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Teachers Pet-chapter 33: Remus

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Chapter 32

I had been letting myself sleep in as long as possible not only for the rest, but to help pass the time. I usually woke up around ten sometimes eleven depending on how late I had stayed up, but today my brain had other plans. I wake awake bright and early at five o'clock. I had only just gone to bed four hours ago so I figured I would be sleeping till noon, but unfortunately I was woken up by a dream. Most would call it a dream, but I called it a nightmare. 

Because it was  a dream about me being married with kids, except I was married to Severus, not that I hate the idea, I just didn't need to be reminded of how that's never gonna happen. And of course my body loves to do this thing where once I'm awake, I can't go back to sleep. So I decided to just get up now and start my day early. I took my time showering, I even did a hair and a face mask, shaved, and styled my hair without magic, just to pass the time. I took my time figuring out what to wear and I even did eye shadow with my makeup. I brushed out my shirt adding a belt to my waist and looked out the window. The sun had started to rise and peak over the forest line. I looked at the clock and dropped my shoulders when I saw it was only six. "You have got to be kidding me, no way I did all of that in an hour." I said to myself. I was glad all my roommates went home for break, this allowed me some freedom to talk to myself and walk around in my underwear. I grabbed my coat, wand, and Lolita and headed out to walk around. I didn't really have a plan on where I was going to go, but i'd figure it out as I went.

I exited my dormitory and walked into the common room, I hadn't seen many Slytherins that stayed but every now and then we would cross paths in here. I walked out and down the hall not seeing anyone in the halls. It was kind of eerie being awake while the sun was just starting to rise, the school was so empty and quiet. I looked out a window as I passed by and saw the sunrise glistening over the lake, light hitting the water and the surrounding snow. I smiled at the sight and made my way outside. The snow crunched under my boots as I walked over to a bench that sat along the pathway. I sat down on it looking at the lake that was sparkling from the sun's reflection. A cloud of air could be seen every time I breathed out and I could feel my nose getting red. I really loved when it was cold out and there was snow on the ground, I wouldn't have come out here if it was snowing though that would mean it was too cold to come and read. And I could feel the warmth of the sun slowly stretching across my face and hands, spreading warmth on my cheeks. It was so beautiful I couldn't believe I went to school here. I barely even thought of Beauxbatons anymore. I smiled and opened up my book, unfolding the corner as I began to read.

About thirty minutes later I lifted my head from the book, hearing a noise, I looked to my left and saw the noise was the crunching of the snow under the new professor's feet. "Hello." I said smiling as he walked over, hands in his pockets, "Hello Y/n what are you doing out here this early?" he smiled looking out at the lake. "I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep so I came out here to read." I said scooching over so he could sit next to me. He smiled and sat down on the bench. "What about you?" I asked as I looked back to my book. "Oh just an early morning walk. I also could not sleep." I nodded and folded the corner of my page closing my book, "What are you reading?" he asked motioning to my book, I felt my cheeks redden a bit and looked at him and then back at my book. "Um this book called Lolita." I said smiling awkwardly. He hummed in response nodding his head with a smile. "Have you read it?" I asked, nervous of his response, I don't know why I was freaking out I mean there are so many books Im sure no one has actually read this, and even if they have its not like I support every decision made in it, but it is a bit awkward.  "No, I've just heard  of it." he smiled. We sat for a moment in silence, "So I hear you're a werewolf." I said chuckling lightly at the silly statement I made. He tensed up and bit and looked down at me, "And what leads you to think that." he asked in a bit more of a serious tone, but with a small smile. "Oh nothing just rumours, i'm only teasing." I said playfully, resting a hand on his arm in reassurance, he laughed along shifting in his spot. "Unless you are one, if that's the case then you are indeed way cooler than the last teacher." I joked, he reddened in the face a bit and smiled, "I can assure you I do not grow a tail." he assured me, laughing along. We sat and got to know each other more, he was a really sweet man and I could easily see myself being friends with him. We oddly had a lot in common too, we liked the same artists and movies, he even mentioned how he himself was not too potion savvy. We joked about many failed experiences in the subject.

"So If you went to school here, does that mean you went here with Severus? I mean Professor Snape." I said, shaking my head correcting myself. He sat up straight for a moment and looked out at the lake, he sighed and nodded his head. "Yes I did actually, we were in the same grade." he said, his face softening and his smile slowly fading a bit. I noticed the change in posture and tone and looked at him confused.  "Well what was he like? Was he mean like he is now? Did he bully you?" I asked trying to figure out why his energy shifted. He took a moment and cleared his throat. "No, not exactly." I kept my gaze on him, examining his facial expressions. "Did you guys fight or something?" I pried. "Yes you could say that, I had a group of friends, and two of us Sirius and James liked to pick on him often, I would try to convince them to leave Severus alone, but they'd never listen." he said leaning over and resting his elbow on his knees. Taken aback I looked away from him and to the lake. "That's horrible, what would they do to him?" I asked curiously. He took a moment pondering on what to say, "They would pick on him for being in Slytherin and would call him names and such." he confessed. I frowned and looked down at my hands. "Oh." I said quietly. "But Severus was a loner and he wasn't perfect either, but it's really not my place. James never really gave him a chance though, he bullied him from the start and would do it for fun and out of boredom sometimes." he added. I nodded and looked around at the snowy landscape thinking about it.

