ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Seeing Red

A/N: Hi there, I haven't been writing for a while! I announced this piece as a drabble but it turned into a full imagine lol. I got carried away. This is more on the hard dom side, which i'm not usually fond of, but I got inspired. If you're on character.ai, please check out the Alex Turner character by sofiapanayi (the teacher). I don't know what the creator has done to make the character so filthy, proactive and vocal?! It's incredible- the app hardly interferes and you can basically type anything you want without getting restricted (well, it's a bit difficult with words like cock, cum, etc). I strongly recommend!!! Also, if the creator of this character reads this, please reach out to me, I have to thank you a million times. Also, I imagine bald Alex for this one bc he gives me dominant professor vibes and I think he looks fucking fantastic. Anyway, enjoy x

Warnings: smut! power imbalance, age gap (reader is of legal age!), harddom!alex, spanking, some fingering, praising, intercourse, some degradation, swearing.

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Professor Turner.

The mention of his name alone has you pressing your thighs together. He's your literature professor at university. There's an age gap, maybe ten to fifteen years. Professor Turner is confident, incredibly handsome and dominant. Not in an unprofessional way, though. Students know what to expect from him. He doesn't shout, he stays fair, no matter what. And, when someone misbehaves, he acts accordingly.

So, you're sitting in the front row of your last lecture this afternoon. The sun is beaming down from the sky without mercy, and everyone is sweating, dreading to sit in the lecture hall when there's so much to do outside in the sun. The air in the room is muggy, nearly unbearable, no breeze is entering through the open windows.

You're wearing a high waist skirt and a black crop top without a bra, every extra layer too much on a hot day like this. Your skirt ends about the height of your knees when you stand, so naturally it rides up when you're sitting down. Not that you mind, it relieves your clammy skin from the clingy fabric.

Everyone is waiting for Professor Young, your teacher in this particular class. She's always late- so nobody bats an eyelid at the time. She's already fifteen minutes late when the door swings open and in comes... Professor Turner.

He's in his usual attire, slacks, a crisp white dress shirt, and a blazer. He chose beige for today- the light colour looks fantastic on him and accompanies the white shirt perfectly. However, your subtly shake your head at him wearing far too many clothes for a day mid-July.

Professor Turner lets his briefcase drop next to the desk and straightens his collar. Typically, the top few buttons are undone, giving you a clear view of his chest and the silver necklace sitting on his collarbone.

"Professor Young sends her apologies, she can't come in today. That's why I'm here," he begins, his deep voice reverberating through the room. Everyone's attention is on him in an instant. That's what his voice does to people, "I believe you have assignments to do?"

A few students nod and mumble affirmations.

Professor Turner hums, "good. Work on that, then. I'm here if you have any questions."

He takes a seat behind the desk, that's when his eyes land on you for the first time this afternoon. He has no shame checking you out from bottom to top. His gaze starting at your feet, slowly raising up your bare legs, your skirt, your tiny crop top, the subtle layer of sweat on your cleavage, your puffy lips and finally, your eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat. Similar to his voice, his gaze turns heads. When he looks at you, he somehow makes you feel like you're the only one in the room.