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professor loki | loki laufeyson

Warnings : TeacherxStudent, Age-Gap, Oral (m receiving), Unprotected sex (Don't be a fool, cover your tool!), dirty talk.

Word Count : 2.6 K

"I've told you to call me Professor Loki." You stood at the door, breathing heavily as you saw him helping a girl. You were late to his class, again. How did you always manage to be late to the one class everyone would die to be in?

"May I come in...Professor Loki?" You questioned in a meek voice, diverting his attention towards you.

His eyes stared at your direction in the similar intimidating manner, a snicker leaving his lips as he left the girl's row, walking with slow yet dominant steps to face you.

"Oh, look who it is." He waved his hands towards you, a few of your classmates laughing heartily at your embarrassment. "Miss Y/N did decide to show up, after all."

"I'm sorry Professor I-"

"Leave that for later."

Before you had the chance to blurt out an excuse, he cut you off, waving a ruler to indicate you to get inside. Quickly scanning your eyes through the crowd, you searched for your friend Peter. He sat in one of the corners, directing a sympathetic look towards you. You shuffled your way towards him, sitting behind his desk as it was the only seat close to him left.

***

Ten minutes to go.

You counted seconds as you waited for the class to end. No, you didn't hate this particular class-given the view right in front of you-but today, you just didn't seem to be in the mood to study. Perhaps it was the scene created a while ago, or maybe the fact that he wasn't interacting with the students today. You bent forwards, whispering to Peter.

"I'm bored."

"Y/N!" He whisper yelled, turning around just enough to see you. "Concentrate."

"Mind sharing what is so urgent to be discussed?" You found Professor Loki turned around, looking between the two of you with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry Professor!" Being the teacher's pet he is, Peter quickly blurted out an apology, while you rolled your eyes.

As soon as his back turned towards the board, an idea formed into your head. Tearing a piece of paper on your notebook, you scribbled- 'Bet he has a dick as big as his attitude.' Tapping your finger on Peter's shoulder, you passed him the note. Within a second came back a reply 'Y/N?! He's your teacher!!!'Grinning to yourself, you took your time writing the next one- 'And? That can't help me from fantasizing about him, can it?'

You loved seeing Peter get flustered over such topics. Passing him the note, you waited as he quickly scribbled and gave you the note back - 'He's way older than you.' You shook your head at his innocence. There was no way something would actually happen between the Professor and yourself. You were just enjoying this at the moment. 'Have you noticed the way his veins pop out of his hands when he rolls his shirt's sleeves? Hottest. Thing. Ever.'

"That's enough for today, you may leave." You sighed, throwing the note at Peter before getting up from your seat, packing your books to leave. "Not you, Peter and Y/N. There's something I need to know." Peter quickly pushed the notes into his textbook, throwing it into his backpack. "No. Bring the textbook along. With the pieces of paper."

"I apologise, Professor." Peter practically ran towards him while you stood nervous of the fact that he might read the notes.

"Give me the notes and leave, Parker." Professor Loki hummed, making you gasp audibly.

"But he was sharing the-"

"I don't care what he was doing. I need you, Y/N." He cut you off, taking the notes from Peter as he left with an apologetic look followed by a shrug in your direction. "Close the door on your way out, Parker."

"Professor I-"

"Hush." He cut you off again. "Just take a seat."

You knew you were pretty much fucked now. Seeing no way out, you took a seat in front of his desk, throwing your bag on the next one noisily, diverting his attention from the notes that yet had to be opened.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, staring at your shoes.

"Pardon?" Your heart thudded as he opened the note, only looking away to hear your apology. "Couldn't hear you there."

"I said," You gritted your teeth. "I am sorry."

"I see." He hummed with a nod. "Well, I'll be reading these anyways."

"You don't have to!"

You stood up abruptly, ready to take away your obscene thoughts but he beat you to it. Placing a long, slender finger over your shoulder, he pushed you back on the chair as you sat down with a flop.

"I know I don't have to, sweetness." He cleared his throat. "But I will."

