Just a small Drabble about our fave fucked up, dark professor. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Professor Riddle threatens to fail the reader, something she won’t accept. Just pwp
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, degrading, orgasm denial, Tom being Tom, power imbalance
Pairing: Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!student!reader (1.2k words)
“You threaten to fail me? Are you out of your mind?” Her voice boomed through the class room, eyes set on the professor whose assistant she had been for the past months now. His piercing eyes didn’t meet hers, he kept his gaze set on the papers, correcting the homework she had collected minutes ago. All before he had dropped this bomb on her, telling (y/n) that she was about to fail his class. “Look at me!”
“Careful, (y/n).” His eyes snapped up to meet hers, voice sharper than a knife. He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed in front of his chest while staring at her like a snake about to snap at its prey. He had always been a dangerous man, a man whose aura was a warning itself, set on pulling her into his dark trap. But today he had something else to him, something even more ruthless.
“Tell me why!” She was fuming, set on letting go of a piercing scream. This must be a joke, a prank he was pulling on her - her grades were better than most, she was always on time, and when she was working for him, she did everything he asked of her.
“I don’t owe you any explanations. And your behaviour proves to me that you’re not mature enough to work on it. Leave.” (Y/n) didn’t move, she kept staring at Professor Riddle who slowly rose to his feet. A part of her screamed at her to leave, to run before it was too late, but the more stubborn part forced her to stand still and watch his every move. “Is this how you want to play? This is my last warning, (y/n).”
Her body was trembling in anger and need, all while her mind brought back flashes of a similar moment that had happened weeks ago. Back then she had left this room with trembling thighs and his handprint burned into her behind. The following hours had been spent hidden away in her room while pushing herself over the edge numerous times with his name burning on the tip of her tongue.
“I am not scared of you.” She cocked her head, chin pointed in his direction while she looked up at him. It was a foolish game she was playing - a game she was about to lose, but she didn’t care, couldn’t worry about any wins or losses, knowing that whatever would happen between them would count as a win in her book.
“You should be.” His ringed hand found her throat, tugging (y/n) in for a teeth clashing kiss. She moaned into the touch, unable to stop her hands from wandering, from finding the back of his neck to keep him close. (Y/n) felt her surroundings spin, throwing her into another dimension while the professor moved her backwards to heave his TA onto his table. With her legs wrapped around his waist, (y/n) kept him close, not daring to think of parting just yet. “You try to distract me with those pretty little things you wear, you try to make a fool out of me, but you’ll never have this much power over me. You’re mine, (y/n), I’m the one guiding you.”
She could only moan in delight, feeling his hand disappear beneath her skirt to press his fingertips against her clothed heat. Slowly, he began to circle her bundle through the fabric of her panties, feeling them grow damp beneath his touch. A soft chuckle let him, buzzing through both their bodies while his lips moved down her throat, sucking on the spots that drew moans from her.
“You’ve been asking for it for months, so now you’ll take my cock like the desperate slut you are. But I won’t let you cum, not this afternoon.” His words drew a protesting moan from (y/n), eyes wide while she stared at him. No words managed to pass her parted lips, unsure how to speak up as the sounds reaching her distracted (y/n).
Within seconds he had freed his cock, pushing a condom down his length before her panties were tugged aside. Her fingernails left crescent marks on the spot where his shoulder met his neck as he pushed into her, forcing her tight walls to adjust to him. A part of her wanted to beg him to slow down, to give her some moments to relax before taking all of him, but that part didn’t get a chance to speak up, silenced by her loud moans.
Professor Riddle fucked her ruthlessly, he was using her body, set on chasing his own high while sticking to his promise. Tonight he wouldn’t let her cum, at least not for a few hours before finding his way to her.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto the back of his hand which was still holding her throat. She was torn between focusing on the way he perfectly stretched her, about to push her over the edge, and the way he held onto her all too possessively, leaving her heart jumping in excitement.
“This is why I need to keep you around, love.” The nickname had a condescending touch to it, leaving her gasping while she tried to focus on his words. “You’re all for me to use, all for my own pleasure.”
(Y/n) nodded her head while another gasp left her, head wanting to roll back - though without any luck as he kept holding onto her. She felt his cock tearing her apart with every thrust, drunk on the feeling of him fucking her this posessively. With moans ripping their way through her, she clawed at his skin, giving into the subconscious need to mark him up to have the same claim on him.
“What would you ever do without me, huh? You’re so needy, such a pathetic little girl.” She was close to letting go, high on the low tones of his raspy voice, on the way he spoke to her with spite and adoration dripping from his tongue. With one hand still clinging to him, she let the other find her pulsing bundle, circling it a few times to give herself the needed push. Something he instantly stopped her from doing after a second or two.
“I told you I won’t let you cum for now. I don’t make empty threats, love.” More tears fell from her eyes as she stared up at Professor Riddle. Her walls clenched his cock, hoping to pull him into her trap - something he didn’t seem to care for as he pulled out of her to cum on her thighs.
“You’ll wait for me tonight, and perhaps if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”
One Bed (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x Student! Fem! Reader)
Summary: You're on a trip for a research project with your sexy professor...and the Air BNB has only one bed.
Warnings: SMUT ! SMUT! This is one of my mostly smuttier pieces! (loss of virginity, use or professor/student relationship as a kink kind of, some oral sex and p in v sex, a bit of dirty talk and it's unprotected, whoopsies). A mild plot in this one but some sweet, fluffy moments.
Word Count: >2 K. A blurb/smaller oneshot (Prof! Tom just does something to me, okay?!)
Dick-tionary: Smut starts at "Take me. Take me good,” you said" and ends at "Here…let me hold you, YN, please…”.
There was your special trip. School funded. To research the historical context and life of 19th-century romantic authors. One you would take with Professor Hiddleston. The days would consist of visiting old houses and attending lectures in between stuffing yourself silly with sandwiches in tea shops.
All while trying not to secretly oogle the Professor in his suit.
The first day, after a long day of traveling, you attended the first series of lectures. You fought to keep your head from drooping. Both of you ambled down the cobblestoned streets and checked into your stay for the week.
But there was a mishap in the Air BNB. But the location, no- it was still a cozy, comfortable cottage. One of those in England that seemed like a country house that plopped into a city.
The problem was that there was only one bed in that room.
The cottage itself was furnished moderately. The chairs were wooden and rickety. The living room had no sofa.
Professor Hiddleston was going to be a gentleman and try to sleep on the floor or the chairs. The picture of his tall body trying to curl himself up to sleep on one made you almost burst into laughter. He was going to find the host and talk to them.
“It’s big enough! We can just roll away, give each other some space!” you encouraged, gesturing to it.
Before you knew it, you were both in your night clothes. In the bed. A blanket over you.
The beat of your heart raced too fast for sleep. Not to mention your mind for having him near. Seeing him so relaxed. His long curls freed. His glasses were folded in the case on the desk. How his long legs just brushed yours. It was everything in you not to bump your feet flirtatiously to him. Or to even just feel his skin.
It shouldn’t feel this….this…this wrong.
Wrong, wait, you thought, what was wrong?
You both were of age. He was single. You were single. You got along well, incredibly well in fact. He was funny, incredibly kind, wise, and smart as a whip. Not to mention, he was delectable. The way he read Shakespeare out loud would make you wet in a 10 am class. You’d be squirming in his seat as he adjusted his glasses.
When you sat at that lecture, you could see him, Secretly taking glances at you. Your hands just brushed as you took notes. The heat in you jolted you awake and the content of the speech, the reason you were brought here in the first place, seemed like distant white noise compared to his presence close to you.
His breathing was hitching. You heard a rustling. His voice made low and husky, whispering your name.
You turned around.
Before you could process anything, he at once adjusted himself on top of you. Heart beating even harder, feeling his weight pinning you, you began to tremble.
“Pro-Professor?” you asked.
“I don’t care anymore-” he rasped.
He pressed your lips to his. A sound came out of you- you could taste the mint of his toothpaste. He pressed further onto you. Your arms wrapping around to deepen it. He released it, his breath heavy.
“Do you even know what you do to me?” he asked.
You swallowed back the snarky comment that you could feel exactly the effect you had on him brushing against your stomach. Though he was still clothed in his loose white shirt and shorts for sleep. His curls over you. His beard scratches against your skin. Heat rising all over you.
You felt his hands touch you. Tracing down from your breasts to your stomach. And further down. You began to tremble and the pooling sensation was happening between your legs. He reached your neck and pressed a kiss there. An involuntary moan flew out of you. His cock in his pants seemed even more pressed.
“I’ve held back, back for so long, darling, please-” he whispered.
His hand stopped when it reached the hem of your shorts. It released and you nearly whined.
“What…what is it?” you asked.
“I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you,” he whispered.
You were a mess of lust now. You wanted him so badly, and here he was. But yet there was the unknown. The precipice.
“I’ve never…never been with a..a..a…I’ve never-never done this, professor” you stuttered.
He kissed your cheek. His eyes were soft, a smile on his face.
“I’ll make be gentle, my dear,” he promised.
You were shaking and wet and ready.
“Take me. Take me good,” you said.
He kissed your neck again, and you let out another moan.
“No one’s here-you can make a sound, darling. It’s only you. And me…don’t be afraid, I’ll make you ready,” he rasped.
His kiss traveled to your chest. Then his hand worked each front button of your shirt. Ceremoniously. Sacredly. He pushed it slowly away to show your breasts. He kissed down your chest and onto one. His lips traveled your stomach and then his hands slif off both your shorts and drenched underwear.
He kissed you and swung you over. Already you felt yourself arch at him.
“Beautiful….you’re fucking beautiful…” he whispered, seeing your bare form. The moonlight slipped through the curtains giving a silver sliver in the room.
The clothes were thrown aside. You were naked. But he was still donned. He held up your leg, arching your back, grinding air. Your arms dangled before the bed and making sure he heard your whimpers, knew how badly you wanted him. He began kissing the inside of your thigh, held up in his large hand. His eyes shone at what lay between your legs.
“Hear my soul speak…” he murmured, reciting Shakespeare.
His lips traveled up. Closer, and closer.
“The very instant that I did saw you…”
You felt his hot breath right before your soaked entrance.
“My heart did fly into your service…”
His tongue gave a lap. You writhed against him. You couldn’t remember being this turned on. His mouth gave little licks. You held onto the bedrail for life. You were going to burst- but you needed him. It was not enough. You wanted more.
“Please…Please, fuck me, Professor…I need your cock…” you began to beg.
He took off his shirt and you were in near shock at his lean, muscular body.
Your heart jumped at his erect, large cock dripping already. You would make it fit. You wanted it to.
He leaned down, positioning himself right at your entrance. He held a forehead to yours.
“Tell me now you want this…tell me now…and I’ll be slow…”
“I want this…” you confirmed.
You lay down, and his hand flew over yours, holding you in place. He groaned as he entered. He slowly slid in, you were gasping.
“Professor…professor-I…I-oh! Oh god!” you cried out.
The pain came to you and fizzled out. You were gasping aloud. Somehow… you adjusted.
“I’m going to move,” he announced.
He then thrust in and out of you. A slow pace. His breathing was hard. His cock hitting the right spot. You put your hands up onto his chest. One hand of his left yours and lifted your leg to feel the deeper position.
“God-god, yes-yes..” you were groaning.
“Tell me-Tell me, darling, if I- I need to-to be slow- you’re so-so good, doing so good-” he rasped in between them.
But you were craving it. The release. The ravishment.
“Professor-please-harder- faster- fuck me- fuck me-more-please!” you were begging. Already new and you were his whore and you wanted him. In every way possible.
He complied. He brought up the pace. The board of the bed hits the wall gently, and it creaks beneath your weight. His grunts above you, his curls undone. No more Shakespeare now. He went faster, going deeper.
