Troubled rich girl gets sent off to a catholic boarding school and falls for the asshole Dean of the school. Smut is pretty good, plot works. I’m not going to say it’s bad, I think whether or not it’s enjoyable depends on the person. It wasn’t bad, I just wasn’t obsessed. If you’re just trying to live vicariously through her (aren’t we all), then it works!

Teach Me by L. L. Ash-🌶️

ProfessorxStudent

Really good start, and I do mean GREAT start… I just feel like the sex scene came too soon (Ch. 9/32) and it threw me off but I also like SUPER slow burns. It’s still a good book. I enjoyed the male love interest, Professor Harlo. They’re cute together. Grump and Sunshine.

Dark Notes by Pam Goodwin-

TeacherxStudent & themes of abuse

Probably DNF-ing

AGE GAP BOOK LIST

Something In The Way Series by Jessica Hawkins-⭐️😇

Sister’s Boyfriend/Husband & “I saw him first”

Most beautiful romance series I’ve ever read, best written books by Jessica Hawkins. I recommend all of her other books. Lake is 16 when she first meets Manning but nothing sexual happens between them for another 3 books until she’s in her 20s. Beautiful slow burn with characters full of depth.

Sinner by Sierra Simone- ⭐️💦

Brother’s Best Friend & religious themes

Amazing character creation and mapping. These characters feel real! This book is about “teaching” a girl about sex before she becomes a nun. It’s not just a bang bang, hump hump book. It has heart and it really good. If you enjoy religious themed romance, you may enjoy Priest by Sierra Simone too. I didn’t 💀

Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas- 💦

Ex’s Dad

Most popular forbidden romance so whatever you’ve heard about it, dump it. This might be the most tame book on this list. Pacing is good, well written main character. Insane amounts of smut but it doesn’t drive the story forward so feel free to skip it if you get tired.

Love Unexpected by Q. B. Tyler- 💦

Ex Stepdad & parent death

This book is HOT! However after the first few scenes, I got a bit tired of the smut. Well written enough female lead with a rushed ending. However if you just need something to read and not despise it, it’s good enough.

Strictly Off Limits by Jessica Hawkins-🌶️

Dad’s Best Friend

Jessica is my favorite author so I’m a bit biased but she definitely isn’t a smut writer. This novella would’ve been better without smut however it isn’t super present and doesn’t really drive the story forward so don’t feel like you’re missing anything if you skip the smut!

The Doctor by Nikki Sloane- 💦

Ex’s Dad

personally didn’t care for this book, smut starts off way too quick and I’m more of a slow burn girl. It is a novella however, it was still too quick. However! You may love it <3

𓃠 If I’m not reading fast enough for you and you want to see what I will be reading in the future here is my Amazon TBR, have at it!

𓃠 If you want to see a more organized bookshelf of what I’ve read, here is my Goodreads!

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Daddy's Girl NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

CW: Age gap, teacher frank, student reader, light smut, daddy issues, soft frank, underage drinking, mentions of the word daddy, def sexual tension

Summary: Frank is your teacher and you two hit it off. Y/N has heavy daddy issues and Frank takes you in. He treats you like what your childhood self deserved, safety and love.

A/N: This is VERY long. I wrote 11 pages on Google Docs so I'm very sorry LMAO. It might be a bit wordy and not super smutty if thats okay. I wanted to write something softer in nature. Also apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. :)

Reblogs appreciated!

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As I sat there in an uncomfortable school chair, surrounded by the ghosts of my past, I stared out the window that was covered in rain. The day was gloomy, constant thundering and on and off downpour. I tapped my foot up and down while playing with my bunny keychain as my anxiety washes over me. School always made me anxious and hate myself, constantly feeling at battle with myself and others.

It was my senior year and I just turned 18, so all I had to do was wait to get out of here. Kinda like prison if you think about it. Our school had uniforms and if anything that was the best part about this place, not to mention it looked like some old money school for rich kids. Which was funny because a lot of the kids here come from nothing, like me.

My drug addicted mother raised me semi alone, meaning that she constantly had men in and out of her life. My real father left when I was only a few months old so I never had that strong, protective father figure in my life. I craved someone to love me, hold me tight, whatever fathers do with their daughters. My moms boyfriends that were long term, aka 6 months, would try their best to be there for me but as soon as I got comfortable with them they were gone.

I tried to stay out of relationships out of fear that the same cycle would happen to me.

“Y/N? Are you listening?” Mr. Iero said, pulling me out of my daze. My head quickly turned to him, almost embarrassed, “Yes sir, sorry.” He turned back to board, continuing the lesson. Mr. Iero was my english/music teacher, he taught both. The first day I walked into his class I had a massive crush on, like journaling and daydreaming about him crush. I never made advances to him because what would he think?

I can’t get him in trouble and I can’t jeopardize my education for some man. I once again zoned out heavily, staring out the window. I watched as a father checked out his daughter early for school it seems, hugging each other under the umbrella as they smiled together. I sighed, rolling my eyes at the sight. Almost disgusting to me but that's just the jealousy getting to me.

“Y/N? Please pay attention, we have an important test coming up and you can’t miss this,” he sighed, putting a hand on his hip. Everyone turned to stare at me as I got smaller in my seat. When I looked back at everyone else to me they had dark eyes, something evil brewing but also something dead. I know realistically that a lot of the people here never paid attention but were much better at hiding it I think.

“Please see me at the end of school,” he said and a few people let “Ooo” escape their mouths. Thanks Mr. Iero for embarrassing me. I wanted to hate him for that but another part of my brain desired to have that alone time with him. Even a hug from him would suffice my animalistic hunger for him. Just, “I’m proud of you,” would motivate me for the rest of the year.

Class was dismissed and I quickly got out of there but he caught my wrist before I could, “Promise me you’ll be here after school. You can’t ditch like the last time.” I nodded and promised him that I would be back. The last time that happened I left out of pure anxiety, I threw up in the hallway on my way to his class. But safe to say this time I could get myself through it.

I went to my locker to change out books and my best friend Livvy came up to me, “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get coffee,” she said excitedly. “Maybe, Mr. Iero wants to see me after my last class,” I said, I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Omg again? Did you space out again (nickname)?” she said, lightly punching my arm.

