Pedro Pascal x OC fem!reader // 18+
She/her pronouns
TW: +18 mature language, sexual content, domination, mentioning of drugs and alcohol, large age gap between young female and older man, sexual relationship between professor and student & adult la...
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Monday rolled around, and Margot was counting down the hours when she had to face her literature professor again.
Her heart ached when she reminded herself of his last words. She understood his dilemma, and yes it was wrong, but she had never craved a man like this before. Her stomach filled with butterflies as steamy flashbacks played over and over in her head, how his stubbles of beard tickled her inner thigh, or how his fingers had entangled in her hair, his low grunts and small whimpers.
Margot had barely slept over the weekend, she had even called in sick on Saturday because of the sinking feeling in her stomach, dreading to see her Professor sitting in the booth like the night before. It was stupid and she knew that. Margot had been awake since five am, slowly getting ready, and now she just sat on the bed waiting for Iris.
"Alright, leggo!"
She strutted a sexy pose in front of her oblivious friend, who had been staring out into thin air all morning. "What is up with you?"
Iris asked as a puzzled expression pressed onto her face. Margot shook her head, smiled thinly, and grabbed her bag.
The classroom filled up with loud students, all telling stories of their totally wasted and bashed weekend. Who had to drink the most, who had kissed the most people, even who hadn't done their homework due to a hangover. The competition amongst the students spread like wildfire, everyone tried to top the other person, but in the end who really was the real winner? They had been drinking their last brain cells out anyway.
Margot was not in the mood. The noises around her became louder and louder by the minute, and she simply couldn't wait for this class to be over.
"Please take your seats and quiet down, thank you"
Professor Pascal entered the room, scanning over every student but Margot. The dropping feeling of her heart returned, having a hard time breathing correctly as if her heart had skipped a few beats.
"Today I will not hear any words from you, only the sounds of you typing on your keyboard. Is that understood?" Pedro demanded his students, while he put on the PowerPoint on the big screen.
"Having a headache from the weekend professor? Have you been drinking?" Some boys in the third row snickered at their professor. Pedro felt a hard lump in his throat, and it suddenly became hard to swallow. His cheeks flushed red as he stopped in his motion.
"None of your concern Mr. Fitzgerald" He smiled sarcastically at the cocky student. "Please take a good look at the board. You have the next few lessons to write this assignment, all details of pages, writing font, and so on can be found here. It is up to you what genre you write, but I will not tolerate any form of modern speaking. No 'what's up dawg' or 'yas slay queen' and so on, understood?"
Every nodded back at him, already fiddling with their computers.
"You may begin"
Margot's mind was completely blank, not a single idea entered her otherwise imaginary brain, and emptiness flooded her brain.
