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you against yourself ; mark lee smau

[viii tequila rose]

mark genuinely thought if God zapped him right then and there he'd be fine with it. after many awkward introductions the group settled into cliques amongst the living room. renjun, winter and hyuck took the couch closer to the wall whilst chenle, jeno and jaemin took the one adjacent to it. jisung took the liberty of the recliner in the corner, stretching out his limbs across the faux leather and loudly claiming his height meant he got a seat to himself. for whatever reason that could correlate...

which left mark with the floor which just so happened to be where y/n had perched herself as she wanted to save all the comfy seats for her guests. mark swallowed thickly, his nerves and saliva chasing down his throat as he stiffly sat a distance away from the girl.

y/n gave him a side glance, confusedly noticing his stiffness. she scooted over, tossing a blanket over the pair and leaned back against the couch. "we had history freshman year together."

"yeah haha, you're right." mark gulped, his voice coming out a shaky squeak.

"and english sophomore year."

there was the kicker. mark squeezed his eyes shut, an embarrassed flush covering his cheeks. he reached behind to scratch his neck and then subconsciously touch his nose.

"your nose seems better, that's good."

mark laughed at her sarcasm, feeling a weight off his shoulders as he turned to look at y/n. "thanks, i'm mark."

"yeah dude, I know." she snickered, shaking his outstretched hand.

her smile was familiar and warm to him. a sense of relief washed over him and they both turned to look at the tv as the movie, that chenle forced everyone to agree on, started playing.

his thoughts wandered as the characters moved across the screen. his junior year had been a blur of homework and music, it seemed like he barely had time for himself anymore. he couldn't remember the last time he'd hung out with friends or relaxed in the slightest. the hobby that used to be an escape had turned into something he wanted to escape from. he sighed softly, zoning back into reality as the climax of the movie began. he stood from his seat, moving to the kitchen to get some water and stretch his legs.

y/n was perched on the counter when he turned the corner, legs tucked underneath her in a criss crossed position. her sweater swallowed her frame as she drank a steaming drink from a halloween snoopy mug.

"you okay?" she asked mark, looking up from her phone.

"umm, yeah im uh im okay." he breathed. "was just gonna get some water."

y/n nodded, opening the cabinet behind her and grabbing him a cup. mark curled his lip up at the batman emblem plastered on the side.

"what? you a superman fan or something?" y/n laughed at his disdain.

"spiderman is more my forte." mark smiled, taking several gulps of water. he polished the glass, going back in for another cup.

y/n laughed softly through her nose, gesturing to his shirt with a quirk of her eyebrow. "yeah I can see that."

mark froze, glancing down at his shirt to see his spiderman graphic tee. he mentally faced palmed, he'd totally forgotten to change out of his shirt before heading over.

"the fit is a tad atrocious." y/n smiled into her mug.

mark laughed, looking at his clothes the back up at her. a big, red spiderman t-shirt hung over his baggy cargo shorts. the blue nike dunks on his feet did not match his red crew socks. he kind of did look a bit ridiculous he thought, like a mess of spray paint graffiti.

"okay okay, maybe I did forget to change but at least my outfit has color. some of us look like an endless void." mark joked, gesturing to the all black ensemble y/n was wearing.

y/n raised an eyebrow, a smile dancing on her lips. she fluttered her black knitted sweater with her free hand. "what's wrong with black?"

mark flushed, scratching his scalp once more, a nervous tic he'd had since middle school. along with picking at his shoelaces and pant hems, hence the frayed ends of all of his pairs of bottoms. "nothing dude, I like it. I think it's cool."

y/n smiled again, content with the response and hopped down from the kitchen counter. "your hair makes up for the atrocious clothing choices so I guess its fine. come on we're gonna miss the ending of the movie."

with that she breezed past him, leaving him to think once more. they'd known of each other for awhile now, mutual friends and shared classes however weren't enough to connect the fully.

he hadn't spoken to her since english, pre-nose break. once sophomore midterm exams ended she didn't really talk to anyone around her anymore. mark had study groups with the grungy girl but he never had the chance to get to know her. suddenly always so closed off and reserved, she only talked to her roommates and occasionally their mutual alumni friend taeyong.

mark placed his cup in the sink, running a hand through his fresh black undercut. she said his hair was cool.

