Professor Marston Oneshots ◇◇◇

◇ Dinner Party - 1 ◇

(We need a first name for Professor Marston, unless he has one that I forgot-)

Edit: JUST FOUND OUT HIS NAME IS ANDREW! OMG THAT'S SO CUTE~!

     ☆Sort of mature content warning☆

     As the college semester was coming to an end and all the students were emptying out their dorms, the Professors at Saku University were planning their annual end of the year banquet. Andrew Marston dreaded this day every year. Not that he didnt like his coworkers, he enjoyed working with them and values thier intellect but every damn year they had this banquet at least three quarters of the people who attended ended up shit-faced drunk by the time they exited the banquet hall.
    
     Andrew was also getting fidgety at the fact that most professors brought their significant others to this banquet and if (Y/n) heard news of this she would beg, BEG him to let her tag along. He would've loved to bring her if it weren't for the fact that the professors he worked with were on the gossiping side of humanity and had probably already watched the video a student took of them when they were on their museum date.
Andrew would often here snide remarks and laughter when they saw (Y/n) walking side by side with him at the end of the day when he was leaving campus. Although they tried to be as stealthy as possible, it was hard to not be noticed when they left in the same car.

     Prof. Marston absolutely hated dealing with drunk people. He viewed them as irresponsible for going past their limit and the fact that they knew the consequences and STILL went overboard gave him a sick feeling. Marston saw them as childish and sickening to be that way especially since the banquet hall was so close to campus. What if a student saw their professors that way? Saku University would be ruined! The reputation it had built up would be washed away like soap down a sink drain. Professor Marston on the other hand held himself to high standards as always. He would usually only show up for the dinner and make some excuse on why he had to go home early. Simple, easy, and effective, just the way he liked it. His coworkers wouldn't think he was stuck up for not coming and they would believe him when he said he had to go home early.
But, this year was different. Something incredibly delicate and beautiful blossomed over the last semester. Andrew found the most perfect person he could ever ask for. Their presence in his classroom was enough to make him go wild. And eventually, something grew between the two.

     Andrew just left (Y/n)'s apartment/house from their steamy movie date the night before. (Where that last audio left off) He knew that he had some last papers to grade and he didnt bring his work laptop to (Y/n)'s apartment so he had to retrieve it from his home. He woke up embracing their near naked figure, a loose tank top and baggy shorts clinging on to them for dear life. He himself was also indecent, wearing only the comfortable pants he showed up in the night before. He shifted a little in bed to look at their figure. Their hair was down and framing their face. A stoic expression graced their features as the dim light shone through the partially open curtains of their bedroom. Wait, bedroom? How did he get their? OH-
  
     "Heavens, why did I just remember what we did last night-" Andrew whispered with a gasp, "Oh my, we really let into our primal desires didnt we?" Andrew's head started feeding him memories from last night. (Y/n)'s bare body underneath him with their face contorted in pleasure was the most dominant thought in his head. He wanted to savor that moment a little more. While staring off with a flustered expression, (Y/n) awoke after feeling Professor Marston's warmth leave them.

     "Why goodmorning love" (Y/n) quietly let out as they had a half lidded expression strewn about on their face. Andrew jolted his head down to look at them.

(You should be reading these quotes in Marston's voice or this is gonna seem awkward, I'm trying so hard to use his vocabulary lol. Comment some of the phrases he uses often so I an include them in the next chapters.)

     Andrew leaned down to kiss their supple skin. He left a deep kiss on their forehead before saying, "I wish the best morning to you, I have to grade final exams and I left my laptop at my residence. Do you mind if I go get it? I dont have to come back here if you didnt intend me to do so. I dont want to seem as if I am forcing you to allow me to stay at your home." He said. His voice was a little bit groggy as it seemed like the sun had only been up for two hours but knowing Andrew, this was probably the time he woke up everyone morning. His sleep schedule was precise, Andrew liked it this way.

     You looked at his wavy white hair and the way it draped next to his bright eyes. His soft angelic lips were parted, awaiting your response. That's when his question hit you, "Of course you can come back. You're not just going to fuck me and then leave?"
"Well when you say it like that it sounds grotesque. You know I care about you more than to do that."

     Great, now you felt as if you made him worry more about leaving you. "I'll make breakfast, by the time you get back it'll be ready. Does that sound good?"
   
     "That sounds lovely, I have something I need to talk to you about when I return. It's an event I want to take you to tonight. Well, I really have no choice whether I want take you or not. But I want you to tag along anyway." Andrew intonated.
    
     "Okay, take your time love." Andrew felt a familiar fluttering in his abdomen at your kind words. He kissed you again with his velvety pink lips.

     This time was different though, he kissed you on your own lips. Your eyes immediately closed at the not so familiar feeling of his body connecting with yours. "I will see you in half an hour. Take care dearest."

    And with that final caring remark, he left your room and exited your apartment. You rested your eyes one more cherishing his kiss as you heard the engine of his car starting. Only then you realized, he walked out of the house without his shirt on? Well, his shirt was left in the living room where delightful activities were going on last night. It was thrown on the floor by the lamp next to your sofa before he carried you to your bed.

     Knowing Andrew, he most likely put his garment back on before stepping out of your residence. He wasn't exactly open to exposing his body to a lot of people.

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Hi! Hi! Hello! Sorry for this chapter being late. My stomach condition has been fucking with me lately and I am trying to find time to squeeze this in time my busy schedule. But dont worry, I LOVEEEE writing this! And I am working on the second part to this and new chapters.

    Ily you all and I am very open to suggestions. See a sentence that runs on or doesn't make sense? Tell me! This is how I improve as a writer.

(Next chapter you will get cool pictures of what you're wearing to the dinner!)

     All the best,
-Ice◇