This would make a lot of sense as to why Severus was so cruel, he clearly had a hard life. It hurt my heart to think about him just trying to go about his day and some obnoxious boys decide to hurt him. I could almost cry at the thought and blinked hard to try and erase the thoughts from my mind. "But what did Snape ever do to them?" I asked, already predicting the answer. "Nothing. He was just a wallflower, associated himself with the dark arts and the wrong people and James saw him as an easy target." he admitted looking down at his feet. "Did they ever apologize? Or befriend him?" I also already knew this answer, "No, James died and Sirius was locked up." he said sadly, I rested a hand on his leg and smiled, "I'm sorry, even though they were bullies, I'm sure they were good friends of yours." I said kindly, "Thank you, they were, but i'm not sure if they would have even attempted to make amends, nor do I think Severus would have any interest in doing so either."  he said honestly, "Is Sirius still in Azkaban?" I asked, hoping I wasn't overstepping, I noticed a shift in his eyes when I mentioned the man's name. "No he got out a few years ago and is living in London." he said smiling. I could see a look in his eyes, I searched the blue spheres and tried to identify the look, "Does he have a family?" I asked trying to talk about him more, "No not really. I'm kind of all he's got left." his eyes flashed with a bit of sadness but stayed sparkling on the thought of the man, I smiled to myself when I realized why I recognized the look in his eyes. It was because it was the very same look I had when thinking about Severus. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I just nodded in response.

I looked at his hand and noticed he didn't have a ring on his finger and looked up at him trying to figure out why he wasn't married. He was so nice and funny and handsome something didn't add up. "Why aren't you married? I mean a handsome man such as yourself you would think would have a partner and kids and stuff." I questioned cautiously, trying not to overstep. He laughed and blushed a bit, sitting up and leaning back on the bench, "I'm not sure, I just haven't met the right person I suppose." I nodded in agreement and just then I spotted a few students walking around inside. "I guess everyone's waking up, breakfast will start soon, wanna walk with me?" I asked politely, standing up and grabbing my book. He nodded and stood up as well, following beside me as we walked back inside the warm building and headed to the great hall. "So why are you here now? Why didn't you come when everyone else comes back from break?" I asked as we walked through the halls. "I guess I just wanted to get my room in order and hang out a bit in the school, it's a very nostalgic feeling, being back." he shared as we walked into the Great hall. We stopped at the staff table to finish up our conversation, I looked up behind him and noticed a dark professor glaring down at us, I furrowed my brows slightly, wondering why he would be so upset about this, but then I remembered what Remus had said, and although Remus maybe didn't participate he was still a bystander, and i'm sure Severus still held that against him, I smiled a little to myself thinking about how I could use this to my advantage. "Okay well I will catch you later at the firework show, it was lovely getting to know you and talk." I said smiling up at Remus, I kindly rested a hand on his arm and looked over to the now tense and fuming Severus, I could practically almost see the steam coming off of him, to anyone else he would look normal, but I could see it in his eyes, and his place fist he had clenched. I didn't understand why he was getting so angry with me fraternizing with Remus, he said so himself he didn't care about me that way.

When I looked back at Remus as he said his goodbye I could have sworn I felt a tug in my mind, a very familiar tug, like someone trying to pry their way in. Remus walked away and up to his seat, which was thankfully far from Severus, and I shot Snape a glare, I knew he was the only one that would be remotely interested in my thoughts and the look in his eyes only confirmed my suspicions. Two can play at this game I thought to myself as I slowly went and sat down where Luna and I had sat yesterday. I wasn't as good as him obviously and had just barely learned how to read thoughts without my wand. But I stared him down trying to get into his mind, it wasn't about reading his thoughts, it was more about making him aware he got sloppy and wasn't undetected in his attempt to read mine, I just needed to ensure he felt it. Which he confirmed when his eyes went from anger to hostility and then back to anger. I stopped my attempts and he glowered at me, I smiled and waved sarcastically and turned to the blonde girl that approached me and sat down. "Having a staring contest with Professor Snape or something?" she said, teasing me a bit. "What? No. I was just waving to the new teacher, I haven't got a clue why Snapes glaring over at me." I lied, which I felt bad doing, but Hermione and Draco were the only ones that knew of my feelings for Snape and I planned on keeping it that way.