"gi, i swear it wasn't on purpose girl. come over right now!" winter said into her phone as mark circled back to the living room, she flashed a peace sign and duck lips at the boy before talking into her phone again. she hung up on the mystery caller with a kiss before padding back over to the group. they'd finished the movie, now chatting amongst each other.

"the queen giselle is on the way everyone!" winter announced, her sweater paws raised in the air.

chenle perked up from his seat, and by seat he was sprawled across jaemin and jeno's laps. he glared at winter and then huffed dramatically. "oh hell no, she and I have beef."

"yeah, beef because she rightfully slapped you because you said her contour was 'giving tire marks'." y/n hummed, she had taken the open spot on the couch beside renjun.

"okay? so what if it was, she needed to blend it."

y/n rolled her eyes, sipping the last of the contents in her mud before reaching over to give chenle a soft hit on the top of his head. he yelped dramatically, and flopped across an unsuspecting jaemin's lap. he whipped his phone from his pocket, opening his camera and then pointed behind jaemin at the wall.

"yo, jaemin whats over there?"

jaemin's dumbass turns, unsuspecting of the rapture that's about to happen, hears a shutter click! he freezes, slowly turning back around to look at chenle. there's an unmistakable look of utter disbelief and anger in his eyes and then he lunges at chenle.

"oh you bitch!"

a shrill scream erupts from chenle as jaemin tackles him to the ground. chaos and noise bursts from everyone in 9301 as half the group laughed and records and the other, responsible, half attempt to break them apart.

"word star!!!" jisung laughs, recording the pair of boys as they scuffled on the carpet.

y/n has a tight grip on jaemin's shoulders, hugging him form behind. "ill shave you bald if you dont stop!" she threatens.

"do it! it'll take care of the cowlicks!" chenle giggles behind mark earning a slap upside the head from jeno.

a knock on the door interrupts the noise, everyone freezing to stare at the dark, wooden door.

winter hops up to open it, revealing a newly ginger haired giselle holding a bottle of tequila rose in one hand and her duffel bag of a purse in the other. "mother has arrived bebes!"

y/n drops jaemin to the floor, he hits the ground with a thud and a groan as the culprit practically jumped giselle. the ginger squealed, hugging both her friends before ushering herself into the living room.

"I brought tequila rose so we could play a game." she said happily, setting the black bottle down on the coffee table with a giant thud.

renjun gave her a side eye, inspecting the unopened bottle of liquor before nodding in mock approval.

"wait isn't this the shit that tastes like peptobismal." jaemin piped up from his place on the floor.

"no you bitch, it tastes like strawberries and cream." gigi retorted, grabbing 9301's collection of shot glasses from the kitchen.

giiselle was once a tenet of 9301, moving out over the summer to live down the road in a townhouse with her boyfriend and friend karina. jaemin was a fortunate replacement however, y/n always said meeting the man at their old job was a stroke of luck from God Himself.

"tequila rose tastes like my pussy." winter ( attempted more like) whispered to giselle with a stifled laugh. earning a chorus of groans and words of disgust, making winter and giselle laugh harder.

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I'm still hung up on Jay White, but can you really blame me? 😂 I'll get back to writing my requested stories as soon as I stop swooning over this man 🫠 Word Count: 1.6k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion 🙂 When Jay is stressed, you help him relieve some of it...

Something seemed off with Jay when he sauntered into the kitchen after getting a phone call from Austin and Colten. He stood with his palms pressed against the counter, completely lost in thought while you put away some clean dishes.  “Penny for your thoughts?” you asked gently.

Your words seemed to grab his attention.

“What? Oh, sorry love. Just thinking over what the boys told me about Billy. I guess he was really pissed about us showing up unannounced at his house with a camera crew. Grouchy old man! I wish my bat would’ve gotten a taste of his oversized tv,” he said with a scowl. “He’s considering taking it up with HR,” “Would he really do that? You guys didn’t even do anything, just toyed around with a couple of his things and admired some pictures on the wall. No harm, no foul,” you shrugged. “It’s not like you to worry about such things though baby. What’s bothering you so much about it?”

Jay let out a rush of air, clearly growing more frustrated by the minute.

