Professor! Pedro eating you out on top of his desk during after hours
That’s all
it'd be after hours, it's almost midnight. you're his teaching assistant and you volunteered to help him grade papers, but it quickly escalates to your skirt pushed up to your waist and your legs hooked on his shoulders while he's on his knees in front of his desk.
you've knocked his pencil holder off the edge will scattering the stacks of essays on the ground. he's humming into your pussy while two fingers flutter against your g-spot. the only source of light is the desk lamp that's inches from joining the pencil holder. "baby, please-" you mumble, lacing your fingers through his hair. the light tugs only encourage him further.
he's so lost in your pussy that nothing else mattered nor was anything going to break his attention. pedro has been starved for a month because of winter break. when you walked through the doors earlier, he almost canceled class.
when he finally pulls away, just for a moment, you look down to see his chin glistening with your juices. he locks eyes and without breaking the contact he lets his spit drip off his tongue onto your clit.
Professor!Pedro Pascal x Teaching Assistant!Reader
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Masterlist
*All Pictures used (unless stated otherwise) will be found on my pinterest linked in the masterlist*
Story Warnings: MDNI 18+ (mostly in the off chance that I choose to explore heavy themes later on. This will obviously be updated at a later time) Crocs(yes that has a warning, i’m kind of obsessed with wearing crocs and currently own 2 pairs hopefully more in the future)
Story Content Tags (most of this is mentioned in later chapters.): Meet-Cute, First person perspective, Age-gap(F28/late 20s/early 30s x M40/late 30s/early 40s), Art references, new york nonsense written by a non-new yorker, spanish/spanglish, Lots of college technical talk, this was kinda based off a dream, crocs, College AU, AU where pedro isn't an actor/famous, slightly proofread… sorry for typos i'm trying guys😭😭😭
Chapter Summary: Reader comes to a possibly devastating realization on the way to the gallery, however Pedro remains his goofy-golden retriever self. Also Sarah Paulson is there, she’s a fellow professor at NYU and seems to be friends with Pedro… maybe more?
LATE JUNE(PICKING UP AFTER CHAPTER 1):
With my outfit layed out, I slept like a baby with dreams of that sharp nose and bronze skin. The soft caress of his fingers against mine, those gentle puppy dog eyes like pools of warm cocoa. Pedro was in my dreams that night and the anticipation to see him again was almost palpable. I woke up that morning almost with a start, a jolt to rise from the sweetest slumber I had ever had. I got dressed and went about my day completing some lighter chores that I had left till the last minute. With a belly full of breakfast and a latte in hand, I slipped on some shoes at the door and went on my journey to see the man that’s invaded my dreams. On the way to the gallery I had a lot to think about, mostly the fact that when I looked at the fliers, both for the TA/Professor gallery and Pedro's…it was the same flier… I knew I had seen the flier before but I didn’t think it was the same flier I had seen earlier that day. In the back of my mind, despite having only thought about Pedro the whole morning, there was still a creeping feeling that the goofy loveable handsome Pedro I met yesterday…. Is my boss… or pseudo boss?? Or whatever, is the same Pedro that emailed me… the painting professor. It’s not exactly wrong if, per say in future, we were to pursue a relationship… IF that ever happened, not saying it would, but it wouldn't be bad if it did. He’s not my teacher… he’s a coworker… that’s higher up than me but he’s not the one ‘signing my checks’, sort-of-speak. The whole situation is conflicting, I mean there’s no denying that Peter/Pedro from the cafe is Peter/Pedro from my emails, he said it himself, his job has to do with painting and it's the same flier. There’s no way that they’re not the same person… there’s no way that there’s 2 Pedro’s/Peter’s both doing a job having to do with painting, having an art gallery AT THE SAME TIME IN THE SAME PLACE WITH THE SAME FLIER AREN'T THE SAME GUY. I worried about these intricate details, wringing my hands anxiously before texting him to ask if he wanted a coffee on the way there; just another way to delay the inevitable. I arrived with my watered down latte and his 6 shots of espresso over ice, still can’t believe he drinks this. The place was lively, there was light music playing in this brownstone walk-up that sat between an apartment and a warehouse turned studio. It wasn't too far from where campus resides, we were about a 10 minute walk in the direction of greenwich. I sent him a text letting him know I arrived and that I’d wait outside for him with his coffee.
