What has but should not
Chris Evans x Student!Reader
Disclaimer: Too make people less uncomfortable with age gaps as I sometimes am, Chris is a University teacher aged 27 and reader is 21 (In England thats like a common University age. Sorry if you are not familiar with British education but I'm British and I'm not familiar with any other. Sorry again however soulmate Au's are my kryptonite so here you are.)
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I have days where I just need to fall in love with music again. Days where I just need to breathe. Always remember to breathe. Breathing calms you down makes it easier to think.
Black and white bustled together in my vision and amalgamated into a bundle of different shades yet not colourful, not yet at least. I hadn't met them. I would soon, I could just feel it... Just tell. It still had the brand new suspension, that lingering excitement.
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I wasn't good at paying attention to when it was most important. I just drifted off into my own head, sometimes it can be hard to pull myself back but sometimes its as easy as clicking your fingers.
Someone was clicking their fingers in front of my face but I was lost to the music; fingers dancing on the ivory keys- waltzing a song I learned years ago. The meldoy bursting through the piano's lid like my thoughts bubbling over my head.
They were clicking in front of me.
It was only noticeable after I finished the song, where was I? The music classroom. What's the clicking? The new teacher. Am I alone again? Pretty much. Lists help me get back to reality.
"Back to earth are you? Took you a while. Beautiful playing by the way."
Words... Someone was speaking. What were they saying? Oh yes, I hear them now, I can hear now. Focus now.
"It's a little weird to be lost in your own head one second and to be lost in your own university the next."
"Well better lost in a secure, compact building than a city."
"Guess so but it takes away the adrenaline."
"Adrenalin junkie on my hands is it?"
"Nah just been lost enough times to not break down in panic but actually try and not be lost anymore."
"Well thats one way of describing yourself."
"As a 21 year old adrenaline junkie?"
"Yup. What's your name anyway? I'm Mr Evans but its not as formal in universities as it is at schools so I guess Chris."
"Y/n."
And I looked at him. From black and white keys to the colourful world and his face. Colour, expanding beyond the reaches of my eyes. I could see the world in all its hues. It was so... So... Beautiful.
"Well thats new."
"Really only just noticed?"
"Not good at paying attention."
"Explains a lot."
"But your my teacher is this like an acceptable thing?"
"It's happened before I just didn't expect it to happen to me so I didn't look into it."
"Well done dingus. Is there something that we should do, I don't know? Carry on and see what happens? What on earth do we do now? I haven't prepared for this I need a list!"
"Lists is gonna be a prominant part of whatever this will become isn't it?"
"Yep get used to it."
Of course with all the emotions I feel, guilt was one of them.
"Unless you don't want to... In which case I'm sorry and I should go I need to think I'm sorry sir I don't know I'm sorry."
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I like him. He's nice kind and smart and it seems a little disorganized. I don't know what to do. Is there protocol? Rituals? I don't know I wasn't taught it. I need help and it seems the only help I can be offered in this situation is from him.
Class tomorrow. I can go, I can do it. He deserves to know whats happening to, he should be the one to help. Should he?
I always second guess. The world wasn't monotonous anymore, it was new. New and scary. I don't know what to do in this situation, I'd like to know. I think he would to.
I'll go to class tomorrow. Sleep may help gather my thoughts. I don't want to be lost right now.
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"And that my friends is perfect stage prescence, something you have been tauvht over and over again but for the sake of what your exams are, which is performing in front of an audiance of at least 500, is something you will desperately need. And off you go."
I didn't want to just walk up to him and corner him. Confrontation isn't my forte, I don't have any idea how to formulate a coherent sentance right now. So I just stayed at the back on the smaller, upright piano tucked in the hall corner behind the rows of seats playing thing's that were comfortable and familiar. Remember to breathe.
"And I am in the prescence of the one person that makes all these colours visible and do you know how I know? It's because they shine brighter with you my dear."
I don't know if time could stop or slow down, but that moment seemed to last centuries as I turned round to face him, just a few rows away.
"Hello Y/n. And I know what I want, what do you want."
He knew me. In a breif encounter, he just... Knew me. Not like the back of his hand but like the mutual feeling between us. I could sense it, the longing, the yearning. I could practically hear his heart beat.
"You."
I knew my answer, just a word stuck to the back of my throat clogged with uneasiness and worry. It was free, I was free.
He ran, ran to where I had subconsciously stood and held me like a delicate vase containing every precious feeling.
Demanding, hungry, needing lips merged and melded together in blind colour and unwavering heat. Colour stretched across my eyelids and enveloped us like a blanket in this moment.
Hands around his neck, dragging him into the passionate reds. Chris... The name dripped from my lips with burgundy drugged up lust.
Cheeks stained pink with wandering hands searching for the sweet taste of the candy pink love jolting through every nerve in our bodies. My shirt was on the ground next to me and forgotten, washed upon the sand.
Sinking to the blue floor stretched like an ocean on our fingertips, lips grasped at every shade they could find as he searched my body for colour. Biting and soothing the swelling green of rising waves of pleasureas hot breath lingered over my chest.
Eye to eye, colours expanding like the sun and he had his approval. His assault of gorgeus purple bruises strailing patterns across the expanse of my skin.
Remember to breathe. The gorgeous milky brown body over me growled as my fingers wandered like my thoughts to the base of his shirt. Over his head in seconds. And I could feel him, every breath and twitch as I just touched the colours. He was not finished.
Arches smothered my vision as I arched my back into him, following every movement of darting yellows blinding me into pire bliss.
Sound mixed with a plethora of colours and emotions rang from my lips in fury as his tongue found where it was needed most.
Ivory teeth taunting and playing, touching and licking every expanse of flesh he uncovered. Shoulder blades casting black shadows as they moved with him, exploring for the place where he could make me scream the most.
Unorganized and disoriented, I could feel everything building. Teasing was not enough anymore. Belt thrown to the side and we continued to enjoy the array of pleasure before us. My hair pulled as he tensed with pleasure driving him harder and deeper to where I could not tell where I was. There was only me, him and the colours here.
Back arched into his every buck, every thrust where I could feel him, Feel him as a part of me and it felt just complete. Depper and deeper was the connection, fingernailes dragged into his back leaving scorching trails of sex. He gorged on every sound you emitted, it spurred him on like a race horse. Biting your collar bone and expanding your collection of fine purple bruises flecked across your body like an array of stars. White hot stars burning the back of your eyes as every defence, every knot indide you twisted away; with his swee release came your undoing with a powerful scream tearing through the auditorium uncaring of who heard you.
"God I love you."
"Fuck yes you do."
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Boi that was steamy at least I think it was. I don't do like nitty gritty smut I'm not built for that. But thats was good. Or good for my smut writing at least. Yes its gender neutral. Dont kill me but there are people who wanna read stuff like this so i keep reader as gender neutral as possible. Sometimes it doesnt work sometimes it does. I think jt worked here.
This is River, signing off.