“To be honest, I’m not even sure. I’m letting this whole thing with Billy and The Acclaimed mess with my head. Ugh, I need some fresh air,” He threw his hands in the air as he made his way out the back door.

45 minutes had gone by with no sign of Jay. You had since finished up in the kitchen and started getting yourself ready for bed. You stole one of his wrestling t-shirts out of the dresser before brushing your teeth and turning down the bed. It felt odd laying there without him, so you went on a hunt to find him. You checked each room in the house before looking out by the pool with no such luck. A lightbulb when off in your head when you thought to check the home gym attached to the garage next. Sure enough, when you approached the door, you heard the weights on a machine clanking together and his favorite music blasting. You leaned against the doorway with your arms crossed taking in the sight of your man as he continued his workout.

He was wearing one of his cut off shirts along with a pair of shorts that were hanging off the v of his hips, his arms and forehead glistening with sweat as he pushed himself harder and harder. You were practically salivating! The grunts he made as he worked his body sent a jolt of lust straight to your core. After stepping away from the machine, he picked up a couple of the free weights and began doing arm curls with them in front of the wall of mirrors. You decided to make your presence known by walking up behind him and meeting his eyes in one of the mirrors. The smile that covered his face when he saw you in his t-shirt made you go weak in the knees! Jay was about to put the weights down when you yelled out over the loud music

“Don’t stop on my account! I’m enjoying the view,” He chuckled at your remark, not daring to disappoint you by ceasing his movements. You saw the remote to the sound system in the reflection of the mirror, so you grabbed it and turned the volume down while also changing the genre.

“That doesn’t sound like workout music,” he pointed out when he heard the tempo change. “Oh, but it is workout music baby,” you replied coyly. “Just not for the type of workout you’re doing currently,”

Jay sat his weights down in a hurry when he caught on to what you were implying before hopping over a weight bench on his way over to you. You were lost in a fit of giggles when he took you in his arms and began planting kisses up and down the length of your neck. He drug his long fingers up your bare thighs, bunching up your t-shirt with his hands before gripping your hips tightly with them. His accent was ever present when he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“And what kind of workout did you have in mind, love?”

Your brain instantly turned to mush from his words, making you lose your nerve. When Jay noticed your sudden shyness, he made sure to capitalize on it.

“Come on sweet girl, don’t back down now. Why don’t you tell me the real reason you came out here. Better yet, why don’t you tell me what was going through that pretty little head of yours when you were watching me,” You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, swallowing hard when you saw how flushed your cheeks were. Your body was giving itself away from the color of your cheeks to your enlarged pupils, to the rapid rise and fall of your chest. Your fingertips seemed to tingle while they rested on Jay’s muscular arms, his scent was dancing around your nose. He was only mere inches away from your face, his breath tickling your skin, but that didn’t even feel like it was close enough! It was no surprise that he was having this kind of effect on you, he always has.

Your words came out rushed as you scrambled trying to find the right ones to respond with.

“I-I was just getting ready for bed. It didn’t feel right not having you next to me, th-that’s it,”

“I see. And is that what you’re still wanting? To go back inside and get some sleep?”

When you shook your head no, Jay pulled you flush against his body, using his  fingers to outline your jaw before running his thumb across your lips. You melted into his touch when he cupped your cheek with his hand, earning a small gasp from him when you turned and kissed his palm.

“I’m not tired anymore,” you said suggestively. “I’d much rather help you relive some of your stress,” “I’m all yours sweet girl. You’re in control, do what you want with me. Make me forget all about anything and everything that’s not you,” With your palm flat on his chest, you backed Jay up until his calves contacted the weight bench. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and underwear, pulling them down simultaneously. You instructed him to sit on the bench, his length standing at attention ready for whatever you had in store. He watched you intently as you pulled your own panties down, stepping out of them before straddling his lap.

Your entrance hovered above his tip, your arousal already making it slick. With your hands on his shoulders, you inched yourself down on Jay. He licked his lips and sighed at the feeling of you around him, the look in his eyes practically begging you to take the rest of him in. You had one more thing you wanted to say first.

“Don’t think baby, only feel. It’s just you and me, nothing else matters besides that,”

Your lips parted while you sat all the way down, the fullness you were feeling now was delectable! Your walls stretched around Jay as you found your rhythm, pleasure overtaking you. The string of pants and moans Jay let out as you rocked your hips was euphoric and music to your ears.

