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Garden of Eden Pt. 2

PAIRING: Ian Malcolm x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is a transfer student to her new college where her last year is about to start and she needs one more good night out. Going to a bar two towns away changed her fate of the night, having an older man in her arms by the end of it. What she wasn't expecting is that she would see him a few days later - teaching the class.

WORDCOUNT: 3,429

WARNINGS: 18+, age gap, cursing, smut

Part 1

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Who knew a drive home could drive a young woman insane? You had the quintessential man of your dreams in the back of a taxi with you. In the next hour you know clothing will be discarded and you’ll have one hell of a story to tell Marina.

Impatience was your vice and it was raging right now.

“Chaos theory- where’d you learn that?”

“Oh, I went to the University of Texas at Austin to study mathematics and it was my concentration. My specialty, if you will. What’s your specialty?”

Wouldn’t you like to know my specialty?

Biting your tongue was a must. You also had to bite your tongue about how you were studying your said specialty at the moment. You were starting to realize if he could tell you were in college or not. Those around you have said you look older than what your age was and now you are seeing what they mean in real time.

“I’m a bioenvironmental engineer.”

“Beauty and brains, I see. All while knowing Latin?”

“I have a soft spot for the humanities. I read about ancient western studies in my free time.”

“And a huge nerd!” you laugh and lightly hit his arm, which causes him to escape some giggles.

The taxi slows down and comes to a stop in front of a small house. It’s quaint and you can already tell it’s going to have a cozy feel to it. Ian pays the driver and leads you out of the car and into his house.

“Now, I apologize for the somewhat organized mess. I moved in around a week and a half ago, so the process of unpacking has yet to be completed.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You still kept it neat, that’s all that matters.”

Ian makes his way into his kitchen to fetch two water bottles for you two. You stand in his dining room, admiring the pieces of furniture he picked out for his humble abode.

“So…according to you, the only way to show me what cubitum eamus means is by having us both on a bed, hm?” Ian says smoothly while handing you a water bottle.

“Perhaps. Or on a couch. Or a table. Even the floor,” you inch closer to him and when you look up at him, you finally realize the small distance between you two. All he had to do was lean down and his lips would be on yours in no time.

“And where exactly would you prefer it?”

“Wherever there’s going to be the most room.”

“I would say floor then, but I don’t want those knees of yours getting too much in pain.”

Impatience has become you in many instances, some not so pretty moments. Right here, on the other hand, what perfect timing to have quite the vice.

You close the gap between Ian and you with a soft kiss, but it was him that brought the kisses to a level of hunger. Your arms slip around his neck while his tongue slips in your mouth. Hands on the familiar territory of your waist. You could’ve just spent the whole night standing right there, making out with him.

Ian knew you had other plans and took those matters into his own hands.

With one swift motion, you were hoisted up. A quiet, little yelp came out and you were carried to his bedroom.

You honestly couldn’t believe this was happening. One night stands were not a thing you did nor leaving the bar with random men for any reason. It was fun to look at them, but to do anything about it? Taking action was never on your radar.

Meanwhile, action was in motion as Ian kissed you hard, then laid you down on his bed. You knew if you went home with some college guy the experience would not live up to this. Seeing the nice headboard Ian had, you mentally noted to use that in the next few minutes if the sex ends up where you’d need to hold on.

Not cutting eye contact, he gives you his bedroom eyes with a smirk while taking off your shoes. After placing them down, he heats things up by giving kisses on the inner part of your legs. His fingertips lightly rub your thighs, damn near ticklish for you.

Your chest visibly rises up and down as the nerves build up in the pit of your stomach. Excitement, shyness, all of it crumple up together to hit you. A first for you, but you couldn’t imagine it any other way. The only downside was that there was a good chance you wouldn’t see or hear from Ian after tonight. Might as well make the most of having him in your possession.

He climbs on top of you and your lips’ immediately make their way back on each other. Your fingers find his curls, admiring the softness of his ringlets while feeling your core get wetter by the second.

As much as you love having your fingers in his hair, you love it more when they are unbuttoning his shirt. Sitting up on his knees, he threw the shirt on his floor and was about to go back down to you, but you stopped him by placing your hand on his chest.

“Everything alright?”

“Oh- oh yeah, I just wanted to get a good look,” you say as you trail your hand down to the waistband of jeans.

“Want to do the honors?”

“Don’t gotta ask me twice,” and you went to work undoing his belt and his jeans. Ian looked down at you, your eyes’ meeting as you finally pulled down the zipper.

He gets off the bed and fully discarded the pants, leaving him in his boxers. Now seeing him in all his glory, you were astonished. He was toned, particularly big in his back and shoulder area. No wonder he was able to pick you up like it was nothing. He could’ve been one of those models for Calvin Klein, for God’s sake.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Well, I did say I wanted to get a good look.”

Ian chuckles and shakes his head while he places his hands on his hips. “Yes, but something’s off…your clothes aren’t off.”

“Yet.”