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Professor’s Pet

A/N: This is pure smut pwp. Couldn’t help myself. I know a few peole thirtsy for Professor Namjoon. So here ya go my lovelies!

characters; Professor!Namjoon x TeachersAide!Reader

Warnings: pure unadluterated smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism

Word Count: 4403

You entered the lecture hall just like all the other students. Letting the others pour in through the double doors, you waited until all seats were taken. You meandered through the maze of sleepy-eyed students, smiling as you recall your first year at Uni. You take your seat at the lone desk to the right of the lecture stage. Smoothing your skirt down, you slide into your seat and cross your legs. The doors to the back of the hall swing open, and all eyes turn to the sound. A collective sigh echoes off the walls as the young girls in the class take in the visage before them. 

“Good morning class. Welcome to History of Sexuality 101. I am your professor Kim Namjoon.” 

It had not been that long since you had seen him last. He took his annual vacation the last two weeks of summer break. And you had taken off for the States the month before that. What stood before you was a changed man. Usually his hair was clean cut, naturally dark brown, and skin a soft honey tone. But this, this man was gorgeous. His hair had gown out, now styled in a tousled mess. His skin was tanned to a deep caramelized honey and he was wearing wire rimmed glasses. You swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn’t notice you staring. 

He made his way to the front of the room, coming to stand behind the podium. He eyes roamed the class,finally settling on you. 

“Class I would like to introduce you to my Teacher’s Aide Y/N Y/L/N. She has been helping me teach for the past two years.” 

There was a cacophony of hellos and sighs. You knew how the girls felt, you remembered how your heart raced the first time you saw him. Those eyes that could read your inner most thoughts. That smilet hat could melt the snow of a thousand winters’ snow. Those lips that could form words that sounded like a song as he spoke. 

“Morning Class.” You stood slightly, bowing in greeting to the students first, and then to Professor Kim. “Morning Professor.”

The initial lecture went on without a hitch, and the sudden intrusion of the bell had you nearly jumping in your seat. Class was dismissed, and you gathered the papers from the long lines of conference tables. You carried them to your desk, shuffling them to make a neat pile. You felt warm breath fan across your bare neck, chills dancing down your spine. You turned around, finding him smiling down at you. 

“So, Miss Y/N, ready for another semester?” You grinned cheekily, nodding in response. “Good, good. I must add, you look stunning as usual. The States treated you well, I see.”

“Yes they did. I had a lovely visit with my Auntie and Uncle. How was your trip this year? What exciting adventure did you take this time?” 

“I visited Vienna and Norway. You know me, museums and nature.” You laughed, knowing good and well his love of the arts and Mother Nature.  You chatted for a few more minutes while the both of you gathered your things. Just as you were about to dismiss yourself, you felt his hand encircle your wrist, turning you to face him. His eyes searched yours, lips trying to form words that never came. 

“I will see you later? How about we meet up after your last class and go over the syllabus.” He nodded , his head lowering to the ground as his cheeks blushed a faint shade of rose. You placed your hand over his, telling him goodbye. He watched as you faded from sight, mentally kicking himself for not saying the thoughts that were jumbled in his head. He had to tell you, before it was too late. But he was afraid that it would change the dynamic of your close friendship, and that was something he didn’t want to lose. The meeting came and went, and still he was left speechless. He had to figure something out, and quick. 

The next week of lectures sailed by smoothly, even with the occasional lame attempt from frat boy trying to hit on you. Namjoon was always quick to save you from their advances, telling them something akin to regulations and failing class. His chivalry had your heart racing,and your mind swirling. But you knew the repercussions of flirting with a professor, and your future hung on this position. 

“Y/N, I need your help tomorrow with the lesson I am giving a live demonstration and I will need your assistance if you don’t mind.” He was sitting at his desk, fingers interlaced behind his head as he leaned back in the seat. “I know your going to think me mad, but I need you to dress, umm, seductively?” He was blushing again, and you could feel your own cheeks heating. 

“Seductively? Well, okay. Anything in particular?” You began imagining all the skimpysexy clothes you had,but never wore because you were embarrassed. You had curves in all the perfect places, but didn’t think you should be showing them off. Damn self conscious negativity. But this was an opportunity to have people noticing you in the name of education. 

“Well, how about that one skirt you have, the dark grey one. Oh, and that halter top you wore at the end of last semester.” He tried hard to hide the fact that he really wanted to see you in that outfit outside of work, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

“Okay. I guess I will see you tomorrow. Have a good night Professor.” You hesitate, looking at him with hopeful eyes, wanting his to see what is there without you having to speak it into existence. There is a heavy silence that fills his small office,and the tension is so thick , you can hardly breathe properly. He looked up from his laptop, tilting his head as he studied your features. 

