Gen Asagiri is your Social Studies teacher that have a secret relationship with you
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Warning: NSFW, SMUT, Minors DNI, Student!Reader x Teacher!Character, No petrification Au, unprofessional behavior, semi public, poorly English
❥⇢ Definitely the kind of teacher who gives quick classes to finish soon. While he explains he wants everyone watching, he makes everything look like a big circus, doing everything possible for the students to watch the class.
He’s not professional at all so everyone has already speculated that he would have an affair with some student, and when you started to show yourself, bending down in front of him or making some provocative gestures, he quickly responded, but of course he wouldn’t let anyone but you notice.
❥⇢ The first time he fucks you, all the students were on the break, and he asked you to stay to “talk about your grades”, he is the first to propose sex in exchange for a certain increase in your grade.
You are pressed on the teacher’s table, some recently made tests of the students and playing cards are scattered around the table, while you hold the moans to the maximum so that no one can hear, he jokes sometimes, imitating your moans or talking about how you showed yourself to him, how much you talked to your friends about how much you would fuck him.
❥⇢ He manipulates you so that you don’t tell anyone anything, after all none of the teachers wants their reputation ruined. He calls you quite often for private “talks” and “classes”, but he knows that if he call u everyday people will be suspicious, especially with your grade rising so much.
❥⇢ The first time you go to her house for a private lesson session he receives you as if he were really there to teach, calling you to sit on the couch while he arranges the materials for the class, even questioning why you didn’t bring the materials, he smiles maliciously while he really starts to give you a private lesson, pretending to be misunderstood when you question, the farce end soon and he goes back to being the shameless pervert that he is, even worse because now, unlike the classroom or the teachers’s’ room he doesn’t have to worry about other people listening.
❥⇢ Receiving a blowjob during class seems like the most normal thing for him, when the students say that you are killing class he complains, saying that you are very irresponsible and will get scolded in the next class, he says while force your head more into his cock, and you will really get scolded but not in the conventional way obviously. He tells the classroom that he won’t teach today and just passes some questions for no one to disturb him, he pretends to correct tasks, just to be able to look down without anyone suspecting.
❥⇢ If he finds out that you are staying with another teacher, he will be the first to offer a treesome.
❥⇢ No one will find out, and if they find out, he will make sure that the person doesn’t say anything.
1.reader is deliberately teasing her in class and yk.. after class
2. reader is flirting with someone else to make her jealous
hi! i chose the first one, so here you go!
Detention
warnings: punishment, teasing, teacherxstudentreader!, jealousy, + smut at the end.
You settled at the desk and looked in front of yourself. There was Marilyn standing by her desk and between the plants. As you looked at her and she looked at you, you just smiled and sent her an air kiss. Marilyn smiled and then the class started.
You weren’t paying attention to your girlfriend at all. You were pretending that you were listening to her but in fact, all you had on your mind was how could you get her angry side. Smiling when an idea crossed your mind, you looked at Marilyn who was searching for an eye contact.
Not paying any attention to what she was saying, you opened your legs a little. Marilyn looked between your legs just for a second, but that was enough for her to realize that you were not wearing any panties and you weren’t wearing a bra neither. Marilyn looked you into your eyes and you just smiled innocently, trying to pretend that what she was talking about made you suddenly interested in the class and you weren’t going there just to tease her.
“Miss Y/l/n, please stay after the class. The rest of you is dismissed,” Marilyn said and you kept sitting on your place. When you were sure about that everyone from the class left, hearing the doors close shut, you smiled.
“What is it?” You stood up from your chair and walked over to her table where all of the plants Marilyn kept were. You just stood there, searching for some eye contact and when Marilyn stepped closer to you, you went on. “Why did the class end so soon? How will you explain that to the principal?”
“I will tell her I am sick. And since you use to help in the nursery, I asked you to stay and help me. Now. Why aren’t you wearing any underwear with a skirt like that darling?”
“Do I have to?” You asked back, making Marilyn just smile. It wasn’t that kind smile, it was mostly an angry smile.
“What if someone sees you like this?”
“Only you do,” you didn’t let her continue and that make Marilyn grab you by your jaw.
“Acting like a little slut, aren’t we?” Marilyn asked and she let go of you, walking past you. You just turned to see what she was doing and when she locked the doors of the classroom, you knew that she is thinking about the same thing as you. “I think my little girl needs a punishment, doesn’t she?”
“Maybe?”
“Bend over the desk, your legs parted."
You were a little scared of what did Marilyn want to do to you, but as much you were scared, that much you were excited. You turned, facing the desk and bent over it. You teasingly slowly parted your legs and turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.
"Now. You will count for me. You deserve to be punished.”
“Okay-“ you almost didn’t finish the word and Marilyn already hit you “O-One-“
“Good girl,” she praised you. “Go on.”