“Ah, there’s that magic word,” and Ian’s hands found the hem of your top real quick. To his surprise — and yours too since you honestly forgot — you weren’t wearing a bra. With the way your Levi jeans were hugging you in all the right places, hair done just right, it was picture perfect to him.

“Can’t have a staring contest all night with my chest, sweetheart.”

“Who are you calling sweetheart?”

“I can call you baby, but that requires more than just this.”

Ian was baffled. He always had the upper hand with flirting and seducing women. Hell, he even got Dr. Sattler to blush a few times from his harmless flirting and she was seeing Alan. Ian was just one of those men that women would bend for, even if they had someone already.

But this was an entirely different beast he has yet to encounter.

“Alright, but that means you have to finally show me what exactly the phrase meant.”

A smirk finds its home on your lips after those prophetic words fell from Ian’s lips. He helps take off your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Yeah, I think you have a feeling what it already means.”

“You sure about that? I’m more of a visual learner anyway,” and then your underwear was off and tossed to the floor. You wanted to shy away under a blanket with how Ian was looking at you. Such amazement, such hunger, it was a look that was entirely foreign to you when you were the one before the stare.

“I can rest assured you that I am as well,” and you return the favor by pulling down his boxers. You were trying to keep your cool, but by the looks of it, you had a feeling the sex was going to be a tad painful if it got rough.

You stand up from the edge of the bed and close the gap again to continue the kissing. His hands roamed your bare skin and the goosebumps couldn’t control themselves. God, you were nervous as ever, but wanted to be the one to take the lead somewhat since he seemed to be letting you. You had Ian fooled, thinking you were comfortable and confident in this situation, meanwhile your pulse felt like it was going to burst.

With your hands on his hips you turned him around so he was the one to lay on the bed. Ian already liked where this was going.

“Well this is a first.”

“What?”

“The woman going on top first,” he says with a cocky smile.

“You know what they say,” you climb onto the bed and straddle his lap. “Ladies first.”

You align the tip of his cock to your entrance and slowly make your way down back onto his lap. Euphoria captured the both of you, your eyes fluttering close and Ian muttering a “fuck” under his breath.

You were fucking him. The steady pace you had had your mind somewhere else, the pleasure giving you a high you weren’t used to. Ian was helping with that since his hands were feeling up your body, particularly your tits. Occasionally, he would pinch your nipples, knowing it would drive you crazy.

Ian could feel you about to reach for your climax as your moans were making that apparent. Him being the way he is, he wanted to mess with you a little to edge you on. He grabs you and flips you two over with him now on top. You looked at him in shock and were a little upset that he had just ruined your build up.

“You needed a break. Why don’t I take care of you for a bit, hm?” he kisses you and starts thrusting. He found out fast you weren’t one to take it slow, so he ramped up his speed to the point of you moaning out his name.

Considering how large Ian was, there was no actual pain like you thought there was. Then that little idea came to you. While he was fucking your brains out you lift up your legs for him to hold onto, but your smirk sent him the message you had another idea.

He repositioned himself a bit to be able to push your leg back, showing off your flexibility. You could feel how deep he got – and how well he was hitting your g-spot.

“Holy fuck- yes!” you were gripping the duvet, knuckles turning white and you couldn’t contain your moans. Every conscious thought you had was whisked away to some corner of your brain for the time being. All you could focus on was the feeling of Ian on top of you, moaning from his own overwhelming pleasure, and the way his voice sounded with your name rolling off his tongue.

Ian has had many one night stands in his lifetime. It’s a dance he knew all the steps to with years of practice. Some underwhelming while others were just right. You kept him on his toes the entire night since meeting him and it surprised him how well you were able to match him with everything. He was convinced you were going to be some shy, easily swayed woman. But the fact that you went home with him was your idea, he was experiencing his own firsts tonight too.

“You feel so good,” Ian moans, then gives you a sloppy kiss as he continues to pound into you. You felt hazy, brain empty. That’s how you knew the sex was good as hell. You could stay like this the entire night and you had a sneaky suspicion Ian is feeling the same way.

“Ian, don’t stop- please!” before you knew it the coil snapped and you came undone. Every ounce of your body could feel it. He could feel you coming and kept at the same pace that got you there in the first place.

“That’s right, baby, ride it out.” he said while watching your eyes roll in the back of your head. Feeling you tighten around him, your pretty moans, everything about you in this moment – Ian finally snapped.

His moans alone could’ve made you come a second time. Your legs finally got to fall onto the bed and the achiness caught up with you. You try not to let it show, but when he pulled out you winced.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m just a little sore.” Ian put up his finger and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. You grabbed your underwear along with your top to cover yourself. Everything that just happened starts sinking in and you can’t help but be a bit in disbelief.

“I think it’s time for me to get going.”

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night and I can drive you in the morning.”

You were really debating it. It’s not a terrible idea, especially getting to be held after sex like that.

“Fine. Twist my arm, why don’t you,” and Ian cracks a smile and gets in bed with you. He instantly puts an arm around you and your head finds its way to his chest. With a reach of his arm, he turns the lamp off.

“Is it bad that I’m debating on proposing a round two?” he says aloud in the dark.

