Taron egerton Smut (new content just published)

Professor Egerton

It was the first day of school, I felt more uneasy than ever despite now being in college. were moderately sweating as I gripped the wheel of my ford escape. A rapping of knuckles on my side window startled me as I was putting it in park. It was a guy, probably in his mid 20's or older-he was quite handsome with light scruff and auburn hair brushed back neatly. I hesitantly rolled down the window. "I'm one of the new teachers. Mr Egerton I'm sorry for scaring you I just...hoped you could help me." His eyes drew me in, his whole body did now that I could see him clearly.

His mouth was poised in a way that made me think about-I stopped my thoughts abruptly.

Jesus, what is wrong with me?

I shifted in my seat, "Sure."

He smiled pleasantly, I noticed how strong his arms looked under his white dress shirt. Or maybe he just needed to size up.

"Righto, well..." He seemed rather embarrassed, "You know where the men's bathroom's are?"

I almost burst out laughing, but I bit the inside of my mouth to hold it in.

Was he being cheeky or?

He bit his lip, smiling out of a corner of his mouth.

"It's a bit of an emergency."

I almost let out another burst of laughter but I only grinned back at him stupidly.

"I guess."

I felt extremely selfware of the eyes glancing off of me as I walked next Mr. Egerton-I tried to speed up to lesson the awkwardness of me walking with a teacher but he matched my speed easily to catch up with me. "Do you enjoy cardio?"

I slowed, looking over at him. "Sorry." Was all I could manage with his eyes all over me.

When we reached one of the first men's bathrooms, lining the busy corridor I paused, looking back over my shoulder.

"I'd better go." I secretly wished I didn't have to leave but I was feeling so hot inside I could barely stand it. He thanked me, smiling a little out of the corner of his lips.

I had almost forgotten about Mr. Egerton when I slipped in late to my history class, my friend finch waved me over besides her, giggling between a cigarette she held whimsically in her mouth.

"Styleson?" Someone called me from the front of class, I almost dropped my entire book bag like a ton of bricks when I recognised who it was. It was Mr. Egerton.

"Y-Yeah, sorry I had to go to the..."

"Bathroom?" He offered, his hands poised on his waist, he seemed to be faintly amused.

"Right." I muttered, shuffling over next to finch-no one was really paying attention, they were talking with their friends, similar cliches probably to the ones they had established throughout high school. I groaned as I sat down, hardly aware I had.Finch gave me a little side hug, her brunette hair in my eyes.

"First day of college can you believe it?"

She didn't bring anything to the lecture besides a bottle of water, most people would've dismissed her for being a lazy bitch but Finch simply had photographic memory.

I blinked, I realised I hadn't taken my eyes off of Mr. Egerton, I grimaced inwardly at myself.

Yikes.

"Yeah, It's pretty surreal." Finch wrapped her handmade daisy embroidered cardigan around herself, her brown eyes looking at Mr. Egerton too.

"We ended up with some hell of a history teacher, I tell you that."