professor john price is a man far from being an complete idiot, he knows how to communicate with people, where to press to get what he wants, where to change the volume and pitch of his voice, how to see right through pretenses, and he sees how you stare at him, here and there, under fluttering eyelashes, with dilated pupils, with darting eyes, hiding away when he meets your gaze with his own, disciplined cold, blue color dazzling, even more than the sun against which you squint, just to find him with your lingering gaze.
silly, young thing, you have so many years ahead, so many boys of your age, but you cling to the way the muscles in his arms twitch, exposed by the rolled up sleeves of his blouse, showing his sinewy forearms, skin covered with webbing veins, a smattering of dark, thick hair, down to his long, broad fingers as he turns the pages of a book, grabs a chalk, stretches his arms out, you notice every movement and scar, eyes round and full of sweet, dazed admiration which causes you to bite down the pillowy flesh of your bottom lip, pull at the plumpness with your teeth and make his gaze narrow at the uncontrollable action, growl under his warm breath, blunt nails digging into closed palms.
you should know better, notice that john is trying to avoid you, as an older, wiser, and more responsible individual, but you you persist in trailing behind him, appearing around the corner of the corridor, on his right hand, meet his gaze nearly without blinking, fixing an overlooked button on his stuttering chest, brush the cigar ash from his graying mutton chops instead of merely drawing attention to the stray particles, you know what you're doing, or maybe it's just a game of his mind that he loses so easily, he is no longer sure.
it's a lapse in control, a gross omission that he allowed himself, and immediately paid for it, when even when he closed his eyes, the image of you flashed before his eyes, keeping him from sleeping, when he started to imagine everywhere the subtle, lung dwelling scent of your perfume, your smiles, the light, gentle laughter that accompanied some of his jokes, you turned him into a madman, a man who hunted you around campus like a hound dog, just to see you, hear you, and touch you, so that he could not sleep at night again, irritated sclera, and palms stained with something that could not be scrubbed off or told about.
john has no idea what happened or how long ago you filled a once empty, locked space in his chest with your presence, you make him fantasize about things he shouldn't, which is taboo, disgusting, and incredibly tempting, to imagine what it would be like if you spread your legs wider, just for him, lifting your skirt to your pretty, sodden panties and tease him with outline of your puffy folds, imagine your supple skin under his rough pads of fingers, under his hungry lips, and his scratching beard, how you would call him, sir, professor, john, how you would sob in pleasure.
something has changed, because now your professor returns your frequent glances, looks at your face even when you break contact, turning away with a swoop of eyelashes and warming cheeks, smiles at you with a slight lift to the corners of his lips, hiding beneath his moustache, eyes narrowed with warmth, exposing deepening wrinkles around them, everything you wanted is now given to you on a platter, and all you have to do is go up to him after lectures, close the common trap.
Omg can you please do another check in on your yes sir series ? I love it so much!
Thank you so much! I've always had a tropical vacation idea for the two of them, so I'll certainly think about a new timestamp this summer. If anything it would be worth it to find out how many babies Jess talked Sam into having. 😆 Glad you love the series and that it still has followers years later. Means the world!
Even though i thought this was just going to be a two part fic, ive decided to make it longer.
Next part should be up tomorrow.
Catch up below
Part 1
Present Time
Y/N cant help but think back to that night as she lays watching Julia Roberts and Richard Gere fight after the Polo Match in Pretty Woman. Maybe she shouldn't have walked out on John the minute he uttered those 5 words. Maybe she should have stayed and tried to make him see sense. Who was she kidding. She could have stayed for hours begging but that stubborn old fucker had made his mind up and she was way too proud to beg someone to choose her.
After a few more days of crying and being angry at the world Y/N had to go back to work. Thank god her work place was nowhere near John. Y/N worked in a publishing house called Simon & Schuster, and even though her degree was the reason she met John but she got that job and that degree all on her own. Y/N made sure that was clear from the beginning of her relationship with John. This had apparently made her English Professor want her more and that's how this all began.
Walking into work she was greeted by her boss Sara, who on a good day wasn't very pleasant. Sara was the Editor in Chief of the publishing department so it was Y/N's job to report to Sara and acquire and read manuscripts and pass them on. But most of the time Y/N just took manuscripts off Sara and edited them to her liking and threw the not so good ones in the bin. Sara always reminded Y/N of Sandra Bullocks character in The Proposal.
" Y/N wow a week off? did somebody die?" Sara Asked, ever the optimist this woman.
"No Sara i was just very sick but i'm back and ready to be put to work. " Y/N told her in the hopes it would end the conversation.
Sara looked Y/N up and down and must have decided her answer was okay because she went straight to business and told Y/N there was 42 manuscripts waiting for her on her desk.