“Two!” you screamed this time and you heard how the blood was bubbling in your ears. Marilyn kept going and she slid her fingers into you really smoothly. “Oh shit-“
“Keep counting.”
“Three-“ you breathed out and Marilyn kept fingerfucking you. Your eyes were shut and you were enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain at the same time.
Soon when you didn’t know if you were at 12 or 15, you gave up. You were just laying all limp on the desk and what woke you up was Marilyn’s tongue.
“Oh-“ you moaned when she showed her tongue into you and you closed your eyes.
Marilyn took your ass cheeks and she pulled them open so she had better access to your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of her tongue and you closed your eyes.
“So good-“ you moaned out and shut your eyes. Since Marilyn couldn’t speak, she just hummed against you, sending vibrations through your body, bringing you closer to the edge with every hum she let out.
You were so turned on by the spanks you have received and Marilyn surely knew that. And the fact you were in case and a hot redhead was behind you eating you out, made your legs shake.
“Close aren’t we?”Marilyn asked you and you nodded your head. She knew that you had kinks and she knew what kinks did you have. Marilyn shower her fingers inside of you and she sucked on your clit, making you moan out louder than before. “Clenching so hard. All for me?”
“Yes. Please-“
“Shh,” Marilyn just hushed you and then she kissed you onto your ass. She also left there a bite and you moaned out in pleasure clenching your walls around her, feeling how your head was pulsating.
From this woman, you didn’t need too much. She knew what to do to make you cum and when she touched your body, you knew that you’re release wasn’t far away.
“Marilyn- please- im close-“
“You really don’t need too much, do you?” She laughed at her own question and she showed her fingers deeper inside of you, making you clench as hard as it was possible.
With a loud groan, you clenched your muscles and you started feeling dizzy. Since you were knew in these sexual things, you weren’t trained that well to hold it in, it took your short time to cum. And Marilyn knew it.
“Please-“
“Cum,” she whispered. You let your head fall limp and you didn’t know how, your eyes rolled back into your scalp and your souls left your shaking body on the table. Or it just felt like it.
“Good girl, such a good girl. We should do more spanking if it makes you cum this fast.”
“Yeah-“ you breathed out and then whined a little louder, so Marilyn covered your mouth with her hand.
“Now darling. get all cleaned up. Here are the keys. I’ll be in my office soon.”
“Thank you Marilyn,” you thanked her and with little difficulties and shaky legs, you stood up and started walking towards the doors.
A/N: Not that I’ve been posting that much lately anyway, but this will probably be my last story update until after my exams in June. Hopefully I’ll update a bit more regularly again after that.
I spent every spare moment cramming math into my brain. Give up? Like hell. It was the weekend before my midterm. It was mere days away and I was nervous.
“Is there anything else I can do before the test?” I asked.
“Go over the problems you’ve been reviewing up till now,” Mr Mochizuki said.
“Is that it? I don’t feel like it’s enough. I’m so nervous I feel like I might throw up. And it isn’t even the day of the test.”
“Well, in that case…” He took a moment to think things over and then nodded thoughtfully. “If you really want to be ready, you need to get used to the testing environment. If you’ve got the stomach for it, we can spend the whole day doing practice exams.”
I nodded. “Let’s do it.”
Mr Mochizuki grinned. “First solve all the problems within fourty minutes. We’ll work on picking up your speed.” I nodded. “Begin.” He produced a stopwatch and tapped his thumb over it. I threw myself into the equations before me. First, look at all the problems and decide which order I’d solve them in. Next, decide how long I’d spend on each question. Then, start from the problems I knew I could solve. God, I hoped all this time I spent studying paid off. It had to.
Mr Mochizuki and I chatted as we looked over all the practice tests of the day. I almost couldn’t believe my progress.
“Everything you got wrong was just a careless mistake. All your hard work really paid off,” he told me. “The one thing you’re missing is confidence, which you can get through repetition.”
“My confidence isn’t that great when it comes to math, I admit.”
“Only those with confidence to spare truly succeed at test-taking. You can do this. Trust in yourself and the time you’ve invested.”
“I believe you. Thanks. You’re the reason I came to this point.”
“Me? I didn’t do anything. This was all you. You’re the one who got up early, who spent all her free time studying. You worked really hard. You deserve to get into that medical course.” I was surprised to realise he’d been paying such close attention to me.
“You, uh… You knew about that, huh?”
“Duh. We live in the same house.” I shrugged. “Let’s do one more test tonight, and then I’ll cook you whatever you want tonight?”
“Anything I want? Then, I—”
“Want hamburgers?”
“You know me so well,” I said jokingly. “I’ll help.”
“No, this is my treat for a long day of studying.”
“Finished that last test.” I put my pencil down.
“It was close, but you made the cut-off. A ninety. Congrats.”
“Thank you for helping me today.”
“A whole day off spent working… Someone deserves a reward.”
“Another one?” I arched an eyebrow.
