Marvel Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Professor - Erik Lensherr

You hurried into your World War II history class twenty minutes late. Professor Lensherr glanced at the clock with an arch of his brow though he continued to lecture. You ducked your head and settled into your usual seat, surprised to find it still open even though it was in the front. The professor was definitely one of the hottest male specimens on campus and your peers seldom missed the opportunity to flirt madly with him.

You pulled out your notebook and pen as you pushed your glasses back into position. You normally didn't wear them and they were taking some getting used to. You chewed on the end of your pen as you read through the notes on the board and tried to figure out what you'd missed. Figuring it was hopeless, you sighed and just went about copying what was on the screen.

The rest of the time passed much too quickly and you felt behind and a little lost the entire time. The professor dismissed the class before looking at you. "Can I have a moment?"

Your face flamed. Damnit. You really hadn't thought you'd get by without talking to him about your tardiness, but you'd hoped. Unfortunately, he was one of those professors that decreed your time in class was critical to your grade. Personally, you felt if you knew the material it shouldn't matter if you came to class or not.

You gathered your things without looking at him and waited for him to finish going over a paper with another student. When he did, his gaze shifted to you. His eyes did a survey of your form before finding your face once more. "Do you have another class right now?"

You shook your head with a frown. He always asked you that. You'd think at some point he'd remember your schedule.

"Follow me to my office then," he instructed. He left the room without waiting for a response, obviously expecting you to do as ordered.

When you arrived at his office, he unlocked the door and opened it before stepping aside for you to enter first. He shut the door behind the two of you before stepping past to deposit his things on his desk. Turning to face you, he leaned on the front of his desk. You looked around his office, eyes finding anything but him to focus on. Finally, he cleared his throat. "You don't normally wear your glasses."

You bit your lip. "I tore my last contact," you replied before pulling your lips back between your teeth.

He made a sound of understanding. "Is that why you were late?"

You shook your head. "My car broke down."

The silence stretched. "Look at me please."

You glanced up timidly, not certain what mood you'd find him in. His gaze raked over you again, but this time it was heavy with concern. "Where?"

"About forty minutes by foot," you answered with a sigh.

His brow furrowed as his lips pulled into a frown. "Why didn't you call?"

This was the conversation you'd been hoping to avoid. "Because you were in class."

"That is in no way more important than you." He closed the distance between you and used his thumb to pull your bottom lip from between your teeth. "Besides, the very idea that you walked on the road for forty minutes in that outfit has me seeing red. You're lucky no one took advantage of the situation."

You glanced down in surprise to find you were wearing a perfectly normal outfit for you. A t-shirt with short-alls, knee high socks and boots. You rolled your eyes. "What is it with you and my socks?"

He grinned and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "Those thigh high stockings of yours with the bows were what caught my attention in the first place, or have you forgotten?"

You laughed. "How could I? 'Ms. Y/L/N, are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious'?"

He echoed your laugh before kissing you again, one hand lightly grasping your chin. "I think you're still oblivious to the effect you have on me, sweetheart."

You stayed close enough to him that your lips brushed his when you spoke. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea by now, Professor." You kissed him again, you tongue tracing his lip until he granted you entrance to his mouth.

The kiss was long, needy, and by the time you finished, he had pulled you against him. His hips pressed into yours, letting you feel his arousal. "As much as I would like to continue this, Charles is coming for dinner."

"That's Mrs. Lensherr to you," you said with a grin. "Does this mean he's forgiven us for eloping?"

He gave you one more quick kiss before releasing you. "He's the Dean. He's going to be irritated when a professor elopes with a student. It's just his nature. Fortunately, he likes you."

"Hmm. I think he likes the fact I put up with you more. You are rather irritating," you told him as he gathered the papers he needed to take home.

He gave you that breathtaking grin again. "You're probably right. Come, my dirty little secret. We have dinner with the Dean."