Listen, okay first of all i know this took 6 months i suck i’m sorry :( I had this idea with @prurientpuddlejumper and it expanded it into what is hopefully a good chapter for this fic. The first three chapters are pinned on my profile if you wanna catchup or reread.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, thigh-riding, student/professor relationship (don’t do this lmao).
Taglist: @feedthemadness-sweetie @prurientpuddlejumper @madamsnape921
For the next week all you could think about was your encounter with Doctor Chilton. You thought about it when you were awake and you dreamt about it when you were asleep. You wanted more. The thought of his little moans and the way he melted so easily under your hands distracted you from everything you had to do. By the time your next lecture with the Doctor came around you were practically shaking with the anticipation of just seeing him again.
However, the night before the lecture you had gotten so little sleep due to unfinished assignments that you didn’t hear your alarm screaming at you in the morning. When you finally awoke with a start you rolled over and checked your phone, almost jumping out of bed when you processed the time - 8:50am. Ten minutes before your lecture. You threw on the first clothes that fell out of your closet and ran out of the door, praying you could make it across campus before your professor began the lecture. You ran down the corridor and skidded almost cartoonishly to open the door to your lecture hall:
“You are late.” Doctor Chilton stated matter-of-factly, turning to face you along with the rest of the class.
“I’m sorry, I overslept”, you paused, considering whether you should push your luck in such a precarious position. Fuck it...“sir”.
Doctor Chilton’s eyes widened briefly in remembrance until he quickly composed himself and straightened his posture - pushing out his chest and tightening the grip on his cane.
“Take a seat...And don’t ever be late to my class again, understand?”
You nodded as you quickly climbed the steps to take your seat next to your friend who gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed a small piece of paper towards you that just said ‘coffee?’. You breathed a sigh of relief and settled into the hours of inevitable boredom and daydreaming.
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You took a final gulp of your long-awaited coffee and tuned back into what your friend was talking about from across the table. You’d manage to snag a quaint, quiet corner in the café of your favourite bookshop near campus and that’s where you had spent the last few hours gossiping with your friend about everything from dormmates, to work, to exams, until the conversation drew to a natural halt and the topic you had been dreading was finally broached,
“So,” your friend began, crossing their arms on the table and leaning forward in their seat, “you and Professor Chilton, huh?”
You huffed a small laugh and shook your head.
“There is no me and Professor Chilton. It was a one-time thing, that’s all”.
“You’re joking, right? I saw the way you looked at each other when you stumbled into the hall this morning! You’re hot for teacher!” They laughed sardonically at their own joke as you hung your head to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Am not!”, you shouted - accidentally more defensive than you needed to be against the obvious teasing - “He’s just, you know, he’s actually sweet when you talk to him.”
They giggled to themselves and raised an eyebrow at you,
“Sweet? So poetic, damn William Wordsworth, try not to come on your seat you’ll traumatise the poor -”
Before they could even finish their sentence you both burst out laughing, ignoring the confused and slightly annoyed looks of everyone around you as you clutched your hands to your chest in mock breathlessness. When the two of you eventually regained your senses you locked eyes and panicked slightly as their expression suddenly became sullen and serious.
“Just be careful, okay?” they sighed, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
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Please attend my office between the hours of 2PM and 4PM.
You peered down at your phone in your hand and smiled. ‘Exam supervision’; yeah the last time you asked for that you ended up with carpet burn on your knees for the next two days. The rhythmic tapping of metal against the hard floor signalled the arrival of Professor Chilton, or rather Frederick as he had indicted you call him in private, and you looked up wide-eyed and eager as your eyes latched onto the suit he was wearing today. You were obviously used to Frederick’s expensive and extravagant suits as he never wore anything but those during lectures, however, this one you had never seen before and it was tailored so perfectly to sculpt his chest, waist, and thighs that you briefly wondered how every student enrolled at the university wasn’t head-over-heels for this man. Frederick noticed you staring and hastily opened the door to his office, placing a hand on your back to guide you through then locking the door behind you. He turned on his heels and smirked at you.
“Like what you see?” He asked, slowly walking forward until he was within touching distance of you. You felt his breath dance across your face and inwardly giggled to yourself as the smell of fresh mint filled your nose - god he is so adorable. You cleared your throat nervously and took a deep breath and leant forward to brush your nose against his, teasing him as your lips just barely grazed.
