Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Interactions

♡♥WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME VERY MATURE, SEXUAL CONTENT. YOU WERE WARNED♥♡

I'm sitting on a desk in Professor Holmes' classroom. My legs are wrapped around his waist and my hands are tugging at those devlish curls of his.

I like to be comfortable in incomprehensible situations that are much like the sexual interactions we are taking part in at the moment.

Our lips smother across each other hungrily. His pristine cupids bow is lined up with my own as we share a deep, moist kiss that is filled with passion, and his slender fingers eagerly work the buttons off of my shirt.

"I can taste your chapstick...strawberry..." He roughly sucks on my bottom lip, erupting a moan to escape from it.

I feel his smile form on my own lips.

This is the last thing I was expecting to happen in his classroom.

Actually, no.

It wasn't even on the list of things I was expecting to happen.

"What...what am I doing?" I catch my breath after he pulls away for a moment, as he works my shirt off me so that I am left topless and in my bra.

"Me." He captures my gaze with his intricate eyes, and smirks slyly before crashing our lips back together.

My poor shirt is thrown behind him as we kiss, and his hands travel all over my torso. Soon, I begin to work off the buttons on his own shirt, as he lightly runs his slender fingers along my bra hook.

"W-Wait!" I stop him before he can unhook my bra.

"What's wrong?" He asks, staring intently at me.

"What if someone catches us?" I ask.

"Well, the door is locked, but you'll need to be quiet so nobody hears you." He explains.

"Oh." I blush.

He smiles sweetly, before quickly unhooking my bra, and I watch it fall to the ground.

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"We got a bit sidetracked today...you should come back next Saturday." Professor Holmes says, as he watches me button my shirt back up. I chuckle in reply.

When I finish, he walks over and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. His voice vibrates my entire body as he speaks in his rumbling British accent:

"I've never had pleasure like that...not until today."

"Neither have I..." I sigh, exhausted.

He runs his lips along my neck and I laugh quietly, pushing him away playfully.

"I have to go now, sir." I giggle when he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him again.

"Don't I get a kiss goodbye?" He asks innocently, staring into my eyes.

I lean in and place my lips on his own softly, for a small -- yet passionate kiss, before pulling away and walking out of the room.

"See you next Saturday, Sherlock." I sing, shutting the door behind me.

I can't tell anyone about this.

Not even Dessia and Kaeya.

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As I'm walking back to my dorm, I bump into someone's fit torso. The smell fresh peppermint and a light amount of men's cologne.

It's Jim.

"Shit-- sorry again, Jim." I smile brightly.

"Haha, we seem to be bumping into each other quite a bit these days, huh? It's no problem darlin'." He smiles back.

"Yea...Hey, do you know if we had homework for Professor Holmes' class?" I ask.

"Yes, but didn't you just walk out of his classroom now?" He tilts his head in confusion.

I bite my bottom lip and quickly search for an excuse.

"I, uh...I forgot." I chuckle, attempting to look nonchalant.

Nice save.

Okay, no. Not really. He probably thinks I'm a weirdo now.

"So, I was wondering..." He starts to say, obstructing my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go out for some tea sometime?" He asks me.

"When?"

"How does Saturday sound?" His voice is nervous.

"I'm busy on Saturday..."

"Oh. That's okay, maybe some other time..." He smiles sadly, before walking away.

Damn.

I'm being really stupid right now.

Professor Holmes doesn't even love me...

Does he?

Am I just being used?