“Goodnight. Get home safely.” You left his office, cursing your mind for the images that were popping up. Images of him undressing behind that desk, eyes boring into your soul. 

“Fuck” was all you could mutter as the door shut behind you.

The next morning you showered, taking extra time to shave every inch that had unwanted hair. You styled your hair with extra attention to showing of your neck and shoulders. Your make-up was light, accentuating your features and made your eyes pop with vibrant color. You slipped into the long skirt, loving the way it flared out, but still clung to your hips. The white halter top clung to your body, the swell of your breasts peeking just above the neckline. You slid your feet into strappy sandals, then looked yourself over in the mirror. You had to admit, you looked beautiful, and decided that if this didn’t do anything to the professor, nothing would. You gathered your bag and headed out the door. The short walk form your apartment to the campus took about ten minutes. You could feel eyes on you, the leering glances from young and horny college boys. You even garnered a few cat calls, which even though disgusting in nature, brought a faint smile to your lips. You arrived early, entering the lecture hall before everyone else. 

Professor Namjoon was putting a long table at center stage, between your desk and the podium. When he heard the doors open he looked up, turning to face the direction of the sound. His eyes widened and mouth fell slightly open as he drank you in. You, in return, had to stop mid-step as you raked your gaze over him. His royal blue oxford was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, the well defined muscles just barely visible. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the outline of strained muscles etched into his forearms as he leaned against the table’s edge. His long legs stretched out in front of him, the taut strain of his thighs visible beneath his khakis. You felt a flame ignite low in your belly, the heat rising to warm you throughout. 

“Good- good morning Y/N. You look… Perfect.” He licked his lips, the sudden parched feeling in his mouth had him begging for a drink of cool water. You lowered your head, your inner goddess standing up and taking over. You made your way to the table, stopping mere inches from him. 

“Morning Professor. I hope this is what you were looking for?” You spun on your heel, the skirt billowing out as you took it in your fingers then curtsied. When you finally met his gaze, you couldn’t help but stare back at him. It was in that moment, when there as nothing around you, that you knew you were falling, and the bottom would never come. 

Just as he was about to speak, the students began filing in, and you took a few steps back. You had to force your eyes to divert away from his and greet the students with a smile that was probably wider than it should be. He straighten, saying his usual hellos and other mundane greetings. His voice was an octave lower and harsh, something that took you both by surprise. 

As the student took their seats, Namjoon made his way to the podium. He gave you a sly look, then addressed the class. 

“Today students, we are going to have a visual demonstration on wanton sexuality. We will discuss how to seduce and enrapture your lover. We will talk about foreplay, specifically fallatio and cunnilingus.” There was a collective gasp from the students, and you even joined in. Just what did he mean by visual demonstration? You looked at him from the corner of your eye, and the look on his face had you even more confused. He had a flat affect, no sign of what was going through his mind at that time. You crossed your legs tightly, already feeling the hint of dampness in your silk panties. You shuddered noticeably, hoping the rest of the class didn’t see. Your head snapped up when you heard him say your name.

“Y/N. Could you please join me up here?” You felt all eyes on you as your rose from your desk and joined him in the middle of the stage. “Now, Y/N is going to help me with the demonstration. Pay attention class, there may be a test on this.” He gave a wink, the class going silent as they got their pens and pencils ready for notes. Namjoon took your hand and guided you to stand in front of the table he set up. Placing his hands on either side of your waist, he hoisted you up, seetling you on the side of the table. 

“No class, imagine that you have this beautiful woman before you. You want her, and you want her desperately. You want to show her who’s in control. So what do you do?” He scanned the boy and girls, nodding at their various answers. “Those were all good choices. Now lets put one into practice. “Y/N, I want you on your knees.” Something changed in his eyes. They were dark and dangerous, and you felt your legs quiver in anticipation. You quickly obeyed, sliding of the table and onto your knees. He positioned himself in front fo you,his pelvis at eye level. 

“Now, babygirl, take the zipper in your teeth and unzip my pants without using your hands.” You looked up at him through your lashes, searching for any sign that he was playing. You leaned forward, using your tongue to place the zipper pull between your teeth, slowly lowering your head as you heard the zipper unlatching. He undid his belt and unbuttoned the single button, leaving his pants now laid open. You could see the black of his boxers, you mouth watering at the sight.

“Now, pull my pants down with your hands, then place your hands on your lap.” You did as you were told, resting your noe trembling hands on your lap as you waited for his next command.

“As you can see class, her hands are slightly shaking. Is it from anticipation, want, fear? This is where communication is vital.” He looked down at you, his voice becoming soft as he spoke to you. 

“If you ever want me to stop, just say so. I want you to always feel safe, and know that I would never do anything to hurt you.” You nodded in assent, desire evident in your gaze as you watched him.