What could you even do? You winced as his eyes wandered through the scribbles, how his expressions changed with every turning piece of paper. Cheeks heating up, you focused your gaze at the floor as he completed reading the last note. You heard the sound of paper tearing followed by the thumping of footsteps as he went to throw the discarded paper pieces into the dustbin. Within a few seconds, you found a pair of shoes in front of you as he stood close.

"Look up." He ordered. How did he expect you to look up at him after he had read all those inappropriate thoughts? You focused on your shoes, rubbing your now sweaty hands over your skirt. "I told you to look up, Y/N. Do not make me repeat myself."

Cringing inwardly, you forced your chin up, staring at the ocean blue eyes, which weren't so blue at the moment but a shade almost pitch black, looking down at you with the same authority and something else...something more personal, but you couldn't explain what. Maybe you could, but you preferred to remain in denial. He was your teacher, after all.

"I don't even know if I want to hear an excuse from your side." Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair, then resting his hands over his hips while shifting his weight from one foot to another. "You come late to class for a week straight, your grades are doing you no good either. And then this?"

"Professor I'm-"

"Shut it." He cut you off. "Do you have any idea how wrong it is? You not only share notes during class but write out such inappropriate thoughts about your own teacher?"

"I understand, Professor." You looked back down, flattening invisible creases from your skirt.

"No, you don't." The tone he used made you look up. "If you understood, you wouldn't be writing this. Do you realise that those notes could get both of us in so much trouble?"

You noticed his shoes as he took a step forward. But there was something in his raspy voice that was different. He didn't sound like he meant it. It was as if he was scolding you for the mere reason of getting you embarrassed. The idea itself made you blush harder.

"I told you to look up, darling." He ordered sternly, your head turning up at the command. "Look at you, you're practically red, your face so flushed. How does it feel, Y/N?" His words turned into a hushed whisper. "How does it feel? Fantasizing about your teacher-about someone who is not just an authority figure, but years older than you?"

"I-erm..." What was left to say? You simply sat speechless with your head forced upwards, eyes trying not to meet his.

"Have you noticed the way his veins pop out of his hands when he rolls his shirt's sleeves?" He muttered your note in a mocking tone, then started rolling the damn sleeves up with a cocky smirk. "Oh, is that turning you on, Y/N? This simple act?" He pointed to his forearms. "These veins?"

Two could play a game.

"Yes, Sir." You breathed out heavily, your breath fanning your hair.

"Such a slut." He whispered, bending down to reach your height, eyes level with yours as he squinted slightly. He grabbed hold of your jaw not-so-gently, your breath hitching in your throat. "Don't you think you should be punished for such behaviour?"

Oh, boy.

"Yes, Sir." You nodded sternly. "I should be punished."

"Well, then." He straightened up, taking a few steps till his back hit the table. Leaning against it, he loosened his tie. You almost moaned at the sight. "How exactly should I punish you?" He hummed to himself. "I don't think giving errands to you would work. Detention, maybe? You would have to spend your time waiting back here while your friends would be out. I'll have to see to that, perhaps. I wouldn't mind spending time with you, to be honest. You might be a brat but you still remain to be some of my favorite students, after all. But then, I could also punish you right now, couldn't I?"

You knew exactly where this was going, and there was no going back once you started. But hadn't you always wished for this? Why would you hold back when your fantasies were finally unwinding before you? Before you could start questioning more of the situation and it's consequences, words that you would never regret left your mouth.

"Punish me then."

That was all he wanted to hear. Without a second thought, he more or less pounced over you. Grabbing you by your upper arms, he pushed you down to your feet. You tried to stiffle a moan as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers to reveal his hard-on, beads of pre-cum dripping from it's angry, red tip. Your teeth latched onto your lower lip to stop it from quivering.

"Take it off." He pointed at your white shirt. You obliged, unbottoning the shirt with shivering hands then throwing it to a corner, it's presence long forgotten. He pumped himself with a hand, groaning at the sight before him. Then, he pointed to your lace bra clad chest. "That too." Unclasping the bra, you threw it close to the shirt. Inhaling a sharp breath, you covered your chest, your nipples hardening at the cold. He walked to you, taking hold of your wrists and guiding them to your sides, giving him complete view of your torso. "So perfect. Now, how about we get to work, little one?"

