#professor!gwliym

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Even though you were far from the lecture hall now, Gwilym still maintained a certain authority in your relationship. The power he had was clear and even after your year together it still never failed to make your knees weak when he asserted his dominance over you, his voice changing to a deeper tone and his eyes darkening whenever he chose to play with you. Your relationship was still very fair between you the two of you, and this side of him was usually only reserved for the bedroom or very special occasions outside of the confines of your boudoir.

He had almost managed to hide his feelings for you until you’d graduated, but had failed only a couple of months before; already knowing that you had a yearning for him as well thanks to your very obvious lip bites during lectures as he earned the attention of the room so effortlessly with his quick wit and smooth, silky voice that made you clench underneath the desk. It came as a shock to you when he pulled you aside one day, testing the waters by making conversation about life outside of studying and eventually asking to meet you for a drink that evening. As soon as you were both out of the educational setting sparks flew straight away and you ended up staying the night at his, even though it was on the sofa at first, and you practically hadn’t left since then, except now you were beside him in bed instead of downstairs.

The way he’d propose was so typically him, but he knew you’d say yes after dropping subtle hints about the idea of it beforehand, so that’s why he did it while withholding your climax as he stilled inside you and uttered the command of ‘marry me’; only continuing his punishing pace when you managed to say yes, and you’d never had an orgasm like it in your entire life when you finally got there. In true Gwliym style he’d made sure it had to be kept a secret between the two of you this way, and when people asked how he’d proposed you had a family appropriate lie to tell instead of explaining how you’d got engaged midway through love making; the threat of having your orgasm withheld luckily having no effect on your answer.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Gwil asks as he sits down beside you while you stare out of the living room window into the garden.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing,” you smile as you’re snapped back to reality.

“Are you sure?” he frowns as he lifts his hand and strokes the back of your head gently.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about how you proposed,” you reply as you let him guide your head to his shoulder.

“That crosses my mind a lot,” he says as he tilts his head to kiss your hair, “especially when I’m alone at my desk. The desperate, begging expression that was etched across your face was something I won’t forget any time soon.”

You lift your head from his shoulder and kiss his jaw before your eyes are drawn to the clock on the wall and the sudden realisation that you had somewhere to be.

“We’ve got to go!” you gasp, getting up off of the sofa and running into the hall to get your shoes on.

“What? Where?” Gwil asks as he leans against the door frame, studying your body as you bend over to pull on a pair of boots.

“My cousin’s birthday!”

“I’m so sorry,” he gasps lightly, his voice steady and calm unlike yours, “I completely forgot. The gifts are upstairs on the spare bed, I’ll get the wine,” he continues as he slips on a pair of loafers.

This pretty much summed you both up; him the calm and collect professor who seemed completely unperturbed by any stressful situation, and you the scatter brained art history lecturer who was almost always late and had at least one pen or pencil sticking out of her hair. They do say that opposites attract, and it was certainly undeniable when it came to you two. Gwilym opens the front door for you as you come rushing down the stairs with the presents and your car keys jingling in your other hand, then he locks up behind you both while you start the engine and tap the steering wheel impatiently as you wait for him to slide in beside you.

“Have you got everything?” he asks, knowing what you’re like.

You take a few seconds to think before nodding, “yes, I believe so!”

“It’s a miracle,” he chuckles lightly, giving your thigh a squeeze before you reverse off the drive.

You enjoyed his constant touches, the need to know you’re there and you won’t leave him the main motivation behind them, and the comfort they gave you filled your own need to be validated and reminded that it was you, and only you, that he wanted. When you pull up outside the house where your family were gathering Gwilym carefully takes a hold of your jaw so he can turn your head to face him, then his gaze falls upon your lips as he moves in to press a hungry kiss against them as his light grip slides down to your neck. You gasp into his mouth as he squeezes you briefly before letting go and breaking away from your lips, then you watch as he exits the car before you, going up to the front door and making your arrival known before you’ve even left the car.

“Arse,” you whisper to yourself as you free yourself from the seat belt; annoyed yet also extremely turned on at how he could leave you wanting more from a simple touch.

As soon as you walk in two children run past you both with a loud giggle, and your cousin gives you an exasperated sigh as he welcomes you in.

“I take it Helen’s family are here too then?” you chuckle as you give him a hug.

“Yep, and the 87 kids they have between her sisters! Hi Gwilym, thank you both for coming,” he smiles as he shakes Gwil’s hand.

“Don’t be so dramatic, there’s only three!” you laugh.

“Four now actually… Anyway, come on through and help yourself to something to eat and drink, and just move out the way if you see some children heading straight for you, because trust me they will not stop.”

“I appreciate the heads up,” Gwilym says with a raise of his eyebrows.

He slips his hand in yours tightly as you walk into the living room where most of the noise was coming from and you’re greeted by Helen’s family while yours hides out in the peacefulness of the garden. Somehow you’re torn away from Gwil as one of the little ones insists on showing you something very important, and within fifteen minutes you appear to have a mini art club going at the coffee table with all three kids and the new baby on your lap. The three, six and seven year olds sit in front of you in awe as you use their paints and pencils to create a rainbow over a forest of trees, then they copy your picture and add their own special touches to their works of art.

“That’s amazing!” you encourage them, “I love that dinosaur!”