Out walked the man of the hour. He strutted out in a fuzzy cardigan, no shirt underneath, his messy mop of hair now a quaffed wave of tresses trickling down the back of his head like a soft waterfall. A gold chain adorned his neck surrounded by a light smattering of chest hair. His dress shoes clicked against the concrete as he lifted his sculpted arms, fingers decorated with rings, to pull me into a warm hug. “Oh my god! I’m so glad you could make it! AND you brought me coffee!?” He exclaimed holding me out at arms length, inspecting my outfit and face almost like he’s committing my look to memory. “I mean it was on the way and I wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to celebrate my new friend!” my worries were still in the back of my mind, but on the forefront was how good he looked and how I should be enjoying myself. “By the way I hope you don’t mind, but most of the people here are colleagues from work plus some grad students that’ll be working alongside us for the semester. I mentioned I’m a professor right?” He gestures to the people inside and then looks around as he speaks, ultimately stopping to stare at me as he says the words that I dreaded the most. “Um no, you didn’t! But… there’s actually something I wanted to-” As I get to the topic that’s been flooding my mind, we get interrupted. “Hey! Sorry to cut in! Pedro we’re ready to have like the speech thing, everyones mostly here. Except for your TA… she RSVP'd but like I dunno.” What I’m assuming is a fellow professor, mutters the last part as though thinking out loud. “Oh! Ok thanks! Um Y/N this is Sarah Paulson, a theatre professor at NYU and a super close friend of mine. Sarah, this is Y/N, we met a couple days ago, remember the girl I told you about?” He introduces us as he holds both our hands. They talked about me…wait..they talked about me? THEY’RE CLOSE FRIENDS AND THEY TALKED ABOUT ME?! “Oh yeah, THIS clumsy bitch loves to make people bust their asses! It’s like the spacial awareness isn’t there or something.” Sarah laughs, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, head leaning against his, as she busts his balls about his goofy behavior. “Why don’t we go inside so you can see some of the pieces, maybe you can make some more friends while I have a short convo with some of my coworkers and the grad students?” He leads me in, his large hand guiding me by my lower back as Sarah strides in front of us. The warmth from his hand spreads throughout my whole body just as he levels himself to whisper in my ear “Don’t worry about her, she loves to tell people how much of a mess I am, while being a mess herself…that’s probably why we’re soulmates in a sense” the last part is muttered in thought, almost like I wasn't meant to hear it. Soulmates? Well that complicates things...more so than they already were…
Now's the best time to tell him, otherwise I'll never get to say it. “Hey so before we walk in there’s something I need to tell you…” I pull him aside so as to not block the entrance. “Yeah? What’s up?” he says, those puppy dog eyes boring into my soul, concern written all over his face. “So..”
To be continued…
Note: If you can’t find chapter 1 for whatever reason (it doesn’t wanna show ip in the pedro pascal x reader tag for some reason) you can find it on the masterlist linked above alongside the prologue and this chapter and any future chapters.
professor! pedro fucking you before class starts 
"bu-but class starts in- fuuck-" he slammed into you again, "stop worrying." his voice is stern and you don't dare make another comment. the whole time your eyes were fixed on the clock behind him- watching as the minutes got closer and closer to the start of class.
his office was just off of the classroom and the thought of students piling into the lecture hall while his cock is buried inside you? you would never admit how much you enjoyed the rush.