“Yeah, I just hope it’s quick. If so, I’ll make sure to call you when I’m done,” I said with a smile. We said our goodbyes as I went to all of my other classes. I watched the clock as it quickly rang, I took a few deep breaths as I prepared myself to see Mr. Iero. I know it couldn’t be that bad but my anxiety tried to convince me otherwise.

I looked through the glass of the door and saw no one inside so I thought maybe this could be my excuse as to why I didn’t show. “Right on time!” a voice behind me said. It startled me so I turned to see that it was Mr. Iero. I softly smiled as he unlocked the door to let us in. I didn’t see it but I heard him lock the door behind me.

I stood in front of his desk leaning against a student's desk. He stood in front of me also leaning against his desk. I kept my eyes to the ground for the most part, “Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet and dazed in almost every class,” he said in a soft voice. My tense shoulders relaxed, still not sure how to respond, “You can tell me, Y/N.” He took a couple steps closer.

“Look at me,” he said in a more demanding tone. I looked at him and he smirked, I wanted to fall to my knees right then and there. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his tattoos, “I..I’ve just been going through a lot at home,” I said to put it simply. “Sit, let’s talk about it,” he said sitting in the students chair next to me. I sat down hesitantly, I don’t know if he actually cared about me or what. I guess we’ll find out.

I told him about my mom and everything that I’ve been struggling with. I didn’t outright tell him about my struggles with men and not having a father figure of sorts. But he’s smart, so he could probably piece things together based on how I answered some of his questions. At the end of my story I let a few tears escape from my eyes, he reached his hand up and gently wiped them.

He placed his other hand on my knee, rubbing his thumb on it. “You have nothing to worry about with me hun,” he said sweetly, maintaining tense eye contact. He was such a good listener and never interrupted me. “Your secrets are safe with me, I’m so glad you’re finally opening up to me. Since the beginning of the year I’ve had my eye on you, there’s something special about you, Y/N,” he said, whispering the last sentence.

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his. I felt my face heat up like a thousand suns and my heart rate picked up. I couldn’t help but let a smile form on my face, “That’s my girl. No need to be sad when you’re around me. Hey, I’ll even move your desk closer up to mine, yeah?” I nodded, feeling like such a typical schoolgirl.

He looked at the clock, “I should probably let you go now. Here,’ he said, handing me a little piece of paper. I pocketed it in my bag and before I left he gave me a big, warm hug. The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit my nostrils, it was a smell so intoxicating that it would stay with me throughout the rest of the day. I left and ran out of there to my house, it downpoured on me though. It made me feel like I was in a movie of sorts, I let the rain fall and drench my uniform and hair.

I ran inside and went straight to my room to text Livvy, it was Friday so I told her to come spend the night with me. I really didn’t want to tell anyone about what happened but she was the only person I could trust with this information, she understood. She literally has a sugar daddy, she has no room to judge me!

Livvy came over and got settled right in with snacks and cute pajamas. “Tell me everything!” she said excitedly. I giggled, “He asked me if anything was wrong, I avoided but he pried so I spilled everything. And now he’s moving my desk up to his, he touched my leg and hugged me!” We were both laughing and blushing over this.

“Oh! I think he gave me his number,” I told her, remembering the paper he gave me that I still haven’t opened yet. “Bitch show me!” she said excitedly. I got the paper from my bag and counted down from 3, I opened it and it had his number inside. “Text him now!” she said getting my phone from my nightstand.

I input his number into my phone, “What do I say though?” I bit my nails. “Something flirty for sure,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. I started to type: hii its Y/N, miss our time together already xo

“Bitch that's good!! He’s bound to fall in love with you now,” she joked.

Hours went by without checking my phone and it was around 8pm. I checked my phone during our movie and he asked to call me, I sat up straight with my eyes wide. “He wants to call,” I said suddenly. “Oh shit! I’ll turn the tv down and I’ll stay quiet,” she shushed herself.

I gave the phone a ring and he picked it up almost instantly, I put it on speaker phone.

Frank: Doing okay?

Me: yeah, thanks for letting me vent. Made me feel a lot better

Frank: I’m glad, honey.

Livvy looked at me with shock, “Honey?!” she mouthed covering it with her hand.

Frank: Um, I wanted to ask if you wanna hang out tomorrow? You don't have-

Me: Yes. I’d love to!

Frank: What time are you free then?

Me: Umm maybe around 12?

Frank: Sounds like a date then

We both hung up and we’re screaming with joy, I never thought this day would come. Hanging out with a teacher outside of school? Is that legal? I couldn’t back out now, my fate was decided. “What am I gonna wear?” I said, asking Livvy for help. She’s always been the cooler one in terms of fashion, so I can trust her to dress me.

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It was 10 am and I had just the right amount of time to get ready. I checked my phone and he said he’d be picking me up at my place. Livvy left already and I sat down in front of my floor length mirror and put on light makeup. I got dressed in a black skirt, sheer black leggings, doc martens, and a white and black striped sweater.

The clock finally turned 12 and I looked out my window to not see a car yet. I sighed with relief because in reality I definitely didn't feel ready. I checked my phone and Mr. Iero said he would be there in 5. I went ahead and stood out front to wait for him.

His car pulled up and he got out to greet me, “Wow, you look great!” he said with a smile. He had on sunglasses and chewed his gum kinda obnoxiously but hot. He gave me a big hug and opened the door for me, his car was super clean surprisingly. “Where are we going?” I ask timidly.

“Downtown, get some coffee and donuts,” he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh. “How’d you know where my house was?” I asked. “Teachers have access to those kinds of things,” I just nodded in response staring out the window. It was pretty cloudy and I was kinda hoping it’d rain.

We got to the coffee place downtown, “This is my special spot, for a special girl,” he smirked. I felt my stomach overfill with butterflies and a sparked joy I didn’t know I could feel around somebody. He got out the umbrella and interlocked arms with me, I looked at him with such content but confusion. I felt like I didn’t deserve any of this, none of the kindness, none of the listening, nothing.

