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PEDRO PASCAL as REED RICHARDS Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025)

[joelsrose]

Dark Matter

i haven't written reed before but here we go! i hope yall enjoy xx

warnings: fingering, age gap? (reader is mid 20's), cheating (sorry sue), power-dynamic, semi-public

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You walked into the lab the same way you always did—quietly, carefully, your notebook hugged to your chest like a shield, pages dog-eared and smudged with graphite, filled with half-solved equations, theoretical scribbles, and tiny margin doodles of molecules and stars.

The click of your heeled boots echoed off the cold, polished floor, a sound that somehow felt too loud in the stillness of the room. The air inside was always a little too cold, like the whole space was suspended in a vacuum—untouched by the warmth of human hands—but you liked it that way. It made you feel sharp, focused. Like anything could happen here. Like everything already had.

It had been exactly seven days since you started your internship under Mr. Richards—or Reed, as he’d insisted you call him on the very first day, his tone polite but firm, eyes flickering to yours with something unreadable when you stammered out “Dr. Richards” instead. The man was brilliant. Obviously. He was also deeply intimidating in the way only truly intelligent people could be—effortlessly so, like he didn’t notice the way the rest of the world bent around his mind.

He wasn’t cruel, not at all, but there was something about him that made your pulse skip whenever he turned to you with a question, something about the way he spoke in low, thoughtful tones, his hands always busy with some piece of machinery or scribbling formulas on the glass board like his thoughts couldn’t be contained by paper.

You’d been selected from a pool of thousands—won the LUMINA International Science Initiative, a fellowship that granted a single spot, once a year, to shadow one of the world’s leading innovators.

You never expected to get it. You’d submitted your proposal last-minute, half-convinced it was too ambitious, too naive. But something about it must’ve caught their attention—maybe your hypothesis on temporal field distortions, maybe the way you phrased it like a love letter to curiosity itself. Either way, it landed you here, standing just inside the threshold of the Baxter Building’s most secured lab, wearing your best skirt and your favorite boots, heart thudding in your chest like a metronome gone mad.

You adjusted your grip on your notebook and cleared your throat softly, the sound swallowed by the lab’s cavernous quiet. “Morning,” you offered, voice smaller than you meant, eyes sweeping the room for him—half-hoping he wasn’t here yet, half-hoping he was.

From behind one of the massive monitors, you heard the gentle clink of metal, followed by a low voice.

“You’re early.”

You turned and there he was, sleeves rolled to his forearms, collarbone peeking where his lab coat had come undone. His hair was tousled, like he’d been up for hours already, running his hands through it between equations. There was graphite smudged on his wrist, and a faint streak of oil down one thumb, and somehow that made him look even more untouchable. He glanced over his shoulder at you, then down at your notebook.

“More scribbles?” he asked, one corner of his mouth lifting—not quite a smile, but close enough to make your chest flutter.

You nodded, holding it out. “A few questions from last night. I kept thinking about the energy dispersion curve in the 5-D field model, and—well. It didn’t make sense that it plateaued. Not at those values.”

He took the notebook, flipping through the pages like he was reading a novel written in his own handwriting, then looked up at you with a sliver of something warmer in his gaze.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I think you might be the first person to ever challenge that curve. Everyone else just accepted it.”

You blinked. “Oh. I—didn’t mean to be... disrespectful or anything.”

“You weren’t.” He looked back at the page, his brow furrowing like he was genuinely considering your notes. “You’re just... asking the right questions.”

And the way he said that—asking the right questions—it made your cheeks heat, made your fingers tighten around the strap of your bag like you were suddenly fifteen again, flustered and awkward and unsure of what to say next, even though you were here because you belonged here, even though you were brilliant in your own quiet way.

He glanced at you again, slower this time, eyes scanning your face like he was watching a theory unfold in real time, and said, “Let’s run it. See if you’re right.” Just like that, like it was nothing, like it didn’t mean the world.

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Hours passed, though you barely noticed them. What started as a single equation quickly unraveled into an entire evening of hypotheses and recalibrations, the two of you moving around each other in this strange, quiet rhythm—typing, adjusting, scribbling, calculating, retrying, failing, fixing, retrying again.