“I’m gonna run to the convenience store really quick.”
“So by ‘someone’ you meant you.”
“Who else?”
“The person who did the actual studying.” I pointed towards myself.
“You got your hamburgers.”
“So? Maybe I want something else.”
“Fine, fine. But just this once.”
I grinned.
It was just a few minutes’ walk to the convenience store from Mr Mochizuki’s. This area was so quiet, it was just us on the street. I kept stealing glances at him, trying to keep my growing smile in tone.
“What are you gonna get at the store?” he asked.
“Hmm… dunno. Depends on what they’re stocked with. I’ll decide when I get there.”
“You know this is on my dime, right? Don’t go too crazy.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll pay for my own stuff. Oh, and we’ve got to get some of those limited-edition chocolate puffs, too.”
“They have those? If you see some, you make sure to let me know, okay?”
“I will.”
“You’re an honest one, huh,” he muttered. I looked at him. “With that honesty, you can accept anything, head-on.”
“You really think that?” No one had ever said anything like that to me before.
“I do. Normally, I’d say that honesty comes from not seeing enough of the world, but… I think it’s just one of your many inherent strengths.” His eyes took on a melancholy I’d never seen from him before. I stitched my brows together. “Today, and just today, I’m gonna let you buy whatever you want.”
“I told you, I can pay for it myself.”
“Stop arguing. Buy anything you want. It’s on me.”
I sighed. “You’re going to regret that.”
“Well, you deserve it. You put up with a lot of studying.”
“I know, but I did that for my benefit. Not so you’d buy me stuff.”
“I said stop arguing.”
“You know for someone who calls me stubborn, you take the cake.”
That night, we threw ourselves a junk food party.
On Monday, I was about to leave after club practice when I saw a note stuffed into my shoe locker.
“Ooh, is that a looove letter?” Yuka asked playfully behind me. I turned a sour look on her.
“A love letter? To you? Doubt it,” Tsukishiro said, having shown up.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eito snapped at him.
“It’s okay, Eito,” I turned a smirk on Tsukishiro. “Tell me, why do you think it’s unlikely for me to get a love letter?”
“Well, you have kind of an off-putting personality...” he avoided my eyes. An off-putting personality... and yet these two idiots insist on involving themselves with me.
I barked a laugh. “You really think guys ask me out because they like my personality? That is just adorable, really,” I mocked him.
“She’s the prime minister’s daughter, genius. It doesn’t have anything to do with whether they actually like her or not,” Eito said, leaning against his locker with his bag slung over one shoulder.
“Seriously?” Tsukishiro asked.
“Uh-huh,” I replied.
“That’s so shallow,” Yuka said.
I arched an eyebrow at her. “Why are you mad about it? I’m the one dealing with it.”
“It still pisses me off,” she said. I didn’t get it.
My eyes fell back on Tsukishiro. “Are you telling me if you asked me out, it wouldn’t have anything to do with who my parents are?”
“Exactly.” My eyes widened at his response. He meant it.
“That’s...”
“Adorable?” he asked.
“Admirable. But don’t expect other guys to be as sincere as you,” I replied as I opened the note. Tomorrow, after school, meet me in the A.V. room.
“You’re not actually gonna go, are you?” Tsukishiro asked.
I shrugged. “Probably not.”
That night I was unpacking my bag in the living room, trying to fish out my math books for our tutoring session when the letter from earlier slipped out.
“What’s that? A letter?” Mr Mochizuki asked.
“Not what I’d consider a letter but you could call it that.” I shrugged.
“A love letter?” Having seen what was on it, an eyebrow arched on his forehead. “Who’s it from?”
I waved the letter in front of him. “You see a name on this thing? Cause I don’t.”
“A love letter from a mystery admirer.” He placed a few fingers to his forehead, thinking something over. “You going to go?”
“I’m curious about who it’s from.” The opposite of what I told my classmates, mostly because Eito was there. He had this ridiculous notion that he had to deal with these annoyances on my behalf which was in and of itself, also an annoyance.
“Anyone you’re hoping to see there?” Mr Mochizuki asked. You? I smiled wryly.
“Not particularly. But whoever it is is going to be in for a nasty surprise.” I waved the piece of paper in front of his face again. “I don’t take well to these things.”
“Love letters?” he asked.
“No, orders. This thing doesn’t even have a ‘please’ in it.”
Mr Mochizuki’s eyes widened. “That’s why you’re going to go?”
“Why else would I go? It’s not like I care about any of this.” I crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it. It landed in the trashcan a few feet away.
“Pretty good aim.” Something in his voice sounded almost relieved. I raised an eyebrow.
“I should hope so. I am in the archery club.”
“Let’s get back to the practice tests. While I’m correcting your last one, you can go ahead and solve these here.” He was back to being the stern teacher I’d come to know and love, and I turned my attention back to the tests.