He told me to sit down at a booth while he ordered us stuff. I texted Livvy while sitting there:

Me: Liv i think im in love no joke

Liv: i would be too

Me: were getting coffee rn ill update soon

He came back and sat a delicious smelling coffee in front of me, “Thank you Mr. Iero,” I said. “Call me Frank, no need for that outside of school,” he said, he grabbed my hand that was on top of the table. I looked at him, blushing hard, what if someone saw us?

We talked about the things we both liked and hated, we actually had a lot in common. “You like Elvis?!” he said, shocked. “Yeah and?! It’s a comfort thing,” I defended. “Explain,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Sometimes when my mom was out I’d spend the night with my grandfather and in the morning while cooking breakfast he’d play Elvis,” I said, reminiscing when I actually had a somewhat stable relationship with a man.

I think Frank noticed my mood diminish into something solemn. “Let's grab those donuts, I have somewhere else I wanna show you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He showed me off proudly, it felt like he was telling everyone around him to look at me but not in the way I’m used to. He put his mouth close to my ear, “We’ll have to share a donut, they’re almost out of everything,” he said, placing a kiss on my cheek.

We walked under the umbrella together as we started to share the donut, “Don’t lift a finger princess,” he said while holding the donut up to my mouth. He basically gave me the whole thing while he only had a couple bites. “Why do you treat me like this?” I asked him, curious as to why he is so fond of treating me like…a girlfriend?

“I think you deserve it, Y/N. I’ll explain more later,” he said with such sincerity, gripping my hand tighter. Was this going to be a whole day affair? My mom hasn’t been home for a few days so I didn’t feel the need to tell her where I was, it wasn’t like she was answering my messages anyway!

“What’s wrong hun?” he said, taking down the umbrella as the rain had stopped and the sun came out. “My mom hasn't answered my messages, it's been days,” I said, a little disappointed. “I’ll look after you, don't worry about it,” he said as we showed up to a record store. I gasped as I could never afford to buy my own records, it felt like a dream.

We went inside and looked around, I looked around for a ‘The Cure’ album. As I kept looking I felt a body press up behind me and place their arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. He placed soft kisses on my neck causing me to giggle, I felt him do the same in my neck. “Find what you need?” he asked. “Yeah, did you?” his hands were empty. “Yeah,” he smiled playfully like he was up to something but not sure what.

“Bullshit. You need to get something or else I’ll feel bad that you spent all your money on me,” I said feeling slight guilt about him buying things for me. “I have you, that’s all I need,” he said, pulling me to the register and pulls out his card faster than I can reach for my purse zipper.

He handed me the bag of my records and we left. We didn’t do anything much except go thrifting and it was already 7 PM. “I have one place left to go,” he smiled, pulling out of the spot. “I feel like we’ve been everywhere already,” I said, whining. “Be a good girl and don’t whine for me, okay?” that immediately put me in my place and I complied. I could see a smirk on his face, he knew what he did to me.

I heard a song on the radio that I liked and immediately turned it up, it was You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood. “You like them?” he asked. “Love them! I’ve seen them in concert twice already,” I said proudly. Livvy knew I couldn’t afford it but she ever so kindly bought them for me.

After a short drive we made it to our destination, a bar. It was quite crowded, I wasn't even old enough to drink yet. I looked at him worried, “I’m not 21..” I said. “I can get you in darling, don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. I trusted him but I tightened my lips anxiously. He was able to get me in because he was close friends with the guy at the front.

We got in and the music was at a comfortably loud volume. He dragged me to the bar and ordered me a drink but I couldn’t tell you what it was. Tasted great though!

I downed a couple drinks and I basically became a melting mess in Frank's hands. I held onto him for dear life like someone was trying to pull me away from him. I dragged him outside for a cigarette break, I pulled them out of bag and I forgot my lighter, “I forgot my fuckin lighter.” He laughed at my tone and lit my cigarette for me.

We stood inches apart, he held my waist with his tattooed hand. I took a huff of my cig and blew it in his face, “Naughty girl,” he chuckled. He pulled me in to kiss him and our lips collided. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixed perfectly with each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to release.

I shared my cigarette with him and he whispered in my ear, “How about you come over to my place for the night?” My heart was beating out of its chest, “Are you sure that's okay? I would need to get my stuff at home,” I said. “We can stop by your place first baby, I do have a few room-mates if that’s okay,” he said looking away embarrassed. “More the merrier!” I joked.

We drove back to my place and I led him up to my room, he sat on my bed and I packed up a couple things. I turned around putting my hands on my hips, “All packed,” I smiled. He patted his hand insinuating for me to sit on his lap, so I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck, “My pretty girl,” he whispered while pushing my hair out of my face.

“I really don’t understand why you like me, Frank,” I said, that feeling of undeservingness washing over me. “Look at you Y/N!. What is there not to like about you? We have so much in common and I can’t get over how beautiful you are,” I need all the reassurance I can get. What if he leaves me? Would another man treat me like Frank does?

“Do you promise not to leave?” I asked tearfully. “What? Of course I do, Y/N. How could I do that to you sweetheart?” he said, hugging me tightly. “We should get going,” he said softly. I nodded and he grabbed my bags for me as we walked back to the car.

We got to Frank's place and it was dimly lit, it smelled of cigarettes and expensive musky candles. I saw band equipment set up, “What’s all this?” I asked. “Oh, me and my friends do gigs on the side,” he chuckled as we walked to the kitchen. A timid man turned around to greet us, he gave Frank a hug and gave me a handshake. Firmly.

“Nice to meet you,” I said shyly. “Franks said a lot about you, nice to meet you,” he smiled kindly and I furrowed my brows a little confused. He talks about me? What did he say? More questions to be answered.

Frank hurried me to his room, it was spacious and had a few of his guitars displayed on the walls. He disappeared for a second and brought back a shirt and pajama pants of his, “Put these on,” I took them. I went into the bathroom bringing my toiletries along with me. I changed into his oversized clothes and washed my face.

I brought out my phone and snapped a pic of me in the mirror sending it to Livvy. She replied almost instantly: not you going home with him !! be safe !! she replied.

I went back out and put my other clothes back in my bag, “You have such a nice room,” I complimented. “Biggest one in the house,” he brags. I hadn’t noticed before but he turned the radio on and it was on a classic rock station. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and incense. Lamps created the perfect sensual ambience.

