𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Good Little Student| Smut| Request

AN: This request includes a student Reader X Professor Leon relationship. Both characters are old enough to consent and engage in activities.

I know some don't like this dynamic, so please skip if you're not into it!
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"I think you really should be the one to represent the college, I can't think of anyone more smarter or capable than you, Y/N." Professor Kennedy's words ring in my ear as I pack my bag for the day ahead. Getting chosen to represent my university in a prestigious inter-college competition is a dream come true, I can think of no other way to show off my skills and earn some praise than to do this. I check my phone, almost groaning at how early it still is, but regardless I finish getting ready before dashing out of the door of my dorm and race to the car park. It's still fairly dark, and dawn's only just began to emerge since the drive to the competition is about four hours away, my breath puffs in the chilly autumn air as I spot Professor Kennedy leaning against his car, two travel cups in hand that're steaming as I approach. His lips instantly curve into a smile when he sees me, and I can't stop the fluttering of my heart at the sight of him. Leon Kennedy is a very handsome man, and honestly I'm not sure why he chose to become a professor instead of a model. "Good morning, Y/N." His voice is deep, heating me up as I blush and take one of the cups from him. 

"Hi," I softly say, hands wrapping around the warm cup, "I just want to check, are you sure you want to drive me? It's just that it's a long trip, and I don't want to get you into trouble or anything." I bite my lip as Professor Kennedy's brow arches. His chuckle seeps into my bones as his lips turn up into a playful smile. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his car keys as he pushes away from the car and rubs my shoulder as he passes me. 

"I'm sure, why wouldn't I want to come and support my star student?" He says, getting into the car as I follow suit. Once in, he switches on the heater as I shiver, the atmosphere already begins to feel...enclosed. I swallow, the scent of his cologne fills the space as I inhale the musky smell, I can't get enough of it. "Besides, I'd love to finally get a chance to talk to you." He adds, it's innocent enough, but already my breath catches at the prospect. I nod, unable to hold back my own smile as he starts the car and reverses out of the parking lot, leaving the university behind as we travel. Our conversation starts easy enough, with us talking about his classes and how my studies are going, but an hour in we start moving onto other more personal topics. I find it easy to share it all with him, and when he insists on me calling him Leon, I just know that this 'trip' is going to change something between us. Something that's been building since the first time we met. 

"Do you think it'll be hard?" I ask, glancing at Leon as he nods and watches me for a beat longer than necessary, eyes flaring in a hint of surprise until I add, "The competition?". Fields of pumpkins pass by as I look out of the window, glad that the semester is almost over. 

"I think it'll be challenging, but probably not for you. I know you're capable, and have worked hard for this, I've got all my faith in you." Leon replies, reaching over and patting my thigh. It's such a simple movement, neither of us realise what he did until a few seconds later, when Leon swallows and pulls away, an apology already on the tip of his tongue, but I shake my head, giving him a sweet, reassuring smile that tells him I didn't mind. His shoulders relax as he nods in understanding, then he slowly reaches over again, resting his hand on my thigh as I stare, then place a shaky hand over his. None of us speak, I don't even think we'd know what to say, but the unprofessional affection comes easy, as if we've both been on the same page for a while now. The radio changes to a better song as we drive in a comfortable silence, with my thighs pressed together until we make one stop at a gas station, where Leon insists on buying me a sandwich and some snacks. We laugh over my choices and his hand guides my lower back around the customers on the way out, it's a new kind of intimacy, and we seem to act more like a couple than a student and her professor.