Trigger warning:
•This book is only allowed for 18+ to read.
•Contains mature scenes like sex, harsh words,
lusting, and blood.
•This is going to include the smuts of 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦, 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦...
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•Warnings: Smuts and mature contents.
•Songs for better experience: touchin' me By Chandler Leighton.
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•Professor Riddle (18+)•
Lately my grades have been slipping especially in Defence against the dark arts. Professor Riddle has been definitely noticed my grades in other subjects and his too. So he decided to talk with me.
Currently, I was walking to his office in the cold and long hallways. Once I reached his office, I gently knocked on the door waiting for his response.
"Come in." I could have sworn he sounded mad.
I opened the door and entered his office. He was doing some paper work while I closed the door while facing him.
He looked more mad than he sounded. I just looked at him. His hair is messy which is a very rare view. His jaw clenched making his jawline even more sharper, sharp enough to cut a diamond.
"Please take a seat, Miss (Y/N)." He said while looking at me. He was annoyed and I can clearly say that. He said while gesturing the seat in front of him and the desk.
I sat on the chair as he indicated. My heart was beating very fast. "You wanted talked, Professor?" I let my hands fall in my lap as I said. "Oh yes, I have noticed that your grades have awfully bad, lately." He said, his deep voice sending chills down my spine.
Fuck..
I froze in that spot, looking down as I said, "I am sorry, Professor but I am trying my best." I bet he could hear the fear in my shaking voice. I never understood why he had so much effect on me? AndIhateit.
"It doesn't matter how you score in other subjects but what got me so offended is that you are specially scoring bad in my subject and excellent marks in others." He said leaning against his chair, crossing his arms. He kept looking at me with his dark brown eyes and his jaw clenched still.
I am doomed.
He was wearing a tight white shirt. The shirt fitted to his body so well, that the buttons look like they would explode at any moment, if it got more tight. He was also wearing a black trousers sticking to his legs perfectly.
I were wearing a black skirt which barely reached my thighs with a white tight tank top and my robes to cover myself from this awful outfit. It's not my choice of clothes but today one of my friends forced me to wear it and I don't know why for God's sake. My hair was held in a high ponytail as always. I didn't have much makeup on, just eyeliner and mascara. (The dress is attached above.)