I laid my head on his soft pillows and Frank hovered over me, caressing my face with his hand. Something came over me, my eyes filled with tears and escaped the corner of my eyes. “What’s wrong princess?” he said, worried. I shook my head, sobbing. Never was I good enough to ever receive a love like this before. Here I had it.

“Tell daddy what’s wrong princess,” that broke me. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining all of this or if it was some sick joke. I straddled his lap, crying into his shoulder. His hand rubbed up and down my back sensually. “I’ve never felt such an overwhelming amount of love and adoration from a man before,” I stated plainly.

He asked me to talk about it so I did. I told him about the men this time, while I did we drank. It got to the point where I only started seeing flashes of my surroundings. One minute I was taking off my clothes, then I was sitting on top of Frank, then throwing my head back and moaning.

I remember seeing Frank go down on me and him forcing my legs open as I was ready to release on his face. Flashes of Frank saying things like, “You're daddy’s good girl…I’ll never hurt you…you’re safe with me…shh you’re okay sweetheart.” His voice vibrated through my skin.

Soon enough I passed out, naked and covered up by the warm sheets. I woke up groggy and still a little drunk around 3 am and had my clothes put back on. I groaned and didn’t see Frank in bed with me but playing guitar across the room. “Frank?” I said, rubbing my eyes. He immediately rushed to my side to comfort me, “Are you okay princess?” he said.

I nodded, “Could you get me some water?” I asked because my voice was hoarse. He brought back water to me and I downed it as fast as I could. He got into bed with me and I cuddled up at his side, holding on for life.

I grabbed Frank's face pressing our lips together, I longed for his kiss and his desire. He pulled away and cupped my face, “If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do for you,” he said softly. “I am,” I stated so desperately wanting him to take me in, live with him, devote my life to him. “I’d even run away and hide with you if I could. You’re daddy’s girl,” he said pulling me into his chest.

To be safe and sound in his heart forever.

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icouldbeyourprettygirl · 1 month

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The thought of him in my bedroom. Looking around carefully at all the posters I have on the walls, before moving on to my bookshelf. Maybe he'd pick up a book or two, flipping through the pages and smiling to himself at the annotations I wrote in the margins. He might walk around the rest of the room slowly, taking it all in because it's just so me.

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chubbypie · 3 months

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At the enfermary

Summary: you were a new doctor at a college, and one day, a hot and polite professor come to your office.

Warnings: smutt. Oral (v receiving). Fluff. Cute.

Wc:4.4k

It´s been some months since you started your new job, a doctor at the enfermary of the college. As you were new, every person who came to see you, the nurses would explain who they were. You were really fond of your job, especially in a cozy ambient like the college, it´s dark academia vibe always in the air, always giving you a feeling of peace and concentration.

You were used to receive a small number of students perday, always giving you time to focus on your researches on the end of the spedient. This was your reality until one very specific day, when you recieved a professor at your consultory. As the nurses told you, he was the head of the literature department. When he came in, you hold your breath for a few seconds as you took his kind face in. His features were sharp, the jaw beeing able to cut better then a scalpel, his deep green/blue eyes behind his glasses looking a bit in a rush, his thin lips pressed togheter, expressed cheekbone,some slight expression lines around his eyes. His hair was light brown, kinda long, but not to much, shaping perfect messy curls. You were informed his name was Professor Hiddleston.

"Hello." He greeted.

"Hello! Please, take a sit." You pointed to the chair in front of your table. He quickly seated. "Professor Hiddleston, right? What can i do for you today?"

"Well, i have a small knee problem, and i usually take some pain killers for it. I always cary then with me, however, this morning, i had a reunion with the staff and left my house in a hurry and i happened to forget them. Moreover, in five minutes i have another class and, therefore, i don´t have time to come back home. So i came to the conclusion that the enfermary might have some." He explained.

"Sir, would you have some diagnostic from your doctor here with you, so i could know exactly what sort of pain killers to give you?"

" Unfortunatelly, i don´t have it now. But i take ibuprofen."

You got up from your chair and went to the cabinet in the wall. As you found the medicine and turned to him, you thought you saw him glancing at your back. Of course it was your imagination. You gave him the ibuprofen, he thanked you and said good bye.

That night, you found yourself thinking about the unexpected presence of the professor at your office. A couple of weeks passed before you saw him again.

"Doctor y/n, Professor Hiddleston is here to see you. May i send him in?"

"Sure." You said in a low volume. You were startled to receive him at this time of the day, since it was 6 pm and all the teachers were supposed to have leaved to their homes. There were only students who lived at the campus this time.

"Hello," he said politely, "I hope i´m not disturbing you at this time!"

"Not at all. I have time here until 7 pm." You said with a smile. " How can I help you?"

"Well, as you know, i have a knee problem, and everything was fine until the middle of this morning. I was going to get some brunch when i suddenly felt a sharp pain run through my leg. I went directly to my office to get some medicine. I took it and waited. The hours passed and the pain lighted a little, but i can not do rough movements. Now, you might be asking yourself why i came here, instead of my doctor. This week he is at a conference in Chicago, and i don´t have any other to go. At lunch break, i remembered you, and how kind you were to me the last time, so i decided to come here."

"You are always welcome here, professor!" You said blushing as his gaze weighted on the small necklace that rested at your slight cleavege. " So, tell me everything about your knee sore."

" In the middle of last year i broke my knee while i was rehearsing for the anual play of the college. I had spent weeks at fencing training with other collegue and some day i went to rough at a step and i felt, feeling my knee deslocate and broke. I passed through a surgery and many physiotherapy. I got my knee back on the game again, but with some limited movements."

" How long did the swelling persisted?"

"About a week."

"Can you run?"

"I usually avoid."

"Did you took any other kind of medicine for pain?"

"Morphine in the begining and sometimes paroxetine."

You took some notes in your computer and then looked back at him. "Well, Professor, if you don´t mind,i would like to analise your knee to see if everything is in order."

"Sure. And, please, you can call me by my name."