His hand reached down. He found your clit and began to circle it. You leaned back and moaned.
“Yes- professor-there-”
“That noise- that look- you’re going to make me- make me- you’re going to-”
He traced faster. You felt the spinning rise up. He kept murmuring filth to you.
“God, you’re going to make me-make me cum- look-look in my eyes- so you see me- cum, go on-cum darling, yes-fuck, cum- already- cume for me-”
You were spinning, reaching there-
“Yes-fuck, darling- be a good girl- cum for me- I’m going to-I’m-cum for me-I want-want my little student to-to cum- yes-cum for me, cum for me-I’m cumming, darling, I-”
Heaven entered that little cottage as you cried out his name, oblivion breaking on you between those sheets. He arrived there too, flushed and panting hard with his last groan.
“Here…let me hold you, YN, please…” he offered.
You cuddled onto him, feeling his seed drip somewhat on your skin. And your own release pouring out too. He was warm, sweating, and yet soft, comforting as you cuddled him.
“I…I didn’t know…you just…you’re the type to quote poetry during sex…” you breathed out in a joke, your haze.
“You’re poetry itself,” he said with a last kiss on your forehead.
Summer Retreat (Professor!Cumberbatch x fem!reader)
Another Professor!Cumberbatch fic for you, my lovelies. Bringing back mean Cumberbatch with my beloved @little-diable. Once again please go to her profile and say thank you because she is the one that makes me come back to him. As always please reblog and comment and let me know how you are all doing because it has been far too long and I miss you all so much ❤️
Collab with @little-diable
Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, mostly just them pining for each other.
Pairings: Professor!Cumberbatch x fem!reader (8k words)
“AND… DONE!” You shouted as you clicked the submit button, no more uni, no more assignments, and above it all, no more Cumberbatch.
“Don’t be dramatic,” your best friend rolled her eyes, incredibly exhausted of the greek drama that had been your relationship with your thesis supervisor for the last year.
“Do. not. take. this. away. from. me. You didn’t have to spend the entire summer stuck in a library because your dickhead supervisor was just unhappy with every single one of your drafts. You were at the beach while I was stuck reading page after page of redlining. I am free. I will never need to read the name Cumberbatch anywhere.”
“I am proud of you,” she tried to be supportive, although she could barely take you seriously. It was true, Cumberbatch had been an absolute asshole about the whole process but you had not made the whole ordeal any easier, seeking the most complicated topic possible. You yourself had picked Cumberbatch because of his ruthlessness. A challenge, you had called it. So in reality you had absolutely no right to complain. “When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow morning, flight leaves at 3 pm.”
“I can’t believe that out of every possible place in the world, you chose to go stay on a random cottage in the mountains,” she huffed her answer.
“I want to relax, to be away from everyone, from the city, from people, from even the scarcest possibility I will run into him.”
“fair enough.”
…
POV Benedict
The streets were rushing past me, my eyes had a hard time focusing on the sights that were blurred by the rain rolling down the windows of the taxi. I felt my jaw muscles tense at every red light, tightening my grip on my phone as I tried to hold back the angry words wanting to leave me.
I was rushing late, the one virtue I have always taken pride in was my punctuality, forcing students to step out of the lecture halls whenever they turned up just a minute too late. And now I was about to miss my flight, the one getaway I’ve been looking forward to for the past weeks, perhaps even months.
“How much longer will it take us?” My voice dripped with annoyance, eyes finding the ones of the taxi driver through his rearview mirror. The man’s eyes flickered back to the street, murmuring “Five more minutes”, voice laced with a tone that matched mine.
The seconds fading by felt like days I had been forced to endure, staring into the faces of bored students, those that tried to listen but miserably failed to understand simple concepts, those that didn’t even try to pay attention, already accepting that they’d fail my class. And then there was (yn), the one student that had always challenged me, though not with her smart answers or her clever homework, but the determination to watch me struggle.
“We’re here, sir.” With my eyes snapping back towards the driver I forced myself out of my thoughts, pushing a few bank notes into his outstretched hand before I rushed through the airport. I barely focused on the security check, barely focused on the people that called out to me as I pushed past them.
With my eyes set on the terminal counter I rushed past a queue of people wanting to board the same flight I had booked. The woman working at the counter watched me approach with her eyebrows furrowed and her painted lips pulled into a fake smile, waiting for me to start speaking.
“I’ve been stuck in traffic, I’m so sorry! I’m booked for business class.” She watched me for a few seconds, gaze wandering up and down my frame before she slowly parted her lips, about to reply.
“We are all business class here, so have the decency to wait till it’s your turn.” An all too familiar voice rang in my ears, forcing me to slowly turn around. A groan threatened to claw through me as my eyes met the now growing big ones of (yn). “Professor Cumberbatch?”
Well, fuck me.
…
I looked away, ignoring her, trying my best to not let the embarrassment of the interaction tint my cheeks as I stepped to the back of the queue.
I held my head low as I hope she would ignore me too but instead I felt her gaze linger on me.
Brilliant. Exactly what I needed. A student to be on the same flight as me. I felt a migraine start in the center of my forehead. It is okay. It is just the flight I reminded myself. In just four hours I shall be free from anybody or anything related to the university.
I finally arrived at the front of the queue and presented my ticket. The woman at the counter gave me a courteous smile as I walked through, down the hall and into the plane. I scanned the seats for my number and watched as no other than my most consequential sat in the empty seat by its side.
Her eyes were fixated on me, a mix of disbelief and something else in her gaze. She watched me put my bag on the top compartment as I tried my best to keep my eyes away from her. She seemed completely determined to meet my gaze.
I took the seat by her side and exhaled, at least glad to not have missed my flight.
“Vacation?” She interrupted my peace again. Why was she trying to talk to me?
“Yes.” I kept my eyes ahead, her gaze burning against my skin.
“Not a fan of the sea?”
I did not reply, instead putting my earphones on and closing my eyes. This was about to be a long flight.
She seemed to take the hint, making no further attempts to talk to me.
Food was served two hours later. The hostess approached us with a smile, asking us what we would like to eat.
“I will take the soup, the steak and a glass of Sauvignon Noir.” I told the stewardess and avoided turning to look at (yn).
The woman looked at my student, waiting for her response. “Hi Jennie, yes. I will take the same for food, a glass of whiskey for me. Bring Benedict one too.”
I couldn’t help myself, glancing at her, a shocked look on my face as I searched her eyes. She however kept her eyes on the stewardess. I had never heard her say my name. It felt like an insult, a dig at my rudeness.
“Perfect, I will be right back.”
She put her earphones on, not even glancing my way and did not try to talk to me again for the rest of the flight.
…
YOUR POV
Your steps were quick, eyes focused ahead, hoping that you could pick up your luggage before the crowd of people slowly following you would catch up. You didn’t dare look back, didn’t dare look at the hot awful professor who had been sitting next to you, clearly struggling with your closeness.
A proud sense of victory had flushed through your veins as he had stared at you, wide eyes watching you interact with the stewardess, a sense of kindness a man of his kind was no longer familiar with. An awfully rude, stuck up, but fucking handsome man like him.
You could see the luggage bands from afar, sighing in relief as you came to a halt. With your eyes flickering down to your phone you didn’t pick up on the way Cumberbatch studied you, slowly coming to a halt right next to you. No words left either one of you, eyes snapping towards the now approaching luggage.
Your mouth was burning, lips struggling to stay pressed together, but you tried to hold back. As much as you wanted to speak to him, for the fun of annoying him, you couldn’t endure another rude word leaving his mouth, you’d snap, you’d tell him how awful he could be. Nothing you wanted to deal with as your tiredness slowly caught up with you.
One suitcase after another rolled past the two of you, eyes impatiently trying to locate your own luggage, though without any luck. Slowly the crowd around you grew less and less, thinning out as you still waited for theirs.
“Do you think they lost our luggage?” You kept your voice soft, without any strength guiding the words rolling off your tongue. It took the professor a few moments to reply, eyes finding yours as a sigh left him.
“Seems like it, wait here, I’ll try to find somebody.” You got no time to reply, watching the man with his spotless suit disappear within the crowd of other people. But no matter how many people would surround him, your eyes would always find him, the odd one out that never seemed to fit in. His posture was too straight. His curls were too curly. His eyes were too piercing. No matter what it was, he always seemed to add an extra touch that left your insides churning and your blood rushing.
It was pathetic, really, a crush so painful yet so thrilling. There was nothing you could hold onto, no interaction that gave you even the smallest bit of hope that he liked you too, professor Cumberbatch detested you, he avoided you like you were a deadly virus made to kill him, but you couldn’t let go of the thoughts racing through your mind. He was everywhere you went, following you like a shadow, at least the thought of him did.
“Seems like our suitcases didn’t make it here. Where are you going from here? They need an address.” The professor’s voice ripped you out of your daydreams, hazy eyes finding his cold, almost distanced ones.
“At the mountain retreat, it’s about an hour from here, I think.” His eyes grew wider, pupils dilated as if you were threatening him, forcing him to make a decision of life or death. Silent curses left him, words you couldn’t pick up on as you stared at him with confusion laced in you gaze.
“Seems like we had the same plans for our vacation getaway.” Slowly it dawned on you, eyes growing just as wide as you realised that he was staying at the same retreat.
—-
You barely had to do any talking for the next two hours. The professor taking it upon himself to advocate for both of your bags to be delivered as soon as humanly possible to your resort. He had used the same tone he used to speak to you and your classmates, belittling everyone who would not agree or obey his orders instantly.
The airline people could not do much else than agree with him, apologise profusely, and promise him every refund and offer that they could think of.
“You also will be compensated for any clothes you need to purchase until your bags get delivered tomorrow.”
The words finally forced you to clock back into the conversation as your professor turned back to you, giving you your boarding pass and a handful of other papers including vouchers and already filled out forms.
“How were you planning on getting there?” He spoke your way, his blue eyes piercing through you.
“Taxi.”
“You can come with me. I have a driver picking me up.”
“I need to get some clothes for tonight. It-“
“I need to do the same. You have already infiltrated my vacation. I can bear a couple more hours.”
…
“Should we just meet here again in, I don’t know, twenty minutes?” Your voice rang in his ears as you walked through the mall, exhaustion dripped from your words, filling your every vein. The day had been long, adventurous, and somewhat fucked up, thoughts racing, heart pounding, palms sweaty, all thanks to him.
“No, we’ll stick together, I don’t want to waste any more time waiting for you.” His harsh words left you groaning, choking on a quiet “You stereotypical asshole” he either didn’t hear or simply chose to ignore.
The professor walked ahead of you, forcing you to follow him through the store, picking up shirts, dress shirts, another pair of trousers, and some underwear. On another day you’d have studied him intently, would have picked up on every move of his, on every expression tugging on his features, but right now all you wanted to do was hide away, searching the comfort of your bed, of the quietness you had hoped the retreat could offer her.
“It’s astonishing how lost you always are, but it’s good to know that you’re not just like this in my classes.” Once again did his words ripped you out of yours thoughts, blinking a few times to let go of your hazy state. Angry words threatened to leave you, wanting to argue with the stuck up man, but you kept quiet, turning away from him as you browsed through the women’s section.
You felt his eyes on you, watching how you halfheartedly thumped through different sections, picking up comfortable shirts you could wear, trousers, and a new sweater. The second you stepped foot into the underwear section you had expected him to halt, not daring to follow you around like a shadow, but he kept following you, seemingly not picking up on the heat flushing through your system.
You stood by the counter, trying to decide which outfit to take and which to leave as the total would be above the airliners allowance, cursing the Professor for choosing such an expensive store to buy from. The professor however didn’t give you any chance to pick, snatching the clothes from your hands as he turned towards the cashier. You stared at him for a few seconds before your mind caught up with what he was about to do.
