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Just another day, you thought. Your arms already ached from the weight of your work folder and you were so bored of trudging around the school campus to get to various classes. You took several of them to earn more credits, but there was always one class that you could look forward to...and you were on your way there now. The breeze rustled the trees as you walked, lugging your heavy paperwork with you. You were glad that you weren't carrying a multitude of books instead, because the pages would have been all over the place.
You shifted your folder into the crook of one arm and took your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Your eyes grew wide with horror as you realised that you were still a long way from the building that you had to be in for your next class, and you only had two minutes to get there. You were in trouble and you knew it. Feeling the panic beginning to settle in, you broke into a jog and started to run towards the right building.
You reached the building in enough time to get you to your classroom, but it was on the third floor. You weren't going to chance taking the elevator, in case someone got in with you and wanted to go to a different floor--delaying you--or in case it broke down and you got stuck for an hour, or...or...
"Oof..!" you gasped, dropping to your knees. You hadn't realised straight away what had happened, but as soon as your mind began to make sense of the situation you heard yourself apologising over and over again to someone. You looked up at them and knew instantly that you had run straight into them at the top of the stairs. Your folder had fallen from your arms and had popped open, spewing papers and sheets everywhere across the landing. You shook your head in disbelief, knowing then that there was no way that you were going to make it to class in time...
It was your favourite teacher this time, too...
As you absentmindedly began to collect up all of your papers from the floor--the other student who you'd bumped into didn't even say anything to acknowledge your apology for colliding with them, and they certainly didn't stick around to help you in your little crisis--you thought about this favourite teacher of yours. You had never wanted to disappoint him with anything, and had always wanted to impress him somehow. He could be quite severe and very strict at the best of times, but God was he good-looking. His suave mode of conduct, his sleek appearance including the way he dressed and the way he groomed himself, and his deep, velvety voice was enough to make any girl swoon over him. But you could tell that this intelligent man was not one to go for just any woman. He seemed to be the type to be very particular about everything.
You picked up the last sheet of paper and slotted it into your folder with a sigh. Professor Michaelis was going to be so pissed off by your lateness. You didn't know if you even dared to show your face there today...You had been present the last time he had dealt with a student who showed up to his lesson late. They had truly been subject to his wrath...They'd even dropped out of his class because they were so afraid of him after being reprimanded like that...
Walking with dread in your heart towards the classroom, you then put your hand on the door handle and went inside. Immediately all eyes were on you...Including a pair of piercing, bespectacled amber-red ones.
You didn't say anything but lowered your head in shame. There were several of your classmates who would have liked to put their hands together in prayer for you, fully expecting you to lose your head or something along those lines for turning up late. In truth, there were only two reasons that compelled you to go to class after the little debacle outside, and they were that you couldn't afford to miss any content, and you wanted to see the Professor's gorgeous face...It raised your spirits every day that you saw him.
"And what do you have to say for yourself?" growled the professor, freezing you in an icy stare. He didn't look angry, per se, but he certainly didn't look pleased. In addition to the chilling gaze that he regarded you with, you felt sure that there was a draft blowing through the room. You didn't know what to do, so you traced a small shape on the carpet with the tip of your shoe.
"I-I'm sorry, Professor," you stuttered. "I crashed into someone in the hallway and--,"
"Sit down," he said bluntly, clearly not in the mood to listen to your excuse. You were surprised, though. You had been mentally--and physically--preparing yourself for a verbal attack from him for your late arrival, but there was nothing. He just seemed to let it go over his head.
But you knew better than to believe that. You apprehensively took your seat and took your notebook and pen out of your backpack. You listened carefully as the professor continued with his lecture, but as soon as you looked up from what you were frantically scribbling in your book, you met his gaze and were frozen yet again. He had been watching you while you took notes, and you didn't know why. Perhaps he was contemplating how to punish you. You knew that he knew, though, that you would never drop out of his class. You enjoyed this subject, and you weren't going to give it up just because he might decide to shout at you later.
