#i am sorry to the prof but the lecture today was just not that good

[the-thursday]

a lil kakashi sketch

[reidbae]

Elation

summary: You arrive late to your profiling class, and your entrance turn all eyes on you: Including a certain brunette professor's.

pairing: sub!prof!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: teacher x student relationship, age gap (reader is 22+ and spencer is 32+), AFAB!reader, palming, choking, hair pulling, unprotected piv sex (do not do this pls), vaginal sex, degradation (m receiving), praise (m and f receiving), use of y/n before smut but ma'am and miss during, mild breeding kink, public sex technically, use of a gag, literally just filth tbh, reader is the dom but spencer's kinda bratty/semi-dominant and bites her back, idc if this is unrealistic BUT NO ONE SEES Y'ALL OK

a/n: HELLO i am very sorry for my disappearance and i am very glad to be back! also thank y’all for 200 followers wtf <3 i hope you like this! :) (also see if you can catch the 68 kill reference)

w/c: 4k

You walked as quickly as you could to your class, your heels making your presence loud and known as you held your bag over your shoulder, a late pass in your hand.

You had to finish a test for another class that morning, and, as a result, would be late to your first class of the day, your profiling class. You had warned your professor, Professor Reid, ahead of time that you would be late to his class today, but it wasn't going to make walking in any less embarrassing, especially if he was in the middle of a lecture.

You were wearing a short red dress, that clearly accentuated your figure, and it was a bit revealing around your chest. You were in black heels, too, and your hair and makeup made you look incredibly dolled up. Not that you had anything in particular going on today, but it wasn't a crime to look good, was it?

Besides, some attention from Professor Reid wouldn't hurt.

The man was undeniably attractive. Older, yes, but attractive. You weren't one of those girls who was only auditing his class to stare at him, but anyone in their right mind would take a liking to both him and his appearance.

Not that you were looking for the attention (Or were you?), but it would be nice.

You pushed open the door to the classroom, and you instantly muttered a number of expletives under your breath as the door creaked loudly. All eyes immediately landed on you, including Professor Reid's, but you maintained your composure.

Your presence cut Spencer off mid-sentence, and, as you suspected, he was in the middle of a lecture when you opened the classroom door. His eyes bored into yours, quickly scanning your figure, as you tried to close the door as quietly as possible.

You walked down to the front of the classroom to give Spencer your late pass, your heels clicking the wooden floor, that, in that moment, seemed to be creakier than the door. You felt like you were on a runway with the way everyone was staring at you, and your walk was earning several whistles and murmurs from your classmates.

It was only tolerable because you knew that the only reason everyone was staring was because you looked good.

"Sorry I'm late, sir," you said to Spencer as you handed him your late pass. His face was red, redder than you'd ever seen it, and—Was that sweat on his forehead? Once again, his eyes shamelessly roamed your body, and he had to clear his throat to get himself to talk.

"No worries. I hope your test went well," Spencer smiled at you. You muttered a brief, "Thank you," before taking a seat in the front row.

As you did, the whistles and chatter from your classmates continued, to which Spencer responded, "Okay, relax. I'm sure if Miss Y/L/N wanted those completely inappropriate whistles, she would ask for them." Your classmates chatter dissolved into laughter at the comment, and your face broke into a smile. "Now, shall we?"

For the entirety of the lecture, Spencer's eyes seemed to never leave yours, or your outfit. You knew that it wasn't technically abnormal for him to be looking at you, considering the fact that he was giving a lecture, and would naturally be looking at the class, but the attention his eyes were giving you was too hard to ignore.

After class, you were finishing up your notes as the rest of your class filed out of the room. Once you were done, you were the last one left in the classroom, and you were putting your notebook into your bag when another voice cut through the silence: Spencer's voice.

He cleared his throat, then said, "Do you have any last minute questions for me, Y/N?"

"Oh, no, that's okay, Professor," you returned. "Just needed to put some final touches on my notes, that's all," you smiled warmly.

"Alright, then. Do you have a class after this?" he asked you. You noticed that he was no longer where he stood for his lectures in the front of the class, but in front of your desk, and you weren't exactly sure when he'd got there.

"Yeah, but I've got time," you said. "Why, did you need something?"

Why did you even ask him that?

Spencer's face lit up in a blush at your words, and he shook his head. "Me? Oh, no. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't be late. If you need a pass, or need me to call anyone, I can."

"Oh, thanks. I think I'll be okay, though," you told him. Spencer nodded, his eyes wavering over you once more, and this time, you returned his gaze, allowing your eyes to soar between his face, lips, suit, and—Belt.

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat, and spoke up once more. "What about you? Any classes to teach after this?" you asked, resting your hand on your hip.

"I've got my, uhm, prep block until 12 P.M., so, technically not," Spencer explained to you. You noticed the way he paused, stammering in your presence, and the nervous look across his face. You cocked an eyebrow.

"I see. That's good," you said with a shrug. He responded with a quiet, "Yeah."

"Can I ask you something, Professor Reid?" you asked as you looked up at him with a quizzical expression.

He nodded. "Yes, Y/N, what is it?" Spencer returned.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" you finally blurted as you allowed your curiosity to get the best of you. Spencer raised his eyebrows, and, if it was even possible, his face got redder than it already was.

"What? No, of course you don't make me uncomfortable. Why do you ask?"

"Well, you've got your hands in your pockets, and you've taught us that people hide their hands when they're nervous. You're also red, and it looks like you're sweating," you shrugged. "You just look uncomfortable, and I was wondering if I had something to do with that."

Spencer looked down and chuckled. He licked his lips before saying, "Sometimes, I forget that I teach you how to analyze people's behavior. But you don't make me uncomfortable, Y/N, I promise," he assured you. And yet, his hands remained hidden, his face remained pink, and the truth remained buried.

And, although you had a good idea of what it could be, you were determined to figure it out.

"Well, there must be something going on, Professor," you pushed as you walked around your desk. The two of you were even closer, face to face, at that, and Spencer swallowed.

"Y/N—" he breathed as you moved closer to him.

"I've seen the way you look at me. It's kind of obvious. You'd think a profiler would hide that better," you smirked up at him.

Spencer cleared his throat. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," he murmured as he looked down at the ground.

You bit your lip, incredibly aroused by how riled up he seemed to be by your voice alone, and put a hand on his chest. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Professor."

"You're not that subtle, either," he said. His brown eyes looked down to meet yours, and as they did, you could now clearly see the sweat perspiring on his forehead.

"I'm not trying to be. You, on the other hand, attempt so desperately to bury your feelings, probably because you know how wrong this is. Honestly, it's cute," you said, your thumb tracing absentminded circles in the middle of his chest.

You used your other hand now, both hands now smoothing soft circles higher, just below his shoulders. Spencer's breath hitched in his throat as he watched you, but a small smirk mirroring yours played across his face now.

"This is wrong," he said softly to you. "I'm your professor."

"That doesn't stop you from wanting me so badly," you didn't hesitate to remind him. Your next words came out in a whisper as you leaned closer and said, "It's okay. I want you, too."

That was all it took for Spencer to finally lean in, crashing his lips onto yours, taking your face into his hands, and God, was it hot. You kissed him back with mirroring desperation, pulling his body impossibly closer to yours. That was when Spencer took you into his arms, lifting you with ease, and sitting on the chair of your desk, placing you on his lap so that you were straddling him.

"Someone's eager," you teased between kisses. All he could do was nod, too desperate for more, too desperate for you. He pulls you back in, tongue riding yours as his hands forcefully grip your hips.

You hold his face, pressing him as close to you as you possibly can, and eventually, without even thinking, you slowly grind your hips on his lap. He responds with a whorish moan, looking up at you with an expression that said nothing but lust.

"Oh, God, you're so hard. You like that, huh?" you asked in a teasing voice.

"Y- Yeah, fuck," Spencer responded, hands digging further into your hips.

"Save your voice," you rasped. "You'll need it for when I fuck you."

"Y- Y/N, your class," Spencer reminded you in a stutter as your hands played with his belt.

"Ten minutes is all I need with you, Professor," you smiled, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as Spencer's belt clattered to the ground. "Besides, you can write me a late pass, can't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I can," he moaned.

"Then, don't worry about the time. Worry, about this," you said. With that, you dipped your hand into his now unzipped pants, touching him gently through his boxers. Spencer's eyes immediately closed, and his head cocking backwards ever so slightly.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N, that's-" Spencer whined, cutting himself off with another moan.

"Hm, Professor?" you teased nonchalantly, as if you were merely discussing your latest assignment. "What is it?"

"Good," he finished. "So good."

You chuckled at the sloppy, desperate view in front of you, your hand just barely touching Spencer's hard, aching cock, and him falling apart for it, sweat sticking several hairs to his forehead.

"Anyone could walk in and see you so needy for me like this," you chuckled. He was about to respond, but you quickened your movements, pressing your hand harder and eliciting a whine from him.

"I don't care," he shook his head. "This feels too good."

"Tell me how much you want this, Professor," you cooed softly, your words leaving your lips as a husky whisper. Your hand pressed down on Spencer's hard dick, taking what you could hold into your hand through his boxers.

"I want this, Y/N," Spencer said quickly, hands roaming your hips and back as he spoke in a soft tone. That rosy blush had never left his face as you responded with, "How much?"

"So much," he said desperately. "God, please, Y/N," he begged, neither of you even entirely sure what he was begging you for.

"That's pretty vague," you chuckle. "Tell me, Professor. Please, what?" you snap.

"Shit, I want to feel you, Y/N," Spencer whined in the brattiest tone you'd heard from him, evidently impatient for your touch.

As soon as the words leave his lips, one of your hands yanks his hair and pulls him back, to which he immediately groans.

"First of all, Spencer, don't fucking sass me. Second of all, I don't want my name to fall from your lips until I've got you coming and moaning it. Nod if you understand me, Spencer," your voice rang out in a domineering tone.

Taken aback by your tone, and so not used to being spoken to like this in his own goddamn classroom, Spencer shyly nodded, his cheeks a vibrant pink.

"Listening for once, huh? About time. You can call me ma'am or miss until I've got you where I want you. Is that clear?" you asked him. All this time, your hands had never stopped touching Spencer, and he had had a hard time responding to you this entire time through small whimpers and groans.

Spencer only nodded, to which you shook your head.

"Say it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's a good boy," you praised him softly as you leaned in closer, an amused smile across your face. "I'm going to fuck you so good. Is that something you'd want, baby?"

"Y- Yes, ma'am, it is," Spencer's hoarse voice rasped out. "You're sure you want to do this here? I could easily take you to my office, miss."

You giggled at his cluelessness as the hand that was touching him came to run through his hair. Didn't he know how much hotter the risk made this? Your fingers played with his soft locks as you answered, "Oh, sweetheart, you and I both know that you can't wait that long. Besides, I don't care who walks in. They'll see how desperate you are for me, and it'll be you who has to explain," you teased.

Spencer's face reddened as he fumbled with his words. "I- Well- Okay," he decided, because of his physical incapability to say anything else.

"Anyways, if you keep it quiet, there'll be nothing to worry about. So, do me a favor," you teased as you pushed your thumb into his mouth. "And keep your mouth shut. You can do that, baby, can't you?" you whispered. Spencer nodded with urgency.

"That's good. That's so, so good, Professor," you teased him. Your free hand came down to hike up your dress, revealing to Spencer your lace panties, that weren't covering all that much. The view made Spencer whimper out with need, only encouraging you to remove them at a tantalizingly slow pace.

You held eye contact with Spencer as you removed them entirely, discarding them on the desk behind the two of you. Next, you removed Spencer's cock from his boxers, biting back a moan at the view you were met with.

You knew he'd pack a lot from the day he'd become your professor, but, God, to see it in person like this, long, hard, and aching for you was almost too much.

"Jesus Christ, Professor. I've got you so worked up over what should be considered nothing in comparison to what I'm about to do to you," you smirked. You took his cock into your hand, pumping him up and down a few times, which only increased his desperation as he moaned around your finger. "Ready?" you asked finally.

Spencer could only nod, his face a deep scarlet hue, hips bucking up into your exposed cunt. You smirked.

Finally, you lowered yourself onto his cock. You'd fantasized about this moment so many times, and no amount of hours of touching yourself to the notion could even amount to the real thing.

Your pace was slow as you rode him, both hands digging into Spencer's soft brown locks. He lets out a moan he isn't sure how long he's been holding as you release your thumb from his mouth, and his hands instantaneously grip your hips as you start to ride him.

"Oh, God, Spencer, you're big," you praise him as your eyes shut. Your mouth doesn't, though, as small whines and whimpers fall from it, your lips curling up into a smirk.

"Th- Thank you, miss," Spencer whines back, rubbing soft, slow circles into your hips. He moves your dress out of the way so he can see you completely, hiking it up to your torso, and basking in the view of you. "You're so beautiful, miss. So, so beautiful."

All you can do is giggle as heat rises to your face. Once again, you bite your lip as you say, "Fucking my professor in his own classroom. So unethical and yet so, so hot," you rasp as you open your eyes again, gazing into his.

"You look so good," he tells you again, his words coming out in a pant. "You feel so good."

You pulled him back by his hair, exposing his neck, that was now entirely at your disposal, and attacking it with your lips. You press your lips against him with hunger, kissing and sucking, leaving as many marks as you please. The world was going to know he was yours if you had anything to say about it.

"You like how dirty this is, don't you, Professor?" you muttered, as close to his ear as you could possibly be. "You like the fact that anyone could walk in and see you falling apart for me, huh?"

Spencer only whimpers in response, squeezing your hips harder and shifting a bit as you continue to ride him, your pace quickening. That wasn't the answer you were looking for, and once you were sure he wasn't going to verbally answer you, you say, in a teasing voice, "Oh, come on, sir, give me more than that."

The moment you say this, an expression flashes across his face, one that can only be described as pornographic. It's whorish and needy, and you're almost worried you've already made him come, until you realize exactly why he just looked at you like that.

You chuckle and shake your head, unaware that he could somehow become more desperate than he already was. "What was that look for, sir?" You enunciate the word once more, and Spencer turns his eyes away from yours.

You grab his face, turning him to look at you, and rasp, "You like it when I call you 'sir', don't you, Professor?"

"Yes, miss. Very much," he instantly confessed to you. You smirked.

"Good, because I'm going to keep calling you it," you smile, and he nods in approval. Your hips continue to snap against Spencer's cock as you use him to pleasure the two of you completely.

"Open your mouth for me, sweetheart," you coo. Spencer couldn't oblige any faster, and when he does, you insert your thumb back into it. "Suck."

Spencer sucks like a man dehydrated, wrapping his lips around your finger with a look of compliance, incredibly eager to be as obedient as you want him to be.

"Such a good boy. I like seeing you so slutty like this. Because that's what you are, isn’t it?" you tease, giggling. You ride his dick to the top, pause for only a second, and crash back down onto him. "My slut."

Spencer nodded in return, his puppy eyes boring into yours as he gags around your finger. You remove it from his mouth and say, "Say it."

"I'm your slut, miss. I'm all yours," he indulges you.

"That's what I like to hear," you smiled. "Fucking you in such a public place when anyone could walk in. Such a bad girl, aren't I, Professor?"

"Yeah, you are a bad girl," Spencer moans out. His hands move from your hips to your tits, taking one in each hand, and working quickly with them. You moan when he does.

He's not only desperate for you, but desperate to make you feel good, too.

"Oh, that's so fucking good, Professor," you whine. Your movements grow quicker, as you both grow desperate to feel Spencer as deep inside your cunt as you possibly can be, and you groan out.

"I'm so, so glad, miss," he says in, arguably, his most submissive tone yet, and you bite your lip as blood runs to your face, flushing it with a red hue that surely mirrors Spencer's.

"You're so good for me, Professor," you moan.

"Fuck, miss, please say my name," Spencer begs you. One of his hands squeezes your waist again, eliciting a lewd moan from you, and you can't help but oblige.

"Spencer," you whine.

"Again," Spencer moans back, fondling your tit harder with one hand, and squeezing down on your hip as forcefully as possible with the other.

"Spencer," you moaned again, maintaining eye contact with him as his name fell from your lips.

"Yeah, just like that, miss," said Spencer.

As if it's the most natural thing in the world, you dip your head back into the crook of his neck, and begin to kiss him there. You bite hard enough to leave marks, and suck with enough force to leave a trail of hickeys wherever your lips touch.

Spencer's a whimpering mess above you, and as much as you love how vocal he's being, you don't love the idea of someone hearing the two of you, as much as you'd said you did.

The idea was hot, but getting caught fucking your profiling professor by a classmate, or God forbid, another professor, was absolutely mortifying, and not on your to-do list today.

"Keep it down, Spencer. Don't make me shut you up," you warned him between kisses. You bring a hand up to squeeze his neck. Surely, a bit of choking would get to his head, wouldn’t it?

It doesn't, and he stutters out above you, his voice broken and whiny. "M- Miss, I-" but he doesn't even finish his sentence as he cuts himself off with his own moan.

You remember the lace panties you'd forgotten on the desk a while ago, and the hand that isn't choking Spencer naturally reaches back to grab them. Without thinking twice, you shove them into Spencer's mouth, and he groans around them.

"I told you to shut up. Don't think you can misbehave and I won't punish you for it," you spat, biting into his neck again as your hold around his throat tightens. Spencer whimpers and nods, and you were sure that if he could speak, he would mumble an assortment of apologies.

"Tap me when you're ready to finish, so I can hear my name on your lips when you do. Until then, I'm going to use you just as I have been," you smirked, continuing to ride Spencer.

Over the next few minutes, the air's filled with moans from the two of you, and, if it was even possible, you had pushed him further inside of you. Spencer's hands roam everywhere in replace of his inability to speak, and he's as eager to get you to your high as you are to get him to his.

Eventually, Spencer taps your arm with urgency, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he's close. You look up at him with a mirroring expression, and ask, "Close, sweetheart?"

Spencer nodded with a desperation you'd never seen from him before, and, in that exact second, you pull your panties from his mouth, and discard them on the desk behind you again.

"God, I'm going to cum, Y/N," are his first words. Your name sounds like honey falling from his lips, and you nod just as fervently as he had.

"Let it out, then, baby," you moan. "Come inside of me," you then rasp.

Spencer yanks you in and kisses you passionately, his hands tangled in your hair, and your hands tangled in his. One of his hands moves down to help you along, rubbing hard, fast circles on your clit. It's almost too much, and you're almost too sensitive: Almost. Your tongues dance with each other as you ride out your high, and Spencer fills you to the brim with his cum. You finally come undone, riding him as fast as possible in order to pleasure the both of you, and God, does it work.

When you've completely finished, you pull back for air, practically gasping for it as loud pants fall from your lips. "Jesus, Spencer. You were so good. Did you get off well, baby?" you ask him.

"Yes, ma'am," Spencer smiled as he softly rubbed your back, the desperation that was present a few minutes ago being replaced with a notable softness. "And thank you."

