Across The Pond ~ Luke Thompson Professor!AU (Chapter 7)
written by irelandwebb16
(this chapter contains mature themes, reader discretion is advised)
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Friday came quickly, you had thought out a cute but simple outfit, so it didn't look like you were trying too hard, but also purposefully wore a push up bra so that your clevage popped. The excitement coursed through your bones as you took a cab to his house, it was quite large, at least two stories. You walked up to the front door and knocked, a bottle of red wine and a bottle of white wine in either hand. The door opened and it revealed a casually dressed Luke, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Someone came prepared," He smiled at you, "Please come in."
"I didn't know if you were a white wine or a red wine person so I just brought both just in case-"
"That's very thoughtful of you, (Y/N), thank you."
The way he said just your name, it made your heart flutter, normally he calls you Miss. (Y/N), so hearing the formality dropped made you feel like you had just run a marathon.
"You're welcome, Professor Thompson," I smiled softly, seeing the change in his eye.
"We are not in the school, please, call me Luke," He gave another small smile then led you into the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses.
"So- Luke- is research all you do? for like- fun-"
"God, no, you really think I'm that boring?" He let out a soft laugh.
"Good, I'd have to leave if so, there's like- a line, you know?" You felt yourself getting more comfortable, like you weren't going to crack if he asked you a question, "What do you do then?"
"I read, I do love a good book, I love movies-"
"What type of movies?" You grinned, clearly finding something in common.
"I like old movies a lot, black and white ones, but I also like art house movies."
Your eyes lit up, "I love art house movies, I love being able to enjoy the filmography just as much as the plot."
"Wow, I didn't know you were so into the arts, is that something you're passionate about? film?" He smiled at you, genuinely asking, it wasn't just a ask where did didn't actually want an answer.
"I wouldn't say I'm passionate but it is something I enjoy watching when I have the time, I like to throw myself into school work to keep me busy."
"So you're saying you don't know how to have fun?" He joked and you give him a partially shocked look.
"No, I know how to have fun, I love fun, I am actually so fucking fun."
"Oh yeah? Throwing yourself into work doesn't sound too fun."
"I like to keep myself busy, it keeps me from staying in my thoughts too much." You took a sip of your new glass of wine.
"Thoughts?"
"You know, existential dread, how hot I think certain people are, the normal."
"Oh really?"
"What are your thoughts."
"Work," He gave a sly smirk, then looked you up and down, leaning in slightly, "You."
"Me?" I asked, my tone more seductive than I wanted to give off.
"You are fascinating, I mean you are a Harvard student and choose London of all places for your study abroad program."
"I love it here, the people, the culture the food," You still spoke in that seductive tone, "You."
"You're a very hard worker, (Y/N), it's admirable."
"Thank you, Professor Thompson," You looked at him through your lashes and heard a quiet groan leave him, like he was trying to hide the effect you had on him, "You don't have to hide my effect on you."
"Oh your effect?" He leaned in a little closer, "You're a damn tease."
"Only when I want something so bad that I feel the need to work for it."
"Why do you think you have an effect on me, hm?"
"That little groan you let out, like you're trying to calm yourself down." He swallowed hard, he wasn't expecting you to be so observant, "We're both adults," You leaned in a little more.
"It's not that, it's a power dynamic."
"Maybe I like it, but if you're afraid I'm doing this for my grade, rest assured you that I know I am the top in my class so if this was for that purpose it'd be pointl-"
Before you could even finish your sentence, he cut you off with a kiss. His lips synced with yours immediately, like they longed for each other. You leaned into his kiss, parting your lips more as if you're granting access to him. He gently pulls you closer to him, though the angle is awkward because you're leaning over his kitchen island. He then slowly breaks the kiss, his teeth dragging your bottom lip with him, letting go once he almost fully pulled away.
"We were supposed to be doing research," He said in a light tone, "But now all I can think about-" He pulled away completely, but instead of standing there he rounded the counter, "Is pleasing you, because that look in your eyes is addicting."