"I´m sorry sir, but i´m new here, and the nurses only introduced you to me as Professor Hiddleston." You said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Oh, that´s right, i never properly introduced myself. I´m Thomas, Thomas Hiddleston. But you can call me Tom." He sais as he reaches you a hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Tom. I´m y/n l/n." You say as you shake his hand. His hand were lightly caloused. You guidded him to the litter. You hadn´t observed his character until now. He was really tall, had a lean body. Broad shoulders like a swimer. You could see he worked out those arms throught his navy blue sweater. He wore slim black jeans pants, and when he seated, you could see thigh muscles clunge to them.

As he sat, you got closer to him, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You put one hand above his knee, squeezing the top part. You feel his thigh muscles stiff. " Does it tickle?" You asked with a grin, still looking at your hand on his knee.

"A little." He says with a chuckle. He couldn´t take his eyes from your profile. He observed the hair you just lowly tired to get out of the way. He passed his eyes through your long legs while you still analyzed his injury. You were wearing a beige pantalona pants with a black social shirt buttoned until a few centimeters from your collar bone, which held a necklace. You were tall for a woman, not the skinny tipe nor the fat, right in the middle. You had thick thighs and arms. Your waist was noticable. Your hair reached your breasts, it was brown, with little curls at the end. Your pupils were black. You didn´t considered yourself to much pretty, considering that everyday you saw a bunch of skinny college girls. However, in Hiddleston´s mind, you were the prettiest woman he had ever laid his eyes on. But appearence was little for him, he really knew that he felt something for you when he noticed three books on the corner of your desk, beside your computer. You had Byron, Tolkien and Homero. Of course you had other books too, but these three caught his attention. Such different authors. His curiosity was poking him to know more about your personality.

After you finished to analize his knee, you saw his knuckles were white, probably because of the tickles. "It doesn´t surprise me you have a disconfort, your knee is a little swollen. Did you do to much effort with it lately?"

"I went swiming last night, and before i went diving, i runned a little. I think that must be cause."

"Put your leg on top of the littler please." He did as asked. "If your knee get swollen again, do exactly what i´ll do now." You put both of your hands on his ankle and started to give squeezes until his knee. When it got there, you grabbed it and with the pad of your thumbs, you messaged it gently, circling it up his thigh. The only thing he could think about is how he wished his leg was bare, so he could feel your skin. "Got it?" You asked.

"Yes, thank you so much. My doctor would just have given me some medicine instead of teatching me this." He grinned.

"I hope you get better soon. Before you sleep, do the massage again and put your leg on a pillow. If tomorrow it still hurts, let me know."

You both said good bye and went to your houses. You were happy to have seen him again, he was not only handsome, but really polite. And, honestly, you loved his thyrsty glances at your body. The next day, after you had been in your office for an hour, the nurse asked you "There is someone here, may i send him in?"

"Yes." You responded. You were happy to see it was Professor Hiddleston.

"Hello, y/n."

"Hello! Is your knee better?"

"It´s perfect. I came here to thank you for yesterday. I know you are not supposed to do this kind of appointment with members of the college, so i really appreciate it."

"Please, it was nothing. You were in pain, and it could get really serious, since it was something involving a broken bone." You said.

"Well, i-i really wanted to ask you, if you don´t mind, and if you don´t have any plans, if you´d like to go for lunch with me today." He asked shyly, getting the courage to say it looking at your eyes in the end.

You were shocked for a moment. " Yes, i´d love to. What time is good for you?"

"My last class of this morning ends at 12:15. Does this sound good for you?"

"Perfect, i´ll wait you outside your class then."

"What time do you usually take a break?" He asked.

"12".

"If you want to wait for me inside of my class, feel welcome!" He offered.

You smiled and he went back to his building on the campus.

It was 12. You took your coat and headed to his class. You thought if you´d enter or not, but decided you would. You took a sit in the huge anfitriat. He was giving a lecture about Hamlet. You were sad you couldn´t hear it from the beggining.

His class finished and you headed to a restaurant out of the campus, so you could have privacy. You sat and ordered. As you waited, conversation floated around you two.

"So, you told you were new at the college. Where did you work before?" Tom asked.

"Actually, i was a resident at Burke´s hospital before i came here. I finished residency last year. And i thought, how i wanted to do some research, a quiet place to work would be nice, and nothing better then a college to work."

"What research are you doning right now?"

"Mostly some drug research, on how it´s lack of some specific condiments can affect the brain."

"It sounds amazing."

"Talking about amazing, i heard the end of your lecture today, it was trully interesting. I wish i had heard it from the beggining."

"You like Hamlet?" He asked with his brows rised.

"I love it. It´s one of my favourite plays. Not that i´ve read much of them, but still."

"What are your thoughts about it?"

"Well, i think my opinion is the most common one: the play exceed some niitch existentialism (if you consider him an existentialist), how beautiful Horatio and Hamlet´s friendship was, how incredulous was Claudius, how blind was his mother... You know, i hadn´t really depth myself on the play yet, so i could only notice this yet." As you finished, he was mesmerized.

"Well, after this brieth demonstration, i can assume that you are a really well read person." He said.

"It depends, actually, i just happen to know some stuff. But after this class today, i can see that you really knows are you talk about in this matter."

"It trully is my passion. Sorry my intrusion, but i saw yesterday that you had Homero on your desk. I would love to hear what you have to say about him."

"Oh, those books are the ones i haven´t read yet. That Homero will be my first book of his. But after i finish it, you´ll be the first one to know my thoughts about it. I´m curious, actually. As a literature professor, what do you like to read?"

"I really like Shakespeare roman plays, like Coriolanus, or Anthonio and Cleopatra. But i usually read phylosophers too."

"I´m really fond of phylosophy. What philoshopher did you last read?"

" My last one was Emmanuel Kant, do you know his work?"

"Toughth one! I know his work, but in a rude way. I like his idea of trying a truce between rationalism and empiricism. But his conception of morality, i´m absolutely passionated about it. What do you think of him?" You noticed his smile.

"It´s nice to find a like minded person. I am myself passionate about his morality thesys too. However, sometimes it can be dangerous, in my opinion." You frowned your brows in confusion."Well" he explained, "think of two people usying his concept of morality, one is considered goog, the other bad. The good person is prone to always think straight, to not take alternative paths to benefit them. Although, the bad person, they will try to convince themself that the thing they are trying to do is right, that in the end everyone would do the same, beacuse everyone´d want the same resoult as the person thinking about it. It can be considered a very subjective moral. And, lately, i´ve connected a few points that it lead me to Machiavelli, because, if the person considered bad use Kant´s morality concept, they would be gently impliyng that 'the end justifies the means', so, this person could be called machiavellic, thus, leading them to not being moral at their whole beeing, because everybody knows Machiavelli used to say how someone who wanted to stay in power could forget the morality for a little, for the greater good. So, it´s actually a paradox the Kant´s morality in bad people."

