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peepawispunk · 7 days ago

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Study Sessions

Pairing: Reed Richards x You

Summary: Your grades are slipping, but Reed thinks he knows the solution.

Warnings/tags: Coercion, student x teacher relationship, dubcon but you want it, creepy behaviour, power dynamics, Reed is a bit of a dick, manipulation, voyeurism, cock warming, deepthroating, throat bulge, penis size play ie Reed is a stretchy dude, deep fucking, belly bulge, oral sex, squirting, Reed typical superpowers, noncon elements, age gap

Word count: 3.3K

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This isn't the first time Professor Richards has asked you to stay back after class.

It is the first time he's locked the door though.

He flicked the lock shut after the last student out was halfway down the hall, rolling his sleeves up as he crossed the room to his desk, sitting in his chair and gesturing for you to sit opposite. His hand came up to his chin, rubbing at the stubble there. He looked deep in thought, and your curiosity spiked.

“Professor Richards? Is something wrong?”

“I've noticed your grades have been slipping lately. What's going on? Is there a problem at home?”

He was right; your GPA had slipped this year. It had little to do with the course content and everything to do with the fact that last year, your teacher was an old unattractive man. This year was the first year you'd had Professor Richards as your teacher. He made it difficult to focus on the coursework.

You flushed, embarrassed that your crush on him had gone so out of control that he'd noticed your slipping grades. “No, Professor. Nothing is wrong at home.”

“Is it the course content, then? Is there something I can help you with?” He looked at you with concern, eyes kind and understanding.

You hesitated. Professor Richards stood, rounding the desk to lean against it, next to you.

“I'm here to help, and I want you to succeed. If there's anything I can do to help you, I want you to tell me. You're going into astrophysics, right?”

“You remembered that?” You asked, surprised. On the first day of class, Professor Richards had you all stand up and introduce yourself and talk a bit about your career goals. You hadn’t thought he'd been paying attention.

“Of course. Like I said, I want my students to succeed. I want you to succeed. I see something special in you, and I'd hate to see this opportunity slip through your fingers if I could help you.”

“Wow, I don't know what to say. I feel even worse now for letting my grades slip.” Your gaze settled on the floor, focusing on a knot in the wooden flooring.

“Hey,” he said softly, urging you to look at him. “Tell me what's going on.”

“I've just been a little distracted in class. I swear nothing is going on. I'm just having trouble staying focused during lectures.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, watching you with perceptive eyes as you felt skin heat at the scrutiny. “Perhaps what you need are some one on one intensive lessons.”

“You'd do that for me? I know you're a busy man. I don't want to create more work for you.”

“Hey, it's my job to give my students what they need. I'm sure we could work something out.” Professor Richards said, resting a hand on your knee and squeezing gently. “Would you like that?”

Your cunt clenched involuntarily, the heat of his hand resting on your knee sparking a fire in your belly. Was he insinuating…? Why else would he put his hand on your knee like this?

“Oh.” You were at a loss for words. “Um...”

He tilted his head to the side slowly, sliding his hand up your leg a little, his thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh. “You're a smart girl, aren't you sweetheart? A good girl, who cares about her grades.”

Oh. Holy shit. You'd fantasised about this man for months on end, to the point your grades were slipping, and he wanted to help you with your grades in return for sex?

A no-brainer if you'd ever seen one.

“Yes, Professor.” You nodded demurely. He obviously got off on the power play of this scenario, so you'd play along. You were a smart girl, after all. You shifted your legs slightly, parting your thighs under your pencil skirt. “I care.”

“Knew you were a clever girl.” He smiled, sliding his hand higher, fingers skirting against the gusset of your panties. “Huh. You want this, don't you?” He pressed down with nimble fingertips, stroking your seam through the damp fabric. “Yeah, you want this.”

You nodded.

“I want you. Been so distracted by you, professor. But what about your wife?”

He chuckled darkly. “Believe me, my wife gets as much out of this as I do.” His gaze flicked across the room for a moment, before returning to your face, watching your reaction as he slipped a finger underneath the fabric of your panties, brushing against the slick wetness of your lips. “Oh she's weeping for it, isn't she?” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “How long since someone's taken care of this pretty little pussy?”

“Uh,” you tried to think, as his fingers gently stroked the shape of your lips, spreading the slick around inside your panties. “A-almost a year.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “Well no wonder you're so distracted in class, huh sweetheart? Gotta take care of this pretty pussy. She's meant to be stuffed full. I bet if we take care of her, we can get you paying attention in class again. Think she's gonna need weekly appointments.”

“Weekly?” Your voice betrayed your interest.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Are you ready to commit to your education?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“While we're doing these tutoring sessions, you can call me Reed. Or Sir.” He said with a wink, withdrawing his hand from your panties and bringing it to his mouth. “Mmm, you taste so good, sweet girl. Are you ready for our first lesson?”

“Yes Sir.”

He smiled, loosening his tie. “Good girl. Go ahead and strip off for me. Don't go making a mess, though. I expect your clothes to be folded neatly and placed on your chair when our lessons begin. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” You said, fingers trembling a little with excitement as arousal flared through you, and you began to undress. His gaze never left your body, heating your skin as he watched you strip, folding your clothes and placing them on your chair. Then, you were standing bare in front of him, waiting for his next instruction.

“Get on your knees.” He said, reaching down to palm himself through his slacks.

Your head was spinning with arousal as you followed his order, kneeling in front of him. You were scant inches away from his crotch, you could practically smell the musky scent of his arousal through the fabric. The bulge was impressive, the bulk of his length sitting to the left side of the zipper, resting against his leg.

“What now?” You asked softly, and he braced his hands against the desk behind him, shifting his hips closer to you.

“You're a smart girl, aren't you? How about you take some initiative.”

Your unsteady hands came up to his waistband, flicking open the button of his slacks and lowering the zipper. To your surprise, he'd foregone underwear, and you could see the leaking tip of his cock drooling a wet spot onto the black fabric. Your hand was immediately drawn to it, swiping a finger through it and bringing it to your mouth. He groaned, and you looked up at him through your lashes, pulling his slacks down til they pooled at his ankles.

“Oh, you're a naughty fucking girl too, huh?” He looked down at you, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Look at you, on your knees for a married man.”

Hot shame and arousal washed over you, and you wanted nothing more than to shut him up; to change his scathing words into moans and whimpers. You looked him in the eye, licked your palm and took him in your hand.

He felt like velvet wrapped steel in your hand, his uncut dick flushed a pretty pink, his foreskin sliding with a slick noise as you jerked him a few times before bringing the tip to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the head, swirling and slurping, tongueing the slit as you shifted yourself closer, resting your palm on his bare thigh. He was deceptively muscular, you noticed, feeling the bulk of him under your hand.

“Look at you, kissing on him like that.” He breathed, bringing his hand to grip your head, winding through your hair. “He’s feeling real cold. How about you warm him up for me, hmm?”

The thumb of his other hand rested on your lower lip, encouraging you to open your mouth wide as he fed you his cock. It felt like he kept going and going further into your throat, but your mouth hadn’t yet reached the base of him.

He must’ve noticed your confusion, and he hummed sympathetically. “Oh yeah, he’s a grower, baby. Let’s see how much you can handle. You gonna take what I give you?”

You hummed in assent, nodding as best as you could.

“Atta girl.” He grinned, thickening in your throat. “You tap my leg if you need to stop.” He told you, elongating one arm so he could feel you, thumb rolling your nipple as his fingers stretched down to toy with your cunt.

You moaned around him, reedy and desperate as he used his abilities to tease you. You’d seen him use his abilities occasionally, reaching to write on the far end of the blackboard, or stretching to reach something out of reach. You’d imagined how he might use them in the bedroom, and so far, the reality was surpassing your expectations.

“Sit still for me now. There you go.” He said gently, caressing your face. “You’re gonna keep him nice and warm while I read these papers. If you behave, I’ll fuck you after.”

He didn’t even wait for your response, picking up the essay on his desk and reading it, his other hand still teasing you. When he slipped a finger inside you, you moaned, shifting a little.

“Be still.” He reminded you disapprovingly, not even looking up from his reading. “You want this cock inside you, you have to earn it. I don’t go giving just anyone a ride, sweetheart.”

He was deliberately making it hard for you to stay still, and you both knew it. Still, you made an effort to be completely still. Your throat bulged with the size of him; he’d left just enough room for oxygen to pass through, so he could sit heavy inside the wet heat of your throat until he was ready to leave. You thanked the universe for your lack of a gag reflex; you needed that special skill now more than ever.

Time seemed to fade as you knelt in front of him silently, under the onslaught of his wandering fingers. You slipped into a relaxed state as best you could. It would have been almost meditative if you weren’t being teased by nimble fingers massaging your g spot, stretching and pushing in all the right spots to make you see stars.

Reed finally finished his reading, withdrawing his fingers from you. His arm shrunk back to normal, and he brought his fingers to his mouth. “Mmm, so fucking sweet. Looks like even naughty girls can be good with the right incentive.” He set the paper down on the desk, reaching down to give you a hand up as he shrunk himself back to normal, pulling out of your mouth. You noted that even back to normal, he was above average.

