Imagines Smut

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥

you had a tiny little crush on your professor. not that you were any different from the rest of the students in his class. professor cavill had every eye on him since the moment he walked into class. everybody wanted to fuck him. no one ever did.
there were rumors he was gay, as he showed no interest in girls, but he also showed no interest in men. so you tried to make do with your unrequited love.
you had a ridiculous schoolgirl crush on him.
every girl would race to sit in the front row, you were happy to stare at him from a distance.
your friends would make lewd jokes about professor henry.
and you would blush and squirm, not really comfortable with the way they talked about him. jealous, possessive.

your thoughts strayed as you walked through the campus, short plaid skirt swaying in the wind.
you slammed into a tall, hard, beefy man, his huge hands went to your waist to keep you from falling.
"careful there sweetheart." his voice was gruff and familiar.
"yes sir, i'm sorry." you looked up through your eyelashes at him, his eyes crinkled, never straying from yours, his lips twitched and he pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger, eyes never straying from yours.
he let go and brushed the hair from your face before turning around and sauntering off. his thick legs moving with surprising grace for someone his size.
you stared shell-shocked at his retreating back.
your friends squealed around you.
"he definitely wants to fuck you!"
"BYE! he totally wants to fuck your sweet unpopped cherry!"

"stop it! he can hear" you protested.
"he will definitely split you in two, have you seen the size of him? god, that's hot babe!"
you groaned in irritation trying to walk away, but they chased after you.
"he definitely has a thing for your innocent virgin thing."
"it's always the innocent angels who are the dirtiest cock sluts."
"you are such a BITCH!" you could not help but laugh at your friends' teasing. you knew they were playing around, they loved to tease you, blood would rush to your face and your skin would darken. but it was all in good faith, this incident would be forgotten by tomorrow.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

the incident was in fact, not forgotten by the next day, girls shot you looks and some of your classmates teased you.
"i bet that's how you get straight a's! damn! fucking professor cavill, i am green with envy."
you scoffed with humor. "shhh!!! he's going to come soon!"
"yeah! in you!"
when henry entered a hush spread around the room.
"now what is all this ruckus about?" he raised a thick brow, eyes boring into you.
"nothing sir!" you balked.
he hummed, staring at you for a second before getting on with his lesson.
— ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
henry used all his willpower to keep his gaze from your frame.

henry used all his willpower to keep his gaze from your frame.
you had always been in the periphery of his vision in the past but yesterday when your smaller frame bumped into him he took notice.
he could not help himself, hands touching you lovingly. you. his student.
your wide eyes, plaid skirt and white top, a knee-length sock with a pair of huge white sneakers.
you did not seem to care that much about your outfits, not making a statement, just preoccupied with other things. like your lap. which was really frustrating on his part. why did you not look at him? you took notes diligently. eyes staring at the projector and back at your notes, never on him.