#student x professor
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— “it’ll be our little secret, professor”
☀︎ - pairing: eris vanserra x reader
☀︎ - summary: you hook up with this delicious older man for one fun night to forget your scummy ex, what do you do when the same man turns out to be your new professor?
☀︎ - warnings: smut, oral (m.receiving), hint of degradation, taboo relationships, student x professor, both are obviously old enough, i just want him so bad GOD
☀︎ - amara’s note: this is going to be a series where i’ll post text threads with prof eris, headcanons, just different things. I’m planning this series to be about 10 chapters, but I literally have no structure, I just write. also i hope you like this as much as I do. and if you see any mistakes, no you don’t
In the corner of the club, everything felt a bit fuzzy. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and different scents. Dim lights created a soft atmosphere, and the distant sounds of the crowd and music blended together. It was like time slowed down, and you were in your own world, just soaking in the low-key vibe of the club corner.
The earlier shots hit you, and now you're in a blissful, relaxed state. All you could focus on were the hands exploring your body, lips locking with yours, and captivating scent surrounding you.
In the heat of the night, you ended up kissing a stranger without a second thought. The risk of being alone with someone unfamiliar did register – you just didn't care. Discovering your boyfriend's cheating after a difficult three-year relationship, marked by numerous breakups and makeups, left you feeling free from a toxic situation.
Now, free from those shackles, you embraced the chance to breathe and have some carefree fun. You had gone out with your friends, planning to originally get black out drunk but you suppose there’s better ways to cope.
Coming up with the idea of harmless fun, you and Elain came up with new identities for everyone to play out. Providing a random name, you spun a fat lie of being an up-and-coming writer, in the middle of writing your latest novel. Falsely claiming to be older, you described a beautiful house situated on the outskirts of Prythian that you owned. It was all part of a lighthearted game, with no harm intended since you believed you'd never cross paths with the guy again. It was ridiculously easy to bag the man since he didn’t tell you anything about himself, only nodding when you talked about yourself.
The attractive stranger had dark copper hair, captivating amber eyes, and stood several inches taller than you. His eyes glistened in mirth mixed with hunger. His muscular build caught your attention, and you found yourself grabbing onto his strong arms.
If his looks didn't captivate you, his mouth certainly did. His wicked tongue unleashed clever comebacks and tantalizing dirty talk that sent shivers down your spine.
The best part? He was older, more mature, more confident and much more good-looking – just so much more than your ex. Comparisons might be wrong, but if you had to choose, the man in front of you was a no-brainer.
Because he wasn't some guy; he was a man who acted like a man, who spoke like a man and touched you like a real fucking man.
The man had been touching and kissing you for what felt like an eternity. You greedily wanted more from him. You didn't want to regret not taking the chance, and almost as if he could sense it, he invited you back to his place.
You nodded, excusing yourself to let your friends know about leaving. Approaching them, you shared your decision to go with him, and Gwyn, Nesta, Em and Elain cheered you on. However, Feyre, always the protective friend, expressed her concern.
“Go get some, but I swear I’ll hunt him down if anything happens, got it? And have your location on.”
Her words, while somewhat playful, held a genuine undertone of worry.
You nodded and promised her you’d be safe before hurriedly made your way outside to the handsome man.
“Still want to come with me, sweet thing?” he asked curiously, making sure it was still something you wanted.
“Mm, yeah, still wanna go. Unless you've changed your mind?” Stepping forward, you grabbed the man's tie, pulling it gently as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. A playful glint clouded your gaze as you cocked your head to the side, oozing confidence.
He smirked down at you with a wicked glint, clearly showing his mind was nowhere near changed. The man stepped forward, rubbing his clothed cock against your dress, making you feel his hard on through his pants
“Does it feel like I’ve changed my mind?”
The chemistry you had was unmatched, he was so clever and witty and you wanted to know more about him as he led you to his car, a sleek, black one, indicating money.
You’d blame your forwardness on the alcohol tomorrow when you remembered how you just blurted out the question.
“Hey, you rich or something?” you giggled.
The man opened up the backseat door for you and through the side of his eye gave you an amused smirk.
“Or something.” he teased.
You rolled your eyes, grinning, as you hopped into the backseat, enjoying the warmth of his hands securing your seatbelt and closing the door.
But hold on, the backseat?
Weren't you supposed to sit upfront with him? Before you could ask, he opened the other backseat door and slid in beside you.
Maintaining eye contact, he grinned at your confusion and said, “Alden, please take us home.” A faint "yes sir" was heard, and the car started moving. Shocked, you realized he had a driver – clearly, he was quite wealthy.
You scanned the spacious car, realizing there was more than enough room for the fun activities on your mind. With a screen separating you from the driver, you unbuckled your seatbelt and moved closer, straddling his lap.
His hands instinctively found your hips, guiding your movements over him. Lips on your neck, he left dark marks as your hands ventured lower, reaching his cock, which elicited a groan from him. Your eyes widened as you felt the size of him. The man simply flashed you a subtle smile and raised his eyebrows.
You unbuckled his belt, maintaining eye contact as you carefully watched his face show pleasure as you put your hand down his pants and stroked him. You gave him a few lazy strokes, eventually shuffling off his lap and kneeling infront of him, ready to put your mouth to use.
Time became irrelevant and all that was heard were the sinful, obscene noises mixed with his hisses of pleasure as you sloppily bobbed your head up and down, swirling your tounge around the head, running your finger over the slit.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Could use this slutty little mouth forever.” he rasped, hips bucking as his hands went to your hair, slightly pulling on it as you let out a muffled whimper.
Pre cum and spit dripped down your chin, slowly making it’s way to your chest and floor as you pushed your head down further and further, feeling satisfied at his sounds of pleasure.
Once, twice, you grip on the shaft and slap the tip on your tongue before sucking on the sensitive head.
With a quick twitch of his cock, he cums, experiencing euphoria in his buzzed state. He gasps and moans pitifully as his lips twitch between his teeth and his hips buck into your mouth against his better judgement. You pump your hand at the base of his cock where you are unable to fit, swallowing as much of the hot, sticky ropes that coat your mouth as you can. As he pours into you, the walls of your pussy clench around nothing, so badly wishing your were sitting on the cock that was currently on your tongue.
His cum was everywhere - your hair, your face, your tits. He slumped against the seat and moved his eyes down back to you, catching you licking of the sticky residue of your fingers.
Before either of you have a chance to say something, the car slows down to a halt signaling that you’re probably at his place. He tucks himself into his pants and doesn’t buckle them before he opens the door and grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder as you laugh. Your mind forgets about the fact that you’re covered in his cum and just blanks when you take a look at his so called house, a mansion or a fucking estate is more like it.
The lengthy driveway opened up to a stunning front yard adorned with red and orange-leaved trees, an unusual scene for the end of summer. A well-lit, ornate fountain with three tiers stood proudly infront of the house, enhancing the beauty of the surroundings. The massive Victorian mansion, with its beautiful windows and overgrown vines stunned you.
He set you down and held your hand as he led you into his room, and it overmet your expectations. Instead of a dark, edgy space, it was spacious with earthy tones and bathed in soft ambient lighting. The room exuded comfort, making you wish to stay longer. His bed, adorned with a large fluffy comforter and a million pillows, looked inviting.
Various trinkets and figurines adorned the room, but what captured your attention was a massive bookcase showcasing your favorite books. Intrigued, you dropped his hand and made your way over. Your eyes widened at seeing a book from your wishlist, yet to be released. Confused, you asked how he had it, and he explained that Sellyn Drake was an old family friend and had gifted it to him.
You decided to tease him about the book, saying, “You know, I've heard great many things about this book. How about you tell me what it's about? I heard it had some... exciting scenes.”
His eyes met yours, and with a subtle smile, he stepped closer and closer, “How about I show you instead?” The air seemed to thicken with a hint of tension, leaving you curious and captivated by the possibilities that lingered in his suggestion.
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Your legs trembled as you hastily stood up, determined to make your exit. Having been fucked stupid all night, dawn was approaching, and the new semester was starting tomorrow, leaving you with a load of preparations. You located your dress, bag, and heels, putting the clothes on carefully. Quietly, you ordered a cab to avoid startling the man still asleep. Before leaving, your eyes lingered on his bookshelf. Tiptoeing closer, you took the book you'd eyed the night before and read the teaser on the back. Glancing between him and the book, grabbed it, and silently left his room and house.
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Feyre, Elain, Nesta, Gwyn and Em, your friends and roomates, practically pulled you across campus to grab your schedule and check out the new students filling the cafeteria. The buzz of excited chatter and the aroma of coffee and sweet pastries filled the air as you scanned the room. After a few moments, you parted ways, each heading to your respective classrooms, the anticipation of a new semester buzzing in the atmosphere.
You wandered through the literature building, searching for classroom LE4, the place where Advanced Literature with Professor Beron awaited. Memories of your first year with him being an absolute ass lingered, so you hoped he'd calmed down over the summer, giving everyone a fucking break.
You finally entered the huge lecture hall and climbed the stairs, opting for a seat at the back, hoping to fly under the radar in case Professor Beron was in a bad mood.
A few rows down, you spotted your ex, Ilias, with a new girl on his lap. His sleazy smile and wandering hands were more icky than anything ever. Reflecting on why you ever went back to him so many times, you turned around, focused on bringing out your notebook and computer from your bag. As the doors opened, the click-clack of quality shoes echoed through the hall, accompanied by girly giggles and voices creating a murmur in the background.
A jolt of surprise froze you, and your heart seemed to pause for a moment as his voice unexpectedly filled the room. All your previous movement ceased, and a sudden hush fell over the surroundings, creating an atmosphere charged with unexpected tension. The shock of hearing someone you hoped thought to see again made time momentarily stand still.
“Hello. I'm Professor Eris, and I'll be taking over this class. My father used to teach it but has passed away, so I'll be filling his shoes. I anticipate a productive year together. If you doubt your ability to keep up with the rapid pace of this advanced class, I suggest you leave now and spare yourself, as well as me, the trouble.”
Panicking, your eyes scanned the room for any possible escape route. There was just no fucking way you could be in this class when your professor had fucked you against his bookshelf, or when you had his dick shoved down your throat. Sinking in your seat, you desperately opened your computer, using it as a shield, praying he wouldn't notice you. The need to escape intensified, but the fear of drawing attention kept you frozen in your seat.
As dread crept in, he pulled out an attendance list. The sinking feeling deepened as he insisted everyone state why they chose the course. Hiding behind your computer, you debated revealing your presence or attempting to stay under the radar.
"Ilias Smith?"
"Emma Wilson?"
"Jess Lennox?"
"Amanda Gomez?"
Each one confidently declared "here" and delved into passionate remarks about Hemingway, Austen, Kerouac, all the authors that made them choose this course or whatever. Your hands started sweating as Professor Eris called your name. When you hesitated, he repeated it louder, his gaze scanning until it locked onto you.
Anticipating an intense reaction, all you saw was a slight narrowing of his eyes.
“Well? Are you here, Y/N L/N?”
You mumbled a faint "yeah," and when he asked why you were there, your words fumbled, “Uh, I suppose because I like books. A huge fan. Yes.”
Your classmates chuckled at your less-than-impressive answers, and you sunk back into your chair, just observing for the rest of the lecture. A few rows ahead, a group of girls giggled, thinking they were discreet as they whispered about Professor Eris. Their discussions about their fantasies sparked a tiny irritation within you.
Like who the hell gossips about someone, so crudely in broad daylight and during a lecture, especially when it's about a professor? It wasn't jealousy, no, no definitely not.
You just found it… super unsettling.
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After two suffocating hours, you hastily packed your bag, eager to escape. But just as you were about to disappear, your name echoed in the room.
“Miss L/N, do you mind staying behind? There seems to be a problem with your email,” Professor Eris announced, leaning against his desk with his massive arms crossed. He bid the remaining students goodbye and waited until they all left before locking the doors.
The moment those doors clicked shut, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. The tension became so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.
He turned back around and approached you, merely a few inches away, face a mix of amusement and curiosity.
“Hello there, little liar. I certainly didn’t expect to see you here.”
Your cheeks heated and nervousness filled you at the memory of the depraved moments you'd shared, causing your gaze to involuntarily drop to his chest and wander downward, reliving those sensations.
However any nervousness vanished as you remembered that he was the one who came to your university. If anyone should’ve been surprised it should’ve been you. A mischievous smile played on your lips as you toyed with the idea of making his year more challenging. Testing how good of a man he really was became a tempting game.
After all, a man like him wouldn't indulge a student, right?
This could turn into a fun little project to spice up an otherwise dull year.
Lifting your chin up, you looked him square in the eyes as your lips twitched in anticipation.
