Crankiplier oneshots (smut)

Upcoming scholar

(I know Ethan has ADHD and dyslexia and there's no way he'd do a English literature degree but this is fanfic baBY! I gave him slight ADHD so it's still manageable in studies. This was actually meant to be the first chapter of this book, it's been on the back burner for a bit, but I hope that you guys like it!)

*Marks POV*
Another year has started, marking 10 years as a university lecturer. I had worked with some amazing and talented students over the years but one stood out to me. Straight from the flawless interview which earned him a firm offer, to his impossibly perfect work he had submitted all through his first year, this boy had stunned me.

Ethan Nester. Ethan fucking Nester. Over my years as a lecturer at even one of the most prestigious universities, I had never met such a student. He hadn't come straight after high school, so he was more mature than majority of the cohort.

He was a cute twink around 6 or 7 years younger than me. Perhaps that was why he caught my eye. After breaking up with my girlfriend just over a year ago due to my sexuality, I still hadn't found a guy I was able to connect with.

Maybe that was why I set the assignment I did. To try and connect with him. It was a dumb idea, to try and kindle something with a student, or even just to see if there were the trappings of a relationship but oh god did I want to see his face overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Alright class! Welcome back! No beating around the bush, straight from break I want you to write a piece that expresses how you feel. It can be sad, happy, confused, anything you want. Dreams and aspirations. Something that grips the reader and highlights what makes you human, who your character as a person is." I took a moment, scanning the room looking for him.

Our eyes connected and a small smile crept onto his face followed by a gentle blush.

"I want to know you." I finished our gaze still maintained. Ethan shifted in his seat slightly and his smile grew mischievously.

*Ethans POV*
After Mark told us our task, I knew exactly what I wanted to write about, how to get him to know me and want me. All through my first year, we had a strange connection. No words expressing feelings or anything, nothing unprofessional, but the eyes we made at each other, the gazes that screamed for intimacy... I wanted him. I'm sure he wanted me too, he gave me sex eyes on multiple occasions! Even when we were talking about classical literature and film.

After a brief stalk of his social media accounts, in recent posts, they were becoming raunchy.  More shirtless beach pictures, gym pictures showing off a well defined v line, as well as selfies with 'I'm hot and you wanna fuck me and I know it' eyes.

I decided my personal piece would be about how I wanted him, but not mention him by name. I would talk about the human condition of desire. Let him know all the things he does to me, but in a way so that it'll make him a little hot and bothered if he's into me, or just blown away by another quality essay if he's not.

*Marks POV*
I had skimmed over many of the shallow personal pieces just waiting to read Ethan's. I was sure it was going to be amazing. I needed it to save me from reading about everyone thinking they're more unique than they are, or that they have a perfect life and are perfect themselves.

I saved it for last, and finally, I was there. Usually it's once you finishing marking the last paper it feel like a breath of fresh air and not starting the last paper.

I started reading. About desire that acted as a driving force and inspiration, a muse who was fuel to motivational fire. About desire that kept one up at night, the muse to consume the mind of the artist. A desire that felt like pure ecstasy, a desire that felt like pure torture. I couldn't help but wish it was me. I was burning to know. I wanted to be his muse, as he was mine.