#au!professor

[littlefreya]

Oh godddd. Professor!Henry, paired with the song “teachers pet” by Melanie Martinez… my mind is going to dark, dirty places.

Professor Cavill, Sir

Summary: Professor Cavill keeps giving you failing grades on your assignments even though you are 100% certain you are a brilliant student.

I know right ;)

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TH HBC Kinktober 08

October 8th - Beard Kink/Beard Burn

@the-th-horniest-book-club​​

Prof Hiddleston makes it terribly hard to be able to focus in class, right @shiningloki​ ???

You watched him walk through the desks as a panther stalking his prey.

Maybe there was some of it, cause you felt like prey right now. Petrified and helpless, completely at his will. The very action of him rolling up his shirt sleeves was making you soak your underwear.

Once he stood in front of you, he pushed you on a chair and knelt down. Eyes dark and playful smile, he never took his eyes off yours while he pushed your dress up.

You bit your lip. He grabbed your panties and ripped them off, making you whimper when the fabric bit into your skin. He put them to his nose and breathed your scent deeply. He put the ruined panties in his pants pocket and grabbed one of your legs.

His mouth traveled up your inner thigh slowly, kissing as it went. Fuck, how much you had longed to feel his beard on your skin! Its softness sent shivers up your spine, but you almost wished he was rougher than this. You wanted him to mark you, bite you, leave the red angry rash of his beard burn.

Maybe he heard your thoughts, cause in that moment he sucked a mark on your thigh.

You tangled your fingers in his ginger mane, trying to guide him to where you wanted him the most, but he was in no hurry. He tended to your other leg, kissing and nipping, leaving more marks.

You looked down at him trying to convey the silent plea. He grinned, slowly getting close to your pussy, so close that his beard was tickling your pussy lips. He looked at you one last time, tongue peeking between his facial hair as he licked his lips…

“Miss!” He dropped a book on your desk, very harshly interrupting your daydream.

A daydream he was the star of, you might add. There was a soft rumble of giggles around the room.

You sat up straight and looked up, mortified. “I- I’m sorry, professor Hiddleston!”

“You would do much better if you decided to focus.” He gave you back yet another failed essay. “One more failure and I’ll have you removed from my class.”

You shook your head on the verge of tears. “Please! No! I can’t - I can’t fail this course! I’ll do anything!”

Professor Hiddleston stared at you very intently. “My office, 6 p.m.”