After school, I made my way to the A.V. room. I didn’t know who sent the letter but I wasn’t particularly surprised when Sato turned up a few seconds after I did.
“You came,” he said.
“You wrote me that letter,” I muttered.
“Uh-huh. I’ve liked you for a really, really long time now, Haruka. Would you wanna go out with me? Be my girlfriend.” There was zero preamble in his words. I almost grimaced. If I was being completely honest, Sato creeped me out.
“I looked him straight in the eyes. “Sorry, Sato. I like someone else.” I gave him a formal bow and attempted to walk past him on my way out. He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me up against a desk. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“I love you. Can’t you see that? What do I need to do to make you understand? Maybe a kiss could show you?”
“You’re insane.”
“Just a peck, nothing big.” I shoved him off me, but he grabbed both my arms, pinning me. “Haruka...”
Alright, if he was willing to go this far, there was only one thing I could do. I rammed my knee hard between his legs. He cried out in pain and stumbled back. A normal girl would have run at this point. But I wasn’t normal. I grabbed his hair and shoved his head down to my knee. I could hear the crack of bone breaking as I shoved him against the black board. Grabbing him by the collar, I launched my fist. I missed, hitting the board right beside his face. His eyes widened.
“You ever pull a stunt like this again, I promise you, I won’t miss.” Keeping my fist against the board, I let go of his shirt and watched as he ran from the classroom.
“Haru!” I heard Eito’s voice just as the sound of Sato’s receding footsteps began to fade.
I shook my fist and turned around. “Hey, what are you doing here?” I knew he’d show up.
“I heard fighting,” Eito said, stepping into the classroom.
“I wouldn’t call this a fight,” I replied nonchalantly.
Eito’s eyes fell on the drawing board where my fist had left a rather large dent. He looked at my hand as I hopped onto one of the desks.
“Your hand...”
“It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt.”
“It looks broken.” He took my hand and applied pressure to my knuckles. “Can you feel that?”
“Of course I can feel it.”
“But it doesn’t hurt.”
“No.”
“Does this hurt?” He pressed down on my knuckles harder.
“No. For god’s sake, Eito, how many more times do I have to tell you? I don’t feel pain.”
Eito dropped my hand. “Right. That’s the only reason you survived, right?”
My eyes widened as I was taken back to the day I uttered those words. “You heard me say that?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t respond. Eito slammed the back of his fist against the board. “Dammit, Haruka!”
“Eito...” I frowned.
“You are always so quick to throw yourself under the bus for us. Sacrificing yourself. Is that why you did it? Because you knew that no matter what they did to you, you wouldn’t feel it?”
“No,” I answered, my voice hoarse.
“Then why?”
“I wanted to protect you.”
“Then is it really that hard to believe that sometimes I want to protect you too?! You’re my cousin and my best friend. Stop being a martyr for once and let someone else in!” I had nothing to say in response. He’d figured out why I really came: so he wouldn’t be able to get involved. I’d never seen him get this emotional before. He sighed. “Get that looked at. Just because you can’t feel it, doesn’t mean it isn’t broken.” I nodded, avoiding my cousin’s gaze as he left.
I sighed and walked over to the window. “You can come in, you know. No use lurking in the hallway.”
“You knew I was there?” I heard the clack of Mr Mochizuki’s shoes against the tiles as he came into the classroom, closing the door behind him.
“Yeah.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you.” I heard him approach me. He pulled me towards him, his hand on the back of my head. My eyes widened as I heard his heart pound against my ear. I was in his embrace, held in his arms.
“Are you alright?” he asked again. A quiet question, spoken in a pained whisper. His arms tightened around me.
After a long moment of silence, I said, “No.” I pulled myself away, looking down.
“I’m here. Everything’s okay now.” I nodded, stepping back. “What happened?” I nodded my head in the direction of the drawing board. “You did that?”
I held my injured hand up with a wry smile. “Congenital pain insensitivity. It’s a genetic mutation that makes the person unable to feel pain.”
Mr Mochizuki’s eyes widened. “You have it?”
I nodded. “You want to know about that conversation between me and Eito just now...” I said matter-of-factly.
“You don’t have to say anything.” I nodded again. “So, was Eito...”
“The person who sent me that letter? No. It was Sato. I rejected him and he forced himself on me.” I gave a wry chuckle. “I may have gone a little overboard with the self-defense. Then Eito showed up and we had an argument.” I heaved a long sigh. “I’d better get this looked at.” I left.
I had texted Pierre that I’d be late to work today. Aunt Ran only gave me an exasperated look when I showed up at the hospital. She didn’t bother asking questions, only told me to be more careful as she patched me up. After work, Mr Mochizuki stopped by to walk me home.
“Thanks for coming all the way out here,” I said. Kei couldn’t pick me up today; he was busy investigating my stalker. Although after what happened today, I had a pretty good idea of who it could be.
“Of course… I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to you. About Sato… I never realised he’d be this dogged.”