You had that man seeing stars! You pulled his hair tie out and tossed it to the floor, grabbing a handful of his sweaty locks with each of your hands and tugging. Your lips crashed against his before he had the chance to release a sound.

Jay wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you tightly against his chest and nuzzling his face in your neck. The friction his body was creating against yours was sending you into overdrive, making you work harder and harder for the sweet ecstasy that your orgasm would bring.

“God love, you are incredible. Just look at yourself in the mirror! Look at you taking me so well, look at how perfectly we connect,” Jay murmured. There was something so very erotic and sexy about seeing things unfold in the mirror. It was nearly impossible to look away now! You both got lost in your reflection as you enjoyed the view. Jay could tell by the way your walls were tightening around him that you were moments away from unraveling.

“That’s it sweet girl, don’t hide from it. Don’t look away. Look how beautiful you are as you’re about to cum!” he encouraged.

With a few more rocks of your hips, you fell apart around him. You watched as your body and legs shook, how your mouth fell open, and how incredibly consumed with lust Jay appeared to be. His hands supported your back as you rode out the remainder of your orgasm, ultimately bringing him over the edge with you.

You smiled against Jay’s lips as you stole kisses from him while he tried to steady his breathing, still reveling in the way he felt inside of you. The two of you were a sweaty, sticky mess but it didn’t bother either of you.

“Feeling any better?” you whispered against his neck.

“So much better, love. I think all I needed was a dose of you. You seem to be the cure for all,” Jay replied, his words still a little breathy. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,”

With one last glance in the mirror, you removed yourself from Jay and the two of you made your way back into the house. When you were settled in bed, you snuggled in close and fell into a deep sleep. That night Jay had the best night of sleep he’s had in a while, waking up the next morning a little sore from is double workout from the night before.

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Bitten

Pairing: Vampire!Shanks x AFAB!reader

Warnings: NSFW, biting, this got graphic fast, doggie, oral (fem receiving) P in V, fingering, cum drinking, squirting, feeding, groping, aftercare, overstimulation,

It was the night of the full moon, and it wasn't just any full moon, it was a blood moon. Most of the red hair pirates had gone to bed, in fear of a superstition that the blood moon was an ill omen that brought out the monsters in men's hearts. Only you, Shanks and Benn were awake past lights out to view the celestial spectacle.

"Careful there sweetheart, you might not want to lean on the railing right now. One stray wave, and you'll go straight into the drink." Benn rumbled from his lounge chair on by the mast.

You stood up straight and grumbled, "I've fallen overboard before, and you didn't have a problem bringing me back up."

"Yeah, but that was during the daytime when we could see, if you fall in and don't come up then you are as good as gone." Benn retorted, flicking the ash off the tip of his cigarette into the breeze. "And when the rest of the crew was awake to help."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "fine, fine," and strolled over and plopped down on the couch Shanks was sitting on. The red head wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled your back against his side. Shanks kissed the crown of your head and mumbled, "wise choice love, we wouldn't want to wake the crew, or worst lose you."

Your hands gripped his forearm as you got into a comfortable position. The warmth of his body seeped into your skin as you relaxed against him.

"If you were gone, I'd have to find someone else to tease for my amusement." Shanks added, before his lips danced over your neck. A shrill squeak ripped from your throat at the tickling feeling, you tried to escape him, but the tightly muscled arm around you just tightened.

"Benn! Help me." You whined, "Your boss is being mean to me."

"You're fine, he doesn't bite... Well t least not often," Benn replied, leaning back in his chair and taking a drag off the cigarette held between his fingers.

You glared at him out of the corner of your eye and growled, "he might not, but I do." You twisted behind you and sink your teeth in Shanks's neck. The tall man groaned, "oh fuck, darling." His hand slide down and squeezed your breast, making you moan around the mouthful of his hot skin. His breath fanned over your shoulder as a chuckle rumbled in his chest, "I didn't know you liked biting, I must admit that I usually prefer to be the one doing the biting, but don't mind indulging you."

"If you two are going to go any further, fuck off to your own room, and let me enjoy this night by myself." Benn growled.