“I could say the same, Professor Eris. You definitely don’t seem like the lecturer type.”
His eyes narrowed at you, jaw clenching as his intense gaze bore into yours. The intensity made you shift a little, almost causing you to lose some of your confidence.
“Do you think you're funny? I believe you understand the situation here. You lied and now you're here of all places. As my student. Well, this is an unexpected twist. One of us will have to quit and report this,” he stated, injecting a hint of playfulness into his serious tone.
Wait, quit? No, you really didn't want him to leave. This could turn into such a nice little distraction, and there was no way you were losing it now. The thought of him leaving added a layer of urgency to the situation, making you quickly reassess the potential consequences.
“Come on, professor. It doesn't have to be like this. I won't tell anyone. And who says we have to stay away from each other? I mean, what the dean doesn't know won't hurt him, right?” you suggested, a sly smile playing on your lips as you flirted with the idea of bending the rules.
Eris looked you up and down before throwing his head back and letting out a hearty laugh. Your brows furrowed as you twisted your lips, wondering if he was laughing at you. Was he not taking you seriously? Despite the uncertainty, the desire to keep playing this game with him intensified.
Eris seemed to notice your mood turning sour and promptly clamped his lips shut.
“I promise, sweet thing, I'm not laughing at you. I’m just amazed at your boldness.” he assured you with a more serious tone, attempting to dispel any misunderstanding.
“Promise?”
He stepped forward, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
You both knew that under no circumstances should you be doing this. If anyone caught you, there would be hell to pay. Expulsion and blacklisting from any other Ivy League universities for you, and definitely prison or some sort of pesky law thingy for him.
Yet the mere thought of engaging in something so wrong and secretive made your stomach flip, a mix of thrill and anxiety churning within you.
Looking up through your lashes, you blushed, a deep crimson hue spreading across your cheeks as you once again grabbed his tie and pulled him closer.
“I promise I won't tell anyone, professor. It'll be our little secret,”you whispered, the words laden with a taboo excitement that sent a shiver down your spine.
A wicked gleam flashed in Eris's eyes, and a subtle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Well then, miss L/N,”he whispered, his voice low and conspiratorial. “Let's see just how well we can keep our little secret.”
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The Student and Professor
Pairings: Professor!Nat x Student!Reader
Warnings: fluff
Summary: The love story of a professor and student.
Author's note: The reader is in college so they will be 18+ and so will be Nat. Thank you so much @natashaswife4125 for the request and I enjoyed writing this and I hope you do too!
"Y/n?" Wanda said while waving her hand in front of my face. I then get out of my daze seeing students start coming in lecture room.
I sigh while looking at my English professor. Staring at her from the farthest part of the room. My best friend sitting right next to me still waving her hand in my face to get my attention.
"She's so pretty." I said, getting lost in my head. Making a bunch of different scenarios in my head about me and my English professor.
Wanda then hit me on the side of my head hard, making me fall back in my chair making a loud noise. Which caused Professor Romanoff to look in our direction with a raised eyebrow.
I then quickly got up and shot daggers at Wanda.
"Hey you were in your own world, that was the only way to get you out!" Wanda said trying to defend herself. I just said nothing but stare at her. I then roll my eyes and turned forward, seeing Professor Romanoff eyeing us with a raised eyebrow.
The bell the rung, signaling that the lesson was about to begin. Professor Romanoff started teaching her lecture.
As a fourth year student at NYU taking a Law degree. I was given a choice between English Literature or Administrative Law. I didn't want to take Administrative law again so I chose English Literature. Which was the best decision of my life because now I have a hot professor until the end of the semester.
Wanda then rolled her eyes when she saw my looking at the professor. She hit me in the back of the head while saying;
"Stop eye fucking our professor and focus on ur work." She whisper shouted.
I jolted at her slap on my head. Turning my head towards her with daggers in my eyes.
"Fine, but stop fucking hitting me!" I whisper shouted. Wanda said nothing but started taking notes on what Professor Romanoff was saying.
Once the lesson was I was still taking last minute notes, Wanda had already left to rush to her next lesson. The students started leaving and soon enough I was the only student left in the lecture room.
Trying to make the notes look perfect, I erased some words to make it look better. I then felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Professor Romanoff standing right behind me.
"Professor?" I said confusingly. I eyed her hand on my shoulder and then back up to her face which had a slight smile.
"Y/n, I was just curious of why u and Wanda were laughing in the beginning of class, I usually see zero happiness in this class since im quite strict." Professor questioned me curiously.
I then started feeling hot, her hand on my shoulder and trying to think up and answer for her question. Anything besides dreaming about us being together.
"I was just telling Wanda about my crush!" I said with a small smile. I mean I didn't technically lie so I should be fine.
Her face fell just a bit, she removed her hand from my shoulder.
"Ah, okay then." She said before walking off, descending the stairs and going to her desk to grade stuff.
I was puzzled at her change of behavior. I decided to just quickly finish my notes and leave the lecture hall. I then gather my things and quickly leave the lecture hall but before I left I felt Professor's Romanoff eyes burning hole in my head.
Hours later I was on campus going into a cafe right next to my dorm. The bell rung signaling that a customer came in. I waited a bit since there was a small line.
I heard the bell ring and I turned around to see Professor Romanoff entering the cafe. It was then my turn to order and I ordered some hot chocolate and paid.
Professor Romanoff order a hot chocolate as well. She then stood right next too me making me start to get nervous.
My hot chocolate was ready so I grabbed it when I felt another warm hand on my own. I turned to look and see Ms. Romanoff also reaching out to grab the hot chocolate. I then froze not knowing what to do.
" My apologies Y/n, I thought it was mine." Apologized Ms. Romanoff. She then took her hand off of mine which saddened me a bit.
"Its alright u can have it, Ill just wait since u probably have somewhere to rush to." I said, offering my hot chocolate.
"Detka, I have nowhere to go. Im in no rush I can wait." Ms. Romanoff explained. When she called me "Dear" , I started to feel butterflies in my stomach.
"No, its alright!" I hastily said. All of a sudden they call out that another hot chocolate was ready. I then quickly grab the hot chocolate. I give her mine of which she confused as hers. Since the one made was quite hot so I gave her the one that cooled down a bit.
"Thank u detka!" Ms. Romanoff said happily. I give her a small smile before leaving the cafe. A huge smile on my face. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. A familiar touch.
"Ms.Romanoff?" I questioned once I turned around and saw her.
"Would u like to hangout Y/n? I have nothing to do for the rest of the day." Asked Ms. Romanoff. I felt like I was in a dream. My crush asking me to hangout!??! The best day of my life truly.
"S-sure Ms.Romanoff!" I said a bit too quickly. Ms. Romanoff giggled a bit.
"Call me Nat outside of class detka." Ms. Romanoff told me. Pretty name for pretty lady. I nod at her request. We then start walking out of campus and into a busy street after walking for a while. Talking a bit on the way.
Ive learned some new things about Nat. She has a cat name Liho, a sister name Yelena who loves Mac and cheese with hot sauce. Her favorite colors are black and red and she sucks at cooking.
We then arrived at a shop that sold some clothing.
"Nat, Im gonna go in and look at the clothing if that fine. You can go shop around this area." I told her. She then turned around and raised an eyebrow at me.
"We've come here to hangout Im not abandoning you. Ill come along with you alright detka?" She told me sternly, leaving zero room for argument's.
I just nod my head while entering the clothing store. I was then greeted with a smell of flowers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a cute top that was white. It would show a lot my cleavage if I wore it and some stomach.
I walked towards it, I felt like it was luring me towards it. Nat was following me, curious of what I was doing. She then saw what I was walking towards.
"Nat look at this cute top!" I squealed in delight of finding such a cute top.
"It is indeed detka, but you can't wear that at school. But I know you would absolutely beautiful in that top." She said with a smile adorning her face. I felt my cheeks start to heat up from the compliment. I then decided this is a must have top so I quickly paid for it and dragged Nat out of the store.
Hours later it was dark. Lights adorning some buildings lighting up parts of the streets. I was holding some ice cream that me and Nat had just bought from a small ice cream vendor.
We were laughing and chatting on the way back to campus. I then looked up at the stars, getting mesmerized by them. I stop walking, staying silent. Nat realizing that I wasn't by her side made her worried for me until she saw me sitting on the grass staring at the stars.
"Its really beautiful tonight isn't it?" She questioned me softly. I just nod at her question.
I then feel her hand under my chin, she then turned my head around to face her's. I then looked at her confused.
She then leaned in and softly kissed me. I was frozen in shock not reregistering the kiss but before I could return it she pulled away.
"I-im sorry! I-i shouldn't have done that!" Nat rushed out quickly. She started to stand up but I grabbed her hand before she could walk away.
I then made her sit down and cup her face with both of my hands making her face squish a little. I then leaned in and kissed her passionately. I then felt her returning the kiss.
We pulled away when air was desperately needed. Our foreheads touching.
"I really like you Y/n..." She whispered to me softly. I pulled away and looked at her with a sparkle in my eyes.
"I like you too Nat, ever since I first saw you..." I said giggling at the end a bit.
"So was I your little crush that Wanda was talking about?" She asked me teasingly. I just nodded, tucking my face in her neck so she wouldn't see me blushing. She slowly pulled my face out of her neck to make me face her directly.
She then kissed me one more time. Marking that start of our love story, and the best chapter of my life.
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pairing: sebastian vettel x femalereader
summary: seb is your professor.
warnings: implied sexual actions
"MRS (Y/L/N), do you have any questions on the topic?'' Professor's voice mentioning your name dragged you out of your very inappropriate and constantly-existing fake scenarios.
Or maybe flashbacks.
Raising your gaze, your eyes met a pair of blue eyes across the lecture room. You had to get a moment to compose yourself. His blue stare was intensely focused on you behind your desk and his silhouette had already started making small but confident steps towards you.
Sebastian's blond hair was kind of messy and his thick glasses were honestly the sluttiest and most filthy thing you had ever encountered.
He was now a few feet away. Maybe five. "Did someone cut your tongue, (y/l/n)?''
No, but definitely someone used it for his own pleasure last night, professor.
"No," a weak voice escaped from you.
His blue eyes narrowed as if he was studying you, waiting for something more.
Thank God the class consisted of the stupidest people on the planet. Someone smarter would've already figured out there was something between you and Mr Vettel.
Sebastian came to a halt right in front of your desk. Nick and Stella next to you were fortunately enough minding their own business. Just like the rest of the class.
"No, what?" He asked.
You had to be shallow in order to not choke on literal air and saliva. "N-no, sir."
Seb's beautiful eyes did not leave yours. He watched your expression for a brief moment, which appeared as an endless eternity from your point of view. Then, he got up, arms crossed on his chest and intense veins produring, and walked to his own desk a few feet away. "See me after class, Mrs (y/l/n)." He exclaimed and turned to look at you one last time. "And don't run away thinking I will forget about it. I won't. There's a lesson to be done about the things you must and must not do."
You took a deep breath.
You knew what he meant about telling you to meet him after class.
You knew what he wanted.
Knew what he desired.
Knew what he would take.
So, you just nodded like the good girl he wants you to be for him. "Yes, sir."
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Hiiii could you write a Remus Lupin (as an adult) with x reader who is a student at Hogwarts? Like a teacher x student one maybe? Like Remus knows that that is wrong but he can’t resist her even if he really tries to. Write smut or fluff both is good :)
Thanks in advance 💐
Stolen Glances || Remus Lupin x student!reader
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • my other remus x reader oneshot ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
summary: oneshot where remus finds himself drawn to you against his better judgement even though you are one of his students
word count: 3.1k
warnings: age gap but it’s legal
a/n: tysm for this request lovely!! i hope this is what you wanted! also, for legal purposes the reader is in year seven and eighteen years old but you can imagine it however you want. also i made the reader a ravenclaw. enjoy!! 🎀🍓💌
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You walked down the spiraling staircase that lead from your dorm to the Ravenclaw common room, a series of hallways, and eventually the majestic great hall at Hogwarts.
You wrapped your cloak around yourself tighter in the chilly September temperatures. Even though you were within the walls of the castle, you still felt the cold in the air and rubbed your arms to stay warm.
You finally came to the great hall, stopping for a second to look around. Even though you’d been going to school here for six years you still found it a breathtaking sight. You kept walking and found a spot at the Ravenclaw table next to Penelope Clearwater, your best friend of four years. You sat down, piling food onto your plate quickly and shoving it into your mouth even quicker.
“Woah, slow down (Y/n)!” Penelope said.
“Good morning to you too,” you teased, “I’m in a hurry. I’ve got Defense Against the Dark Arts in ten minutes.”