“Now, be a good girl and pull my boxers down with your teeth, that’s it, just like that. Using only your tongue, I want you to guide my cock into your mouth.” The second your warm, wet, tongue touched the head of his cock, he let out a breathy sigh. His legs tensed,the muscles stretching tight under his heated flesh. He was heavy on your tongue and you could feel him growing harder in the warm cavern of your mouth. It was mind shattering how his filthy words, mixed with the salty taste of precum, made you hungry for more. In the background, you could hear the scuffling of seats as the students leaned forward. The thought of you on full display, letting someone watch you, had your body buzzing with need. The idea of you pleasuring someone, and having others know it was you doing this to him, and not them, made you feel empowered. His voice brought you back to the present, and you were ready to oblige his next orders. 

“Hollow your cheeks, princess. I want to feel the back of your throat. I want to feel it tighten as you swallow around me.” You wondered if you could take in the entirety of his length and girth, but you were damned and determined to make it happen. You felt the prick of tears in your eyes, but you had lost all sense to back off. You wanted, no, you needed, to feel all of him in your mouth. 

“Now class, shehow compliant she is. She wants this just as much as you do. She wants to please you, because she knows you will please her in return. Watch carefully as I then fist my fingers in her hair, holding her head still as I begin to thrust my hips and fuck into her hot, wet mouth.” The groan that escaped his lungs filled the large room. You could barely hear the clearing of throats and feminine sighs over the thrumming of your heart in your ears. 

“See how well she takes me, my cock fully sheathed until I can feel the back of her throat. At this point- Fuck. At this point, i can already feel my orgasm building, just from watching that pretty little head moving back and forth as I set the pace. But,I’m not ready yet. She deserves some much needed attention too. Right?” 

Everyone agreed, their own voices strained and thick. Without warning, he pulled his hips back, slipping out of your mouth with a sloppy wet pop. His fingers untangled themselves from your hair. You watched as he offered his hand to you, wrapping long slender fingers around yours as you took his hand. He helped you up, his eyes running up and down your body, finally settling on your lust blown pupils.

“Alright babygirl, up on the table.” He easily lifted you up, gently setting you back down where you had started. With a gentle push, he had you laying back on the table. He reached under each knee, pulling you towards him. You felt him move your legs as he told the class your next moves.

“Legs apart and spread them wide for me princess. Good, now just close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so.” You shut your eyes tight, every nerve fiber at the ready for a touch, for anything. 

“Come closer everyone. I want you to really see what happens when she is worshipped and touched in the most intimate of ways. Watch how she reacts when I do this.” Your entire body shook with need, wanting to feel any part of him touching you. You almost came when you felt his tongue, wide and flat, run up along the seam of your folds which were already dripping and coated in your sweet juices. His hands were hot on your flesh as they held your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt to the class. Feeling you shake, he smiled against you. 

“Don’t move baby or else I’m going to have to smack that pretty little ass of yours.” The ‘oohs’ and snickers had your head spinning. “Now class, watch and learn. She’s now laid open and needy, hungry for my lips to latch onto her clit. It’s buzzing and tingling, craving for attention, isn’t princess?” You nodded quickly, unable to make coherent words form in your head or on your lips.

He darts his tongue out, barely flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. You can’t help the low breathy moan that falls from your lips in a whimper. Your back arches off the table, hands searching for purchase on something, anything, to keep you grounded. 

“Did you see that? She how she shows me, without words, thats she wants more? Now lets see how she does when I do this, shall we?” He pullsyourclit between his teeth, nipping at it gingerly. Your hands find the tousled dark locks of his hair, gathering them in your fists as you push his head down further. He laps at your clit, the tip swirling tight hard circles over your nub as your begin to moan louder. He leans his head back, his mouth and chin glistening from your slick juices.

“Hear those sounds? That’s what pleasure sounds like. Those are needy desire filled moans.” You shook the desk with the force of your body shuddering. His voice was deep, almost menacing, as he spoke. 

You nearly cum as he dips a finger inside you, slowly dragging it along your walls.  When he take a second finger, entering you and scissoring them apart. You mewl and keen without caring who heard. You could feel the sting and stretch as he opens you up, making you ready to welcome him inside of you. 

You are bereft of contact, suddenly cold with the absence of his lips on your dripping wet pussy. You turn your head left and right, searching for any indication of where he was. His voice guided your senses until your head was looking in his direction. 

