Rengoku x Reader: Smut, Bullshit, and So Much More

Daydream-_-ˢᴹᵁᵀ

College AU!

Warnings: smut ahaha.

A request from @ms_kozo so make sure you thank them!

Word count: 3756

"Oh god, please don't stop?"

She was grabbing at the flurry of blonde hair while lips pressed against her neck, kissing and sucking their way lower and lower.

"Y/n..."

"Keep calling my name just like that!"

"Y/n?"

Say it louder, please!"

"Miss Y/N!"

She squeaked in surprise at the sound of hands slamming in front of her, dispelling her daydreams. "Y-yes Professor?"

Her professor... god. The way he was looking down his nose at her with one eyebrow raised was enough to soak her panties. The look softened now he'd gotten her attention.

"The lecture is over, Y/n. You've been sitting here for at least five minutes. If you need to talk to me, I suggest you do it now because I have to go home for today." He leaned his head in his hand, a playful smile on his face while he waited. The golden hair she'd been tugging on in her daydreams cascaded down his shoulders.

"I— I don't—.. there's no questions, Sir."

"Ugh, does everyone in the class call me sir as well? It makes me feel so old." He laughed as he made his way to the door. "I think I'll just tell the class to call me by my name tomorrow. I'm not much older than you all, anyway. Don't just sit there, I need to lock up my room."

"Sorry Sir!" She scurried over, noticing him grimace a bit when she said sir again.

"Do I really look so old you have to call me sir?" Large hands trailed over his jawline as if to see if he'd begun growing stubble. "Do you think I'm old, Miss Y/n?"

He, in no way what so ever looked old. He looked like he was barely into his second year at college, at the most. Easily mistakable for a student if he didn't always dress in a button-up shirt with the classic red tie he was known for. Just get him some sweatpants and a hoodie and he'd be the same as everyone else.

Sweatpants... he'd look hot in sweatpants... grey ones. She giggled slightly at the thought.

"Uh oh, I don't like the way that giggle sounds." He teased, holding a door open for her before stepping into the parking lot.

"N-no I, uh, I wasn't giggling because I think you're old..."

"Why were you giggling, Miss Y/n?"

"B-because— be—..." she slowly began covering her face, feeling like she'd already been talking too much. "Um..."

"No, I get it. Sorry for teasing you." He shot the shy girl an apologetic smile before getting into his mom car (he had a minivan despite living alone). "Make sure you call me Kyojuro tomorrow instead of sir and I'll forgive the giggles!"

She nodded with a small squeak before scuttling her way home. "Kyojuro's a cute name... a very, very cute name..."

If it wasn't obvious by now, she had a crush on her professor. A massive, horny, indecent and unfitting of her shy personality crush. But who cares? She had a new name to fantasize with.

Plus, she'd spoken with him for a whole ten minutes which is the longest she'd ever held a conversation with anyone. She was proud of herself that day and decided to take a detour to the local Baskin Robins.