You had probably taken too many classes for your own good this year. But you wanted to take as many subjects as you possibly could in your last year at Hogwarts. And you wanted to start this year off by not being late to your first class.
“So do I,” Penelope took a bite of a biscuit, “Third floor right? I’ll walk with you.”
You finished your breakfasts and gathered your books, heading towards the staircase that would take you to the third floor.
“So who do you think we’re gonna have this year?” you asked your friend. Every year since your 5th year when Professor Quirrell had been killed in a fight with Harry Potter after he began aiding He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you’d had had a different Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You shuddered, thinking of the dark wizard.
“I don’t know, but I hope whoever it is actually teaches us something instead of the other way around,” she said. You laughed, knowing she was referring to Professor Lockhart, your last DADA teacher.
You turned a corner, passing a few other students with early classes making their way down the hallway.
You walked into the classroom and found a man with his back to you, his head bent over a book on his desk. His robes looked well worn, and his brown hair looked as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Upon hearing you and your friend walk into the classroom, he turned around noticing you and Penelope and giving you a warm smile.
“Good morning…,” he paused waiting for you to tell him your names.
“I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and this is Penelope Clearwater,” you answered.
“Well Miss (Y/l/n) and Miss Clearwater, I’m Professor Lupin. I’m afraid you’re a bit early, but please take a seat anywhere you like.”
You smiled back at him as you went to sit in one of the chairs closest to you. Penelope sat down next to you and began flipping through one of the textbooks she held. You watched Professor Lupin as he went about what you assumed was finishing preparing his classroom. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t had a good nights rest in some time but there was something about the way he carried himself that seemed to hint at a subtle energy. Intrigued, you continued to watch him. He mumbled a few spells, rearranging what you hoped weren’t crates holding some sort of magical creatures.
“(Y/n)? Did you hear me,” Penelope broke you out of your thoughts.
“Oh, sorry, got distracted. What did you say?”
She rolled her eyes, smiling, “I just asked what you thought of the Professor but I think I have my answer.”
You blushed despite yourself, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” she said cryptically.
You wanted to press her further but plenty of other students had started to filter in and take their seats and Professor Lupin now stood in front of the class, waiting.
“Good morning everyone,” he said, “as most of you know, I am going to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.”
He started pacing and continued. “I hope all of you will take this class as an opportunity to not only learn how to defend yourselves but to grow as witches and wizards. I want you to look inside yourselves. Most of all, I hope you come out of this class today with more questions than answers. I can see the potential in all of you as I look around this class and ask that you always apply yourselves to your full potential so you can become the best versions of yourselves.” He looked at the class with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
You listened aptly and could have almost sworn he was looking right at you as he finished his speech, his eyes burning holes into your forehead. You looked down quickly, smiling to yourself.
“Now if there are no questions, I invite all of you to turn your books to page 10 and let us begin.
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“I’m telling you, you like him,” Penelope said as she fought to walk faster to keep up with your pace as you tried to get to your next class and away from this conversation.
“Penny, he’s a professor and you’re delusional.”
She pulled at the strap of her bag as you guys walked. “I see the way you look at him.”
You stopped abruptly, “Since when did focusing in class because I want to get good marks become fancying the teacher?” Besides, there was something about Professor Lupin that you just liked, even though you were only a few months or so into the school year. And not only because he was, you thought, attractive with his bright smile and kind eyes. He was intelligent and wise but also patient and you could tell he really cared for his students. Not that those students necessarily included you…
“I see the way he looks at you too,” your friend wiggled her eyebrows.
“Ok, that’s it! No more romance novels for you,” you began walking again. You quickly added, “And besides he doesn’t really like me, remember?.”
“I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Penelope matched your pace, “Why wouldn’t he? You make perfect marks and answer all his questions in class.”
It was true. You had kind of become known for being a teachers pet in most of your classes—much to the amusement and teasing of your best friend and the appreciation of your professors. Especially Lupin. Until recently, he had beamed every time you answered one of his questions or volunteered to demonstrate a spell. However, lately you got the feeling he didn’t like you all that much. Or at least was indifferent to you. You weren’t sure why, and couldn’t be certain, but you thought you didn’t imagine that he avoided looking in your direction. You tried to tell yourself it didn’t bother you, but it did. You cared about his approval, wether you wanted to admit it or not.
“Drop it, Penny, ok?” She didn’t look like she would drop it anytime soon.
“‘Oh, Professor Lupin, what spell would you recommend using here? What is the counter-curse to this charm? Why don’t you love me? Why haven’t you asked me to marry you yet?” She mocked, giggling.
“I heard that,” you snapped, not looking back.
You walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts together and found all of the desks pushed to the side and a group of students crowded in the center of the room with Professor Lupin standing next to a large wardrobe at the front. Turns out your pause in the hallway has made you a bit late, so you and Penelope snuck in right as class was starting.
“Alright students: Boggarts,” Professor Lupin said, not noticing as you two entered the classroom late, “who can tell me what they are?”
“They’re shapeshifting creatures, known for turning into the worst fear of whoever comes upon them,” you answered instinctually.
“Show off,” Penelope mumbled, teasing you. You elbowed her in the rib.
“Very good, excellent!” Lupin beamed, looking around the grouping of students trying to find where the voice came from. Upon seeing who had answered him, he looked down and cleared his throat, continuing. You bit your cheek and looked at Penelope, as if to say: See? She furrowed her brow.
“Boggarts can only take the shape of a fear. They have no form of their own and therefore cannot hurt you. Now, I’m going to open this cabinet and I want a volunteer to step forward—don’t worry, you’ll all get a chance to participate—and at my command use the spell ‘Riddikulus’. Are you ready?”
The first student, a nervous-looking boy with red hair, stepped forward.
Lupin took a few steps backwards, hand ready to open the cabinet. “Now, relax, hold your wand like so…and remember, the only thing you have to fear is fear itself.”
He pulled it open with a flourish and within seconds a large scorpion took form. The boy let out a yell and jumped backwards but Lupin stayed calm, telling him what to do. Eventually, he was able to gain control of himself and the scorpion briefly donned a cowboy-hat before it was gone. The class applauded and the boy held his chin a little higher than he had before.
In turn, all of your classmates had a go with the Boggart, which turned into a variety of fears from snakes to clowns to a stalk of celery, and when it finally came time for you to step forwards you weren’t feeling particularly terrified.
“Ready?” Lupin asked. When you nodded, he let the cabinet open and you almost stopped breathing entirely.
There, in front of you, was who could only have been He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself, grinning wickedly. You felt your legs turn to lead and watched as he reached out a bony finger towards you. You, of course, had never actually seen him, but you had no doubt that’s who stood in front of you. Rooted in place you felt like the world was spinning. You heard the other students’ distorted screams, as if they were coming from very far way and the last thing you remembered was Professor Lupin’s concerned face as he rushed towards you before everything went dark…
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Light. The first thing you saw was a bright light as you squinted your eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. You shut your eyes again. The last thing you remembered was being in class, the screaming of your classmates, and Vol—
You shot up, your memory returning. You looked around you. You were sitting on a couch and appeared to be in a small sitting area decorated in browns and greens. Your head pounded but you felt wide awake. Suddenly, a voice startled you from behind.
“Miss (Y/l/n), good you’re awake.” You looked around you and saw Professor Lupin standing in the doorway behind you holding a steaming cup of tea.
Embarrassment flooded through you. You attempted a smile. Lupin walked over to you, handing you the cup of tea and offering you a piece of chocolate.
“Take this,” he said gently, “It’ll help.”
You took them gratefully. Lupin sat down next to you.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, “Does anything hurt?”
“Just my pride,” you smiled ruefully. Professor Lupin smiled back at you, the first time he’d really smiled at you in months. You wondered what had brought on the change but figured it was probably just because you’d passed out in his class and he felt bad for you.
“There’s no shame in being afraid, (Y/n),” he assured you. “If I’d known your Boggart would take the form of Vol—You-Know-Who, I promise I wouldn’t have made you face it.”
You appreciated his attempts to make you feel better, but you doubted anyone had ever fainted in his class before. You didn’t even know why, really. You-Know-Who was gone, or at least that’s what everyone was saying. There were…rumors though. But still.
“How long was I…out for?” You asked.
“Not long,” he answered, “I know your friends will be glad to see you awake, though.” He made to get up.
“Wait,” you stopped him, “where am I exactly?”
He sat back down. “Oh, right, I—I brought you to my chambers. It was the first place I could think for you to lie down.”
“Well, you have lovely taste,” you gestured around the apartment, admiring the decor. Professor Lupin laughed. “I’d say it’s nice in here if I wasn’t here on the grounds that I fainted in front of the whole class like a total loser.”
Lupin smiled, “Like I said, there is no shame in fear. And you’re not a loser. You’re one of the brightest students of your year and any Professor would be lucky to have the honor to teach you.”
You were touched. You weren’t sure that Lupin had uttered this many words to you in a month, much less so complimentary.
“Thank you,” you told him.
He looked at you warmly, and then as if suddenly catching himself, he looked at the clock on the far wall and said curtly, “Well, I really should be getting back to class and you need rest, stay as long as you like.”
You didn’t know what had brought on this sudden change in the professor’s mood but it frustrated you. You were grateful to him for helping you but suddenly just as you felt like he saw you as a person again, he dismissed you. Maybe on any other day you would have just let him leave, but now, lying on Remus Lupin’s couch and having already made a fool of yourself, you surprised yourself by saying, “Why do you hate me?”
Lupin stopped in his tracks, turning around, “(Y/n), what?”
Now that you had said it, you couldn’t stop saying things. “It’s just, I’m a good student. And I always participate in class and you can’t even look at me! And then you’re kind to me one second and the next you just act like I don’t exist. I just—what did I do to you?” You realized your head was hurting again and you leaned back on the couch cousin.
Lupin looked like he was fighting with himself and then he ran a hand through his hair and sat down beside you. “Miss (Y/l/n), i don’t hate you I can promise you that.”
When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “I think your a phenomenal student—person. Your bright and kind and wise beyond your years—” he breaks off, “and it isn’t that I don’t like you. I—the problem is, I like you too much.”
What? You didn’t understand him. He sensed your confusion and tried again.
“I never in my wildest dreams imagined saying this to you,” he looks down, “but here we are. You deserve the truth. I like you, Miss (Y/l/n). A lot. And the reason I find it hard to look at you is because I cannot deny my attraction to you and I know how wrong it is but I can’t—gosh I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I can’t resist you and it’s painful to look at you when I know I can never do anything about it.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Of all the things you’d expected him to say…. You found yourself blushing. You tried to form words but couldn’t, your head still spinning. Lupin stood up.
“Now I think it’s best if I leave,” he moved towards the door.
“Wait,” you found yourself saying. You walked closer to him, close enough so you could see the faint scars on his face and smell his scent of vanilla and cinnamon. You looked into his eyes and saw the struggle there. You didn’t know if it was the lighting or adrenaline or maybe it was still the effects of what had happened this afternoon but you leaned in and suddenly you were kissing him.
He pulled away, “(Y/n), we can’t—” but you pulled him in again. This time he didn’t fight it, kissing you back softly at first, hesitant, but then more passionately and you could feel the months he’d spent waiting to do this but telling himself it would never happen. He moved a hand to your hair, the other on the small of your back.
He pulled away again. “(Y/n), we don’t have to do this. There are plenty of guys your age who’d be lucky to have you and I don’t want to tie you down with a—”
“I want you,” you interrupted, kissing him again.
Neither of you heard as the door opened and—
“(Y/n),” a voice said, “someone said you were in here and—” the voice stopped abruptly.
You and Lupin pulled apart, gasping as you turned around and stared at Penelope. Her mouth was open and she was looking between the two of you in utter disbelief.
“Well, I just wanted to make sure you were ok but it seems you are,” she mumbled, a small smile forming on her lips.
“Miss Clearwater,” Professor Lupin started but you interrupted him.
“It was my fault Penny, I kissed him.”
“Now, Miss (Y/l/n),” Lupin began but this time
Penelope interrupted both of you, now smiling big, “I don’t care who’s fault it is, I’m just glad it finally happened.” You stared at her, amused.
“Hey, I’m the one who said you were in love with him after months of you obsessing over him and—”
“That’s a gross exaggeration.” Your cheeks flamed and Lupin smiled down at you. “And Penny—”
“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!” She beamed, putting a finger to her lips. “I’ll be outside.” She walked towards the door, looking at you wickedly.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” you called to her. And then you and Professor Lupin were alone again.
“Sorry about…that,” you said.
“Don’t be,” he put his hands in his cloak pockets, “I didn’t know you were obsessed with me.”
“Ok, I’m going to kill her!” You stomped your foot but you were smiling.