Shanks chuckled, "so you don't want to watch? How unlike you, but fine." He shifted his hold around you and picked you up. Purely out of spite you refused to release your bite, as he carried you below deck. He kicked open the door to his room, the carmine colored moon light poured in from the large bay windows, making your partner's usually very cozy room quite eerie. As he made his way over to the large bed in the center of the room, the smell of your captain flooded your nose making you quite giddy. Shanks plopped both of you down onto his plush bed. "Are you gonna let go, love?" Shanks huffed, dragging you to the head of the bed. When you didn't let go, Shanks's hand dove up your shirt, and he yanked on your nipple. The yelp he pulled from you allowed him to pull away, he reared up and sat on his heels. His brown eyes took in your form, before focusing on your chest. He pushed your shirt up until it bunched at your collar bone and circled his thumb in a soothing manner over the bud he had been rough with.

"There we go, now my turn." Shanks purred before diving at your chest, nipping and sucking at the skin around your areola. His stubble leaving a pleasant burning sensation in his wake that made heat pool between. You gasped and squirmed, trying to rub your thighs together for some relief when Shanks pried your legs apart and laid himself between them. "Oh no, no, no, you don't get to pleasure yourself, only I get that honor." Shanks whispered as he rested his chest against yours, sinking you deeper into the crimson covers of his bed. He hummed in amusement as he trailed his nose from your chest up to your neck and his hand gripped your wrist and pinned it above your head.

"Shanks, please kiss me." You panted, while trying to tilt your hips, so you could grind against his stomach.

The look he gave you was almost feral, but he made no move to kiss you. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you..." He said, suddenly quite serious, all traces of lust gone from his voice. "Bust I'm worried it might scare you off."

You scoffed, "darling, I've seen you behead a man, there are very few things that you could tell me that would scare me off."

"Even if I told you I'm not human anymore?" He asked, "and that I need something besides normal food to survive?"

You frowned, and searched his eyes only to find that no deceit in them. "What do you need to survive?"

A hesitance overtook your brave companion, giving him pause before he responded, "blood."

"I still love you even if you are a vampire, because you're still you..." you cooed, finger combing his hair back with your free hand, before adding, "wait is that right, you're a vampire?"

He let out a relieved shuddering breath, and nodded his head.

"But why tell me about this now?" You asked, "are you hungry, is that it?"

Shanks shook his head momentarily before cocking it to the side and replying, "Well, I ate on the island, but I'm still feeling a little peckish. And while normally I would ignore it, this blood moon is making it hard to ignore."

You giggled, "So what you're telling me is you want a dessert, baby?"

He grinned and pressed a kiss to the column of your throat, as he replied, "absolutely, and I figured you would be delectable."

"Perhaps, but don't you think I'd be even better after a few orgasms? When my blood would be a cocktail of hormones?" You sighed, trailing your fingers from his hair, down to his jaw, and lifting his chin to make him look at you. As he gazed up at you his pupils widened before narrowing into a slit like a cat's eyes and red flooded his iris.

A low growl rumble shook his chest, making your own rib cage vibrate. "I don't know, but I'd love to try it out."

"Then get to work," You commanded softly, and pecked a gentle kiss onto his chapped lips.

Shanks lunged forward, slamming his kips to yours while his hand gripped the collar of your shirt and tore it down the middle. And before you could complain he huffed, "relax, I'll buy you new ones," before parting your lips with his tongue.

You slid your trousers off for him because you did not want them ripped. "No panties or bra tonight? What a naughty thing you are." Shanks quipped as he pulled away, to undress himself. You decided then to tease him, and dipped your hand between your legs, running your fingers through your folds and around your clit. He hungrily watched you lift your hand to show him how wet they were. He stumbled over his pants crawling back on the bed, trying to get back on the bed. Shanks kicked them off as he shoved your fingers into his mouth. Laving his hot tongue around each digit to suck them clean.

You used your other hand to take a handful of his hair and guide his head between your legs. Shanks did not need any more encouragement to latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking like his life depended on it. When you gasped out his name, he moved down to your sopping cunt, and lapped up as much of your slick as possible. His tongue greedily dipping inside you, sucking gently as your walls to drink up more of what you had to offer. Shanks's eyes remained locked on your face the entire time, making sure you could see him swallowing.