Nodding, you tilted your head to look up. You licked a long strip along the shaft, a hiss escaping his lips at the contact. You continued with another long lick, massaging his balls with a palm. His hand found it's way to your head, tangling his fingers through your hair and pulling you closer, a command to stop teasing. You obliged, taking no time to wrap your lips around his head as a groan escaped his lips.

"Don't fucking tease." He pushed your head deeper, you hummed trying your best to take all you could down your throat, one hand cupping his balls while the other clutched onto his thigh for support. "Taking me like a cock hungry slut, aren't you?" He pushed further, fucking your mouth according to his desirable pace while you moaned around him, sending vibrations that did nothing but turn him on.

He pulled back with a 'pop', using your forearms to help you up to your feet. Even before you had gained balance on your feet, he picked you up, laying you down over his table. You inhaled sharply as the cool wood of the desk came in contact with your skin. He spread your legs apart with his ankles. Out of modesty, you clenched your thighs back together.

"Someone's shy all of a sudden." He mocked, raising your skirt above your waist, marveling at the view. "No panties? Of course, what more could I expect from you?" He lowered his head, planting his lips over yours, his hand on the back of your neck. "You'll be the death of me."

"P-please." You bucked your hips, dying for some friction. He chuckled, lowering his head to your neck, sucking and nipping, possibly leaving marks. Your hands raised to the nape of his neck as you ran your fingers through his long hair, occasionally tugging at the ends, making him growl against your collarbone.

"Please what, darling?"

The way he called you names, you could've cum right then and there.

"Please, Sir. I want y-" You had no time to finish off the sentence, your words drowning into a loud gasp as he filled you up completely, giving no time to adjust. "Oh, my God." Another gasp left your mouth as he pulled out slightly, thrusting back with a slow yet hard pace. He chuckled, cupping your face in order to nip at your earlobe.

He snapped his hips at a faster pace, making you feel pleasure you had never imagined to exist. Your hand lowered to the table, holding the table as your knuckles turned white while he used you. With a mewl, you wrapped your legs around him and bucked your hip upwards, giving him access to thrust deeper at a better angle. A noticeably loud moan left your lips when he hit that one special spot repeatedly.

"Quite there, dove." He whispered. "Don't want anyone to hear you getting fucked by your Professor, do we?"

You shook your head, unable to muster the courage to speak up sensible words as his thrusts turned quicker and deeper. A smack over the bundle of your nerves surprised the life out of you, sending vibrations through your entire body. He looked down with narrowed eyes, expecting an answer.

"N-no, Sir."

"Good girl." He smirked, gripping your hips in an almost bruising hold making tears of both pain and pleasure brim into your eyes.

Almost involuntarily, your fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as you felt the familiar coil tightening in your lower abdomen, dying for a release. As he looked down and noticed your fingers working their way to pleasure yourself, he smacked your hand back with a groan.

"Don't fucking touch what's not yours." His calloused fingers replaced yours, rubbing and pinching at the pearl with a faster pace. You gripped his wrist, biting your lower lip at the point of bleeding in order to hide your moans. All you waited for was that one permission-that one order which would let you come undone for him.

"I-I'm going to-"

You gasped as he pounded at an almost merciless pace while toying with your clit, knowing what magic his hands did to you. He bent his head to look down, growling as he noticed the way you took all of him, milking every last inch, the mere sight enough to bring him close to his release.

"Be a good girl and cum for me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, you let out a silent cry, throwing your head over his shoulder as you finally felt waves of pleasure washing all over your body, your eyes blinded by white spots. Feeling your walls tighter around him, he nipped at your collarbone to bite back his groan as he spilled his thick, warm seed inside you.

It took a few seconds for the two of you to come back from your high, breathing heavily with his sweat-covered head lying on your chest, your body almost limp. It was pretty obvious that if it hadn't been his arm wrapped around your waist, you'd be falling on the table in a puddle.

"So," You mumbled with a blush. "what now?"

"See you in detention."

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