Professor, we shouldn't
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  • Reads 18,637
  • Votes 384
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 12m
Ongoing, First published Feb 15, 2023
Mature
Pedro Pascal x OC fem!reader // 18+
She/her pronouns

TW: +18 mature language, sexual content, domination, mentioning of drugs and alcohol, large age gap between young female and older man, sexual relationship between professor and student & adult language
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❝His teeth nipped at the lobe of her ear, giving a little whimper into her ear, instantly making her knees weak.
"I want you,"
He said breathlessly.
"Right here, right now!" ❞

                         「best to read alone, iykyk」

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