Lupin looked at you seriously now, and lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, “Still think I hate you?”
“Maybe a little less,” you teased. You clasped his hand and he interlocked his fingers with yours.
“You’re beautiful, (Y/n). You know that? You’re one of the most special people I know.”
You leaned up and kissed him gently. “I’m so glad this happened,” you whispered.
“Me too,” he said.
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ˋ°•*⁀➷ thank you @merthosus for the request, i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoyed this!! i love writing for lupin so much also this whole thing was written while listening to taylor swift so do with that what you will 🎀have a lovely day/night <3
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Professor! Kyojuro Rengoku X GN! Reader
TW: Student/Professor Relationship, suggestive themes
-Comment if there are any other Hashira you’d like me to write about!
History was a required course for your college major, and while it wasn't your favorite, it certainly wasn't the worst. The workload was manageable, and your peers were fine. However, what made the course truly interesting was the professor, Kyojuro Rengoku, a master of history.
He always seemed to be in a good mood, radiating positivity, complimented with an extremely loud demeanor 24/7. Despite this, his happy-go-lucky attitude was one of the reasons you bothered showing up to class.
More often than you'd like to admit, you found yourself captivated by him rather than the material he presented on the blackboard behind him. Something about his white button-up shirt fitting snugly against his tall, muscular frame was incredibly captivating. You couldn't help but feel a rush of heat whenever he glanced your way. Perhaps it was just your imagination, but it always seemed like his eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer than the others.
Surely not. It's most likely just your imagination. While you do enjoy school, you've always made an attempt not to stand out too much. So why would Professor Rengoku have any reason to look your way?
"Y/n? Are you okay?" Suddenly, you notice him standing in front of you, looking concerned. You snap out of your trance and glance around the classroom, seeing the empty desks. Class is already over?
You scramble to your feet, trying to put all your things back into your bag. "I'm so sorry, Professor. I must have dozed off. I'll get out of your way in just a moment." The embarrassment overwhelms you. There you were, just thinking about him, and now he's caught you daydreaming.
In the midst of your desperate attempt to pack your notebooks back into your bag, you notice him place his hand on top of yours, stopping you.
"Slow down, Y/n. Just calm down. There's no need to get all flustered. I was simply checking on you to make sure you were alright!" He smiles reassuringly.
Suddenly, you feel your heartbeat slowly calming down, and your body feels more relaxed. He wasn't angry or put off. That's good. You raise your head to meet his eyes, and to your surprise, you weren't met with his usual happy smile; this time, you see a genuine concerned look on his face. You were shocked.
"Is everything okay lately, Y/n? I've noticed you've been slightly lacking in class lately, but I didn't think it was necessary to say anything until now. Are you not feeling alright?" His voice was quieter, and his tone sincere. This wasn't the Professor Rengoku you were used to at all.
It was true you hadn't been at the top of your game lately when it came to school, but not anything a professor with hundreds of students would ever notice. Or so you thought.
"I really am sorry, Professor. I've just been a little not myself lately. I promise I'll get back on track soon."
His concerned look turns back into his usual kind smile.
“That’s great to hear! You are a wonderful student! I look forward to getting to see you everyday-“ he stops himself he looking a little nervous. He said more than he was supposed to.
You noticed his hand his still on top on yours. Did he mean it? He looked forward to seeing you? Why?
He must have also noticed because he pulled his hand back standing up straight. You noticed a small blush on his cheeks.
“I apologize, I shouldn’t have said something that could be misinterpreted as unprofessional. I just mean you are a great student and I really enjoy lecturing to people who appreciate it.” He laughed nervously trying to cover up what he had just said.
The realization of the situation finally hit you, did professor Rengoku really like you? I mean he can notice you aren’t feeling your best but he always asks the poor boy that sits up at the front of the class what his name is because he can’t remember.
“Is that really all it is?” You ask with a small grin on your face. Where did this confidence come from? You’ve always considered him to be attractive but you never really thought it would go anywhere.
He looks a little taken aback by the question his smile looking a little unsure now. He glances down at his wrist watch. It’s almost time for his next lecture.
“Y/n I’d hate to let one of my students fall behind perhaps you should stay after class next week and we should try and catch you up.” He looked back at you hopeful.
Staying after class with professor Rengoku… you’re really not even that far behind. But now you starting to wonder if you can get something more out of him than just notes.
“Yes I’ll stay after. I appreciate the offer.” Your voice sounds a little more flirty than before.
He takes notice of this and nods. “Great! I look forward to it.” You couldn’t help but notice to shift in his tone as well.
you guess you didn’t mind playing teachers pet. Now that you know it’s not just some hopeless fantasy.
Staying after class with professor Rengoku. This should be fun.
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Headmasters Favorite (1?)
Warnings; age gap, headmaster x student, angst, nsfw themes, maybe spanking or any form of punishment
The train to Hogwarts was so dark and quiet. No one spoke and was just sitting down either reading, looking out the window, or staring off. It was too scary to dare talk. Everyone knew this year and the following just might be the worse. Everyone was already in uniforms. You sat alone as you were the last of Harry's friends to be going there. The only reason you were still going is so no one starts looking for you. No one knew how you were a part of the order.
You looked out the window of your cart the whole time. You didn't move or talk. You were afraid of what might happen. You had heard who the new headmaster was. You are not surprised it was Snape. After all, you thought about it and knew why. Snape was the most trusted in Voldemort's circle.
Soon the train arrived at Hogwarts and everyone was getting checked in. Everything was more secure and awful. You just kept your head down going through the checkpoints. They sorted the first years before a quick dinner. After dinner everyone stood up and the tables disappeared. Every time was a nightmare. You wanted to leave but any chance of leaving was gone. You stared off once you entered your dorms. Severus was still the head of Slytherins and he went through everything that was to be changing.
For the first few weeks, everything was completely worse. Students get in trouble even for the smallest things. You found the headmaster constantly staring at you like he was waiting for you to crack. You weren't going to crack.
You were in potions at the moment and Slughorn was teaching. No classes were fun anymore. It was listening, notes, studying, tests, and repeating. You were glad when class ended as you just headed to your dorm for the rest of the night. You barely ate as you didn't want to be in the great hall or near anyone. You were almost there when you heard footsteps.
"Shouldn't you be going to the great hall?" A voice spoke and you froze not knowing what to say. You turned around and looked at him before bowing your head down.
"Sorry headmaster, I was going to the dorms to start studying sir. I am not hungry." You said with your eyes cast down. He stepped forward and looked at you with a stern glint in his eyes.
"This is not going to be happening anymore. I will drag you personally to the great hall. Understood?" He snarled. Why did he care? Maybe only because he only cared about the idea of a student passing out in the hallways. You looked down in shame. You felt stupid for believing he actually cared. You also did not want to get in trouble.
"Yes, headmaster." You answered. How did he notice? The uniform did look less well-fitted anymore. You stayed quiet as he started to walk to the great hall and made sure you were following. You didn't want to eat or be around anyone. You heard how the great hall was now a silent hall. Once you arrived you sat down and when the food appeared you grabbed only a little bit until you felt eyes on you and looked up to see him staring. You quickly added more to your plate and started to eat. It did taste good but nothing was the same.
It was like this for the next few weeks. Every morning, lunch, and dinner he walked you to the great hall. You thought it was odd that he did it only for you. You felt better eating more but still being here was draining. How could it not? Nothing was fun anymore, and Quittach became more violent. A lot of kids were seen going to the infirmary.
When Professor Snape called you into his headmaster's office you were scared but went up anyway since you knew what he said before. You couldn't help but feel something towards him. It confused you.
"Yes, Headmaster?" You asked standing in front of his desk.
"Miss Y/n.... I would like to talk about your classes." He said as he looked up from his position at his desk. He had been doing some paperwork and his legs were spread a bit and he looked more relaxed. You couldn't help to admire him. "Y/N." He called out. You focused back.
"Oh, what is happening with my classes?" You asked him nervous.
"Your potions and defenses grades are dropping... I wanted to let you know for now on, during those classes you will be with me and I will teach you." He said. You were shocked. You didn't like they were dropping that bad.
Oh, you wondered how this would go. This also meant walking longer with him to the great hall for meals.
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Mr. Fushiguro [II]
18+ // age gap // impact play // degradation // explicit office sex
part one | part two
wc 850
Then he touches you…
His first touch is surprisingly gentle. You feel a big hand closing around your waist as you reflexively lean in closer. You feel him pushing you down. He bends you over his knee.
Ass up, underwear on full show, you blush furiously as you wriggle under him, trying to stand. He holds you down and chuckles, tugging at your skimpy thong, “This is cute. Wear it f' me?”
He pulls up your thong and lets it snap against your skin, then moves his hand away and spanks you hard. His hand feels rough against your plush skin.
“So clumsy," slap, “dropping my stuff,” slap, “and why do you wear such slutty clothes?” slap, “Are you trying to get my attention?” slap, “D'you think it's working?” slap.
You can't answer any of his questions, you're only able to whimper quietly as the heat builds on your soft ass. He starts squeezing you and pulling your underwear again. He moves the lacy material to the side, revealing your wet, slick juices, leaking over your plump inner thighs.
“You like this?” He pulls your thong harder, you hear stitches coming undone. “I asked you a question, y/n.” His voice is rough and deep. “Mmh…” you moan as he loses his patience, his grip on your little thong tightening. He pulls it harshly, making your ass jolt up, “Answer me.” He commands you.
“Yes…” you whine. “Yes what?” He snaps. “Yes… mmh, I like it… when you slap me, sir.” Your voice sounds so weak, it makes you cringe. He pulls on your thong some more as your hips buck up. “You want me to rip it?”
If your sexy professor actually wants to have his way with you, you couldn't give a fuck what he rips. “I don't care, please… please just fuck me.” You hear a low chuckle from Mr. Fushiguro, “Wow… expressing yourself really well now. Good girl.”
He tilts your head up, your body leaning up against his, and brings you into a heated kiss, sliding his tongue over yours. He goes completely feral, rips your underwear and bends you over his desk.
He rails you on his desk with his clothes on, just unzips himself and fucks you with your clothes pushed out of his way. He slides his thick cock inside you, pushing your gummy walls open as you strive to suppress your moans.
He’s big, oh god you knew he’d be big but this… this hurts. It takes a good few pumps until your pussy starts to relax around him as the pain transforms to glorious pleasure.
He feels the tension fade from your body, “That’s it… good girl.” He sounds pleasantly surprised. “Maybe you’ll get a treat for taking me so well.”
He flips you over and pushes your top up, pinches your nipples and plays with your clit till you cum multiple times over his thick cock. You’ve never had sex like this before. His hips roll into yours so smoothly, it’s like he’s trying to prove that he’s the best or something, like he wants you to come back for more.
Your fantasies have finally come true as you’re sprawled over his desk, your hair a mess, ripped thong on the floor, under his hot body.
“M-Mr. Fushiguro…” you whine as he pumps you and fills you up. “Call me Toji, doll.” He murmurs as he gazes down at you lustfully.
He bites his lip as you blush hard, your pussy clenching around him involuntarily. Hearing a pet name from his lips is one thing, but him wanting you to use his first name… that’s got you feeling dizzy.
“Toji…” you breathe out his name, “I– I’m gonna cum again, Toji…” you moan quietly. You feel a big hand leave your hip as he moves his fingers to your mouth, “Sounds so sweet… from your lips.” He mutters, “I’m close too.” He lets out a deep groan as he picks up his pace.
“I’ll let you cum one more time… then it’s my turn…” he murmurs as you nod eagerly. He moves your fingers down and you play with your clit, pushing you over the edge again as your pussy squeezes him. You moan as he fucks you through another long orgasm, “Ahh, haah… Toji…”
He suddenly pulls out as the waves of pleasure have finished pulsing through your body. He paints your stomach and perky tits white with his hot cum, groaning and pumping himself as he finishes. He leans down into another heated kiss, tasting you and licking you.
Then he helps you clean up (thankfully he’s got tissues in his office), you get dressed and have the best conversation you've ever had with Mr. Fushiguro.
He gets more obvious with his staring in your lectures now, makes you stay behind often and schedules more meetings with you.
He expresses his concern about sleeping with a student (after you presumed he'd probably done it before - apparently not). You assure him that your secret is safe, you don't tell anybody.
toji | m.list
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~Lost and found~ (Larissa Weems x student!reader)
The reader is 19 in this fic!!! The show makes it clear they have students well above the age of consent.
Sorry for the longer than expected wait! Mocks are a bitch and a half! The reader is a snarky little shit in this chapter btw- The chapters will be getting slightly longer as I get more comfortable with the story but please let me know if you would prefer shorter chapters.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (1.2k words)
Thank you for all your kind words about the last chapter <3 I hope you continue to enjoy my shitty angst!!!