“Yes, sir.” You whispered quietly before closing that tiny, torturous gap and kissing him with soft passion. He moaned into your mouth as your tongue pushed past his lips and your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as possible, revelling in the comforting heat of his chest against yours. Frederick’s hands found purchase on your waist as he lightly pushed you backwards towards the brown, leather couch that occupied the space under the window at the furthest end of his office. When you felt the back of your knees hit the arm of the couch you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to reach over to the window and pull the cord which shut the blinds. The instant they shuttered closed you wrapped your arms back around Frederick and pulled him down onto the couch so he was on top of you - one leg on the floor for balance and the other bent at the knee and pressed between your thighs. You smirked against his lips at the soft grunting sound he made as he landed ungracefully on top of you and began trailing your lips along his jawline while your fingers fumbled with the infinite buttons on his fancy double-breasted suit. Meanwhile, Frederick clumsily ran the hand that wasn’t gripping the sofa up your thigh and scrambled to remove your pants. When you finally exposed enough of Frederick’s chest to satisfy your desperation you dipped your head to lightly bite along his collarbone, running your tongue over the small marks you left in your wake. The sound of Frederick’s pathetic little whimpers and whines bounced off the book-lined walls and you gasped as you felt him grind his crotch against your thigh.
Suddenly, he quickly pulled himself away from your semi-undressed form and began stuttering embarrassed apologies as a red hue crawled its way up his chest and neck. Once you had taken a few seconds to regain your thoughts you rested your hands on either side of his face and lowered him back down to you. You pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth,
“It’s okay, baby”, you muttered softly, punctuating your pause with another kiss, “you did nothing wrong.”
You locked eyes with his and your heart suddenly felt heavy as you found the same sad, confused expression you had noticed first time you were in his office except, this time, there was no sarcastic smirk to replace it as quick as it had appeared. No, this time he was allowing you to see it. You reached your hand down to pull his left leg back over your thigh and tugged him into a heated kiss. After a few more minutes you felt Frederick relax under your touch again, the muscles which were still pushing the limits of that insanely fitted shirt were finally less tense and he reciprocated your kiss with more passion and vigour than before. Slowly, you began to bend your knee so to raise your thigh into Frederick’s crotch. You carefully moved your leg up and down, causing Frederick to drop his head and give out a high-pitched whine which could rival that of the average pornstar. You smiled into his hair and pressed a tentative kiss to the top of his head - reassurance, you thought, this poor man has been starved of his own desires for so long he doesn’t even know how to act on them. You snaked your hands down his chest and settled them on his slim waist, encouraging him to move for himself. With his head still lowered he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth, moaning loudly with every flex of your thigh muscles against the outline of his rock-hard dick, still trapped in his pants. Soon, his pace started to quicken and you felt a growing wet patch rub against your bare skin every time he shifted forwards. Acknowledging to yourself that making him look at you would likely cause him to jump up and push you, half-dressed, out of his office door, you brought one of your hands up, tangled it in his hair and pushed his head down to rest on your chest,
“Come for me, baby. Be a good boy for me.”
Frederick’s hips stuttered against you and the room was filled with the sound of his moans as he came in his pants. You ran your fingers through his hair and repeated quiet mutterings of ‘good boy’ and ‘doing so well for me’ into the top of his head. When Frederick’s moans changed into breathless gasps you lowered your leg back onto the couch and let out a small ‘uff’ as his whole weight fell against your body. As you both lay there in silence, wrapped around each other and enjoying the feeling of your fingers comfortingly scratching his scalp, you forced yourself to suppress a natural panicked reaction at the feeling of a drop landing in the crook of your collar...
Your breath hitched as you frantically went over all the possible outcomes of your reactions in your head. Did he want you to comfort him? To tell him that everything is okay and that he’s safe with you? Or would that embarrass him? Would that make him kick you out and refuse to look at you, even in class? Eventually you settled on pulling your arms around him tighter and pressing your lips to his forehead.
And that was enough. All it took to break the walls Doctor Frederick Chilton had spent over 30 years building brick-by-brick, was a hug.
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