He winced sympathetically when he saw your knees, flattened and unhappy from kneeling for so long. “Aww, sweetheart. Hop up on the desk. Let me kiss them better.”

He helped you settle onto his desk, bending to kiss your left knee. His whiskery facial hair tickled you as he pressed a gentle kiss to the tender skin there, then the other, before focusing his eyes on your glistening cunt.

“Look at you. So fucking wet.” He inhaled deeply, trailing his nose up your thigh. “I need to have a proper taste.”

“Fuck, please, I need to come.” You begged, letting your legs fall open further.

“Oh, baby, no. I never said anything about making you come. You gotta earn that, too.”

“How? What do you want me to do?” You asked desperately, watching his slow journey to your pussy.

“You can start by playing with those pretty tits of yours while I have a taste.” He commanded, watching with darkened eyes as you did what he asked, cupping yourself and rolling your nipples, eliciting a gasp from your throat. He nodded once, approvingly, bringing his thumbs to your cunt lips to spread it nice and wide so he could get a proper look at you. His nose led the way, delving into your folds and smearing the slick around, dragging it up to your clit, nuzzling into the swollen peak of flesh there and making you moan.

“Not too loud, sweetheart. Don’t want everyone to know you’re fucking your professor, do we?”

You pant out an apology, but his focus is already elsewhere, his tongue licking a broad, flat stripe up your cunt. You moan again, softer, and he chuckles. “Can’t help it, can you? So responsive, and it’s been so long. You need something in that mouth?”

You nod, and quick as anything, he has two fingers pressing down on your tongue, ordering you to suck.

Satisfied with your noise level now, he starts eating your cunt in earnest, showing you the off-label uses of his abilities. His tongue, now buried in you elongated and focused an attack on your g spot, pressing and twisting and curling against you in a way that had you throwing your head back, arching your back and doing everything in your power not to bite his fingers.

He licked the nectar from your walls, chasing the flavour of you until your cunt was soaked with your slick and his saliva, bringing you to the edge of the desk with one strong hand.

You were impossibly close when he stopped, his tongue returning to normal. He pressed a final kiss to your clit, before leaning over you on the desk, guiding himself to your entrance.

“Ready?” He asked, sliding his tip through your slick, nudging your clit and making you gasp. You nodded, and he pushed inside you, fully seating himself, his balls hitting your ass. “Took me so well, baby. Are you ready for more?” He raised an eyebrow, and you nodded desperately. You weren’t sure how much you could take, but you’d give it your best shot. You wanted him to ruin you; wanted to feel him tomorrow.

“I’m ready.”

“Say when.” He said, smirking at his own joke, and you felt him swell inside you. “Do you prefer it real long, or real thick?”

You were too busy processing the sensations inside of you to respond in a timely manner, and he just nodded, like you’d answered anyway.

“Oh, that’s right. Naughty girl like you likes both, huh?”

He gained a look of focus on his face as you felt him swell inside you, pressing against nerves you didn’t know you had and making you shake and moan.

“Fuck, would you look at that.” His eyes settled on your belly, and you looked down to see a distinct bulge there, long and thick and twitching below your belly button. He pressed his palm down firmly, making you both moan.

“You’ve got to feel this.” He took your hand, pressed it down against your belly, and held it there. Then, he started to move.

You could feel him sliding around in your cunt, pushing your cervix high into your guts as he pounded into you, could feel the length of his dick retreating and returning under your hand. You were still playing with your tits with your free hand, your arousal building dizzyingly. You hoped he’d let you come, because no toy you owned was going to compare to this. Hell, you weren't sure anything could compare to this. He was ruining you for everything and everyone else, and he knew it.

He stilled for a second, changing the rhythm. His movements were slower now, rolling into you. His hands gripped your legs, slinging them over his shoulders as he leaned into you. You could've sworn you felt a brush of a fingertip across your ankle, followed by a warm breath, but when you looked, his hands were nowhere near your ankles. You were so overstimulated you didn’t know what was what anymore.

“Have I been good, Sir? Have I earned it? I want to come, please.” You babbled, walls tightening around his dick. He was gritting his teeth in pleasure now, brows knitting together.

“Fuck, so good. Right there.” He moaned, hand pressing down on your stomach again. “I’m close, baby.” He opened his eyes, gaze meeting yours. “You come on this dick or not at all. You wanna come, you do it now.”

His hands were gripping your hips now, and he levelled a sharp smack against your ass, making you clench around him.

A ghostly sensation trailed across your cunt, soft fingertips pinching at your clit even though his hands were occupied, and you wondered just how many powers he had that you didn’t know about.

Before you could question it any further, you were tumbling over the edge. Something felt different this time, and a feeling of panic spiked in your gut as the feeling spiralled out of control. It almost felt like you had to pee, and you tried to stop it but it was no use. The most intense orgasm of your life crashed over you, turbulent and wet, soaking Reed’s belly and his pubic hair, dripping down to his balls.

His jaw dropped, a moan slipping out unbound. “God, look at you. Did you know you could do that, sweetheart?”

You shook your head no, and he grinned.

“We’re gonna have some fun with that later.”

He thumbed at your clit, fucking into you faster, a focused determination pounding at your g-spot until you were practically howling with pleasure. Your whole body tingled, set alight as you had your second orgasm, cunt clenching and squeezing helplessly around his massive cock as you squirted all over him again.

The combined image and sensation had Reed grunting, turning to bite down on your calf to avoid making too much noise, filling you with hot bursts of cum, his hips stuttering and abdominal muscles clenching against the backs of your thighs as he filled you until it leaked onto the desk.

Before you could even catch your breath, he was tucking himself back into his slacks. He wiped the desk with his handkerchief, then sat back into his chair with a satisfied look on his face.

You got dressed, feeling his cum pooling in your panties as you straightened yourself up.

“Same time next week?” He asked, watching you lecherously as you buttoned your blouse back up.

“Yes, sir.” You answered, legs wobbly as you said goodbye and left the room, closing the door behind you.

The door locked shut behind you almost immediately. You heard the quiet snick and you assumed he’d used his long reach to do it.

What you didn't hear was his wife's voice on the other side of the door as she made herself visible again.

“So, what did you think?” Reed asked, pulling his wife into his arms and settling her on his lap.

“She was a good one.” Sue said, grinding down on her husband’s lap. “Hot little thing. Obedient.”

He was hard again already, rolling his hips up into her. “Mmm, she was.”

“Ready for more already?” She asked, pressing a kiss to his lips. He grinned, popping open his pants again, shoving them down just enough to free himself.

“For you? Always.” He said, guiding her down onto his cock, still covered with your combined spend.

That’s how she liked it.

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jazzy96scorpio · 8 days ago

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His Forbidden Equation

Chapter 1 A Cosmic Chemistry

Description: A scorching affair ignites between a professor Reed Richards and his student [You], pushing the boundaries of propriety and exploring the intoxicating chemistry of forbidden passion.

Pairing: You / Reed Richards (student/professor)

Warnings ⚠️ : adult content, SMUT, dirty talk, oral sex (m/f rec), unprotected sex, lot of sex, slow burn, so much teasing and tension, cheating (Mr Richards is married), fluff and angst

Word count: 6 700

I hope so you are gonna enjoy in reading. ❣️

Part 1 * Scientific Seduction

The lab hummed, that low, constant thrum that vibrated through your shoes and up into your bones. It was the soundtrack to cutting-edge science, the kind of background noise you got used to. Senior year, you were practically buzzing with nervous excitement, tagging along with a bunch of other students on a visit to the astrophysics lab at ESU. Astronaut.

The word hung in your mind, a distant, glittering star you were reaching for with everything you had. And this lab, with all its crazy equipment and the thick air of brainpower, felt like one tiny step closer. Especially since he was here.

Reed Richards. Seriously. The Reed Richards. You knew all about his… extracurriculars, his whole Fantastic Four thing. But here, in the halls of ESU, he was Professor Richards, just a ridiculously brilliant guy trying to figure out the universe.

He was talking about stellar evolution, his voice kind of dreamy and intense. He pointed at this swirling, pulsing holographic image of a star collapsing, all vibrant colors. You were totally mesmerized. So much so, you almost missed him looking over at…you.

It wasn't a big, dramatic stare or anything. Just a quick glance, his eyes, usually miles away, locking onto yours for a second. But something weird happened in that second. Like a little spark. Maybe it was how focused you were, practically glued to the hologram, or maybe it was just random. Whatever it was, he stopped talking, kind of furrowed his brow like he was trying to solve some crazy equation.

"You got a question?" he asked, looking right at you.

Your heart did this weird little jump.

All the other students turned to look, and suddenly you felt super self-conscious, like, you were going to ask Reed Richards a question?

You mumbled, "I...I was just thinking about the Chandrasekhar limit..."

He smiled, a real, genuine smile that made crinkles around his eyes, and for a second, he just looked like a regular guy, not a scientific legend. "Good question. Most students are still trying to get the basics down. What about it grabs you?"