Lastly thank you once again to @thefangedman for the editing to make the story make any semblance of sense. You should check out their Tiffany Valentine fic! It's amazing!!!
Static takes over my senses. I slowly come round from my near death experience at the hands of my own Headmistress - ‘my duty is to protect all the students within these walls’ my ass. The glaring lights start to bother my shut eyes, begging me to open them and rejoin the living world. I'll give it 5 more minutes. I haven't had a nap like this in years.
Just as I'm getting comfortable, I hear the tapping of heels on a wooden floor, pacing back and forth. From what I can piece together, Weems accidentally impeded my ability to breathe; I passed out and she has dragged me to her office because she's too embarrassed to tell the nursing staff what happened. Hmm... I should have some fun with her. Fake amnesia seems like it'll do the trick. I mentally smirk, thinking over the horrified reaction I'll get to see on her face.
I flutter open my eyes to play into the act of just having awoken. I stare at the ceiling, hearing her rush towards me. "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, how are you feeling? It appears you... umm, passed out in the corridor."
I turn to face her, sitting up on the leather sofa I'm lying on. I rub my forehead, slightly obscuring my eye as a confused expression crosses my features.
"...I'm sorry but who is Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, and who are you?" Her face, like I thought, is priceless - she even backs away slightly.
Her voice quivers as she talks, an unfamiliar tone in the usually confident woman.
"S-shit...no no no. This can't be happening, I d-didn't. God, what am I going to do-" with this, she grips my face in her hand, the other removing my own from my forehead, grasping it gently as our eyes meeting in perfect alignment. The only difference is her eyes are glazed over with tears that will fall any second, "I am so sorry, Y/N..."
God, this was meant to be fun, but it's just depressing.
I swear, she has an ability to suck all the joy out of anything I do. I roll my eyes at her, but in reality a small part of me feels regret. Regret over my actions, regret over leaving her in this state, but alas, I repress this thought and lean into the anger. I rip my hand out of hers and shove her away from me.
"You're so annoying! I can't even prank you after you nearly murder me without you sucking the joy out of it. Also- thanks for being too scared to take me to see the nursing staff, or even an actual fucking doctor incase God forbid you got into trouble. I could have gotten actual brain damage-"
I am interrupted mid-rant when she embraces me, her face buried in my neck, now fully sobbing. Fuck. Why do I always have to be such a blunt asshole? I need Noah to translate my words into nice ‘feeling protecting’ ones, he's good at all the dumb emotional stuff. Normally I am at least okay at faking, and I can get by, but everything just feels so foggy. No matter how hard I try, I can't concentrate on finding the right words.
I feel awkward as her hot tears sear into my skin like a mark of shame. I bring my hand to her head, undoing her usual pristine hairstyle. I run my hand over her scalp and the nape of her neck, gently scratching her skin. She calms down slowly, relaxing more into me more. My hand slows with her tears, until both cease and we remain there, unmoving for what feels like eternity. Neither one of us knows how to proceed, not wanting to ruin our brief moment of peace and unspoken understanding of what the other needs.
It has to end eventually however, and I am the one to do so, saying words I never thought I'd utter to this woman in my life. Before I can gather what to say three simple words cross my mind, "...I am sorry."
No. I will never apologise to this woman.
Instead I simply remove all venom from my being. I render myself completely vulnerable to her, a spider without its fangs, completely defenceless. "I don't think before I speak. As you know I'm not exactly great at the whole communication thing. So understand, I did not mean to hurt you. I just struggle when taking others emotions into account and instead I chose to be selfish by lashing out at you, it was immature of me."
The air felt thick as I tried to regain my lost stoicism. I feel shame and pity for both of us. I pry her away from my body as I stand, desperately needing to leave, but my legs buckle beneath my weight as everything goes blurry - fuck. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.
Before my body can meet the welcoming ground, I am snatched by a set of strong arms. She turns me to face her once more, before gently setting me on the settee. She turns away from me walking towards her desk as she speaks, her voice still not quite back to it's typical happy/mildly aggressive cadence.
"I had the nurses come to see you here, because I know you don't like the nursing wing of the academy. They said you'd have a mild concussion from hitting your head, and told me to observe you, which is why I didn't put you in your dorm. I know you think of me as being too proud to admit when I am wrong, but I want you to know I will never put my pride before the health of you, or anyone else in this academy."
God, what is wrong with Weems, I think I broke her. She's being too emotional - in the sad way, normally she's just angry. I swear, she speaks exclusively in passive aggressive niceness. I lift my head to properly meet her eyes.
She has taken her seat pride of place behind her desk, having almost the same power behind it as when a queen takes her throne. I begin to verbalise my thoughts.
"Are you on your period? Or are you too old for that... when does menopause start? Oh wait, could it be perimenopause? Oh god, are you pregnant? Can you still even get pregnant?" I become horrified as the last thought even crossed my mind, that poor child.
I notice Weem's equally horrified expression contorting her features, "Mx/Mr/Miss L/N just how old do you think I am exactly? I also don't appreciate the invasive line of questioning, but for your information, no, I am not pregnant."
I shutter slightly feeling her peircing gaze wait for me to answer her. "I want to say, 54...?" Oh God, she looks like she's about to slap me. "54! I beg your pardon, Mx/Mr/Miss L/N, I am 44, and I do not appreciate you aging me a decade! I should give you an extra detention for this alone."
I look at her, wondering if she has been seriously affected by my words, merely her vanity showing as per usual, or if this is her failed attempt trying to be more humorous while scolding me. I run my hand through my hair and let it fall over my eyes.
"I don't give a shit how old you are! You still cried like a baby either way, get over yourself, you're not 2. So what? You nearly murdered someone, we've all been there. You aren't special, so don't expect sympathy from me!"
Weems stands once and strides towards me. I am not interested in her lectures about manners and etiquette, so I leave quickly through the nearest set of doors and out into the corridor, taking a sharp right into the closest room to me.
Grabbing the chair beside me, I barricade the door, allowing myself to slide down it and contemplate all that's happened thus far, while also figuring out an excuse. I look around the room, only now realising I've locked myself within Weems' bedroom.
"Shit."
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@the-bagel24, @suckerforcate
#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems#student x professor#wenclair#oc#morticia x gomez#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#marilyn thornhill#mortica addams#gomez addams
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Dropping Grades /// Smut
Pronounces used: She/Her
Paring: Sub!Professor!Spencer Reid X Soft!Dom!Reader
Warnings: Unprotected sex (P/V), oral (m reviving), praise kink, student x teacher (reader is of age)
Word count: 1024
It was painful for Y/N when her grades dropped, but in her defence, when she signed up to take classes in Criminology, she didn’t expect such a handsome man to be her professor
“That was all for today” He said as the class began to walk out “I remember to read page 100 to 125 until next time. Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” He stoped her before she could walk out
“Sure” Y/N nodded as she walked over to his desk “What do you wanna talk about?” She what he wanted to talk about, but she made it seem like she was oblivious
“I’ve talked to the other professors, and they say you have an exceptional good grade, but in my class, it’s low and it’s dropping. What’s going on with that?” He was sat in his chair, so he had to look up at her when he spoke
“I am so sorry, Professor Reid, I know they have been dropping, and I’m gonna fix them, don’t worry, I’m already working on them” She sighed as she looked at him with doe eyes
He cleared his throat and readjusted his position in the chair “Yeah, it’s fine, I just want the best for you”
Y/N walked around the desk so she would lean on the desk right in front of him “Is there any extra credit I could work for, Professor?” She asked as she walked over to his chair, leaning down to his eye level and supporting all her body weight on the armrest
She put her hand on his thigh “Ms. Y/L/N, I-“ He tried to speak but Y/N cut him off
“Ms. Y/L/N?” She asked surprised “I thought we were on first name basis, Spencer” She said biting her lip
“We… We are” He stutters as she started hiking her hand closer to his crotch “I just…” A whisper was caught in his throat
“What, Spencer?” She took away her hand and straddled him instead “You just, what?” She asked, teasing him
“This is highly inappropriate, Y/N” He said quickly avoiding her gaze
She took his jaw in one of her hands and turned toward her face making him make eye contact with her “Do you want me to stop, Spencer?”
“Y-you’re t-teasing me” Spencer stuttered as he rolled his head back putting his hands on Y/N waist
“Answer my question, Spencer” She said roughly taking his jaw in her hand making him look at her
“N-no”
“Good” She said as she took away her hand and replaced it with her mouth earning a moan from Spencer
“You might want to keep it down Professor; the door might be closed, but it’s not locked and if anyone hears anything, I don my think they’ll hesitate to walk right in,” Y/N said as she started rolling her hips earning another moan from her professor
“Y/N,” He moaned from beneath her as she started speeding Up her hips movements, making his hands tremble down her waist and onto her hips
“Kiss me, Spencer,” Y/N said, and Spencer not waiting another second without her lips, he crashes his against hers
It was sloppy and messy, but it was sensual and made Y/N moan while Spencer whimpered “Please, Y/N. I need you,” Spencer said as they pulled away for air
“Tell me, Spencer. How do you want me?” She taunted him, only making him hard, if that was possible
“I want you to suck me, please,” He answered as he made puppy dog eyes at her
As Y/N’s mouth went to Spencer’s neck, her hands traveled down to his belt. She purposely went impossibly slow to unbuckle it as she started sucking spots on both sides of his throat, making one of Spencer’s hands fly to cover his mouth to keep down the volume of his moans down
Y/N stood up from Spencer’s lap, and knelt down in front of him once she unbuckled his belt
“Fuck, please, Y/N,” Spencer moan before biting his bottom lip as he looked down at her
“Don’t worry, Spencer. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” She said as she started unzipping his pants. Spencer whimpered as Y/N took his cock out of his boxers
Seeing his precum on his tip, made Y/N wetter than before
She spit in her palm before she started stroking him. After a few pumps, she replaced her hand with her mouth, making Spencer moan loudly
“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good,” Spencer moaned as one of his hands went to her hair, as the other covered his mouth
Y/N sped up, making Spencer hit her throat over and over again, making her gag and Spencer moan louder and louder, his breath trembling
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Please, Y/N,” As Y/N heard his comment, she pulled off of him “Please, what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Spencer,” She said with a teasing voice
Y/N slipped her hands under her skirt, and pulled down her panties with and unbearable slow speed. When she finally stepped out of her panties, she went to line up Spencer’s cock with her entrance
They both moaned loudly when she finally slipped down on Spencer’s cock
“Fuck, Spencer. You feel so good in me,” Y/N moaned as she started rocking her hips, Spencer trying to meet her thrusts
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Please, can I cum?” Spencer asked with his voice trembling, and his eyes watering from the pain of holding on
“Not yet. Wait for me,” Y/N answered, with a comforting voice, tangling her hands in his hair “Fuck, you feel so good, Spencer”
Spencer’s hands went under Y/N shirt, tracing her sides, grappling onto her fat
“I’m almost there, Spencer. Fuck, you’re so good for me,” Her praise made Spencer get over the edge “So good, Spencer,” She praised as his cum soothed out of her
After a few thrust, she as well got send over the edge, coming with a loud moan
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Professor Nanami, a respected educator, is torn between his duties and unexpected desires when he discovers his student, (Y/N), in a forbidden setting-a club. The institute strictly prohibits such activities, complicating their already forbidden connection
(I ASSUMED NANAMI IS A MARRIED MAN WITH KIDS TO MAKE IT MORE TABOO KIND OFF)
(Slight mature, Alcohol use, fem reader, age difference, sexual themes)
[It has two parts. The first one contains the plot and scenario and the second one has the smut]
part 1
~Enjoyy~
DRIVE ME HOME~
PART 2
You: Well, I can feel it, what I did to you.
Nanami: Well, I, you, Hey!
He feels a bit flustered now your eyes are still locked on him, and he still can't believe you kissed him before. You are making him feel so different since you were just a student to him before.
You: You don't have to think too much when I let you do whatever you want with me.
Nanami: Uh, huh? Well, I really cannot control myself anymore.
He suddenly grabs you around the waist and places you next to him while he gets on top of you, unbuttoning his shirt.
You: N-?
He put one of his fingers on your lips.
Nanami: Sorry.
He leans in to kiss your neck while he starts to take off your clothes.
You take time to process everything, but you trust him, so you let him do anything for you.
He licks your neck to your chest as he nibbles on your collarbone.
You moan softly, wrapping your legs around him. He bites his lower lip.
Nanami: How does it feel to get teased?
He gives an innocent smirk as he palms his cock.
Nanami: I cannot control myself anymore.