The room had fallen into that kind of sacred stillness where every noise felt sharper—the whir of machines, the scratch of pencils, the occasional creak of the stool beneath you. Every time a result came back wrong, you’d lean in beside him and try again. Every time it came back right, your shoulders would touch, just barely, and you’d both say nothing.

And then it happened again—casual, effortless—Reed stretched.

This time, to grab his phone from across the room without moving from his chair, his arm extending impossibly far and elegant, fingers curling around the device with that same practiced ease, like it was just another part of his body responding to his mind. You watched it happen with that same quiet awe you always did, eyes following the length of his arm as it retracted, as he settled back into himself like it hadn’t been strange at all, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It wasn’t even the stretch itself, not really—it was the nonchalance, the way he didn’t even think about it. But you did. You thought about it too much.

You were still thinking about it when he glanced at his screen, a quiet frown flickering across his face.

“It’s eight already,” he murmured, thumbing through a text. “We’ve been here all day.”

You blinked, surprised by the time, and then watched as his expression shifted—something soft and faintly guilty tugging at the edge of his mouth as he read whatever had been sent to him.

“Sue made dinner,” he said after a beat, sighing, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand like he hadn’t sat down for a proper meal in days. “Guess I should…”

He trailed off as he stood, the chair sliding back with a scrape, and something in your chest twisted—tight and unexpected. Not sharp enough to hurt, but deep enough to notice.

You weren’t sure if it was jealousy, exactly, but there was something inside you that ached a little at the thought of him leaving. At the thought of him sitting across from someone else, in a warm apartment somewhere above the city, eating food someone else had made for him, laughing over things that had nothing to do with lab results or radiation curves or the way your hands always trembled just slightly when he got too close.

You didn’t realize you were staring until he glanced back at you with one brow arched, curious, amused, his coat slung half over his arm and a faint smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth.

“Something wrong?” he asked, voice low and too steady, like he already knew the answer but wanted to hear you say it.

“No,” you said quickly, too quickly, the word tripping over itself on your tongue. “No, nothing.”

He looked at you for a long second, long enough that your skin prickled under the weight of it, his eyes steady and a little too knowing, like he could see past your flustered expression and straight into the chaos of your thoughts. Then—he chuckled, soft and brief, like the sound had slipped out before he could stop it, low and warm and close enough to make your pulse stutter.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly, not in disapproval, but something more bemused—like he found you endlessly curious and had all the time in the world to figure you out.

You ducked your head, the heat rising in your cheeks again, blooming in a flush that you tried to suppress with a tight little smile, your fingers worrying the corner of your notebook as though it could ground you, steady you, hide the fact that your heart was now pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears.

Then his voice came again, low and coaxing, that soft velvet drawl of someone deeply used to being the smartest man in the room—“Come on,” he said, “what’s going on in that brilliant mind?”

And you should’ve lied. You should’ve laughed it off, said something safe, something neutral, something clever and unassuming and appropriately scientific. But your brain had been wandering all week—had been drifting there over and over again, uninvited, unwelcome, inappropriate, gnawing at the edges of your curiosity in the quiet moments between experiments.

You’d tried not to think about it, tried not to let your gaze linger when he stretched, tried not to imagine what else could stretch, how far, how much, how deeply.

And somehow—somehow—it slipped out of your mouth before your brain had a chance to intercept it, just a whisper of a thought spoken aloud, soft and breathless and too curious to be innocent.

“Does everything stretch?”

The silence that followed was instant and absolute.

You heard it in the way the machines kept humming but your breath caught.

You felt it in the way Reed’s eyes snapped to yours, too quickly, like he wasn’t expecting that.

And you saw it—oh, you saw it—in the way he froze, the way the lines at the corners of his mouth shifted, lips parting slightly like he was about to speak but couldn’t quite remember how.

Your eyes widened almost immediately, your whole body locking in mortified horror, hands flying up to your face as if that could undo what you’d just said, as if that could pull the words back into your throat and shove them into the void where they belonged.

“Oh my God—I didn’t—I didn’t mean it like that, I swear—I swear, it was just—I was talking about your arm, I mean your body—not your—oh God, not your body body, I meant your abilities, like biologically—scientifically—I’m so sorry—”

You were rambling now, barely breathing between the words, voice growing higher and faster with every sentence, and he was still just looking at you, still absolutely silent, like you’d short-circuited him and he was trying not to let it show. His expression hadn’t changed much—but his eyes were different now, darker maybe, or maybe just sharper, like a wire had pulled taut somewhere beneath his usually-calm exterior.