As his jaw grew tired, he pulled away, and replaced his mouth with his hand. Stroking your clit with rough pad of his thumb while his long fingers scissored and curled inside of you. Shanks watched you with rapt attention as he wound the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter. "Come on, come on, give me something to drink love." He barked, while you bucked up into his hand.

"It's close!... But not enough. I need both!" You cried, digging your nails into the wooden head of the bed.

A rough growl bubbled in his throat, before he latched his mouth over your clit and shook his head while thrusting his fingers into the spongy wall that always made your toes curl. The coil in you suddenly snapped, but pressure kept building inside you. You wailed out as every nerve in you sang in pleasure, bucking your hips uncontrollably until the pressure in you burst, all over Shanks's face. He quickly cupped his mouth over your cunt as you squirted, gulping down your cum like he hadn't drunk in a month.

When your head stopped spinning, allowing you to regain awareness, Shanks was kissing his way up your belly. He hummed, "And now for the main course," and suddenly the world spun around you, and you were now face down in his sheets. His big hands gripped your hips, and he hauled you, so you were ass up. Shanks guided his fat cock between your folds, and stroked himself to make sure he was well lubricated. He ignored your pleas of urgency, as he gripped the base of his dick and slapped the sticky head against your clit. "Patience love, wouldn't want to hurt you one accident." He purred, before pushing himself inside. The stretch made you gasp his name, and arch your back for him more.

"Go ahead and set the pace darling," Shank ordered, hands gripping your hips and urging you backwards. And set the pace you did, leaning back on your knees and putting your back into slapping your hips against his. He eventually started to meet you halfway, with thrusts of his own. It didn't take him long to pull another explosive orgasm out of you, one that didn't stop. Each one of his thrusts had you gushing and clenching around him. You were absolutely cock drunk, and unable to do more than let him use you like a cock sleeve, and babble things like declarations of love and praise him for how good he was fucking you. Which shifted as his thrusts grew sloppier, to please for him to fill you with his cum.

Your cries were cut off when he wrapped his hand around your neck, and he hauled you up on your knees. Each thrust was harder than the last, as he got closer to his own orgasm. Finally, cumming when his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of your neck as he released his load deep inside you. Your eyes rolled back, and you came again, as you felt his warmth spread in what you could swear was your womb. His hips still pumping into you, to milk what was left of his orgasm. You could hear him gulping down your blood, as you rode out the aftershocks of pleasure that wracked your body. When Shanks felt full, he pulled away and let you go, unaware how lost in the sauce you were. That is until he watched you fall forward, into the puddle of your own cum that had formed on his sheets. He smirked as you slowly slid off his cock, and cum around nothing, releasing a gush of fluid and cum.

"Are you good?" He asked, sliding his hand up your back in what he thought was a soothing manner. Only for you to arch away from his touch with a whine. "Was it that good?"

"Yes, and I'm still sensitive." You panted, trying to crawl away from him.

Shanks pulled you back under him, and pushed away the damp hair that stuck to your forehead. "is there anything I can do for you?"

"Water." You groaned hoarsely, "Fuck my mouth is dry."

"I imagine, I'll be right back" Shanks chuckled.

"Put on pants!"

"No."

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AN: The lovely @mrsmischief209 sent me a gif of Billy Russo looking fine and basically gave me either canon adjacent or Professor AU. I’ve gone with the latter and I hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me

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Summary: Yesterday was your final exam, and today you were planning to relax and recover. What you didn’t expect, though, is to find your very hot History professor standing at your door.

Relationship: Professor Billy Russo x College Student Reader

Word Count: 2k

CW: Power imbalance (sort of), Age gap (reader early 20’s, Billy late 30’s, kissing and heavy petting, implied smut, pet names.

Chill.

Chill!

If you told it to yourself enough times, you might start to listen. You needed to get your beating heart and rapid breath under control before he noticed. He being your history professor, or rather, as of yesterday, your ex-history professor, who was currently standing at the door to your small, cluttered studio apartment, flashing you that disarming smile of his.

“Umm, Professor Russo. How can I help you?” You were standing behind your open door, head poked around the side of it, acutely aware that, because you hadn’t been expecting anyone to visit you the day after your final exam, you were severely underdressed. As in sleep t-shirt and panties only. No pants. No bra.