He unzips himself, freeing his hardened cock. Pre-cum was oozing out already. He gulps. His Adam's apple moved slightly. He was trying so hard to keep himself cool, but you made him so horny.
You feel dizzy. The urge to pee is making your head ache. Your hand moves up to undress yourself. Though you are doing this under the effects of alcohol, deep down you want this.
Nanami stops you from undressing yourself.
Nanami: You sure you want this?
You nod desperately. You want him to take you so badly.
He feels himself getting weaker since your legs are wrapped around him tightly and your glossy, slightly teary eyes are encouraging him to fuck the shit out of you.
You: Please, please.
You could see how weak he looks right now, continuously but slowly palming his cock against your stomach.
Nanami is not touching you right now, but you lean in and kiss his neck softly. You want to make him lose all of his control, like you have already done before. You want to make him feel weak when he has been so strict and stern before.
You could no longer take it. Your core wants him. You want him inside you. You need more friction between your legs. You start mewling and moving against him as if begging him to make further moves against you.
Your grinding makes him grunt in sudden excitement. He is already hard and big, but as your thighs were rubbing on his body, he felt the urge to put it inside you.
Nanami: You are inviting me to invade you. Do you really want it?
You: I ne-ed you.
The desperateness in your voice makes him mutter "shit" under his breath.
Nanami: Can you take me?
You bite your lip, spreading your legs more.
Nanami finally pushes your dress up, indicating that you should open it. You take it off instantly.
He tugs on your bras, and with one forceful pull, he removes them. You gasp as your nipples feel the cold air around them.
You: Na-nam-
Your breath gets caught in your throat as you speak. You are so excited and wet at this moment that you don't want to speak anymore.
You just want to feel him.
Nanami kisses your bare chest and twirls his tongue around your nipples while his hands travel down to your core.
His hands stop for a while to massage your stomach while his mouth is latched on your tits. His eyes never leave your face. He hollows his cheeks as he starts sucking on them.
You whimper upon receiving his attention on your breasts.
His hands travel down and inside your undies; he smirks against your breasts, feeling your wetness.
He opens your slick folds with these cold fingers and rubs your clitoral area sensually. His two fingers rub the side of your clitoral area and occasionally press them to get a reaction out of you.
You moan, and your breath becomes shaky as he touches your intimate area. You want more of him.
He massages your entrance before putting one of his fingers in.
Your soft moans and gentle whimpers are making him desperate to be inside you.
He puts another finger into stretching your walls. His golden hair rubs against your chest. His mouth leaves your nipples with a lewd sound.
You are about to moan when he puts his hand on your cheek and inserts two fingers inside your mouth. His fingers press on your tongue, making you clench around his fingers.
Nanami: You are so tight, I wonder if you are a virgin.
Your voice barely comes out of your throat as you feel yourself reaching your climax.
He suddenly stops. Everything stops. Even his breathing. You open your eyes, which were about to close on your orgasm. You look at him, confused.
Nanami: Tell me if it hurts, okay?
He is already braced within your legs; he positions himself to enter you.
Nanami: I will be slow.
He inserts his tip.
Nanami: F-fuck. You are so tight.
Nanami bends down to kiss your neck while he is entering you inch by inch. Slow and gentle.
You grit your teeth. You feel yourself tearing at the stretch.
You: B-big.
Nanami holds the back of your head, keeping your head firm, while his other hand massages your clitoral area.
Nanami: Does it hurt?
You: N-no.. Not too much
He starts moving inside you slowly, making sure not to hurt you. Your hands are tightly wrapped around Nanami.
You fear losing him. You feel safe with him. You feel good with him inside you.
Nanami: You are so good. So warm and tight. I don-
His pace pacifies.
Nanami: I don't think I can last long.
His voice is shaky. He could no longer control his hips. He hammers inside you, and your cervix kisses his tip.
He is about to release.
Nanami: I am going to
Your moans fill his ears. You want to release it as well. Your hands travel through his hair, gripping it tightly. His hot breath touches your earlobe, making you shiver.
You: Gunna
Nanami is able to make out your words, even though they are barely recognizable. He kisses your earlobe.
Your hands and legs start to loosen around him, and as soon as they loosen, Nanami pulls himself up and takes your legs, placing them over his shoulders.
He thrusts into you, this time faster and deeper. His free hands squeeze your breasts, and his thumbs circle your nipples.
You: I cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm..
You scream in pleasure as your headache intensifies and drool drips down your chin. Your body shakes as orgasm hits you hard.
Nanami slows down, but he hisses at your clenching walls, squeezing his dick.
As your orgasm dies down, he takes your hands and puts them above your head while his other hand starts choking you gently.
Your legs start wrapping around him again tightly.
Nanami: I am... g-going to ..
Nanami is not able to control himself anymore. His hips automatically slam into yours. He does not even have the ability to pull out and release. Your legs are already wrapped tightly around him.
He is about to cum inside you.
He rams into you hard and fast. His thrusts get sloppier.
You feel yourself reaching another orgasm.
Nanami: This is it.
Nanami thrusts for the last time, spilling his seed inside you. You hit another orgasm; this time the orgasm is heavenly; you feel like you are on clouds; everything is white around you.
After a while, he pulls out. His cum dripping onto his car's seat.
Nanami: I am sorry.
You are too tired to even hear him apologize. Your eyes shut, and you slowly drift into sleep.
Nanami does not move. His face was still red, and he couldn't believe what just happened.
He looks at you, and guilt creeps into his heart. He did that to you when you were drunk.
Your peaceful, innocent sleeping face is making him melt; it is making him fall for you...more and more.
He caresses your face for a bit longer, and he feels you are even prettier now than ever.
He closes his eyes for a bit and then feels himself getting tired too. Your body still felt so warm and close to him, and this whole thing just made him feel too much for him to handle right now. He sighs and sits next to him, fixing his clothes, and he covers your body with his jacket, which was lying on the driver seat. He starts to fall asleep. He gently pushes your head over his shoulder, hoping that will make you feel comfortable.
His face resembles a satisfied smile. He is happy. He is happy that you both made love with each other.
TIMESKIPS
The morning light is starting to appear now, and you are starting to wake up a bit as well. Nanami's smell creeps through your nostrils. His body is next to you, still so warm and comfy.
Nanami opens his eyes at your movement. He is still half asleep, and on seeing your face, he starts to remember what happened last night.
SUDDENLY, YOU BOTH FEEL SOMETHING WET UNDERNEATH.
You both look down.
You think to yourself: Oh sh*t, I peed.
Nanami's eyes are wide now, and he sits up as fast as he can.
Nanami: Oh, god.
You: I AM SORRYYYYY NANAMI SIRRRRRRRR
Everything comes crashing down to you.
flashbacks..
Club, alcohol, and Nanami inside you.
#jujutsu nanami#nanami smut#nanami x reader#nanami kento#jjk nanami#kento smut#jjk kento#jjk#kento x reader#kento nanami#kento x y/n#student x professor#student x teacher#teacher x student#candystories
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— “Let’s try something new.”
pairing: professor eris x reader, feyre makes an appearance
summary: Eris surprises you with a little surprise before your exam. After a fun session you insist on going home, so your friends won’t see you. But what happens when he’s nowhere near?
warnings: 18+, nsfw, smutty scenes, fem reader, professor x student relationship, both are obviously of age,semi public sex, remote controlled vibrator, eris both slightly degrading and praising (love that),kidnapping oop👀
amara’s note: this is kind of a wild one, we also get new info of eris’s background👀 this is especially dedicated for all the eris haters and antis💗 if u find any typos, your eyes are deceiving you. Also yes I know reader getting kidnapped is SO 2014 wattpad y/n with her orbs getting sold to a mafia boss coded but it’s for the plottttt🫡🫡
part 1 part 2 part 2,5 part 3
The sound of the loud fan and random coughs echoed through the silent lecture hall, the only sounds where the clicking of mechanical pens and the rustle of turning paper.
The literature exam wasn’t really something you were worrying about since you were dating eris so you just sat there looking pretty, thinking of ways to have fun with him later on. Life really was more beautiful when you didn’t have to worry about stuff like exams and hard work.
Eris always taught you the night after anyways. And it was much more fun being in his bed as he’s teaching you things, giving you rewards if you answer correctly and punishments if you answered incorrectly.
Your thighs clenched at the idea and you subtly bit your thumb at the thought of tonight.
You felt a zap in your lower stomach, clenching your legs even harder as you remembered that you had a vibrator in you. That’s right, you nearly forgot about the way Eris had slutted you out on his desk before asking if you wanted to try something new today.
He had pulled out an oval shaped, bright pink little vibrator. It was shapes like a U so that it was nestled deep against your g-spot while stimulating the clit at the same time.
At first you were a bit embarrassed at the way he just casually put it in your palm for you to examine. His eyes had darken at the way your cheeks had heated. The goosepumps, indicating your excitement, almost made him pounce on you again.
“It’s not very big. You sure this will feel nice?”
He smiles, gently pushing your hair behind your ear before planting a soft kiss on your plush lips.
“I assure you, you will feel pleasure.”
You decided to be petty, stirring the pot a little.
“Interesting. And how exactly do you know that this feels nice? Have you tested it on other girls?”
His lips twitch in a smirk.
“I’ve tested it on myself.”
Your eyes widen at his casual answer. Eris in bed playing with himself sounded like grade A masturbation material, holy fuck.
His smirk only widened at your shocked face.
“Why deprive myself of such pleasure?”
You nodded, your mind feeling a bit fuzzy.
“Uh-huh. You really shouldn't. And neither should I. So, please put it in me.”
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
You obey, lolling out your tounge as he puts the toy in your mouth for you to wet.
You hop of his desk and turn around, bending over as you push your skirt up. His hand massages your ass before slapping it, enjoying the way you yelp.
Eris glances down at his F.P. Journe, clicking his tongue at the amount of time remaining before his hall fills with bothersome students.
He can’t wait for the day you graduate and he can finally leave this fucking place. There’s really nothing keeping him here anymore except you. He finally found a legal business he can use as a front so there was really no need to keep playing professor.
It really fucking irked him that teaching a bunch of hormornal idiots was the job his father had decided to use as a front for the business. But money had to come legally from somewhere right?
Convincing people that the mansion was an ancient family estate passed down through generations proved ridiculously easy. Despite the entire place being new, the idiots didn't bother checking the details.
You wiggle a bit, trying to get him out of his thoughts before the doors infront of you opened. Eris quickly put the toy in with a grin, not surprised by how easy it slid in considering how many times he had you finishing on his tounge.
You rise and shift your weight between your feet, ensuring everything feels just right.
“Oh, i just feel light pressure. Will people hear it?”
“No, not at all. Do you want to try it out before you sit down?”
You nod then almost fall to your knees at the strong vibrations. Letting out a sharp gasp you grab onto his shirt, curling your fist in his shirt.
“How do you feel, my love?”
You take a step closer, resting your head on his steady, beating heart.
“Good. I feel really fucking good.”
Once again, he slaps your ass and this time it feels so much better.
“Mind your language.”
Grabbing his shoulders, you jerk him down and kiss him hard, licking and biting his lips before grabbing your bag and using the side entrance to leave the hall, only to come in with the other students through the big doors.
—
Class started 5 minutes late because Eris needed his hard on to calm down. He was for sure getting you back for it. So when he opened the doors, he told everyone you had assigned seats because of the exams when in reality, he wanted you to have the last row to yourself. There was no one sitting in the back except for you so there was plenty of room for some fun.
The test, a multi-page character analysis and study on one of the course books, was handed to you by Eris along with a few extra pens to occupy yourself. But you still tried your best. He was still your professor and you really wanted to show him that you belonged in his class, you wanted to make him proud of you.
All that flew out of your mind when he started the toy, making your whole body tense before relaxing.
Eris started explaining everything to the class and asked if anyone had any questions before starting.
Then the bastard looked dead into your eyes and asked while he upped the speed,
“Any questions in the back?”
You clenched your legs together and gripped your pen so hard it started to crack,
“No professor.”
He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his and told everyone to start.
Seated, you struggled to answer the questions, constantly distracted by him and the pesky remote tucked in his slacks. Squirming in your seat, your face warmed, attempting to swallow with a dry throat.
It felt so good, having every part of you stimulated. Your entire body was always on edge, goosebumps and heat flaring your body. The onlu thing you hated was that during these two hours of pure ecstasy, he didn’t let you cum once. You were only brought to the knife sharp edge and had pleasure taken away. You considered just fixing it yourself had it not been for your nerves and the other students there.
Finally the exam ended and everyone left to discuss their answers at the cafeteria but you stayed put in your chair, convinced that if you moved, there would be a big stain. When the last student left and Eris locked the doors, you stood up, grabbed your things and tried to leave the room. If he didn’t allow you to cum then you wouldn’t allow him to touch you.