The food came and conversation went by. You went back to the college and since that lunch, you grew closer each day.

Two onths passed. The status of your realtionship growed to dates and more dates. Dinners at fancy restaurants, lunches at his office or yours, making out at movie theaters and at your office, you even spent nights at each others houses. But the making out never lead to anything more, it was just kisses, naughty hands and cuddles. So, at the beggining of the third month, you decided that it was time. You could feel that his hands always wanted to go down further, his mouth wanted to explore more of your body.

You headed to one of his lectures, it was in the middle. You just loved to watch him working. He always smiled blushing as he saw you at one of the chairs, always paying attention to every single world. His lecture finished. After everyone got out, you went to the wooden aisle and gave him a kiss on the cheek and invited him to your house this evening. He could clearly see your intentions in your gaze, and he was eager for you as well as you were for him.

"Consider it a pajama party, honey. So, now you know what to wear." You whispered at his ear and left his class. The night came, you put one of his shirts that he'd forgotten at your place one day, and you decided to wear nothing undernath it. Only a blood red lace penties.

He arrived. As you opened the door, you saw him in a pajama shirt and shorts. He was holding a piece of pie that he bought at your favorite place. You two dine,and he insisted on helping you do the dishes. He could make every moment special. As you washed and he dried, you two were listening to music and dancing with the song. After, you went to the couch to watch a movie, as always. But today you´d make a movement. Little you knew what he had in mind.

"Darling, what do you think if we watch it at your bedroom´s tv?" Without thinkin, you took his hand and went there. You both laid on the bed and you lighted some candles, so the lights would be better. As you were laid, he sat at the edge of the bed, in the middle of your ankles. He took one of your legs and started massaging it while looking softly at you.

"I remember the first time you touched me. I record that it was not a really good day for me, since i could barely walk because of the pain. But then you toutched me and my mind cleared for the first time in hours. Since that day, i was eager to feel more of you, and i think that it is finally the time, if you consent." You nodded. "Words, dove."

"Yes."

"Good. And if you let me, i´d like to take my time before worshiping you." You sighed as he changed the leg. His hands felt like soft cotton. After a while, he had moved behinde you, making you sit, then massaging your backs, slowly, with the right pressure. You laid again and he hovered your body, kissing you gently on the mouth before lowering himself to face your blood red lace panties. He took them of carefully, than inhaled sharply at the vision of your core, eyes hungry. He smoothed it with one hand, than lowered his face to kiss it. He took your legs on his hands and placed then above his shoulders. He trailed kisses through your inner thighs until your folds. Your breaths were heavy. Then, he started to slowly lick your clit, making you give quiet moans. He toyed with the tip of his fingers your entrance. One finger entered you, then another, curling themselves inside you. The fingers movement followed by his mouth working in your core made you a moaning mess. You arched your back and with his other hand he placed it gently at your pelvis. After a couple of minutes you say "T-Tom, i´m gonna cum."

"Please, my dove, whenever you are ready." It didn´t take you to long before cuming on his mouth. You could feel him licking your juices and humming in approval. "So pretty, so incredible perfect." He said locking at your body, making you blush inexpectedly.

You sat on the bed and went to give him a kiss on his neck. Your hand took the hem of his shirt and pulled it of. You had never seen him shirtless, only felt his muscles throw his sweaters. God, he was defined, his belly was slim as a wall, his shoulders and arms strong as the ones of a soldier. As you looked you ran your fingertips throug his pale skin, making him shiver below. With a bold attitude, you lean against him and kiss his mouth, one of your hands grabbing his manhood, gently squeezing, eager to know it. He took of his pants and went to kiss you again, but you avoided his mouth, looking at him and saying. "Are you that shy?"

"I beg your pardon?" He asks in confusion.

"Take of your boxers, silly." You say with a mischivious grin. He took of, exposing his length. It was perfect, a little thick and longer then the average. Perfect. You pushed him to lay down as you straddled his lap. You gave gentle thrusts on his cock with your hands. He was already hard so you hovered over his lap and sat back down, both of you moaning. It was the first time you heard him moan, and you loved the sound. It was deep and huski. You went for a kiss, but as you broke it for air, you realised he was now on top of you. He started to wickedly suck your neck as he thrusted slowly into you. After a while he starts to go harder. You were already starting to feel the heat on your lower stomach when he started to go faster. You screamed his name as he pushed you up and down whith his cock. "I know i´m wearing a condom, but i still feel the urge to ask, may i come inside you?"

"Of course, honey." In a metter of minutes, you cum, soon followed by him, as he felt your walls clunge on his length. Still inside you, he embraces your torso and pulls you to top him. "Am i not to heavy to stay with all my weight on top of you like this?" You shyly ask, with concern in your eyes.

"Darling, you weight less then my books." He says massaging your lower back. You kiss him passionately, thinking what you did to deserve this man. After cuddling for a while, you push his cock out of you and invites him to a shower.

Now, both bathed and ready to sleep, he whispers in your ear "I can not wait for more pajama nights like this."

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coffeeinthecold · 1 year

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i wish this was more like early bird overachiever genius studying in a café academic cutie schoolgirl playfully flirting with my teacher while acing all of the tests and assignments but its more like sleepless nights thinking of something that will never happen while doing good enough on all my assignments but never exceptionally well with a desperate coffee addiction to keep up with all my work

when did it become this

when did i become this

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Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 17

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo só tem o ponto de visto de Aurora | pode conter algum gatilho.

NotaAutora: Perdão a demora para atualizar a fic, prometo demorar menos da próxima vez.

— Olá, você deve ser a substituta de Jane, certo?— Ela abriu um sorriso.

— Sim, eu sou Aurora.— Me apresentei.

— Jura? Essa pequenininha aqui também se chama Aurora.

