you asked to send in any 12 requests i had so… got anything for professor!12 and student!reader. i’m so down bad for him and the fact he can lecture makes him 100x hotter. anything with that man in an academic setting really lol <3
I absolutely love this idea! This is such a hot concept lol. I also think if you like this and this kind of prompt you should go check out the Teacher’s pet series on @anteroom-of-death ‘s blog. :)
After Hours - 12th Doctor x Reader
Professor!12th doctor x Fem!Student!Reader
Summary: You are late for class and the doctor ushers you into the office for a proper discussion about your behavior. His consequences aren’t exactly what you expected ;)
Warnings: Smut, minor DNI, degrading, rough, hair pulling, dominance, inappropriate student/teacher relationship, all characters of legal age, light choking (if you squint), unprotected sex
Author Note: Holy god I’m so sorry this took forever and a half, I went from final exams to being in the hospital to having a family member in the hospital. Trying my best and writing is good for the soul. Hope you like it after waiting so long!
The bell rings as you frantically run down the corridor and B-line for your next class. This was always your favorite lecture of the day. The professor was a mysterious older man who only went by ‘The Doctor’. You don’t even remember what the class was supposed to be about, but whatever tangent he went on you always hung onto every word.
You come to the door of the room and hear his thick Scottish accent on the other side of it as you try to slip into the back of the class. You usually sit right at the front so you can be as close to the knowledge as you can get, but you really didn’t want to be noticed being late.
He suddenly stops speaking and looks up in the direction you were sitting. Your heart drops to your stomach as you looks straight in your direction.
“What’s the excuse?”
You freeze. You can’t tell if he is talking to you or if this is an extension of his rant, but from the way his eyes bore into yours, you think the former is probably correct.
“Overslept? Alarm didn’t go off? Dog ate your homework?”
His voice carries to the back of the room as the other classmates giggle a little at his last example.
“I’m sorry, sir” You say, barely loud enough for your voice to carry back down to him.
“Or better yet, can’t even come up with an excuse!”
The class starts to giggle again.
“Come sit where you usually do, Ms. L/n.” He says, gesturing to the empty seat you sit in daily. “And don’t let this happen again”
The tone in his voice is calm, but serious. A far cry from the wonder and lightheartedness he uses in his daily lectures. The command emanating from him takes you by surprise, but another feeling arises as well. One you push far down and ignore with every ounce of control you have.
You grab your book bag and do the walk of shame down the stairs of the big auditorium-like classroom and sit in your usual, much closer seat. This gives him ample oppurtunity to glare at you throughout the following afternoon’s lectures. Let’s just hope the flush on your cheeks from the embarrassment of the situation will be the worst part of this.
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The rest of the lecture seemed to go off without a hitch. Attempting to hang on to his every word as you usually did resulted in your mind wandering and ending up on the embarrassing events of the morning. A blush creeps over your neck and cheeks as you reminisce on the utter humiliation you felt. You never wanted your favorite professor to see you as not competent enough and it burned in your memory.
You were entranced by the lecture, ignoring his pointed glances and finally getting past your internal reenactment of the moment when the bell rang out, breaking the spell of The Doctor’s words.
“Ms. L/n” You hear ring out from the front of the room.
Your heart drops.
“Meet me in my office.” He says. It sounds like he meant it lightheartedly, but something in your gut tells you there is something else to it.
You grab your book bag and your water bottle and make your way up the auditorium stairs and down the hall to his office as quick as your legs could take you.
The large mahogany door seemed heavier than usually as you forced it open to enter the office. The doctor walks behind the large desk in the corner and drops his belonging next to it. Leaning on the desk, he slides his hands over his face with a heavy sigh.
“Come up with an excuse yet, Ms. L/n?” The Scottish voice had a low timbre and dripped like honey when he said your name.
“No sir, I just didn’t quite-“
“Enough.”
The pure command in his voice made you freeze in your tracks. Walls of the office felt like they were closing in on you. Despite the anxiousness, your heart hammered against your chest with intrigue at his change in demeanor. His eyes had a different glint thanhis normal curiosity and seemed as if a storm was brewing behind them. You’ve gotten to know your professor quite well over the semester, with many debates over topics you found fascinating outside of class, but this seems more consequential. Darker. Powerful. Calculated, but almost holding back.