Then—finally—he blinked.

And his mouth twitched.

Not a smirk. Not quite. But close. Very, very close.

“Everything?” he echoed softly, voice rough around the edges like it had dropped an octave without permission.

You wanted to melt through the floor.

“Forget I said anything,” you mumbled, practically squeaked, your hands halfway up your face now, notebook clutched uselessly against your chest like a shield made of paper and shame.

But he didn’t laugh. He didn’t tease. He just looked at you for another long moment, like he was tucking the question away in some private drawer of his mind, like he was considering it—you—carefully.

And then he said, his voice quiet and unreadable. “Some things stretch more than others.”

He said it with the same offhand ease he might’ve used to mention the weather or the results of an equation, as if the words weren’t heavy with meaning, as if they didn’t land like a struck tuning fork in the center of your chest and hum there, low and electric. And then—just like that—he glanced at the time again, slipped his phone into the inside pocket of his coat, his fingers moving with quiet efficiency, and looked toward the door without even a flicker of hesitation in his expression.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, voice smooth and calm, like it had all been nothing—your question, his answer, the unbearable silence that followed—like he hadn’t just reduced you to a trembling, wide-eyed mess with five words and a look you couldn’t quite decipher.

And then he turned and walked out, his footsteps steady and unhurried, as though the entire moment hadn’t happened, as though he hadn’t noticed the way your breath had caught or your lips had parted slightly or the way your fingers had curled around your notebook like you were holding onto it for dear life. The door eased shut behind him with a soft, final click, and the silence that followed felt far too loud, as if the air itself had been holding its breath and now didn’t know what to do with the tension left behind.

You stood there for a moment, completely still, eyes fixed on the door like he might come back—might say something, might clarify or laugh or admit that yes, that had been what you thought it was, that you weren’t imagining the way his gaze had sharpened, the subtle shift in his voice, the pause before he’d answered like he was trying to decide how honest he wanted to be.

But the door stayed shut. The lab was quiet. And your face was burning.

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The next morning, you thought about quitting.

No—worse—you thought about being removed, escorted out of the lab with quiet, professional shame, the faculty committee shaking their heads at the girl who couldn’t keep her thoughts scientific. You’d spent the entire night twisted in sheets and mortification, staring at the ceiling of your tiny dorm room with cheeks that wouldn’t stop burning and hands that kept curling into fists against your pillow, your mind looping the same sentence over and over like a taunt.

Does everything stretch?

It had sounded so much worse in hindsight. In your head, it was a purely biological question—curiosity, theoretical, relevant. But the moment it left your lips, soft and shy and tilted with unintended suggestion, you’d felt the way it landed. The way his eyes had flickered. The way his voice had dropped just a hair lower. The way he’d looked at you after.

And then he walked out like it was nothing.

Which somehow made it worse.

So when you walked into the lab that morning, notebook clutched to your chest like a shield, heart crawling up the back of your throat with every step, you were fully prepared for disaster—for tension, awkwardness, maybe even polite dismissal. But he was already there, of course he was—leaning over one of the central consoles with his sleeves rolled, hair still rumpled from sleep, lips pursed slightly in thought as he ran through some new readout, a mug half-full of black coffee resting near his elbow.

And when he glanced up at you?

Everything was... fine.

He offered you a brief, familiar nod, the same one he always did, and then gestured to a screen without so much as a hint of discomfort, as if the night before had been a dream, as if you hadn’t asked the most humiliating question of your life and then spiraled into a dimension of shame he probably discovered himself.

You blinked, stunned by the ease of it, by the way he moved through the morning without even a trace of tension, without a single flinch. It was—professional. Cordial. Kind.

And strangely, that grounded you.

The day unfolded slowly, then steadily—small victories, clarified hypotheses, new data sets—and your body slowly began to relax into the rhythm you’d started to love, the silent teamwork of minds that trusted each other. And even though he hadn’t said anything beyond the work, even though the stretch of time passed with nothing but research and updates, you caught yourself looking again—watching the way his hands moved, the way he’d lean into the screen, the way he thought so deeply with his whole body, and the way you were beginning to understand him in ways that had nothing to do with science.