"...and I want you to start making comparisons, centred chiefly on the theme of conflict, between this poem and this novel..." you heard him say. He was facing the board, now, writing something up for you and your classmates to copy down. You sighed quietly; you were all aged twenty to twenty three years old, you knew for a fact, and yet that didn't mean that taking classes was any easier. You wished that sometimes the professors would give you a little more information to go on, but you were glad of Professor Michaelis' contributions to your lessons.
"Psst..." You heard someone trying to get someone else's attention from behind you. Your curiosity piqued, you turned around slightly to glance over your shoulder and saw one of the boys in your class trying to call to you as quietly as possible. You frowned at him, thinking him very careless and inconsiderate indeed for doing this, something that could get you into even more trouble than you were undoubtedly already in.
"What?" you hissed, glaring at him now. You knew him to be one of a group of lads who seemed to enjoy catcalling you whenever they saw you walk by on campus. He grinned at you; you had to admit that he was probably the better looking one of his friends, but that didn't stop you from being cross that he was moments away from getting you into more mischief.
"What poem and novel are we meant to be looking at?" he whispered. You had no idea how he'd managed to whisper such a long sentence without being heard, but that didn't matter. You had a distinct feeling that you were the one who was going to get caught. You shook your head; you were all working towards a degree of some description...He shouldn't have been behaving as though he was still in compulsory education.
You rolled your eyes and whispered back, "The Charge of the Light Brigade..." you said first, then checked back at the front to make sure that the professor wasn't listening to you. He didn't seem to be, so you turned back to the guy, Nathan. "...and Of Mice and Men,"
"How the Hell are we supposed to compare those?!"
"I don't know, you should work that out on your own!"
Nathan smirked at you and winked. "Thanks though...babe," he whispered, leaning back into his chair. You sighed and looked back to the front, and your heart leaped into your throat and ceased to beat. Michaelis was staring at you with a terrifyingly emotionless expression. The chill that ran down your spine was awful, too.
"See me after class," he said, in an equally deadpan tone of voice. You were having a positively horrendous day...You nodded dejectedly.
The lesson seemed to drag by after that. You wanted so badly to maintain your grades and good reputation, especially in this class, that you were now deeply worried about the repercussions of your response to Nathan's distraction and your own lateness that day. When the hour did finally expire, you looked up at the clock and sighed. Everyone was standing up, packing their bags and leaving the room. You stayed put, doing as you had been told by Professor Michaelis. By the end of the lesson, he was sitting at his desk at the front of the room, writing something or other, and he didn't even look up when people started to head out. You reluctantly stood and approached his desk, wondering what he was going to say to you.
There was deathly silence for a moment, and not even the sound of his pen on the papers he was marking--you could see what he was doing from your new, shorter distance to him--could be heard in the quiet room. You didn't dare be the one to speak first, and so by the time he finally looked up you were almost trembling in your nervousness. Was he going to strike your name off his register? Kick you out of his class? You didn't want to think about the seemingly endless possibilities...
"So," he said slowly, running his gaze over you. You attempted to steel yourself against this intense, burning sensation of being watched by him. "My first question to you is again, why were you late?" His voice was so low that you almost didn't hear him, but its vibrations made your entire body and soul tingle.
"I ran into someone outside the classroom and my papers went everywhere..." you told him, trying your best not to meet his eye. You felt like a naughty schoolchild being told off. "I was already running late because the professor in my last class kept us back to talk to us about an event that he wants us all to help out with..."
He nodded slowly and rose to his feet. He was much, much taller than you and you wondered why he had seen fit to stand. He made a small noise of dissatisfaction, then proceeded with his interrogation of you. "And why were you talking in class?"
"Nathan asked me which poem and novel you wanted us to look at..."
"He should know that already," he growled in response. "So why did you go out of your way to help him?"