Seated in his chair, he observed your every move until you reached the door. Just as you were about to leave, he pressed the highest setting, causing your knees to wobble.
“Tell me, dear. Why are you so angry at me?”
He approached, crouching beside you, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Okay, maybe he could touch you.
“I’m- wait, it’s too much, Er, please.”
Eris looked at you with mock sympathy and simply went on.
“Did you want to cum? Is that it, hm? My beautiful girl is angry because I didn’t let her cum in a classroom full of others? Are you truly that needy?”
His words mixed with the intensity of the vibrations had you seeing white. You came with a cry, head thrown back and hands grabbing his forearms in a steel grip.
“May I have some more?” you asked with a smile. In response, he mirrored your smile and gladly fulfilled your request.
—
After spending time with Eris in his office, he offered to drive you home, but you opted to walk to avoid being seen by friends at a nearby party.
You should have just let him fucking drive you home
The crisp autumn evening turned unexpectedly traumatic as you strolled home with your AirPods in. An eerie sensation of being followed grew, fueled by a black sedan trailing a few feet away. Heightened paranoia set in, prompting you to quicken your pace.
The car halted, and a tall, red-headed man emerged, his footsteps thudded against the dark sidewalk behind you. As he approached, tension heightened until an unsettling silence fell. Your fight-or-flight instincts peaked, and you turned to confront him, only to find no one there.
Annoyed and frightened, you turned around, only to encounter a wall of muscles but before you could scream, everything went black.
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Feyre’s pov:
“The number you have dialed is not available right now-”
She tosses her phone onto the couch, wondering where you are. The plan was to get ready together before heading to the party she insisted on attending. She was informed if TA Rhysand's presence, and she couldn't resist checking it out.
She was starting to wonder where you were. You mentioned being ‘busy’with Eris after class, but this was dragging on. Maybe you just decided to bail, but it's odd since you're usually stuck to your phone, and she didn't get a text or anything.
Feyre got a bad feeling in her stomach and decided to pay Eris a visit. She knew it wasn't really appropriate to show up at his place, but that gut feeling wouldn't let go.
And if you were at his house, she’d simply murder you for ignoring her.
You had given her Eris' address a few weeks back, just in case she needed to get in touch with you urgently. Now, she really hoped this wasn't turning into an emergency.
She rolled up to Eris's place, this big gate in the way. Hit the intercom button, started talking.
“Hi professor, it’s me, Feyre Archeron in your AP lit class. Listen, I know this might be inappropriate or whatever but is Y/N in there? I just really need to know since she’s not answering her phone and I haven’t seen her since the exam. If she’s there it’s fine and I understand and I will get outta here but-”
Eris buzzes her in and bolts out to the courtyard before Feyre can even ask about his fancy estate.
Feyre's eyebrows furrow as only Eris appears.
“ Wait, where is she?” she questions.
Eris looks at her with panic, revealing that you left nearly an hour ago.
“Well, if she isn't here, then where the hell is she? Do you think something happened?” Feyre demands.
Eris's eyes harden, jaw clenching.
“Trust me, I'll find out,” he grits out before instructing Feyre to come inside.
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Hey Guys, I’m searching for a good Teacher x Student story, but not these with daddy, spank and so on, but rather the soft ones, maybe also a little enemies to lovers
#male teacher crush#student x teacher#student x professor#teacher crush#teacher x student#teacher x reader#professor x student
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Teacher baekhyun please 😭💕
trouble, trouble, let me go
here you go professor Baekhyun 😳 hope you enjoyed!!! 💕💕 also as per usual cw afab terminology is used!!
professor Baekhyun/reader | college au | dub-con (cause of the dynamic but reader wants it!!!) | oral sex | seduction | desk sex | semi-public sex | vaginal sex | anal fingering | face fucking
"I'd like to talk to you after class," Baekhyun whispered in your ear as he slid your essay onto the table In front of you, you gulped seeing the big red F in the corner, the third one that month. All semester you've been failing his class getting more depressed with every sad glance he threw your way, every paper had that big red F in the corner and you had just given up before he approached you.
After class, you headed to his office steeling yourself for whatever your professor might say to you knowing it would be anything but good news. You stepped into the room seeing your professor sitting behind his desk, he gestured for you to sit in the seat in front of him.
"I'm guessing you know why you're here." You nodded gripping the hem of your skirt and looking down. You heard your professor sigh as he typed something on his computer.
"Well the problem we have here is that you currently have a D- in my class, you need at least a D+ to pass even if you fail the final, but I have some extra credit you could do for me." You looked up with hope in your eyes only to see your professor gazing at you with a dark look in his eyes. He stood behind his desk making his way over to you, stranding behind you he ran his hand over the back of your chair before spinning you around to face him.
"Would you like to do the extra credit?" He lifted your head up making you look him in the eyes, and hesitantly you nodded.
"I need a verbal answer."
"Y-yes, sir."
"On your knees." You slid off the chair dropping to your knees, his hand ran over his belt quickly undoing it before pulling his zipper down revealing the grey briefs beneath. Baekhyun grabbed your hand, brought it to his groin, and rubbed his hard-on against your fingers. His underwear perfectly encapsulated his length defining the tip of his cock and the wet spot forming.
You gulped before grabbing the hem of his briefs and pulling them down, his dick popped out slamming against his dress shirt, and you held him in your hand stroking him from base to tip. You leaned forward licking at the head looking up at Baekhyun as you sucked it into your mouth, he groaned throwing his head back and burying his fingers in your hair, he bucked his hips forward making you take more of him.
"Gonna fuck your throat okay?" You nodded as he grabbed the back of your head thrusting into your mouth, his cock hit the back of your throat he pulled back out before showing himself in even further making you gag. Your hands grasped his thighs gurgling and drooling around his dick as he forced you to take it. He buried himself into the hilt keeping you there for a few seconds before pulling out, you leaned forward dry heaving snot running out of your nose, and Baekhyun dragged you by your hair to your feet turning you and forcing you up against the desk.
"Bend over." You sniffled leaning over the desk jutting your ass out, he pushed up behind you grinding his cock against your panties, pushing the head between your folds.
"Mm wet already huh?" Baekhyun pushed your skirt up, dragging your panties down your legs, revealing your wet core. He ran his fingertips over your hole gathering up your slick, dipping them inside occasionally. He ran the wet tip of his dick over the back of your thigh, you whimpered shifting away from him.
"You want the grade right?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Then don't move understood?" You nodded as he draped himself over you reaching down he lined up with your entrance, pushing inside of you in one long stroke. You squealed arching your back from the sudden stretch as he began to fuck you, he leaned back watching you take him your nails into the wood beneath you.
Baekhyun ran his hand over your asscheek grabbing it roughly as he dragged his thumb over your asshole, you squirmed pushing your hips further into the desk, he spat directly onto your hole collecting it on the finger before pushing it inside of you. He ground his thumb inside of you, feeling you clench around the digit with every thrust inside of your cunt, you leaked profusely slick running down your thighs collecting at the top of your socks.
Pulling his thumb out he slid his index into your ass along with his middle finger, he dragged them across your walls, pushing down moaning at the pressure through the thin skin, another finger joined those two and you were stretched wide in both holes bared completely for him. Baekhyun jackhammered into you harder taking what he wanted from you, your nails scraped and scratched against the desk as each of his thrusts forced you further up the surface,.
"Gonna come where do you want it?" You whimpered lips trembling not able to get anything to come out of your mouth.
"Guess I have to choose then hm?" Baekhyun growled in your ear biting at it and grinding into you a few more times before pulling out and pressing the head of his cock into your asshole, ropes of come shooting inside of you, he slid out of you with a pop, slimy trail after trail following after, plopping down onto the floor.
"I think you did a good job you for sure earned that C don't you think?" You nodded standing upright and pulling your panties back up your legs.
"But I think we could get that to a B or an A don't you think?" Baekhyun grabbed your ass whispering into your ear.
"Yes sir."
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spring
part one
pairing: 90s professor hugh grant x reader
word count: 3k
warnings: student x teacher, smut
prompt: reader and mr. grant slowly recover from the horror that was the end of last semester, but they can’t seem to keep their hands off each other
requested by several people <3
February.
The first few weeks of the semester I had sat nearly all the way at the back for Mr. Grant’s classes, not said a word in discussions and felt partly relieved he hadn’t addressed me directly. The other part of me wallowed in deep sadness and agony at the fact that we hadn’t exchanged a single word in a month.
He stood at his desk like always in a pale grey button up and his arms crossed over his chest. He let his eyes scan the class and quickly panned over me, to which my heart jumped and I sank down a bit in my seat. I hated that I still had dreams about him every other night and still wanted his hands on me more than ever. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He had actually done everything right. Which made it all worse. There was nothing I could cling onto for a reason to hate him.
Class ended sooner than I had expected and I hurried to gather my things and head towards the door, but Professor Grant stopped me with a soft uttering of my name.
“Would you mind staying back for just a little while?”
Stiff and caught off guard, I nodded and we awkwardly watched the last few students exit.
“I know you knew the answer to the Oscar Wilde question,” he stated gently with a sympathetic look and his head tilted down slightly.
“Okay,” I shrugged stiffly and hugged my books closely to my chest.
“Okay,” he mimicked and sighed.
“Listen, I’m really sorry about what happened last semester. I should absolutely not have let that happen…” His arms were crossed again rather anxiously and his eyes visibly upset. “We have to find a way to work through this though. You’re an absolutely brilliant student, but I’m afraid if you don’t speak in class that’s going to affect your grade.”
I blinked back at him and my gaze rested on his wide shoulders momentarily.
“I understand that.”
March.
It was Thursday and the sun had gone down nearly five hours earlier. I had been sitting in my dorm since the end of the school day with my nose shoved in one book or another, and I felt like I was going insane.
Already after a few minutes’ walk I was feeling better. However, my steps slowed as I wandered past a crowded pub to my left, letting my eyes sorrowfully scan all the little groups of people bathing in the warm light inside, talking and laughing. Sometimes I would get little spurts of confidence and I’d tell myself I could stomp inside a pub alone and get a drink if I wanted. Who the hell would care? But then I never did.
Just as I went to carry on down the street I spotted Professor Grant at the bar, also alone. In shock I watched his long fingers walk along the edge of his pint as he stared down into the half finished beer, wavy locks hanging around his glasses. I guess now I wouldn’t be alone if I were to go in.
“Hey,” I said carefully as I reached him by the bar. He didn’t hear me, so I repeated it louder and made him stare up at me.
“Y/N,” Mr. Grant exhaled and swallowed, almost nervously. His gaze traveled all the way down and up my body as I cautiously sat on the stool beside him.
“What are you doing h-“
“Can I get anything for you, love?” the loud barman interrupted his question with a wide smile beaming at me. I turned him down instantly, saying I was okay for now, anxious to make him go away.
“I’m- I was just on a walk.” I shrugged and looked around the stacked shelves behind the bar. “I’ve been studying all night, and I felt like I was losing my mind… I just saw you, and… thought I’d go in… I don’t know,” I mumbled once the barman was at the other end of the counter again. My professor continued to stare back at me, his pale eyes glassy with intoxication and tongue licking the corner of his mouth. There was a definite air of anxiety coming off him.
I went to ask him something but he quickly jabbed in with a tortured statement before I could get any words out.
“I don’t trust myself to be drunk with you,” he grumbled and shook his head and looked down again, beginning to slide off his bar stool.
“Why?” I asked, knowing why.
I took a good long look at his body while he struggled to find an answer; his broad shoulders clad in a knitted sweater and the few rings on his large hands and his long legs in blue denim. I thought I hadn’t ever seen him in jeans before.
“I’ll see you Monday,” Professor Grant muttered at last and hurried to make his exit, avoiding my eye contact. I was left alone at the bar, defeated and contemplating finishing his beer. Fifteen minutes later I was back in my dorm.
April.
“This is brilliant, Y/N,” Mr. Grant gushed without greeting me. He was holding up my latest essay as he took the last few steps towards me and sat on the edge of the table beside me. It was midday and the library was crowded and struggling to stay silent.
“I mean, really, the connections you make between 19th century and current day society are incredible.”
I smiled at his enthusiasm and my chest simmered with warmth, but I was afraid to answer him. Ever since that night in the pub that was all I could think about when I looked at him. Even in bright daylight it felt like his drunk eyes were looking at me through dim lighting when we spoke. And we had spoken quite a bit lately. Things had somehow gone back to what they used to be, Mr. Grant seeming to have forgotten the memory of the pub night. But it was all obviously a front.