“He’s the least of my problems right now,” I said.
“I know you’re going through a lot right now and I don’t want to freak you out even more, but… You need to be careful of him.”
“I think I’ve proven I can take care of myself,” I gave him a cheeky smile, to which he laughed.
a/n : No-one requested this lol so enjoy the product of my unhealthy obsession with Jonathan crane <3
Summery : A new professor takes on y/n's psychology class in the middle of the semester. She doesn't think much of it at first but strangely amidst the chaos of Gotham city she finds herself being drawn to him. As she gets closer she finds out the sinister truth behind his strange obsession with fear.
Y/n's day started the same way most of the time. She would leave her quiet apartment and take a crammed 15 minute subway ride to her university. Today she was lucky enough to find a seat on the crowed train even though that didn't save her from being very up-close and personal to the other passengers who held on to the straps just above her seat. She dreaded it but the music that flowed through her ears like needle and thread made it a little more bearable. She was listening to Alone With You by Daughter one of her favorite bands. She recognized a familiar station as the train came to a screeching halt. She got up from her seat quickly exiting the train. Relief swept over her as she breathed the inky air of the underground station, glad to be out of the rusty old rice cooker Gotham considered public transport . She pushed through groups of meandering people clutching onto her bookbag because if there was one thing Gotham was famous for it was crime. Y/n had heard countless stories of people getting robbed and beat to death or raped in this very same subway station. The stories made her afraid, being wary of any strangers or unwanted company. She wanted to be invisible and maybe if no-one knew her she couldn't be the victim of some cruel murder, right?
Y/n’s POV
I quietly walked into the lecture room my sneakers stepped gently over the marble floor not wanting to make my presence know to anyone. I plopped into my seat which was right at the front of the class. I didn't particularly like it there but the back of the class had a tendency of creating unnecessary distractions. The indistinct chatter from the class creeped up under the chords of the music that was still playing in my ears. I took out my computer, flipping it open with ease. A brown leather book stuck out from my bookbag, I pulled it out flipping it open to the most recent pages. I scribble down a few notes and reminders. A gentle tap on the shoulder triggered a fast response from me as I whipped my head around. Salina stood beside me, bright and smiling as usual. I pulled the earphones out of my ears returning a smile in her direction. "Good morning earphone head!" she teased taking the seat next to me. Salina was one of the few people if not the only person I had befriended in Gotham . She was sarcastic and stylish and didn't seem put off by my quietness when we first met. " Have you heard about the new professor?" she queried taking out her own books.
"no", I responded looking back to my notes.
"Of course you haven't I wonder if you ever know anything that's going on around here," she said letting out a sigh of exasperation.
"How interesting could a psychology professor be?" I commented while scribbling some more notes.
" Apparently he's a doctor who works at Arkham," she furthered peering at my notes from my shoulder.
Before I could even think of a response the door of the now full lecture hall swung open a tall dark haired figure stalked in. He gradually became clearer as he moved closer to the desk. His hair was a deep brown and as he looked up I caught sight of his almost electric blue eyes that appeared to have endless unexplored depths. He wore a dark grey suit, tie tucked neatly under his sweater. It suddenly dawned on me that I had been staring for too long. I quickly pulled away my gaze. "Good morning class, my name is Dr. Crane I will be taking your psychology classes for the rest of the semester. I expect you to keep working well as you did with your previous professor. Today we will be closing on Trauma and starting a new topic," he said turning swiftly on his heel to roughly spell out the word Fear on the dusty chalk board. " I trust you are all taking notes, now let us begin".
His voice left an echo ringing in my head and I couldn't help but steal a glance at him every once in a while as he spoke. There was something about him that sparked curiosity inside of me. The lesson was long but it felt short it felt like a small glimpse into the expansive maze that was his mind. Like a small drop from sea of everything he knew.
I packed up my things placing my computer into my book bag as I glanced towards him one last time. He sat on his desk writing something in a notebook. I left.
Overlapping conversations pilled up into muffled noises as I walked through the hallways. My book bag felt heavy on my shoulder as I bumped past figures and bodies trying to get to the library. The large brass door finally came into sight and a sigh of silent relief left my lips. The campus library wasn't fancy in fact it was quite the opposite. Piles of returned books lay untouched by the librarian's desk. People here didn't really bother to sign the books they took out back in. They would simply pile them up by the desk and leave all the work for the librarian. Two old wooden tables stretched out in the front of the library and that's where most student sat down to study. I always found it too crowded. I preferred the small forgotten couch at the very back of the library. Pushed in amongst discarded old textbooks and encyclopedias the small couch was almost flattened yet mildy comfortable nonetheless . I pulled my knees into my chest so I could fit into the small space the couch offered leaning in against the wiry armrest for comfort. I pulled out the book I'd been meaning to read for ages, Blink by Malcom Gladwell. Prying it open with bated breath I delved in desperately needing a distraction from thoughts surrounding my new professor. His voice still echoed in my mind like a religious harmony through a cathedral. I hoped that the book would help to ease my mind and as I flipped through one page and then the next it began to do just that.
