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ahh that makes me so happy! 🫶🏾🥹 i appreciate you!

i also hope to come back to these two soon and give yall (and these two) the smut yall deserve

think about me

pairing: professor!steve rogers x black!fem!reader summary: there's just something so very familiar about professor rogers' voice and you're determined to confirm your suspicions.

wordcount: 3.6k warnings: rated M for mature. minors dni. spicy language and explicit talk. power dynamics (professor/student). age gap (not specified, but reader is a college senior (22-ish)and steve is about early-to-mid 30s). housemate!sarah (she's younger here so aj isn't born yet). pet names (sweetheart, pet, good girl). not beta'd (that's a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any! dedications & credits: so this is my first posted piece of writing in like 2 years 😭 and for a completely new fandom (as is everything else i plan to write on this blog). i'm dedicating it to @tulipsbymybed because she gave me the inspo for this about a month ago when she posted about soundgasm being down. i was like "what is that?" looked it up and yeah, got inspired. originally planned to have smut in it but my rusty ass gave in before that point so maybe next time (: divider and banner by: me

"girl, listen to this."

pushing back in your rolling chair, you moved to give your housemate sarah space as she grabbed one of the earbuds from your outstretched hand and popped it into her ear. thumb tapping once on the space bar to press play, you lifted your gaze to her face, gauging her reaction. after a beat, she looked at you, brow raised.

"okayyy. it sounds like a boring ass class lecture."

chuckling, you shook your head for a second before nodding. "right, so now listen to this."

middle finger on the trackpad, you paused the recording and switched tabs, queueing up a different audio. you returned your attention back to sarah's face just in time to see it change completely. from open curiosity to complete shock and maybe even a little scandalized due to the rating of the content flowing into her ears. brows furrowing then stretching to a high raise, her head tilted slightly from one side to the other before she pulled out them out.

"okay, now that's some straight up porn. the hell you got me listening to?"

dodging her playful swat, you laughed, letting the sound build up from your belly, spilling between glossed full lips, hand reaching to pause the audio again.

"you don't think they sound like the same person?" you asked, ignoring her question as you got to the point of the demonstration.

squinting her eyes, sarah looked to the side as she ran the voices back over again in her head.

"play that first one again." you did, the baritone of professor rogers' voice softly bleeding out from the headphones, slightly distorted the further in distance. "hmm, yeah i guess they do sound ali- hold up? are you sayin' that's one of your professors?"

lips rolling in slightly, you gave a wide, closed-mouth smile, the corners of your eyes creasing as you nodded.

"he only started at vbu last year, but sarah, if that's who i think it is, that man's voice has brought me to some of the best orgasms in my life for the past...what? 2, 3 years now?" you estimated.

"even while you were with..."

"especially while i was with..." you trailed off, the both of you holding strong to leaving the names of your exes in the past with person they belonged to.

"ho-ly shit," sarah breathed out in syllables, as much disbelief in her voice as you were feeling.

you shook your head, thinking back to the first day of script writing class a handful of weeks ago, where unanimously-dubbed finest professor on campus, and the newest, steven rogers stood up in front of a classroom of thirty people and introduced himself in the same sonorous timbre as the voice that you brought yourself to climax just twenty-two hours before. you had made the connection almost instantly, but refused to allow your mind to keep the link.

there was no way this army captain veteran with a medal of honor, a cannes film festival award for best screen play, and a goddamn heart tremor was an audio porn narrator. no fucking way. and it was dangerous to even let the idea fully form in your mind.

but then the weeks continued on--as did your solo sessions--and eventually you started to pick up similarities between the way professor rogers and thenomad7418 pronounced certain words. thus came the idea to record and compare.

which is exactly where sarah found you after her getting in from her shift at a local nursing home.

"soooo...you gonna fuck him or what?"

snapping you head up and to the side, you gave her a look questioning her sanity.

"bitch, what?"