"Mmhm," you mutter as you press your lips to his again. You rest your forehead against his and smile. "You know that, uh, late pass you were talking about?

Spencer chuckled. He already knew what you were about to say. "Yeah?"

"I think I’m going to need it."

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[beplerblurbs]

matching hats s.r.

pairing: unistudent!ricky x gn seatmate!y/n

genre: fluff

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: intentional lowercase, reader is shorter than ricky(?), not proofread

prompt: your seatmate ricky. reminds of you of a cat. you like to crochet during lectures and end up making ricky a cat beanie!

you and the rest of the students scamble off the cramped bus rushing to get to your classes. there's been a traffic with freshmen moving in and parents wanting to make sure they're prepared and such.

it was a little annoying because you knew your lecture hall was filling up with every second the bus was trying to reach the university bus station through all the traffic.

eventually you reach your lecture hall along with a cluster of other students for your arts history class, not the most interesting thing on 9 am mondays...

you entered from the back of the classroom, you see the professor preparing her lesson way at the front and the back of many students as they murmur amongst themselves.

with about 90% of the seats already taken, you wouldn't be surprised if you had to sit on the stairs at this point. eyes wandering for an empty seat, blond head stood out with no one beside one of his seats.

walking down the steps to reach the mysterious guy "sorry, but is this seat taken?", oh... he's so cute

with styled bleach blond hair, thick eyebrows, curious eyes, slightly ajar lips and neck tattoo saying 'role model,' you were taken aback by his good looks.

"no, take a seat" a warm smile welcomed you to your seat before he went back to looking at his laptop to prep for class.

just as you get out your notebook, your professor starts the lecture.

"good morning class, hope the travel to class was great considering the beautiful weather today," ironic considering you're actual trip.

the professor goes through the basic course breakdown to help everyone gauge expectations. you're already writing down due dates in your notebook's calendar. the prof seems really chill and you appreciate that.

she switches her slideshow to a large text that says 'introduce yourself to your seat partner and tell them a fun fact'

"you guys see the screen... do it, i'll give you guys 2 minutes" the class giggles at her bluntness.

you put down your pen to focus on this mysterious guy. he's confident and relaxed, he avoids making the situation awkward and goes along with the professor's request.

"hi, i'm shen ricky. i'm an international student majoring in performance arts and... my fun fact is that my friends said i resemble a cat earlier today" he smiles to himself, seemingly unexpected fun fact he chose to share.

"oh? i dont see it exactly... nevermind, maybe i just need to know you more to see it hah."

you on the other hand can't seem to not be awkward, trying to smile through it "uhm anyways, i'm y/l/n y/n, and i'm a student under the entertainment management program and this is one of my electives. my fun fact is that i love to crochet, you'll probably see me do it in lecture at some point."

"ah!" you were startled by ricky's excitement, "crocheting sounds so fun, i need to learn it at some point." you turn slightly pink, seeing someone be so interested in your seemingly boring hobby.

ricky continues on, "i think that just means we have to be friends and sit in class together so you can teach me," suddenly, ricky's hand as his phone out with his new contact ready to be filled with your information.

"sure!... this isn't like flirting or anything right?" as much as you were attracted to ricky's looks, you always set boundaries for yourself for comfort. you wouldn't let some new blond guy mess that all up.

he scratched the back of his neck, "oh no, not at all, but i really apologise that I came off that way. i'm actually interested in crocheting though!" his genuine tone was enough for you to forgive him and give him your contact.

"okay class lets start with the first lesson," before you could even give him your phone to fill in his number, the professor quiet downed the class.

unknown number: hi it's ricky, boy from arts history.

you take a bite of your favourite late-night snack, gummy worms. you had started studying a bit and took a break to go to your closest convenience store.

y/n: hi! its y/n, why are you texting at this hour? lol

you change the contact name,

ricky: sorry are you busy? I just wanted to make sure you still wanted to sit next to me in class on wednesday, if not thats fine!!

you giggle to yourself, why does he text cute too...

y/n: oh no worries, i just got my daily dose of gummy worms haha

y/n: but yeah we can meet up before class and sit together! i'll make sure i'm early next time...

ricky: lol yeah maybe to get a good seat, i'm usually in the library an hour before class

ricky: just lmk and i'll wait for you

and with that the conversation ended just as you re-entered your apartment to get back to studying.

hes seems so sweet compared to his cold appearance.

getting up early wasn't your favourite activity, but ricky said he would be in the library at 8 am (like a crazy man) so you decided to give him some company and teach him how to crochet.

you come in the library with an iced coffee in hand and leftover gummy worms in the other. a distinct blond head and neck tattoo became proportionate as you closer. "how are you so awake at this hour?" you yawn sitting in the chair across from ricky's.

he laughs, "i try to eat a full meal, i don't know if gummies and coffee count as one," you disregard it, "yeah, yeah.”

you set down your food and pull out two small bundles of yarn and two crochet hooks. "one for you, one for me. which colour would you like?"

"green please!" (i miss rijeong) you slid the pale pastel green bundle to his side of the table, leaving you would the baby blue yarn.

an insightful and detailed lesson on crocheting and somehow ricky's chain fell apart 3 times. he was genuinely trying. you thought it would frustrate him but him seeing you giggle at his mistakes made ricky feel warm inside somehow.

you sighed and made ricky put down his hands from crocheting. "we should got go to class now, i'll teach you another time. take notes for me as a trade?" it was an offer ricky couldn't give up, in his head it gave himself a reason to talk to you even more.

ricky simply nodded and put the yarn and hook into his bag. you guys walked out of the library, heading to the library with 15 minutes to spare.

during class, you spent most of it crocheting while taking in the information and ricky took notes on his laptop. yet he was the one not really listening, he was focused on how endearing you looked simply crocheting and listening intently. you didn't notice that though.

you ended up making some cute hand rags that you needed for your kitchen. "thoughts?" you ask ricky while showing off your 30 minutes worth of time. his signature sweet smile arose "very stylish, you're so cool." his non-chalant remark made you blush and shyly put away your pieces as the professor had ended the lecture.

"same time friday?" ricky said standing up, backpack slung over one shoulder, "same time every lecture," you confidently spoke, smiling and quickly going to your next class.

you weren't even in rush, your next class was in 30 minutes. ricky stood still in the lecture hall smiling to himself.

every lecture you began making random pieces, eventually making a sweater, a scarf, mittens, cup holders, and the list goes on. some of these for you, and some for ricky.

you stopped going to your convenience store at night, you became accustomed to ricky getting you some gummy worms the next day. in return, you got him and yourself iced coffees for the day. suddenly being awake at 8 am wasn’t so tough

as well, everyday you and ricky were texting more, hanging out after classes, usually to cafes. ricky was able to make a progress and finish a small square, but the focus needed made him want to take a break from the hobby. he said he preferred watching you crochet anyways.

this is what friends do right? hang out, talk and laugh, share sentimental stories, get each other small gifts, hug tightly goodbye, holding hands...

your boundaries were loosening up. however, with how much you enjoyed ricky being with you, you didn't mind it.

you were tapping your coffee lid as a fidgeting habit, ricky doesn't even acknowledge it. there was a comfortable silence as he scrolled on his phone and you looked out the window with the warm sunlight yet the dead trees and snow in the plant beds. the winter made the outdoors almost unbearable as you hated the cold, but you felt warm next to ricky…

you turn your attention to ricky and his relaxed state, focusing on his screen. "hm." you made a noise that caught his attention, he rose his eyebrows as he shifted his focus to you. he put down his phone and rested his chin on his hand, elbow propping him up.

"what you thinking about?" not phased by his flirtatious antics at this point, you didn't move. "i guess you do look like a cat,” you poke one of his cheeks. now he was confused, "all of a sudden?"

"yeah! like you have big doe-y eyes and your cheekbones kinda resemble the follicle cheeks... you just need the ears and whiskers." you eye-smile at the thought of rickys 'intimidating' face with cute ears and drawn on whiskers.

rickys ears can't suppress his feelings anymore, they grow bright red and he turns away, looking outside to the bright outside. "whatever." you knew he liked it but you let it go.

"we should go to class now," ricky stands up with his bag over his shoulder, waiting for you to pack up and walk with him to class. you reply a quick 'okay' before you stand up.

ricky already has his hand out for you to hold. you intertwine fingers with him and walk to your guys' class.

sitting in class you had some pink yarn in hand but you can't think of making anything other than those cute cat beanies you've been seeing online. mainly because you really wanted to see ricky in one.

it was simple and quick to make so you made two, matching hats make such a cute pair.

ricky was still actively committed to the deal where he does notes while you crochet. you hid the two pieces in your bag when he was focused.

"yah, what'd you make this time, i didn't even notice you finished it early"

you both walk out of class early and felt a strong wind chill hit both of your faces. ricky hides his face in the scarf you made before in class. "its so cold still, are you cold?" you see ricky's breath in the air.

"well i think this will warm us up," you smile pulling out the hats from your side bag pocket.

he makes a little happy 'o' face, ready to cherish the next crocheted piece you made. "ouu, what is it? what is it?" his eagerness made you smile big, and ask him to close his eyes.

he closes them quickly, eager to see what it is. you snuggly put on his cute pink cat beanie on his head, and then your own. "okay! open!"

ricky is completely whipped for you seeing your adorable face and a cute cat hat. "you're so cute, what about me? what do i look like?" he quickly pulls out his phone to swipe to the camera app and see what he got.

"the same one dork, aren't matching hats cute?" you can't even hide your smile, the cold was helping you look like your bright red cheeks were appropriate for the weather.

ricky had slowly begun to recognise your soft, vulnerable side had been coming out when you were with him. you were truly comfortable around him and it made him melt inside.

you suddenly felt your face smushed up against ricky's chest, a warm hug. "thank you y/n. it is cute" his little giggle came out as a vibration against your ear. you were also melting.

you look up at him and everything felt perfect. "hey ricky?"

"hm?"

"i love you."

a moment of comfortable silence, with the warmth of his heart heating up yours, you knew what he felt too.

"i love you too, y/n"

author's note: this ended up being longer than i expected........ i hope u enjoy the ricky fluff </3pls send in requests!!!!

[gojonanami]

Hi Sab!! I just read your Prof. Geto fic after applying to grad school earlier today and I'm not okay. How am I supposed to attend lectures knowing he won't be my professor? 😭😭

In all seriousness now, your writing is SO good and beautiful and I'm so excited to see what you've got in store for part three <3

(Also– can I be added to your taglist? Tysm in advance!!)

hahah i'm so sorry babe - i hope you can use him to live vicariously through and imagine that he is - i truly wish he was my professor too T_T

thank you so much T_T that means the world to me!! i'm so excited for part 3, you have no idea - i'm 9k deep and we've barely brushed the surface for what's in store!

more than happy to add you lovely <3

[therealraeweber]

Highlights from my Vampire Studies class today

So, I'm taking a class this semester which is a cultural history of vampires, in literature and film, and today was our first lecture for it. And OH BOY do I think I'm going to love this class.

The prof was awesome, and it looks like we are going to be covering some fun stuff this semester. Here are some of the highlights from today's lecture...

The prof playing Supermassive Black Hole while we were all getting seated (I'm not a Twilight fan but this was absolutely hilarious)

The prof played a video about using Wikipedia as a source, in which they made the joke "Your grades may be at stake", to which he paused it to add "A little vampire humour for you there" (This man is literally Viago if he was a German Studies professor)

We went over the course outline, and one of the two reading requirements is Dracula! (I'm ahead for once! Tumblr and Dracula Daily have prepared me for this) And, one of the films we will be watching is WWDITS :) I can not express how excited I am about this.

For today's movie we watched Nosferatu, which I have been meaning to watch for the longest time but never got around to. I actually really enjoyed it, and our class got some good laughs out of it.

"I am plagued by mosquitoes. Two have just bitten me on the neck, quite close together, one on each side"

I finally understand that one WWDITS reference in the pilot where Nandor does this:

"Your wife has such a beautiful neck"

During our lecture, our prof put together a slideshow about various vampire media (books, movies, etc from different years) and OH BOY there were some fun ones to talk about... for instance, one was a book called "What Would Buffy Do?", to which our prof recommended it to us if we ever have a moral quandary, and want to know what Buffy would do.

Another was some movie called "I bought a Vampire Motorcycle"

There was a small section about vampire influence on the... adult entertainment industry... to which the following interaction occurred:

Student - "I'm sorry... What is... Sperm-ula?"

Prof - *pauses for a minute* "What do you think?"

Showed us a book called "A Handbook for the Recently Turned", to which the prof said "Well... because you never know! Might need it!"

We then had a really interesting lecture on vampires throughout history, from ancient Greece and Rome through to the 18th century. Really cool stuff.

Prof made us talk to each other for an ungraded assignment because he wanted us to meet our "vampire buddies" 🥺

So yeah... I think I'm going to really like this class. Unfortunately, it sounds like quite a few of my classmates are only taking it because they were looking for an easy A elective, so hopefully they will learn to share the love of vampires by the end. I can't wait for our next lecture!

[passingdaysthings]

04.05.2023 Learning To Let Go Completely

Today is Wednesday. 

I am currently in my stats class, but literally nothing is happening. My prof is giving us a life lesson lecture about simplifying things, but that has nothing to do with the R lecture we should be getting. We should be talking about reading numbers and charts. I am annoyed once again this quarter because why is my lecture never helping me with homework? Like.. why does it never have anything to do with homework? I didn’t struggle with R because it was pretty simple, but the Python Dev homework was completely different from the lecture. We legitimately didn’t even talk about what to do in the homework in lecture. Im sorry.. but that makes no sense, right? It was kind of the same for R, but he gave us the code and we just needed to interpret it which is something I am familiar with. My problem with R is that this man posted TWO sets of problems, and I accidently did the practice set thinking that it was the actual homework.. so now, I need to go do the actual homework. I wonder how many more of my classes are going to be like this. Am I just going to go through this whole program confused? I have somehow made it 3 quarters with a 3.2 GPA, and I am absurdly confused. Sometimes I think I can code in python decently, but then, I have to do something and it changes my mind completely. No one is gonna read this so I guess I am just gonna have to pray for myself and tell myself good luck LOL. 

As for the letting go thing, I was just thinking about my feelings because there are times where I catch myself feeling something about Taylor comments. Most of the time now, I don’t really feel too much, but there are definitely moments that get me and it’s random. Like.. he talked about Victoria yesterday which I didn’t think too much about, but then I felt some type of way when he brought up his ex-gf today (not Luvy). I guess there are just parts of me or moments where I feel something again? I know for sure I have not fully let go though because I still think about what it would be like if we dated from time to time, and I think that is not a sign of fully letting go. It’s hard though because he is someone that is very integrated into my life and we talk about everything and everyday. This month actually marks a whole year that we have talked to each other every single day, and he isn’t even someone I see in-person or my bf. This dude is just mt friend. I don't even talk to Victoria everyday. Not only that, but we do phone calls. I literally only talk to him on the phone. I text or message other people. He has also called me everyday for the past like 5 days right after work, and he just hangs out with me while I do homework. He does it because he is doing a mental health check on me, and I really appreciate it. It’s nice to have someone check on me to make sure I am okay, but it is starting to become something that I expect which I don’t want. I don’t want to expect anything from him. I don’t want to feel upset or overthink things like I did in the past. I legit already think too deeply about our relationship.

Things I think about our in our friendship:

1. He hates talking to people, but he makes sure that our snap streak doesn’t die, he calls to check up on me, and he likes to tell me about randomly occurrences in his life. I also know A LOT about him and his life.

2. I still think about those 2 months where we were basically in like full couple-mode and talked about sleeping together. 

3. We stopped couple-mode, but then we continued to talk about sleeping together. I know in the past that he was a whore, but he isn’t right now. 

4. He ended our sexual relationship. I don’t care about it ending, but I am wondering why he stopped. I know a lot of things happened around that time so I didn’t pry too much when he told idk. Personally, I think he chose to end it for me because I brought up how hard it was on me to deal with since I don’t talk about sleeping with my friends. My friends are my friends and that is it. So I think he stopped because he was be considerate of me, and he wanted to keep flirting with Victoria (LOL)

5. Is our relationship what he really thinks a best friend relationship is? Because, we have crossed that line for me. Right now, I don’t even know what we are, but I don’t think “best friends” is the right term. I just wonder how it will all go when we get S/O’s because we spend a lot of time together. 

6. My biggest thing: What will we be like when we meet each other in person? I think Taylor is actively avoiding that despise how much he talks about wanting to do things together. I wouldn’t particularly say I am pushing to meet either though because I like to be able to control my environment, but Taylor is an anomaly that I can’t read nor do I have past experiences to fall on. 

Like I stated in my last post though, our friendship had become much more normal now that we don’t talk about sleeping together, and we have stopped sending each other pictures. The pictures are still saved, but I don’t think either of us look at them. I guess it will just be dealt with when the time comes or a need arises. We are both single right now so it doesn’t really matter. 

That’s all for now. Byeee. 

-P

[kurootoot]

at the mercy of - professor toji (3/4)

the next day, the ordeal has you late for class. professor fushiguros one.

pairing: fem!reader x toji fushiguro

warnings: age gap, teacher-student relationship, NON-CON, fingers ;), thigh fucking, degradation, praise kink, public space

words: 2.8k

previous part: part 2

you tussled in your bed. i had a good sleep last night, you thought to youself. you stretched your back and hands like a cat, letting out a lazy groan. with your eye's fluttering open, you saw the morning light stream into your room. the trees and their branches outside your window cast shadows that danced around your floor. it was beautiful... except... why did the light look so bright?! you immediately jumped up off your bed and turned to your clock.

11:15 AM

scrambling for your phone, you mumbled under your breath "fuck, fuck, fuck!".

when you finally found it, you opened your time table.

Tuesday, 11.00am - GENERAL BUSINESS (PROF. FUSHIGURO)

your fucking luck.

you got ready at lightning speed.

well, i'm only late because of you anyway, fucktard. i forgot to set my alarm because- because i was... nevermind

you threw on whatever was laying around, grabbed your totebag and ran the fuck out of your dorm.

—

when you reached the outside of the lecture hall, you stood in front of the door, not wanting to go in. you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed the handle.

the door creaked open loudly, making the professor standing in front of you stop whatever he was saying and earning the attention of basically the entire hall.

you gulped.

"well look who finally decided to show up." professor fushiguro said into the microphone.

it was 11.25am by the time you’d reached, twenty-five minutes late for a one hour lecture.

"i'm sorry professor fushiguro, i was-"

"so, you think you're better than everyone else here huh?" he cut you off before you could apologise properly. he was still speaking into the mic. your cheeks burned.

"so everyone else has to come here on time but you? no no no, miss y/n gets to come whenever she likes."

this earned a few "ooo"s from the crowd.