It wasn’t until late afternoon, when the sun outside had dipped low enough to cast long gold shadows across the lab floor, that he finally spoke without referencing an equation.

“Sue was asking about you,” he said casually, eyes still on his screen, voice calm as if he didn’t know he’d just sent your stomach tumbling.

You blinked, startled. “Oh?”

He nodded once, the motion subtle. “Think I’ve been talking too much about how smart you are.”

Your breath caught in your throat and then returned all at once in a rush of heat to your face. You looked away, your lips parting slightly as your blush bloomed across your cheeks, creeping down your neck, the words lingering like sunlight on your skin.

“She wants to meet you,” he continued, finally glancing over at you with that steady, unreadable gaze that always made you feel a little exposed, a little unsteady.

“Really?” you asked, blinking up at him, your voice too soft, too unsure. “I—I mean, I’d be honored.”

He chuckled, quiet and amused, and God, it made your heart stutter.

“Tonight?” he asked, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Your lips parted again. “Tonight?” you echoed, because your brain was clearly still catching up.

He tilted his head, expression flickering with something close to amusement. “Unless you’re busy,” he said smoothly. “Or unless you were planning on camping out here all night again, trying to crack the wavefield inversion curve without sleeping or eating—because that does sound like you.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself, the sound escaping like a sigh, soft and a little breathless, and he smiled—genuine and rare, the kind that made your knees feel unsteady and your chest warm.

You shook your head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly too shy to meet his eyes. “No,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not busy.”

“Good,” he said, his smile deepening just slightly. “I’ll see you for dinner then.”

And with that, he turned back to his screen, the moment slipping away like mist, but the warmth of it stayed, curling low and steady in your chest.

You were going to dinner. With Reed Richards. And Sue Storm.

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The Baxter Building stood tall and impossible in the heart of the city, its sleek, glinting frame catching the last of the golden evening light like it had been plucked from some distant future and set gently down in Manhattan.

The security in the lobby had let you through without question, as if they’d been expecting you, as if your name already belonged in the same breath as Reed Richards and Sue Storm, and that thought alone made your stomach twist with something between awe and panic as you stepped into the elevator.

It was silent inside—sterile and smooth, the walls a brushed metal that reflected the softest version of your silhouette back at you, almost dreamlike. You stared at your reflection for a moment, adjusting the bottle of wine you held with both hands, the paper bag crinkling slightly beneath your fingertips.

You’d picked it up on the way here after spending a full thirty minutes in the wine shop pretending to know what pairs with intellectual dinner parties hosted by superheroes. You smoothed the front of your dress—a soft, modest thing that you’d chosen carefully, something that felt like you, but maybe a little prettier, a little more delicate than usual, your lips painted just faintly, enough to make you feel like you were trying without looking like you were trying.

You exhaled slowly, barely noticing the way the elevator glided up without a sound, your heartbeat louder than anything around you. Your thoughts raced, of course they did—what if it was too much? What if you shouldn’t have come? What if he hadn’t meant it the way it sounded, that subtle curve of his voice when he said see you at dinner, the glint in his eye, the way his attention had lingered for just a moment too long?

The elevator chimed softly.

The doors opened.

And then— There he was.

Reed stood just inside the threshold, one hand braced casually on the edge of the doorway, the other slipping his phone into his back pocket like he’d only just finished checking something, his sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, collarbone peeking slightly where his top button had been left undone, no tie, no lab coat—just a simple, perfectly tailored shirt that made your brain stutter for half a beat.

His hair was slightly tousled, like he’d run his fingers through it absentmindedly more than once, and there was a tiny streak of ink or maybe graphite on his knuckle that hadn’t been washed off completely.

It was Reed, but not the version of him you’d grown used to seeing in the lab, not the hyper-focused, brilliant blur of intellect you worked beside every day—this Reed looked like he’d been waiting. For you.

His eyes moved over you slowly—once, all the way down and back up again, not rushed, not obvious, but deliberate enough that you felt it everywhere, like heat pressing into the skin of your chest and the backs of your knees, your fingers tightening instinctively around the bottle you were holding.