“Hey there! I just popped by to see how you were doing. See if you've recovered from yesterday. Can I…err?” He gesticulated with his hand to the part of your apartment he could see between the door and the door frame.

“Oh, yes. Umm. Just give me a moment.” You shut the door and flew into panic mode.

You ran towards your bed, but not without first detouring past the sofa to pick up your discarded clothes, including one of your bras, that were littered over it. You skidded in your socked feet on the wooden floor as you dumped your armful on the counterpane. You dug through the heap and dragged the yoga pants you found up your legs, hopping from foot to foot. Padding through to your tiny bathroom, you pulled your sleep-tee off, and quickly gave yourself a once over with a damp washcloth, while scrubbing your teeth. Jogging back through your wrestled with the closest bra and threw a clean t-shirt over your head and pulled the privacy curtain around the bed to hide the worst of your housekeeping fail. It wasn’t the most well put together outfit, but at least you were decent.

Heading back to your door, you hooked your fingers through the parade of dirty mugs on the coffee table and dumped them in your sink. You couldn’t do much about the pile of takeout containers stacked by the trash can. 

You opened the door again, a bright smile plastered on your face and were met with Professor Russo’s mischievous, boyish grin.

You’d been struck by him at your very first History of Warfare lecture. The former soldier turned college professor exuded boyish charm with his sparkling eyes and knowing smirk. You’d had the hots for him the last three years, hanging on his every word and feeling your face heat with embarrassment every time he asked you a question or praised you in front of the rest of the class. You thought you’d done a good job of hiding it though, or rather, you hoped you had.

Holding the door wide, you gestured for him to enter. With his hands in his pockets, he made it to your couch in four long-legged strides and settled onto it like he belonged there. Which was stupid, because, firstly, it was a very ratty couch, covered by a slightly less ratty throw rug you’d picked up at the thrift store, and two, he was your professor. Ex-professor. Whatever. At least he was dressed down today, in a crew neck knitted sweater and jeans. If he’d been wearing one of his suits, you might have expired on the spot.

“Can I get you a drink, Professor.”

The smile on his face didn’t waver.

“Just some water would be fine.”

You moved around your small kitchenette inelegantly, trying to find one of your ‘good’ glasses and before realising you’d have to wash one up. You did so briskly, popping the kettle on the stove as the faucet ran so you could make yourself a cup of chamomile. You felt in need of its soothing effects.

You decanted some bottled water from your fridge into the now clean glass, poured boiling water over the teabag in your favourite mug and nervously made your way back over to the sofa. The entire time it had seemed that Professor Russo was observing you with mild amusement. Placing your mug on the coffee table, you passed him his glass and then curled up on the opposite end of your sofa. He was twisted in his seat, so he could see you, right foot resting on his left knee and his left arm running along the back of the couch. He didn’t say anything, just looked at you from over the rim of the glass as he took a sip. 

“So… Professor. You just doing the rounds and checking on everyone?”

“Something like that, yes. I had to check that my best student was doing okay.” You felt the heat crawling up your face at his compliment, and you distracted yourself by leaning forward and snagging your mug of tea from the table.

“Yes. I’m fine. That last question had me stumped for a bit, but hopefully I managed to get the important points down on the paper. We’ll find out in a few weeks, I suppose.”

“I have no doubt that you expressed yourself most eloquently.”

You took a sip of your tea as he finished his water and placed his glass on the coffee table. Then, to your surprise and confusion, he plucked the mug from your fingers, put it down, then shifted closer, taking your hands in his. You froze, eyes wide and gaze locked on where his long fingers caressed your wrists.

“P-Professor?” How you managed to even say anything astounded you.

“Please, sweetheart. I’m not your professor any more, am I? My name’s Billy. Do you think you could call me that?”

Sweetheart? Oh! That pet name did things to you.

“Umm, okay. Billy. Erm, what are you doing?”

As you said his name his eyes closed, his lashes kissing his cheeks, and a tremor ran through him, before he opened his eyes again to look at you.

“I really hope that I’m not misreading this, but I couldn’t go a day more without saying something. I like you, my little Sunbeam. I like the way you turned up on your first day, full of enthusiasm, smiling, interested. I like the way that you always had spare pens for anyone who needed, and that you never, ever turned up without that extra large ‘to go’ cup. I like how you’re kind, and smart, and funny. I like how you duck your head when you’re embarrassed by my praise, just like you’re doing now. My ray of sunshine.”

