Good Grades (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Back to school

You are on your third year of college. You came back after summer. You move back into your dorm. Arranging your stuff. After you walk around the campus. You saw a group of girls approached one professor. He's a very good looking. He's above 6'3. Have tattoos on his arm as his sleeve fold up. You walk past him. You and him have have an eye contact for a moment.. you walk back to your dorm. Leaving the hottest professor stares at you..

Next morning. You woke up. Get ready. Do your makeup. Curl your hair. Wear jeans skirt and heels with white T-shirt. You head to the dining hall to grab breakfast. After 20 minutes you finish eating. You head to class early. The door wasn't even open yet. You sit outside on the chair, reading, waiting for someone to unlock the door.
While you are sitting and read. You feel someone is standing in front of you. You look up and see who it is.
"Oh hey professor... Miguel right?" You stood up and close you book
He looks over at you, and his eyes almost widen at how gorgeous "yes.. that's me. I just wanted to see how you are doing.."
You didn't say anything but nod and still stands there. "Sit" He tells you, Almost commanding. He looks down at you, his face is stern and sharp, his words cold and demanding "Now. And be quick." He sit next to you, resting those perfect arms of his on your legs as he look down at you intently.
You just nod and sit down as he command
"Better" he says, looking up and down then he gets closer and looks you straight in your eyes. "I don't like to repeat myself." He says, his voice still stern and cold.
"Yes sir. I understand that. And when will the class starts?" You ask, you've been sitting here for 20 minutes.
"In 10 minutes. I'll unlock the door and you may sit wherever you like" he unlock the door, open the door and wait for you to walk in first. You walk in and sit at the back of the role. You waits for other students to come in. Class starts. You write every thing down. Try to get everything in your lecture as possible.
An hour later class is over. You walk up to your professor and ask if he could check your work. "Excuse me, sorry to bother but could you please check my work?" You hand him your work. He takes the paper and looks it over, his eyes scan every word, he studies it intensely.
"Well you certainly have neat handwriting.." he says "but you seem to be missing half the answers" he look up at you, his cold eyes are still on yours "I'll have to give you a low score for this.." you grab the paper from his hands "I'll fix my work sir" He smile, and his attitude completely changes, his eyes light up and his face shows that he is satisfied. "You most certainly will. I expect to see a perfect score from this next time" I look at him "yes sir, I'll try my best" he smile "good, good. I look forward to it, darling" he says "bye now" he winks and you left his class room.

*time skip* after you finish all your classes, at the evening you sit at the dining hall and eat dinner. Peacefully. Quietly. The professor walks through the doors, his arms are crossed, and he is wearing a plain black T-shirt. It highlights his muscles and shows every tattoo on his arm. He sees you sitting there and his eyes widen slightly. "Oh, hello!" He says with a smile, he then sits down across from you. "So, did you finish your work yet?" He asks, he leans in and looks at you. His eyes scan every part of you, then he looks up and smiles again, "let me see it". "Oh yes, sorry" you open you bag and hand him your work.
He takes it from you, he scans every part of it before giving a nod of approval "Perfect! What would I do without you?" He smiles and says, he hands you back the paper and smiles at you. He then raises his eyebrow, "have you finished all of your assignments yet?" He asks, "your grade really needs to brought up." He leans in, closer to you. His arm rests on the table just beside you. You can almost feel the heat from his body, he looks at you with those piercing eyes of his.

"Just one more assignment sir. I'm going to finish eating then I'll head back to my dorm and starts working" your left hand is still holding a fork. "Well, better be quick about it. Don't want to be distracted, huh?" His eyes are on you all the whole time, he stays close, leaning in towards you. His tone is teasing playful even. "You know, I'd be happy to help you with that assignment.. I'm sure I could help you get that perfect score you so want." He says, his hand move closer to your arm, he almost almost brushes it, his thump just barely touching your arm. "Well I'd be appreciate very much sir" you smile and put the fork down.