And just like that, you were talking. He didn't talk down to you, even though you were just a student, a tiny speck in his universe of knowledge. He actually listened to your questions, like they mattered, and you guys got into this whole thing about theoretical possibilities, even some of his own, more… out there ideas.

He saw how into it you were, that burning need to understand everything, to touch the stars. And in that moment, with the lab humming and the holographic stars glowing, your worlds bumped into each other.

As the other students filed out, a little disappointed the session was over, Professor Richards turned to you.

"Would you mind staying for a moment?" he asked.

"I'd like to talk more about some of the things you brought up."

You were beyond flattered. He wanted to talk to you? It felt like the universe was tilting on its axis.

He saw something in you, something beyond just another student, and the thought made your heart flutter.

"My name is [Y/N]," you managed, a little breathless.

"It's a pleasure, [Y/N]," he replied, his eyes meeting yours.

The lab emptied, the heavy door clicking shut behind the last of the departing students, leaving just the two of you surrounded by the silent machinery.

You felt like a kid in a candy store, all wide-eyed and buzzing with curiosity. And he seemed genuinely happy to answer every single one of your questions, no matter how small. He really listened, his brow furrowed as he considered your thoughts.

"You have a remarkable grasp of these concepts for someone your age," he said, a genuine note of admiration in his voice. "Your insights are…refreshing."

You felt your cheeks flush.

"Thank you," you murmured.

He genuinely seemed to enjoy your company, his initial reserve melting away as your shared passion for the cosmos took over. You mentioned you were working on your graduation essay, and his eyes lit up. "What's your topic?" he asked.

When you told him, he offered to help, suggesting some further reading and offering to guide you through some of the more complex theories.

"It would be my pleasure," he said, that warm smile of his making you feel like you were the only person in the universe.

There was something in the air, a little shift in the vibe. A definite tension, a little spark of… something...that you were feeling too. His gaze kept drifting over to you, lingering a little too long. He seemed kind of fascinated by something – maybe your dress, or the bright red lipstick you’d gone for that day. His eyes, usually so focused on faraway galaxies, had this intensity that made you a little breathless. You could feel his breath hitch as he moved closer, a subtle change in the air pressure that gave you goosebumps.

But just as things were getting interesting, the lab door swung open. "Reed?" a voice called out.

It was Sue Richards. You knew her instantly. You gave a polite smile and a hello, and she smiled back, her eyes briefly checking you out. A quick, almost invisible flicker crossed her face before she turned to her husband.

"Honey, I just wanted to..." she started, then paused, her eyes flicking back to you.

You introduced yourself.

"Nice to meet you," she said, her voice polite but cool.

"You too," you replied.

You grabbed your stuff, feeling a weird mix of disappointment and relief. As you headed for the door, you couldn't help but notice Reed watching you go.

You gave a small, polite goodbye, and then you were out of there, the hum of the lab fading behind you.

That day was seared into your memory. You couldn't shake the way he looked at you, the heat radiating from his smile.

You'd managed to snag his number – a little strategic searching into his department – and finally worked up the nerve to call. He answered, his voice a little rough, and said he was "very much looking forward" to seeing you in class on Friday. The way he said it… a shiver ran down your spine.

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Friday arrived, and you practically floated to the lab. He greeted you with that familiar warm smile, his eyes lingering a little too long. A couple of other students were there, but they left after you arrived, leaving you two alone. He was incredibly kind, almost…chatty. He asked about your essay, and you two launched into this intense discussion about the universe, dark matter, the expansion of space, the whole shebang. His passion was contagious.

You were hanging on his every word, but honestly, you could barely focus on the science. Your mind was a mess. He was so damn handsome, and a fire was starting to build inside you. You couldn't help but notice his gaze drifting downwards, just for a millisecond, under the table on your legs probably.

He’d lean in closer, asking, “Are you paying attention?” You’d nod, repeating his last sentence perfectly, your voice a little husky.

At one point, he walked over to a green board covered in equations and diagrams.

"You know," he said, picking up a chalk, "there's this theory about spacetime being like a fabric, and massive objects create these…warps, like a bowling ball on a trampoline. And those warps, those are what we experience as gravity."

He drew a quick sketch, a kind of dented grid with a sphere in the middle. "It's still just a theory, of course, but… fascinating, isn't it?"

You nodded, pretending to follow along, but your mind was elsewhere. His proximity, the way his voice resonated when he talked about the things he loved, it was intoxicating.

Then, the game began. You pulled out your notebook. “Could you just take a quick look at something?” you asked, all innocence.

He moved to stand beside you, leaning down so close you could feel his breath on your neck. His hand brushed against yours as he pointed at something in your notes. His eyes flicked down, just for a heartbeat, to your chest, before landing on your lips. You knew he was fighting it, this undeniable pull.

You were playing with fire. And you knew your perfume, your whole vibe, was driving him absolutely wild. But you weren't done yet.

You stood up, leaned in close, whispering something absolutely filthy in his ear.

"I've been thinking about you all week, Professor," you breathed, your voice low and husky. "And all the things I want to do to you… they're definitely not in the textbook."

You felt him stiffen, his breath catching in his throat.

Then, you leaned in and kissed his neck, right at the collar of his shirt, leaving a bright red lipstick mark. He froze, completely still. You looked at him, a small, satisfied smile playing on your lips.

"Thank you for the lesson, Professor," you said, your voice dripping with playful menace. "See you next Friday."

And then you left.

He stood there, totally speechless, probably with a raging hard-on. He had no clue what just hit him, but he definitely, definitely wanted more.

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The following Friday felt like an eternity. You replayed the previous week's encounter in your head countless times, the memory of Reed's stunned expression fueling a thrill of anticipation. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, toying with a man who was both brilliant and, you suspected, deeply intrigued by the forbidden.

You arrived at the lab a few minutes early, giving yourself time to compose yourself. He was already there, standing by the green board.

He looked up as you entered, his eyes meeting yours. The air crackled with an almost palpable energy. He didn't smile, not immediately. That little lipstick mark on his collar last week? Pure genius. You knew you had him hooked.

"You're early," he said, his voice a low rumble..

"I was eager to continue our…discussion," you replied, your gaze locking with his.

He nodded slowly. "Indeed. I've been giving your… theories… considerable thought."

The other students trickled in, and the lesson officially started, but the tension between you and Reed was electric. He kept making these little asides, disguised as explanations, but you knew they were just for you. Like when he was talking about gravitational lensing and said, "Imagine light bending around an object… kind of like how your presence bends my… attention." Smooth, Professor, real smooth. you thought.

After the other students had left, Reed turned to you, a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. "I believe," he said, his voice low, "we have some unfinished business."

You stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Indeed, Professor," you whispered, your hand reaching out to trace the line of his jaw. "We do."

He inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat. He reached for you, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "You're playing a dangerous game, [Y/N]," he murmured, his voice husky.

"I'm not afraid of danger," you replied, your eyes meeting his.

"Especially when the reward is so… tempting."

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill through you. "And what reward do you have in mind?" he asked, his eyes burning into yours.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "That, Professor," you whispered, "is something you'll have to discover for yourself."

His hand tightened on your arm, pulling you closer. "I have a feeling," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "that I'm going to enjoy this discovery very much."

He closed the remaining distance between you, his hands cupping your face.

"I think," you replied, your voice barely a whisper, "You're about to find out." And then you kissed him.

It wasn't a shy, tentative kiss. It was a full-on, electric kiss, all that pent-up tension finally finding release.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in your hair.

"About reward," he muttered against your lips.

"Yes, Professor?" you said, pulling back slightly. "Do you want it?"

He was a little unsure.

"I…I'm married, I can't" he said, a flicker of guilt crossing his face.

"You're not going to cheat if you don't put your dick inside me," you purred, a playful glint in your eyes. "Besides, isn't scientific discovery all about pushing boundaries? Exploring uncharted territories? Consider this…fieldwork."

You winked, the image of his long fingers tracing the curve of your hip flashing through your mind.

"Purely for research purposes, of course."

He couldn't endure more. He took your hand, his grip firm, and led you into a small room tucked away in the lab. The door clicked shut behind you.

He turned, his eyes burning with a hunger that mirrored your own. He kissed you, then, a deep, passionate kiss that stole your breath and set your pulse racing.

You kneeled down, your fingers deftly unbuckling his belt. He was so impatient, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

"Do you want this, Professor?" you asked, your voice husky with desire.

"Yes," he breathed, his voice thick with longing. "God, yes. I want you so badly. I've been…obsessed."

You pulled down his boxers, revealing a thick, hard length that throbbed with anticipation. His cock was magnificent, a dark, veiny masterpiece. You cupped him in your hand, marveling at his size and heat.

You kissed the tip, then licked and swirled your tongue around, teasing him. He groaned, his hands gripping your hair, his hips thrusting involuntarily. He was so close. He whispered your name, a desperate plea.