— Bem, nossas mamães tiveram um ótimo gosto.— Brinquei com a bebê e ela soltou uma risada fofa.

—Acho que ela gostou de você.

— Isso é bom.

— Eu sou a Violeta.— Estendeu a mão livre e eu a apertei. — Vamos, eu vou te mostrar o que precisa saber sobre essa coisinha linda aqui antes de sair.

— Claro.

— Não liga para bagunça, estamos de mudança, então tem caixas espalhadas para todo lado.

Ela não estava brincando, eram realmente muitas caixas e a casa estava praticamente vazia.

— Não se preocupe.—Deu um sorriso acolhedor.

— Aqui é a cozinha.— Ela apontou para meu lado direito. — Eu ainda não embalei nada nessa área, então está praticamente intacta! Se estiver com fome é só pegar algo, ao lado da geladeira tem uma planilha com tudo o que Aurora pode ou não pode comer.

— Certo.

— O banheiro é no fim do corredor e os quartos são lá em cima.

— Ok!

— Eu tenho outra filha, acho que Jane te disse, Isadora, 17 anos, ela não é de interagir muito ainda mais sabendo que vai se mudar, ela anda num humor péssimo, então é só dar uma olhadinha nela de vez em quando e dizer a hora de ir para cama e a hora de comer, o resto do tempo será dedicado somente para pequena Aurora.— Ela parecia ser uma mãe bem dedicada. — Tudo que você precisar já deixei anotado ao lado dos números de emergência, alguma dúvida?

—Acho que não.

— Tudo bem! Eu vou voltar no máximo meia-noite, eu e meu marido vamos a um jantar, ele chega hoje de viagem. — Suspirou fundo, entregando a pequena. — Mas acho que vai se sair bem e não hesite em me ligar se algo ocorrer, certo?

— Não se preocupe, se divirta com seu marido.

— Muito obrigada por vir hoje, eu estava mesmo precisando disto. — Ela deixou um beijinho no topo da cabeça da pequena em meu colo antes de subir para provavelmente se arrumar.

Meia hora depois, ouço barulho vindo da escada enquanto eu brincava no chão da sala com a garotinha. A mulher estava deslumbrante em um vestido preto colado, saltos e acessórios marcantes.

— Bom eu já vou indo. — Ela deixou mais um beijo em sua filha.

— Tchau! Senhora... — Me dei conta que não sabia o sobrenome dela.

— Styles! — concluiu.

Styles? Será que era um sobrenome tão comum assim?

— Boa sorte, senhora Styles.

O tempo pareceu voar enquanto brincamos, eu peguei meu telefone para ver a hora e já se passava um pouco mais de uma hora brincando com a pequena Aurora.

Chequei minhas mensagens e nenhuma era de Harry.

Ele me esqueceu?!

Era só um verão, não deviria afetar tanto nosso relacionamento assim.

Por que ele estava tão distante?

— Está com fome? — Questionei e a pequena concordou com a cabeça. — Mm! Vamos ver o que você pode comer. — A peguei nos braços e fui para a cozinha. Olhando a planilha detalhada de Violeta, estava escrito que ela havia deixado o jantar da Aurora pronto. — Ótimo! Sua mãe é incrível. — Brinquei tirando um sorrisinho fofo dela.

Coloquei-a na cadeirinha, abrindo a geladeira para pegar seu jantar, quando me deparo com Isadora brincando com a irmã.

— Oi! Eu sou Aurora.

Estendi minha mão, mas a garota não respondeu.

— Cadê a Jane?

— Não pode vir.

— Você é a namorada dela?

— Não, sou amiga da namorada dela.

Por que tantas perguntas?

— Tá! Eu vou pedir uma pizza, quer?

— Claro.

Ela deu um sorrisinho falso pegando o telefone para pedir, fiquei aliviada por não ter que fazer isso. Então, peguei a comida em minha mão e levei ao micro-ondas para esquentar. Assim que o aparelho apitou, Isadora já havia sumido da cozinha.

Ela me parecia mesmo um tanto antipática.

Só a vi novamente quando a pizza chegou, ela foi até que gentil em levar um prato para mim, eu havia acabado de colocar a Aurora dormindo em seu berço, ela era mesmo um doce de menina.

— E aí, animada com a mudança? — Tentei puxar assunto, mas sinto seu olhar confuso. — Sua mãe me contou.

— É claro que contou. — Revirou os olhos, mordendo mais um pedaço.

— Bem mudanças nem sempre parecem boas, mas logo se acostuma.

— Eu não tenho nenhum amigo lá, eu vou estar sozinha, numa cidade chata que eu não conheço. — Cerrou os olhos. — Como se acostuma com isso?

— Para onde você vai se mudar?

— Boston.

— Eu Moro em Boston! E te digo, ela não tem nada de chata e se você quiser, eu posso te mostrar os melhores lugares de lá.

— Você faria isso?

— Claro, por que não? Me empreste seu celular.— Ela me entregou o aparelho e digitei meu número de telefone. — Pode me ligar quando quiser sair para se divertir em Boston ou esquecer dos problemas.

— Obrigada. — Ela sorriu verdadeiramente pela primeira vez aquela noite.

Já se passava um pouco da meia-noite quando ouvi o barulho da porta da frente, eu estava ao lado do berço de Aurora lendo um livro que eu trouxe para passar o tempo, não demorou muito para que Violeta aparecesse na porta do quarto nos observando.

— Oi! — Sussurrou baixinho indo de encontro a filha. — Ela se comportou?

— Sim, ela é um anjinho de criança, você tem sorte.

— Muito obrigado. — Ela sorriu.

Não consegui deixar de notar que seu batom estava borrado e o cabelo um pouco bagunçado, a noite pareceu boa.

— Bem, eu já vou indo então.

— Claro, é aqui seu pagamento. — Ela tirou o dinheiro de sua bolsa me entregando. — Quer uma carona para casa? Está tarde!

— Não se preocupe, eu vou pedir um Uber.

— Tem certeza? Meu marido pode levar você.

— Não precisa. — Tentei me esquivar.

— Já passou de meia-noite, não acho muito seguro para você pegar um Uber esse horário, por favor aceite a carona, eu me culparia eternamente se algo acontecesse com você.

— Tudo bem. — Aceitei a derrota. — Espero lá embaixo então, muito obrigada.