One of his hands came up, the pointer finger catching under your chin and untucking your head so you had no choice but to look him in the eyes again.

“I like you a lot, and I’m wondering if I could kiss you?”

“If you could… what? Me?”  

This wasn’t making sense. You? He liked you? You had to be dreaming, right? You must have tripped on your rug going to open your door hitting your head on the coffee table, and this was all some figment of your now damaged mind. It had to be. Because otherwise, Professor Russo - Billy - was currently sitting on your sofa asking to kiss you, and that couldn’t be what was actually happening.

A chuckle broke through your internal crisis.

“Earth to Sunbeam? Have I broken you, sweetheart? And there I was thinking that I hadn’t done a good enough job of hiding how I felt.”

“I - I..” You shook your head and couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that made its way up your throat. You pulled your hands from his and fanned your face, uncaring of the embarrassment now, because it couldn’t get any worse. “Okay. Umm, well. I’m sorry. I’d like to say I’m normally more put together than this, and that you caught me off guard, but… umm… surprise, I’m always this much of a disaster.”

He laughed again.

“You’re not a disaster.”

“You caught on to the fact that I have the hots for you, but I had no idea you liked me back.”

His smile was wide and full of amused affection as he shuffled a bit closer.

“I’ve just had more experience hiding it than you. But you’ve not answered my question? Please, can I kiss you?”

The arm that he had along the back of your couch was only inches away from embracing your shoulders, his other hand so close to touching your leg. He was leaning forwards and his face, his lips were so close, so tempting. Why were you so worried? You liked him, he liked you, and as of yesterday, he was no longer your teacher. There was nothing wrong here, so you just had to bite the bullet.

“Yes…”

You breathed out the word on a sigh, and although quiet, it was still the consent he obviously required from you.

His lips descended onto yours, as your hands found his sweater, your fingers curling into the soft fabric and using it like an anchor before you were buffeted away on waves of sensation. Yes, Billy’s lips were soft, but his kiss was firm, with no hesitation. It was a claiming, a brand. He was etching himself on your body with only the smallest touch. It was so much more than you’d ever imagined in your private moments and yet it wasn’t enough.

Whether it was your unintentional whimper, or the way you moved closer, your fingers tightening even more on his sweater that let him know, but Billy picked up on your need, leaning over you, pressing your body into the couch as he cupped your face and deepened the kiss. He tasted your mouth and swallowed your noises of pleasure, and your hips pressed up against his.

He ripped his mouth away, looking down at you with a feral expression on his face. You reached up with a hand to brush a lock of his brown hair away from his eyes, smiling at him, like a lamb who has no idea they are being led to slaughter. But you did know, and you couldn’t wait for what was to come.

“My Sunny-girl…”

His head lowered once more, but fell to your neck, licking and sucking over your pulse point. Your fingers tangled in his thick hair, not knowing whether to hold him closer or push him away. His own hands slid down your torso, toying with the hem of your t-shirt, until you arched up again and gave him verbal permission to continue.

“Please. I want you to touch me.” 

Billy groaned into your skin as he pushed up the well-worn cotton, baring your stomach and your bra-covered breasts to his eyes and questing fingers. Both traced over your skin, taking in every swell, every scar, every mark. 

“I knew you’d be beautiful.” His thumb brushed over one cup of your plain, grey bra, watching with interest as your nipple hardened, before doing the same to the other one. You squirmed under the intensity of his gaze, caught between wanting to hide and wanting to bare yourself to him further.

“Professor…Billy…”

“Shh.Shh. I know, darling. I know. I want it too.”

He leant back, and in one motion pulled his sweater over his head, and you marvelled at his sculpted chest. You reached out a tentative hand, skimming it over his pecs, his dusky nipples and towards his abs and the trail of hair that led down under his jeans. He watched you explore and, emboldened, you sat back up, pulling your t-shirt free and discarding your bra. You stood and he followed suit, arching an eyebrow at you.

You smiled, looping your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, and backed towards the curtain shrouding your bed, drawing him along.

“Just pretend you don’t see the clutter, okay?”

“Sunny, I’m not gonna see anything except you…”

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