“I can pay for the clothes.” But all the professor did was shake his head, silencing you with the way he swiped his credit card, paying for both of your clothes. Your mouth felt dry, hating that your heart began to swell in your chest, once again growing rather fond of the man who acted like he hated you like Menelaus had hated Paris, starting a deadly war that would forever change the course of history.
You could only guess that your stay at the retreat would change your relationship, for better or worse, only time would be able to tell. And with a small “Thank you” leaving you, you followed him out of the store, back to his driver.
…
The car ride to the retreat was deathly silent. You kept your eyes on the street and tried to ignore how nice he looked sitting by your side, just the middle seat dividing you.
He did the same, working on his phone, mumbling under his breath words of disapproval every now and then. You were about to arrive at your stay when he chuckled, calling your attention to him. He turned his screen to you, showing you a pdf document.
“Seems like your dissertation is next.” He chuckled again, but you could barely restrain yourself from talking back, utterly disgusted that he was reading any dissertation as if it was the newspaper, on his way to his luxury vacation. “Expectations are high.”
You didn’t answer, thankful that the car came to a halt. “We are here,” the driver spoke.
—-
The two of you separated as soon as you were out of the car, heading to the reception at your own pace. He arrived first giving you his back as he talked to the woman on the other side of the counter.
She nodded and looked at him as if he was the only thing in the room, as everybody did. He was escorted to his room as soon as he was done talking. He didn’t even look your way or acknowledge the time you had just spent together, simply walking away.
—-
You could barely sleep that night. The thought that that asshole was reading the hardest piece of research you had ever worked on while getting a massage made your blood boil. You turned and tossed in the panties he had bought you, that he had held in his hands together with the rest of the clothes you were wearing.
It made your skin burn, the thought of his touch even just indirectly on you waking a fire inside you. Your mind moved to the way he had commanded everybody at the store, so sure of himself, so decisive. He knew exactly what button-up to get, what cotton shirt, and the pyjama shorts he had gotten. You swallowed loudly, pressing the pillow against your face, trying your best to remove him from your thoughts.
—-
For the next two days you had assumed your professor had rebooked the next flight home and left. You had not seen him anywhere, not even when your luggage had been delivered by the airline.
You had initially tried to convince yourself that it was a good thing. Good riddance. And yet, you found yourself looking for him everywhere, picking your best outfits in case you ran into him at dinner, in the garden for breakfast, in the spa, anywhere.
You couldn’t help but constantly wonder what he was doing. Whether he was done reading your dissertation… whether he had enjoyed it. That night you decided to sign up for a hike the day after. That would free your mind from him, it would finally allow you to enjoy the vacation you had paid so much for.
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With tiredness dripping from your every movement, you found yourself walking towards the meeting spot of the hike, not awake enough just yet. A yawn clawed through you as you joined the small group, a sound that got stuck in your throat as soon as your gaze fell onto an all too familiar face.
This must be some sick joke of fate, you were sure of it.
“Seems like we’re complete. Good morning guys, my name is Daniel, just call me Dan if you want.” Your eyes snapped towards Cumberbatch, unable to bite down your grin as the corners of his mouth were pulled down, he hated nothing more than nicknames, short forms of names that made no sense to the man who found pride in his every title. “We’ve got quite some hours ahead of us, I’d advise you to find yourself a hiking buddy for the upcoming hours, just in case you need some help. Any questions before we start?”
You barely paid Dan’s voice any attention, unable to draw your gaze away from the professor. Where had he been hiding? Had he purposely avoided crossing paths with you? Were you that awful to be around? His hot and cold demeanour towards you always left you with a painful headache, unable to tell what he wanted from you; a childish game he seemed to find enough joy in to keep on dragging it out.
Even though your body screamed for you to move towards him, to force him to be your hiking buddy, as Dan had called it, you didn’t dare move. You watched the others pair up, instantly lured into conversations, small talk you have always struggled with.
“How about you walk a bit with me, huh?” Dan’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts, eyes flickering from his friendly ones towards the piercing, cold ones of Cumberbatch. The man was already staring at you, lips pulled into a thin line. And with a smile glued to your lips, you murmured a tired though friendly “Sure!”
…
You had walked with Dan for about an hour, pulled into exchanges you couldn’t even remember by now. Somewhere along the way your professor had managed to join the conversation, voice dripping with something you couldn’t pinpoint. Perhaps he was simply as tired as you were, perhaps he was annoyed by the cold that nibbled on his limbs, but perhaps, just perhaps, it had something to do with the way Dan kept looking at you.
The guy was handsome, you couldn’t deny it, but yet you found no interest in him, thoughts guided by the way your heart raced whenever Cumberbatch spoke up, focusing on the richness of his voice, on the way he managed to express himself oh so cleverly. Fuck, you felt like a schoolgirl, crushing on a man who’d never pay you enough attention to realise how smart, how cunning, how beautiful you truly were. Longings like clouds moving on the dark sky above, carrying rain that would clash to the earth miles and miles away from where they were supposed to rain down. A hopeless ache. A hopeless longing. A hopeless reality.
“So, what did you do in the last days?” Your voice rang in your ears, speaking the words before your mind could register what you were doing. The professor’s eyes met yours, clearing his throat as he pondered over the question.
“I had to join some last minute meetings, seems like I can’t get away from work, no matter how hard I try.” You couldn’t stop your chuckles from bubbling out of you, a sound that forced his eyebrows to furrow, wondering where your amusement came from.
“As if you’d ever willingly take a break from work. We both know you don’t take any rest.” No matter how hard he tried to stop his lips from forming a small grin, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the teasing. You took it as a win, wondering if you had ever seen him smile - or at least give the smallest illusion of a smile - before.
“Careful, (y/n), you don’t want to mess with me before you get your grade, now do you?” No reply left you, thoughts interrupted by Dan’s voice. The words he spoke echoed through the forest, eyes taking in the beautiful nature you were surrounded by. The trees around you stood tall, shielding your group from the sun threatening to break through the leaves, the scent of the forest, of the muddy soil you kept trodding through crawled up your nostrils, instantly relaxing your muscles.
“Be careful on the next few miles, yesterday’s rain made the ground quite muddy, as you can tell. Don’t hesitate to ask your buddies for some help.” Once again the group started walking, once again you walked next to the professor without speaking a single word. The situation had something awkward though amusing to it, trying to find a conversation topic to break the silence.
But before you could even try to speak up once again, you found yourself slipping, hands grasping the nearest thing you could hold onto before your face would meet the muddy ground. The professor’s hands had shot out to steady you, placed comfortably against your waist. Your eyes met his, pupils dilated as the man stared down on you.
Your heart was racing, pounding in your chest as your eyes started flickering from his eyes to his thin lips. Fuck, you had lost count on the amount of times you thought about kissing him, wondering if and how he’d touch you. You could only guess that he’d instantly dominate the situation, he wouldn’t give you any room to guide, that much you were sure of.
The professor seemed to struggle just as much as you did, hands still glued to your frame, eyes finding your lips. It felt as if you were moving closer, just slowly, carefully, testing the uneasy, unfamiliar waters the two of you kept rowing through like small boats caught in a thunderstorm. The first bolt of lightning struck your boat, setting the wood ablaze, instantly sinking to the cold ground.
Without another warning he pulled back from you, hands finding their way to his sides as if he suddenly got disgusted by his own actions. His eyes found yours once again, just for a short moment, before he started walking. It seemed as if he tried to get as much distance between the two of you as possible, instantly succeeding with his fast steps.
You could just stare at him, giving yourself a few more seconds before you also started walking, trying to swallow down your embarrassment.
—
The feeling of embarassment persisted after the hike. You were thankful when you returned to the resort and went your separate ways. You took a quick shower, trying to remove whatever was left of his touch from your body and then went straight to the sauna, in need of the heat and sweat.
It was perfect, so incredibly perfect. Your thoughts were hazy from the heat and you felt yourself sweat everything out, your stress, your desire for him, absolutely everything and then, just then, the door of the sauna opened. He stood on the other side of the door, a towel around his waist and a frozen look on his face. He was thinking, making a decision. You expected him to close the door again, walk away, the same way he had avoided you for the past three days. Instead, he stepped in, did not utter a word and sat as far away from you as possible.
Neither of you spoke for the next five minutes, which felt like five hours to both of you and then you couldn’t help yourself, the thoughts of your dissertation haunting you all week.
“How is grading my dissertation going?”
He laughed bitterly, glancing your way, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than normal. “Boring read, I have gone through it so many times in the past 3 months that I don’t even know if you deserve a grade. I pretty much designed the whole thing. You barely wrote it.”
Your jaw tensed as he looked away, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wooden board, letting you admire how his adam’s apple bobbed. You wanted to kill him. Asshole. Douchebag. Pi- and yet your eyes were stuck on him, lingering and lowering, following the small droplets of sweat down his firm chest, his stomach, h-
“I am kidding of course. I need to give you a grade. I could not bare having to work on it with you for another year.” He opened his eyes, you whipped your gaze up to him immediately, sadly too late. He had already noticed the way you had been looking at him. Something crossed his gaze but he looked away, almost as if he wanted to get rid of the thought.
“A good grade.” You suddenly spoke and he seemed to be taken aback by your directness.
“We shall see,” he kept his nonchalant tone but you held his gaze, defiant.
“I deserve a good grade. I worked harder than anybody else in the course. Any of your other students.” You spoke leaning forward. Although the two of you were sitting on opposite sides of the sauna, the distance felt suddenly smaller.
He couldn’t help himself, as you leaned forward his gaze flickered to your glistening chest. His throat bobbing before he looked away.
You felt that familiar pull on your centre, feeling your gaze grow slightly hazy as you realised he may be struggling with your proximity as much as you did.
You opened your lips to say something but he stood quickly, breaking eye contact and walking out without saying anything else.
……
With one last glance thrown at your reflection, you stepped out of the elevator. Your shoes met the ground with every cautious step you took, trying to ignore the racing thoughts that wouldn’t ever allow you to rest. Wherever you went, the thought of him seemed to follow you around, whenever you closed your eyes, his piercing ones seemed to stare down on you, forcing you to dream of him.
The past moments you shared with your professor kept racing through your thoughts, making you wonder if he was also thinking of you. Your eyes browsed your surroundings, walking towards the area where dinner was being held, outside in the middle of the mountains, railings decorated with fairy lights, casting a beautiful shadow onto the tables for two.
And there he stood, appearing like Caspar Friedrich’s painting “Wanderer above the Sea of Fog”. With his back turned your way he seemed to admire the area as well, finally allowing himself to breathe calmly. Wordlessly you came to a halt next to him, patiently waiting to be seated, not daring to strike up yet another conversation that would leave you embarrassed and humiliated.
“Table for two?” The waiter’s eyes flickered between your and Cumberbatch’s bright ones, starting to walk towards a table near the railing, not waiting for your reply. The professor’s eyes met yours before he followed the man with a sigh clawing through him, forcing you to mimic his movements, sinking into the comfortable chair in front of him. “I’ll be back in a few to take your orders.”
No words were shared between the two of you as you browsed the menu, wondering what to order, while your thoughts couldn’t concentrate on the printed words, eyes struggling to stay focused. Your body screamed at you to look at him, feeling his eyes burn your skin, like they’d always do whenever your paths crossed, outside of uni or in the middle of his classes.
“So,” he cleared his throat. “Did you enjoy your day?” Your eyes grew bigger, wondering if he was truly trying to start a conversation with you. An unfamiliar warmth flooded through you, eyes forced away from his in an almost pathetic attempt to select fitting words, sentences that wouldn’t give off another bad impression.