— Eu que tenho que agradecer por vir de última hora. — Violeta me deu um pequeno abraço antes de eu descer.

Estava esperando o seu marido alguns minutos o que deu tempo de checar minha bolsa e perceber que meu celular não estava lá, o último lugar que me lembro de ter deixado era na cozinha, então vou sorrateiramente atrás do meu telefone e para minha sorte estava bem ao lado do microondas onde esquentei a comida de Aurora.

— Está Pronta? — A voz masculina soou no local me fazendo virar instantemente pelo susto.

E no instante que vi seu rosto pareceu que todos os seus pesadelos ganharam vida.

Os olhos verdes estavam perplexos tanto quanto os meus, ele ficou olhando por um longo tempo, antes de sair algo de seus lábios novamente.

— Aurora?!!

Eu não conseguia nem falar, o nó na minha garganta doía.

Porra era ele, ali bem na minha frente.

A porra do Harry Styles.

— Aurora o que faz aqui?

Por mais que quisesse gritar ou fazer qualquer coisa naquele momento eu paralisei.

— Aurora, me responde. — Assim que ele tocou meu braço eu tive certeza que aquilo era real, ele estava ali. — Como me achou?

— Achou?! Que porra você está fazendo aqui?! Eu não te achei, eu nem sabia que estaria aqui. — Tentei me manter calma. — Você é irmão da Violeta ou coisa assim? — Minha mente estava confusa, implorando para não ser o que parecia ser.

— Querido?! — Violeta surgiu atrás dele. — Aí está você, meu amor não esqueça de dar uma boa gorjeta, ok?

Querido?

Amor?

Não!

NÃO!!!

Não podia ser verdade.

A visão dos dois foram sumindo, suas vozes também, meu estomago doía, tudo foi começando a escurecer, eu não vi nada até eu estivesse no chão.

— Ei você está bem?— Os olhos verdes estavam vidrados em mim. — Ei!

— Eu... Sim. — Sussurrei ainda tentando abrir os olhos.

— Tem certeza? Precisa de um médico? — Violeta também estava ajoelhada me olhando, seus dedos acariciavam meus cabelos.

Nunca sentia tanta vergonha e nojo de mim mesma.

— Eu estou bem, sempre acontece isso, minha pressão cai as vezes.— Menti me levantando rapidamente.

Por que isso estava acontecendo comigo?

— Tem certeza? Você parece um pouco pálida.

— Sim, eu vou indo.

— Espere meu marido vai levá-la.

Àquilo doeu como um soco no estômago.

— Não precisa.

— Você acabou de desmaiar. — Violeta encheu um copo com água e me entregou. — Por favor querida, você foi tão boa para mim hoje o mínimo que posso fazer é isso, já que não quer ir ao médico, tem certeza que não quer sentar um pouco?

Por que ela tinha que ser tão boazinha.

— Eu estou bem, não se preocupe. — Dei um sorriso de canto pegando minha bolsa.

— H, ajude-a a chegar em casa, tá bem?

— Ok

H! Ela chamava ele de H.....

Minhas pernas fraquejaram novamente, tive que me segurar para ficar em pé.

Eu só queria sair dali, eu não podia mais olhar para ela sendo tão gentil comigo enquanto eu sabia que dormi com o marido dela, eu amava o marido dela.

Ela me guiou até a porta juntamente com Harry que abriu a porta do carro para mim antes de entrar no outro lado.

Ele ligou o carro, eu permaneci em silêncio, eram tantas perguntas que queria fazer a ele, mas eu não queria ouvir a verdade, porque não sei se poderia suportar ouvi-lo mentir mais uma vez para mim. E por mais que o silêncio estivesse me matando por dentro, eu estava feliz em morrer assim.

— Aurora. — Seus olhos encontraram os meus.

— Não.— Desviei o olhar.

— Aurora me deixe explicar.

— Eu não quero. — Eu encarava a janela. — E assim que estivermos longe o suficiente para que ela não veja o carro me deixe sair.

— Eu não posso deixar você sozinha essa hora na rua.

— Eu não posso ficar mais um minuto com você nesse carro.

— Aurora por favor.

— Já estamos longe, por favor me deixa sair?

— Não posso.

— Eu vou pular desse carro, me deixa sair. — Eu tentava abrir, mas estava trancada.

— Aurora, pare de ser estúpida, você vai se machucar.

Realmente eu era uma estúpida!

Tão estúpida por não ter percebido nada.

— ME DEIXE SAIR AGORA!— Comecei a gritar batendo em seu braço, até sentir o carro balançar e parar bruscamente.

— Aurora!— Ele gritou quando, sai rapidamente do carro.— Pelo amor de Deus espera por favor.

Eu estava com medo de ouvir o que ele tinha a dizer, porque por qualquer motivo que ele tentasse se justificar, isso não mudaria o fato de que tem uma família.

— Aurora, por favor, eu só quero conversar.

— Não há o que falar; Não quero mais ver você.

— Me deixa explicar, eu sinto muito, eu não queria que descobrisse assim.

— Assim como? Na porra da sua casa?! Com a sua família!! — As lágrimas queimavam a minha pele. — VOCÊ TEM UMA FAMÍLIA! UMA FAMÍLIA HARRY!

— Eu sei, sinto muito, mas é complicado.

— Complicado? — Ironicamente soltei uma risada. — É por isso que não respondia minhas mensagens? Eu disse que te amava, como você pôde fazer isso comigo!

— Me perdoe, por favor.

— Você tem sua família, precisa voltar para elas, eu não quero ver você nunca mais.

— Por favor. — Ele segurou em meu braço.

Eu não tinha forças para tirá-lo dali.

— Aurora, você é importante para mim, me deixe levá-la, me deixe explicar tudo. — Seus dedos tocaram minha testa acariciando meus cabelos. — Eu quero poder contar tudo para você.

— Devia ter feito isso antes. — Juntei toda força que eu pude para me afastar dele. — Adeus Harry.

Eu sai correndo sem rumo, sem saber ao certo onde estava, mas eu não ousei olhar para trás, porque se ele me alcançasse, eu não tenho certeza se seria forte o suficiente para rejeitá-lo mais uma vez.

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