Then, you took him deeper, harder, your mouth engulfing him completely. You gagged slightly on his impressive length, your saliva slicking his skin. You continued your movements, your mouth working magic as your hand stroked him rhythmically. He gasped, his breath ragged. "Don't stop," he begged, "I'm… I'm gonna…"

You opened your mouth, your tongue darting out to tease his swollen head. With your right hand, you gripped him firmly and jerked off, just as he came in a rush of hot, thick cum that coated your tongue and lips. His release was explosive. He watched, his eyes glazed, as you swallowed him down, your mouth glistening..

"Damn," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "You're incredible."

"I aim to please, Professor," you replied, a sly smile playing on your lips. "Though I must admit, your…cock… is quite remarkable."

He handed you a tissue, his eyes still half-closed. You cleaned yourself, then he pulled you close and kissed you again, a slow, lingering kiss that tasted of him.

"You taste… delicious," he murmured against your lips.

"So do you," you whispered back, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

But he didn't want to stop, he wants to feel you.

He pulled up your dress, his hand slipping beneath the fabric and into your panties. He gently eased them down to your knees, his fingers brushing against your swollen clit. You were soaked, slick with anticipation. He lifted you onto a nearby lab table, your legs dangling. He knelt between them and licked you, his tongue tracing every curve and fold, exploring every inch of your swollen pussy.

He lapped at you, his tongue a hot, insistent flame, sending shivers of pleasure through you.

"You're so wet for me," he groaned, his breath hot against your core. He teased your clit with his tongue, circling it slowly, building the pressure until you were whimpering with need.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice a low growl.

"Keep doing that," you moaned, your hips lifting to meet his tongue. "I want you to taste me, every inch of me."

He slipped two fingers inside you.

You moaned saying "Yes…yes… more…"

Then he slipped three fingers, his strokes slow and deliberate, and with his thumb rubbed your clit driving you wild.

You came, hard and fast, your body convulsing as you reached a shattering orgasm. "Oh, fuck!" you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with passion. He leaned in and kissed you, a kiss that was both passionate and tender, laced with the raw hunger that still pulsed between you. "You have no idea," he whispered against your lips, "how long I've been wanting to do that. You're going to drive me absolutely insane."

"That's the general idea, Professor," you purred, a wicked glint in your eyes.

"Consider it… a continuing education."

After you left the small room, a little breathless and flushed, you started gathering your things, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips.

Just then, the lab door swung open and Sue Richards stood there again, her expression unreadable. Reed visibly stiffened, a flicker of something – was it guilt? – crossing his face.

He was definitely suspicious. And she was maybe a little… jealous? She notices the way he looked at you, a mixture of desire and something more, made her pulse quicken.

"Reed," Sue said, her voice cool and measured.

"I… I forgot my notebook. Have you seen it?"

"No, honey, I haven't," he replied, his voice a little too casual, a little too high-pitched. He avoided eye contact, focusing on some papers on the desk.

"Really?" she asked, her gaze flickering between you and him. "Because I could have sworn I left it in here."

The air crackled with tension. You could feel Sue's eyes on you, assessing, questioning. You met her gaze, offering a polite smile.

"Perhaps it's in your office, Sue," you suggested, your voice calm and professional. "I know I sometimes misplace things when I'm deep in thought."

"Maybe," she said, still looking at you. "Or maybe someone else moved it." Her tone was pointed.

Reed cleared his throat. "Honey, don't be ridiculous. [Y/N] and I were just discussing…stellar dynamics. Quite complex stuff." He put an arm around Sue, a little too tightly, you thought.

"Stellar dynamics?" Sue raised an eyebrow. "At this hour? And in this room?"

"Yes," Reed said quickly. "We needed a quiet space to… to work through some equations."

"Right," Sue said, her voice laced with skepticism. She looked at you again, her eyes narrowed.

"Well," you said, breaking the tense silence, "thank you for the enlightening lesson, Professor Richards. It was, as always, a pleasure." You gathered your things, maintaining a professional demeanor despite the stormy emotions swirling within you. "Good evening, Sue."

"Good evening," Sue replied, her voice cool.

As you walked out of the lab, you could feel their eyes on your back. You didn't turn around. You walked with your head held high, a secret smile playing on your lips.

That day, you felt… powerful. Intoxicating. Damn, that was fun. And you were definitely, definitely, not done with Reed Richards. Not by a long shot. That little taste of forbidden fruit? It just made you crave the whole damn orchard.

Reed's POV .

I lay in bed next to Sue, the silence between us thick and uncomfortable. She’d been quiet all evening, a storm brewing in her eyes. Finally, she turned to me, her voice low and dangerous

"What's going on with you and that… girl?" she asked, her gaze piercing.

I stiffened. "What girl?" I feigned innocence, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs.

"Don't play dumb, Reed," she snapped. "You know exactly who I'm talking about. [Y/N]. What is she doing with you so late at the lab? Why are you two so… close?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "She's a student, Sue. A very bright student. We've been discussing some advanced concepts. That's all."

"It doesn't look like 'all' to me," she retorted, her voice rising. "I saw the way she looked at you. And the way you looked at her."

I felt a flush creeping up my neck. Damn. I’d been so careful, or so I thought.

"There's nothing going on, Sue," I insisted, my voice tight. "She's just… enthusiastic. About science."

"Enthusiastic enough to be meeting with you alone in a closed room?" she challenged, her eyes flashing. "I don't like it, Reed. I don't like it one bit."

I reached for her hand, trying to soothe her. "Honey, you're being paranoid. There's nothing to worry about. She's just a student."

"I don't want her around you anymore," she said, her voice firm. "I'm serious, Reed. I'm jealous."

I sighed again. This was getting complicated. I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards [Y/N]. She was… intoxicating. But Sue was my wife. I loved her. I had to smooth things over.

"Okay, honey," I said, trying to sound reasonable. "If it bothers you that much, I won't give her any more extra lessons. Happy?"

She studied me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she nodded. "Yes," she said. "That would make me happy."

I fell asleep that night, but it was a restless sleep. My thoughts kept drifting back to [Y/N].

Her lips on mine, the way she’d looked at me, the taste of her… I woke up in the middle of the night, hard as a rock, my dreams filled with images of her. I groaned, frustrated and aroused.

The next day, I was at the college with the rest of the Fantastic Four, making an appearance. I spotted her across the room, talking to some other students. Just seeing her sent a jolt of electricity through me. I had to talk to her, just for a minute.

I managed to pull her aside, away from the crowd. We were alone in hallway.

"I… I can't give you any more lessons," I said, my voice tight. "My wife… she's not comfortable with it."

She just smiled, a knowing, almost predatory smile that sent shivers down my spine.

"Aw, is the big, bad Reed Richards afraid of his wife?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"It's not like that," I protested weakly.

"Sure it isn't, Professor," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your wife is a little jealous, I see."

I looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "Look, it's just… complicated."

"I understand," she said, her smile widening.

"If you don't want to see me anymore, that's fine."

I almost breathed a sigh of relief. Almost.

But then, she did something that made my blood run cold and hot at the same time. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, tugging them inside my pants, right against my cock.

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.

She leaned in and kissed me, a hard, possessive kiss that left me reeling. She licked my lips, a teasing flick of her tongue.

"Keep that as a gift, Professor," she whispered, her voice husky.

"A little reminder of what you're missing."

And then she was gone, leaving me standing there, shocked and breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the soft fabric of her panties pressed against my cock, a burning reminder of her. I was going wild. I wanted her so badly it was a physical ache. I was going to lose my mind.

🎀

You leave the professor a little thrill buzzing through you. As you walk, you bump into Johnny Storm. He's cute, charming, and clearly interested. You chat for a bit, the conversation flowing easily, and he asks you out for drinks. You accept. It's not just that he's fun to be around; he's Sue's brother, and the thought of making Reed just a little bit jealous is definitely a bonus.

That week, you and Johnny get closer. You go out a few times, laughing and having a good time. You haven't seen Reed since your little "lesson," but you know he's thinking about you. You can feel it.

Then, Johnny invites you over to his place for dinner. You know Sue and Reed will be there, and honestly, you're kind of looking forward to it. Johnny had told them he was bringing a friend, but they definitely weren't expecting you.

The surprise on their faces when you walk in? Priceless. And Reed… oh, Reed. The jealousy radiating off him is palpable. .

You're wearing your best wiggle dress, the one that makes you feel like a million bucks, and you can practically see the heat in his eyes.

Dinner is… tense. Johnny is his usual charming self, totally clueless to the tension in the air.

He tells them how you met at college, how much he likes you. Reed is sitting across from you, his gaze intense, and you decide to have a little fun.

Casually, you slip off your shoe and start rubbing your foot against his leg, right over his crotch. You can feel him getting hard under the table. Sue has gone to the kitchen to get dessert, and Johnny popped off to the bathroom.

You're alone.

"What the hell are you doing?" he hisses, his voice low and strained.

"Missing you, Professor," you purr, your foot still moving against him. "You know you've been thinking about me too."

He's practically vibrating with need.

"Have you… have you been with Johnny?" he asks, his voice tight with jealousy.

"Not yet," you say, your eyes locking with his. "Maybe tonight."

His jaw clenches. "Don't," he growls. "Don't you dare let him touch you."

"Or what?" you challenge, your smile playful.