“I have to run, but,” he stood up and leaned in a barely noticeable amount, placing my marked essay in front of me. “This is great stuff. You’re brilliant,” he finished rather lightheartedly and friendly, but his hand squeezed my shoulder gently and it felt like his fingertips lingered when he pulled away and walked off again. I watched his broad back and long legs march out of the library, his brown waves of hair bouncing softly around his head as always. The cloud of his scent dissipated soon and my shoulder molded back into its untouched state, as I began to look through his marks and comments to the sound of my pounding heart.
May.
Towards the end of the year it seemed Professor Grant was getting more and more relaxed in a couple areas. He had stopped blushing and darting his eyes away whenever I caught him looking at me, which was still quite often. Instead he would flex his jaw and take his sweet time looking down while exhaling deeply. I suppose he was getting comfortable with the idea of soon not being my teacher anymore.
I could almost hear his thoughts today as it was the first hot day of the year and I had opted for a skirt that ended at the middle of my thighs and a thin cardigan. He seemed to be hoping that my top button might pop open from his adamant stare which he had resumed now. I was praying for the same thing as my eyes trailed down his buttoned shirt from where I sat just two rows back in the classroom.
Mr. Grant gazed away again, but only for a minute, seemingly pondering something. I tried to force my head back down to continue scribbling notes about Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse, but seconds later Grant cleared his throat.
“I need to go get some books. Um… Y/N, would you mind helping me carry them?”
I snapped my head up and studied the way he was standing now, leaned over his desk with his arms straight and hands pressing into the wooden surface. Maybe my delusions were getting the best of me but I thought that definitely couldn’t have been a random pick of a student. I nodded and slid out of my seat, silently following him while my hands toyed nervously with my necklace.
The hallways were quiet and echoed with our steps as I walked next to my professor, all the while expecting him to say something. He didn’t until we were in the crowded storage room and he began stacking textbooks on my extended arms.
“Do you have any plans for the summer?” Grant asked and simultaneously made a quick grimace to comment on the heat in the tight space we’d found ourselves in.
“Work a bit, see my family… I don’t know… Read.”
“I’ll give you a reading list, don’t worry,” he said and winked. I smiled and prayed he couldn’t see my blushing cheeks in the dusky light. He let a moment pass of silence.
“I expect you’ll have a summer fling or two.”
His tone was lighthearted but investigative. I couldn’t help but scoff with laughter.
“I don’t think any guy has looked my way since starting uni.”
“I’m looking your way right now,” he joked and lowered his head to my level, inching his face closer to mine and locking in eye contact with me with a playful grin. My cheeks burned now.
“I’m looking at your eyes, your hair, your nose, your chin…”
Excitement and nerves bubbled and spilled over inside me, mixed with confusion and slight anger. He had spent so long fighting our chemistry and attraction and keeping me at an arm's length. Now all of a sudden he was charmingly playing around with me in a dark storage room. I couldn’t figure him out and it drove me mad.
“Especially looking at your arms,” Mr. Grant laughed sympathetically and looked down at my embrace of the huge stack of books. “Very strong arms.” His fingers touched my tensed bicep and all my feelings of anger left in an instant. We silently made eye contact for a few long seconds as his hand stayed put and the playful smile faded from his lips.
“Don’t stress. No boys here are good enough for you anyway.”
I couldn’t tell who was leaning in but somehow his face neared mine and I watched him close his eyes. I did the same and then I felt his lips softly against mine. There was so much more time to cherish our kiss this time around. No one was pulling away for a good long while, me still convulsively hugging the textbooks to my chest with aching arms. Soon, though, Professor Grant grabbed a hold of a bunch of them and tried to help me place them on the empty shelf space behind me while not breaking the kiss. They all slipped and crashed to the floor instead with a loud noise that echoed quickly around the room, making us both jump and laugh and stop kissing for a second. But he hurried back to me and firmly pressed me against the uncomfortably uneven surface behind me, his fingers clawing into my sides.
“Professor,” I breathed with a whimper into his desperate kisses as a sharp shelf corner dug into my back. He answered with a deep hum and I felt his smirk grow.
“I love it when you call me that,” he breathed back, his hands having found my bare skin under my cardigan. My heart was making my rib cage rattle as his teeth softly trapped my bottom lip and his hand cupped the underside of my breast. I couldn’t help but let a small moan out.
“And that’s a lovely sound, darling, do it again,” he whispered eagerly, his lips now below my ear sucking a harsh mark into my thin skin. I continued to whine and moan as I tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his belted trousers and impatiently tearing the first few buttons open. He quickly took over and his skilled fingers rid his body of the shirt within seconds.
“Wait,” I breathed and pushed him off of me but kept him within reach. I had to take a good look at his body when I had finally gotten him topless. The thick stripes of light from the small windows coated his softly defined stomach and his chest heaved with his sharp breaths.
“Oh my god,” I muttered, tormented by his beauty, and my hands roamed down his shoulders and arms and to his narrow waist and hips. Beginning to fall back into his space, I kissed his collarbones. Mr. Grant smiled smugly at my surrender to his body but he protested and held me back.
“I want to see you too.”
I allowed him to hold me back and mindfully open the buttons down my front as I tried to control my breathing. His eyes fell on my nearly exposed breasts as he pushed my sleeves, along with my bra straps down my shoulders.
“You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined,” he mumbled and my insides fluttered at the thought of him imagining me naked.
“Have you been imagining undressing me, professor?” I taunted, wanting to hear him say it. He unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor between us and nodded with his eyes intensely staring into mine.
“Couldn’t get the image out of my head of your body on mine.”
He leaned down and I felt his lips lock around my nipple and his hair tickle my bare skin.
“Your tight pussy around my cock,” he added in a low whisper and I whimpered again at the thought, and the sudden feeling of his large hand coating my damp underwear under my skirt.
“Fuck,” I exhaled onto his brown locks at him rubbing circles around my clit.
“Do I make you this wet, hm?” Mr. Grant asked and began kneeling in front of me, looking up into my eyes again. I shoved my hands into his soft hair and nodded.
“Yes, professor.”
He lifted my skirt up and connected his lips with my wet underwear, leaving precious kisses and listening closely to my whimpers. They only grew louder when his finger hooked into my pants and pulled them to the side, hurrying to reattach his lips and tongue.
“God, that feels so good,” I whined and combed my fingers through his fluffy hair, tightening my fist around the roots and making him groan at the slight pain.
“Yeah?” Professor Grant spurred me on. “Do you want my cock inside you, darling?”
“Yes, please.”
Him coming back up to kiss me again, I tasted myself on his lips. I couldn’t ponder on that for too long though as his body was pressed against me again and I felt his hard on between my thighs. Instantly I rushed to get his belt off.
His breaths hit my face sharply as his clothing dropped to the floor and he ran his tip along my wetness, making me moan in desperation.
Holding one of my already weak legs up to his hip, he pushed most of his length inside me and smiled darkly at the loud whimper that poured out of me in response.
“I know, I know, my love,” Mr. Grant muttered reassuringly, capturing the side of my head in his large palm and kissing my lips sweetly as he thrusted deeper.
“You’re doing so well, taking me so deep.”
I couldn’t think of any words to say back. My mind was a haze and my body a trembling mess as his hips slammed against mine at a faster pace now.
“You feel incredible,” he breathed into my ear and I continued to pant and moan into his. “Do you want to come on my cock, hm?”
He had begun rubbing my clit with his thumb. I couldn’t believe how good he was making me feel and all I could do was nod and cling onto his sturdy shoulders.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I whined and breathed into his neck and he kissed mine back. He sank his teeth into my skin slightly and the pain instantly pushed me over my edge, making my thighs shake and body twitch as he continued to stretch me out with deep thrusts.
“That’s it… So good for me,” Grant breathed and groaned at the feeling of me clenching around him. “Fuck!”
Just as his pounding was beginning to make me ache, he pulled out quickly and I watched in complete awe as he came over my chest and stomach. A string of moans and curses ripped from his throat, soon to be replaced by only his heavy breathing.
He caught the drops running down my breasts and belly with his fingers and thumb and for a second he was unsure where to go from there, at which I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand up to my mouth. I sucked his sticky fingers clean as I stared at his bright eyes and blushing cheeks, and his smirk grew again.
“You drive me crazy, Y/N,” Mr. Grant sighed with a slanted smile and he pulled his trousers up again. I blushed and bent down to get my cardigan off the floor. When I came back up he gave me another kiss, long and sweet and with his hand softly on my lower back.
“I’m afraid I might not be as strong after that,” I mumbled and we both chuckled breathily as we stared at the messy pile of books around our feet.
Mr. Grant gazed away and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes hopping between notebooks and binders on the shelf to his left. I wasn’t sure if he felt regret or guilt or embarrassment. But he looked back at me after a moment and gave me a soft smile.
“Come on then,” he sighed with a chuckle and covered his beautiful back and arms with his shirt again before reaching for the textbooks.
#hugh grant#90s#fic#imagine#smut#fluff#angst#hugh grant x reader#student x teacher#student x professor
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need this life so bad (with a female professor)
#millers girl#cairo sweet#winnie black#jonathan miller#student x professor#wlw#jenna ortega#gideon adlon#martin freeman#poet#poetry movies#sapphic#wlw yearning#sapphic yearning#black lesbian#college#college student#professor x student#college aesthetic#cairo x winnie
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Headmasters Favorite (2)
WARNINGS: age gap, headmaster x student, angst, nsfw themes, maybe spanking or any form of punishment
Today was going to be the start of having your classes with him. You knew he was talented at both and had his own little area to do work. That was where you were supposed to meet him but not also be late. At the moment you were very much late. You were running through the halls with your books. You planned on just leaving them in the room at this point. It was a nice quiet place to study and no doubt he wanted you to be focusing on it. You knew to knock first. You stopped at the door and knocked.
He used magic to open the door pull you in and shut the door quickly.
"You are late." He said as he looked at you a bit annoyed at this and was at the desk in the middle of the room.
"I- I didn't mean to Headmaster."
"Well, don't be from now on, we have something important to discuss before we go into the lessons." He said sternly and, motioned for you to sit at the other desk facing his. You sat down in the chair.
"What is it, headmaster?" You asked.
"I was thinking... instead of the normal things professors seem to do to help or reward their students, we are going to do something different." He said with a slight smirk at the end. It sent you shivers down your back. "You are of age. Hence, this is fine, just don't tell anyone what happens. Are we clear?" He asked you, looking at you, waiting for an answer. You nodded. "Verbal." He said.
"Yes, headmaster." You were curious as to what he meant. He slowly got up from the chair and went over to your desk, walked behind your chair, and stood behind you. He leaned over to your ear.
"In here, you address me as sir. How to do one day or on a test or quiz will determine if you get a reward or punishment along with extra time here. Understood Y/N?" He said lowly and moved his hands to grip your chair arms. The way he sounded was husky and, had no room to mess around. You bit your lip.
"Yes, sir." You spoke, flustered by the scene happening right now. You were not complaining either.
"Good girl, now turn to page 396." He said, referring to the defense textbook. He went about talking and going over everything with extra pieces within it. You were interested. The way he spoke was as if, he was more passionate about it than potions. You took the notes as he went about teaching. By the time the first three-quarters of the class, he was done talking and having you do a writing assignment, summarizing what he spoke about and what you remembered. You turned it in once you were done. He looked over it with nothing for a hint of how he felt about your work. He just gave it back.
"Sir, how did I do?" You asked him, worried that you disappointed him. He looked at you smirking.
"Good enough to get a reward, you need to stay after your potions class, which is at the end of the day. We need to work on your skills summarizing and what to focus on."
You went through the rest of the day and did pretty well in potions. He had you make a potion while he watched. He did not want his room to be messed up by a silly failure. You were waiting for what he was going to do. He was having you stand in the middle of the room.
"sir-"
"Do not speak unless told to." He interrupted quickly with a stern gaze. He went back behind you, pushing you to where you were against your desk, and fell into a bent-over position. "Now, we will be going over everything from the lessons I taught you today. A wrong answer results in one spank. You started out strong with it but you said a single wrong answer, and he swiftly brought his hand down against your butt, gasping you to gasp. "Try again." He said sternly. You finally got it right.
This went on for a few more questions and a few more spanks. By the end of it, you were sore on your bottom, and your face was beet red. "Now go sit on the couch and study. I will tell you when to stop." He grumbled. He went to his desk while you went to the couch and winced as you sat down, but knew it was best to start studying.
Soon Snape told you to stop and had you come over, where he lifted your skirt enough to rub the cream. It felt better.
"Thank you, sir." You whispered.
"you are welcome." He said and got up from his desk, led you to the door, and let you out of the room into the great hall for dinner. You couldn't help to feel something for him. The way he had used his dominance over you. You knew you were in deep problem but couldn't care.
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