“I did, I went on another hike, it’s such a beautiful area, I want to experience as much of it as possible. What about you? Did you manage to take a break from working?” Before he could reply the waiter found its way back to you, carefully listening to your orders, writing down the drinks and dishes your hearts were aching for.
“I tried to take it slow, and finally managed to finish a book I’ve been reading for the past weeks.” You found yourself hanging onto his every word as if he was sharing ancient secrets with you, letting you in on theories not even the smartest scientists were fortunate enough to pick up on. And with another wave of heat flushing through you, you finally were able to relax, letting go of the tension he always forced through your veins.
……
“Oh god, don’t remind me, please, that was horrible.” He tilted his head back as another laugh clawed through him, eyes momentarily fluttering close. Your eyes focused on his hand, watching him reach for his almost empty glass of wine. His adam’s apple bobbed as he drowned the last sip, you’ve lost count on the glasses the both of you have drowned by now, enjoying the carefree atmosphere that was almost unfamiliar to the both of you.
“You were so angry with him, I almost felt pity for you.” His eyes met yours, no longer as sharp and bright as they were hours ago, a hazy coat had laid itself to rest on his pupils, guided by the alcohol thumping through his veins. You were just as tipsy, but you couldn’t spare the way your body reacted to the glasses of wine you had fostered any attention, too happy about finally being able to share a proper conversation with the professor.
“I always wonder what goes on in your head when you’re in my classes.” You couldn’t hold the intense eye contact he tried to lure you into, focusing on the empty glass of yours, fingertips stroking along the wet rim. “You always seem so distracted, yet you always get the highest grade on your assignments. What is your trick?”
You watched a smirk tug on his lips, hand no longer placed in his lap, but on the table, dangerously close to yours. With your breath hitched on your chest you allowed yourself to stare at his slender fingers for a few seconds, wondering how it must feel to be touched by him.
“Maybe I’m just bored by your teaching?” Your chuckles forced another laugh out of the tall, handsome professor, slowly shaking his head. You mimicked his smile, unable to rip yourself out of the grasp he now held on your body and soul, forever trapped by him.
“We both know that that is not true, I feel your eyes on me, if I wouldn’t know it any better I’d say you’re distracted by me.” An untameable heat thumped through your veins, a heat so biting you feared your body would go up in flames any moment now. Your thighs clenched together, guided by the forbidden imaginations now filing your thoughts, improper, dangerous thoughts.
“I’m sorry, I have to interrupt.” The sweet voice of an elderly lady interrupted your conversation, eyes snapping towards her. A smile began to widen on her painted lips as she studied the both of you. “I have to ask, how long have you been together? It’s beautiful to watch the two of you, it’s been years since I’ve got to admire such chemistry between a couple.”
“Oh,” your smile fell, clearing your throat as your eyes found his now hardening ones. “We’re no couple.”
“Oh, I am so sorry! You look so in love, I was clearly fooled by it. Have a good evening you two.” An uncomfortable silence followed, eyes unable to find their way back together, stuck on the words that still rang in your ears. Benedict rose to his feet without another warning, throwing down his napkin, opening his wallet, dropping a couple of hundred bills with the cold demeanour you knew just like the back of your hand.
“If you’ll excuse me, I am tired, it’s best I head to bed.” He didn’t look at you, his expression almost bored as he turned to walk away from you.
You were left speechless, your jaw ajar as you watched him leave. Be it the wine or the whiplash from his behaviour you walked right behind him, almost running to catch up.
“Bened-“ you started to speak but were immediately shushed by him stopping in his tracks and turning. You crashed against his body. He pulled you away from him, with a disgusted expression.
“Nobody has given you permission to call me that,” he spoke in a freezing tone, looking down at you with complete indifference.
“But-“ you tried to refute him, pointing out the fact that you had been calling him that for most of the dinner but he interrupted you again.
“You need to learn to keep your distance. Crashing my vacation was one thing but this game you are playing, it needs to stop.”
You felt your stomach turn, suddenly nauseous by his nasty words. “I am not playing any game. I have nothing to gain from this.”
“Oh don’t you? I am sure it is a coincidence that you are doing- doing whatever you are doing to your thesis supervisor. I am sure it is a coincidence that just days ago you turned in the most important piece of coursework you have ever written and I am the one that has to grade it.”
You felt his words physically hit you, stepping back as you looked at him in complete disbelief. “How dare you.”
“No. How dare you?” He stepped forward, “use whatever weakness I have for your nonsensical character for your own advantage. I thought you were better than that. Is your work so poor that you need to resort to this?”
You didn’t answer him. You were not about to give him the privilege to see you cry. You turned around and started walking, kept on walking until you were in your room, bag opened, clothes packed, ready to go back home the next day and never see the Professor again.
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POV BENEDICT
Two days back into the semester and I still could not stop thinking about the vacation, about how awful I had been to her. I hadn’t meant to accuse her… it had just left my lips. Better that accusation than what I actually wanted to say, to do.
I thought about apologising, about reaching out but I realised it didn’t matter. She was gone. She had received her grade, by far the highest grade that I’ve ever given a dissertation. There was nothing my apology would bring.
The more I thought about what I had done the more disgusted I was at myself. Her research was immaculate, a true show of passion. She did not need to flirt or be polite to me to ensure a good grade, her work spoke for itself. And yet, I had accused her of such lowly behaviour.
It did not matter. I had to move on. To stop letting her invade my thoughts. She was gone. She would n— and yet there she stood. I froze in my path, watching as she shook the hand of the dean and walked into his office, just two doors down from mine.
I must have imagined it. No. Yet, her laugh echoed before the door closed and her so familiar overflowing bag followed her as she walked in the room.
No. I shook myself awake, ignoring the stares of some students as they walked past me, rushing to get to class. I entered my office and sat down, opening Google. Hallucinations and their causes.
—-
I walked to my class that afternoon, quickly making my way through the different hallways. It was still 30 minutes till the start of my lecture, so I got to pick up on the sounds of the different talks being given in my department and suddenly, I was stopped in my tracks. My head whipping to a side, looking into the small window of the classroom and seeing her.
Her in a beautiful white button-up, some suit trousers and a pair of heels, commanding the whole room. Everyone’s eyes were on her and why wouldn’t they be when she looked like that?
“So yes, that is all the insight I can give you into my career path. I know you are just starting but I hope this has been helpful and it can expand upon your options. Thank you for listening so attentively, if you have any questions I will take them now.”
I felt my stomach turn at the sound of her voice, unable to step away as I watched students, mostly male, lift their hands eagerly to ask her questions. I continued watching her, enthralled, until a student seemed to point at the door, at me. I backed away immediately and started walking away, when I heard the click of her heels behind me.
“Professor,” she spoke in an airy tone. I exhaled before turning around, preparing to have this conversation. My eyes instantly found hers, drawn to the like a moth to a flame, fuck, I felt one flashback after another race through my mind, this is why I needed to distance myself, this is why I can’t stand being around her, not used to the power she holds over me.
“(Y/n), you’re teaching now? Here?” I watched the corners of her mouth lifting her lips into a smile, a smile that left my insides churning.
“I do, didn’t you read the welcome email the department sent out yesterday morning?” Her eyes momentarily flickered back to her classroom, knowing that she’d have to return any moment now. I felt my throat growing tighter, unable to speak another word, at least for the next few seconds where I allowed myself to study her.
“I didn’t, but you know how it is, we always get too many emails at the start of the semester. Feel free to come by my office in the next few days, I’ll let you get back to your students now.” Without waiting for her reply, I turned away from her, forcing myself to search the distance, needing to back away before I’d no longer be able to guide my body.
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YOUR POV
“Professor?” Your voice echoed through the office, eyes focused on his frame. He seemed to be deep in thought, eyes focused on the stack of papers covering his desk. His piercing eyes shot towards your frame, straightening his posture.
“(Y/n), please, come, sit.” It felt unfamiliar to catch the sweet tone of his voice, not used to hearing him speak this softly. Carefully you closed the door, walking towards the chair placed in front of his desk. He watched your every move, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his head as he held eye contact.
“I,” he cleared his throat, placing his pen down before he slowly sunk back in his chair. “I think I have to apologise. I am sorry for the way I spoke to you, that wasn’t fair of me.” Your heart raced, just like your thoughts did. Did he actually just apologise? Did the man who never dared to even start a proper conversation with another colleague let alone another student actually apologise to you?
“Can I ask why you did it though? I’d lie if I said your words didn’t hurt me. They were cruel, even for you, professor.” He kept watching you, tongue kissing his teeth, seemingly pondering over his next words. You felt the tension rising, it felt like you were close, close to forcing a confession out of him you’ve dreamt of hearing him speak for months on end, yet deep down you knew that you were too delusional for your own good, at least when it came to him.
“Please, Benedict’s just fine. You see, (y/n), you were by far the brightest student I ever crossed paths with, you could have easily taken over my course. I didn’t trust myself around you, no professor should cherish this kind of interest in their student. And to put it quite frankly, I still don’t trust myself around you.” Your mouth felt dry, throat in knots. Was that it? Did he finally give into what you desperately had hoped to hear him speak? Heat flushed through your system, a heat so biting you were forced to avert your gaze, focusing on your trembling fingers. “I am sorry, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially not since we’re seemingly colleagues now.”
“I don’t feel uncomfortable. It’s just a lot to process, I guess. You’ve always treated me like you hate me more than anything else. You were always so rude to me. And I felt so stupid for crushing on you.” Now it was his turn to stumble over his words, eyes zoning in on your features once again. It took him a few moments to rise to his feet, rounding the table, slowly, all too slowly for your linking. No longer could you pay your thoughts any of your attention, solemnly focusing on the way he kept moving, on the darkening gaze stuck to your features.
“I should tell you to leave before either one of us does something we can’t walk away from.” Whispers, nothing but silent whispers you didn’t reply to. You rose to your feet with trembling legs, standing close to him, oh so close. His eyes focused on your lips, a clear sign that gave you the push you needed, hand finding his.
“Don’t, don’t push me away again.” No further word was spoken, allowing a crackling silence to wrap its arms around the two of you. His big hand found your face, carefully cupping your cheek, pulling you even closer. With your breath hitched in your chest you tried to stand still, giving him enough time to ponder over his next move. But before you could give into your thoughts, wondering why he was still hesitating, Benedict had finally closed the gap between you.
The kiss was slow, though fuelled with a biting heat that made their hairs rise at the nape of your neck, forcing your hands to find his shirt, clinging to him. Slowly he turned the two of you around, pushing you onto his desk, wrapping your legs around his middle. All the emotions flushing through your veins kept forcing the two of you to keep on going, to deepen the kiss with your tongues meeting and your teeth almost clashing together.
Quiet moans ripped through you, forcing a few chuckles out of the smirking man, allowing him to part from you for a few seconds. You didn’t need to speak any words to communicate, lips finding back together after a few moments, hearts begging one another to keep going, to finally give into the deep longing you’ve been addicted to for months.
“You can always tell me to stop, don’t hesitate.” His soft words left your heart swelling, forcing you to nod your head before your lips searched his once again. Your hands started working on his trousers, undoing the belt of his you’ve found yourself staring at at any given chance. The cold metal felt heavy in your hands, momentarily distracting you from his wandering lips, kissing their way down your throat. “I should take my time with you, but I can’t take another single minute away from you.”
“Don’t stop, please, I need you to fuck me, been waiting for it for so long.” His chuckles vibrated on your skin, forcing goosebumps to rise. Benedict’s skilled fingers helped you out of your blouse, pushing the fabric of your skirt up to your waist, desperate to get rid of the layers of clothing keeping you separated.