"I'll… I'll…" He trails off, his eyes burning with desire.

"You'll what, Professor?" you whisper, leaning closer. "Confess that you want me so badly you can't stand it?"

He doesn't say anything, but his eyes say it all. Soon after Johnny came back. You wanted to leave.

"I… I have to go," you say, standing up. "I'm not feeling well."

"I'll drive you," Johnny offers, concern etched on his face.

"No, it's okay," you say, giving him a sweet smile. "I'm just down the street." You turn to Reed, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "See you later, Professor."

You see the look in his eyes as you leave. Pure hunger. He's going wild.

Part 2 The Professor's Secret

You walk down the street, almost to the lab, when you hear his car pull up beside you. He jumps out, grabs your hand, and practically drags you inside. The lab is empty, the only light coming from the dim emergency lights. He slams the door shut behind you.

"You're driving me crazy," he says, his voice rough. "I can't… I can't stop thinking about you. I want you so badly."

He kissed you, a raw, desperate kiss, and then scooped you up, his arms strong and sure. With one hand, he cleared his desk, sending papers and equipment crashing to the floor. You grinned at him, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Someone's eager," you purred, your voice husky with desire.

You reached for his tie, pulling him closer. "Tell me what you want, Professor," you whispered, your breath hot against his lips. "I want to hear it."

"I want you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Your sweet pussy…I need it so bad. I wanna fill you up with my cock."

He kissed you again, harder this time, his hands moving over your body, impatient. He ripped his shirt open, the buttons popping off, and then he helped you with your dress, his fingers fumbling with the zipper. Your bra followed, and then, with a sharp rip, your panties were gone.

"Naughty girl," he muttered, his eyes burning as he checked you out. "Gonna get punished."

You reached for his belt, your fingers working quickly to undo it. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, pulsing with need. You cupped him in your hand, teasing him with your thumb, circling the tip as he leaked a drop of precum. "Mmm, you're ready for me, aren't you, Professor?" you whispered, your voice laced with playful menace.

"Gonna spill all your secrets?"

You leaned against the desk, offering yourself to him. He gripped your waist with his large hands, pulling you close, his fingers digging into your flesh. He entered you hard, his thrusts deep and urgent. "Fuck," he groaned, his eyes rolling back. "You feel so good."

He squeezed your breasts, his lips closing over a nipple, sucking hard. "So fucking tight," he repeated, his voice thick with lust. He moved inside you, slower now, each thrust a delicious torture. He was so big inside you, filling you completely, stretching you so good. You were on fire. He was driving you wild.

"Oh, God," you moaned, your head thrown back. "Yes…fuck me, Reed. Harder."

He pulled back slightly. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice rough.

You obeyed, your back now to him. "You're a bad girl," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. He gave your ass cheek a light slap. "Teasing me like that."

He entered you from behind, his hands gripping your hips, pinning you against the desk. He was relentless, his thrusts deep and powerful. He was so close, you could feel him pulsing inside you. He rubbed your clit, sending shivers of pleasure through you. You were dripping, slick and ready. You tightened around him, and then you came, a shattering orgasm that made you scream his name. "Reed!" you cried out, your body convulsing. "Oh, fuck, yess!"

He pulled out, his cum spurting onto your ass. He groaned, his body going rigid for a moment before relaxing in your arms. He cleaned you up, his touch surprisingly gentle. Then, he kissed you, a tender kiss that spoke of something more than just lust.

"I…I care about you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"I care about you too," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion.

Then, he kissed you, a sweet kiss that meant more than just sex.

You got dressed, the memory of his touch still lingering on your skin. He drove you home. In car he touched your leg, his fingers tracing the curve of your calf.

"God, you are incredible," he breathed, his eyes full of passion. "I enjoyed every single second. I don't regret this, not one bit."

"Me neither," you whispered, your heart doing a little flip.

He kissed you one last time on your doorway, a lingering kiss that left you breathless. "We should keep this our little secret," he murmured.

"Agreed," you whispered, your lips still tingling from his kiss. "Our little secret." You knew this was just the beginning.

Chapter 2 Lies and Whispers

Part 1 * A Scent of Betrayal *

That night, Reed walked in the door, his gut twisting. He could still smell your perfume on him, that faint, flowery thing that just wouldn't quit. He was hoping Sue wouldn't notice,but yeah, right.

Sue was in the living room, arms crossed, looking like a thundercloud. "Where were you?" she asked, her voice chilly.

"Uh, lab," he mumbled, trying to act cool.

"Forgot my briefcase. Big presentation tomorrow, needed to, you know, do some last-minute stuff."

"At this hour?" she shot back, her eyes narrowed. "And you smell…different."

He squirmed a little. "Different? What are you talking about? I just…worked late."

"Don't lie to me, Reed," she said, her voice going up a notch. "I can smell her perfume on you. What happened?"

"Nothing happened," he insisted, his heart hammering."I told you, I was at the lab.That's all."

"Don't give me that crap," she snapped. "I know something's going on between you two. I've seen the way she looks at you."

"Sue, come on," he pleaded, his voice strained. "You're imagining things. She's just a student. And I'm not giving her lessons anymore."

"Then why do you smell like she does?" she demanded, her voice trembling.

He was cornered. Busted.

"I… I can't do this anymore, Reed," she said, tears welling up. "The stress… it's too much."

He reached for her, his own anxiety spiking. "Sue, what's wrong? What is it?"

"I'm pregnant," she whispered, barely getting the words out.

He froze. Pregnant? Whoa. He hadn't planned this. Not now. Not like this. But… a baby? A tiny part of him, a part he hadn't thought about until now, did a weird mix of flipping out and… yeah, kinda happy.

He looked at Sue, really looked at her, and saw the fear and…well, she looked really vulnerable. He knew, right then, what he had to do.

"Sue," he said softly, his voice suddenly warm. "That's… that's amazing. I… I'm happy. Really happy."

He leaned closer and gave her a gentle kiss, then pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you, Sue," he whispered. "I love you so much."

He held her close, his mind a mess. He knew he had to stop things with you. He just had to. For Sue, for the baby… for his own peace of mind.

But even as he held his wife, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened an hour ago. Your touch, your taste, the way you’d moaned his name… it was stuck in his head. He was caught between two worlds, stuck between what he should do and what he really, really wanted. And he knew, deep down, this was gonna be a long, messy road.

🥵

The next day, you were at the presentation, surrounded by other students. You'd chosen your outfit carefully, a slinky black dress that made you feel like a femme fatale and a slash of red lipstick that screamed confidence. You knew Reed would be there, and you knew he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you. He didn't disappoint. His gaze was glued to you, a mixture of longing and something darker, something more possessive, in his eyes.

After the presentation, as you were heading out, he grabbed your hand, pulling you into a small, empty room and closing the door behind you. He leaned in close, his breath hot on your ear.

"You're a naughty girl," he murmured, his voice rough. "Why are you doing this to me? Tempting me like this…making me want to sin again?"

"Maybe," you purred, meeting his gaze.

"Maybe I just want to take what I want."

He pulled back slightly, his expression conflicted. "We can't do this anymore," he said, his voice strained. "My wife…she's pregnant."

You nodded, feigning indifference. "Okay," you said, shrugging. "If you don't want me anymore, that's fine. I have other men waiting in line."

His eyes flashed with jealousy, the image of Johnny Storm undoubtedly flashing through his mind. He grabbed your hands, his grip tight.

"To hold you, to caress you… only my hands have the right to do that," he said, his voice low and intense.

"You can be mad at me, but just so you know: your lips? Mine. And I'll always come back to you. Because you're the best."

"See, I knew you wanted me," you replied, a sly smile playing on your lips.

"Wasn't so hard to say, was it, Professor?

"Now, about those hands of yours… I'm thinking they'd look amazing all over me, exploring every inch. And those lips… I'm gonna make them beg for more. You know it." You stepped closer, close enough to feel his body heat.

"And you… you're gonna give me exactly what I want, whenever I want it. Right?" Professor?"

"Yes," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Anything you want, darling. Anything at all."

He kissed you, a hard, quick kiss, and then you pulled back just enough to look at him.

"I know I have to share you," you said, your voice low and a little serious.

"I know I can't have all of you."

You paused, your eyes searching his.

"But will you be mine? Just mine, even when you're sleeping next to her?"

He hesitated for a second, you could see the wheels turning in his head.

Then, he nodded, his jaw tight. "Yes," he said, his voice rough.

"I'm yours. All yours. I swear to God, you're the only one I'm thinking about. You're the only one I want."

"Good," you whispered, a slow smile spreading across your face.

"Because I'm gonna own you, Professor. Body, heart and soul."

He grinned back, a little wicked. He lifted your dress, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his jeans for a second before he just ripped the damn thing open. Your panties were next, torn away in his haste. His cock was already hard, throbbing, a thick, veiny thing that made you shiver. Damn, it was impressive.

He grabbed you, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He pulled you onto him, impaling you with one strong thrust. You gasped, your pussy stretching to take him. He pinned you against the wall, his weight pressing you into the hard surface.