He didn’t say anything at first, just quirked the corner of his mouth into something halfway between a smirk and a smile, soft but amused, his gaze still lingering just a little too long.

“You clean up well,” he said finally, voice lower than usual, not teasing exactly—more like he was confessing something he hadn’t meant to say aloud.

Your mouth parted slightly, but your voice caught, and when you finally managed to speak, it came out soft and a little breathless. “I—brought wine.”

He glanced down at the bottle, then back at you, his smile deepening just enough to make your heart skip. “Dangerously overqualified,” he murmured, stepping back to let you in. “Smart and thoughtful. Sue’s going to love you.”

You stepped past him into the apartment, the warmth of the space wrapping around you instantly, the scent of dinner and city lights and him curling at the edge of your senses, and even as you tried to focus on your breathing, on your posture, on not tripping in your kitten heels, you could still feel the echo of his eyes on your skin, like he hadn’t really stopped looking.

The apartment unfolded around you like a page in some impossibly curated design magazine, only softer, warmer, more lived-in than anything artificial—clean, modern lines met rich textures, brushed steel softened by warm walnut floors and deep navy accents that glowed golden under the cascade of low, amber-hued lighting.

One entire wall was glass, and beyond it, the Manhattan skyline burned softly against the horizon, city lights just starting to glitter like distant stars, and even the air inside smelled expensive and comforting—like slow-cooked herbs and something faintly sweet.

You were still catching your breath, still clutching the wine like a lifeline, when you heard a voice float in from down the hall—clear, warm, and unmistakably female.

“There she is.”

Sue Storm walked into view like she had been sculpted from light itself—tall and impossibly graceful, wrapped in soft neutral fabrics that draped just right, her golden hair falling in loose waves that framed her face perfectly, her eyes a crystalline blue that held a kind of sharpness you immediately respected.

She was breathtaking, in that way women are when they know who they are, and the moment she looked at you, her whole expression softened with something kind and curious and real.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said with a small smile, her voice smooth like honey stirred into tea, her gaze never once breaking from yours.

“Hi,” you breathed, the word escaping before you could shape it into anything more eloquent. “It’s such an honor to meet you.”

She waved you off with a flick of her manicured fingers, as if the formality embarrassed her. “Please,” she said with a light laugh, stepping closer. “The way my husband talks about you? I’m the one who’s honored.”

And you blushed so hard you felt it in your ears, your whole body warming beneath the soft light, fingers tightening just slightly around the neck of the bottle as you dipped your head in modest disbelief, not quite sure if you should laugh or hide.

Reed, who had stepped away to adjust the music or maybe just give you a moment, said nothing, but you felt the weight of his glance again—the quiet satisfaction in the corners of his mouth like this was exactly what he wanted: you here, now, nervous but luminous, admired and welcomed.

“Come in,” Sue insisted gently, her hand brushing your arm in a way that grounded you immediately. “Dinner’s almost ready. I made way too much food—he said you don’t eat much, but I never trust him when he says that. He’s never once finished a plate himself.”

You smiled, heart still beating a little too fast, and followed her deeper into the space, the sound of your shoes soft against the hardwood, the city glowing quietly beyond the windows as if watching you take your first steps into something bigger than an internship—something warmer, more dangerous, and far more personal.

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Dinner was lovely—elegant but warm, the kind of meal that felt intimate without trying, served at a long polished table that glowed honey-gold under the overhead lights, the city sparkling just beyond the glass like a living mural.

You sat across from them, Reed to your left, Sue across from you, and despite the tight coil of nerves you’d carried into the evening, it was… comfortable.

Sue had a way of making you feel like you belonged, like you weren’t just a guest in the home of two of the most brilliant minds on the planet, but someone worth sitting at their table, someone they genuinely wanted to know.

You found yourself watching them more than you meant to—Sue leaning toward him with quiet laughter, Reed murmuring something back without looking up from his wine glass, the two of them moving in the kind of rhythm that only came from years of intimacy and quiet understanding. And still, as you watched them, something bloomed low and warm in your stomach—not jealousy, exactly, but a kind of quiet ache, a fascination that hummed beneath your skin, a longing that had less to do with their relationship and more to do with him.

You were still chasing the thread of that thought when Sue turned to you again, eyes bright with interest.

“So,” she said, “how did you get interested in all of this?”