“Tell me, love, tell me how much you need me.” With your trembling hands pushing the zip of his trousers down, pulling his hardening cock free, you gave room for another gasp to leave you, finally able to feel him pressed against your skin. Your eyes flickered up to meet his before you pushed him away, giving yourself enough space to drop to your knees.
“So much, been dreaming of being touched by you for months, I touched myself to the thought of you fucking me too many times.” A deep groan left the professor, hand finding your head as you parted your lips, taking his twitching cock into your mouth. You struggled to take much of him, deeply exhaling through your nose, moving slow as your mouth tried to adjust to his size.
His hand grasped your hair tightly, clinging to you as if you were about to slip right through his fingers. It was a sight so unreal you were no longer sure if you weren’t just stuck in another daydream. The sounds rippling through him were sinful, sounds so dreamy you hoped that this wasn’t the last time you’d get to hear them.
You parted from him, taking a few deep breaths as your tongue flickered over his tip, letting the taste of him stick to your tongue. Every now and then your eyes met his, picking up on the pleasure swimming in his pupils, picking up on the fire simmering deep inside of him.
Impatiently he tugged on your hair, jerking his hips to force his cock back into your mouth. You gagged around him, eyes rolling into your head to try and keep calm. Benedict started fucking your mouth, abusing the warmth engulfing him with curses rolling off his tongue.
“Fucking hell, such a pretty sight, you on your knees for me, for me only.” You hummed around him, unable to stop your heart from skipping a few beats. He gave it a few more seconds before he pushed you away, pulling you up with trembling limbs. Once again your lips met his, sharing a sloppy kiss he used to let his hands wander, pushing your damp panties to the side, fingers exploring your dripping cunt. Your heart kept accelerating its beat, body melting in his tight grasp. “Turn around for me, love, hands on the desk.”
Almost gently you were pushed down onto the desk, front meeting the expensive wood. You heard him fumble with his clothes, seemingly ripping open a condom he rolled down on his cock before he aligned himself with your heat, slowly pushing into you from behind. The both of you gasped in unison, momentarily freezing to adjust to the sensation.
Benedict didn’t give you another warning as he started fucking you from behind, fingertips digging into the flesh of your waist, marking you as his. Your moans kept roaring through you, reverberating through the office like a new song he was listening to for the first time, finding enjoyment in the way his heart swelled in pride.
“You have to be quiet if you don’t want any other professors to hear how good I’m fucking you.” The way he almost growled his words had your walls clenching around his cock, teeth buried in your lower lip to try and stay quiet. Tears of desperation welled up in your eyes, hands tightening their grip on the edge of his desk, needing to hold onto something before you’d give in too soon.
His cock kept disappearing deeper inside of you with every ferocious thrust, skin meeting yours over and over again. Your jaw muscles kept twitching, teeth forced together as he wrapped one arm around your middle, thumb circling your clit. Your body kept twitching, about to give in, hanging onto the last strands of strength before he pushed you over the edge.
You came with a sob clawing through you, letting the intense sensation flush through your system. Benedict kept fucking you through your high, chasing his own release, set on leaving you sore for the upcoming days. With your heart still racing and your blood singing in your ears you listened to the groan leaving him as he came.
“You don’t know how much strength it took me to not touch you on the vacation.” His words drowned out your gasps, slowly pulling out of you to throw away the used condom, slowly redressing himself. You mimicked his movements, trembling hands working on your clothes before you combed them through your hair.
“If you’re back to being an asshole tomorrow I’ll throw a fit in the middle of the hallway, I promise you that much, professor.”
He pulled you back to him, a smirk stamped on his lips, pressing a confident kiss on yours. “Don’t worry, I am planning on,” his lips moved to your neck, making you gasp slightly, “being incredibly good to you.”
—-
You were not sure what you spent more time doing that semester, bending over his desk or lecturing. Regardless, you had never been more eager to go to university.
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Liv's Note
Hope everyone enjoyed our latest collaboration! I have missed you all so much, especially as the one-year anniversary of the last chapter of AHL is approaching. I can't believe it has been so long. I promise I will come back with something soon, although you may be a little tired of the professor!fics haha so let me know if you'd like something different. Sending you all my love and can't wait to read your comments! As always reblog to support my writing :)
Hey Ali, read your latest little dad best friend eddie drabble and whelp, I'm going to hell because lord knows I would do it. When it comes to Eddie, I'd do it. He's my teacher? Oh shame. He's dating someone? Oops, didn't realize. Dad's best friend? Who am I to say no to fate? Yup, I'll slut myself out for that man and take my first class ticket to hell with a smile on my face. Good night everybody!
twenty year age gap? oops, i’d still fuck that man. there’s just something about eddie and really any character that joe portrays that has me so fucking feral over the idea. also genuinely sorry for blue balling you all on that blurb i didn’t think anyone would read that lmfao
Summary: You and your professor don't really see eye to eye. Problem is, he's smoking hot. Tension is rising. What happens when you two meet in a completely different setting?
Warnings: Smutttttt , curse words.
Pairing: Prof!Tom Hiddleston x reader
When you're little, or just a teenager, a crush on a teacher tends to be quite harmless. It is something your friends tease you with and you get a bit flustered when the teachers talks to you. However, when you get older, attend university and sometimes teachers are a little closer to your age, or you know, you're legal and it isn't as strange anymore.. things tend to get more complicated. There is no innocence in it. Things become more tense rather quickly and before you know it, you're masturbating to your History of Science teacher.
Worse part is, you're quite certain that he hates you. You're a smart mouth, not afraid to show people around you who you are and that you are smarter than they are. Not in an arrogant way, but you're just confident. And there was that one moment where your professor challenged you, and being the confident person you are, you weren't afraid to show him just how much your knowledge reached. From that moment on you just knew he hated you. The way he would look at you. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes. Not the one he would have when he was passionately speaking about his subject, it was a different sparkle. Passionate hate. As if he couldn't wait to humiliate you right in front of the class. And while you were willing to lie down on his lap and have him spank your ass red, you were certain it was a different type of humiliation he had in mind.
Professor Hiddleston was a handsome man. His features, his glance, the way his pants seemed to accentuate quite a lot.. At least, you were able to use that in your fantasies. When he sat behind his desk, legs spread just a little. That man was able to use you for your body and you'd thank him.
But right now, you had to focus on whatever his lips were saying. He was speaking quite passionately about something, avoiding your glance it seemed. Whenever he asked a question about his subject, he would look around the classroom, arching an eyebrow when he glanced at you, before giving someone else a turn. He hadn't forgotten his encounter with you. Friday "I expect you all to choose a certain period in time, explain why you choose it and elaborate about it. Why is is important to you, and why was it important in time”, Tom.. professor Hiddleston stood up. His arms crossed in front of his chest while he eyed the packed classroom. "Minimum of 10 pages. At my desk next friday", and with that he turned around. "I expect you all to choose a certain period in time, explain why you choose it and elaborate about it. Why is it important to you, and why was it important in time”, Tom.. professor Hiddleston stood up. His arms crossed in front of his chest while he eyed the packed classroom. "Minimum of 10 pages. At my desk next friday", and with that he turned around.
Damn him and his perfect ass.
What was he saying? Something about an assignment. You nudged your friend next to you, asking her to repeat it. But before you could get a proper answer out of her, the professor was standing in front of you. If his pants would be any tighter.. You quickly glanced up, not wanting to stare at his crotch for too long. "I would love it if you'd not interrupt me (Y/N)", he arched an eyebrow. He was enjoying this. “Not everyone is as smart as you are”, the bastard. You rolled your eyes, having to bite your lip in order to keep quiet. The class seemed amused. Of course. Not wanting to cause a scene you just nodded, you were going to ask your friend later. What was it about him, he was sexy, his swagger.. his demeanor, you wanted to wipe that cocky smile off of his face, with your own lips.
When you were all dismissed, you'd talk to your friend, exchange some notes and she mentioned the assignment professor Hiddleston had talked about. Of course you had to daydream about his ass the moment he would mention something like that.
The day went smoothly after that. Pretty quickly to be honest. It was a Friday so fortunately for you, you were able to relax. No big schedule for school, and the only assignment you would focus on was that of professor Hiddleston. And that could wait till Sunday. After all you had the whole week to focus on it. This night was to wind down from the stress that your studies brought you, and what better way than to use alcohol and loud music.
You weren't sure why, but you went all out. Took a shower, shaved, curled your hair, put on your makeup. Heck your eyeliner was perfect, the red lips, the black dress. Everything was looking amazing. You were feeling gorgeous, no, you are gorgeous. You would attract so much attention. Professor Hiddleston would be on his knees if he saw you like this, you were certain. Not that you'd run into him. There would be plenty of handsome men you'd run into tonight. Tonight was not the night for a one-nightstand. Just for fun, your friends, and whatever the heck was going to happen.
It was cold. The leather jacket you were wearing slightly chill against of your skin. The black dress perfect clung to your skin. Your heels. Fuck why were you wearing heels again. You and some of your friends had chosen a bar that was quite well known around your fellow students. The place was packed, the coldness of outside immediately forgotten as you moved inside. Maneuvering inside around all the bodies before finding a spot where all of you could drink, dance, laugh.. maybe kiss a couple of people.
Three shots in and you were laughing your ass off. One of your friends was already kissing someone in the corner of the bar. You had been offered multiple drinks, some people had given you their numbers, yet somehow.. they weren't really interesting enough. Maybe the cocktail you were drinking would make things, people, more interesting to you. The night was becoming a blur. Time was passing quickly, your friends had left. Whether they were hooking up with someone, or they were tired. Either way, you were sitting on one of the barstools, nurturing your third cocktail. You were certain that if you'd have to walk home right now, it would take twice as long. The heels weren't going to be easy to walk on.
After turning down another person, you huffed, finishing your drink and straightening your back. However the man you had just turned down couldn't seem to accept the word no. He sat down next to you, hand on your lower back, toying around with the fabric. "Oh but you definitely should let me buy you a drink", you weren't certain what it was. But the man disgusted you. Or maybe it was the alcohol you had mixed together. All you knew was that you wanted him away, and you'd need some water to make sure you wouldn't be sick, or have a major headache the next morning. "No, please kindly fuck off", you heard a chuckle. Not from the man next to you, but behind you. "Doesn't she have a way with words", the man behind of you mentioned, such a familiar voice. It took you a while to realize, however before you could react, professor Hiddleston was sitting next to you.
"Oh fuck", you cursed, confused that he would even sit next to you now. However it made the other man go away and you were thankful for that. You weren't sober enough for this.. Why had you gotten yourself so many shots. There was water in front of you and you gulped it down rather quickly. Not questioning why it was in front of you. "The hell are you doing here", this wasn't the plan. He wasn't supposed to be here. Or was this all your imagination? "It is Friday, am I not allowed to have a drink and celebrate that it is weekend?" you just shrugged at that, looking down at your heels. Fuck they were high. And your dress was all the way to your thighs. No wonder there had been so many men around of you. You waved at the bartender, asking for another glass of water while fixing your dress.
"Let me rephrase", oh damn, how were you suddenly speaking so well again. The whole evening seemed like a blur, and now all of the sudden you were feeling quite clear. "Why are you next to me. I thought you hated me", ah.. so you weren't completely sober yet. Otherwise your brain would have stopped you from being so.. honest. Professor Hiddleston chuckled at that, he seemed way more sober than you were, damn him. Damn him and his.. shirt. Was he always this muscular? Honestly his pecks were showing through his shirt. "I do not hate you", he confessed, "however, you can be quite annoying. Very persistent, and very talented." Did the man just compliment you?