My eyes blinked open a sharp brightness peeling through them blurring my vision temporarily. Soon enough they adjusted to the harsh lighting and my mind followed behind piecing together information that could lead to where I currently was. The creaky wooden shelves glowed dull grey under the fluorescent lighting and the small couch now felt like a metal stretcher fit for an insane asylum. Uncomfortable. I stretched out my arms, a yawn erupting from my mouth as I did. I fell asleep in the Library. The book I was reading was now sprawled out on the floor mockingly. I sighed, frustration creating creases on my forehead. A sudden sense of urgency prompted me to scramble to my feet, vertigo punishing me instantly for doing it so quickly. I proceeded to scan the library who's lights now flooded the room creating a clear contrast between it and the night sky that was visible through the dusty windows. I picked my book up from the floor and dropped it into my book bag the terror in me coming alive like a werewolf on a full moon. It was night time in Gotham. Some called them the dread hours, that time of day when the lights were off and criminals could do all sorts of sinister things under the cover of darkness.
I barged through the brass door of the library my pace urgent and uneven. I fished my phone out of my bag, it lit up instantly showing we the many calls that Salina had left for me. I was frustrated with myself for being so careless. I picked up my pace as my shoes made skidding sounds across the marble floor. The halls of the University that were once alive with students buzzing in and out of their respective lectures were now desolate and eerie. I walked briskly to the main exit trying to figure out how I would get home in the process. Taking the subway at this time would be like asking to be murdered and who knows what kind of creeps would be wondering around the streets this late. My mind raced with anxious thoughts, so much so that I didn't notice when I collide with something in my path.
I went stiff, fear sending cold hard ice flowing through my veins in the place of blood. I guess my panic response must be freeze because the though of mobility was foreign to me in this moment. I looked up to see who it was I had bumped into and my eyes grew wide as I saw professor Crane standing right in front of me. My posture softened and I could feel my veins defrosting as the cold feeling of fear thawed into relief. I was relived to see him but also curious as to what he was doing so late in the school.
" Oh professor I'm so sorry I must not have been looking where I was going," a string of apologies came bounding out of me.
" No, I should have been more attentive, miss...what is your name?" He questioned bright blue eyes staring into mine through his glasses.
" y/n L/n" I said nerves pricking me in the gut like thumb tacks.
" Miss y/n, may I ask what you are doing in school at this hour?" He said voice professional yet heavy with intrigue.
" I, uhm lost track of time." I half lied fearing what he would think of me if I told him the truth.
" How are you getting home?" He asked eyes wandering around my face like a biologist observing a new kind of bacteria under a microscope. Fascinated.
I ducked my head down, helplessness building up in me like a kettle of boiling water. " I don't exactly know," I said in a low voice.
" Well I couldn't allow you to go on your own," he paused observing my demeanor for a short moment, " Gotham is a very dangerous place you know filled with very dangerous people, we wouldn't want you meeting any of them now would we." He said a slight edge to his voice this time.
"No, professor" I said softly. I agreed with him I really didn't want to have any nasty encounters with anyone in Gotham and then be just another raped and murdered girl on the morning papers.
" Where do you live y/n?" My name sounded like something better than it really was when he said it, as if he treated every syllable with care.
" About a 45 minute walk from here," I said
" Then you'll allow me to hale you a cab?" He offered politely.
I may have been reluctant to show it but I was very happy he had made the offer. A gentle smile appeared on my face," Thank you. "
A linear smile pulled at his lips, " It's my pleasure y/n."
We walked out into the city which was damp with the residue of rain and lit by apartment lights and billboards. My sneakers plopped through puddles as Professor Crane walked next to me, his hands tucked away in his pockets with his graceful stride unfaltering. " I noticed that you didn't speak much or raise your hand during my lecture, " He questioned smoothly cutting through the silence that lay between us. He paused before asking further "why is that?".
" I'm not great at speaking in public" I admitted finding it strange how easy it was for me to speak with him. I never usually told anyone anything about myself. Opting to listen carefully instead.
" That is not a gift that many people posses," he added as light drops of water trickled down from one of the many lights in the street. It trickled down my cheek sending a small shiver through my spine.
" I found the lecture very perceptive," I said softly, finding strange courage within our conversation.
" Is that so, I have plenty more to say about the topic if you wish to know more," he offered eyes nearly coming alight with a sort of deeply hidden interest.
" I would love to," I responded brightly. It was true they way he spoke about psychology got the wheels in my mind turning like there was an endless world of things to learn.
