Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Curfew Conundrum

Sherlock hangs up before I can say anything else so I take that as an indication that he is indeed coming over. I lounge around a sofa and flip through some manga mindlessly until I hear an obnoxiously loud knock on the door.

It was incredibly late and every student and teacher had a curfew around campus so Sherlock had to be extra careful not to get caught. Especially in front of my room this late at night.

I quickly get up and open the door with a frown:

"Why did you knock so loud?!" I whisper loudly.

Sherlock stands in front of me with pouted lips, his cheeks pale. He was dressed in his usual attire consisting of a simple shirt, dark pants and a dark coat:

"What did you need this late at night?"

I grab his hand and pull him into my room, closing the door quickly. He shoots me an adorable glare, but before he can open his mouth to say something smart I press my lips to his own.

He freezes momentarily and I try to keep my lips there as long as possible but I can't when I feel his lips curl into a smile:

"You are an amateur, Y/N."

My face feels hot as pant to catch my breath. His hands grab my shoulders before I am pushed against the wall. My heart beats loudly in my chest as I grab his shirt and avoid any possible eye contact.

"Was this what you wanted?" He asks softly as his lips brush against my neck. "Bad girl...." He chuckles before I can reply and places little kisses on my shoulder.

I shake my head quickly:

"No! I just wanted to talk!"

He stops kissing my shoulder and awkwardly blinks at me before backing away. He scratches his head and removes his coat:

"Then why did you kiss me?"

"It was a hello kiss, but you took it too far. You always take everything too far..." I frown.

He sighs and takes a seat on the sofa. I walk over and take a seat beside him, fixing my pajamas that he had almost ripped off of me.

"What did you want to discuss?" He asks, tilting his head slightly as he squinted at me meticulously with his bright eyes.

"Well...I bumped into John earlier and he told me all kinds of things like..."

I hesitate, and start to twiddle my thumbs.

He takes notice and furrows his brows:

"Liiiiike....?"

"Like how you're too old for me, and it will never last because you're my professor and it's against the rules to get married and have kids, blah blah blah..." I say sigh.

"Marriage is naturally something I strive to avoid. Offspring can be detrimental too." He states monotonously.

"Well, that's because you're......you."

"Thank you for pointing that out." He says sarcastically as I roll my eyes and grab a pillow.

"You always treat me like a child..." I mutter under my breath as my gaze had averted to the ground with disappointment.

Sherlock goes silent and it soon becomes long enough to intimidate me. Did I say something wrong? I dare to turn my head to look at him after a few moments only to notice his cold eyes glaring at me. The were an unnaturally vivid color this evening, like a cosmic explosion.

My cheeks burn hotter the longer I look at him, and I fail to notice he had been leaning into my lips until it was too late. Initially, I had expected a kiss but was surprised when his teeth caught my bottom lip. He bit down and pushed me
effortlessly, before getting on top of me.

His hands pinned my shoulders down when he pulled away from my lips and he stared at me with his same expression from before, as if nothing seemed to phase him. He tilted his head and watched quizzically as the burning of my cheeks began to suddenly cool down, I had paled instead. Excitedly.

"Is this too childish for you?"

I blink at him and find myself with the absurd urge to smile, I place my hand on his cheek and give him an insincere expression:

"You can do better."

He seemed momentarily puzzled at my response but instantly proceeded to yank off my pants before I could throw more sass at him.

"I knew this was why you called me over...."

He threw them behind him and snaked his leg in between my thighs as he leaned in and kissed my cheek gently before brushing his lips onto my ear:

"I want to ruin you tonight."

I slowly pop open the buttons of his shirt as I laugh. He chuckles deeply and presses his leg deeper in between my thighs, his face buried deep in my shoulder as he pecked along the side of my neck.

Sherlock lifted his head from my shoulder to stare into my eyes, his gaze melting off of mine. He brought both of his hands to my neck and squeezed slowly, a wild flame of vibrancy dancing in his eyes before he captured my shaking breath with his lips.

He pulled back from my lips after a brief kiss, leaving me gasping for air as he suffocated me with his hands and lips continuously. His lips soon traveled down to the side of my neck where he wasted no time to bite roughly, while his hands squeezed their grip around my neck even harder.

I whimpered and he groaned, loosening his grip as his pulsing bulge pressed against me through his pants. My hands mindlessly traveled down and tried to unzip his trousers as quickly as possible.

"Y/N...why do you always end up doing this to me?" He said miserably, letting go of me as I sat up and managed to take his pants off.

"You started it." I squeezed him from his boxers with my hand and watched in amusement as his eyes widened.

Sherlock looked horrified, and his expression had paled considerably:

"What are you trying to..."

I tucked my hair behind my ear and laughed lightly before he could complete his question:

"I'm going to deduce you with my mouth."