"also, what the fuck are you wearing." a few students chuckled at the professor swearing. usually, professors weren't allowed to swear in class, but no one was going to report him anyway.

you glanced down. you were wearing a white mini skirt, and it was painfully short. you usually only wore it out for parties or to the club, and it so happened to be laying around when you were getting ready today. without even thinking about it, you had put it on. you self-consciously tugged at your skirt to pull it down.

your throat was tight. "i'm sor-"

"meet me after class." he said sternly.

this time, there were many more "ohhhhh"s and "ooooo"s from the crowd. some people even clapped their hands.

you bowed your head down, making your way up to a seat while people's eyes followed you.

—

throughout the entire class, you couldn't concentrate. you took out your materials and had a pen in your hand, but the words just floated around the page and the professors voice drifted in and out of your head.

you kept thinking about how stupid you were.

out of all the classes, you just had to be late for this one.

more than anything else, you worried about meeting him after class. the thought of him scolding you made you wince because he was so damn terrifying. but most of all... you were scared that scolding wasn't the only thing he was going to do to you.

you kept your eyes locked on your table.

—

"okay that's it for today folks. your assignment's due next friday and i will not give a fuck about giving you marks if you forget it." he annouced, signalling the end of the class.

you gulped. the time you had dreaded finally came.

you picked up your things slowly, packing up while students slowly left the lecture hall. some people whispered amongst themselves before looking back at you.

you put your tote bag on your shoulder, and hesitantly made your way down to the front.

sitting on a chair that was directly in front of the lecturer's desk, you avoided professor fushiguro’s gaze by looking down at the floor, waiting for the last few students to trickle out of the room.

the last person went through the door, closing it with a loud bang.

it was just you and him now.

—

suddenly, you felt that the room was extremely, extremely small—suffocatingly so. you continued to avoid his eye contact.

"so,"

his first word made you shudder.

"firstly, you burst into my office unannounced. secondly, you swear at me. then, you proceed to be late for my class." he looked up at you now, you could feel his gaze even though your eyes were looking down.

"is that right?"

you said nothing.

"look at me you bitch"

your eyes slowly moved upwards to meet his gaze. it was piercing and cold. you wanted to die.

"i can't have this kind of attitude in my class. keep this up and i'll throw you out." his words were curt and cutting.

"you really are a brat, aren't you? miss y/n just does whatever miss y/n wants to do. i bet you think the whole fucking world revolves around you."

you didn't.

now, he got out of his seat. you never once broke eye contact as he made his way around the table.

the professor was now standing in front of you. you could feel his pants brushing against your knees.

suddenly, he leaned down. one arm rested on the handle next to you, while and other went downwards—suspiciously so. 

his face was on top of yours. you looked away.

"and what the fuck is this?" he hissed softly. his other hand had picked up the corner of your skirt. just for a brief moment, his fingers grazed over your thigh lightly as he did. your breath hitched.

his fingers were rough, just as you had imagined.

once again, his hot breath was on your face.

you knew where this was going. you thought about the fact that the doors weren't locked.

"look at me" he grunted. you could feel every word he uttered.

your face strained to turn to him. this way, his lips were only about an inch in front of yours and his eyes pierced through you.

"you need to be punished." he said plainly.

you felt your heart stop.

—

"get up." he commanded, he was now standing straight.

you slowly rose from your seat. your bodies felt like they could almost press against each other, although they didn't. he towered over you, and his chest was much larger than your shoulders.

before you could process anything, he had grabbed you by the wrist harshly and flung you towards the table. you were thrown with such force that you had folded in half onto the surface. your ass was now up in the air and on display for him.

you didn't dare look back, moving to get up from your elbows when-

"stay." and you did.

it felt like eons had passed. you couldn't see what he was doing.

he was actually staring at your ass. the way the mini skirt covered it was so fucking sexy. it was so short that it barely covered your cheeks, revealing your sweet, supple skin that lay just below it. the pleats rested over the curve of your plump bottom. he could see your white underwear just a little and he smirked. that's fucking hot, he thought.

then, when you felt a large hand smooth over your skirt on your ass cheek, you gasped.

he moved slowly, as if savouring every inch, every curve, the soft flesh. soon, it was two hands roaming on your ass. his left hand squeezed one buttcheek, while the right continued smoothing over your other one. he continued doing this painfully slowly, his immense hands alternating between rubbing and squeezing. it was excruciatingly erotic. you felt yourself get wet.

then, in an instant, he flipped your skirt over. it was completely lifted up, revealing your white underwear. he wasted no time, immediately placing his hands onto your bare ass cheeks and squeezing. now, his hands were directly on your skin. you could feel the roughness of it. this made your pussy clench.

he stepped forward. his front pressed onto your ass, hands still holding the sides.

"miss, y/n..." he slurred, "you need to be careful about what you wear..."

he pulled you off the table by grabbing you around the waist, pressing your entire back onto his abdomen and chest. he rested his chin on your shoulder. you could feel his hard, muscular body, his chest muscles, his abs, and something else too...

"if you go around lookin like that, what the fuck am i supposed to do?" he hissed.

he pressed his mouth against your ear when he said this, sending vibrations into your ear and shock waves down your spine... and right to your pussy. you let out an audible gasp.

he now removed his hands from your ass and held the sides of your hips, his body still completely plastered against yours. he leaned forward, pressing his hard dick into your ass. the edge of the table prevented you from moving away. the only thing you could do was stand there and let him press into you.

these sensations were driving you crazy. when you were in his office, sure you had seen is dick before and felt it in your hand and mouth, but you hadn't felt it for real. his dick was larger than you remembered, feeling the long length from the sensation against your ass. he pressed you so deep onto the table that he was practically fucking you. at least that's what it felt like.

his head nuzzled into your neck.

"you turn me on too much..." it came out muffled, his lips grazing against your sensitive skin.

then, one of his hand creeped forward from its position, following the bone of your hip and circling to the front—

you let out a weak moan. this earned a smirk from the professor.

his hand was now on your clit, with just your thin underwear between you and his skin.

when you looked down, you realised just how wet you were. a large pool had formed at your sex, turning a big patch of your white underwear translucent. the sight of his hand on you could have killed you.

slowly, he started circling his fingers. you breathed slowly and heavily.

his face was next to yours, your cheeks pressing together.

"fuckkk... miss y/n. you're so wet for me." the way he said "wet" was just how you imagined he'd say it last night.

you couldn't utter a word.

then, he removed his fingers from your clit, and slipped his hand under the waistband of your underwear.

his fingers were on your clit again, but now—directly. your head dropped down in ecstasy. you were right — his rough fingers on your clit was driving you absolutely insane.

he started moving his fingers, dipping in and out of your folds and circling around your clit before dipping in again. he continued to press his cock into your ass. you moaned softly—whimpering almost.

“mmm, does this feel good, miss y/n?” he purred.

“y-yes! professor. it feels so good...” you whimpered.

“that’s good baby”

his other hand moved up your front, slipping under your shirt.

when his hand touched your bare tit, he sniggered.

"no bra again?"

you nodded.

"fucking slut," he hissed.

at this, he cupped your breast into his hand. he squeezed softly, then started fondling it and playing with your nipple. he took your nipple between his fingers, twisting gently, before cupping your entire tit again.

then, he started thrusting his hips lightly between your cheeks.

with every thrust, you felt his hard on deeper into you and your body shifted forward just slightly, sending you onto his fingers just a little more. you threw your head back and let it rest on his muscular shoulder. when your head tilted slightly, you could make out the bodies of students walking past from the small window on the door. the window was frosted—so they couldn't see you, but anyone could have walked through that door in an instant.

he hummed into your ear, letting you know how good this felt for him. your mind was blank.

you could feel him get harder with every thrust, his girthy cock in between your soft cheeks. he continued stroking you. you too, were getting painfully aroused, feeling a climax build up in you.

soon, whimpers were uncontrollably escaping your lips. all the sensations were overwhelming. the feeling of his hard cock on your ass, his fingers on your clit, his hand massaging your nipple...

just as you were about to come, he pulled his fingers out of your underwear and stopped grinding his hips. you sighed at the loss of contact. from your peripheral vision, you could see him dip his fingers into his mouth.

"you taste so fucking good, miss y/n" he said in a low, raspy voice.

his tongue lapped at his own fingers, savouring the salty taste.

"come baby, taste yourself."

his rough fingers were soaked, coated with his saliva and your juices. he pressed them into your soft lips. you tasted salty and your tongue curled against his fingers and swirled around them. you sucked at his fingers as he bobbed them in and out of your mouth.

"goooood" he purred.

then, he removed his fingers with a pop.

his other hand detached from your tit. the only thing holding you know was his body firmly pressing you into the table.

you heard the clinking of his belt and swallowed. what was he planning on doing?

his throbbing dick was freed, and for a while he stroked himself with the slick from his fingers--a mixture of his saliva, yours, and your juices. he threw his head back at the sensation.

then, you felt a his tip poke at your ass. you closed your eyes in anticipation. his tip was swollen and you could feel it. it was intoxicating.

he slowly slid his dick forward. you had expected his cock to enter your cunt when he reached there, but instead, he just slipped right past it. you looked down and saw the tip of his cock emerge from between your legs. it grazed your clit and you wanted to scream.

"keep your thighs together baby," he ordered.

you stepped your feet closer together and clenched your thighs.

you exhaled sharply and he groaned at this new pressure.

"that's it..." he slurred.

then, he starting pulling out—agonisingly slowly. your head fell forward and you moaned loudly. his thick dick dipped into your folds and spread them wide, dragging across your clit and pussy.

when he pushed forward again, you saw his tip from the appear from the front again. this sight made you dizzy.

he thrusted in and out of your thighs, ever slowly and savouring every sensation. both of you were a groaning mess. you felt warm on his cock, and the way your folds wrapped around his dick felt unbelievably good. the directly contact of your wet, soft pussy was excruciating for him.

then, he started to pick up the pace. he thrusted through your thighs harder, and faster. you whimpered loudly and he groaned into your ear again.

"ugh, you sound so fucking pretty when you moan like that baby" hearing him call you that pet name made your pussy clench around his dick.

"UGH-" he grunted loudly. that felt so good.

he started thrusting even faster. your climax was approaching. every time his dick grazed over your clit, you let out a soft gasp.

now he hooked his arms under your arms, holding you in place while he pounded your thighs. his face was nuzzled in your hair and you could hear his grunts right next to your ear.

his pace was unrelenting. your moans became lewd and uncontrollable. the whole room echoed of the sound of your moans, his grunts, and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

you felt your vision get blurry and your heat had built up painfully. you were going to come.

just as you were about to come, toji let out a monstrous, throaty groan.

his cock twitched violently, and before you know it, thick white strands of cum streaked out of his throbbing tip and onto your thighs.

at this, you came as well, waves of pleasure shook your body, and your legs went weak.

the professor held you up with his arms still hooked under yours, cum still leaking from his cock.

he hugged you from the back, letting his head rest against your back between your shoulders.

you both breathed heavily, not moving away.

after a while, he pulled out of your thighs, and you groaned at the loss of contact.

pulling up his pants, he walked back around the table wordlessly, leaving you slumped on the table with your elbows barely supporting you.

you were still dazed.

looking down the table, a tissue box was flung right between your arms and landed with a thud. when you looked up, the professor had already started to walk towards the door.

—to be continued—

click here: part 4

author’s note: i have nothing to say. just ;)

JK i hope yall liked that! thank you guys so much for the overwhelming support on the first part😭😭 do drop me a follow to get the update on part 4 as soon as its posted and reblog to share the goodies ;*

side note:

please please PLEASE note that this is fiction. in no way is this appropriate at all in the real world and i’m not suggesting that. also, YOUR BODY IS YOURS no matter what the fuck you wear and it’s not your responsibility to care about men’s behaviour. if anyone does act in this way, please alert the police or someone you trust cos ITS NOT OKAY. (unless it’s toji fushiguro…..)

[cyoc49]

Model Student

The clock was at 9:55 as I walked into my World History lecture. There were several students around me who had arrived early and were already set up. I made my way to one of the seats, got my stuff out, and at 10 AM sharp Prof. Elwyn began to lecture. I’ll admit, for a gen ed history professor, he had made these first few weeks of class pretty enjoyable. He was the type of guy who knew a lot of stuff about the history of the world, and was eager to share his accumulated knowledge with us. The type of professor who almost seemed on another level with his smarts. At the very least, he made taking history as a college junior bearable.

“Today, class, we’ll be talking about the earliest days of civilization,” he began, “the time known as ‘Before the Current Era’. What’s interesting about this period is that due to the relative lack of artefacts and documents, historians have to be creative in how they construct understandings of what the people of these times were like. This is why studying history is so important: those who truly understand history can control the narrative of how humans lived. It’s almost as if-”

Prof. Elwyn’s lecture was then interrupted, as it had been the last few weeks, as Manny strolled in ten minutes late and dropped into the back of the classroom, playing music on his phone and slurping on the end of a Big Gulp soda.

Manny and I were in the same grade, and throughout my time here he had always been a pretty bad student. He was always late to class (on those days when he attended), and I don’t think I had ever seen him do homework. He preferred to hang out with his group of friends, usually going out to the bar rather than doing any kind of studying.

He didn’t bother me too much (it wasn’t my tuition he was wasting, after all), but when he got in the way of professors doing their job like today, it was hard to ignore how much of a jackass he was.

Prof. Elwyn sighed as Manny came in, and simply stared at him while he caused this scene. After a few moments, Prof. Elwyn calmly but firmly asked “Manny, please turn off that music.” Manny obliged, but took his sweet time to hit pause.

Prof. Elwyn continued “This is the third time this week you’ve arrived late and caused a scene. You’re interfering with your fellow students’ ability to learn, and that’s not fair to them. If you’re going to remain in this class, I’m going to need to see improvement in your behavior.”

Manny scoffed, putting his feet up on the desk. “Dude, you really think this class is important enough for you to be demanding shit from me? This is a fucking gen ed, nobody wants to be here. Let me sit back, get my C, and go on with my day.”

One of the students closer to the front spoke up “He’s always been like this, Professor, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, shut up!” Manny angrily retorted.

Prof. Elywn let out another sigh at Manny’s reaction “I really do see the makings of a great student in you, if you actually tried. If only your history had been different.”

And without saying another word, Prof Elwyn raised his right hand and snapped.

  The clock was at 9:55 as I walked into my World History lecture. There were several students around me who had arrived early and were already set up. One of them, currently at the front of the class turning in his homework, was Manuel. As I settled into my seat, I noticed he seemed to be having a good-natured conversation with the professor about something relating to Ancient Egypt. That didn’t surprise me; Manuel and I had been going to school together for 3 years, and he had to be one of the smartest and hardest working guys on campus. You pretty much had to in order to be an International Business and Finance double major like he was. It was clear he took college a lot more seriously than half the people here. To be fair, you could probably guess that just by looking at him: he dressed nicely for class every single day. I don’t think I had ever seen him without a collared shirt and dress pants. His hair was always combed nicely and he almost always had a textbook or two in hand.

We weren’t close friends, but we were friendly. He was nice to pretty much everyone, always willing to share answers and help people learn the material. He did seem like he had a bit of a stick up his ass sometimes, but that was just to do with how seriously he took school. Every time we were paired up for a group project, I knew we would get an A. That was reason enough to like him.

“I finished that book you recommended about the pharaohs of the Fourth Dynasty. I had never learned about Menkaure like that before!” I heard Manuel say to Prof. Elwyn.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it! If you’re interested in the rest of the series, stop by my office. I have a few of the books and you’re more than welcome to borrow them.” Prof. Elwyn responded.

“Will do!” Manuel beamed. He noticed the clock had hit 10:00, and he returned to his seat in the front row with his notebook set up, including no fewer than five different colored highlighters.

“Today, class,  we’ll be talking about the earliest days of civilization,” Prof. Elwyn began his lecture, “the time known as ‘Before the Current Era’. And studying this period is one of my favorite things to do, because historians use such creative methods to tell the story ancient civilizations. Those who truly understand history can control the narrative of how these people lived.”

He gave us all a knowing smile “And believe me, that’s quite the power to have.”

He opened a PowerPoint and continued on with the lecture. I intermittently took notes, trying to keep up as best I could. If nothing else, I knew I could ask Manuel for his notes after class. I had seen that guy’s notebook before, and Jesus. It could probably qualify as an encyclopedia. It was nice having at least one good student in the classroom.

[levi-supreme]

REI!! UR PROF. LEVI THREAD IS JUST AMAZING I NEED MOREEEE.

stg i took stats this year and if i had read this sometime earlier in the school year i would've been motivated to do well on all my fucking tests :,D

en ee wayz, do u have more prof. levi brain rot pretty please ><

Anon!! Aww thank you so much for the love for stats prof Levi <3 also, don't worry. I am with you anon!!! I hope stats prof Levi can still motivate you to practise your stats and do well ^^

Also I know you sent this during May which was my exam period, and I'm so sorry for getting to this so late!!! >//< enjoy some Stats Prof Levi headcanons!!

Characters: Statistics Professor!Levi x University student fem!reader

Warnings: Not SFW below the cut, minors and ageless blogs dni. Characters are based off my statistics professor Levi writings. Mentions of kinks.

SFW

Professor Ackerman always has a cup of hot tea and your favourite biscuits waiting for you when you come over every Saturday; it's like his way of showing you how excited he is to see you. Although his house is already extremely neat and dust-free, he still vacuums the entire house before you come over, turns on his aroma diffuser, and even changed the water in his goldfish bowl because he knows how much you love looking at his goldfish.

As your visits to his home became more frequent, and you started coming over for reasons outside of getting those extra statistics lessons, Professor Ackerman started making his home a little more accommodating and conducive for you. He kept a space for you to put some clothes in his cupboard, he got you a pink toothbrush to match his green one, and he got you your own mug even though you insisted you could just use one of his many mugs in his collection.

Professor Ackerman doesn't display his affection through words often, but he shows his love for you in his own way. He buys you dinner when you come for your night classes after work, he allows you to doze off during his lectures. He also makes sure to drive you home so that you can sleep in his car on the way back. Sometimes, Professor Ackerman would just tell you to stay over because it's too late.

Professor Ackerman loves seeing you wear his clothes, especially wearing them for classes in university because if you two can't go public with your relationship, this is the best way for him to flaunt that you're his, and you are off-limits. He loves hearing the whispers of your classmates, murmurs of "isn't that Professor Ackerman's sweater?", "I saw her alighting from his car today", "are they wearing matching clothes?" making his feel extremely smug.

Not SFW

He goes absolutely w e a k when he hears you call him by his title; 'Professor' or 'Sir'. Hearing you address him by these titles only reminds him of how you two obviously have a different social status, and the imbalance between you two only makes him crave and want you more.

He loves your thighs. Always has his hands on your thighs whenever he can. Loves worshipping your thighs too. Featherlight kisses, wet and slow kisses, bites, hickies, marks left by his nails, imprints from the grabs and smacks. He goes unhinged whenever you wear shorts that flaunt your thighs and skin. Marks your thighs with bruises and demand you wear shorts the next day, letting him see his work of art.