"m'gonna cum-" you whimper, now digging your nails into his back. pedro is right behind you and spills ropes of cum into you. your eyes widen at the realization of what he had done. "sit up front today, i wanna see those soaked panties," he smiles, kissing your cheek.
professor! pedro teasing you while you’re doing your homework
you’d be over at his apartment while working on your assignments for other classes (as well as his). your legs draped over his lap while he reads over work of his own. your reading the assigned reading, he so generously had assigned. when he glances over you you, you look so focused and your highlighter cap hangs from your lips.
pedro slides his hand between your legs, but you don’t even acknowledge it- he chuckles and begins to rub your inner thigh gently, every so often sliding it up higher. soon you catch on to just how high his hand had gone. “i’m reading,” you mumble, “i know, take a break,” he doesn’t break from his paper.
you laugh, “it’s for your class,” you bring the book down, widening your thighs. “even more so for you to take a break, i’ll teach it to you later-” he kisses your leg, shifting his body to fave you.
“hmm, i don’t kno-“ you’re interrupted by a moan, his fingers had slipped up your sleep shorts and his finger dipped inside you. “you’re s’wet f’me,” he inhaled, pushing his fingers deeper. “s’tense, i really think you need a break, my love.” your book rests on your chest and your eyes flutter back, all you can manage to do is nod
I feel like professor pedro is really into eye contact , if he catches you not looking at him during a lecture he will make you pay for it later
yes!! professor!pedro is 1000% an eye contact guy!!
he’s watching you throughout the lecture and making sure your eyes are on his. you’re trying your best to pay attention to whats being taught, but the way he stares at you makes your thigh squeeze together.
professor!pedro smiles to himself when he sees you getting worked up or when you’re clearly flustered
the times you’re not paying attention or he can see your easily distracted, he’s calling on you during class or directing questions your way- making very subtle innuendos that only you’d understand
the worst of all, he’s pulling you aside or emailing you to have a meeting before/after class. the “meeting” results in his hand down your panties and being spread wide open for him- the sternest of spankings too your clit to grab your attention. “we have to work on your focus, sweetheart,” stinging pleasure to your clit makes you whine, “it’s starting to affect your performance in my class”
when your eyes flutter shut, another sting. “eyes on me.”
Okay, but how would Pedro feel if he caught a boy flirting with his favorite student 😏
his knuckles would go white while he grips the textbook and the sight would make it hard to continue teaching. you've both made it known about your mutual interest in each other, but it didn't mean that you couldn't have some harmless fun.
his jaw would clench and he'd dismiss class early- the longer he'd watch you laugh and blush at the boy's words, the angrier he'd get. "i'd actually like to have a word with you," pedro turns around and sees you trying to keep a smile back, the room had cleared out and it was just the two of you.
"is there something wrong mr. pascal?" he chuckles at the sound of his name, "yes, actually, you seem to have your mind elsewhere instead of my lesson?" pedro raises an eyebrow before closing the gap between you. his hand finding the small of your back, "jealous?" "of course." he's looking down at you,
Professor!pedro + daddy/sir kink has my pussy in TEARS I know that man is so sweet irl but behind closed doors he would absolutely dominate you till you’re crying and overstimulated but still begging for more I’ve said too much
AHH
the switch up would be so good, especially bc you know you can get away with it during lectures but when he gets you alone? you’re on your knees in front of him with your hands tied behind your back. he kneels down, fingers on your jaw “you know daddy doesn’t like when you act like a spoiler brat, especially during class.”
he wouldn’t have to do much to get you back in line. professor!pedro doesn’t like edging you, when you cum its so pretty he’d be more of a punishment to himself. so he makes you cum over and over and over again.
“move your fucking hand.” he snaps, holding the vibrator directly to your clit. you couldn’t do anything but take it. your arm covered your eyes and your other gripped the sheets so tight your hand went numb. the pleasure was crashing into like tidal waves. “you’re not done.” pedro snaps his hips into yours, filling your pussy with his dick. you yelp and cry out, whining for him to let you take a break.
“if you need me to stop you know what you need to do.” he reminds you of your word- but you didn’t want him to stop as much as the pleasure was overwhelming.
professor!pedro is sending flowers to your apartment for valentine’s day- if you have class that day when he hands back essays your is attached with a note underneath the cover page. that night he’s picking you up and taking you on a drive to a lake where there are blankets, pillows, wine, weed and takeaway.