"i mean, you doin' all this for what? shits and giggles? you already know he can get you off with just his words and the sound of his voice. time to see what else dat mouth do." she shrugged a shoulder before turning back towards the door, walking away as she spoke. "bye. i'm gonna go pick up my child now."

throwing up a peace sign without even looking back, she left you to simmer in her words of wisdom.

there was no way you could fuck your professor. right? like, there were literal rules about that sort of thing...wasn't there?

you probably should've been ashamed about the length of time you spent typing away into the search engine of both the university's website and the general internet, trying to see just how far the legalities stretched. you probably should've been putting all this effort into his assignment that was worth half your final grade, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

according to the many sources across the net, it was heavily frowned upon and considered especially unethical for a professor to sleep with their student.

however.

it wasn't illegal.

so as long as professor rogers was willing to risk his job and the respect of his colleagues, the overall institution of higher education, and most-likely his family, all signs were a-go.

the question was: were you actually going to make this information useful? and if so, how would you go about it? hell, were you even sure this was thenomad7418?

an alarm pinged on your phone, a reminder to submit your first ten pages of your assigned twenty-page script for review, gave you an idea. fingers flying across the keys, you located the file and began to type away at your new edits, only pausing to queue up one of your favorite audio posts from thenomad7418 and pressing play.

it was risky, but it would confirm whether or not professor rogers had a secret online hobby and if he did, would also let him know you knew while putting the ball in his court in a way that would hopefully have than his balls slapping against your court.

from: [email protected]

subject: CONFIDENTIAL

good afternoon,

i am writing to inform you that you may have completed an academic offense of plagiarism on your 10-page draft submission. under the university's undergraduate and graduate academic integrity policy, it is my duty to meet with the student and investigate the situation prior to elevation to higher channels such as the provost and ultimately, the president of the university. i refer to you verona bay university's academic integrity website: www.vbu.edu/academicintegrity.

as you know, this week marks the beginning of our new class schedule that will run for the entirety of the second half of the semester, our normal thursday evening class being replace with optional office hours with me for further help and guidance on the final assignment. in order to refrain from further disruption to the learning environment, i am inviting you to meet with me at my office this upcoming thursday during the normal class hours and newly allotted office hours of 7pm to 9pm to discuss this matter. please let me know as soon as possible if this works for you as well as your expected time of arrival so that i may reserve the timeslot in your honor.

attempts to avoid attending the meeting or ignoring correspondence will be considered as evidence towards your case, should one be created against you, and brought in front of the university's academic board. should this situation be escalated to additional parties, a copy of this letter will be submitted for ascertainment as well.

sincerely,

steven rogers,

adjunct professor, english department

what the actual fuck?

"alright, now as you all know this is the first day of our new schedule, meaning there's no class this thursday or any thursday the rest of the semester."

a few classmates took the opportunity to let out a few whoops and though the reminder of "this thursday's" importance made your stomach turn, you couldn't lie. the idea of being free thursday nights brought a smile to your face.

"now, don't get too excited. i want you guys to use this free time to work on your scripts and take advantage of my open office hours, okay?" his gaze swept over the class pointedly, as if trying to instill the advice through his eyes. "i'm holding that time specifically for this class so be wise with your time. don't waste it because you won't get it back."

he paused for effect before continuing on, scuffing the bottom of his dress shoe against the tiled floor as he turned in his slow pacing.

"one final thing before you go."

the start of his sentence prompting the sudden scrapes and paper-rustling as you and your peers took it as a sign to pack up.

"i'm grateful for the few of you that took the initiative to turn in your 10 pages early even though they aren't due until this friday. for those that haven't turned in your assignments yet, i just want to reiterate that i will not accept plagiarized work. not only is it against school policy, but it's also against my own personal moral code."

shame burned in the pit of your belly as professor rogers basically called you out without slandering your name out loud. you hesitated in putting your notebook into your bag, wanting to glance over your shoulder from where you're hunched, but instead deciding to keep your head ducked.

"the some of you that have turned your assignments early, please check your emails. it seems as if there are a few of you that need to schedule a meeting with me to talk about your submission."

this time you did look up at him, watching as his eyes bounced non-committedly around the room as he spoke, his final words breezing through pink lips when his eyes locked on yours.

baby blue burned into dark umber, capturing your gaze until he chose to break it, looking away. feet continuing in its movement, he crossed towards his desk, reaching over to tap a key on his laptop with a dramatic flair, effectively disconnecting his device from the projector.