Professor Ackerman loves it when you're the one in control. When you call the shots in bed, the power imbalance drives him mad. He loves seeing you dominate over him, telling him to do things to pleasure you, ordering him to do better, and praising him for doing a good job. "Feels good, sir", "You're doing fantastic", "Hmm, what a good boy for me", he can never get enough of your praises and words.

Professor Ackerman thrives in seeing you a hot sticky mess after rounds of passionate love making. Usually he would have gone for a shower immediately, but with you around, he found a newfound intimacy with simple acts such as cuddling. Feeling your skin against his, roaming his hands around your body to cup your breast, feeling your mixed juices flow down your thighs, Levi wished he can hold you in his arms like this forever.

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[jae-canikeepyou]

| into you | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 7.7k+

summary: as the uni campus’ social butterfly, it’s a given you have a lot of friends, invited to almost all gatherings and all adore you. for the latter, jaehyun does too. he’s so into you and likes how you’re his happy place. or; jaehyun— an unsocial, often misunderstood person, finds his behaviour different with you and perhaps wants to keep you for himself, not anyone else.

genre: fluff + elite!au

a/n: i’m back after a while since i’ve been so so busy! this is not proofread again and i’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes down there :> this is not canon with “letting go” scenario in case there’s any similarities with the characters. hehe anyway i hope you all enjoy reading! ♡ ~j.

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seated at the front row in the amphitheatre-shaped lecture hall, jaehyun frustratingly put his hood back on to hide himself from those who were staring from all around. they were definitely whispering about him, hands by their lips to conceal their voices in case he heard them. he hated this much attention, all because he chose stay of out school and classes— and claimed that it didn’t interest him.

so did coming today.

but the point was his attendance for this class was on the line and his busybody parents were sick of receiving phone calls or mails that kept filling their boxes, all for the same reason; that their son could be expelled despite handing assignments.

he rolled his eyes at the heat creeping up his ears as the whispers grew louder. he slammed the thin granite table, causing everyone to flinch at the sound and his presence. “can i have some quiet?! i can hear you guys talking crap about me!” he turned around at the pairs of eyes, soon frozen like meerkats.

they ticked him off. he couldn’t stand being in the same room with people who repeatedly questioned his existence of being here. he knew that rumours were going around, that the ‘jeong jaehyun’ in high school got into an private elite university— it could be anywhere but never expected it‘d be this campus. it was written in the judgment of their faces.

“chill man,” a guy his age swung his lollipop with legs on the desk. “some are curious why you decided to show up today since first semester’s a week away from ending, while some even wonder why you got into such prestigious and elite university.”

jaehyun’s eyed him slowly from legs to head. “who are you supposed to be?” he snorted at the stranger.

“just a guy who wants to break the distraught you’re trying to start.” he kicked his legs off the desk and stood up on his suede shoes, showing off his pearly whites.

he looked at everyone whose eyes averted from the two of them. “our town’s a small neighbourhood, so everybody knows everybody. we know exactly who you are, jeong jaehyun.”

“excuse me?” he swirled his tongue that it was evident he was pissed. “careful what you accuse me of. you and i both know it’s not going to end well-”

“they’re near they’re near!” a voice echoed the hall, cutting jaehyun’s attempt to intimidate the young man any further.

and with that signal alone, jaehyun could see and observe ladies fixing their hair and make-up, while the guys gave fistbumps to those near them. he rolled his eyes at him returning the favour to them as the guy unbuttoned his collar. “what’s wrong with you?” jaehyun was utterly weirded out. “with everyone?”

the crimson-haired guy only gave a flirty grin with raised brows. “this happens everytime.“

the door swung open with the professor rushing in. the students swifted heads, it wasn’t the first time he ever was late. he was young and good-looking, and it was hard to believe he still a bachelor. he gestured someone at the door, then the held-in giggles and mumbles were soon replaced with whispers of awe, as you walked in carefully with a tower of binder folders halfly covering your view.

clearly the guys around him have been secretly admiring; some had the confidence of taking selfies even if you were far, while others took a picture with their eyes so you were marked in their memories. ladies flocked towards the flustered professor like little chicks and surrounded him.

and that’s when the comments started coming in.

“park seojoon is so hot.” “hey remember to use ‘professor’.” “i guess genes runs in the family.” “his sister is ethereal too.” “i see her weekly and y/n’s a goddess.” “y/n! are you coming to the party tonight?”

jaehyun knew who you were through social media and common friends. and he included himself part of the people who admire you. he also remembered because he bumped into you during orientation. he wouldn’t usually care about passerby’s and strangers and although that was a brief moment and short eye contact, something about you was hard to not forget. you had people and friends under a charming spell he couldn’t describe, and that was in a good way.

you tucked a strand behind your ear and became shy afterwards as they whistled and cheered towards your gesture, making you heat up a thousand degrees higher. you should be used to this but every time it happens, you were just as flustered as your brother.

jaehyun’s legs got up on its own and was surprised at himself for making his way to help you. he picked up the fallen binder files and scattered papers while the whiskers by your eyes creased up in shyness.

he hitched a breath realising that the clumsy you was adorable too.

“thank you.” a smile then appearing at the corners of your lips caused jaehyun to freeze for a while. yuta wouldn’t miss anyone’s reaction. he slid his chair close to jaehyun’s as the he came back, nudging his chair for him to give into your beauty.

“i know a person with heart eyes when i see one. now you understand why we’re whipped for y/n. isn’t she a babe- agh.” he held the back of his head from the smack.

“don’t call me that, nakamoto.” you hissed sharply with how confident and careless he could get, especially with people you weren’t familiar with. you looked at the guy in a black sweater and let out an embarrassed sigh. “i’m sorry about my annoying best friend. yuta tends to be chatty when he feels lonely.” you winked at him.

it was jaehyun’s turn to flash short chuckle, its faint sounds perked not only your ears, but yuta’s as well. “not a problem. i know a lonely person when i see one.” jaehyun emphasised through his gaze.

“i’m not lonely! i have y/n and my men!” he whined and turned towards you. “see what you did y/n?”

“it’s good to finally see you, jeong jaehyun.” you ignored yuta and brought out a hand for a greeting.

you pursed your lips to stifle a laugh, jaehyun’s ears quickly turned from pink to red. he gulped loudly and took your hand in his, eyebrows lifting at how you knew his name.

lost for words and you both locked eyes where he forgot to let your hands go. “we take the same course together? i know your name because you’re the only one missing from the class-” you said, shaking his hands to subtly let him know it had been a minute since your hands felt his vainey flesh.

“okay young lad that’s enough time holding my sister.” seojoon separated your hands and jaehyun snapped out of his admiration, inhaling quite stressfully with how stupid he looked. “get to your class y/n.”

“alright, i’ll see you at tea hour.” you waved at the boys.

“as long as you’re treating i’ll go.” yuta hummed in a monotonous voice, fixing his laces that went untied.

“i’m not talking to you dimwit.” you flicked his forehead, leading to your satisfaction of the nut-like sound from it. “jaehyun, because you missed yesterday’s class, prof assigned me to assist you, along with the other topics you’ve yet to cover. i’ll be expecting you at the café near campus.”

before you stepped out of the hall, yuta pulled your sweater, yanking you back. “are you going to taeyong’s party tonight? you never miss an event!”

you puckered your lips, pinching his cheeks that a cute gummy smile came out from it. “you know my rules. as long as you’re driving me home, i’ll go. see you later.”

jaehyun nodded yet was still in a daze. he realised what you said when yuta pushed him. “gross. don’t act as if we’re already close.”

“hm? was i really? i think it’s normal when you’re making a move on my best friend.” he brought out his laptop and typed his password.

i wasn’t. “whatever.”

and to say that jaehyun didn’t feel butterflies flying uncontrollably in his stomach would be an understatement. they made the intestine churn in ways he couldn’t imagine, and he himself wanted to deny that what he was feeling was just from the influence of others. but wouldn’t that mean his feelings were temporary? because if it were, he should perceive you an ordinary person.

yet here he was outside, still admiring you before he entered the café. he found it was amusing of how oblivious you were of his presence— you were too immersed into this assigned task by professor, but others found it funnier when jaehyun looked stupidly in-love and cowardly the lad looked, despite having the overall aura of a stuck-up.

as the sun’s rays brightened the city and the wind’s breeze made the trees leaves dance, only then had you raise your head to see jaehyun waving at you. ten minutes early, not bad for an actual first impression. “hey,” he greeted, making you smile with his low but gentle voice. “am i late?”

you took your bag from across and asked him to sit down. “no no. you’re just in time, it’s really nice to have an early bird around.”

his dimples deepened at the compliment. “how about the project? is it too late? you think i can still catch up?” jaehyun cleared his throat.

“that depends on your dedication. based on the record professor gets, you’ve been doing your tasks and homework quite diligently. he’s just worried about your habit of not attending his lectures might lead to procrastination when second semester starts.” you gave him a slice of cheesecake to eat. “he’s still teaching us another subject.”

“it’s quite the contrary.” he dove in for the dessert. “i don’t have the will to procrastinate at all.”

“then good.” you twisted the pen in your fingers. “let’s get started?”

for that span of two hours, how he wished it could be more. who knew you would have a lot of things in common with him? that time alone was not enough to talk about vinyl and jazz singers and pretty much everything that were overlooked by people. he brought up his favourite spots in the city and how they became a safe haven to escape the reality.

to cut the explaining short, his shell slowly started to open, bits and new things were showing. if you were surprised he was a good person, jaehyun himself couldn’t believe he was able to converse with people normally. being the awkward and shy type, doing this almost seemed impossible.

was it your magic that caused him to do so?

you learnt that jaehyun was rather special and by special it meant he had gifts that you believed were way beyond human limits. he never studied in a library, rewatched lectures or written his notes. and the professor mentioned how jaehyun received good grades in most of the things he submitted.

to be very honest, you were a little jealous. from how he was sitting in front of you, he didn’t seem to be interested but was definitely listening. and you sort of gave up in continuing anyway. “i don’t understand why i’m told i need to guide you when you’ve already caught up with everything.” you let out a soft chuckle that seemed more of a question.

“i was waiting for you to stop..” jaehyun said quite blatantly and stretched his arms and you were hurt because if he didn’t want to, he could’ve said so. heck, even more so, he shouldn’t have come here and wasted time-

“..because it looked like you were forced to do this by prof.” his smile then faded seeing you mirror the same. “are you alright? you’re a little pale..”

your eyes widened. “oh uh, sorry, i assumed-” you sputtered and probably died inside with what he said. you cursed in your mind. dammit y/n.

jaehyun raised his brows, making you more flustered and panicky. you sighed and waved your ‘its-nothing’ hand. “assumed that i’m brusque and a stuck-up?”

he pierced his eyes at you and you weren’t going to lie, he scared you a bit. but that fear immediately disappeared when a gentle giggle and adorable dimples replaced it. “i get that a lot, but don’t worry. i’m different from what people think. they think i’m not friendly, a-and a loner too.”

“you’re not.” he heard you counter him, slightly slamming the fork down. “if you were, you wouldn’t be here with me. or even bothered to come.”

his heart became warm through your words, that act of kindness torn down his walls of inferiority and his perception towards people changed. “thanks.” he checked the time on his watch and twisted his wrist to show to you. “don’t you have a party to attend to?”

“lee taeyong’s?” you stood up to leave the café. “i feel like skipping it for tonight. i’m not in the mood for parties somehow.”

“because i’m a better company for you?” jaehyun teased and boy was he proud with his remark, you didn’t even deny it. “you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. it’s better to have time for yourself sometimes.”

“you’re saying from experience?” you asked, putting pressure on your words about his claim of being alone.

“it’s more of an advice for you.” he winked.

you thought he was quite observant even though he barely socialised with others. he noticed the light in your eyes sparkling, in which he felt his chest squeeze. you twirled in your toes as you hugged your laptop. “say.. are you up for a movie marathon?”

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including now, it’d be the fourth time you both have rewind the specific scene just for that certain song jaehyun kept singing nonstop. and although you loved his voice, having the song on replay would be a little too much and the purpose of the marathon might go in vain. it seemed jaehyun was way into it, so interrupting him would be mean of you so you sang along.

“the nostalgia still hits me ‘til this day.” jaehyun tossed a bag of chips from your kitchen island to you.

jaehyun kept saying it may sound stupid and corny coming from him, but as a child he liked the whole high school musical series; and he pretty much became one when breaking free started to play.

because you both couldn’t decide where to watch the beloved movies by everyone, the marathon ended up being at your apartment. it was subtle, yet quite obvious to you he didn’t want it to be held in his place. you thanked your psychology course for giving lessons to notice even the little things in behaviour.

“how many times do i have to keep telling you it’s okay to like it? not like anyone would tease you for it.” you giggled as you opened the bag and popped a couple of chips into your mouth.

“yeah sure, but i know you would.” he squinted his eyes for you to admit that that was your plan eventually.

“have i?” you singsonged, sipping on the large cola cup.

he pointed at the hairbrush you held and suddenly you bursted out in laughter since jaehyun was obviously— maybe a little— offended with how you mimicked him singing earlier. “okay you caught me.”

jaehyun felt his entire body heating up. still in denial about actually being into you, he took a challenge upon himself and scooted next to you. his arms slightly brushed and touched against yours. “you in for hsm 2?”

“well we are having a marathon, might as well go for camp rock later.” you shrugged and eyed him with a confirming gaze.

“uh-huh.. but i’m still a fan of the trilogy.” jaehyun stole the chips in your hands.

“now aren’t you cheeky.” you gasped at his playful behaviour, and you didn’t dislike it. perhaps you prefer this naught over yuta’s as it didn’t get into your nerves or have the urge to hit him because of the hyperness.

he sat deeper into the beanbag. “i’m comfortable in here. your house feels too homey.”

“so is it my fault that you’re in your comfort zone?” you stated, taking the bag of chips back into your arms.

“yes.” he protested with frequent waves of his palms. “you’re too kind and i might come here to visit often.”

“suit yourself.”

since he arrived here it had him wondering, why did he decide to show up today at campus when there was actually a pure human being like you? he just needed a person— just one— to knock onto his heart. yet with many people in his life trying to do the same thing, none held the correct key. and somehow,

it had to be you.

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you’ve lost count of the number of times jaehyun has been hanging at your crib since then. it became a normal routine but never have you been to his place. it was always yours and you didn’t mind that. though he did promise, you respected his decision.

you found out he could be little dorky and corny but that was the unique trait about him. like friends at kindergarten, you both were still at a get-to-know-each-other stage. so that day, he created a schedule where he would hang out with you on wednesdays and fridays, claiming that he didn’t want to be seen by others, e.g. mr. nobody with ms. golden girl.

however, since then, people close to you have been looking at you rather differently. it wasn’t because they sometimes see jaehyun following you around, they sensed a different aura from you. you could feel their piercing stares from all directions, as if you were the centerpiece of a watch. there was something a little different than usual.

and you tried to ignore this ominous feeling for now.

yuta shook his legs vigorously, in which was an unsightly act to see for someone on the soccer team. you could see him from afar with his hands by his lips, biting it as he waited for your arrival at the university’s sports ground. jaehyun jogged towards you with his bag slung diagonally across his torso. he poked your neck and as a person with severe tickle spots, that caught you off guard into a fight-me position to the doer.

“chill, it’s just me.” jaehyun had both of his hands up, whiskers appearing just by the sides of his nose.

“jaehyun!” you relaxed your limbs. “got a better way of greeting? i don’t like being surprised.” you pulled the hem of his sleeve, missing how he pursed his lips in glee when you both instantly became close, like it was overnight.

he let you grab him as you both walked towards where yuta was standing by the bleachers. “i’m sorry?” he giggled loud enough only for you to hear. “i thought i’d get a priceless reaction from you.”

you rolled your eyes that it almost hurt doing so. “be glad i have enough patience for you.”

“and i didn’t have enough patience last night!” yuta joined the conversation seeing you and jaehyun before him. “where have you been? you said you were coming to my place yesterda- why is he here?” he looked at him then at you. “with you? again?”

“ever thought that i want to have my own ‘me’ time for once?” you took off your cardigan and placed it on the bleachers. you could feel jaehyun chuckling softly when you made reference to his remark.

and boy was he proud. “you’re emphasising on that quite often nowadays.” he helped you carry your bag as you to settled down.

“that’s because i never realised how true it actually is until i say it out loud, since being in everyone’s eyes does pressure me.” you balled your fists to nudge him lightly on the arm, and for him to dramatically receive the attack did put yuta in an awkward position.

“uh hello? i’m still here!” in front of you and jaehyun, yuta snapped his fingers several times to divert attention. “what’s going on with you two? how are you both suddenly so close when you’ve just met for the first time two weeks ago?”

jaehyun swifted his head towards you, and the telepathic exchange of words between you and him had yuta clicking his tongue in disbelief. “you were right, he will react.” jaehyun’s voice prolonged while munching on a corn dog.

“told you so.” you flicked your hair and turned to yuta as you continued talking. “bestie, we’ve been seeing each other since then.”

what the hell? the way yuta’s face turn sour at your smile towards jaehyun, he could almost faint right then and there since he swore he saw mr. dimples smile subtly at you too. “and with just that i’ve been replaced-”

“no i would never replace my best friend.” you held his palms hoping he would calm down from his high emotions, but he immediately pulled his hand away from you, much to your dismay. “hey, i’m here to make amends-”

“yeah?” he clicked on a pen and wrote something on a tissue, soon grabbing your bag from the seat and fished out your wallet. “then you’re treating me my meals for a month. i have another order right now.”

now it was your turn whose face became sour. “a month?! i can’t do that- hey!”

yuta tossed your credit card up in the air and upon seeing his eyes darken— though that was all in your head—you gave in and sighed heavily. you stomped your way to the caféteria while yuta comfortably put one leg on the benches with a satisfied grin. “man she’s easy to tease.”

“is that so? then i know now who she gets it from.” jaehyun said through his chews on his food, making yuta’s ears perk up at the response.

the atmosphere lingering between the two of them invited dark clouds. both could sense the change in their moods, and they both weren’t liking it.

yuta spun and played the ball on his hands then forearms, later let out a scoff when jaehyun raised his brows. he didn’t like the vibe jaehyun was giving and so did the latter. “i do it for fun. it’s natural between us.” yuta said.

“hm? she told me she doesn’t like it when you do.” he saw you on your tiptoes as you struggled to tell the order to the person at the high-levelled counter. but another scoff came out from yuta. “you got a proble-?”

“yeah kinda.”

“i don’t think so. i can tell it really bothers you when y/n hangs out with me.” jaehyun sat up straight at yuta’s comment about him.

“i should be. because i’m her best friend and who knows what type of person you are.” he did a few tricks with his legs. “but if you really want to know then your attitude is what i have problems with.”

“i remember telling you it wouldn’t be good for you when accuse me wrongly.”

he let out a monotonous and rather mocking laugh, taking jaehyun aback but he anticipated this kind of response from him. “and what? you’ll go berserk like you did years ago? as a high school freshman? beating the innocent up or whoever comes your way?”