He fucked you hard, his movements fast and urgent. He kissed your neck, then bit down, leaving a dark, hickey-shaped mark.

"Mine," he growled against your skin.

"You're mine. Say it," he demanded, his breath hot against your ear.

"I'm yours, Professor, and you're mine," you breathed, your head thrown back.

"Oh God, yes, you're mine."

He kept saying your name, like he was branding you. "Fuck, [Y/N]," he groaned, his thrusts deepening. "You're so fucking good."

You came together, a hot, messy release that made you both shake. He pulled out, his breath ragged, and then slumped against the wall, pulling you with him.

He kissed you one more time, a lingering, possessive kiss. "I'm obsessed with you," he admitted, his voice rough with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

"I know, Professor," you purred, a knowing smile on your lips. "I'm like poison to you." You ran your fingers through his hair, your touch lingering. "And you fuck me so good…you're the best."

You whispered at his ear. "You know I'm going to make you pay for this, right? Every single delicious, forbidden moment."

You adjusted your dress, smoothing out the wrinkles, then kissed him again, a quick, playful peck. You added a smear of your red lipstick to his neck. "Consider it a reminder who owns you," you whispered.

You picked up your ripped panties from the floor, holding them out to him. "You owe me a new pair," you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He smiled, his eyes full of warmth. "I will," he promised, his voice soft. "Anything for you."

You kissed him one last time, a deep, lingering kiss that left you breathless. Then, you turned and walked out of the room, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. You knew he was right behind you. You were happy. And, against all odds, you loved him.

He was in the toilet room, cleaning himself up and trying to subtly hide the mark on his neck, when Sue walked into the lab, calling his name. He quickly shoved your panties, which were still in his pocket, into the nearest trash can.

He left the toilet room, pasting a casual smile on his face. "Hey, honey," he greeted her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," she said, her voice a little strained.

"Just feeling a little...off." She clutched her stomach. "Morning sickness is kicking my butt."

"Poor thing," he said, his voice full of concern. He rubbed her back gently. "Let me help you. What do you need?"

She just needed to freshen up a little, she said. As she threw a tissue in the trash can, she saw something red and lacy sticking out. She pointed it on them, her eyes widening. They were your panties.

"What are these?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet.

He froze, his blood running cold. "I… I don't know," he stammered, his mind racing.

"Maybe… maybe one of the students left them. They were here for the presentation, remember?" She looked at him, her eyes narrowed.

"Don't lie to me, Reed," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "Those aren't just any panties. They're probably hers."

He knew he was caught. "Look, Sue," he began, trying to sound reasonable. "It's… it's not what you think."

"Oh, really?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "Then what is it, Reed? Tell me. Because I'm waiting. And I'm not stupid."

"They're… they're not what you think," he mumbled, his mind racing.

"Someone must have… left them here. You know how it gets after a presentation, kinda messy. People leave stuff behind all the time." He gestured vaguely toward the trash can.

"Lost and found, lab edition."

Sue looked at him, her eyes still a little narrowed, but he saw a flicker of doubt. He was a good liar, thankfully. He could see her wavering.

He met her gaze, trying to look all innocent and slightly annoyed. "Honey, I swear, I have no clue how they ended up there. Maybe someone tossed them in by mistake? Or maybe one of the cleaning ladies got a little too enthusiastic with the tidying up." He paused, adding a little chuckle.

"Honestly, I'm so spacey these days, I'm surprised I haven't walked out of the house in my underwear."

Sue looked at him, her anger starting to fade. She wanted to believe him. The thought of him and another woman, especially now, was just too much. And his story, while a little flimsy, was kinda believable. Labs were a mess.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice quiet. "I…I believe you."

He let out a silent "phew." He pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her hair.

"I love you, Sue," he murmured, his voice sincere. "I love you so much. You gotta trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you, especially not now. We're gonna be parents, Sue. That's the most important thing to me. I wouldn't mess that up for anything."

She hugged him back, her worries easing a little. "I do trust you, Reed," she whispered. "It's just… I've been so stressed lately."

He held her close, his heart pounding. He was such a good liar. He almost believed his own bullshit. But holding Sue like this, thinking about the baby, something clicked. He'd almost been caught. He was playing a dangerous game, and he was gonna get burned. He couldn't keep lying to Sue, keep sneaking around with you. It was too risky, too messy. He knew right then and there, he had to stop. He had to end things with you, no matter how much it sucked. He had a wife, a kid on the way, and a life he couldn't lose. Game over.

🖤

You hadn't seen him for days. A weird mix of worry and, yeah, a little longing was bugging you. You knew he was thinking about you, though.

Then, one night, knock, knock. Your heart did a little flip. You knew who it was.

You opened the door, all casual cool.

"Well, hey there," you drawled, leaning on the doorframe. "Long time no see you, Professor."

He came in, looking around like he was nervous or something. He seemed…tight. Like he had a lot on his mind. "I…wanted to see you," he said, his voice kinda rough.

"Oh yeah?" you said, shutting the door behind him. "What's up? More late-night study sessions? Another mind-blowing lecture?"

He didn't crack a smile. "We need to talk," he said, and he sounded serious.

"Okay," you said, figuring he wanted to be all serious. You were almost naked, just your black lace bra and panties, covered by a silk robe. You saw his eyes on you, the way they lingered, the little muscle twitching in his jaw. He was fighting with himself, you could tell.

You leaned against the desk, taking a slow sip of your wine. "So, talk," you said, your voice steady.

He looked at you, his expression pained.

"I…I can't do this anymore," he said, his voice rough. "I have to stop. I have to leave."

"Leave?" you echoed, your heart sinking."Leave me?"

"Yes," he said, his voice firm, but you could see the conflict in his eyes.

"It's… it's not right. It's not fair to you. Or to Sue."

"So, you're leaving," you repeated, your voice flat. "Just like that? After everything…do you regret it? Do you regret the things we did, the things I'm never going to forget?"

His jaw tightened. "No," he said, his voice low.

"I don't regret it. But I can't…I can't keep hurting you. And I can't keep hurting Sue."

"So, you choose her," you said, your voice rising, a bitter edge creeping in. "You choose her over me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, hot and angry. You blinked them back, refusing to let him see you cry, but one tear escaped your eye.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray tear from your cheek.

"Don't waste your tears on me," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Every tear is a sin… for me."

"You deserve better than this," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "You deserve someone who can give you everything you want, everything you deserve."

He turned and started to walk away. You wiped your tears away, your anger giving you strength.

"After you walk out that door, it's going to be too late," you called after him, your voice ringing with conviction. "Too late when you decide you want me again. If you leave me now, Reed… you're going to regret it. You're going to lose me. Forever."

He stopped, his back to you, his shoulders tense. Then, slowly, he turned around. You stood up straighter, letting your robe fall open. Then, your bra. And then, your panties, tossing them carelessly in his face.

"If you want to fuck me one last time, Professor," you said, your voice low and husky, "this is your chance. Last call." You let your gaze travel over his body, lingering on his bulge in his pants. "Don't say I didn't give you a fair warning."

You turned and walked into your bedroom, not bothering to see if he was following. You knew he would. He couldn't resist you.

He was right behind you, like a puppet on a string. He ripped his clothes off in a frenzy, his eyes never leaving your body. He kissed you roughly, a kiss full of need and desperation. He lifted you onto the bed, his hands roaming over your skin, exploring every curve and hollow. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't…I can't stay away from you."

He was lost in the moment, lost in the heat between you. He positioned himself, his cock throbbing against your entrance. He entered you slowly, taking his time, savoring every inch of you. It was like he wanted to make the moment last forever.

"You're gonna miss this pussy, Mr. Fantastic," you whispered, arching your back. "You know you will."

"Damn right I will," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

He moved faster now, kissing your lips, then your neck, then your breasts.

"I will miss you," he said, his voice thick with passion. "You're the only one who makes me feel like this. Like I'm alive."

He pulled back slightly, watching you.

Then, his eyes met yours, and you saw something there that made your breath catch. Tears. He was crying. He leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.

"I… I love you," he choked out, the words raw and honest, tears streaming down his face.

You looked at him, your own emotions a whirlwind. "Don't," you whispered, your voice cracking. "Just… don't."

You reached up and pulled his face down to yours, kissing him fiercely. He moved faster now, his thrusts deeper, pressing his full weight against you, as if he wanted to merge with you, become one. He was desperate, clinging to you like a man drowning.

You both came quickly, a raw, explosive orgasm that left you breathless. He came inside you, his release hot and intense. "Fuck," he breathed, his body going rigid for a moment before collapsing on top of you.

He kissed you one last time, a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of regret and longing.

"I will always love you," he whispered, his voice thick with tears. "And I will never forget you."

He got dressed real fast, not even looking at you. Then, he just… left.

You stayed there, in bed, staring at the ceiling. His words kept playing in your head. The tears started coming, hot and heavy. Your heart hurt like hell, and you felt like a piece of you had just been ripped away. He was gone. And you knew, deep down, he wasn't coming back.

