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Mood blurb - Professor, professor!

One thing was clear; he was a dreamy dork.

Professor Cavill had this giggle about him, his eyes always holding a sparkle of joy, of mirth, as he hastily paced through the hallways because he once again forgot about the time.

Too busy reading and most definitely too busy dreaming about Miss Pennywop.

Click, clack, click, clack, his worn soles echoed through the empty stone arches.

Make haste, make haste, make way! Oh students, I am so late! Where did I have to be again? Was it 1.04, 1.40 or nay?

Click, clack, click, clack.

Oh yes, where the professor was a master of the written word, he definitely wasn’t a master of numbers..or memorising where his next class was.

His eyes nervously flicked past the small golden classroom signs. 1.04? He slowed his step as he overthought it once more.

Yes, tis it, I am indeed quite sure.

And thus with a heel spin, he pushed open the door.

A short silence fell and his eyes widened with disbelief, as he looked right at a very surprised Miss Pennywop, OH DEAR!

Blinking she looked at him over the edge of her half-moons, the classroom quiet despite being filled like a sardine can cartoon.

NOT 1.04.

OH dear...oh dear, oh dear!

Blushing fiercely, his lips curled up into a nervous smile. His apologies brisk before he sprinted off in huricane-like style.

Oh dear, my dear, oh NO! What must she think of me now, so?

And despite the roaring laughter that followed him, he couldn’t help but smile the same.

Because she had laughed as well. Her face atwinkle as he had come into frame.

It may have been at his expense, OWEE, and yet he couldn’t help, but think; she smiled, she did, FOR ME!

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phone calls.

Inspired by the iconic State Farm commercial.

*cough**cough* teaser for professor!henry *cough**cough*

I pant, throwing my head back against my pillow, biting my lip to keep from making any noises.

“You still with me, love?” Henry asks, his voice muffled through the phone, his own breath coming out in pants.

“Yes.” I gasp out, trying to stay as quite as possible so my roommate doesn’t hear me. My body is on fire, my thighs and fingers wet from touching myself. My clit tingles with every brush against it, ready to release.

“Such a good girl, waiting for me to tell you when to come.” He muses.

My hearing peaked, hearing as he softly moans as he strokes himself to my noises. How he groans when he adds more pressure.

My fingers work faster, my orgasm right there, just within reach. “Henry! I’m about to-”

“I know baby, me too.” He curses, the sound of him stroking himself even more pronounced.

I make small, whining noises, catching up to the white heat that is licking my spine.

Henry continues so curse and call my name, saying how good I am and how wet he imagines my pussy being. How that when he gets me in his arms again, all the things he is going to do to me.

“Yes! Yes, to all that! Fuck Henry, just let me come and I will give you everything!” I moan, my fingers slipping slightly because of how wet I are.

“Come baby! Come for m-”

“Hey, baby girl! I was just wondering if I could barrow your flat iron?” My roommate asks, walking into my room without knocking.

Pulling my hand from my body and sitting up quickly, makes me dizzy for a moment.

“You okay? Am I interrupting something?” She asks, looking at me with concerned eyes.

“No! Not at all!” I adjust the duvet and run my juice covered fingers through my hair. On the other side of the phone, I can hear Henry cursing at her, calling her a cock block and a few other choice words.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Ugh, Henry, one of my classmates about homework?” I say slowly, as if it was a question instead of an answer.

“Really? In the middle of the night?” She cocks her eyebrow.

“Yes. I was stuck on something and needed help.” I gesture to the forgotten books and laptop on my bed.

“Right...” She walks in and pulls my phone from my hand. “Who is this”? Henry’s response is muffled. “What are you wearing, Henry from class?” She rolls her eyes and tosses the phone back to me. “He sounds hot, and doesn’t seem to talk a lot. Ideal man. I hope you get him before I find him.”

Blushing hard, I keep my phone to my chest, waiting for her to leave.

“Oh, and yes, you can use my iron.” I say, smiling softly at her as she closes the door.

Letting out a breath, I put the phone back to my ear. “Henry?” I whisper.

“I’m still here, baby.” His voice smooth and soft against my ear.

I smile, fingers trailing down my body again.

A/N: What do you think of the teaser? Let me know in the comments!

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