“As much as I would adore getting fucked like that again, I don’t think my body could handle all that again,” you mumble with your eyes closed. You both chuckle and he tightens his hold of you.

“Fair enough,” and you two drift off to sleep.

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Your eyes shot open. The light from the window is the first thing in your view. Your back is pressed against Ian and his arm is draped over your waist lazily. You thank your lucky stars that he doesn’t have a grip so you can squirm away from him.

As quiet as you can, you get dressed and go to the living room. Once you find his phone, you dial the one number that you knew would come in handy in a situation like this.

“Hello?”

“Marina, get a pen and paper. I’m about to give you Ian’s address. He’s still asleep and I need you to come and get me.” you whisper into the phone.

“Jesus, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m completely fine, but after all, this is a one night stand.”

You give her the address and Marina realizes that he only lives about five minutes from her house.

“I’ll be there in no time. I suggest you leave his house and start walking towards Delafield Street.” you both hang up. Before flying out the door, you decide to find a paper and pen to leave your name and number. Just in case he decides he wants that round two.

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Two days later…

The campus was buzzing. The weather was immaculate, which meant that the campus green was littered with students hanging out on blankets and chairs.

Everything just felt fresh for you. You could feel it that you made the right decision coming back home and becoming a commuter student at a nearby college. Ironically enough, this school is harder to get into than your previous institution, so that definitely helped with your confidence.

It was so warm you got to wear denim shorts and a tucked-in-bloused-out baggy top. You were glowing – Saturday night being part of the reason as to why.

Yet, Ian hasn’t called you.

It’s not that it’s upsetting you, but you kind of were hoping for at least one call. You knew not to get your hopes up and reminded yourself that you were the one to run out in the morning.

Your first class of the day was a 10:30 a.m. math class. With the complications of switching over to a new college, you didn’t get your schedule until the last minute. While at the school bookstore, you check your paper once more to see what book you needed for your math class.

It’s a chaos theory based mathematics class.

You saw the name of your professor.

“No no no no no no,” you whispered to yourself. When the worker came over, she handed you the book and told you to have a good day. You faked your polite smile and went off to class.

A freak out was in order, but it was at the worst possible timing.

When you entered the class, you took your seat in the second row. Immediately, you got yourself situated to distract yourself from the fact that the man you slept with two days ago is at the front of the class, about to teach.

Ian’s back was facing you as he was writing the name of the class along with his full title. There was low chatter going on from fellow students, but you kept quiet as a mouse with your arms crossed in front of your chest. The anxiety was working overtime with your morning coffee and a trip to the bathroom didn’t seem so bad right now.

That was until Ian turned around and started class.

His eyes landed on you. You held the stare with a “I’m trying to act like what happened never did” look.

“Welcome, everyone,” said Ian. “I’m Dr. Ian Malcolm and I’ll be the one torturing you with chaos theory for this class.” Low chuckles erupted through the class.

You stayed silent with a resting face.

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After leaving the bathroom after class, you knew a decision had to be made. To either just go to the library and chill or walk up to his office door and face reality.

Knock knock knock

Ian looks up from his paper work. His eyes softened with a flash of panic. He motioned for you to come in.

With the click of the door closing and the sound of you plopping in the chair, it was the start of a conversation you weren’t sure you were ready to endure.

“You had me fooled,” Ian starts.

“Look, I just want to say I’m really sorry about not telling you that I’m 22 and a student-”

“Oh, that would’ve changed the entire trajectory of that night, I can tell you that much.”

You sat there with your head down, eyes taking more interest in your lap than Ian’s face.

“But I don’t regret it.” Your eyes shot up to meet his face. A smile started to slowly spread across his face while his arms were crossed.

“Me too,” you say, barely above a whisper.

The silence that followed was all knowing, all comforting.

“So…you’re not mad at me?”

“Miss Y/L/N, the only thing I’m mad at is how much I enjoyed it, how much I want to do it again with you, and that I woke up without you in my arms.”

You felt the air leave your body and you were ready to choke on your own spit.

“Oh so now we’re doing formalities?” you nervously joked. Ian did a low chuckle that was starting to ruin your underwear. “Well…now with that out of the way,” you stand up and grab your bag. “I hope you have a good rest of your day, professor.”

“Wait.”

You snap your head back towards him. Your hand was on the doorknob, but it quickly left it when you watched Ian motion with his finger to come to him. Thank goodness the only window in that office was one that gave a view of the back of the building.

“Yes?”

Ian stands up, towering over you like he did Saturday night. The smell of leather and his expensive cologne was slowly entrancing your brain.

His hands come to the side of your face and your breath hitches.

“Is this alright?” he asks in a low tone.

“Yes,” you breathe out and Ian wastes no time with getting his lips back on yours. For the past 48 hours this is all he’s been wanting.

“And with that,” he gives you another kiss, softer this time. “I bid you farewell, miss Y/L/N. Have a lovely rest of your day.”

You could’ve fucked him again right on his desk.

Instead, you leave his office, poker face on.

On the inside, you were shamelessly plotting how to have that man again and happy dancing.

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