-Ewan McGregor Stories-

Professor McGregor (1)

Warnings: Age-Gap? , Prof x student relation

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His touch was the only thing on my mind in the middle of his lecture. I needed it, and I needed it bad. Just the thought of his masculine fingers being run up and down my skin sent shivers down my spine. It was very wrong, but I couldn't help myself from thinking about it. "Y/N!", his voice snapped me out of the trance I was in. "Y-yes Professor?", I managed out when I regained a sense of reality. "You've been distant in my lectures. How about you stay after and we can talk about it. Is that alright with you, Miss Y/N?" he spoke calmly like he always has, but only this time with a hint of sternness only I could pick up on. "Yes, sir. My apologies.", I replied embarrassed for getting caught. What am I gonna do? Is he mad at me? Am I gonna get dropped for staring? I had several questions going through my mind while I jotted down notes.

Time had passed from when he called to me so I checked my watch to see how close we were to the class ending. Exactly 3 minutes according to my watch. My heart began to race and pound in my chest as I got nervous at the idea of being alone with Professor McGregor. The last time I was alone with him I offered to help him grade papers since I was an assistant in his department. We shared some jokes and laughs. We may have made fun of some of my peers but honestly it was nice being able to be loose like that with a professor. That was also when I got my first fix of his touch.

It started with accidental touches while passing papers to each other. Then, it slowly escalated to him resting his hand on my thigh when he wanted my attention when talking to me. It caught me off guard of course, I will say that. His warm hand on my thigh sent the same warmth to my cheeks. I'm sure he caught my cheeks changing color because he had a small chuckle before starting up another conversation topic. Little did he know it also sent warmth elsewhere too.

That was when I knew I needed his hands all over me. I went home thinking about it for the rest of the day, and at night. I couldn't help but moan out his name, it was very taboo of me I know. "I will see you on Friday for the exam", Professor McGregor spoke out loudly. Oh great. He probably caught me staring again. Lets see what he wants. I waited till everyone left the class before I stood up and made my way to his desk. He was also waiting for everyone to leave because just before I could get to his desk he walked to the door and closed it.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked with hesitation. "Uh yes! Hope you don't mind it just being us." he asked, showing how nervous he was. His steps were all that could be heard ringing through the classroom as he made his way to the desk.

As he sat down he cleared his throat, " Um, have a seat, anywhere you'd like." I got a boost of confidence from out of nowhere that made me sit on his desk in front of him. I hopped onto his desk sitting on my right leg: of course I made sure there wasn't anything important on his desk before I hopped on. For a minute I thought I caught Professor McGregor letting out a cough and shift slightly in his seat. "So, I called you after class to talk about you spacing out during class. I am getting worried if it'll start to affect you in your class work." he began to speak. I looked down at the ground ashamed that he had caught me possibly staring at him....