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Essays by breaktimewritings. Summary: Belle is a student in Prof. When she accidentally turns in erotic fiction rather than an essay to her favorite professor things get…well I can imagine you know how things get.

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Originally posted by iamlarien. Request: Professor Reid x reader smut request? You could either be like the reasonable students and the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us. That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison. I got the sense he had a hard time keeping just about anything a secret with his nasty habit of oversharing. That was fine with me, though. I quite liked having the ammunition.

I was in this shit. His voice had already sent half the girls in the class into a trance, but I was trying to focus on the content. Tumblr sex teacher could feel it coming in my bones. He cut himself off when he noticed the speed with which I raised my hand with a saccharine smile on my face. The expression he returned told me he knew he was in dangerous territory.

Nonetheless, he called on me. He seemed intrigued, and also very concerned about the fact that I was still talking. I think he knew where I was going with this.


He smiled, the kind that dimpled his cheeks as it showed just how hard he was trying not to say something. There was something about the way I felt when I talked to him. It was like the rest of the class disappeared, the tension between the two of us transporting us to another reality. Other times, it felt like the two of us were starring in a movie, and they were the audience watching our every move with rapt attention.

My eyes immediately flittered down to his crotch with the movement, and when I returned my gaze to his eyes, I saw him smirking with raised eyebrows. Part of me wanted him to. It would make the next question more… interesting. The second the question left my mouth, I could see the darkness shroud the playful glint in his eyes. Trying to hide that devilish look on his face, tumblr sex teacher cleared his throat. The students around me were beginning to whisper, which only urged me on.

His hands were moving in his pockets, but his eyes were dead set on me. You must have been one more than the other.

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Once his hand left his pants, I realized that I had really gotten to him. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath as he tried to remind himself that he was in a classroom filled with young adults. Myself included.

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Still, I noticed his eyes lingering on me every couple of minutes. Each time the masses turned their attention to their notes not including the auditshis gaze would burn into me. The last time he did it, right before class ended, I managed to look up and catch him in the act.

Somewhat surprisingly, he looked away. His hands nervously fidgeted with something in his pocket and his jaw clenching. His chest heaving with angry breath. Did I do that to him? I wondered. He answered that question, which I had thought was safely hidden in my mind, with ease after dismissing the class.

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I had hung around a few minutes like I always did, collecting my things and trying to decide whether I wanted to go pester the man for a while longer before heading to my next class when I heard it. My name almost felt foreign on his lips when he said it like that. I shot a shocked glance down the sloped room at him on the stage, blinking rapidly as if to ask him to repeat himself. Instead, he raised his hand and curled a finger to beckon me closer.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, my thighs clenching shut as I tried to remind my lungs to take in air. Now it was my turn to swallow hard, clearing my throat and running a hand over my hair before I took a single step. He was watching me, his satisfaction in my anxiety growing more obvious. There was an undercurrent of rage that threatened to swallow me whole as I approached him.

The bugs creeping in my stomach were overwhelming, creating a chain reaction of goosebumps over my skin and a lump in my throat. Alone with Professor Reid? In his office? Some small part of me screamed to ask him why. But the rest of me begged me not to— if it was an unsatisfactory response, I wanted to have the opportunity to convince him otherwise. Tumblr sex teacher walk to his office felt so long despite only being a couple of minutes.

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It was painfully quiet, my eyes following the way his fingers would tighten and loosen on the books in his hand. He avoided looking at me until he swung the heavy oak door open, staring at me with an angry yet intrigued look. It was a look meant to usher me inside.

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Once I heard the soft click of the latch in the door, I expected to turn to find his unbridled rage. Spencer Reid was still just as silent, his gaze just as shifty and eerie as it had been in class. It was strangely neat compared to that of other professors. Just books. I chewed on my lip for a minute as I placed my hands behind me on the desk, meeting his eyes in a rather challenging fashion.

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I nodded in response, a small simper gracing my lips when he brought a hand to stroke his chin. Instead, he was displaying the characteristic s of restraint. It was at this point that I decided to take a chance. Truthfully, it was ill-advised.

He had never done anything beyond this moment to suggest that he would be open to being propositioned by a student, much less.

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But something about the way he was acting right now, practically backing me against his desk with his body and those damned darkened amber colored eyes, made me want to take that chance. So I took one step forward, closing nearly all of the space between us and raising my hands in a false sense of compliance. Lowering my arms, I pressed both of my hands flat against his button down shirt and smoothed the fabric under my palms as I pushed them under his jacket. Although he brought one hand up to wrap entirely around my wrist, he made no attempt to move it.

The action alone caused me to pause, but freezing in this position almost seemed more intimate. I wondered why that was. With one swift, strong hand to my chest, he pushed me away from him. My thighs hit against the wooden desk with enough force to send a shock through my entire body. Wiping his face once more, he gave my body a quick glance, committing the details to his faultless memory. After he refused to accept the answer, I rolled my eyes. The breath that escaped him was much too heavy, much too guilty for me to let it rest. With it, he had already turned to walk away from me, retreating to the other side of the desk I rested against.

Noticing tumblr sex teacher following close enough to be his shadow, he refused to sit.

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Probably a smart move. Turning back to me while he waited for my answer, our bodies nearly collided in the narrow space between the shelves and furniture.

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I kept my hands off him this time, keeping them clasped behind my back. There was nothing for them to fiddle with that would stop them from landing where they wanted to go. His hand finally made its way to my cheek, roughly cupping it and turning my face more towards him. My cheeks were flaming hot from the rush of blood, my pupils nearly as wide as his in the reflection of his eyes.

The words almost got me what I wanted.

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