You blinked, startled out of your reverie, and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear with a shy smile. “Well,” you began softly, glancing down at your plate before meeting her gaze again, “ever since I was a kid, I just… I always wanted to understand how the world worked. The math, the movement, the rules. I remember watching the stars and thinking—that’s what I want to learn. That’s what I want to be part of.”

Sue offered you a warm smile, nodding in that gentle, encouraging way that made you feel like your words mattered, like they weren’t small or naïve or too eager. “Well,” she said, “it’s always nice seeing young people interested in this kind of work—especially a fellow…” she paused, grinning as she reached for her glass, “…girl genius.”

You laughed softly, cheeks warm, about to reply with something awkward and grateful and probably too modest—when it happened.

You felt it.

Unmistakable.

A hand. Large, warm, and undeniably real, sliding gently across your thigh under the table.

Your heart stopped. Your breath caught somewhere high in your chest, your eyes flickering toward Reed so quickly you barely caught Sue sipping her wine across from you. But he didn’t look at you—not exactly. His gaze remained calm and forward, his profile composed and entirely unreadable as he took a slow sip of his wine and then glanced up at Sue, his hand still resting firmly on your leg.

“She’s brilliant,” he said casually, his voice smooth and even, like he was commenting on the weather, like he wasn’t currently touching you from across the table while sitting next to his wife.

You sat frozen, pulse thundering in your ears, body rigid but electrified, your fingers tightening ever so slightly around the stem of your glass as you tried to focus, to breathe, to not move.

“She corrected me the other day about a flux equation I wrote in ’04,” he continued, eyes finally drifting to meet yours—and holding there, steady and direct, a silent dare written behind his calm expression. “She was right, too.”

Sue laughed, clearly delighted. “Good. God knows someone needs to keep you in check.”

You could barely hear her. Could barely focus on anything except the heat of Reed’s hand, the way it pressed gently into the top of your thigh, just enough to let you know it was real, just enough to make your stomach twist with something hot and shivery and shamefully thrilling.

And then—his hand moved.

Not in that subtle, polite way you might’ve been able to ignore or convince yourself had been some kind of misunderstanding, not a graze or a twitch or something incidental—but deliberate, slow, intentional, his palm sliding higher, slipping beneath the hem of your dress in a single fluid motion that felt so impossibly confident it made your entire body lock up at once.

The heat of his skin against your thigh stole the breath from your lungs, and when his fingers skimmed the delicate edge of your underwear, just barely brushing the fabric, you felt your heart climb straight into your throat and stay there.

You almost choked on your wine.

The glass halted halfway to your lips, your hands trembling just enough for the crystal to click against your teeth, and you let out a strange, stifled sound—half gasp, half cough—your eyes wide, your posture going ramrod straight as you struggled to swallow the panic and arousal crawling up your spine in tandem.

“You alright?” Sue asked gently, glancing up from her plate with concern etched between her brows, the picture of warmth and kindness and everything undeserving of what was happening beneath her dinner table.

“Yes,” you stammered, too quickly, the syllable snapping out of your mouth like it had been fired from a slingshot, your cheeks flushed a deep, telltale red as you nodded a little too hard. “I’m fine. Just—went down the wrong way.”

Across from you, Reed glanced up from his glass at the sound of your voice, his expression calm—no, worse than calm—amused, like he was enjoying watching you fall apart in real time, like he was studying the way you squirmed and flushed and fidgeted with quiet, academic satisfaction. His fingers moved—barely a shift, just enough to press the pad of his thumb along the inside of your thigh, skimming the thin lace of your panties with a featherlight drag that made your vision blur for a moment, your teeth sinking into the inside of your cheek to stop a sound from escaping.

Sue kept talking, mercifully, unaware of the silent war happening beneath the table, and you tried to nod along, tried to pretend you were still following the story she was telling about something at the foundation gala last week, but Reed’s hand was still moving—so slowly, so wickedly gentle, fingers drifting along the edge of the fabric like he was memorizing it, teasing it, learning every soft line of you with nothing more than a ghost of touch and that insufferable, unreadable look in his eyes.

You were blushing so fiercely now you were sure it had reached your chest, heat blooming down your neck like a fever, your knees squeezing together reflexively beneath the table as your breathing turned shallow, chest rising and falling in a way that did not feel casual anymore.