After a long week of working and trying to get threw 42 manuscripts Y/N was actually starting to feel okay, sure she still missed John and okay she cries every break time when shes alone but it's okay. Work will keep her busy and maybe instead of picking up just wine and ice cream at the corner store tonight on the way home Y/N would actually catch some dinner with a work colleague. Jenny was always asking for her to have a drink every friday at the end of the day. Y/N never said yes because she always ran home to John, he never made her do it but Y/N did anyway so she could see him as soon as possible.
Y/N was walking towards the elevators to leave when she seen Jenny with a few others she had seen around the office. Now was as good as any time to build up the courage and ask Jenny if she could join. If she said no she said no, i mean Y/N did say no for 6 months. Maybe she should just go home to her wine and ice cream.
" Hey Jenny? is that invite still open? " Y/N asked walking up behind her at the elevator.
Jenny turned around and upon seeing who it was smiled. "Of course Y/N, it's about time you said yes" she told her.
Y/N should have said yes to drinks and dinner with Jenny months ago, they were currently onto their 3rd cocktail and second bar of the evening and loving life. She had learned the other girls were actually really nice and not at all stuck up like Y/N had assumed. Another of the girls, Olivia was currently going through a break up as well but unlike Y/N she was already onto the stage where she's ready to try moving on and is currently chatting up a guy at the bar. Y/N was definitely not there yet, she still had a hard time looking at the pictures of her and John in the apartment.
Y/N was feeling very buzzed and she lost count of the amount of cocktails she had and once Jenny had brought out the tequila shots that was it, she had to leave or she would be out all night. Y/N decided a uber was her safest option right now. She was standing on the corner looking at her phone waiting her the uber who was 7 minutes away. in her drunken state she thought it would be okay to ring John. Just check in with him she told herself.
So close to pressing call over the last 3 weeks now that she was actually calling him her heart was beating out of her chest. Ring..... ring..... Ring.... Hang up Y/N he's not going to answer
He fucking answered
"Ba.. Y/N? " was he going to call her baby?
"John? "
"Yeah its me Y/N. Everything okay? its 1 in the morning" john told her his voice sounded husky like it did first thing in the morning. Y/N stop it
" erm I'm Dnunk, I mean Drunk." Shit Y/N get yourself together
" Drunk? Y/N where are you right now?" she could hear him sighing.
" I'm waiting for my Uber John, i don't have to tell yuo anything anymore " she slurred.
"you rang me baby"
"goodbye John" Y/N told him as she hung up on him. She was still baby to him, just a slip of the tongue maybe?
Her Uber driver beeped at her and that was the end of the drama. Y/N went home and found her ice cream and still ended her night crying into a pint of ice cream over John Winchester.
So this is going to be a 2 parter of more as i haven't finished it yet. But here is my first piece of fanfiction.
John X reader
This is an AU
Professor!John x Past!Student Reader
John Winchester is the reason why in the 95 degree heat outside in the middle of summer in Lebanon, Kansas that you are stuck inside in the dark watching crappy romance movies. That stupid, idiotic, beautiful man broke your heart, all because he was afraid of people would think. i mean i get it i really do, the gap between is huge but who cares?
John Winchester is a coward.
John was sitting in his office staring off into space when the phone rang.
“Hello professor Winchester speaking”
He must have listened to the Dean of the college bulshit on for a good 45 minutes before he got a word in. Chuck Shurly wasn't a man who needed a reply when speaking, half the time a grunt would suffice.
“Look Chuck I’m a bit busy a the moment, if i say yes to attending this fundraiser will you leave me alone?” John asked growing more agitated by the second.
“Jesus John you okay pal? that doesn't really sound like you”
God damn chuck for picking this moment to become concerned about me.
“Sorry chuck just a rough day is all. I’ll say goodbye now if you don’t mind”
John didn't even give him the chance to reply before he hung up.
Since the argument he had with Y/N a couple of nights ago he couldn't and didn't want to think about anything else expect his girl and how he had fucked up.
He cant get the look of absolute pain and anger on her face out of his head. No amount of alcohol could make him close his eyes without replaying that scene in his head.
A few nights ago
John watched as Y/N got into the car. She wasn't too happy with the subject of their dinner. Even though she hadn't been his student for 6 months now, in fact she wasn't anyone's student for 6 months as she had finally graduated. John still wanted to keep their relationship a secret for a little longer. They had kept is quite for a year and a half already.How they weren't sure but people who did know didn't seem to mind so Y/N didn't understand this new revelation.
Y/N stormed up the steps to Johns apartment. she opened the door and closed it before he could get in.
She was so fucking mad.
The Door opened and closed behind her meaning her dear old boyfriend had come in.
“ Sweetheart?” john asked very carefully
“ Oh its still sweetheart is it? thought maybe you'd just call me Y/N from now on to stop people from getting suspicious of our relationship. Are you really that ashamed of me that you want nobody to know i’m yours?” Y/N said. tears pooling in her eyes.