Gwilym looks on from the doorway after having spoken to your family, his fingers tapping along the stem of his wine glass while he watches you carefully; the baby now being rocked in your arms as you idly stroke their tiny toes with your free hand and keep your eye on the older kids opposite you. His eyes widen as you look down at the small bundle in your arms and run the back of your hand so gently along their small, chubby cheek, then down their arm to the delicate little fingers that grasp one of your fingers automatically, and in that moment he aches to see you with your own.

“She’s brilliant with them,” Helen’s sister grins from beside him.

“A natural,” Gwilym nods.

“You’re going to be next!” she sings as she walks away.

You would, you definitely would, even if you didn’t quite realise it yet.

“We’ve got to go,” Gwil whispers as he kneels down next to you, taking a quick look at the sleeping baby pressed against your bosom, “we really need to get going.”

“Why? Are you feeling okay?” you frown with concern.

“I need to get you pregnant,” he says quietly, but very seriously.

“You… What?”

“I said I need to get you pregnant, now.”

He pulls his face away from your so you can see it properly, and the pleading look in his eyes is more than enough to make you nod and start your goodbyes before handing the baby back and heading towards the front door.

“I’m not quite sure the ‘Gwilym doesn’t feel well’ line worked with you and your wandering hands all over me,” you say on the drive home.

“I couldn’t care less right now,” he states as he reaches over and lifts your dress so he could gain access to your underwear.

“What are you doing?!”

“I need you wet and ready by the time we get in the door,” he says with a lick of his lips while his fingers slip underneath the cotton and run along your folds.

Your knuckles begin to turn white with how tight you’re gripping the steering wheel and by the time you arrive home you’re certainly in the state he wanted you to be in; his already erect member sliding inside you with ease as he bends you over the drawer unit in the hallway before the front door has even shut. You slide your hands out to grip onto either end of the unit and steady yourself as he fills you over and over again whilst animalistic grunts leave his salivating mouth at the thought of you pregnant with his child.

“So you want me pregnant, huh?” you pant as he helps you stand on your unsteady legs after turning to face him.

“Yeah,” he nods before gently biting down on his lower lip, “I need to see you growing with our child, your stomach swollen with our baby safe inside, your breasts filling with the milk they’ll need, your whole body working to create our own little miracle. But that was a warm up, purely because I couldn’t control myself over the thought of it all.”

He discards his clothes where he stands and encourages you to do the same before taking your hand and leading you upstairs to the bedroom as you follow him in a stunned silence. You’d spoken about kids soon after he popped the question, but it was always finished with ‘in the future’, and never any more precise than that, although you certainly weren’t complaining about it happening now.

“Are you sure this is what you want Gwil?” you question when you get to the bedroom and slip your hand from his.

“Do you really think I would have mentioned it if I wasn’t?” he replies, taking your face between his hands.

“I suppose not...”

“I love you so much I feel as if I can’t breathe when you’re not near me,” he frowns with conviction.

You smile at him as your fingers wrap around his wrists lightly and slowly lower his hands from your face so you can pull him towards the bed here you throw back the covers and slide underneath them ready for him.

“Let’s make a baby then,” you grin as he positions his body above yours.

“Lift your bum up sweetheart,” he winks as he grabs a pillow from the other side of the bed to place right at the base of your spine, “I need to make sure I get nice and deep.”

Your fingers weave their way through his hair as he slowly eases himself inside you once more, then his hand travels up your body as he starts to move, and his lips leave lingering kisses along your neck and shoulder while your hands now tug lightly at his locks. This time he was slow and methodical with his movements, your hips meeting in a steady rhythm while the angle he was at allowed a deeper thrust.

“Gwil,” you groan, “ah! Oh god.”

His teeth sink down around your nipple and you can feel his lips turn up into a smirk at your reaction to both the tenderness of them at the moment and the sting of pleasure the bite gave you.

“I knew it,” he grins smugly as he lifts his head.

“Knew what?”

“That this would be the perfect time,” he says, ending the sentence with a stuttered moan.

“Because I should be… fuck!… ovulating?”

“Mhmm,” comes his muffled reply as he buries his face between your bosom and licks up to your chin before kneading one of your breasts with his hand, “these will be so big,” he exhales.

You open your mouth to reply but his pace increases at the thought of your chest expanding during the pregnancy, and all that emanates from your mouth is an unsteady moan as you try and keep your hips in sync with his.

“Your curves are going to be accentuated by the growing bump,” he pants, turning the speed up that little bit more and enhancing the sound of his skin smacking against yours with a renewed desperation to fill you with everything he had.

“Gwilym!” you cry out as your body now moved up the bed with his forceful thrusts and your fingers now dig into his back as your heels cross over and encourage him by pressing on his buttocks.

The sensations were almost too much for you and he notices the change in expression on your face as your mouth hangs open and your eyes squeeze shut, so he makes sure to cover your face in wet kisses to let you know he knew.

“You’ve got to take it… take it all… can you do that?” he whispers beside your ear.

“Yes Professor Lee,” you reply, knowing what effect that had on him.

“Oh you’re such a good girl… so… good,” and with one long loud groan he gives you everything you need; your thighs then shaking either side of his hips right on cue.

Once your pulses around his length have drained him of his seed you both stay as you are for a couple of minutes; him holding himself above your chest with one arm as his free hand brushes the hair back from your face lovingly, and he leans down to slip his tongue into your mouth for a hungry kiss as you smile up at him knowing that there’d be a lot more of this happening from now on.

professor Gwilym with a breeding kink!

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