Professor (Sigma x Reader) DISCONTINUED

Temptations

You felt lucky he wasn't there the next morning. He always went for a morning run to the gym when he didn't work -- meaning he would be doing this every day of break. You quickly went to throw your laundry in the dryer, wanting out of this sweater. You loved it and hated it. Well, you didn't hate the sweater itself. You hated the thoughts that came with it. The though of wanting his attention...His affection...Him. It felt wrong. Very wrong. Why did you even feel this way? He was your damn professor!

"Just breathe (y/n). You can just...Make them go away. Don't think about that stuff. Think about...ummm..." You felt stupid talking to yourself about this, but you really didn't feel you had much of a choice. "Well, um, guess I can't think of anyone." You sighed and looked at the time. 10:30. He'd be home soon. "Dammit."

You decided to just wait in your room for your laundry to be done, not wanting to bump into him at all. That was the last thing you needed. You started heading up from the laundry room, which was in the basement. Your heart rate was up a bit, most likely from nerves. And you had to spend the entire winter break like this.

You froze once you reached the living room. He was home. You couldn't keep your eyes off him. His tight muscle shirt showing just how much he really worked out. His shorts somehow emphasized just how long his legs were. The worst part was, he actually looked pretty damn hot.

"Hi (y/n). Sorry, I'm a bit later than I usually am." He hung his winter coat on the coat rack, taking a drink from his water bottle before talking again. "I decided to run a little extra today."

You managed to nod. "I-it's fine professor. I woke up late anyway." By now, your face and ears felt hot. "I was, um, on my way to get food."

Siebren chuckled softly and set his shoes beside the door. "Alright. Let me know if you need anything. I'm getting groceries this afternoon."

You made a mental note to make a list of snacks to keep in your room. While you greatly enjoyed what he made, you also missed the foods you used to eat. You weren't sure how the man survived without potato chips and cookies. Maybe that's why he looked the way he did. Muscular...

Nope! No more thoughts! Let's just go get food and book it to the room!

You forced your eyes away, going to the kitchen to find something. You opened the fridge and found an apple, quickly snatching it and heading up to your room. At this point, you wanted nothing more than to be locked in here until school started back up. Your mind was so conflicted about all this. Maybe it was because he didn't treat you like garbage? That had to be it, right?

You found yourself grabbing your vape, heading to the window and cracking it open. Your hands shook as the smoke began to fill your lungs. What if Derek found out?...Oh God...Derek...You were supposed to be arriving at his house by today...Oh God...What was he going to do to you?

Smoke began to fill the room, your window not being cracked enough to let all the smoke out. You didn't notice though, ultimately just wanting all this to be over. No, you wanted to start over...You wanted to go back and run away from your dad. Then you wouldn't be here. You'd be free from all this. Free from the abuse. Free from the hurt. Free from the confusion. Free from-

"(Y/n)? You okay? You're crying awful loud."

You snapped out of your thoughts and wiped your eyes. You had been crying. How did you not know you were crying? Were you that overwhelmed about all this? This...Stupid situation.

"(Y/n)?"

You swallowed in an attempt to make yourself sound okay. "I'm fine professor. Just...Overwhelmed I guess. I've got a lot on my mind." I mean, you weren't exactly lying. You did have quite a bit on your mind right now.