“ Baby you know that is not it, of course that not fucking it!” John was getting mad now too.
“sure fucking seems like it John!! You want another 6 months of having to hide out in your apartment or going to restaurants outside the Goddamn town!” Y/N yells
John doesn't say anything back at first he just moves further inside the apartment and walks towards the drinks cabinet to pour the both of them a stiff drink. He knows by now better than to come at Y/N straight away when shes feeling like this. even giving her a few minutes to calm down and it hopefully wouldn't turn into a shouting match between them.
Y/N went to change out of the clothes she wore to dinner muttering under her breath that john being quiet and pouring them a drink was not going to stop her from saying what she thought and if that included screaming at john then so be it.
Y/N walked into the living room and john was already sitting down sipping on a whiskey, one on the table for her she presumed. Y/N ignored the drink and sat down across from him. She was not letting this go yet again. the had spent months arguing over this, there wasn't a reason anymore for hiding anymore.
“Baby Girl before this escalates i’m going to clear up a few things okay? “ johns asks Y/N and proceeds when he gives a slight nod in his direction. Ooh baby girl is pushing it tonight
“Y/N i am not nor will i ever be ashamed for being with you. I love you. So fucking much. i just want to slowly ease our family and friends into it, into being okay with us. You saw what happened tonight -
“God John really? is that what this is about? Some old woman who we don’t know assumed i was your daughter? News - fucking -flash babe she wont be the last to think that!”
John doesn’t want to fight. All he wanted was a nice meal with his girl and come home and chill. Hell he wasn't even thinking any of the fucked up thoughts in his head right now until that fucking old bag opened her mouth. he cant help but think hes too old for this shit.
“Y/N i just think we should wait a little bit longer is all, C’mon baby please don’t be mad.”
“ John I've spent the last 15 months hiding, i cant do it anymore. Im 26 years old. I have made my mind up along time ago. Its you for me. Always will be.I don't care what anyone thinks, please don't do what i think your going to do.” Y/N begged.
She knew John like the back of her hand and could tell the awful things running through his head right now. Things like how he was too old for her, or how people would judge her and how she deserves someone younger who can give her a family. John always said he did the whole children thing already with his boys and wouldn't do again now he was older.
“John if your bringing all this shit up again because you think i deserve better or someone younger then you need to stop this. “ Y/N pleaded with him .
She got up off the chair and walked over to John and stood between his opened legs.
“ Baby don't do this okay? This is what i want. I told you i was fine with no Kids”
“THAT'S THE GOD DAMN THING Y/N, you shouldn't have to be okay with no having fucking children because your with an old man” John told her pushing her away and getting up from his seat.
Y/N ran after him to the kitchen, begging him and trying to get him to see sense.
“ But i did fall in love with and older man, John i knew going into this what that could mean.” she whispers, half afraid he can't hear her.
There’s a moment of silence between them that stretches a bit too long. Y/N knows then what's coming. He's made his mind up for her. Her opinion and feelings bedamned.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like johnlock.
You: [Accidentally sent to Professor!John. Sherlock is 20] It's obvious that he's clearly a fantastic lover and a bisexual, Lestrade. However, need I remind you, I doubt he'd risk his job to romance with a student. SH
Stranger: I gave my number to the class for emergencies, you know. JW
You: Oh. Apologies, Mr. Watson. SH
Please forget I accidentally sent this. SH
Stranger: So you're interested in one of your professors? JW
You: I never insinuated that I was the one with the interest. SH
Stranger: Ah, I suppose you didn't. JW
You: So there is no need to assume. SH
Stranger: Well, I'd advise whatever student to proceed with caution. JW
(delay) It's against the rules, if the student is enrolled in the class. JW
You: I'm sure they are aware of that. SH
Stranger: Are they? JW
You: It's likely why they haven't made any advancements. SH
Stranger: They've flirted, though. I imagine. JW
You: Could be possible. SH
Stranger: Very frustrating for the professor, I imagine. J
You: Likely more frustrating for the student. Knowing they can't have what they want. SH
Stranger: End of term is rather close. JW
You: Yes, it is a month or two away. SH
Stranger: Well, I hope your friend can be patient enough. JW
You: That is, if the professor is even interested in return. SH
Stranger: What's your friend like? JW
You: Intelligent. SH
Stranger: Interesting? JW
You: Possibly to some. SH
Stranger: Mm... Professors aren't a very exciting breed. Might get boring. JW
You: I believe my friend thinks this professor is an exception. SH
Stranger: Why's that? JW
You: You'd probably have to ask them. SH
Stranger: Well, I wouldn't want to pry. JW
You: I'm aware that they think this professor is far more intelligent then the rest. SH
Stranger: That's always good. One of the science professors? JW
You: I believe so, yes. SH
Stranger: One of my colleagues, then. JW
You: Possibly. SH
Stranger: Well. Good luck to your friend. JW
You: Again, I doubt it would work. Even though they're quite hopeful. SH
Stranger: Never know what could happen at end of term. JW
You: I suppose you are correct. SH
Stranger: (time skip?)