Part 2 * Torn Apart *

The next few days were a blur. Graduation came and went in a flurry of excitement and congratulations. You should have been happy, and in a way, you were. But a part of you, a big, gaping part, felt… missing. Like a limb you’d lost.

You weren't alone, though. Johnny was still around, a constant presence in your life. He was a good friend, and he definitely wanted more. You went on a few dates, dinners, movies, the whole shebang. But every time he tried to cross that line, to touch you in that way… you froze. You just couldn't.

Then, one night, after a few too many drinks at a local bar, Johnny invited you back to his place. You were a little tipsy, feeling reckless, and you said yes.

When you got to his house, the lights were on, and you could hear voices inside. Johnny shrugged. "Sue and Reed are probably still up," he said. "They're usually working late."

He opened the door, and there they were. Sue and Reed, in the living room, wrapped in a hug. They looked in love and happy.

A pang of anger and jealousy twisted in your gut.

"Hey guys," Johnny said cheerfully. "Didn't expect to see you still up."

"Hey," Sue replied, giving you both a polite smile. "Hi, [Y/N]. It's good to see you again."

"Hi, Sue," you replied, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah," Reed mumbled, his gaze fixed on you. "Hello, [Y/N]." He looked… uncomfortable.

"We were just finishing up some work," Sue explained. "Big project coming up."

"Cool," Johnny said. He put his arm around you, pulling you close. "I got news by the way. This my new girlfriend." He grinned, a little tipsy.

You smiled back, kissing him briefly. It was all for show, all for Reed. You wanted him to squirm.

"Yeah it's officially," you said to Sue, ignoring Reed's burning gaze.

"Congrats, I'm happy for you two" Sue replied, her smile a little strained.

"Thanks, we should probably head to bed," Johnny said, pulling you towards the hallway.

"Good night," you said to Sue, pointedly ignoring Reed.

"Good night," Sue replied.

As Johnny took your hand and led you to his room, you could practically feel Reed's eyes boring into your back. He was so mad, so jealous. He tried to hide it, but Sue could see it plain as day.

Later, in Johnny's bedroom, fueled by anger and jealousy, you kissed him, a hard, desperate kiss. You just wanted to forget Reed, even for a little while. As you made love, your moans were loud, filling the room. You wanted to make sure they could hear you.

Sue was fast asleep, but Reed was wide awake, his mind a mess. Knowing you were with another man, touching another man… it was driving him insane. He went to the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping a sleeping pill would knock him out.

But then, he heard your moans. His heart started pounding in his chest. He missed you, your body, your sounds. He was furious with himself for letting you go. He could hear your dirty talk, your groans, through the thin walls.

When you were done, you left the room, wearing only Johnny's shirt and your panties. You saw Reed in the hallway.

"Professor," you said, a sly smile playing on your lips. "Couldn't sleep?"

He walked closer, his jaw tight.

"I… I hope you had a good time," he said, his voice strained.

You cupped his cheek, your touch light and teasing. "I did," you purred.

"But I have to admit…you fuck way better." You leaned in closer, your breath warm on his ear.

"You know you're going to be thinking about me all night." He left little hurt and mad.

You turned and walked into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then told Johnny you were leaving. He wanted you to stay. But you couldn't. You didn't want to see Reed and Sue in the morning. It would be too much.

"I had a great time, Johnny," you said gently. "But I should go. I'll see you soon."

After you left, in the middle of the night, you went to a bar. You needed a drink. And you needed to think.

You were at the bar, drowning your sorrows in whiskey. You were hammered, plain and simple. All you wanted was to forget everything. Forget Reed, forget the way he made you feel, forget the whole damn mess.

Then, he walked in. Out of nowhere. It was the middle of the night, and he’d followed you. He walked right up to you, called your name. Everything around you faded away. Just him.

Your heart started pounding in your chest.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

You gave him a tight smile.

"I'm not exactly doing great, like you," you said. "But I'm not complaining...The one who doesn't love gets over things quickly, right? Like you did."

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking. "Please forgive me. I know I hurt you."

"You know you did," you replied, taking another swig of your drink.

"My soul hurts a little. How am I supposed to love anyone else? I tried with Johnny...but I can't."

"I gave you my heart, sincerely, and I didn't even know what you were capable of." You paused, your voice turning cold. "I'll forgive you, but it's not fair."

You didn't feel anything at all at that moment.Then you noticed he started crying.

"I still love you," he said, his voice thick with tears. "I never stopped."

"Why are you crying?" you asked, your voice flat. "Nobody died. And don't look at me like you pity me."

He said your name again, reaching for your hand. "I want you back, please" he pleaded.

"No..Don't say anything," you interrupted, pulling your hand away.

"It won't change a thing. Words just make it worse when you have nothing left to give."

He cupped your cheeks, his own tears falling now. You were both a mess.

"Don't cry," you said softly, your voice cracking. "Tears won't help. I don't need your grief. Just… give me a hug."

He hugged you tight, and you whispered in his ear, "I wish you luck." You kissed him on the cheek, a quick, meaningless peck, and grabbed your bottle. "Don't follow me," you warned, your voice firm.

He didn't. He stood there, watching you walk away, his shoulders slumped. You walked out of the bar, into the cool night air, and kept walking. You didn't look back.

🖤

He went back home, the quiet of the apartment just making the emptiness inside him feel bigger. He knew he'd lost you. That thought hit him like a punch to the gut, a real, deep ache. He felt the pain, sharp and raw, a sadness so heavy it was hard to breathe.

You, on the other hand, were at the park, the huge night sky just making you feel even more alone. The stars and moon, usually something cool to look at, didn't mean anything tonight. You just wanted to be up there, floating, no worries, no messy feelings. The tears were coming now, no holding back.

You got up, the night air feeling cold against your skin. You started walking home, not really paying attention to where you were going. You were drunk, all messed up with sadness, and bam – you didn't see the car. The hit was quick, brutal. Everything went black.

Then, it was all flashes – red and blue lights, sirens screaming, people talking, but you couldn't make out what they were saying. Then, nothing again.

Hours later, you woke up in a hospital. Doctors were there, looking worried. They asked you your name, your address.

But you were just… numb. The only thing you could think of was him.

"Reed," you mumbled.

A doctor gave you a pen and paper. You wrote down a couple of words, a quick message you had to get out. Then, you were out again.

💔

Reed was at the lab, wrestling with a particularly stubborn equation, when a police officer showed up. "Professor Richards?" the officer asked.

"I need some information from you."

Reed frowned, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. "Information? About what?"

"We have a young woman in the hospital," the officer explained. "She was hit by a car last night. Before she lost consciousness, she only said your name. She also wrote this note."

Reed’s blood ran cold. "What… what happened to her? Is she… is she alright?"

"She's alive, for now," the officer said. "But her condition is critical."

He handed Reed the note. "She also wrote this message for you."

Reed’s hands trembled as he unfolded the paper. The officer asked for your name, but Reed didn’t register the question. His eyes were glued to the page, his heart pounding in his chest.

The note read:

If you come to see me

When my soul is no longer there

On the pillow with my last tear

You will see, your name is written.

Tears streamed down Reed’s face as he read the words. He looked up at the officer, his voice hoarse. "Take me to her," he pleaded.

As he rushed out the door, Sue appeared, her brow furrowed. "Reed? What's going on? Where are you going?"

"I'll explain later, Sue," he said, his voice tight.

"I have to go.

He arrived at the hospital in a frenzy, his mind racing with terrifying possibilities. He found the room and saw you lying there, still, connected to a web of machines. A doctor approached him, his expression grim. "She's in critical condition," he said. "We barely managed to stabilize her. We’re doing everything we can."

Reed stood there, numb, staring at you. You were breathing shallowly, your face pale. He reached for your hand, his touch gentle.

Your eyes flickered open.

"Reed…" you whispered, your voice weak.

"I was…keeping my last breath…for you.

"So…I could kiss you…one last time. I want…to forgive you…I want to say that… I love you."

He leaned closer, his tears falling onto your hand. He kissed you softly, his heart breaking.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Don't leave me. Please, don't."

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a single tear rolling down your cheek. Then, your breathing hitched, your heart monitor flatlined. The room filled with the shrill beep of the machine.

Doctors rushed in, pushing Reed out of the room. He stood in the hallway, screaming your name, his cries echoing through the hospital.

Minutes later they barely saved you.

But as the doctor turned to leave the room, you grabbed his arm. "Tell him…tell him I'm dead," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "And…don't let him in."

The doctor looked at you, confused. "But…"

"Please," you begged, your eyes pleading. "Just… do it."

He hesitated, then nodded. Reed’s cries echoed from the hallway as doctor said you were dead. He was begging to see you. But the doctor kept him out.

Days passed. You woke up, feeling stronger. The doctor sat beside you. "Why did you ask me to lie about your death?" he asked gently.

You explained everything, the pain, the confusion, the need to escape. A week later, you were discharged. You went to a different house, changed your hair, tried to change your whole look. You were leaving the city.

Reed, meanwhile, was devastated, consumed by grief. He believed you were gone. Johnny also finds out he was heartbroken.

