my professor, my obsession || cillian murphy

XTRA!! (2)

another super duper short Cillian POV! still working on chapter thirty four :) 

more Cillian POVs coming to hold ya'll over

this one isn't very exciting  either sorry :/

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           As the evening sun cast long shadows across my cluttered desk, I found myself on the brink of exhaustion, drowned in papers waiting to be graded. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon me, leaving no room for respite or reprieve. In the midst of this overwhelming chaos, I heard a knock on my door. Startled, I rose from my chair, reluctantly peeling my eyes away from the pile of papers on my desk.

Upon opening the door, I was met with an unexpected sight: Bethany,my ex-girlfriend of five years, stood before me. It had been several months since our paths had last crossed. I never imagined she would grace my doorstep again, yet there she stood, staring at me with those little brown doe eyes of hers.

"Bethany? What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice laced with fatigue as I rubbed the weariness from my eyes.

"I was passing through town and... I figured I'd pay you a visit," she responded, her demeanor betraying a mix of uncertainty and longing. There was a subtle plea in her eyes, a silent invitation to let her in. And truth be told, I welcomed any distraction from the work that awaited me. With a resigned sigh, I widened the door, stepping aside for her.

"Come in," I offered. She smiled and walked inside, her gaze wandering around my apartment.

"It hasn't changed much," she remarked, her gaze drifting back to mine as I pulled the door closed behind her. I sensed the weight of her unspoken intentions. Months had passed since I last felt any semblance of relief, and here she was, and there I was, and I knew she was thinking exactly what I was.

"Why did you really come here, Beth?" I questioned, opting for blunt honesty.

With a nonchalant shrug, she closed the distance between us. "I just wanted to check in, you know, see how you've been holding up," she replied softly, her fingers grazing mine in a seductive gesture.

My gaze shifted from her hand to her eyes. "Is that so?" I questioned, a subtle tilt of my head conveying my disbelief. "Just a casual 'visit?'"

A playful glint danced in her eyes as she licked her lips, a soft chuckle escaping her. "Oh, come on, Cillian," she teased. "Admit it, you've missed me, right?"

In truth, I hadn't. Actually, our breakup was kind of a relief for me. But in that moment, her presence offered a tempting escape from all the stress on my shoulders. Swallowing the truth, I surrendered. "Mmhmm," I murmured.

A faint smile played on her lips before she drew me into an embrace. In that moment, I surrendered to her, allowing the weariness of the day to dull my senses as her lips met mine. Yet, beneath the surface, a subtle imbalance lingered. I did kiss her back, but it was she who held all the power, guiding our movements.

I yielded to her advances, allowing her to guide me toward the bed where she effortlessly positioned herself above me. As her weight pressed against me, I closed my eyes. It felt wrong. She didn't do it for me anymore, but I was in such desperate need of relief that I laid back and let her continue.

Her lips met mine once more, accompanied by whispered words. "Open your eyes, Cillian," she urged, her breath warm against my ear. "Look at me." Reluctantly, I obeyed, meeting her gaze. The sight of her failed to stir any sort of emotion within me.

But I felt her hand slide down from my chest, to my torso, and finally to my cock, where she began to work her magic at a familiar rhythm. I had to close my eyes again, unable to look at her face without being reminded of our toxic past. I didn't want her, I wanted relief. The faster her movements got, the heavier my breaths got. I forgot how good she was at this, and I could feel my back arching up from the bed. I gripped the sheets, biting my lip, but eventually I succumbed to the pleasure.

A wave of reluctance washed over me as I moaned out, "Clementine," with absolutely no control.

Her name escaped my lips before I could stop it, a guttural sound of pleasure mingled with unexpected realization. Bethany's movements stopped abruptly as my eyes popped open.Her gaze locked onto mine with a mixture of shock and anger. In that split second, the weight of my words hung heavy in the awkward silence.

I struggled to comprehend it.

"Excuse me?" Her voice cut through the silence like a knife, each syllable dripping with a potent mixture of anger and hurt. With a swift motion, she stood up from the bed, wiping her hand onto the messed up sheets. "Did you just call me Clementine?" Her words hung in the air, an accusation that resonated with an uncomfortable truth.

"Uhh..."

My mind struggled to conjure up words as I grappled with the overwhelming rush of emotions coursing through me. My heart pounded relentlessly against my chest, each beat echoing the intensity of the moment. It was surreal - Clementine, my student, a girl who had to be two decades younger than me – if not more, was the embodiment of my desires. Now I know it for a fact. And it rendered me speechless.

"Unbelievable," she spat. "Is that the name of your new girlfriend?"

With a weary exhale, I shook my head. "No, Bethany, I don't have a–"

"Whatever," she cut in sharply, her frustration palpable. "You know what, Cillian? I'm done." With that final declaration, she stormed out, leaving me a guilty, blue-balled mess.

And even after all of that chaos, I still couldn't get Clementine out of my head.