"I don't know...I like to be helpful, I guess..." you said weakly, shrugging your shoulders and still desperately trying not to look at him. You couldn't think of a single way to make your excuses sound better, so it all just came out sounding ridiculously limp. Just as you began to busy yourself with something incredibly fascinating on the carpet, you were suddenly shocked back to reality by Mr. Michaelis standing right next to you. "Wh-what...?!" you stammered, becoming obviously flustered as he cupped your chin and tilted your face up to look at him.
"I would prefer it if you would look at me while I am talking to you..." he growled, in a dangerously barbed tone of voice. You wondered--again--what he was going to do to you. The way he was looking at you now suggested that he really was going to kick you out of his class. It terrified you to think that you would lose out on this subject that you enjoyed so much...
"S-sorry..."
He smirked and uttered a low chuckle. "I thought that you were more passionate than this. Perhaps I was mistaken..."
"What do you mean, Professor?"
"Don't call me that..." he thought quietly, willing himself to stay calm. He couldn't scold you if you were being cute like that... "I expected better of you as my favourite student. I rely on you every day to set an example for the rest of those clowns,"
"F-favourite...? You rely on me...?" you parroted, even more curious about his behaviour now. He smirked again, letting go of your chin.
"Yes. Is there a problem with that?" he murmured, coming even closer to you. Your body was on fire with how flustered he was rendering you, and there seemed to be some kind of electrical impulse between you both as he stood near to you, almost like a kind of non-physical static. He was so attractive, you wouldn't have been surprised if it was simply the enormous crush you had on him that made you feel so warm around him.
"N-no...I'm flattered..." you mumbled, unsure of where to look now. He towered over you, and you didn't know what would happen if you looked into his eyes.
"Good. This should make punishing you for your misdemeanours today much easier,"
You looked up at him then, and saw that he had removed his glasses and was now polishing the lenses with his tie. You didn't have a chance to say anything, though, because he let them drop and hang around his neck by the small chain attached to them.
"Professor..." you murmured, wondering what on Earth he was doing as he leaned in closer to you, backing you up against his desk. You would have backed away in a different direction had he not seemed to have herded you this way. You felt the hard, oak furniture against the backs of your legs. Your body temperature was rising and your heart was beginning to pound, your breathing quickening as you wanted desperately to know what he was doing. Your eyes discreetly scanned him for signs of his intentions, but all you could focus on was how strong and toned he looked in that suit.
He didn't say anything now, but his body was almost pressed up against yours. There was nowhere for you to go but you didn't care. His actions suggested to you exactly what he was about to do, and you were correct in the way you read him. He came in quickly and without warning, and pressed to your lips the hottest, deepest, most passionate kiss that you had ever received. Your entire body grew weak and you grabbed his jacket for support. He chuckled quietly--and with great satisfaction, it should be noted--against your soft, rosy lips and gently bit the lower one.
"I know that you wanted that..." he muttered, holding your hips with both hands. You wanted to nod, to do anything to indicate to him the desire that he had unleashed in your body, but you simply couldn't. What if you got caught...? "We won't get caught unless you tell people about it..." he growled, reading your mind. Your expression apparently told him all about your surprise at his knowing your thoughts, and he just smirked again, leaning in for another kiss.
"Mmf..." You uttered a little noise to tell him that you greatly approved of what he was doing. It only served to make him kiss you harder, growing faster as he went. You made the mistake, however, of parting your lips a little and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth to caress yours. The slick, soft muscle explored your mouth thoroughly, not letting up until he was confident that you were putty in his hands. Which you were. Your lips parted and a silver thread of saliva connected your lips for the briefest period of time. His red eyes bore into your (E/C) ones and in them, you read his own thoughts.
"I'm going to punish you and you are going to like it..." he purred next to your ear, just before kissing your cheek and then nipping at your earlobe. You moaned as he did all of this, and then again--louder--as he manipulated your body under his fingertips. His hand slowly slid up your shirt until it almost touched your breast. You squirmed slightly, thoughts consumed by him and your consideration of the fact that his seduction of you had been so sudden that it only made it all the more arousing.