"class dismissed."

for as bold of an idea your plan originally was, you couldn't lie and say you weren't nervous, knee bouncing as you sat on the couch in the small lobby of the english department's offices.

since it was five minutes to 7:30pm, the time of your schedule meeting with professor rogers, the offices were empty. all except for one, the bright light of your professor's office providing additional illumination to the moderate space through the half-way open door.

you had been there for ten minutes now, not wanting to add tardiness to his already tainted opinion of you, but any time you thought about getting up to get this whole ordeal over with, the knot in your stomach tightened you into submission on the plush cushion of the loveseat.

a stray cough sounded in the silence of the room, slipping from behind professor rogers' open door, breaking your thoughts from their stream of rumination.

fuck, did he know you were here this entire time? well, that's embarrassing.

wiping your hands on your thighs, smoothing the fabric, you released a deep breath. the worries, the stress, the possible outcomes floating around in you mind space, pushed out of your current consciousness with one long silence expel of carbon dioxide. you rose to your feet, body moving on autopilot towards the gapped door.

you stuttered a knock against the wood, pushing past the cracked barrier at his immediate "come in."

his office was more spacious on the inside than from where it seemed in the lobby, tucked away in the back corner. angled gothic-style windows adorned the far two sides of the room, carved crown molding in a dark cherry wood wrapped the perimeter, matching bookcases braced tall along the walls, filled with literature, interlaced with personal trinkets.

even in his short time of employment at the university, professor rogers had run out of space for his books, neat and haphazardly stacked piles littered the back wall, awaiting a proper home.

several feet from the farthest wall of windows sat the man in question, tapping away at a laptop that sat on his busy desk.

"you wanted to see me, professor?" you prompted, shoes glued to the floor where you stood, the open door not too far from your back.

the steady clickity-clack of fingers on keys didn't pause as he glanced up at you. you weren't sure if you imagined the way his eyes swept over your frame, especially with how quickly his gaze moved back to the illuminated screen in front of him.

"yes, please come in, shut the door, and have a seat. i'm just finishing up this email."

he motioned first towards the door then the two chairs that sat facing his desk with one hand, the other and eyes still trained on their current task.

okayyy, you mouthed to yourself, turning on your heel to pushed the door closed before moving take a seat, placing your bag in the empty chair next to you.

time seemed to slow down as you waiting for him to finish. his fingers barely paused in their typing, only in occasion as you assumed he was reading over what he had just wrote.

you studied him, the frustrated indent between his brow, the neutral down turn of the corner of his lips, the minuet movement of blue irises as they danced along, typed sentence by typed sentence.

the resolute stream of the keys lulled your anxiety into false security, pressured tempo of your heart calming to an even hammering before hiccupping in its stride the second professor rogers' gaze lifted to meet yours.

locked and loaded with emotions and intent you had yet to decipher, professor rogers' hands reached up to close his laptop before lying flat on the desk as he pushed himself to stand.

"shall we get started?" he asked, brow quirking as he slow stepped around his desk.

shifting forward in your seat, you licked your lips nervously, mentally queueing up the bullshit apology and excuse you had worked on all morning.

"professor rogers, first, i want to apologize for w--"

he held up a hand as he settled his against the front corner of his desk, effectively cutting you off mid-script.

"i just have one question for you." you nodded eagerly, curiosity pushing through the mental anguish. "how long have you known?"

wait, what?

head crooking back slightly, you gave a long blink, trying to process the curve ball query he threw in your direction.

"i-i'm sorry?"

"how long have you known that i'm thenomad? were you planning to blackmail me or something? because i promise you, sweetheart, i can give you many reasons why you'd come to regret it."

there was a darkening to his gaze that seemed to add to the glaze that already started to cover your sex the minute he told you to come in.

you weren't sure if it was a natural response your body had developed through years of listening to that baritone bring you beyond insanity, or if it was because this man truly measured up to his on-campus secret moniker of being the most attractive man employed.

it didn't matter if his words were probably hinting at something along the lines of an academic suspension and a report to the appropriate authorities, repercussions that seemed more aligned with what you knew of his professional life and apparent morals. an oral history of his dirtiest desires were seared into your mind, making the immediate interpretation his threat something a little more filthy.

a small smirk curled on your lips, the anxiety about academic penalties giving way slightly to the ultimate satisfaction of being right.

"actually, i wasn't entirely sure until i got hit with that plagiarism email the other day, which was fucked up by the way."

"language," he chastised, arms folding across his chest, a sigh releasing from his chest. "but that is a relief. i may have been a captain, but i never really liked doling out unnecessary punishments."

pulsing in your panties, you wondered what actions he considered catalyst for such corporal punishment and how soon you'd be able to pull it off. your gaze drifted over his chest, tight knit of his sweater stretching across the muscles he seemed to be maintaining well post-military career.

the clearing of his throat snapped your attention back to his face as he spoke again.