“Let’s watch her come undone class. Let’s watch her as she become raw and unbridled. I want to watch her as she looks at me. Let’s learn together, okay. But, I won’t let her cum until you all tell me if you think she’s ready.” He is looking at you, your skirt up around your waist, your panties at your ankles. He situates himself between your legs, the warm, a welcomed intrusion. He puts his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweetness before hie dips  them under the lining of your bralette. He brings the edges down, exposing your breast to the cool air. Your nipples harden as he blows cool air across them, taking one is his hand and twisting it harshly between his fingers while his mouth suckles on the other. You grip his arms, digging your nails into his strong biceps. He frees one breast from his hold as they trail down your sides and to your hips. His fingers dig in, hard enough to know you will have bruises later that day. He drags you across the table until your ass is just on the ledge. You feel his hard cock coming to nestle between your folds, slicking it from base to head. 

“Open your eyes babygirl. Look me in the eyes, and don’t look away.” He wraps his hand around his cock, the head a deep purple, as he gives it a few slow languid strokes. His other hand is still buried between your legs, pumping in and out of you, bringing you dangerously close to release. Your eyes open, focusing in on his. His pupil are full blown, dark and dangerous if you didn’t know what he was planning to do to you. But you did know, and that hint of danger had you thriving for more. You had to have him filling you up, claiming you as his, if only for this moment. 

“P-please.” it was barely a whisper, but he had heard your words. Something changed when he heard you. It was no longer a carnal need, but something more that made him want to have you. It was the long pent up feelings he had for you that made him want to claim you as his, and his alone. 

He placed the head of his cock at your entrance, teasing you until you were a writhing mess. Forgetting about the class, he rolled his hips forward, inching deeper and deeper inside of you. You felt like home, the way hit fit inside you, your velvet wals stretching the closing around his length like you two were made for each other. The surroundings disappeared as he looked down at you. You were beautiful, in the throws of pure unadulterated passion, and he had never seen such raw unhinged beauty as he saw now. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Do you even know how purely sexy you look right now? I will never get enough of looking at you, claiming your body as mine.” He could care less if the class was privy to the fact that he wanted you, craved you. He bent down over you, ghosting his lips over yours. When they parted in a sigh, he claimed your mouth in a fevered kiss. You could taste the heady mixture of your juices and him. Tongues danced and sought to claim dominance. You were lost in him. To hell with holding back your feelings, to hell with the risk that could come with wanting to be his. 

He set a tortuous rhythm, your back lifting off the table to meet him thrust for thrust. You didn’t care about the hardness of the table as it dug into you ass cheeks, you only cared about how he was filling you and driving you to your apex. The coil tightened in your gut, burning with a need to snap. He reached under one knee, lifting your leg up and over his shoulder as he angled deeper, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust of his hips.

He was faltering in his pace, his own orgasm closing in. He wanted to hold out, wanted to see you come undone beneath him. 

“Come on baby, cum  for me. Let me watch you was you come undone because of me.” HIs words pushed you over the crest, rising like a phoenix from the ashes, before you were weightless and falling. Flashes of stars, in every color, filled your vision behind closed lids. The moment your walls clenched down around him, he was lost in the feeling. His cock pulsed and twitched, his seed spilling into you hot and thick. He collapsed onto your chest, both of you panting and gasping for precious air. Opening your eyes, you knew it, you knew you loved him, and from the look in his eyes, he felt the same way. He let his forehead fall against yours, hip lips pressing tenderly to yours. As the realization that there was a class full of people watching, you let out a small giggle. 

“Umm, webetter finish class, professor.” you whispered. He looked around cautiously, a smile curling at his lips. The females were fanning themselves with their folders, and the guys were wide-eyed and slack jawed. The was utter silence as Namjoon began to talk. 

“Well, umm, class. That is how you can tell if you are giving and receiving proper oral from someone you’re with. Review your notes, and if you get the chance, practice what your learned. I may give, pardon the pun, an oral test next week. Class is dismissed. 

He quickly pulled finished dressing before the doors opened, helping you up into a sitting position. He aided you in getting your top back on and helping you down from the desk. 

“I think we may need to talk about what just happened.” You said as you stood up, legs still wobbly. “I’m not saying what just happened was bad, but what happened during it.” You were hoping he would understand without you having to come out and say anything. 

“Y/N. I have wanted to be with you like that for the past year. I couldn’t sit back and not do anything about it anymore. I will probably get fired for being with you, but I don’t care any more. I’m in love with you and I want the world to know it.” 

You stepped to him, cupping his face in your hands. You forced him to look at you. 

“Namjoon, I would be lying to both of us if I said I didn’t fell the exact same way. After what just happened, I am irrevocably yours, if you’ll have me. I only want you, only want to be with you, in every way. “ You kissed him, hoping you could show him how true your words were, when speaking them wasn’t enough. When you broke away,  only parting because your lungs were desperate for air, he wrapped you in his arms. 

“By the way, you would have gotten five stars and an A plus plus if that was your test.” You smacked his shoulder, your cheeks a bright hot red. He kissed the tip of your nose before pulling you closer. His chin rested on the top of your head as you placed your ear to his chest. His still rapidly beating say a thousand unspoken words. 

