midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

what could you teach me? (smut)

lol

it's professor midas X reader

i went with professor, as making him a high school teacher would be yknow

quite

n o n c e y

anywho

we're in age range here so don't @ me

also this is kinda degrading too

so just warning you

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Shit

Oh shit

Oh fuck

You had your bag over one arm, the other arm desperately trying to hold onto your folders. You sped-walked towards your lecture room, praying Sir hasn't arrived yet.

That was already bullshit, he's always early to class.

You had been out last night with your friends, and had slept in. Your professor had warned you about your punctuality, quite aggressively too.

His words played in your head over and over again;

'What happens when you finish? Who's going to be there to pick up your lazy ass on your behaviour?'

You could see the lecture door in sight, as you slid towards it and yanked the handle open. The class was dead silent, all head turning to you.

Usually, your professor would give you a snarky remark and let you off.

This time, he just stared at you. He frowned before nodding to a chair. You nodded quickly, taking your seat and nearly bowing your head down to avoid further attention.

"Before Miss L/n interrupted me, I was telling you about the finals coming up later next month.." He started, crossing his arms hard.

He was wearing a tight fitting white shirt, with a black tie. He had dress trousers on, which seemed quite close fitting by his waist. He had a dark belt around the loops, and a pair of black rimmed glasses sat nicely on his sculpted face.

"L/n, can you repeat what I just said?"

You looked up from your daze, meeting eyes with the extremely pissed off professor.

"Sorry, I wasn't listening.." You trailed off, already embarrassed from your earlier entrance.

"This the perfect example of someone who is not ready for the finals. Listen guys, I'm not going to chase you anymore because at the end of the day you're young adults. Not teenagers, grown ass, fucking adults. So start acting like it" He grumbled, moving behind his desk. The class sat in silence, feared to make another noise.

"You're dismissed for doing my bloody head in" He sighed, organising papers on his desk.

Everyone got up in a scramble, immediately bolting for the door. Just as you gathered your stuff, he cleared his throat.

"Don't think you're getting away easy L/n. Sit down" He ordered, swinging a chair out and placing it firmly in front of his desk.

You swallowed nervously, taking the seat. He walked behind his desk, rubbing his eyes.

"You know L/n, I'm only 24..." He started. You nodded, unsure what this had to do with anything.

".. And by the time I get you to actually listen in class, I will be at least fucking 50!" He yelled suddenly, making you jump.

"I have warned you time and time again, and you still don't get it?!" He asked loudly, leaning his hands on his desk. His arms were tense, veins and muscles very clear.