"however, that does bring me to another question." shifting his weight, he settled further into his seat on his desk, legs crossing at the ankle. "how long have you been a fan? because that little dialogue you wove into your project--which you'll need to resubmit by the way--was a little over a year old."

a bashful tingle danced along your cheekbones, fingers twitching in your lap as you fought the desire to cover your face.

it was one thing to be bold in your lust in the privacy of your apartment, but speaking to the man in which you were a lustful fan of, him questioning the depth of your desires, had you flaming from the inside out.

if it weren't for the blue flames blazing in his eyes, the slight but evident bulge forming in his dress pants, you would've felt alone in your interest.

"i might've found your page back during freshman year," you said.

"and you're a senior now?"

"yes," you breath out, voice carrying on the air softer than expected.

a hum vibrating between closed lips, the blond stood from his half-seated position, shoes sounding measured steps as he moved to stand behind where you sat. your eyes followed him until he was out of sight, your head unturned.

"and did i make you feel good?"

his question was unexpected, but your pussy clenched all the same, thick thighs rubbing together in an automatic search for succor. mutely, you nodded, head ducking slightly, demure in action.

"i can't hear you, doll." the rasp of his voice sounded in your ear, his warm breath curling around the shell of it. nose nuzzling the soft skin tucked behind the lobe, he continued to speak. "did your needy little pussy get wet at the sound of my voice?"

fuck, this man was going to ruin you. you already knew what his voice did to your through the audio distortion provided by today's current technology.

but to hear it in its truest and rawest form, a gruffer vibrato that his normal class lecture voice lacked, it only fueled the fires licking their way up your spine.

"yes," you answered honestly. there was no turning back now, no more hiding behind the anonymity of your a generic username and profile picture.

"mmm, i'm not gonna lie; i like hearing that i've been making you cum since before you've even met me."

he straightened up, the distance between you two giving you the space to let go of the breath you had been holding. the growing tension didn't so much as break as it did shift, given room to breathe like wine poured into a glass.

you changed a glance at him over your shoulder, plump bottom lip caught between your teeth as you drank in the new adjustments to his outfit he was making.

suit jacket tossed onto the spare chair, deft fingers unbuttoned and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt back, revealing a fine dusting of hair along his brawn forearms before traveling north as did your gaze.

a throaty chuckle drew your attention from the loosening of his navy tie to the smirk now playing on his lips. busted.

"enjoying the show?" feeling bold, you nodded, teeth dragging off your lip as your released it. "well that's too bad because i feel like i'm the one overdue for a performance."

"uh..." you turned back around in your seat, bashfulness tempering the steaming swirl of your sacral.

sensing your apprehension, professor rogers stepped close to you again, hands resting on your shoulders as he leaned in, voice back in your ear where you loved for it to be.

"don't go shy on me now. it's nothing you haven't done before. i'll even provide the soundtrack."

strong hand smoothed up and down your arms, the feeling of his lips pressing kisses against your clothed shoulder soothing the shyness into submission.

eyes locked on his traveling hands, your breathing hitched when they reached your thighs, soft cotton of your knee length skirt sliding sensually against your skin.

"don't you wanna be a good girl for me? a good girl for your professor?"

it seemed as if the moisture in your mouth had dried up, choosing the sweetness between your thighs as its new home. unable to form words, you nodded. the skirt paused, bunched in his grip from where it slid higher up your thighs.

"all my student speak up in class, don't they? unless you want me to spank that clit until you can remember how to use your words."

"yes, god yes." you confessed, hips swiveled and bucked against the cushion, searching for friction.

professor rogers' chuckle sounded in your ear, saturated with desire as he displayed amusement in your desperation.

"don't worry. i'll take care of ya. right after show and tell. you show me how you cream those pretty fingers of yours and i'll tell you exactly how good you look taking my dick."

the skirt pooled at your waist now, fingertips creating choreography on your bare skin. "now open these sexy legs for me, sweetheart."

as if they were his to control, your legs fell open, breathing becoming more labored as his hands made a seamless transition to your inner thighs.

"oh ho-ho, who knew you were such a teacher's pet?"

his fingers softly kneaded the muscles there, lightning current traveled the expanse of your body, limbs shivering as a wave of promised pleasure triggered your senses.

"show me you can be a good girl and touch yourself for me."

#as spoken by aj #fic love

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