"Oh, you are a wanton little she-devil, aren't you?" he whispered, slipping his fingers gently and slowly into your bra. You whimpered as he massaged your breast, toying with the nipple every now and again as he worked you with his hands. He was good...You had never in your wildest dreams imagined that he would be like this, let alone with you. It was so bad...A professor and a student. It wasn't allowed, not even slightly...The thought of it nearly set your body on fire. "I've been watching you for a while now...Do you know how badly I've wanted an excuse to do this with you...?"
You couldn't say anything, but you responded instead by wrapping your arms around his neck. He seemed to appreciate this and kissed your neck over and over again, before lifting you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around his body.
"Professor..." you finally managed to mutter as he kissed your throat. He looked at you with a new expression, and his eyes flashed a different colour. That told you all that you needed to know about him, but you didn't care. In just a few short minutes, he had managed to inflame your infatuation with him to blazing desire.
"Call me Sebastian..." he growled. You knew that this probably wasn't his real name, but that was alright. You would go along with whatever he wanted at this point. And that was just what was about to happen, as soon as you called his name.
"Sebastian..." you cried, voice reduced to a breathy whisper. His roaming hands moved up and down your back, coming down over your hips and then finding their way to your legs. He smirked against your lips and put you back on the floor, before turning you around and slowly, alluringly, running his hands up your legs until he came to the hem of your skirt. You whined at his touch, and it did exactly what you hoped it would. You heard rustling behind you and the metallic tinkling of a belt being unfastened, and then suddenly all sounds were replaced by feelings and sensations. He pushed your underwear aside and thrust himself inside you without hesitation.
"Ahh...!" you cried, hearing him release a deep breath that he had apparently been holding for a while. He was very well-equipped, and he stretched you so much that you could only feel the greatest pleasure. Even though you knew what he was, you were surprised to feel him staying still. You wiggled your hips ever so slightly, ready to beg him for what he could give you.
He held you still with a strong hand, keeping the other on your hip. "Stop it, or I'll..." he muttered, doing his best to stay still. If he went too fast he'd spend. You were everything he wanted, and everything he had wanted since meeting you. You were even more phenomenal than he had imagined. Unable to wait any longer, Sebastian threw caution to the wind and began driving himself into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You cried out with ecstasy, hearing skin hitting skin over and over again. It wasn't long before your mind was ready to go almost completely blank.
"Sebastian..." you whined, over and over again. He made a little noise of satisfaction as you called his name, slamming himself into you harder each time you did so. It occurred to him that he was rewarding you more than punishing you, but he didn't care anymore. He was getting what he wanted too. The more he concentrated on what he was doing to you, and the fact that you were letting him, the closer it brought him to the edge. Finally, without realising that he was so close, he spilled his hot, sticky seed inside you and dragged you over the edge with him.
Pulling out of you, he allowed you to sort yourself out while he did the same for himself. He glanced at you and smiled, still cheekily but softer than before. His breathing was slowly returning to normal, as was yours. "Consider that a warning," he said gently, winking at you.
Your heart pounded hard in your chest and you smiled shyly at him now. You wanted to hug him, to be near him again, but you didn't know where you stood with him now. "Why did you...?"
"Because I like you," he replied instantly. He straightened his tie and his jacket before placing his glasses back on his nose. "A lot," he added.
You tried not to make a sound as you squirmed happily at his words. You liked him too, but you were sure that he already knew that.
"I know that I do not have to tell you this, but keep this to yourself," he told you, clearly nervous despite his trust in you. You thought it was sweet that a being like him, and such a suave, confident one at that, could be made to feel nervous like this. It was quite endearing.
"I will..." you whispered, nodding resolutely. You walked up to him and touched his hand, but he pulled you into a warm embrace. It was a much better response than what you had been expecting, but when you thought about it you realised that you didn't really know what you'd expected him to do.
"Your detentions will continue indefinitely," he murmured to you, grinning as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. "Oh...and make sure you tell me the next time that those boys harass you..."
You smiled as well. "Yes, sir,"