Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Sore Exam

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When I awake, I see him shining under the moonlight bleeding through the window. His skin porcelain with cold sweat, as he slept quietly with the night. That was the first time someone ever gave me head but I think he got a little too excited and completely broke me last night.

There is pain in between my legs and I find it incredibly difficult to sit up- so I don't. My head turns to stare at him once more. His smooth features and his expression so soft. He lay there like a little baby.

After a while, I find the energy to push myself to sit up with my elbows. I wince at the pain in my abdomen and legs as I stand from the bed, embarrassed at my nudity. I quickly make my way to the bathroom to freshen myself up.

The little droplets of rapid water hitting my cool skin feel relaxing as I stand there and bask in its warmth. A few minutes in and I have the shampoo bottle in my hand. I pop open its cap, but hear the door click open right when I do so.

I panic. Why was I panicking? It was just Sherlock. Maybe he needed something.

"Sherlock?" I call out.

The door to the shower is opened mercilessly. And he gives me a glance with his tired eyes:

"Good morning."

I don't dare to look below his waist. I am currently frozen from shock, with the inability to move.

Especially when he steps inside with me.

He shuts the shower door and places a hand on my shoulder gently, pressing himself against my back as he casually adjusted the shower head to his height.

"You are tense." He points out, grabbing the shampoo from my hands before I could even open my mouth to protest.

Sherlock squeezes the bottle until he has the product on his palms, then he starts to apply it to my hair casually:

"Y/N..." He calls quietly.

"Yes?" I reply, as I try to relax under the hot water.

He exhales gently, and tilts his head down so that his lips brush the side of my neck. He moves his hands from my hair to wrap them around my waist, embracing me from behind. He doesn't say anything but that's okay. I smile and turn my head slightly to place a kiss on his soft cheek.

Soon we both finish and he wraps a towel around his waist, before wrapping one around my body. I step out and stretch my arms with a small smile:

"Why so quiet and gentle today?" I tease.

Sherlock smirks as he slips his pants on slowly, and he takes his shirt in his hands but looks st me with amusement before he puts it on:

"There's a test today. In about....an hour. I'll see you then!" He says playfully, slipping his shirt on before grabbing his coat and dashing out of the door.

My heart sinks:

"Fuck!"

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"Good Morning. Today we will be testing on the Form and Meter of poetry from the 1800s." Sherlock says with a sickening smile as he passes out the test booklets.

He gives me a glance as he places my booklet on my desk, before averting his attention to the entire room:

"I know you all have been studying very hard for this."

I swallow dryly and pick up the booklet. I peek into the contents of it and soon feel my chest tighten. Isn't this like...math? What the hell is going on?! Why do my legs still hurt from last night!? Who am I?!

"You each have approximately twenty minutes to answer the forty questions in your booklet. Begin."

...

"Pencils down." Sherlock says loudly, earning groans from the entire room.

He collects the tests and stands in front of the room, flipping through and shaming everyone's answers until the bell rings for us to leave.

The room is empty in a matter of seconds. I gather all of my belongings and walk over to his desk, he is currently looking through my exam booklet with a sour expression. I frown:

"You are too cruel to me."

He closes the test booklet with a sigh and looks at me with a faint smile:

"You can't just fuck me and forget about this class, you know."

I roll my eyes and look away, averting my gaze to the ground:

"I know..."

He sighs again as he walks over to me. I can still feel his gaze when he stands in front of me. He lifts my chin so that I am looking at him:

"I'm going to be busy for a few days after today. I'm going to see if I can prove that Jim Moriarty is the culprit."

"I want to help." I say quickly, but Sherlock shakes his head.

"I can't risk you getting involved in something like this. It's too dangerous. Please try to understand. It is best if John and I do this alone. We've been doing this kind of thing for years." He says softly, taking my hand and squeezing it.

I sigh and nod slowly, watching as his lips curl into a gentle smile:

"Do you want to go somewhere today? I'm free."

My heart flutters at the look in his eyes. Still, I didn't know whether or not Sherlock still had the potential to hurt me like he did before. To exercise a fake love, like the one in the beginning. It made me feel insecure. He was risky to fall in love with.

But the risk was where all the excitement was.

He tilts his head, his eyes glittering with amusement as he waited patiently for my answer.

"Sure." I answer.

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Disclaimer: I don't own or am associated with Victoria's Secret.

"Why do you have to always go to this shop every time we come here." Sherlock complains.

"Because Victoria's Secret has a sale today!"

"When is there not a sale?" He rolls his eyes.

I excitedly go through and select the cutest little panties I can find, but my mood falters when I see him, standing right across from the display table.

He approaches me at a dangerously close proximity with a crimson lace bralette in his hand:

"I think this would look nice on you." Jim Moriarty says, with a crooked smile.