We were now standing by the damp street waiting for a cab to drive by. The tip of my sneakers were wet as I bounced on my heal while cold air brushed against my face. I knew it wouldn't be long until a cab arrived, this was quite a busy street at night. I would never have paid attention to the night time scenery by myself but here next to professor Crane I felt safe. I observed the city without any anxious thoughts invading my mind. My eyes found breathtaking beauty in the stars that hid behind stalky skyscrapers. He couldn't possible know how much I appreciated his company. Alone, I would have been petrified, shaking in my damp shoes.
" You should join me after class tomorrow if you would like to discuss this topic further," he offered just as a yellow cab came to an abrupt halt in front of us. I thanked him agreeing to meet with him after the lecture tomorrow to discuss his views on fear.
The cab ride was cold and void of comfort yet somehow I felt warm.
Once at home, I threw my coat over my coat hanger letting out a sigh of exhaustion as I waddled over to my small kitchen in my small apartment. Dinner was usually a lonely affair, just me and my oven heated lasagna pack and the Tv providing comforting background noise.
Title: Teaching Assistant
Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten
Pairing: LokixReader
Rating: Mid
Warning: spankings, mentioning of masturbation, ED, college, teacherxstudent
Summary: You get a job as a teaching assistant for you professor Loki Laufeyson. Quickly the relationship takes a turn when Loki offers to teach you the robes of BDSM.
‘’Print Goddamit,’’ you scream at your small printer when it refuses to deliver you your story. You had gotten up in time to print those damn papers but nothing… It was on and everything.
Angrily you slap your Laptop closed and put it in your bag. Another class awaits you in a moment. You pack up your things and leave for your class. A nervous tingle is in your stomach. This will be the first day that you’re the official teaching assistant from Professor Laufeyson!
‘’There is my bitch,’’ Dimitri calls out when he sees you on campus. ‘’I can’t believe you managed that girl.’’ He pulls you into a tight hug while congratulating you. ‘’Thanks,’’ you shyly reply.
Then the interrogation starts. Dimitri asks you a thousand questions about yesterday. He buys you your coffee and then you leave for class.
Meanwhile in professor Laufeysons office. He walks in and turns the lights on. He runs a hand through his glorious hair before striding to his office. The professor gets everything ready for the day when he suddenly notices his printer. A stack of papers hangs out of it and some lay on the ground.
He sighs deeply and starts to gather it. My Pleasure. Y/N Y/L/N. He frowns deeply. Why would you randomly send this to him? Probably he just needs to read and correct it, it wouldn't be the first time a student wants him to read their work. Sending it ten times, however, is a little overdone.
He takes a map and places one version of it. Afterwards, he bins the leftover papers since they are unnecessary now. Loki starts to prepare for his first lecture then pushing the story to the back of his head. He’ll read it when he has time.
The day passes quickly full of lectures and students asking all kinds of questions. He gets quite some papers turned in that are to be graded before he can return to his office. When he arrives you are waiting on the bench for him.
‘’Punctual are we,’’ Loki sighs unlocking his office, ‘’I didn’t expect you for another ten minutes?’’ He gives you a look as he lets you in. ‘’My professor let me go earlier, professor…’’ He nods a little and closes the door behind himself.
Loki takes out the papers he received and lays them out. ‘’These need grading. The only thing I expect you to do is grammar and spelling check. I want you to be stern and merciless, think you can do that?’’ Quickly you nod as he hands you a few papers with a red sharpie. ‘’Yes professor…’’ You lay it down on his desk and start the job immediately.
The grading takes a long time but that’s fine. You learn a lot from it. After a few hours, Loki puts away his marker again. ‘’Could you please go get me a black coffee?’’ he hands you five pounds while still reading.
‘’Yes… Of course!’’ You take the five pounds and grab your jacket. ‘’Go get yourself one as well.’’ You look a bit surprised when he says that and not. ‘’You drink latte’s, don’t you,’’ Loki frowns while thinking, ‘’get yourself one of those.’’ ‘’Thank you.’’
Quickly you get to the cafe close by to get the coffee’s that one cost one pound fifty so you have two pounds left to return to him. When you return you notice the new stack of papers in need of grading and hold back a sigh. This is your life from now on…
The next days go the same until it is finally weekend! Glorious weekend! Loki has been the same cold, stern and rude professor to you the whole week and you can’t wait to take a well-deserved break!
You spent your weekend, writing, working on Saturday, drinking coffee and watching movies. Your quite a domestic person. You like being at home without anyone else but you love the occasional party as well.
Loki lives further from Campus. You are still in the dormitory but have a room for you alone now and made it your own. It is a bit of a maze because of the closets, bed and other things but it is yours.
You again try to print some of your stories but again your printer refuses to spit out the papers. You mumble something rude and then decide to leave it alone. You’ll print at Dimitri’s later or in the library.
Back at Loki his office he just came to bring some graded papers and get some other things. He walks in and lays the stab of essays down when he notices his printer is on and loads of papers are printed once again. He gets the papers quickly before pulling the plug from the damn thing.