You: ((Sure!))
Stranger: ((paragraphs too?))
You: ((If you'd like (: ))
Stranger: ((great, i'l start!))
Stranger: John watched the class as they poured over their final exam before looking back at the papers on his desk that he was nearly finished grading. It was almost cruel that he'd then have another stack to take care of, but that was the life of a teacher. By the last ten minutes, only a few students were left, and soon John had to call time, "Pencil's down, turn in what you have, I'm sure you've all done fine, going by the look of who's left." he said with a fond smile as the students that were left, his eyes resting on Sherlock Holmes'. He was actually surprised that Holmes was still within the classroom, since the young man often took off after ten minutes with a perfect score.
You: It was easy, really. He'd finished within thirty minutes, a bit longer than normal, but knew that his answers were almost entirely correct. Really, John's tests weren't extremely difficult. Neither were his other exams. However, instead of leaving, the brunet instead stayed. It was finally the end of the semester, technically, now that their exams were almost finished. Sherlock knew that he could ask, and John was unlikely to loose his job over it. Of course, they would need to wait to participate in anything public until marks were given, for precaution. Except, the brunet was getting ahead of himself. John Watson was his professor. And he was the weird one that people disliked. Still, Sherlock was tired of sitting by while John was available, his every movement attractive to the young man. Sherlock watched as the other students handed in their papers, and he stood, heading towards the desk. He wished he had more confidence in this area.
Stranger: He leaned back against his desk, accepting the papers and shaking the hands of a few of the students that he especially liked, wishing them luck in whatever they planned to do. He turned to see Sherlock, accepting the young man's test and looking it over before he set it aside. "You enjoyed the course, Holmes?" he asked with a soft smile, "I know you weren't too challenged by the material." he chuckled.
You: Sherlock couldn't help but give a small grin, chuckling under his breath. "Yes, well, I was definitely entertained," he assured, slipping a hand in his trouser pocket. "Between watching Saunders answer every question and Anderson and Sally try to snog when you weren't looking, it was definitely, shall we say, interesting. And you did inform me of a few things, I must admit." It had been months since their accidental phone conversation, however Sherlock worried that John hadn't forgotten. Surely he was going to make a fool of himself.
Stranger: "Well, for an introductory biology course, I didn't expect many people to take it seriously." John hummed, "Lot of people just after their basic requirements, think it'll be easy.. I do like to make it somewhat challenging. And I've read the professor reviews online." he said, standing up straight again. "I was rather worried seeing you in my roster, you're quite infamous among the other teachers. Youngest in your year, aren't you?"
You: "Youngest, yes. And not liked by many," he added, with a roll of his eyes. "I was intelligent enough to join this school at an earlier age. I wanted to take more advanced things, but their extension only goes so far." The brunet closed his mouth - he was rambling - and he leaned back against a desk casually. "You've done a far better job than most professors, or so I've heard. You should congratulate yourself for that, at least." John had also done a far better job than everyone on the planet in getting into Sherlock's mind.
Stranger: John smiled, "Coming from you that's quite an honour." he said, beginning to put the ungraded papers in his briefcase. Sherlock had lingered behind much longer than students would usually so... well, not to say John was nervous, he just wanted to make sure that Sherlock was actually interested. "Do you have any more exams today?" He asked casually.
You: "No. Two tomorrow, though. They are extremely easy. They won't take me long. Then I'm finished," he replied, with a soft smile. "You teach a lower level psychology class, correct? I believe that exam is around the same time of my last one." The brunet felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Ah, that was Lestrade, likely. Asking him how it went. But it hadn't. Not yet. He never became worried, not about most things. Feelings, on the other hand, and emotions, he was definitely not very experienced in those areas. Perhaps he should just say it straight out. John could go for coffee with him. Or dinner.
Stranger: "Oh, well, if you're going to be free for the rest of the afternoon, would you like to join me for lunch? I was going to grade these at the local cafe over a sandwich and tea.." John offered, though the space of silence between them after he asked was almost painful. "Sorry, was that overstepping my bounds?"
You: ((Ah, my power just went out, are you still there?))
You: Well, maybe he didn't have to ask after all. Sherlock was rather shocked, to be honest. He'd never expected that his professor would ask him out. Or, at least, it seemed like he was being asked out. "No, it's fine. It's alright. Yes, I think I could manage joining you for lunch. I'd like that, actually," he finally said, after a few minutes of shocked silence. The brunet gave a soft smile, albeit a nervous one, and pulled on his coat.
