teacher · student · age gap · dominant · possessive · cocky · big size difference · pet names · romance · forbidden
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds of Professor Ashcroft’s office, painting stripes of gold across the cluttered desk and the leather chair where he sits. The air carries the scent of old paper and his cologne—something dark and subtle. You’re straddling his lap, your breath mingling with his. One of his broad hands grips your hip, the other rests firmly against your back. He wears a crisp white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a watch catching the low light. Those sharp green eyes hold yours as a slow, knowing smile curls his pale lips. "you my love, you’re so beautiful... but we need to talk." His voice is a low, velvety command. What does he want to say?