You were flabbergasted. This was fake. You would wake up in the next few seconds. Confused and frustrated. However when you bit down on your lip, harder than intended, you felt pain. Apparently this was real? "You have had too much to drink", when you turned to look at him again, the look in his eyes was different. There was that sparkle again in his eyes. The one he had whenever he was looking at you in class. The.. hatred. "Don't bite your lip like that", the professor seemed conflicted for a moment, "I see the way you look at me." Well fuck, you felt exposed. What was that. He had noticed the way you had looked at him. You wondered whether this was going to be a conversation about appropriate behavior in the classroom.
Well fuck, you weren't in the mood for that. You finished the glass of water and magically managed to stand on your heels and turn around. If he didn't hate you, like he claimed, he would for sure hate you now for leaving him like this. "I'm sorry", you mumbled, wobbling your way to the exit. Shit where was your jacket. It was freezing outside. No way you were going to go inside now, facing your professor again after he called you out like that. You heard his words in your head again, I see the way you look at me, fuck. How were you ever able to go to his class? You were panicking. Nerves in your stomach making you regret that you had taken multiple shots. You felt like throwing up. Felt like taking off your heels and run. However you'd cut your feet open on the broken glass on the ground, or slip and break something.
"Walk with me", a warm fabric moved around of your shoulders. This wasn't your jacket. The professor had his hand on your back, guiding you towards the parking lot. "I do not mean to be inappropriate", you panicked, still, yet let him guide you to his car. "We are way passed that dear", fuckfuckfuck. Professor Hiddleston drove off, heading somewhere you were unfamiliar with. "What is happening?" you put your seatbelt on, moving your hands up towards the fabric that was around your shoulders, keeping you warm. When you glanced at your professor you realized he had his coat around of you. "I have had enough of your behavior in class, and then you dare showing up in such a dress. Gaining the attention of every person inside of that bar. Ignoring me like you aren't undressing me with your eyes every class we have?" he glanced at you, his jaw set, knuckles clenching the wheel. "You show up to class, cleavage visible, sometimes not even wearing a bra. Getting me worked up and leaving me frustrated after every lecture", OH. Oh this was going a complete different direction. One you had not seen coming.
The drive was tense. There sexual tension in the air thick. You kept on clenching your legs together. Fuck you were wet already. The man hadn't even touched you, or promised to touch you. His voice, his words already had such a reaction on you. You worried you'd need to keep a water bottle nearby if he would touch you.
When the car came to a stop, the professor turned to you. Seatbelt still on. "If you do not want this. We can drive to your home and pretend like this has never happened", he offered. You blinked, dumbfounded, as if you had not heard him right. "I", why were you questioning yourself? Why were you even thinking about this. You had wanted this for so long. Wanted to feel how his hands would feel on your bare skin. How his lips felt on your skin. How he would look like, while having his release. Shit. "Please, stop biting your lip. I can't help myself any longer", he pleaded, yet you put any doubt aside, leaning over and grabbing his face so you could finally kiss him. Taste him. Feel the passion of the man that had haunted so many dreams of yours.
The seatbelt, that fucking seatbelt, was in the way. You moved your hips, trying to get closer but you couldn't. His hands, damn his hands, were on your hips, squeezing your skin as he continued to kiss you. Soon there was tongue. He was eager, you could tell. The way he was elevated from his seat, pulling you closer as his tongue evaded your mouth.
He was quick to push you back. Everything was going so fast. Your cheeks were red, pulse elevated, and your panties were soaked.
The way from the car to his house was a mess of lingering touches. Lips finding yours, whispers being said. You struggled walking, damn heels, but the professor was clever enough, lifting you until you were inside. With the door closed and having full privacy inside of his house, there was nothing holding you back, nor him. Your heels were the first item he pulled off of you, hands sliding along your legs, teasing along the edge of your dress before he pulled you against him. "Been thinking about you for so long", he admitted, lips on your neck. "Professor", you whispered, hands on his shoulders, squeezing as you glided your hands along of his body. Trying to memorize every part of his skin. As if he would put it to the test later. "Fuck you for calling me professor like it doesn't turn you on just to say it", you moaned, not sure why, whether it was frustration or just the pleasure of him touching you. "Please just touch me", you whimpered, grabbing one of his hands and inching it towards your upper leg.
He was so conflicted. Probably thinking of a clever remark of some sorts. Yet your skin was distracting, your scent.. the way your voice trembled. How could he deny you. There would be plenty of times to take things easy. Now, the professor, or, Tom, did not want to waste any second. He hitched your dress up, lips moving down towards your shoulder. His slender fingers moved carefully along of your panties. He moaned, you were so ready for him already. "You little minx", he didn't mean it as an insult, however he couldn't help himself. The temptation too much. Tom inched you panties aside, fingers moving along your slit and soon enough he was coated with your juices. And instead of touching you right where you wanted him to, he moved his fingers up towards his mouth. Tasting you. The sigh was unholy. Yet awakened the fire inside you even more.
"You're insufferable", moving so you could kiss him again, ushering away his hands so he had to hold onto your hips again. You on the other hand moved to open his pants. Ridding him his jeans rather quickly so you could stroke him through his boxers. Lips clashed together again, tongue against tongue, dancing for dominance which Tom rather quickly claimed. He ripped your panties off of you, hand in-between of your legs so he could finally touch you were you needed him the most. His thumb circling the sensitive nub between of your legs rather urgently. "Need.. you", heck you hadn't even reached the house, still inside of his hallway. But fuck it, you'd fuck him right here.
You pushed his boxers down, freeing him from the contraption. One of your hands wrapped eagerly around of his shaft. Apparently he was just as eager as you were.
Tom pushed you against of the wall, knee in-between of your legs as he claimed your mouth again. Your dress was hitched up around your belly, yet you were only focused on him. The professor, your professor. Touching you in all the right ways. "Please", you begged, arching your back so you could be closer to him. "If only you were so obedient in class", he chuckled, aligning himself up against of your entrance, looking you in the eyes as he slowly inched himself inside of you. "Fuu-..", he quickly shut you up, lips eagerly pressed against of yours again while he fucked you.
God he felt amazing. The way he filled you up just right. Touching all the right places. You moved your arms around of his neck, Tom held you up against of the wall. He pulled you up against of the wall. Holding you up higher as you wrapped your arms around of him tightly. His thrusts were eager, hard, hips snapping upwards rather quickly. Your moans were an endless song that kept him going, muffled by his own noises while he kissed you. "You're going to be my good little student?" he pulled back, admiring you. Pinned against the wall, taking his cock so well. You couldn't answer, especially when his thumb moved in-between your legs again, circling your sensitive bundle. You chanted a bunch of curses, some fucks, incoherent stuff as you tried to make it clear that you were close to your release.
It felt like he had just entered you. As if you were fucking for just a few seconds. But already you were so close. Tom himself quickened his thrusts. Really pinning you between him and the wall. All you could sense was him holding you, his thrusts, the way he lips touched every part of your neck, sucking, moaning, his thumb eagerly pressing against of your clit while he one of his paintings pricked against your neck. "I-", you couldn't find your voice, the climax overtaking you so harshly that you arched your back, put the back of your head against of the wall and clenched around of him. That seemed to get a reaction out of him, his head snapping back so he could watch you come undone. Only to chase his own release, fucking you harshly until his pace faltered and he too found his release.
You needed a moment, slowly pushing your head against of Tom's as he hid his face in your neck. Both needing to catch your breath. You weren't sure how long you both stood there, but you became painfully aware of the ache in your back in your legs. This was long overdue.
Tom slowly pulled himself out of you, already missing your warmth. He held you, putting your feet back onto the ground. You weren't stable, however this time not because you were wearing heels.. or because of the alcohol. Your mind was as clear as could be. You had completely sobered up. However, "can I have some water?" you managed, hand holding onto his shoulder while you looked down at the mess that had been made. Whatever neighbors the professor had, they were surely filing a complaint after the noises they had made.
@little-diable this one is for you. I truly hope I wrote down what you had in mind.
A/N: This doesn’t have the smut y’all were probably hoping for, but dang it-- Professor Winchester is a handsome, respectable, intelligent man and I thought it would be a disservice to him if he just jumped into the sack with a student right off the bat.
Y’all can blame/thank @ericaprice2008 for this. I posted some time ago that I had several big assignments due, but all I wanted to do was write smut. She said, “Just don’t confuse the two. That could get awkward hella quick.” GUESS WHAT IDEA I RAN WITH. Also, @whimsicalrobots messaged me the day I had a run in with my professor and said “So how’s your day going? See any professors you want to run any ideas by?” Y’all probably don’t remember those moments because this series has taken months to get going, but I thank you again for the inspiration!
By class Wednesday, Charlie was really starting to drive you up the wall. She hadn’t let your dream go for a second and she promised she wouldn’t give it a rest until you divulged every single detail. You’d purposely arrived late to class to have a few extra moments of peace, but you were sure she’d set into you again as soon as class was done.
Professor Winchester had settled into a lecture about the Transcontinental Railroad and its role in the growth of cities when Charlie decided she wasn’t about to wait until the end of class.
“So how’s your day going?” she whispered. “See any professors you want to run any ideas by?”
You ignored her and began taking notes. Since you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him and Charlie was trying to get a rise out of you, you fixed your eyes on your notebook and refused to let them wander.
“You can’t go all class without looking at him,” she continued in a hushed tone. “I know how much you love it when he wears darker colors.”
You finally looked up to glare her, but all she did was grin. Professor Winchester cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your attention to the front of the room in embarrassment--immediately forgetting that you’d been determined not to look at him.
He wore a gray-blue button up and a dark blue patterned tie. His black suit jacket was left unbuttoned, giving him more freedom to move since he had a tendency to pace back and forth while he lectured. Your eyes danced across his shoulders and chest, soaking in his appearance before trailing to where his shirt was neatly tucked into his pants. When your gaze flashed to his crotch, you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed you checking him out.
“Told you,” Charlie mocked.
“Charlie, shut up,” you whispered sharply.
“Is there a problem, ladies? Something maybe you’d like to share with the rest of us since it can’t seem to wait until after class?”
He stood next to his desk with his hands on his hips, giving you both a disapproving look. He was clearly annoyed, but damn, you couldn’t help thinking how he could make you do anything if he said it with that stance.
“No, sir. Sorry,” you apologized.
He continued with his lecture again. A moment passed before Charlie had the nerve to whisper, “bet you wish he’d asked you to stay after class.”
You punched her thigh under the counter and she hissed in pain-- a little too loud.
“Miss Y/L/N, Miss Bradbury, that’s enough,” Professor Winchester said firmly. “That’s the third time this morning you’ve caused a disruption. I want you both to come see me after class.”
Your heart sank. You never got in trouble. Not only were you in trouble, but now you had to stay behind and have an actual conversation when you could hardly even look at him.
Charlie didn’t make another comment for the rest of the morning and, because presentations had gone over on time Monday, he lectured until the last minute to make up for that lost time.
“Alright everyone, we’ll stop there for today, and remember-- no class Friday. Have a good weekend.” He looked pointedly at both of you. “Ladies.”
You dropped your head sheepishly and made a silent vow to yourself that you’d make Charlie pay for this. As soon as your bag was packed, you slipped your arms through the straps and followed Charlie to where Professor Winchester stood beside his desk.
You groaned internally when you saw that he’d removed his black suit jacket and was just finishing rolling the cuffs of his button up. He leaned back against his desk and crossed his arms before looking at you. You dropped your eyes to the floor, not letting them linger on the muscles of his forearms that were now uncovered. Why was that little habit so sexy? You still hadn’t recovered from him doing it last class.
“Either one of you want to explain what that was about today?” He waited patiently, as neither of you spoke right away.
“Sorry, Professor. Y/N had told me a story that was...kind of a cliffhanger. I wanted to know more and you know how I get when I need to know stuff. Always blurting things out,” Charlie shrugged sweetly.
You turned to gauge his reaction and found that he was already looking at you. He held your gaze and a small smile spread across his face as he began to nod.