“look i don’t know where the hell that came from but it’s not what you or everyone else thinks.” jaehyun aggressively crumpled the hotdog wrapper in his palms.

“c’mon you don’t have to hold it all in,” yuta set his ball aside and rested his hands on his waist. jaehyun was getting uncomfortable the more he listened to him. “unleash that side-”

jaehyun rolled his tongue, nodding his head to test him. “alright, i guess i don’t have to when i have feelings for y/n. thanks for the advice.”

what the..? yuta stared at him when there wasn’t a change in his expression. jerk- “now you’re talking. you wanna fight? let’s do that-”

“tsk yuta! the bill’s too expensive!” you whined and gently put down the tray.

while yuta clicked his tongue at your sudden entry and with how quickly you came back, for a moment jaehyun wanted to hug you for being his saviour. he was so close to lose his temper towards your best friend. the relief seen in his tensed shoulders, but you interpreted it otherwise. “are you okay?” you asked while you sat down beside him.

he hummed, folding his arms and looking at the distance, clearly avoiding eye contact with yuta. “mhm, i just realised the deadline is coming up in three days.” he excused.

you managed to utter out a giggle as you finally ate, finding out how jaehyun’s ears always turned red when given attention to. “you’re stressed about it?”

“aren’t you?” jaehyun drank the remains of his soda.

“not really since i finished mine. but, if you’re worried about your progress, i can help you.” you swirled the fork in the air like a wand. jaehyun smiled to himself when yuta took his ball to throw a fit.

“i’m not worried about the project. but there’s an annoying bug i’m trying to hit so help me.” jaehyun’s dimples appeared deeply again and as the darkening ombré sunset shoned his side profile, there you witnessed how pure he actually was— and you missed out on yuta’s frown towards jaehyun.

you gulped and almost choked on your own saliva, eyes still locked in jaehyun’s. his hair caught in the wind, making it look fluffy and his entire demeanour softer than you usually see him. you hitched a breath since jaehyun seemed like he had no plans to avert his gaze too. both of you were definely mesmerised and hypnotised, and for jaehyun it was just like that time. he remembered the colour palette of your makeup while you recalled the perfume he wore.

in the recent marathons with him you’ve never been this close, physically speaking. so this close-up really debunked the impression you heard from people, especially from yuta.

however, as you were oblivious with the pressure behind jaehyun’s words and even smiled back at him, yuta flicked your temple. he was indeed a worry wart and sometimes he would like to flick you just this once for being too much of a social butterfly. he knew it was in your nature to be kind and always on the look out for others. he’s fine when you were with anyone except with this guy you befriended. not him.

he dodged your flying limbs in attempts to hit him. “oi, you’re not going to ask how i am? if i’m worried?”

the pain from the flick remained on your temple. “no? you look fine to me-” you stared at your phone. the message reminding you of the singles elite party a month from today at 8pm. “a party?”

“yeah if you attended the previous party you’d know that there’ll be another one after taeyong’s.” yuta took off his shoes in change for his casual.

“hm. i’m don’t feel like going.” you jumped off the bleachers to dust off your pants. “probably gonna be boring.”

“i’m the one who’s holding it this time!” yuta put you under a headlock in his arms. “you’re ditching your best friend?!”

you giggled and ticked his sides and followed it with a playful hug. “just kidding. i heard from momo! i’ll be there.” you brushed your hair up into a messy bun while spotting jaehyun starting to feel out of place. “oh! do you wanna come to the party, jae?”

yuta mentally facepalmed and it was given he didn’t like what you did. but your eyes were quick to see his reaction and you slapped his chest. he glared at you while his hands caressed it. why did you have to invite him? it was the whole purpose why he decided to hold a party; maybe you’d finally appreciate his hardwork, or perhaps, notice him as someone more and as not a best friend who only worries and teases you.

jaehyun nodded in response, no words needed. a smile crept your lips as if you were given chocolates on valentine’s. “cool.” you pulled him on the wrist after hearing the coach calling yuta, followed with a loud whistle. “ah yuta, we‘ll get going! see you.”

“mm yeah..” yuta hummed, seeing you both vanish in the distance. “see you..”

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your sulking self laid sideways by jaehyun’s lap, head rested on a pillow. it’s been too long since yuta avoided you, purposely ditched your hangouts, seenzoned your messages and ignored your calls. as if these weren’t obvious enough for you to know something was up. there definitely was but you couldn’t put a finger to it. so you forced jaehyun to let you stay at his place, being it your apartment was currently invaded by your brother’s friends from abroad.

but honestly it was also because you discovered jaehyun’s unit was blocks away from yours. fate was gladly on your side.

“y/n, you know i can’t work properly when you’re like this.” jaehyun sighed while he adjusted his sitting posture and lifting his laptop.

you slightly and lazily your body turned upright, seeing his dimples beginning to show themselves. “let me be.” you complained.

jaehyun put down his laptop. “i can’t. you’re in my way of cramming hours. plus, how long have you been coming here? it’s getting too frequent..” he paused when your eyes were no longer on him— rather they were on your phone, staring at the last conversation from yuta.

he couldn’t bring himself to say that he was reason why yuta acting the way he was to you. and for all honesty he would keep this matter to himself. “did i do something wrong?” you asked.

“of course not. he’s probably in his emo phase. guys have them a lot more than you think.” jaehyun typed on the keyboard for the remaining parts of the essay. “but he’ll get out of it eventually.”

“fine i’ll trust on that.” you sat up and scooted over to see his progress. you submitted your assignment hours ago. looking at jaehyun, it seemed he was struggling at some parts. were you unconsciously pressuring him? the beads of sweat began to roll down his temples and that made you giggle if it was the case. uh-huh. he was really feeling that way.

he gulped so loudly that it came out as a weird noise. he hoped you didn’t hear that. but the way you pursed your lips to hold the laughter in only had him discontinuing his report. “d-don’t do that.”

“do what?” you snicker.

jaehyun rolled his eyes and poked your forehead. “you’re too distracting.”

oh how the tables have turned. that comment flipped your head upside down, your heart in a frenzy and stomach churning. it wasn’t “so”, but “too”— that only meant he wasn’t concentrating on his work for a while.

even so, you waited for him to finish despite questionable feelings you’ve been feeling. his coffee cup already did seconds and thirds. and suddenly you remembered the happy hour the local café was promoting and there was a few minutes left until it ends for the day. you had to bring him there.

but you decided that because you wanted to be out of that suffocating air jaehyun caused.

—

the more you walked faster, the more jaehyun’s wrist reddened and hurt. but he let you be as he liked how you were comfortable with someone like him. your hair flowed with the wind, the remains of your shampoo left a sweet scent. was it lavender? and the wind blew stronger, making the scent clearer to the nose. his heart skipped beats, because it was indeed lavender. he swore in his head. scrap aside the frequent marathons and meet-ups. lavender’s all the more reason why fell for you quickly than ever.

and when the local café closed early for the day, you almost lost sight of the pedestrian signs. jaehyun pulled you in as the light emitted red. though you had your emotions get the best of you, you realised how childish you were for something so minor. you laughed in awkwardness, he did too. “i didn’t want anyone to see this side-”

warmth. that was all you thought of right there. you were in his embrace.

“..of me.” you soon mumbled in his chest, realising later of the action he just did. “jaehyun-”

“it’s okay. i don’t too.” his hand gently caressed the back of your head, treating it with care as if he held a newborn baby. “so can i keep you?”

that warmth became hotter, almost boiling that you weren’t able to breathe properly. “i’m sorry.” he said, that must’ve surprised you.” jaehyun chuckled.

surprised? of course you were. how was it natural for him to do skinship? and that smoothly? you both weren’t at that stage yet, let alone have a relationship with mutual feelings. even yuta couldn’t hug you because of how conscious you felt.

but then again, you looked up. you saw his ears. it was red, the usual reaction whenever you were with him. was it normal though? you were never aware of it up until now.

because it was so clear now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow? i have to help my mom with some things.” you lied as you scratched your neck.

jaehyun nodded and pulled away. “alright, go on ahead.”

you poked his dimples because he has been staring at you like he had questions to ask. “what is it?”

maybe he didn’t notice or maybe he did, but he was leaning closer, his head tilting to the side and eyes staring into your soul. you knew what he was about to do, you feel like letting him do so but at the same time you weren’t sure of your feelings.  

just a little more and you could’ve locked lips but..

your phone vibrated.

in panic you looked at your device and eyes widened that brought jaehyun aback.

“ah yuta!” you brought your phone so close to your face, not believing your best friend’s announcement on social media, in which he then followed up with a text message.

the light in your eyes was something jaehyun liked seeing, but didn’t so as well.

“oh! he said the concept for the elites’ party is live wardrobe. all singles will go through a ballot draw. it’s for the clothes to wear for the night..” you locked your phone. “tsk i wanted to wear my favourite dress.”

“i think you’ll look great in whatever gown is chosen for you.” jaehyun pat your head while you were immersed in your phone. “now go. it’s getting late.”

“i’ll expect the same for you.” you replied.

he laughed and that didn’t want to make you leave just yet. “nah don’t. i’m just ordinary in a suit.”

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funny how he was so damn wrong.

fate let him draw red, and confidently chose a suit once it was his turn to change. it was as if he knew this attire would go well with him. a suede texture with a black outline on its collar accentuated his brushed up light brown hair, while his black under-shirt contrasted with his porcelain skin. gladly it wasn’t halloween, or else you would’ve mistaken him for a vampire.

he had you feeling all sorts of things, and you didn’t know why when you were nothing more than friends.

an hour ago he was in his usual casual wear. now he was surrounded with ladies who already seemed like they were friends with him for decades. you could see jaehyun was uncomfortable but he kept his cool with folded arms as he leaned against a column. the comments from them irritated you, because at one point they were badmouthing him— and the second he showed up they flooded him with compliments of his good looks and how they named him the “model elite”.

you swirled the wine glass in your hand, the other arm hugged your waist. you rolled your eyes at the falseness these people have towards him. “can’t believe it.” your fingers curled as irritation began to cover your sight. “look at them trying to make a move on him. erlgh too close. they weren’t like that before.”

sicheng rolled his tongue, hands in pockets and walked to be in front of you. “really? you weren’t like that before too.” he pointed out.

“i agree. recently you’re stuck like glue whenever you’re with him.” yuta gestured.

“am so not?” you gasped while your eyes trailed to jaehyun, who was still had patience for the ladies surrounding him. “i just like how he’s a good friend.”

“doubt it.” sicheng poked your cheek. “you wouldn’t feel like this when you have feeli-”

not this again. “i’m grabbing a drink.” yuta suddenly cut the conversation.

“get me one too!” the younger one yelled and after he was satisfied with the gesture, he winced as you pinched his sides from the remark he said earlier. “ow! y/n! it’s true though! i know what i’m seeing!”

truthfully, nothing about sicheng’s words or actions bothered you. but if there was anything that did, it was your own heart. as of tonight, you began to question your feelings towards jaehyun. when did it start? how was it possible to like someone so quickly? “i’m telling you i don’t.” your eyes trailed to him, not realising the rush of heat creeping your cheeks.

jaehyun was approached by yuta, who was giving him a glass of beer. the ladies fled after stealing pictures of the guy and he took the drink in his hands. then they headed towards the garden of the mansion. wonder what he’s here for?

“nice party you have here. concept’s cool.” jaehyun started to break the lingering silence because he knew how awkward this was going to be with your best friend.

“yeah, never knew you’d end up in red. it’s y/n’s favourite colour.” yuta’s voice lowered. there was an impact jaehyun could describe but assuming that would be too rude of him.

“really? i didn’t know.” he hummed. aren’t you a little too happy, jaehyun told himself. he shook it off, for he doesn’t expect him and you to go any further than this.

“now you do. so can you back up for a while? take a week off or something from y/n.” yuta raised his brows.

this was the same feeling from before. he knew this feeling because he felt the exact same way. he wanted to be selfish for once. not like he hated yuta, it was just.. he always had to appear whenever he didn’t want him to. then he would mess his mood. he interrupted his joy of admiring you. jaehyun licked his lips to dampen them. “i’m sorry, who are you to tell me what to do?”

yuta grinned and leaned against the column as he mirrored jaehyun. “don’t you get it?” he asked, his tone rising. “i love y/n. you entering the picture just ruins everything.”

my hunch’s correct. he does love y/n. “if you love her you wouldn’t ignore her.”

“it’s because you’re with her! and she does the same to me! it’s like she’s found someone else-”

“you’re being dramatic.” jaehyun pushed himself off the column and turned to him. “y/n’s sad and moping around because you treated her like she’s all alone. you have no idea how much she waited for you to contact her.”

“what do you know, smartass? you’re just another guy trying to fit in when you know you couldn’t. no matter how much you tried, everyone’s afraid of you. and now you’re telling me you have feelings for y/n? please.” his lips jutted with sounds of disbelief while his body posture challenged jaehyun. “y/n’s kind to everyone she meets. it’s who she is. but to think you have hope to be with someone like her? if you ask me, all i see is a greatest mismatch.”

jaehyun usually didn’t give a damn of the comments about him. he couldn’t care less of any of those. in fact he’d hear them through one ear and out they went. but when he said anything, it irked him.

you see, that was the thing— right now, he actually listened.

he turned a blind eye on yuta’s words and let it off for the night. he was given a drink and maybe the alcohol didn’t work its way on him than it did to guy. in the end, yuta was probably spilling tea even if he didn’t intend to.

“what i feel for y/n has nothing to do with you. just like people can’t control the tides,” jaehyun lightly knocked onto yuta’s chest. “i can’t control mine.”

the footsteps echoed in yuta’s ears, he could hear them despite the noisy hall. “rghhh!” he grabbed hold of his glass and threw it towards jaehyun.

sounds of shattering glass met the ground, as well as catching everyone’s attention. then there was silence. jaehyun began to lose his patience as he turned around. his smirk challenged him. ouch. this was the fight yuta was looking for, seeing jaehyun’s heavy breaths only made him stand on his toes.

jaehyun punched him in the jaw though he knew it wasn’t worth his time. but he wanted to give him a taste of stepping beyond boundaries. yuta punched him back too. he made sure the star of the night was the other— shone the brightest and reveal his true nature. he didn’t count the number of hits he received, as long as jaehyun stayed that way.

“i told you it wouldn’t be good if you provoked me!” jaehyun growled. “you’re asking for show? i’ll give you one!”

“huh..” yuta wiped his bleeding lip. “you sure about that, beast?”

jaehyun held himself for the next punch, feeling all of the pairs of eyes on him. yours included. that was what he feared. “aw. what impression does she have on you now?” yuta’s cooing words caused jaehyun’s eyes to soften.

all bleeding and bruised, jaehyun’s injuries have matched with his suit. he clenched his fists as he frustratingly left the hall.

in your peripheral, your eyes trailed his direction and your legs followed him by heart, without realising yuta calling out your name several times. everything went blank, not thinking things straight because while everyone watched, no one understood. you glared at yuta before heading outside, a more disappointed sigh was the only response he got from you.

yuta was then nudged by sicheng. the latter could see the change in his expression. “what did i tell you?”

“you don’t have to tell me.” yuta dusted his pants.

“i’m still gonna.” sicheng rolled his eyes and poked the lad’s temple. “that’s what you call ‘stupidity’. if only you confessed to her before maybe things would be different between you guys.”

“i don’t want things to be different dude.”

“i’m gonna state the obvious, you probably already know this but.. you lost this battle.”

“crap..” yuta’s voice changed from a nervous chuckle to a soft sob. “i liked her first.”

you spotted jaehyun sitting atop a metal barrier just in front of the carpark— head down to mend his injuries and scratches. he sniffed from the cool night breeze before hopping off. “you’ll hurt your feet.” he pointed at the heels you had dangling in your hands.

his gaze softened when you pointed at his face, especially the black eye. “touché.” he chuckled, later feeling your cold hands against his throbbing flesh. “it’s no big deal-”

“i’m sorry about yuta’s behaviour.” you sighed. “don’t let it get into you. he’s an airhead when he’s drunk-”

“you sure? he seemed pretty sober when he said- ah.” he pursed his lips to speak any further. “nevermind.”

now that gotten you curious. “what did he say? spill it!” you whined, causing jaehyun mouth to curve a little in amusement.

jaehyun prolonged the silence and grabbed your shoes, leading you towards his car. once he unlocked it and opened the door, he bursted out in a loud, healthy laugh. “he said he was head over heels for you.”

you pushed him to the driver’s seat and slammed the door, rolling your eyes at the pun. “that was so lame!” you sat on the other side. “but i know that already if you thought i didn’t. i subtly turned him down ages ago. guess he didn’t take the message.”

“clearly.”

as you tended to his wounds, one question still had your curiosity at its peak. jaehyun was quiet through-out, so it was hard to bring the topic up for a while. until your eyes and his met.

“what did you tell him before he threw the glass at you?” you dabbed the cotton onto the beaten area. “it must’ve pissed him.”

he dropped his car keys and let out a nervous hum. “uh..” he didn’t know what else to say. right when he was finally about to tell you, you suddenly giggled.

“unless you told him you like me and that made him angry, but i doubt that happened.” your lips shrank to a circle, cursing at yourself for assuming too much. girl the guts you have was incomparable—

jaehyun’s large hand held yours while you continued to apply medication. the warmth, the heat and the building tension of skinship made you weak. “you’re right.”

your smile and breaths changed in an instant when he fixed himself on the seat. he smirked a little, finding how cute you were. it drove him crazy.

“i like you, for the longest time, since the orientation. i’m so into you that i couldn’t help myself be selfish and have you to myself— i- i don’t know what i’m saying.” he sighed, pushing himself away in embarrassment with arms above his face.

“t-thanks.” you fiddled with your fingers.

“i’m not asking for an answer. i just wanted to let you know.” he said. “gosh this is a bad timing for confession.”

“then is it a bad timing if i said i’m into you too?” you looked away and out in the distance. you could see his reaction on the window’s reflection. he was shocked, but an uncontrollable smile was forcing itself on the surface. it was written in the dimples.

“no,” his husky voice called you to look back. “you’re just about right.”