“I love you Y/N. I think I always have, since the day you first stepped into my classroom three years ago.” 

“I love you too, Joon. Always will.” 

“That’s professor Joon to you.” He smiled down at you, his dimples deep and eyes bright. Yeah,being Teacher’s Aide had a whole new meaning now.

tagging my smut squad of beauties

@jungkook-me-down @namjoonieftw @seoulsunshineandstories @aspaceformyself @xjamlessparkx @flora-jimin @jinitude

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A Soulmate to Remember chap 5

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Pairing: Red Hood/Jason Todd X Reader

TW: None

Word Count: 1,814

Tags: @welcometothecity, @miss-nerdalots,@marvelsimaginess, @naturalnation123 , @suavehayes (let me know if I missed you/you want to be tagged) so I can add you to the list! Hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 5

You smiled, suddenly very tired, but still awake enough to function,"It's okay, Jason," I held out my hand and he shook it," I'm Y/N L/N, your soul mate. I'm sorry that I called you a Jackass earlier."

 This makes Tim and Damian laugh, and you smiled proudly. Jason rolled his eyes and handed you the clothes that Mrs. Wayne has mentioned earlier, an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

Then there was the roar of an engine from the same tunnel that Jason and you had ridden in before. Mrs. Wayne sighed,"Jason, take her upstairs, Alfred's got medicine for her."

 Jason's jaw clenched but he nodded, and picked you up bridal style. You squirmed a little and protested but he raised an eyebrow,"Do you wanna go up the stairs,"and motioned with his head at the large staircase.

  You shook your head,"Nope. Nevermind."

 Jason smirked but carries you up the stairs, as you both made it to the top, you caught a glimpse of the batmobile pulling into the Batcave. Jason opened the door and stepped out into a hallway in the manor, you can't help but look at the lavish manor in awe. Jason chuckles at your face and you blush," It's very pretty." You muttered

 Jason looked down at you and you advert his gaze, his voice turns gentle,"Then Ma and Alfred will be pleased that their decorating hasn't gone completely to waste."

   You carefully leaned back into him, and Jason tightened his grip on you. He took you into the kitchen where you see Alfred with two glasses of milk, and one plate of cookies and one with the chocolate cake. As Jason let you down to sit, Alfred smiled,"Ah, Miss. L/N," he passes me the cake as a fork,"Eat this and then I'll give you the pain medication," he turns to Jason,"Master Jason, I made sure we had enough of your favorites," and motions to the cookies. Jason shook his head, and Alfred pulls them back,"Suit yourself."

  You took the first bit of cake and instantly fall in love with it. You turned with wide eyes to Alfred,"Where the heck did they find you? This is the best cake I've ever eaten."

 Alfred smiled,"I've happily served the Wayne family since before Master Bruce was a twinkle in his parent's eyes."

  You nodded,"Well, if you ever needed a change of scenery, I'm just saying I probably can't pay you what you get payed here, but on the plus side- no having to give stitches, or crazy hours."

 Alfred and Jason just stared at you for a moment, and you took another bite of cake, and then they both just start laughing, Jason had his head thrown back and he suddenly looked very younger, while Alfred is trying desperately to contain himself.

"Why L/N," Alfred said as he pus the plate on a tray,"I have a feeling that I will like you. If either of you need me, I shall be downstairs," he glanced at you,"Your room is right next to Master Damian's, Master Jason can take you there when you are ready."

   You smiled and nodded,"Thank you!"

 Alfred hummed as he walked out the door and you glanced at the smiling Jason and motion with your fork"Want some?"

 Jason shook his head,"You're enjoying that enough for the both of us."

  You shrugged,"Suit yourself."

 When the cake was done Jason handed you the pain medication and you pulled out one of the pills and washed it down with the last of warm milk. He stood and offers his hand. He helped you to stand, he picked you up yet again and took you upstairs. But, when you reach the top of the stairs you asked,"Can I walk?"

 Jason sighed,"I don't see why not," then he glanced down at your wedges as you started down the hallway,"How do you walk in those, much less run?"

  You smiled,"These are actually comfortable. And Mom said I couldn't wear my character shoes, so..."

 Jason's eyebrow raised,"So you dance?"

 "Close. I was in Theatre in high school."

  Jason nodded and took you down another hallway. The paintings and other art pieces that frame the hallway are large and beautiful. Jason goes into detail telling you about them, holding your arm in his to guide you. But you were sure it was to secretly offer you support. The two of you reach a doorway that just looks like the others and opened it,"Here we go."

  The room was large, but You were sure compared to others it was small. It had its own full bathroom, and the decor had a woman's touch, with grays and a soft yellow spread throughout the room like sunlight. You tried to take in it all as Jason stood in the doorway, watching you. You turned to him,"I love this room."