“Come here”
Breath died where it laid in your lungs as you watch him gesture to where he is standing behind the desk. You walk slowly, your heeled boots clacking on the hard floor as you approach the desk. He leads you by the wrist to look at what is on his desk, a copy of the syllabus open to the attendance policy.
“Read it”
Shock registers, and you turn to look at him. “What?”
“Read. It.”
The doctor presses his palm to your back and pushes lightly to where your torso is flat over the desk. Suddenly aware of his presence behind you, you lay your palms on either side of the paper and begin the read.
“Regular attendance is expected for all class sessions-“
Smack
“Louder.”
His hand reaches into your hair, pulling your head back toward him. Your heart jumps in your throat and your mouth hangs agape. The only thing alerting you to what just happened is the sting on your behind. Rather in shock or out of pleasure, you continue.
“T- tardiness-“
Smack
”Don’t stutter.”
The sting finally registered and a sound almost escaped your lips. His tone was unreadable. Neither angry nor lustful, his timber was indecipherable.
“Tardiness extending beyond 15 minutes will be counted as an unexcused absence.”
“Good Ms. L/N, keep going”
Your heart jumped into your throat and the praise was sent directly to your core, not unlike the strikes he delivered earlier. You could feel him closer behind you now, his warm body pressed against the fabric of your skirt.
“Oversleeping and lack of transportation are not valid excuses”
“Can’t use those, now can you Ms. L/N?”
The professor’s hands felt rough against the skin of your thigh as it grazed its way up to begin to lift the pleated cotton of your skirt. Breath came in quick pants as arousal flooded your senses.
“Consequences for chronic absenteeism include suspension or removal from the course in its entirety” You conclude, finishing the tardy section of the syllabus.
“So I return to my question…” Swift fingers slide across the slick fabric of your underwear, drawing an involuntary noise from your throat. “What is your excuse?”
“I don’t- I don’t have one”
“No?” The condescending tone slides over your mind as he traces your clit over thin fabric.
Suddenly a long thin finger slides into you, eliciting a full moan from your throat.
“Cat got your tongue?”
A second finger joins the first. The stretch feels absolutely delicious.
“So eager, I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into you then, love”
You barely register his deep Scottish timbre before you are flipped over and laid down, back flat on the desk. The underwear the doctor worked his way into suddenly lays torn on the floor as the skirt you wear is hiked up over your thighs. Following quickly is your shirt and bra, hurriedly hiked over your breasts. Rough palms cover your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples. Moans pour out of your throat as pleasure arises. A hand leaves your breasts to pull down the fabric of the doctor’s dress pants, boxers following suit. He pulls his hands off you for a moment, pulling away leaving you cold from the temperature change.
“Are you sure this is alright?”
His tone seems genuinely concerned, like cold water has just been poured on his head and he’s woken up.
“Yes, professor”
“Call me that again”
His voice has some roughness back to it’s tone.
“Yes… professor”
“Oh, y/n” He practically growls, control snapping and using his hands to line himself up with your entrance. Slowly he enters you with a brutal stretch you wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world right now. Every inch of him hitting all sensitive spots within you. You see stars when he bottom out, pulsing around him with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. He grabs your thighs and presses them back toward your torso, hitting an even more unimaginable angle and begins to thrust. His hips snap back and forth with the stamina of a much younger man. Eyes roll back into his head and he blindly reaches for you. The softness of your stomach, the feel of your tits, his rough hands grazing your nipples, one hand wrapping gently around your throat, and finally bruising kisses to your lips.
The pace he sets is brutal and his thrusts begin to falter. In a desperate attempt, his hands reach down between your bodies and frantically rub your clit. It takes little to send you over the edge, as your body gushes and squeezes his cock. The doctor and all his control slips and he spills into you with a groan and a few more thrusts to get you both through your highs.
He remains in you as you pant from your escapades. You feel a hands slide gently down your face, silently checking if you are okay after everything. Your foreheads collide together as you breathe heavily.
”Y/n?” The doctor says gently.
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Learn to make bullshit excuses”
“Not making one ended me up here, now didn’t it, professor?”
The fire lighting his eyes had you knowing you were in for it for the night.