[spencersawkward]

if you feel comfortable with it, I’d love a prof Spence where reader is a student and goes to office hours to initiate ~smutty goodness~ but Spencer is reluctant at first bc his job but they flirt more and eventually sleep together

me n my professor kink when i saw this: 😏 anyway yes i am quite comfortable writing about this lol. i took some ✨creative liberties✨ with your request so i'm sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted! 

summary: reader is a student in Dr. Reid’s class, but she’s been something of a poor student-- office hours are the only solution.

relationship: Fem!Reader/Professor!Spencer

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, super brief hair-pulling, creampie, dirty talk, spanking, age gap, degradation-- he gets pretty dominant oops.

word count: 4.5k

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popping in a piece of gum, I make my way to the back of the hall. there are a few people here already, but it's a little early. I'm never early. in fact, I'm usually late; my other class is on the other side of campus, and getting here involves a lot of embarrassing speed-walking.

but here I am, five minutes ahead of schedule and actually in a decent seat. as I flip open my textbook and pull my laptop out of my bag to prepare to take notes, my gaze slides down to the corner of the room, where Dr. Reid is standing up with a pile of papers. he walks over to the girl in the front row, handing her the stack and gesturing for her to pass it along.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. he's a total luddite. the first day, Dr. Reid spent about ten minutes rambling about the importance of reading from a physical book rather than online sources-- which, although I definitely agree with, means a lot more lugging around folders and organizing all the readings he gives out. if he wasn't so hot, I would have switched into another course.

and I know it's wrong to be daydreaming about my professor slamming me into a wall while he discusses the intricacies of quantum theory. the complete cliché of it is embarrassing. but still, I just can't stop thinking about him: how his fingers would feel around my throat, the smooth wooden surface of his desk against my cheek as he bends me over and pulls my panties to the side--

"glad to see you've decided to join us, today, Ms. Y/L/N." Dr. Reid's voice startles me out of my thoughts. he's standing towards the front of the room while students file in. his hands are resting in his pockets with his eyebrows pleasantly raised.

"glad to see you've noticed." I retort, too irritated with his comment to care about being polite.

a couple people look at me. even though I'm generally not on time, he tends to just glance my way when I walk in and leaves it at that. I know he doesn't like it, although I personally don't care. I hate this course.

he seems visibly surprised by my response but doesn't reply, gaze lingering on mine before he turns to speak to a student trying to get his attention. I bite back a smile. fucking asshole.

as usual, Dr. Reid writes in his thin, messy lettering on the board while wandering around the front of the room. he's quite fidgety, even though his voice doesn't betray any sort of nervousness. it's like he's naturally overactive.

every word out of his mouth is enunciated, sometimes spoken faster when he gets particularly impassioned by the subject. he's interesting to look at, too. messy curls and a nice suit, stubble that straddles the line between refinement and ruggedness.

I type quickly, but it isn't fast enough and the strange illustrations he does on the board only complicate things. I try to write them down in my notebook, but my handwriting is jagged; sometimes it's hard to read. when a student raises her hand for a clarification, I take the opportunity to catch up.

my head jerks up as soon as I'm finished and he's looking at me while he speaks. even from so many feet away, the intensity strikes me. he's gesticulating and crossing the room. I hold eye contact.

I wonder if he dates often; a couple of the girls in my row always stare at him throughout the lectures. he seems to be completely unaware of the effect he has on people. sometimes I'll see him in the hallway and he has his nose buried in a book, or a to-go cup of coffee, or both. either way, there seems to be no more room in that head of his for romance.

which, naturally, makes me curious about how he looks when he's on the edge of orgasm. if that composure is replaced with a contorted pleasure. I want to break him.

it's like he can read my thoughts, because Dr. Reid averts his gaze. my stomach twists with a strange anticipation. he avoids looking my way for the rest of the time.

towards the end of class, I start to pack my things to go. I have three papers to write, and my utter lack of interest in this is making me eager to leave. I shove my textbook into my bag the second my professor starts to make closing remarks.

"don't forget that we have a midterm in two weeks!" he says in a slightly louder voice as people start to move around. "if you have any questions, my office hours are posted on the bulletin board outside."

at this, my eyebrows rise. I forgot about the midterm. I have a study calendar set up for all my subjects, but I've purposefully been putting this one off. I'm not super into math. and it doesn't help that most of my time is spent not listening. when I am, it doesn't make sense.

as I stand up and gather my stuff, I hear someone clearing their throat a couple feet away. my head turns to see Dr. Reid leaning against his desk.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can I see you for a second?"

my heart stutters in my chest. is this about my attitude? he's never asked to see me outside of lessons before.

I frown, making my way to him with a deliberate pace. the tension in the room builds as I watch the last of his students shuffle out of the room. my head turns from the door to him; my breath catches a little in my throat at the set of his jaw. part of me hopes I get yelled at.

"I'm concerned about your participation in this class." he says. his voice isn't cruel, but it is brutally honest— which is worse. participation? I feel my fist clench at my side. my professors don't usually say anything if you aren't doing things up to their expectations; if you aren't, then they give you a bad grade. simple as that.

"is this about me being late?" I ask. he lets out a sigh before answering. he sounds disappointed.

"you're constantly tardy, and when you hand in your homework, you barely seem to have put in the effort. it's messy."

"messy?" I start to get annoyed. I'm only doing this so that I can get my degree. it's a fucking requirement. even though I'm not the biggest fan of mathematics, I still do my best and hand in my assignments on time. plus, the latest I arrive is five minutes-- it's not like I'm stumbling in halfway through the lesson.

"you've never come to office hours to ask for help or explained your lateness, which I, as your professor, would have appreciated." he scolds. honestly, I don't know what to say. my eyes narrow.

"I have my studio class on the other side of campus." I explain. "I should have emailed about that and I'm sorry, but I'm also not being lax about my work."

he goes around to the other side of his desk and glances up at me while he organizes some loose documents to pack away. he looks way too good when he's exasperated: his hands tighten around the papers, his eyebrows come together in this cute way. his tie is a little crooked, too.

"are you struggling with the content?"

"sometimes, yeah. but I can handle reaching out for help if I need it." I reply. he's pissing me off with these questions. I can see from the expression on his face that he's surprised by my reaction.

"really?" he slides some books into his messenger bag. that was definitely sarcastic; I know it was. "because it doesn't really seem like you have."

"I like to find help on my own." I shoulder my bag and cross my arms over my chest. there's no way he's gonna talk to me like that and expect me to not respond in kind.

"I'm reserving a slot on Wednesday evening for you," he looks up and holds my gaze. hazel irises that dare me to challenge him further. "I want you in office hours so that we can figure out how you're gonna catch up before the midterm."

"fine." I turn on my heel and leave. I know I'm not supposed to talk to my professor like that, or even to behave with such apprehension. but something about him makes me angry in the kind of way that settles in my stomach. I hate that he's right. I'm not going to do well on that damn test if I don't get some help.

but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with it.

when I rush into his office on Wednesday evening, the sun is just starting to set through his window. there's a pinkish glow that smooths over Dr. Reid's desk as he glances up at me. I had to run to get here.

"you're late." he nods to the clock on the wall. I roll my eyes.

"only one minute, though. I had another class."

he sighs and folds his hands on his desk. "how are you doing today, Ms. Y/L/N?" a strangely polite question for the look on his face. he's frustrated with me.

"I'm quite well, Dr. Reid." I smile brightly, slightly excited by the anger on his face, and sit at the chair in front of his desk.

"I didn't know you were interested in art." he says simply. I'm confused for a moment before I remember that I told him that the course before his is a studio lesson.

"I didn't know you cared."

"do you make a habit of that?" he quirks an eyebrow.

"of what?" my expression is saccharine.

"being rude to people who control your grades."

"unless you're considering being unethical in your practices and allowing your personal opinion of me to influence my grade, then no." I counter. he's silent for a moment, taking in my words like they've left a mark on him.

"well, you'd most likely fail if I asked you to leave my office hours right now. whose fault would that be?" he fidgets with his hands and leans forward just a bit, his voice dropping to a lower tone. I bite back a smile.

"you wouldn't."

"and why is that?" he baits.

"because you're not a shitty professor, Dr. Reid," I lean back in my chair and cross my legs. "as angry as you are, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you kicked me— a struggling student— out of here for giving you a little attitude."

"a little attitude?" he scoffs. "you've spent the whole semester completely ambivalent."

"not completely." I shrug.

"Y/N, you draw all over your tests and leave at least one problem half-finished every time. you obviously aren't learning." he chuckles mirthlessly. I concede this point; I like to doodle when I'm bored. and there's absolutely nothing more boring to me than numbers.

"okay," I sit up and rest my elbows on the edge of his desk, staring at him. "then teach me."

Dr. Reid holds my gaze for a long moment. we're suspended, it seems, as his lips part and he finds himself speechless. the way I said the words obviously has another layer to it-- he just has to decide whether or not to take the bait.

"what are you struggling with?" he clears his throat and sits up a bit straighter in his seat. that answers my question, I guess. I poke my tongue between my teeth gently, but then pull out my notebook and flip it to a page with some problems outlined on it.

"these." I toss the thing onto his side and he begins to run through the assignment. I watch him pick up a pen and start to explain the steps, slipping into his usual educational tone. his shoulders relax a little as he writes.

I can't see right from the angle I'm at, so I stand and come around onto his side. I hear him pause his speaking for a moment at my proximity, but he doesn't move away.

"does that make sense?" he asks me once he's finished running through the first problem. he basically did all the work. the professor's head turns to gauge my reaction to the explanation, but his eye line is right at the hem of my skirt-- which is already pretty short. for all his attempts to be subtle, he gulps and looks up at me.

"mostly." I brush a piece of hair behind my ear and pretend to scratch at a spot on my upper thigh, dragging the edge of my skirt with it until he can see the smooth skin beneath, practically begging for his touch. "can I ask you a question?"

"sure." he keeps his eyes almost too focused on mine. I try to hide the smile tugging at my lips. now or never, I guess.

"what's your policy on professor/student relationships?"

"my-- my what?" this time, he's audibly scattered when he turns to me. his eyes are wide, dark. even he can't hide his feelings.

"you know," I run my fingertips over the tweed shoulder of his jacket. I can sense the tension beneath his clothes. "like, your policy on fucking a student."

"I--" his cheeks turn pink. he's flustered, albeit not rejecting my touch. "I've never had to think about it before."

"hmm," I look off to the side as if considering this point. his chair is fully turned to face me now, and I'm standing in front of him, almost completely his for the taking. all he has to do is close the gap. "well, what are you thinking about it right now?"

"it's wrong." he stumbles over the words.

"why?"

"well, I mean, you're a student--"

"for a semester that's almost over." I cut him off. he opens and closes his mouth. I take a deep breath, toying with the hem of my skirt. "I know you've been looking at me during class."

"w-what?"

"you're pretty good at hiding it, but you call on me a lot and you get all messed up when I hold eye contact too long during lectures." I say.

he looks down and back up apologetically. he's just sitting there, lap wide open. so I do what any sane girl in my position would do: I climb into it, straddling him and resting my arms around his neck. he sucks in a breath.

"you pretend I'm such a pain," I lean down by his ear, my core drawing over his pants. he tenses as I speak. "but you like that I'm your little problem."

"Y/N..." he trails off, but his hips are bucking up into mine.

"see?" I look between our bodies at his movements, then at him. I smirk as I look into those lust-darkened eyes. after a moment of him not speaking, I straighten. "look, I'll leave you alone if it really bothers you--"

as I start to get off his lap, he grabs me and pulls me back down. the force hits my center at just the right angle and I let out a slight mewl. he hears the sound and before I can register the pleasure, he grabs my face and yanks me closer to kiss him.

god, he feels so good. I rock my hips against his while our lips pass over each other hungrily. so much tension built up over the past few months, so many thoughts I've had of him, now coming to fruition. it's amazing.

"not so 'wrong' now, is it?" I chuckle against his mouth.

"shut up." he orders. one moment of broken contact to slide my top over my head and throw it on the floor.

I sigh as he starts to kiss across my jaw and down my throat. "I like when you talk like that, Dr. Reid."

one hand grips my hips tighter and he releases a groan against my skin.

"is that why you're such a fucking brat in my class?" he bites my collarbone and I moan. "because you want me to put you in your place?"

"mhmm." I hum. his fingertips move under my skirt, sliding up my thighs and toying with the waistband of my panties. he teases me by grazing my slit over the fabric, inhaling sharply at the wet patch.

"sitting in the back of my room, fucking dripping..." he mumbles to himself as he starts to rub me.

"touch me." I breathe out, trying to gain the friction that I need.

"not if you're gonna be a brat." he removes his hand and I let out a frustrated noise as I try to find the pressure I need elsewhere by grinding down on him. he grunts at the way I pant into his mouth, trying to kiss him with every chance I get. his lips are so smooth and sweet against mine. there's something affectionate about it even in its ferocity.

"I'll be good." I practically beg.

"that's what I thought." he slides his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches me whimper on top of him.

"come on, Spencer..." I use the name for the first time and he grabs my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks.

"not my name, sweetheart." he stares into my eyes expectantly and I smirk.

"you're fucked up, doctor."

"so are you."

after he says that, he lifts me off his lap and stands up, pushing between my shoulder blades until my face is pressed onto the desk. I let out a needy whine, wiggle my ass back in hopes of finding his crotch, but he's not willing to give me that, yet.

instead, he gently touches my skirt, flipping it up so that he can see my ass. immediately, he starts to knead it. my palms are pressed flat against the desk with anticipation, silently thankful that my panties are still on. I think I'd be dripping down my thighs if they weren't.

"are you gonna be more respectful?" his voice is low, one hand tracing over my back. I shake.

"mhmm."

"I won't spank you if you don't use your words, sweetheart."

"yes." I choke out, no longer wanting to give any sort of resistance. I had no idea there was this side of him, and I love it.

he loves it too, apparently, because his hand comes down sharply on my ass. I yelp at the contact and he runs his fingers over the point of impact, rubbing the flesh gently.

"too hard, baby?" he checks.

"harder." I beg. I can't see his face, but I can sense his smile as if it's my own. his palm hits me again, and I gasp.

"you like being punished?"

"yes." strangled and desperate.

he slips his finger beneath the fabric of my panties, collecting my essence and letting out a quiet moan when he feels me. I push my hips against his fingers, partly expecting him to remove all the pressure, but he doesn't bother waiting.

he slips his index inside and I gasp. starts to push in and out, his silence proving his arousal. I can practically feel his eyes on me. the pace increases a bit and he slides in his middle finger. I buck against the desk.

"oh fuck!" I cry out as he starts to go faster. he curls them against my walls and I arch my back.

"two fingers and you're already breaking?" Spencer chuckles as he moves inside me. he keeps one hand on my ass while he does it, starting to finger me at a ridiculous speed while I pant and moan and cry.

"I--" I gulp down air. "I need you in it."

he bends down by my ear, never breaking his rhythm. my legs are shaking from the force. "you need my cock?"

"yes," I feel myself closing in around him. "god, yes."

"you're lucky I wanna fuck you so bad." he mutters. I grin as I hear the clink of his belt coming undone, the sliding through the belt loops, the sound of him stripping down to nothing. I can feel my excitement on the inside of my thighs, spread around by his reckless fingers as he removes my panties and skirt.

he grinds himself against my pussy, coating himself in me, while he releases low, longing moans. I suck in a breath when the head pushes in, every inch pushing me open a little more. I don't have the ability to form words, so I bite my lip and grip onto the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white.

his breath stops for a moment before he groans.

"so ready for me."

he's not even all the way in, and he has to pause to let me adjust. when he taps the inside of my thigh for me to part them more, I do it quickly and beg him to fill me up. I can barely take the pressure between my hips, but it burns in an inviting way.

"keep going." I direct him. he runs his hands over the curve of my waist and starts to thrust into me at a rate that leaves me panting. it's not too fast or slow, just impatient and needy. every sound that spills from his lips turns me on more.

"where'd the attitude go, huh?" he digs his hips into mine. his cock hits my cervix and I squeak against the wood, but he holds my back down. I don't even try to argue with him, too overcome with the pleasure that's coursing through my limbs. he starts to build up his speed. "don't have much to say when you're getting fucked?"

"Dr. Reid--" I moan.

he plows into me so hard, the desk shifts on the floor and he grabs my ass with both hands.

"take it, baby. fucking take it."

I get up on my elbows to look behind me, just to glimpse how he looks as he gets closer. his curls have fallen more in his face, and his shirt is gone. I want to touch him desperately, to feel the lovely skin of his torso and arms and everything else, but he keeps me down for the most part. all I get is the sight of his mouth open and his hips moving quickly against mine.

"look at me, there you go." he grabs my face and holds me there, our eyes locked. mine are welling at the sheer overwhelming pleasure inside, but his are dark and intense. they search mine for something I can only hope to offer.

"that feels so good, Dr. Reid." I pant. he bites his lip as he watches my mouth hanging open in lecherous shock.

"I bet it does," he explores my body. "coming in here, hoping I fuck you like you deserve. you're lucky I'm going easy on you."

"thank you." I whine.

"you might need some extra lessons, yeah?" he grunts out, moving into me with a bruising force.

"yes, please." I whisper. my voice is practically gone at this point, my mind entirely focused on the knot building in my stomach.

"what was that, baby?" he pulls my hair gently.

"yes— fuck— yes, please, Dr. Reid."

"what a beautiful girl." he smirks. I whimper when he runs his fingernails down my ribcage. I can feel it coming from the way he starts to move tumultuously, every thrust pushing harder and seeking more release. it's fervent, how he takes me and grips my hips like the force itself will push him over the edge.

"I'm so close..." I breathe out as I try for as much friction as I can.

"show me," he drops down so his stomach is flush to my back. "show me how you cum, Y/N."

the way he says my name-- husky and warm and full of lust-- causes me to snap. I cry out as he reaches around to clamp a hand around my mouth, climaxing and pulsing around his dick as I drop down against the surface again. I want him to finish inside, so I do my best to keep him here. and his thrusts are getting more staccato as he chases the sensation my walls create.

"can I fill you, angel?" he asks. he's breathing right by my ear, and the feeling is sending shivers down my spine. I love how his weight feels.

"yes." I moan and he slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them while he orgasms, jerking into my pussy and letting out unholy sounds of ecstasy. he says unintelligible things in the throes of his orgasm. pounds into me until I'm sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"jesus christ, Y/N." he slows to a stop. when he pulls his cock out of me, the absence makes me whine. I miss his body already.

"oh my god." I clench my hands into fists as I try to catch my breath. I'm still bent over the desk as though I've been completely sapped of all my energy. I suppose I have. he doesn't touch me for a moment in the spirit of letting me recover from the small shudders still running over my skin.

"that was great." he says after we've both had time to fill our lungs. I push myself onto my elbows again.

"correct." I grin and straighten up more until I'm standing. he stares at me, at the cum now dripping down my legs, entranced.

"let me get you something to clean up." he snaps out of it a little. I can't stop looking at him, either, in love with the way he moves and the way he breathes after exerting himself on my body.

"come here." I bite my lip. for some reason, despite what we just did, this is scarier than everything else. he steps closer and I reach up, kiss him softly. part of me worries that he'll pull away and be terrified. maybe that he'll tell me that I've read too much into this.

he's much gentler than before. our first kiss was full of need and primal desire, but this is more affectionate. I remove myself from his embrace.

"okay, you can go now." I giggle. his fingertips linger on my waist and he smiles. I push his shoulder. "I literally have your cum all over me-- go."

"fine." he starts to put his clothes on.

"does this mean I get an A?" I joke. Spencer shakes his head.

"nice try. when we're done cleaning you up, we're gonna sit down and figure this out."