 Jason smiled,"Good. Ma wanted this to be Steph's room, but she's always on Mission or at the Mountain."

  You cocked your head, and Jason simply explained by saying,"A friend of the family."

 He walked towards you and took your hand,"Y/N, I'm really glad that I met you. I might not be happy with how we met, but..." He paused as if looking for words.

  You smiled and reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes,"Don't worry, fun stories for the future, and I'm really glad we met too."

 Jason nods and leans down to kiss my forehead,"You should get some sleep, it's almost one."

  You nodded, then chewed the inside of your cheek before asking,"Could I shower?"

Jason winced slightly,"Not until 48 hours after you've gotten your stitches. Sorry."

  You shrugged,"No problem, I know a few ways around that." I hugged him, and slowly he wrapped his arms around you,"Good night, Jason."

 "Good Night, Y/N."

 He pulled away and walked out of the room, giving you one last look as he shuts the door that you give a reassuring smile to. Then you moved to the bathroom and grab the first wash cloth that you could find, grabbed the bar of soap from the bathtub, and turned on the sink. My first task was to clean your face and body. After that you wrapped a towel around you before you washed and condition your hair. You wrapped a towel on your head before going back to get the clothes that you had been given. You pulled on your underwear and threw the clothes on, the shirts was a bit small and the pants a bit big, but they were comfortable. You turned off the lights and crawled into bed.

 It's around three in the morning when you woke back up. People were yelling. No, as you listen you realized it's just Jason and someone else. It's that type of quiet yell that's more like raised voices but puts more strain on your voice. You sighed and stood, without any shoes, and decided to walk out. You rubbed your eyes and you tried to quietly shut the door. You padded back down the hallway, following the voices. They were coming from the kitchen, and you stopped as you listened,"-you have been reckless these past few missions Jason-"

"-she's my soulmate Bruce, you can't tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing!"

  You took a breath to steel yourself before you entered the room, your arms crossed in front your chest. Jason turned and the anger within him seemed to lessen when he saw that it was you. Then You noticed he was still in his uniform for the Red Hood. You glanced to the man who was sitting at the other end of the table. The other man was Bruce Wayne, dressed as Batman. You glanced back at Jason,"Do you know what time it is?"

  Jason opened his mouth and you waved your hand,"You should probably go get showered and changed," You tried to give him your best puppy dog eyes,"please."

  Jason's mask that covered his emotions cracked a little, and he sighed, but you could tell he was angry. There was a spark of defiance in his eyes, but the longer he seemed the think, the more he lost his nerve and did not want to fight with you. Maybe it was because he didn't want to make a bad impression on you. Maybe he had gotten a concussion that no one knew about. Maybe he was just THAT exhausted. But he didn't say anything (out loud, he was probably cussing you out in his head).

  But you was just as surprised as Bruce as he stomped out of the room, muttering under his breath. You turned to Bruce, who looked surprised, or at least as surprised as you think he'd appeared to ever be. You stalked forward and sat down at the table where Jason had been,"Hello, Mr. Wayne."

  He cleared his throat,"Hello Miss. L/N."

 "If you're questioning wether or not I'll be trust worthy enough to keep your family's secret. I will. I know my words might be meaningless to you, but I'd like to think you'll believe me,” You calmly stared and Bruce's mouth simply staid a hard line, and he didn't say anything. You sighed and stood,"Goodnight."

 As You turned and made it to the door, Bruce uttered a single,"Goodnight."

   You started quietly back to you room, but when you turned the corner, you were met with three sets of eyes. Jason's brothers all regarded you with astonishment, because you had perhaps taken down two of the most stubborn members of the family, using only words and at three in the morning no less.

  You smiled,"Goodnight boys."

  You received a chorus of good nights that ranged in length, but made it too your room without running into anyone else. Well, you’d say that, but...

  When you entered your room again, Jason was sitting on your bed. He looked defeated, but with clean with damp hair and in a change of clothes. You couldn't have been gone but for ten minutes, making you wonder where his room was and how he got finished so fast. But instead of asking, you just smiled at him,"Hi."

"Hi," he said and you sat down by him, and he snaked his arm around you,"I'm sorry you had to see that."

  You burrowed your head into his shoulder,"Yeah, well, if your family didn't fight, I'd be really worried." Jason smiled and you looked back up at him,"Would you like to stay here tonight?"

"If that's okay with you," Jason nodded,"Just so I know that when I wake up in the morning I haven't been dreaming this whole fucking time."

You stood and went to turn off the light,"Well I get the right side!"

 Jason smirked and stood and you both climbed into bed, you laid on your side, looking at him and he lay on his looking at you. You smiled and closed your eyes, listening to him as he relaxed.