One day, you were heading to the train station, suitcase in hand. You were leaving the city, starting fresh. But as you walked through the station plaza, Reed saw you from his car. He slammed on the brakes, his heart leaping into his throat. Could it be? Was that… you?

He jumped out of the car, yelling your name.

You turned, startled, and tried to run, but he was faster. He grabbed your arm, stopping you.

He looked at your face, really looked, and those eyes… he’d recognize those eyes anywhere, in any crowd.

"You’re alive," he breathed, his voice full of disbelief and joy. He started laughing, tears welling up in his eyes. "You’re alive!"

"Reed, please," you said, trying to pull away. "Let me go."

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm. "I’m not going to lose you again," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

He kissed you, a hard, desperate kiss, full of relief and pent-up longing. He kept repeating that he loved you, that he wouldn't let you go.

"What about your wife and Johnny? What about the baby?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"I'll leave her," he said, his eyes searching yours. "I have to. I can't live without you."

You still didn't believe him. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

"I'm still yours," he said, his voice low and intense. "Only yours. I love you. Please… don't leave me."

You stood there, your mind a whirlwind. Could you trust him? Could you really go back to him after everything? But then you looked at his face, at the raw emotion in his eyes, and your heart just… melted. You loved him. More than anything.

You kissed him back, just as fiercely as he kissed you. He grabbed your hand, and together, you walked back to his car. He opened the door for you, his eyes never leaving yours. As he drove, he kept glancing over at you, a soft smile on his face. He reached out and took your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. "I missed you so much," he whispered, his voice full of love. "I thought… I thought I’d lost you forever."

You squeezed his hand, tears welling up in your eyes. "I missed you too," you whispered back. "More than you know."

And in that shared moment, you knew, your love story was far from over.

Thank you for the reading 💜

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Supernovae

Mr. Fantastic - Reed Richards x fem!reader (Prof! x student)

I’m already obsessed with Pedro as Reed Richards so I made this. It’s just a one shot, nothing big. (For now)

Warning / Reminder: I'm not studying physics, but educational science and psychology. So I have no idea about this subject. Therefore I apologize in advance if it doesn’t make much sense.

“This interaction between highly energetic particles and the atmosphere is extremely complex, and accurate predictions require even greater complexity. They come from the sun, from supernovae, and from more indeterminate processes. Do you know which processes and mechanisms I’m talking about?”

Reed Richards stopped in the middle of his lecture, leaving the open question hanging in the room. He watched the flickering eyes and silent corners until one of the students began to speak up.

“The sun could produce such energy, right?”

A young man with large glasses and freckles covering his round face stared at Mr. Richards. He was standing before his large, scribbled blackboard, waiting for further pronouncements. He ran his fingers over the unused papers and crumpled the dust of the wooden-colored table beneath his sharp, rough fingertips. His other hand rested behind his back. He looked out over the sea of clueless, tense and young faces. Among them was a young woman who knew how to fight her way through the ambitious minds of the striving. (Y/N)

His scrutinizing gaze met her delicately raised hand and he lowered his head to grant her permission to speak.

“Mr. Richards, I believe that supernovae generate radiation through expanding shock waves.”

He smiled faintly, nodded and began slowly walking again in front of the staring mass.

“Faith is not a part of our science, Miss (L/N), but you do recognize the approach,” his gravelly voice began to fill the room, and young Ron Tugmann looked at the now-smiling (Y/N), who turned back to her sketch and continued to refine it with the smudged lead of her pencil.

“Gamma rays. Extreme explosions are released through their bursts. They accelerate these particles.”

The crowd gasped and winced at the description, whispering afterward about this procedure. “Imagine sitting in a dark room, and suddenly, a light explodes with such intensity, only for the darkness to return.”

The explanation resonated with most, though perhaps not with (Y/N). She didn’t clap at the end of the lecture and instead continued with her drawing.

“My physicist, will you accompany me?” teased the brown-haired classmate beside her, bowing mischievously in front of the young woman. “Don’t be silly, Ron,” she snapped, tucking her papers under her arm while he defensively raised his hands, a playful smirk on his face.

She padded down the stairs, and he followed her almost insistently, until he tapped her impatiently on the shoulder. She gasped, fuming, and turned to face him, showing her irritation at his manner. “I’m going to talk to Mr. Richards. Another time.”Her response was brief but accepted with tolerance from Ron as he raced up the stairs toward the exit of the restored building.

Reed Richards gathered his materials and files, along with his many foundations, and stored them in a cupboard. His white shirt clung tightly to his rather slender figure. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing the dark lines on his face, and the bones of his cheekbones seemed almost to want to cut through his skin. Above them, his eyes were glassy and accentuated by dark rings. It seemed as if he hadn’t found much sleep in recent days. The edges clung to the papers he embraced against his chest.

He stared at her, waiting for the clearing of her throat, which still lingered on her tongue.

“Can I help you, Miss (L/N)?” he asked in a soothing, quiet voice, which barely reached her. She turned her attention to the white chalk writings on the blackboard until he turned as well. “I hope I haven’t frightened you with my theories,” he said with a somewhat amused smile, though (Y/N) shook her head, keeping her posture straight to hide the many questions she had.

“No, I just wanted to inquire about the work I submitted to you.”

He raised his eyebrows, and the sharp, rigid features of his face fell upon the pile of papers in front of him. “Indeed. I’ve had to read through them all night and I was quite surprised by your phrasing,” he began, leaning against the edge of his desk as his gaze fell through the black strands of his hair. He didn’t show any emotions until the girl started clearing her throat. “In what way were you surprised?” She tightened her grip on her papers, stepping back as he crossed his legs in front of her, his hands intertwining in the pockets of his black pants. She could almost hear the rhythmic ticking of his watch against his thin wrist in the ensuing, suffocating silence.

“Your theories are… interesting, but only in theory,” he remarked roughly, tilting his head to study her features.

“Is that good or bad in your eyes? I know it’s madness… probably unthinkable…” her voice trailed off as she tried to continue. The laugh he gave her now revealed his sharp teeth before it faded.

“If thinking the unthinkable is madness, then I’m the craziest thinker there has ever been.” She lowered her head, and with hollow cheeks, she gazed at the smooth floor beneath her feet. She could barely suppress the urge to smile. He tilted his head, briefly stroked his beard beneath his nose, and clicked his tongue. “You seem to have many questions, don’t you? I often see you alone with all those books on campus,” he coughed lightly and smiled at the girl in front of him.

She shrugged, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes, I like to retreat and read,” she explained, but she couldn’t get any more words out. He raised his hand and shook his head. “Those who don’t read, don’t learn,” he replied almost seriously, taking a step closer to (Y/N).

As he noticed that she couldn’t find any words, he broke the silence. “When I was a student, I didn’t know people, only every book in the library.”

(Y/N) smiled, recognizing herself in his story, and pressed her papers against her chest as if to hide the fluttering inside. He reached forward, extended his arm and pulled the paper down to see what it contained. It wasn’t formulas, but a drawing. He tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Immediately, she wanted to justify herself.

He smiled and looked her deep in the eyes. (Y/N) swallowed and didn’t know where to look. Her cheeks turned a deep red. Reed Richards slowly released the paper, but his gaze lingered for a moment before he straightened up. The faint smile on his lips remained, but his gaze became critical, almost as if searching for an explanation on her face.

“You have an unusual talent, Miss (L/N),” he said finally, crossing his arms over his chest.(Y/N) gently pulled the drawing back and let her gaze briefly drift to the side. “It’s just a habit. I understand things better when I visualize them.”

He nodded slowly, as if considering this thought. “Most of my students think in formulas, not in pictures.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment, Professor?”

A soft laugh escaped his throat. “Call it what you want.”

For a moment, they stood there, and Richards continued to observe her until he broke the silence again.

“Back to your work.”

(Y/N) quickly nodded and straightened up.

He leaned lightly against his desk again, his shirt tightening across his shoulders as he picked up one of his notes. “It’s not criticizable. Just… hypothetical. Your idea that cosmic radiation might be influenced by previously unknown interactions is fascinating. But we lack evidence. You’re operating in the realm of speculation.”

“Every theory was once speculation,” (Y/N) replied. Again, that amused gleam appeared in his otherwise tired eyes. “I knew you’d say that.”

A warm feeling spread in her chest, but she hid it behind a neutral nod.

"Am I that predictable, Professor?" (Y/N) asked and took a small step forward.

She smelled the expensive perfume he had put on and swallowed hard. She was so enthusiastic about him and his work. He always knew what he was saying, what impact it had and he always knew the answers to all the questions students asked. He was a role model, probably even more. She would at least have liked to see more in him, but she knew that reality would not allow it. If anyone was aware of reality, it was the scientists. She realized that she had been lost in her thoughts for a long time and shook her head. He hadn't said anything. Not a word. He had only observed her. She didn't know what he was thinking, but he was well aware of what she was thinking.

"Miss (L/N), I think you still have a lecture, don't you?" he broke the strange spell and she remained silent. She knew what he wanted. Distance. What had she expected?

"Of course," (Y/N) replied dryly and walked past him, out the door.

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