Again you… He should have a word with you that you shouldn’t abuse his printer like this. He gets the map in which he placed the other stories you sent him. He takes those home too, he might as well read them then.
When he gets home to his flat on the top floor of a large building he sits down on a chair near the window while looking out over his beloved city. He starts to read the stories with a flaming red Sharpie in hand to point out all of your mistakes.
Soon, however, it becomes clear that this is not what he expected it to be, at all… The more he reads the deeper the frown on his forehead gets. What were you thinking? He needs to have a good talk with you Monday…
Back home you are seated on your four-poster bed watching a show before bed when you get a text from the professor.
Professor Laufeyson.
We need to talk. It’s important. I have already informed your teachers you won’t be coming to class. I require you to be at my office at 9 AM, you better be there on time!
Y/N Y/L/N
Yes Professor. I hope it is nothing too serious?
Professor Laufeyson.
I’m afraid it is Miss Y/L/N. I will see you tomorrow.
Nerves are tangled in your stomach. You have been awake almost the whole night. You worried about the situation you got yourself in. What happened, what did you do? You feel like a small child again, kicked out of yet another family for no reason…
You are now seated on the bench next to his office unable to keep your mind straight. Hot tears burn in your eyes from pure fear of the professor…
When he finally turns around the corner he doesn’t even acknowledge you. No look, nod or ‘good morning’ he just walks past you and opens his door. He eventually does call you in and tells you to take a seat.
When you sit down you feel scared and small, even more now you are in the presence of Professor Laufeyson… He looks at you sternly for a second before opening his bag and pulling out papers. You frown a bit. What is that?
‘’Do you understand that it is highly disrespectful to send your professor such rubbish? If you weren’t my teaching assistant and liked you I would step to the dean right away.’’ You look at the raven-haired man with large eyes. Whatever is he talking about?
‘’I’m so sorry professor but I don’t know what this is about,’’ you carefully chime in. He slaps the papers on his desk. ‘’So you didn’t write this rubbish?’’ ‘’Write what?’’ ‘’You really do not know what this is about?’’ He stands up and walks around his desk to the side where he leans on it again.
‘’His hands tangle in hers when his large dick thrusts into her. She screams out while he simply groans. Legs are tangled while Jonny thrust into her womanhood with great force.’’ Tears start to gather in your eyes.
The stories were printed out here that's why your computer kept saying it was printed but your actual printer didn’t do a thing… That means he read it. Your secret is out and you will be expelled for it! How did this happen to you?
‘’Jenny her hands tangle into the ropes Jonny tied her up with.’’ He sighs deeply and walks towards the fireplace. He is now behind you while tears start to stream down your cheeks. This can only happen to you…
You can feel Loki his presence right behind you. He throws the papers in front of you. They are full of red marks. Oh no… He actually read it? You expected that he would have stopped after he found out what it really was…
‘’I’m so sorry. I tried to print them at home. They were never supposed to get to you, professor. I swear it is just a misunderstanding!’’ He lets out a sarcastic laugh. ‘’It better is! It is clear you never even met a treu dom… You clearly don’t know what you are doing or what that community really is.’’
Suddenly his large hand crawls up to your neck. ‘’But don’t worry, little girl,’’ he speaks in a now softer tone, ‘’I’m willing to teach you everything you need to know. If you agree to it of course.’’ You swallow unable to say a thing.
What is he proposing? For you to become… To become his sub? What does that even really mean? He is right after all, you don’t have an ounce of experience.
‘’I…’’ You don’t know how to reply. Do you want this? Do you want this with him? You have to admit you had the occasional fantasy about him in the bedroom but that won’t be a reality. Maybe you want to find out what that reality is?
‘’Tell me, little one, are you going with my offer?’’ ‘’Yes.’’ He leans in further until his lips are right next to your ear. ‘’Good. Rule number one then, always address me with Master, understood?’’ You take a deep breath before replying.
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Hi anon! So Cash and I met 2 years ago. I was his student completely by chance as I just needed to fulfill a bacc core requirement for university.
After a few weeks I realized I should make a point to hold onto him because I knew he was meant to be part of my life. Cue COVID! I had just asked him if I he needed help with preparing his classes for the next term, so we agreed to not meet on campus cause security would probably yell at us.
We started spending a lot of time at his place working looong hours. Sometimes until 2 am. As football season came around, he asked if I would stay and watch some games with him. This was where we left it for a while, until he invited me over to watch some of his favorite movies. I think at this point we became pretty inseparable.
Also, we’re both idiots. For months we’ve had serious feelings for each other and too scared to bring it up in case it ruined our perfectly good friendship. So of course I gently explained that I like him, I think he feels the same way to an extent, and it’s up to him to decide where this goes. Luckily he made up his mind on the spot and we’re officially “together” now!
TL:DR We took things very slowly and made a point to be very good friends and know everything about each other before moving into anything resembling a relationship.