I let out a whine, and he kisses my cheek before looking me in the eyes. "it'll be fun. I promise."

"math is not fun."

"I can't believe I like a girl who doesn't enjoy such a beautiful subject." he rolls his eyes and I giggle. he's perfect.

[megumisbimbo]

Marry the Stars - Chapter 1

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Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Content: College au, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Eventual Smut

Summary: A fresh semester with new faces and new opportunities. Y/N had just started her job as a professor at Eldia University and was determined to make it the best semester yet. A moody philosophy professor gets in the way of her plans. Will she be able to capture his heart, or will she accidentally win the heart of her student?

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Your alarm wakes you up in the early morning, your hand fishing for the phone sitting on your side table. You turn it off and sigh. A long day is ahead of you. After weeks of resumes and interviews and long nights staring at your laptop, you finally landed a job at a good university. You reluctantly slide out of bed and make your way to the bathroom. You brush your teeth and wash your face, deciding on minimal makeup for your first day. Eldia University was prestigious, you knew that. You were lucky you were able to land this job. Now all you had to do was keep it. Shouldn’t be too hard.

Your black pencil skirt hugs your hips well as you tuck in the peach blouse you bought the day before. You slip on your black pumps and throw your handbag over your shoulder. You woke up a bit earlier than anticipated, so you decided to treat yourself to a latte.

The sky was clear and blue, a good omen for your first day on the job. The start of a new semester was always nerve wracking for both student and teacher. New students with ambitious dreams pour in through the gates of the university. You smile knowing you’d get to be apart of these students lives, even if your encounters are nothing beyond a “good morning.”

You check in at the front desk, receiving your teacher id and paperwork. As you turn to walk out the door, your shoulder brushes harshly against someone else’s.

“Excuse me.” You say apologetically.

“It’s fine.” The man replies, his eyes staring straightforward. He seems harsh...wonder what he teaches.

You make your way through the building towards the lecture hall, feeling a few hormonal eyes on you. You didn’t mind it too much, the way they watched the sway of your hips, your heels clacking with every step you take. But you had a job to do, so you walked with purpose. All the way to the lecture hall that would soon become your second home.

The halls and corridors fill with students, and the doors to your classroom opened. Fresh faces find seats, as you sit behind your desk waiting for the the clock to indicate the start of class. The quiet murmurs die down, and you take your place behind the podium.

“Welcome everyone, I’m professor y/n, and this is anthropology 101. We won’t be going over any material today, just the syllabus, so i’ll be letting you out early.”

You observe content smiles in the crowd and small celebrations of the grain of mercy you were giving them on their first day.

You give your halfhearted “lecture” and release the undergraduates to attend to their other classes. You were never a fan of homework on the first day and when you first started teaching it felt inevitable, but you found a way around it, deciding to give them a little leeway.

You step out of the hall, eager to catch a bite to eat, when you run into the same man from earlier.

“Oh..you again. Sorry I bumped into you earlier that was rude of me-”

“Like I said, it’s fine.” He responds, this time looking you dead in the eye. He was on the shorter side, but his presence was dominating. Somehow you felt smaller...

A few more days pass, the same faces showing up each day, somehow eager to learn. Either they were eager to learn about the science of humanity, or they were eager to learn about it from you.

A particular pair of eyes catch your attention. The young boy ignores the notes on the projector, opting to stare at the way your body moves as you pace up and down the stage. A short haired girl nudges him in his side and points to the screen, immediately bringing his attention to the bullet points he hasn’t written down.

“Eren are you paying attention?” The short haired girl asks.

“Yes...kind of...it’s hard ok! I didn’t expect the prof to...I don’t know look like that!”

“Get your head out of your pants and pay attention, we have our first exam soon and I need my notes so you can’t borrow them again.”

“Geez ok ok.”

“Mikasa be quiet!” A blonde haired boy whispers.

The short haired girl silently apologizes, noticing the eyes on her and the other boy.

Your last class for the day finally ends and the students make their way back to the dorms. A few stay behind, waiting to ask you for answers to questions that will be in the upcoming exam. The two disruptive ones make their way through the line and down to your desk.

“Excuse me professor, I didn’t understand what this question is asking for, where could I find it in the textbook.” The young girl asks, pushing her textbook towards you. You flip to the page and point to the section she needs to read.

“It should be right here.” You answer with a smile. You can’t help but notice the way the boy behind her stares at you.

“Do you have a question as well?” You ask, your attention turning from the textbook to the boy.

“Uh- no! No ma’am...just came with Mikasa is all.” He answers, obviously caught off guard.

“Are you two anthropology majors?” You ask the pair.

“I am, but Eren is still undecided.” The girl named Mikasa answers.

“Well Mikasa, I’m glad to hear you’re interested in this field. You seem like a very bright young lady. And Eren, I hope you enjoy this class regardless of what major you end up choosing.”

Eren’s eyes widen as he nods his head. The way you smile at him sending butterflies rushing through his stomach. You chuckle, glad that you still had that effect on students. It was harmless flirting, you think to yourself. Nothing would really happen.

How naive of you.

[supraveng]

Marvelous friends - part 3

Warnings: curse words, mutual pining, drinking

Summary: You and Chris have a chance to hang out

Characters: Reader, Chris Evans, Scott Evans, readers siblings mentioned

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Waking up the next morning you were as nervous as ever but determined to do your best. You decided to grab a cup of coffee at the cafe around the corner before catching a cab to campus. While you are waiting for your order you feel your phone buzz in your bag, realizing you have time, you take your drink to a table and pull out your phone to check your messages.

Chris: good morning, I wanted to wish you luck today, kick some ass and shape some minds! 😉

WOW! Thanks, that just might be the perfect pep talk that I need this morning 😁

You felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, but you just couldn’t help but smile at your phone. By the time you were halfway through your drink, you decided to walk towards campus and silence your phone, trying your best to act like a professional. Walking the halls you called home all those years ago brought back great memories.

You made your way to Prof Watkins office and knocked. Catching up with your favorite professor was cut short as you had classes starting in mere minutes and you wanted to at least get there before the class. The two of you chatted on the way to the classroom.

“I am so glad you finally agreed to do this. I think your work experience will help the students tremendously” he told you as you were heading in the room.

You tried your best to seem calm, but inside you were so anxious you thought you would throw up. Looking at the text from Chris again you took a deep breath as you were introduced to the class and began speaking.

As soon as your day ended, you texted Chris

Holy shit! That was intense, but apparently your good luck worked, today was awesome!

Chris: glad to hear, feel like celebrating?

Chris stared at his phone for the next 10 minutes questioning why he sent it. You haven't responded right away, so you must have been thinking of the best way to brush him off.

He was intently staring at his phone when Scott snapped his fingers in front of his face "did you hear anything I said?"

"Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?" Chris asked his brother, attempting to keep his mind off of you.

Scott rolled his eyes before responding "forget about that, who is she?"

"Who's who?"

"Don't play dumb, I know you better than you know yourself. Now tell me, who is she?" at this point, Scott is tapping his foot, his patience being tried.

Chris huffed before responding "she's a friend, I met her last week in LA at RDJs. She's in town for a book signing, and she was lecturing at Boston College today and she just sent me a text that it went well but when I responded about celebrating she's gone radio silent."

Scott almost burst out laughing at the defeated expression on Chris' face. "Wow, you've got it bad" Scott sighed and shook his head. "Just because she hasn't responded yet doesn't mean anything. What you need to do.is decide where you are taking her once she agrees to go out with you tonight"

“Come on Scott, she hasn’t responded, she isn’t interested, it was stupid of me to even try” he mumbles defeated. He got up heading into the kitchen asking Scott if he wanted another beer, when he heard his phone ding.

Of course, he was dumb enough to leave it sitting on the couch next to his brother when you finally respond. Before he was even able to try to get his phone, Scott was texting back.

Before looking up at Chris “she said you should choose where to meet since she hasn’t been here in years” smiling at Chris’ pissed off expression when his phone chimes again.

Scott looks at the phone and starts laughing while handing it back to Chris. “I can see why you like her, she’s not your usual type” he tells Chris as he grabs the beer out of his brother's hand. Chris is a bit confused until he reads your message

Y/N: Yes, that would be awesome, but you pick, I haven’t been here in ages and all my old college hang outs are probably gone

I’ll find the perfect spot to celebrate, what are you in the mood for?

Y/N: Anything really, I’m not picky 🤫

Y/N: requirements are booze and decent food…..I could probably eat my body weight in chicken wings right now if I’m being completely honest

Chris can’t help to laugh before responding

Alright, I’ll pick you up in an hour

Y/N: sounds good, but ….how do you know where I’m staying?

I don’t, so this is where you tell me

Y/N: OMG, I am not usually this dumb, my brain is so tired!

Y/N: I’m at the Long Wharf Marriott

You shook your head at how stupid he must think you are. Hopping into the shower, you were overthinking pretty much every interaction you’ve had with Chris, not that there were a lot, trying to figure out if this was friends hanging out or a date. Knowing you didn’t have a ton of clothes to choose from, you decided to go very casual and blame the lack of wardrobe on your current traveling status.

You were comfy and still cute without looking like you were trying too hard. Fixing your hair and adding a little makeup, your phone chimed

Chris: I’m in the lobby but don’t know your room number

I’ll be right down

Before you stepped off the elevator you took a deep breath. You don’t know why you were so nervous, who were you kidding? You knew you were nervous, you were going out with Chris Fucking Evans! Even if it wasn’t a date, it was just the two of you, no buffers or friends to keep you grounded. But when you looked up and saw him smiling in your direction you almost fainted. How can any person be this good looking?

”Hey” you leaned in to give him a quick hug “I hope i didn’t keep you waiting long”

“Not at all” he responded and his smile somehow got bigger, “you look great, let’s go celebrate” he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the hotel.

When you approached the car, he opened the door for you before circling around and hoping in.

“Ok, so there are a ton of great places in Boston, but I have a favorite that I hope you will like,” he smirked as he pulled into traffic.

“I’m sure I will, the places I frequented back in my college days may be considered a bit questionable, so if it is anywhere close or better, I’m sure I will enjoy it” you respond with a wink.

The bar he chose was perfect, a bit fancier than you expected but really a great spot for drinks, and with the low lighting, it became much more intimate than your average bar.

Chris turned to you expectantly while you were browsing the menu “What do you think? Is the place up to your standards?”

You can’t help but chuckle “since I don’t think a tetanus shot will be needed after our visit, it has exceeded my expectations”

“What? I wouldn’t take you to a place like that!”

“No, no, that came out wrong….the places I frequented in college were rather shady, and honestly I probably shouldn’t have been there. But, when you are a broke college student, when you find the cheapest option for entertainment” you shrug as the waiter comes over to take your orders.

“I’m a bit worried, but since you survived that, I want to hear how your day went” he smiled. You honestly don’t understand how this perfect human in front of you can be so charming and humble at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, you smiled “well, I was scared to death, I have never done anything like this before. I’m not one for public speaking, so I was completely out of my comfort zone. I was getting so anxious about it last night that I had to walk around town for a bit, that’s the real reason I didn’t let you drive me, I needed that time to work through it all in my head so that I was able to relax enough to sleep last night.”

“Well, I know how you feel, it can be nerve racking. So what made the day such a success?" You were surprised at how easily the two of you got along, not that you thought he would be difficult but he seemed much more down to earth than you had originally thought.

The two of you drank, ate, chatted and laughed for hours before deciding to head back to your hotel.

“Thank you Chris, I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in a long time” you smiled at him as you exited the car at the hotel. “Do you want to come up? We can raid the mini fridge”

“Why not, it’s still early” You are both joking around and laughing as you are heading to the elevator, but interrupted by a few fans. Chris was incredibly hospitable and kind, taking selfies and chatting with a couple of people.

You are holding the elevator door and admiring how he was able to easily change from carefree to professional within a matter of seconds. By the time he joins you in the elevator, you are laughing hysterically.

“What could possibly be this funny?” he smirks and shakes his head at your response. “I’m just wondering what’s worse, those selfies all over social media with your half lidded drunk look, or the fact that running into fans can be a total buzz kill”

When you reach your floor, you are both laughing at stupid jokes you’ve been making most of the night. Within an hour the mini fridge is completely empty but it hasn’t slowed either of you down.

You felt like you have known each other for years, you hadn’t even realized how late it was until your phone started going crazy. He looked at you confused, until you pulled out your phone and groaned.

“Everything ok?” You looked at him embarrassed and not wanting to admit why your phone was blowing up at 1am, but figured being honest might not be so bad, he might be too drunk to remember.

“Ok, so I have 4 very over protective brothers and this is my punishment for not checking in with them like they asked” you shrugged.

“Wow, I thought I had a big family. Four brothers is a lot, where do you fall in the line?” he asked, rather shocked.

“Oh, that’s the worst part, I’m the youngest. So they treat me like a 12 year old most of the time”

“Yikes, so how long will they continue to blow up your phone or is there a search party headed this way already?”

You laugh before looking at your phone to actually read the messages. “No search party yet, but if I don’t answer, they will be calling and annoying the hell out of us. The problem now is sending the right message to shut them up” you sigh trying to think of a way to make your life seem marginally normal.

You type out a message and turn to Chris "I hope that does the trick, otherwise I'm not sure how to make them leave me alone"

When the texts keep coming you are both laughing as you read through them.

"Are they always like this?" Chris asks you, unsure about why there is this much activity late at night.

"I'd like to tell you no, but I'm not comfortable lying. They only calm down when I'm in the same state. Here this message should shut them up” you type a quick note and throw your phone back in your bag.

Looking up you see Chris smiling at you, he clears his throat before standing up “I had a blast tonight, but it’s later than I realized and you probably have an early flight”.

You are nodding and smiling trying your best to hide your disappointment, “well, as they say all good things must come to an end, thanks for celebrating with me tonight” you reply as you follow him to the door.

“Oh yea, anytime you are back in Boston, you got to give me a call” he leans in for a hug and you automatically hug back and place a kiss on his cheek, not even realizing how intimate that simple act was but it felt so natural.

You genuinely felt like Chris had been a part of your life for years, even though today was the third time ever talking to him. “Drive safe” you whisper in his ear before letting him go out the door. He smirks and nods his head as he heads towards the elevator.

Chris pulls out his phone while he’s in the elevator, a thousand thoughts running through his mind.

She’s amazing

I’m so screwed

Scott: OMG! Did you sleep with her? You are such a slut!

No, it’s not like that….I’m heading home

Part 4

[bts-bay-bee]

Skype

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: prof!tae (please don’t fuck your professors guys), skype sex (MS Teams sex? Zoom sex?), mutual masturbation, sex toys (vibrating wand), Sir kink, voyeurism kink (I think?), degradation (slight)

Summary: having a long-term fuckbuddy probably shouldn’t coincidentally be your professor

A/N: this is totally not inspired by me getting horny in a lecture and letting my mind wander. If you enjoyed reading this, please let me know! I appreciate any and all feedback :)

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“To successfully complete this course, you need to demonstrate an understanding of chemistry on an industrial scale. You are already aware of the numerous factors that may influence a chemical reaction, only – of course – are applicable if the scenario states that the given reaction is in unsteady-state…”

 You really should be paying attention, considering that this course could make or break your future, but you just could not concentrate; not when he had the audacity to look this good during a lecture. Wishing you could lean through the screen and touch him again, you bit your lip, reminiscing in all those nights and stolen hours at campus when you could freely run your hands over his broad shoulders, his hard chest, then trailing further down –

 “Miss L/N? What’s the answer to the question?” He asked, voice abrupt as to not give anything away. You cleared your throat, realizing that he was definitely going to berate you for not paying attention.

 “I’m sorry, Professor Kim, I didn’t catch the question.” You lied, looking at the screen as he rolled his eyes at your excuse. “Could you please repeat it, Sir?”

 The effects of your slight teasing could be seen almost immediately: his jaw clenched, showing off his incredibly defined jawline, and he licked his lips for less than a second. No one would have noticed his sudden strange behaviour, that is, unless they were looking for it. Which, of course, you were.

 “What are the degrees of freedom in the first extractor?” He asked, the look in his eyes unfathomable. Quickly doing a mental equation, you hesitantly answered him.

 “Zero?”

 “Is that a question or an answer?” He snapped back, making you squirm in your seat. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, your classmates no doubt saying some not-so-nice things about the way he has spoken to you, but you know not to take it to heart.

 “The degrees of freedom are zero, Sir.” You responded, trying to keep the meekness out of your voice. You wanted him so desperately – you have not seen him since your university had enforced online learning, which had been a few weeks ago. Going from seeing him every day (well, doing more than just seeing him) to going to a couple weeks with nothing more than just seeing him on your screen had been hard. As much as you did not want to admit it, you actually missed him.

 “Now because the degrees of freedom of the isolated system are zero, we can use the law of conservation of mass to solve for any unknowns.” He said to the class, before checking the time on his watch. “Which I expect to be done before the next time I see you, because we are out of time for today.”

 You sighed as you saw many people leave the call at once, not wanting to say goodbye to him just yet, even if this was the professor side of him. “Miss L/N stay on the call. I need to discuss something with you.”

 Immediately perking your head up with interest, you stayed on the call silently, eyeing him out shamelessly. Now that he had the luxury of lecturing from his home, he had been dressing a lot more laidback, which was not uncommon for you to see. He did after all dress casually when he came over, or you went over to his, but after a long time without his touch… Every little thing just made him more desirable.

 “Baby?” He called when he was sure no one else was on the call except you two. You looked up at him, being forced to actually comprehend what he was saying, instead of just staring at his every detail. “We spoke about you paying attention in class, Jagi.”

 You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “But I do pay attention to you, Tae.”

 “You pay attention to me, not what I’m saying.” He chuckled, seeing you pout at his chastising words. “I told you this is a hard course, Y/N. Why don’t you want to pay attention to me? Am I a boring lecturer?”

 “I just miss you a lot.” You whispered, not looking into at the screen. Unbeknown to you, his eyes somehow went softer at your confession.

 “You know I miss you more, babe.” He responded, smiling slightly. “Is that why you decided to rile me up?”

 “I didn’t do anything.” You murmured, already knowing where this was going. This was much easier than expressing just how much your heart ached due to not seeing him for so long. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sir.”

 “God, you’re still such a brat.” He groaned, throwing his head back slightly as he sighed. “And you’re wearing that fucking shirt, again.”

 “But no one saw me today, except you –”

 “And the entire class.” He scowled. “I can guarantee that Jeon is probably jacking off right now to the memory of your tits.”

 “Aww, you’re jealous, Tae?” You teased, pulling down your self-admittedly lowcut tank top even further. “You think Jungkook’s touching himself because of this?”

 You ran your fingertips over your now exposed nipples, the buds now stiff and erect due to the cool air, as well as your lack of a bra. He bit his lower lip, gnawing on it to prevent him from groaning. He had sported a semi the entire lecture, his cock stirring at the sight of your cleavage and the needy look on your face.