“I do know how eager you can be, Charlie,” he said, dropping the formal tone he used in class. He turned to look at her and you were grateful to be released from the hypnotic hold his bright green eyes had on you. A shiver ran down your spine when you imagined those eyes dark with lust like they’d been in your dream, but you tried your best to focus on the conversation at hand.
“I’ve always admired your curiosity, but keep in mind there’s a time and a place. Normally I welcome questions and discussions, but today you were both disruptive. You’re good students, so maybe we can chalk it up to the excitement of this...story that was so interesting. Don’t let it happen again. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” you and Charlie said simultaneously.
“Good. Charlie, you’re free to go. Y/N, I’d like a word in private.”
Your stomach seemed to drop all the way down into your toes. Alone? With him?
Charlie turned on her heel, making sure her back was to him, and waggled her eyebrows with a smirk. You glared at her as she skipped out of the classroom.
Professor Winchester stood to grab his bag and coat. “There’s another class in here in about fifteen minutes, so we’ll move to my office.”
You followed him into the hall, down the stairs, and hung a left to one of the back hallways where the faculty members’ offices were located. Passing several doors, you arrived at the end of the hall where he ushered you into his office.
Centered against the back wall facing the door was a stately desk and leather swivel chair. Two shelves overflowing with books flanked the desk-- topics ranging from guns and war to folklore and other historical events. To the left was a large armchair next to a small side table and lamp. To the right was a small couch and directly in front of his desk were two chairs. The room was quite large, but the space was slightly cramped from all of the mismatched furniture he used for group project discussions with students or informal staff meetings. As you stood nervously examining his office, he placed his jacket and bag on the small couch along the right side of the room.
“Y/N, I wanted to touch base with you and see how things are going,” he said, turning to face you. “I couldn’t help noticing you seem a little distracted this semester.”
You have no idea. You cleared your throat and tried to come up with something to say.
“Sorry, Professor Winchester, I--”
“Dean,” he cut you off. “Outside of class, if you’re comfortable, you can call me Dean. I know the whole ‘professor’ thing can get a little redundant anyway. Continue.”
You bit your tongue to avoid telling him that you actually found the ‘professor’ title kind of sexy in his case.
“Uh, sure. Dean... I guess I have been a little distracted...and I’m so sorry for interrupting class today. Charlie was just-- Well, like she said, she was asking me a question and I was just trying to--” You sighed as you stumbled over your words. “It won’t happen again, sir. I’m sorry.”
“I hope not. You’ve always been a good student and I’d hate to see this kind of behavior become a habit.”
“I know. It was a one time thing and I’ll make sure Charlie’s on the same page. I’ll be on my best behavior from now on-- I promise.”
“Good girl.”
His voice was low and he sounded pleased with your response. Your body went rigid and your throat went dry. For a second you thought you might have even stroked out because you seemed to lose all ability to form a coherent thought.
“I...excuse me?”
He quirked an eyebrow and smiled thoughtfully to himself. “I said, good girl.”
When he said the phrase again, it was like a jolt to your core. You desperately wished that you’d worn jeans, because your dress wasn’t going to do much in hiding how wet you already were from a few simple words.
Shit--how long have you been trying to figure out what to say? What the hell do you even say? God yes. Call me a good girl again, Professor.
“Something wrong, Y/N? Professor McHotCakes got your tongue?” He smirked.
As realization dawned on you, your eyes grew wide and you pictured yourself looking white as a ghost. You were definitely going to have to drop out of school. Move somewhere far, far, far away.
“I finished grading the papers from last class. I thought it was a little odd you’d turn in the same assignment I’d already graded from the week before-- especially since the topics were completely unrelated.”
He took a tentative step toward you, but your feet remained cemented to the floor.
“I turned it over to make sure I hadn’t missed anything...” He moved another step closer, looking down at you as he continued his musings. “Maybe your assignments were stuck together. Maybe you tried to conserve paper. But all I found was an interesting little conversation...”
His gaze briefly darted to your lips before returning to your eyes.
When had your breathing become so heavy? Was it hot in here, or just you? Or maybe it was just him...
“I’m...so sorry.”
That was the best you could do. Honestly, what else do you even say to your instructor after he finds out you’ve been having dirty dreams about him? Why the hell couldn’t the floor in his office open up and swallow you whole?
“Did you do the assignment?”
“Yes, sir. Some of my papers were spilled last class and it must be mixed in with those. But I have it backed up-- I can go to the library and print it right now, I--”
He held up a hand to stop you as he backed away and went to sit behind his desk. “I have a meeting soon and classes all afternoon. If you can get it to me before I leave at 8 tonight I won’t count off.”
You didn’t understand why he was being so understanding about everything, but you sure weren’t going to argue with him. “I can do that, absolutely. Thank you so much, Professor. Uh, Mr. W-- uh, Dean. Thank you.”
Your face flushed for about the twentieth time and you turned quickly to make your way to the door.
“And Y/N?” he called. Halfway out the door, you turned to see a mischievous smirk on his face. “Don’t be late. It just so happens I do have a thing for good girls.”
Someone asked for some prof Tommy, so here we go! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx
Summary: She hates to disappoint Professor Shelby, so a midnight walk after an uncomfortable conversation will surely help the reader clear her mind - at least until she runs into him.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (m), unaddressed age difference, prof x student
Pairing: Professor Shelby x fem!reader (2.2k words)
Her palms were getting sweaty, steps growing faster, heart skipping a few beats. She hated doing stuff like this, hated appearing at consultation hours with professors who couldn’t care less about her progress or questions. And yet here she was, clinging to her printed out presentation and a paper filled with questions Professor Shelby would hopefully help her with.
(Y/n) forced herself to breathe before knocking on his door, stepping into the room as he called for her to enter. And there he sat, glasses on, eyes focused on her while she stepped into the room almost cautiously.
“You’re early.” The words made her freeze in her step, wondering if she should simply turn around and come back later. The embarrassment was undoubtedly clinging to her face, making the professor clear his throat while sitting up straighter. “It’s alright, (y/n). Knowing you, I should have expected it. Take a seat.”
She didn’t know what she hated more, being called out like that or the way her body reacted to his words, suddenly awfully aware of the fact that she had caught his attention before. Her body kept trembling, even as she sank down in the chair, back too straight, thighs pressed together.
“This is my presentation, I printed it out for you.” (Y/n) avoided his eyes as she pushed the papers towards him. She felt his gaze on her, aware of the way he was watching her, undoubtedly waiting for her to break. His hand reached for the papers, but he didn’t look at them, kept his eyes solemnly focused on the trembling student in front of him.
“I have to say, I was hoping you’d choose another topic, (y/n).” Confusion flushed through her, eyes finally finding his piercing ones. He let go of a soft sigh, gaze momentarily flickering down to her papers to read the headline. “You’re smarter than this, (y/n). This is a topic the lazy ones pick, you’re anything but that.”
“I, uhm,” she cleared her throat, feeling heat flush through her. “I wanted to pick something else, but others were faster and managed to go for different topics before me. I’m sorry.”
“What a shame, I was excited for your presentation.” His eyes studied her all too intently for a professor, picking up on every inch of her body, the goosebumps rising on her arms, the way her chest rose and fell too fast. He noticed it all, watching her like a hawk, ready to shoot down from the sky to rip her to the ground with him. “Well, at least you’ll still manage to keep me entertained.”
“Thank you, professor.” The confused undertone of her voice made him chuckle, a sound so raw and unfamiliar, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if she’d just imagined it. “Should we go through my questions? I don’t want to hold you up.”
“As if you could ever hold me up, (y/n).”
…..
The soft light of the street lamps guided her along. Boots meeting the ground while (y/n) tugged her coat tighter around herself. She kept her eyes focused on the ground ahead, deep in thought as the cold wrapped itself around her like a veil set on hiding her from prying eyes.
Her conversation with Professor Shelby kept replaying itself in her mind, leaving her confused and dazed whenever she thought back to those words which had left her feeling all too fuzzy and warm.
“(Y/n)?” The call of her name ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes drawn to a pair of piercing ones. It felt like a hallucination, and yet his features were too sharp, the smoke leaving his nostrils too blue, the coat he wore too thick.
“Hi.” The word rolled off of her tongue, filling the quiet night. Professor Shelby took a step closer, he took another drag of his cigarette while his eyes studied her.
“What are you doing out that late?” Her teeth nibbled on her lower lip, body unsure how to react to his intense gaze. She didn’t know how to act around him, led astray by her ever growing crush on the handsome professor.
“Just out for a walk, I couldn’t fall asleep.” The smell of cigarettes mixed with his cologne hit her, it wrapped itself around her as if it was about to choke her to death, falling victim to a man this mysterious. “And you?”
“You shouldn’t be out this late on your own.” For a moment she didn’t reply. All (y/n) did was let her eyes wander, wondering why he was ignoring her question. “C’mon, I’ll accompany you home.”
“It’s alright, I’m sure you have better things to do, professor.” Once again he ignored her words. He reached his arm out, waiting for her to loop hers through his, which she finally did after a few seconds. His warmth instantly engulfed her, drawing her closer as if he was the only source of heat she’s ever known. He held her tightly, keeping her close to him without breaking once.
“How is your presentation coming along?” She couldn’t stop her laugh from leaving her, filling the night as he smiled at her.
“Do you really want to talk about this now?” He shook his head, sucked in another wave of smoke before letting it drop to the ground. His free hand disappeared in the pocket of his coat, hiding away the fingers she’d stare at whenever he was close.
“You’re right, I don’t. Tell me something then, (y/n).” A shudder ran down her spine, all from the way he almost whispered her name. For a moment, he tightened his grip on her as if he could feel the way her body had reacted to his words, undoubtedly picking up on her tense posture.
“What do you want to know?” They took another turn, moving closer towards her home, and (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if they should take a detour, only for her to spend some more time with him. But her feet kept dragging them towards the house already staring at her from afar, whispering to the cold night how deeply she was falling for the man walking by her side.
“Everything.” She heavily swallowed, nodded her head and then forced herself to focus.
“I read your new book a few days ago, it was quite good.” Her eyes found his face for a moment, watching his grin grow.
“Only quite good?” Professor Shelby’s eyes met hers, looking at his chuckling student.
“Well, I would have done some things differently, but overall it was a good read.” His fingers pinched her side, forcing a squeal out of her while her pupils grew wider. She tried to stop the sound from leaving her, but there was no chance, not even as he came to a halt with her almost pressed to his chest.
He stared at her, about to burn holes through her skin with his intense gaze. Both his hands found her waist, making her shudder once again.
“Careful there, darling.” No word managed to leave her, not as she watched his gaze flicker down to her lips for a moment, not as he clenched his jaw muscles. His thumbs stroked the fabric of her coat, letting them rest in silence for a moment before her body took over.
She couldn’t stop herself from shooting forward, lips finding his as if they were stuck in an all too perfect movie scene. He instantly replied to the kiss, pulling her even closer while a groan left him. Her hands found his hair, only to tug on his greying strands while they deepened the kiss.
Her body was on fire, trembling from the intensity of their kiss, from the way he held her as if she was a god given gift he was scared of being ripped from. At that very moment she was simply his, giving herself to a man she shouldn’t cross paths with outside of the university building.
“Slow down, darling, before you get me arrested out here.” He mumbled the words against her lips, drawing a chuckle out of (y/n). She took a step back, hand finding his to pull him along. No words were shared between them as they entered her home, stumbling up some steps until they stepped into her apartment.
“Do you want something to drink?” Her question was left unanswered, he was on her in seconds, kissing her breathless. (Y/n) felt as if she was caught in a dream, allowing her to experience all the things she’d been thinking about for months. With her arms slung around his neck, he picked her up, following her mumbled directions towards her bedroom.
