~Male crush x male reader~

Fantasize (omegaverse + smut)

Anonymous request

C/N POV:

I'm gonna be late I'm gonna be late oh no.

I skip the steps exiting the public bus, not wanting to waste time using them while I'm busy trying to get to class on time. I weave through the groups of people near the entrance of the building, ignoring the strange looks I receive from them.

My wide eyes scan through the hallway until I spot the entrance to my class. I eventually reach the door and try to recompose myself before walking in, not wanting to show that I quite literally ran into the building to reach the classroom on time.

I find the safest, aka the most hidden, seat in the room and put my things on the desk, hiding my heavy breathing as much as I can so I don't draw unnecessary attention to myself. I try to be as silent as possible as I open my bag, placing the needed materials on top of my desk just in time for Professor Y/N to come into the room.

Professor Y/N glances around the room silently for a bit, examining every one of us. For a moment, I can swear that he looks at me a bit longer than the others, but I quickly discard the idea, not wanting to get carried away by my thoughts.

Professor Y/N goes to his desk and pulls out a stack of papers with small notes & numbers written in red pen ink on them. I realize what the papers are and I feel my heartbeat start to pick up.

He's about to start passing out our tests from last Friday. I'm pretty sure I did terribly on that.

Just as I anticipated, Professor Y/N picks up the stack and starts approaching students one at a time, handing each of us a graded test paper. Some of them look excited & proud, while others look rather disappointed by their results.

Soon enough, it came to be my turn to receive my graded test. Professor Y/N comes up to my desk and places the paper face down, which is typically not a good sign. He leans down until he's right next to my ear, my breath catching silently.

"See me after class, C/N. We need to talk about this."

I wordlessly nod in response to Professor Y/N's whispered request, my face turning red from embarrassment at the implication. Deciding to simply rip off the bandaid, I turn my paper face up again. Sure enough, I absolutely bombed the test.

Oh no, he's probably going to be mad at me.

I can barely get through the thought before my mind starts racing with ideas of what could happen...

Y/N wraps his hand around my neck and uses it to pull me closer, giving me his signature stern look that always makes me weak in the knees.

"You fucking speak when you're told. Understood?"

I simply give a small nod, releasing a blissed-out whimper as Y/N tightens his hand around my throat.

"Use your damn words. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

" 'Yes' who, slut?"

"Yes, Sir..."

"That's right. Good boy."

I realize where my mind is headed and I cover my blush with my hands, thankful that Professor Y/N seems to be too busy to notice my flustered state. Just as I think I'm calmed down again, he starts addressing one of the particularly rambunctious students of the class.

His voice is so hot...

The student tries to defend himself, but Professor Y/N immediately stops him, telling him to shut up and listen. Of course, that causes my mind to drift off from the current moment once again...