"I think-"
"I really don't care right now," He kissed you again, this time with a little more passion than last time.
You melted into his touch, his hands moving from your forearms to your waist. He lifted you up and placed you on the counter, his lips never leaving yours. Your heart felt like it was going to explode at the rate it was moving. Your hands found the back of his neck, pulling him closer, your fingers messing with the ends of his hair. You heard a groan escape him, he was enjoying you, it made your heart race.
"I am willing to break any moral rule I made for myself if I could just taste you," He whispered against your lips, making your breath hitch, "Let me, please."
"Taste me?"
"Oh, (Y/N), I know you're not naive," His kisses moved from your lips, down your jaw, to your neck, "I'm gonna take my time with you."
"O-okay-" You spoke softly, your eyes fluttering shut, a quiet moan leaving your mouth.
"What a beautiful noise," He groaned against your neck, "You sound so pretty, lift your hips up sweet girl."
You did exactly what he asked, you were putty right now in his hands. He slowly took your shorts off, leaving you in a black thong, his eyes filling with lust.
"Figured I'd wear something nice just in case," You spoke quietly, almost like if you spoke he'd disappear.
"it suits you." He kisses your lips again, then slowly slides onto his knees in front of the counter. He looks up at you, almost like he's asking to do this to you, which you quickly oblige, nodding your head rapidly.
He kisses your inner thigh, slowly inching his way up to your core. He kisses the thong, making you shutter, but not in a bad way. He looked up at you with a smirk then focused back between your legs. He slowly pulls the thong to the side, admiring your pussy.
"Rip it." Your tone was hoarse.
"What?"
"Rip the thong."
He smiles then rips it from the center, you let out a small moan at the action even though he didn't do anything. He moves close and gently spreads your lips with his index and middle finger, then kisses your clit. You let out a moan as your hips jolt. He then licks from your core to your clit, making you moan again.
"God you taste so good, like candy-" He mumbled against your thigh, kissing it again.
He then dives in between your legs, licking and sucking, learning what you like.
"Oh- oh my god, right there," Your head fell back, eyes screwed shut.
"Guide me," He moaned against your pussy, like he too was turned on from this.
I laced my fingers in your hair, then gently tilted your head up, a loud moan leaving me as your tongue hit my clit a certain way.
"You- fuck, Luke," I moaned loudly, he doubled his efforts like he was challenging himself.
He slowly slid a finger into you, making you gasp, then added a second finger.
"You're taking this like such a good girl," He murmured against your clit, then sucked on it, making your legs shake, "Are you gonna come for me? Is your pretty little cunt going to come all over my fingers?"
He pulls away from your clit but his thumb instantly replaces it, he watches you as you shake with pleasure, your eyes roll back.
"Luke this feels so good," You moaned, your mouth hanging open in an 'o' shape.
"Look at me," He held your head up by holding the back of your neck, "Now look at how good you take my fingers," He tilts your head so you're looking between your legs, making you moan.
"fuck, I'm gonna come," Your voice coming out in a whimper.
"Go ahead, come around my fingers, let me feel you clench them."
That was your folding point, you came right as he finished talking, the build up in your stomach washing away like a crashing wave.
"holy fuck," I whispered, my head falling back.
"That's a good girl, good job," He murmured in your ear then kissed you, his fingers deep inside you.
You lean up to kiss him, pulling him closer by the back of the neck.
"I wan-"
"Mm no, I'm not gonna give you what you want tonight, I'm gonna make you work for it," He smirked, slowly extracting his fingers and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean.
"That's not fair-"
"Mm but it is, plus we were supposed to be researching," He smirks, then slides your shorts back on you.
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Hi guys!!! first smutty chapter so I hope you guys liked it, this is being posted a little earlier than noon because I forgot to schedule it. but. I hope you all enjoyed it!! see you Saturday!!
xoxo Ireland 🖤