The darkness in the room acted like a sponge, soaking up every silent murmur, every sound they cherished more than they allowed themselves to believe. He placed her down on the mattress with care, lips kissing her throat while his skilled fingers freed her from her sweater and shirt. One by one they let their clothes drop, desperate to give their mouths more room to explore.
“Professor,” she sighed as his lips closed around her right nipple, sucking on the soft skin. “Let me touch you.”
He only let go of a hum, sucked on her skin again, and then parted from her. (Y/n) pushed him to the mattress, fingers toying with her underwear while her eyes studied his hardening cock. He was desperate for her touch, raised his hips to let her pull the fabric down his legs while she straddled him.
She spat down onto his tip, watching her saliva coat him before her hand began to pump him. His groans filled her room, they rang in her ears while she began to press her lips to the skin. Slowly she let her tongue circle his tip, high on his taste, before she took him into her mouth, finally.
It’d be a lie if she said she had never imagined herself doing his, taking care of him with her greedy mouth as he gave himself to her. It’d be a lie if she said she had never made herself cum to the thought of sucking her handsome professor off. It’d be a lie if she said she had never prayed for this to happen — a prayer which had finally taken on shape.
“Christ, darling. You can take more of me, don’t be shy.” She hummed around him, followed by the sound of a gag. (Y/n) tried to breathe though her nose, she clung to him as his hips jerked to bury himself deeper inside her mouth. He moaned for her, let herself get adjusted to his size while one of his hands rested on the back of her head. “Good girl, such a good, good girl for her professor.”
Her glassy eyes studied his pleasure drunken features, taking it all in as he twitched in her mouth. She wanted to make him cum, wanted to watch him fall over the edge, but first she wanted to feel him cum inside of her, painting her walls white with those heavenly sounds rumbling through him.
She parted from him, lips connected to him by a string of saliva which only snapped apart as he pulled her in for a kiss. She moved around on top of him, got herself more comfortable and then grasped him to sink down on him. Tommy let her move, allowed her to guide them towards safety as he held onto her to stabilise her movements.
“Oh god, I need a moment.” Her walls pulsed around him, hoping to adjust to his stretching size.
Tommy’s lips found her shoulders, he pressed soft kisses to her skin while she slowly moved her hips, trying to get comfortable.
Moans left her whenever he sank deeper, clawing through her as if they had a mind of their own. Tommy watched her, every move, every twitch, every slight shift. He marvelled at her, watched her as if she wasn’t his student but a long lost lover finding her path right back to him.
“Atta girl, you’re doing so well for me, fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He cupped her breasts, held them as she moved on top of him. Her head rolled back the second he met her movements, pushing her further down on him as if she wasn’t already trembling and gasping.
“I can’t, professor, please.” She lost her strength, needed him to take over, which he gladly did. Tommy flipped them around, hands placed next to her head while he fucked her roughly. She slung her legs around his waist, clinging to him while he fucked her towards the edge.
Her moans grew louder, clawing through her as if they were trying to escape her grip. With one hand finding her pulsing bundle of nerves, she came first, head thrown back, back arched. Tommy kept snapping his hips, holding her while he searched his own high.
“Where do you want me to cum, darling?” The husky words made her groan, allowing a simple “Inside of me” to leave her. Tommy didn’t reply, all he did was let his forehead drop to hers as he painted her walls white.
“Fucking hell, darling. You know how to make a man suffer, eh?” (Y/n) laughed, she pulled him in for a breathless kiss. Her heart was pounding, body still trembling from the aftermath of her intense orgasm.
“Does this make up for the boring presentation?” Her question was met with another kiss and a smirk tugging on the professor’s slightly swollen lips.
“You’ll need to work a bit harder for that, darling. But I’m sure we can find a solution.”
At least y/n can experience all my professor phantasies. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us motivated. Enjoy my loves! xxx
Summary: The reader works as Professor Malfoy's TA, a man she had been crushing on ever since meeting him at Hogwarts all these years ago; but kind of just pwp
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, oral (m), some face fucking, professor x ta
Pairing: Professor Draco Malfoy x fem!ta!reader (1.8k words)
“Here, let me take that.” Professor Malfoy’s voice rang in her ears, watching his hand reach out to take the books (y/n) was carrying. All she could do was nod her head, unable to speak up with the man standing this close. Could he hear her racing heartbeat? Could he tell that she was awfully nervous?
“Coffee?” Her mouth felt dry, unable to speak up, still not used to being this close to the man she was working for. (Y/n) had to clear her throat, slowly nodding her head as she stepped into his office. The door fell shut with a soft thud, a sound that finally managed to rip (y/n) out of her state, the ice was slowly melting, it allowed her to relax, to move without overthinking her every step. “Here you go.”
Professor Malfoy placed the cup down on the coffee table, watching (y/n) sink down on the all too comfortable couch. She didn't pick up on the smile tugging on his lips, didn’t pick up on the soft glance he shot her way, tongue kissing his teeth. He shuffled around, reached for the papers they still needed to grade, wordlessly sitting down next to (y/n).
“Do you have another pen for me? I think I lost mine somewhere.” (Y/n) thumbed through her bag, unable to find the red pen she had been using the past weeks. The two have built some kind of routine, after he was done with teaching his classes, where she’d support him whenever students asked questions, they found their way to his office, spending hours on end in the quiet room.
“Here, take mine.” Their fingers touched for a few seconds, a touch that shot shudders down her spine, pupils dilating as her body clung to the sensation. Fuck, she needed to get a grip, need to get over the crush she had fostered on the man for years. The two had met at Hogwarts years ago, barely sharing a word, since he was older and couldn’t care less about the younger students. But (y/n) had always found herself drawn to him, wanting to get to know him, wanting to feel his eyes on her – mere dreams she hadn’t been able to shake ever since their first run in at this university.
A comfortable silence engulfed the two, allowing (y/n) to relax even further into the couch, shuffling around to make herself comfortable. She didn’t notice the way his eyes ran up and down her frame, didn’t notice the smile he wore as he reached for her shoulder, giving her a soft push to pull her down to his lap, head resting on his thigh. (Y/n) looked up at him with wide eyes, not daring to move as he redirected his gaze to the papers he was reading.
Heat flushed through her, no longer able to focus on the papers she was supposed to grade. Her mind fully focused on the feeling of his thumb stroking the exposed part of her shoulder, making goosebumps rise on her skin. It took her a few more seconds to rip her eyes away from his handsome face, teeth buried in her lower lip as her shaky hands tightened their grip on the papers.
“You know,” he murmured his words, placing down his papers to fully direct his attention down onto (y/n). “Ever since I saw you in one of my classes, I wondered if we’d ever cross paths again.”
“Did you? I didn’t think you’d ever notice me.” A soft laugh left (y/n), hands also placing down the papers. He kept stroking her skin, hand slowly wandering down her arm, to her fingers. With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) felt him interlace their fingers, making her heart skip a handful of beats. The professor’s free hand found her face, cupping her cheek, with his gaze flickering between her curious eyes and her lips. She didn’t dare move, patiently waiting for him to do something, to give into the pull both were clearly taken hostage by.
His thumb found her mouth, softly tracing her lips. Draco didn’t expect her to part her lips, sucking his digit into her mouth – a movement that forced his eyes to darken. Before she could even begin to understand what he was doing, he had pulled her into a sitting position, lips clashing against hers without another warning.
It felt like her world had suddenly stopped spinning, everything was on hold, allowing (y/n) to fully focus on the feeling of his lips moving against hers. The kiss was spurred on by their longing, by the stolen glances they had shared over the past months, by their desires they hadn’t acted on till this very moment.
“If you only knew about the things you are doing to me.” He murmured his words against her lips, groaning into her mouth as her hands found his neck, tugging on his blonde roots. Their tongues met, battling a war of lust, of longing, a war both were determined to win. She crawled into his lap without breaking the kiss, clinging to him as if he was her lifeline, rescuing her from drowning in the cold, dark ocean.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” (Y/n)’s confession forced a smirk onto his lips, hands finding her thighs, moving up her legs to disappear beneath her skirt. All she could do was to keep still, holding her breath as his fingers found her soaked panties, meeting her covered, pulsing bundle of nerves. His eyes didn’t dare break contact as he raised his eyebrows, wordlessly waiting for her consent, not wanting to keep on touching her without hearing (y/n) speak the words. “Please, touch me, wherever you want to touch me.”
A satisfied hum left the man, fingers successfully pushing her panties aside. (Y/n)’s quiet moans rang in his ears as he teased her clit, rubbing the soft spot to push forceful waves of anticipation through her. She tried to shuffle closer, wanting to feel more of him, desperate for him to own her body and soul. His cold fingers felt unfamiliar on her skin, a touch she had been aching for ever since she had first seen him, wondering how and if he’d ever pull her closer.
(Y/n)’s hands found their way down his chest, to his black trousers, toying with the silver buckle of his belt. A groan left the man as she freed his twitching cock, carefully grasping him in her hands. Draco watched her with amazement swimming in his pupils, gaze torn between her fingers and her features. He kept moving his thumb, forcing moans out of her whenever he added more pressure, trying to bite down the need to bury his cock inside of her. But (y/n) seemed to fight the same battle, pulling him in for another teeth clashing kiss.
“Professor,” the word was whimpered against his lips, leaving him to hum, waiting for (y/n) to keep on talking. “Fuck me, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Something inside of him seemed to snap, pushing her off his lap and back against the couch, hovering above her. The sound of her panties being torn apart rang in her ears, forcing a gasp out of (y/n) that momentarily distracted her from the feeling of his cock being aligned with her entrance. He sank into her all too effortlessly, forcing her walls to clench around him, needing to adjust to his size. The both of them needed a few seconds before Draco started to move, balancing his frame with one hand placed on the armrest of the couch and the other holding her thigh.
(Y/n) tightened the grip her legs had on his waist, keeping him as close as possible, not wanting to part from him ever again. Draco fucked her without holding back, sinking deeper into her tightness with every passing thrust, set on making her forget about their surroundings.
The sweetest sounds left (y/n), fingernails leaving marks on his neck, set on marking him up, set on claiming him with her heart beating in sync with his. Both tried to keep their sounds to a minimum, not daring to catch the attention of the people walking past his office, and yet they struggled to do so, connecting their lips again to swallow their sounds.
She choked on his name, eyes rolling back into her head as he nudged her swollen spot, grinning in victory about finding the spot that would push her into her orgasms' open arms. (Y/n) sneaked one hand between them, rubbing her clit to give in, to follow the call of the sensation she had been aching for for years.
“I got you, pretty girl, let go for me.” Draco felt her walls clamp down on his cock, telling him that she was about to cum, set on fucking her through her high before he’d give in. He watched her fall apart, watched the pleasure-drunken expression tug on her features as he kept burying his cock inside her tightness. It was a moment he’d never forget, Draco was sure of it, mind and heart fully taken over by her.
Draco pulled away from her before he could cum inside of her, groaning in surprise as her hand reached for his cock, shuffling around to put her mouth on him. Their eyes found back together as she slightly nodded, allowing the moaning man to fuck her mouth. She gagged around him, clawed her fingernails into his thighs, taking every inch he forced down her throat.
He twitched in her mouth a few seconds before he came, filling her cheeks with his cum, allowing a deep, raspy moan to claw through him. She greedily swallowed every drop, humming around him, wordlessly thanking him for what had just happened.
Draco parted from her with a grin, tugging himself back into his trousers, watching (y/n) reach for her torn panties, unable to stop a huff from leaving her. His chuckles forced her to give into her own laughter clawing through her, pulled back into his open arms with a kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth.
“We really need to finish these papers, but I don’t think I can concentrate knowing you’re not wearing any panties now.”