 “Baby, stop, anyone can still come into the call.” He murmured, eyes trained on your much smaller fingers twisting and gently tugging on your nipples to stimulate them further.

 “I don’t care.” You breathlessly replied, trailing your fingertips over the waistband of your shorts, slowly pushing them off to reveal the tiniest piece of fabric covering your slit. “Let them see how much of a slut I am for you.”

 He couldn’t help himself – he let out a low groan, a murmur of appreciation, at the dark patch on your underwear. Feeling his cock beginning to harden further at the sight of you offering yourself up to him, he began palming himself through his sweatpants.

 “Do you still have that toy I bought you?” He asked, abandoning any and all pretence about stopping you from touching yourself. You smirked at this, knowing that there was no way that he would try to stop you after seeing how wet you were. If anything, his sex drive was much higher than your own.

 “Of course, Sir.” You purred, leaning over and grabbing the vibrating wand that he had gifted you for one of your birthdays. “I use it every day thinking about your cock.”

“And what do you think about, princess?” He encouraged, shifting his sweats slightly so that he could pull out his hardened member. You felt his eyes burn into you through the screen as you peeled off your panties, your arousal visible through the thick, sticky strands of slickness that clung to your slit.

 “I think about how Sir fucks me so good,” You replied, whimpering at the sight of his red-tipped cock in his fist. “How you fuck me stupid, until I’m shaking, until my cum is dripping out of me. How my pussy can’t handle how long and thick your cock is.”

 “Do you miss my cock, sweetheart?” He murmured, his fingers slick with lube and his precum to help him glide his fist over his pulsating cock to the thought of you. He heard you switch the wand on, his stomach twisting at the thought of someone clicking the ‘join’ button to innocently ask him a question and seeing this compromising scene. It somehow sent another rush of blood to his dick, making him wince from not properly touching himself to relieve some of the ache.

 “So much, Sir.” You whined, truthfully, hovering the wand over the tip of your engorged clit, barely giving yourself any stimulation; you knew you needed his permission to touch yourself. “I miss your cock so much. I miss choking on it.”

 “My good girl,” He groaned, seeing how you had restrained yourself to please him, “Do you want to touch yourself?”

 “Yes, Sir.” You breathed, your throat drying as your hand vibrated against the handle of the wand. “Please let me touch my pussy. I want to show you how much my cunt misses you.”

 He nodded, silently giving you the go ahead to touch yourself. Immediately you placed the wand onto your clitoris, a sigh of relief leaving your slightly parted lips as the vibrations finally made contact with your sensitive skin. Almost simultaneously Taehyung began actually pumping his cock, wanting to almost simulate the feeling of having you with him.

 Both of you did not take your gazes off of one another – it felt like it had been millennia since you had last heard his deep, guttural groans. Your eyes ravaged the image on screen, using every ounce of your imagination to make yourself believe that he was here instead of this stupid wand.

 “Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned, throwing his head back as his fist continuously worked over his length. Seeing the veins and flushed tip of his cock had you whining, turning the wand onto a higher setting to help you reach your climax faster. He heard this and smirked, the louder vibrations meeting his ears. “Do you want to cum that badly?”

 “Uh-huh, want to cum for you.” You whined, rocking against the toy slightly. “Let me use my fingers, Sir, please.”

 “You can, baby.” He cooed, veins on his forearm now prominent from the amount of work it had been doing. “Use your fingers to get off on the idea of Sir.”

 Digits already prodding at your slick entrance, you hurriedly pushed two fingers into your heat, sighing at the waves of pleasure washing over you.

 “Spread your legs more, I want to see your cunt.” He grunted, fist moving faster as his climax steadily built. Obeying him wordlessly, you opened your legs as much as you could, your glistening folds meeting his marvelling gaze. His eyes never left your entrance, where two of your fingers had been repeatedly fucking into your sopping entrance. “Add another finger, Jagi.”

 “A-Another one-e?” You stuttered out, the addictive feeling of an oncoming orgasm rendering you speechless. He let out a string of curses at your fucked-out expression, irritation bubbling inside him because it was not him who had made you feel that way.

 “Your slutty cunt can take it.” He growled, pumping his length faster as he felt his balls tighten. Without thinking, you slipped another finger into you, the appendage gliding smoothly into your wet, slippery heat.

 The noises and whines that left your parched throat were simply inhumane, the sounds too high-pitched and needy to be coming from you. Switching the wand to the highest setting, you immediately felt your back arch, the intense and almost violent vibrations, sending unending euphoric waves over you.

 “S-Sir, please let me cum!” You begged, knowing that there would be punishment if you came without his permission. As much as you loved getting punished by him, you needed your release now. “P-Please!”

 “God, you’re such a good whore! Always so fucking obedient.” He snapped, bucking into his hand without realising. “Cum for me, baby.”

 Relief flooded your being as he gave you permission to cum, knowing that your orgasm was mere millimetres away. Moans and whimpers tore harshly through your throat as pleasure washed over your body, your climax reaching a peak while cum gushed out of your cunt. You felt boneless, heat spreading through your entire being, all of the intense pleasure rendering you speechless.

 After what felt like years, you opened your eyes while your bare breasts heaved, only heavy breaths assaulting your ears as you turned the vibrating wand off. Taehyung had a similar situation going on: his chest moved erratically, his cum had squirted and dribbled over his still-clenched fist and a little over his bare thighs. The veins on his neck had become visible, probably due to the many times he had thrown his head back in pleasure, and he looked thoroughly fucked-out.

 His entire appearance, the sinfulness of it all, already had your libido stirring again. You never used to be this needy, this insatiable, until Taehyung entered your life with all his boxy smile and cockiness.

“Tae?” You breathed, voice slightly raggedy. He looked at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, signalling that you had successfully gotten his attention. “C-Can you come over?”

[witchyfrankincense]

La Méprise (part three)

Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: You start history with Spencer Reid in your university auditorium.

Warnings: violence, fight, reminding of trauma, season 13 spoilers, prof!Spencer, student!Reader, suggestive.

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Like clockwork, Spencer had turned around faster than you realized no one was following your steps next to you. Your heart dropped more than it already had as you understood that there was something, some nick, that you had failed to catch. But maybe you were the lost one here?

It seemed like Spencer had no doubts about his forthcoming actions – you watched him take quick, aggressive strides towards Mike. Seconds later, his tensed fist made contact with Mike's face. Spencer's act made you jump. Your usual first instinct would have been to yell, to interfere. But this time you didn't.

Right after the action, Mike was angrily pushed against the wall.

"You should stop talking," Spencer mumbled, angrily shoving him at the wall for the second time, pulling the man by his bunched-up jacket. Mike let out a pained groan and scoffed, later inhaling a deep breath of air. "Okay," he spat out. "Okay. Man."

"If you ever even look at me again," Spencer spoke, a harsher than usual undertone in his voice. However, soon after, he just went silent, staring at Mike for a few more moments before releasing him from his grip. You breathed out, shoulders dropping. You felt tiredness wash over you, obvious from all the stupidly scary events that had just happened.

After seeing Spencer turn back around and start walking towards you, you nodded and turned away from the sight of Mike silently chuckling and wiping his bloody nose. You opened the door. The fresh breeze of the outside air lifted your mood and you took a wide step outside.

"Can you still walk with me?" your voice reached both of yours' ears after you closed the door. "Oh, yeah. I'll join the team later," he replied, glancing in your direction. You both went quiet, still walking, Spencer seemingly following your lead of way. "Thank you," you suddenly muttered, placing your hands into your jacket pockets.

"Hm?" Spencer replied to your unexpected gratitude. You let out a small sigh, looking down at your synced-up footsteps. "Thank you for doing that. I would've punched the bitch myself, but, you know," you softly spoke. He smiled. "I'm not...usually a puncher," he weakly mumbled, shoving his hands into his pant pockets.

"I could've guessed," you joked, instantly frowning on yourself. "It's, not like you, you know, look like you wouldn't be able to, uh, punch someone, I was just—,"

"Joking. Yeah. To be fair, I agree," Spencer finished for you, making your shoulders drop in relief. You both let out chuckles. Continuing to walk down the asphalt path, you looked around the university campus. "Yeah, I usually take the bus to university. Quicker that way. I don't have the ability, nor want to sprint here at 8 a.m. Though, I enjoy a walk sometimes," you craned your neck to his side, sharing a random daily life thought. He nodded, straightening his shoulders.

"That is very true, actually, did you know that walks are extremely good for your well-being? Just 30 minutes every day can increase cardiovascular fitness, strengthen bones, reduce excess body fat, and boost muscle power and endurance. It can also reduce your risk of developing conditions such as, uh, heart disease, type 2 diabetes, osteoporosis and some cancers. Unlike some other forms of exercise, walking is, you know, free and doesn't require any special equipment or training," he finished talking, glancing at you brightly. You raised your eyebrows in shock and cheered.

"Wow! Spencer—,' you stopped, realizing your lack of knowledge about his last name. "Reid," he mumbled back, continuing to walk. "—Spencer Reid, the fact machine! Hey, buddy, does that head ever get too heavy for you?" you laughed out, crossing your arms and raising your head. "Hey," he mocked your tone, "That, is downright mean," he raised his voice playfully, his eyebrows furrowing.

You both bickered as you rounded the corner. And, you continued talking while walking down the lonely road. And while you pointed out the apartment building you were staying at.

And when you both said goodbyes after he had led you to the building door, a creeping feeling of awe kept trying to make you fall – to slip down the very stairs you built.

Five days later

Thursday.

"Spencer?"

Three mornings. After the boringly passed weekend, you had spent the last three mornings walking into the auditorium and longingly glancing at the seats – hoping to see the familiar curly-haired persona. But you never did, as each time you looked up, the seat was empty. Had you scared him off? Or maybe he thought you were weird? Many questions swarmed your mind constantly, and, well, there was really no hope of distracting it. Because the only person who could, wasn't showing up.

On the blessed fourth day, you walked into campus, sipping your new-bought iced latte with caramel, dressed in dashing black baggy jeans and 90's-esque top with a bunch of shiny silver jewelry all over your neck and hands, not expecting anything to be different. Because you got it, you understood – obviously he had a job to do, a terrifyingly important one, at that, and going to these lectures and meeting you was just a side mission – a pastime.

However, as you were making your way to the door, you noticed him – Spencer, standing near the entrance.

"Spencer? Hey, you're back," you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your sip of coffee and smiling. He returned the smile, nodding. "I am, uh, I had a bunch of cases, so, didn't really have time," he spoke, joining your stride to the door. "No, it's all good, Spence. I get it. Your job is extremely important, and I definitely don't expect you to, you know, always be here." Seconds later, you mentally cursed at yourself after realizing your accidental use of a nickname instead of his full name. "Shit—, sorry, I called you Spence," you pointed out quietly, glancing at him to watch his reaction. He, however, gave none.

"It's okay—you know, this teammate of mine, JJ, she's my best friend—, she also calls me Spence, so, yeah, you can, if you want," he mumbled out, a smile playing on his lips. "Wow, didn't know you had a girl best friend! I bet she's super cool," your voice rose in slight excitement.

You realized that you both had stopped walking.

"She is," Spencer replied wholeheartedly, smiling. His eyes then dropped down to your outfit. "You look pretty today, by the way," he pointed out, seconds later turning back to face the entrance and beginning to walk forward. Your mouth hung open in slight shock and it took you a good second to catch your expression, shake your head and speed walk towards Spencer.

He complimented you.

"Thank you," you mumbled after catching up to him, flashing him a grateful smile. He nodded. "You know, there's something I want to tell you," he suddenly spoke up, his lowered tone making your heart drop for no other reason than worry. "What is it?" you instantly asked, grasping the handle of your bag.

"Oh," Spencer lightly laughed, glancing at your direction. "It's nothing bad, I promise. I mean—I'll just tell you. I'll be in temporary teaching at this university," he mumbled. You raised your eyebrows, aiming your gaze at the ground. "Really? That's cool," you answered, smiling through your words. "So, you'll be my professor?" you blurted out a thought, regretting it a moment later.

"Yeah," Spencer chuckled back, looking at you. "Guess I will."

Butterflies suddenly erupted in your stomach, and your expression changed as you realized that. Shut up, you softies. You had no idea why you felt so warm out of the sudden, as all you did was think about Spencer being your professor.

Spencer being your professor? Did you have some weird professor and student fantasy?

You subconsciously shook your head and continued walking in silence alongside Spencer, deep in thought. However, a moment later your inner mind light bulb lit up and you lifted your head up, straightening your posture. "Wait, what trained FBI team member takes up temporary teaching for some inexperienced students?" you asked, shooting him a quick look. You saw him tense up, visibly sighing. He looked at you and weakly smiled.

"I really wished you hadn't asked me that," he muttered and you frowned. "Oh—I'm sorry, I didn't—,"

"It's okay. You have the right to know. I've—uh, I've been to prison. Falsely accused," he began, nervously correcting himself after noticing your intense stare. The both of you blinked in shock – you because of Spencer's sudden confession, him – probably because of the same thing.

"Of what?" you asked carefully. Spencer swallowed. "Multiple drug possession. Suspicion of drug distribution. Murder of Nadie Ramos," he muttered quietly. You felt your eyebrows furrow, mind running through all possibilities. "Oh."

"I was framed. But I still spent almost three months there. It was, uh, bad," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry," you replied, feeling at a loss of appropriate words. Spencer quickly shook his head, smiling. "You don't have to be. That's why I'm teaching. I was recommended to do it. It's like a...break, I guess."

You returned his smile, looking back at the ground. "You start today?"

"Yeah."

You began walking through the corridors, making your way to the auditorium. "I bet you'll make a great professor," you quietly exclaimed, watching his somewhat anxious expression shift into a softer one. He chuckled. "Thank you. I hope I'll live up to your expectations." "You will," you muttered almost instantly, voice higher. Once again, seconds later regretting even opening your mouth. Spencer laughed again. Walking through, Spencer pushed the already open door further, stopping so you'd walk first. You thankfully nodded back to him and smiled. "Go sit," he suddenly mumbled behind you and you felt him place his warm hand on your bare lower back, softly pushing you towards the seats.

You inhaled harshly, barely containing the need to arch beneath his hand, and quickly nodded, hurrying to the stairs. Spencer visibly grinned behind you.

Hopelessly ignoring your previous spot, you hurried to the second aisle, quietly hoping that the seat you chose wasn't taken. After all, you were fully ready to support Spencer on his new-found teaching, you obviously knew him more than the other students.

"Hello, uh, my name is Spencer Reid," he started, voice raising on his last name. The others quickly settled down, slightly interested in their new professor. He was easy on the eyes. You grinned to yourself, still gazing at him. Apparently, Spencer did indeed feel your stare at him, so he looked back, a smile beginning to play on his lips as he breathed in. Moments after, he began going on about a whole cluster of themes and subjects he had decided to teach you all. You failed to take your eyes of him.

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"Yes! So, this'll be it for today, don't forget to buy or get that book from somewhere else because it shares extremely good opinions and is very important for your understanding of what we're going through! And have a great day!" Spencer raised his voice to express his last thoughts to majority of the students who were already getting up from their seats and heading towards the exit door. You stayed, a wide smile on your lips as you noticed him glance at the leaving students with brighter than usual eyes. You stood up, fetching your bag and dropping it on your seat. You slowly walked towards Spencer, him finally looking back at you.

"See, you were great, Professor Reid," you jokingly exclaimed, seeing him laugh while packing his belongings behind the desk. "Thank you, Y/N, guess I am pretty great at teaching. I just, I don't know, felt as if you were all so interested in what I was speaking about, so, yeah, that was pretty great," he expressed, running his hand through his fluffy hair.

Your eyes subconsciously traced his hand, cheeks somewhat heating up, and you smiled. "Yeah, we were all pretty into your teaching. It's cool, your way of talking, I mean. But I think that wasn't the only reason why they were so immersed in you," you spoke, not realizing your accidental change of view. You both chuckled, Spencer seemingly deepening his gaze at you. "I wonder what that is," he teasingly replied, leaning down to get his case full of books and teaching material, however not turning his eyes away from yours.

You broke the eye contact, deciding that the conversation was way  too teasing for your liking, and laughed quietly to yourself.

Oh, shut up, Ms. I-might-have-a-professor-kink, I know you'd love for this mood to go on for the rest of your pitiful life.

"I wonder, too," you mumbled, feeling warmer. Spencer returned a light scoff. "Well, you seemed to know it when you first brought up the fact, so, tell me. I'm clueless, Y/N," he replied again with a tiny bit of a smooth velvet tone in his voice and your heart almost dropped in fear of his words. Why was he so confident? "Well, I think we're both kinda', you know, aware?" you hesitated, looking back at Spencer. His tongue darted out of his mouth, wetting his lips and he stood back, sliding his chair under the desk.

"Are we? Am I?"

You swallowed, trying to regain your usual snarky mood, while also moving back to your seat and snatching your bag from it. "I think so, yes," you exclaimed, sighing and joining his stride to the door. You both walked beside each other, Spencer sheepishly smiling and looking straight ahead. He didn't say a word until you reached the door.

"Well, why don't you think about that like a good student and tell me tomorrow, hm?" Spencer suddenly spoke up, making you freeze in your step. You widened your eyes at his words and looked up at him. His eyes were shimmering. You both stopped walking and you nodded, feeling awfully hot at his title for you. He smiled and unexpectedly raised his hand, leaning in closer and brushing a strand of hair out of your face, pushing it behind your ear. You continued to stare at him, wide-eyed, and he seemed to enjoy your confusion.

"Goodbye, Y/N," he muttered and lowered his hand near his side, opening the door and closing it behind him. You began feeling weak, reaching behind blindly in search of the wall. After you had found it, you leaned against it, trying to regain your breathing.

What just happened and why did you like it?

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[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

so basically this morning the entire day was going well- my bio lecture got cancelled, i finally got to make coffee this morning and didn't have to spend money, and class signups opened today so i was excited. so i get everything ready so that at 9:30 all i have to do is enroll in said classes and be done with it all. easy right? nope. 9:30 rolls along, the site doesn't crash, and i'm sitting there thinking about how lucky i am because all my upperclassman friends said that the site crashes all+

Rose good lord believe me when I tell you this is literally me whenever I sign up for classes because FUCKING HELL I want to kill whoever coded the damn website. But dude I am glad you got the classes you wanted (not to mention I have to do it three times a year because my uni’s divided into quarter systems 🥲) ! I’m sorry you didn’t get the calc prof you wanted tho 😭 but man do I understand where you’re coming from with labs because those classes always screw up my dream schedule 😭😭 AND OMG THE PART ABOUT PHYSICS CHANGING TO HONORS ONLY ROSE THE SAME THING HAPPENED TO ME LAST YEAR EXCEPT THE TA JUST DROPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH SO THEY HAD TO REMOVE THE CLASS ENTIRELY AHHHHHH but all in all I’m glad you got in anyway because signing up for classes is completely fucking irritating and I don’t blame you, love