“Are you hot, honey?” Sue asked suddenly, concern returning to her voice, her eyes flickering to your cheeks. “A house full of so-called geniuses and we still haven’t figured out how to fix the aircon properly. I’ll be back—I’ll check the thermostat.”

And before you could answer—before you could find any response at all—she stood, placing her napkin neatly beside her plate and disappearing down the hall with a rustle of fabric and the click of her heels.

The door hadn’t even shut all the way before Reed finally spoke, low and calm and just for you, his fingers still resting against the soft, soaked curve of you beneath your panties.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, voice a dark, honey-dipped whisper that sent shivers straight through your bones. “Don’t stop now.”

“Reed—” you stammered, your voice cracking under the strain of your own name trembling on your lips, barely more than a whisper, a breath caught halfway between panic and disbelief, your thighs squeezing together out of instinct, out of desperation, out of need you didn’t yet know how to name. “What are you—”

He didn’t lean in.

He didn’t move closer.

He didn’t even blink.

He simply sat there, on the opposite side of the table, one elbow resting near his wine glass, the other arm subtly stretched beneath the surface like a quiet secret unraveling in the dark, and his voice, when it came, was soft and low and steady.

“Tell me to stop.”

And as he said it—calm, impossible, infuriatingly composed—you felt it: the cool air against your skin, your panties slipping down your thighs with a slow, torturous grace, peeled away by a hand that wasn’t even near you, stretched from across the table, precise and gentle and unspeakably brazen. The fabric caught just slightly at your knees before his fingers nudged it past, and you sat there frozen, wide-eyed, red-faced, with your dress pooled neatly over your lap and nothing beneath it now but heat and humiliation and the thundering pulse between your legs.

“Reed—” you breathed again, barely able to shape the word, and his gaze met yours in that maddening, quiet way—no urgency, no shame, only that still, measured calm that made your insides tremble, as if he was watching a reaction unfold under glass.

And then—

Sue's heels clicked softly on the polished floor as she entered the room again, moving with that effortless, elegant grace as she crossed behind you and returned to her seat.

“That should fix it,” she said lightly as she sat, her smile warm and unbothered, her tone casual as if nothing had changed in the few moments she’d been gone.

You turned toward her, your face flaming, your smile shaky and paper-thin as you tried to find your voice again, tried to stitch together whatever pieces of yourself hadn’t yet dissolved under Reed’s hand, which now rested high on your bare thigh like it belonged there.

“Thank you,” you managed softly, the words nearly catching on the breath that refused to sit still in your chest, and somehow, impossibly, you held her gaze.

And across from you, Reed Richards—calm, brilliant, monstrous in his control—simply took another sip of wine.

You tried to focus, truly you did—on Sue, on her words, on the soft clinking of silverware and the gentle thrum of jazz somewhere in the background—but all of it became nothing more than a blur of light and noise the moment his fingers moved again, slow and purposeful, the stretch of his arm impossibly seamless beneath the table, as if he could command every tendon, every muscle, with surgical precision.

He didn’t even shift in his seat, didn’t look down, didn’t so much as twitch, and yet—you felt him, truly felt him now, his fingers slipping between your thighs with exquisite control, brushing over your bare, trembling core with a deliberate slowness that made you forget how to hold your breath steady.

And then—he pushed.

Just one finger at first, and it was too much, because it was him, because it was stretched impossibly long and thick, curling up with inhuman ease, reaching deeper than anyone had ever dared, pressing into you like he already knew exactly where to go, what you needed, like he’d studied your anatomy and had all the answers memorized.

Your thighs tightened automatically, knees trembling under the weight of holding in a sound you very nearly let out, and your hands clenched into your lap, the wine glass beside you forgotten, your whole body alight with the unbearable tension of being touched like this—open, pulsing, absolutely undone—and doing nothing about it.

And then—

“Why don’t you explain to Sue what we went over the other day,” Reed said smoothly, as if he hadn’t just buried his finger inside you under the dinner table, as if he wasn’t slowly crooking it up to find that sweet, aching spot that made your stomach twist and your eyes nearly flutter shut.

You froze.

“What?” you whispered, blinking at him.

He offered a slight tilt of his head, his eyes resting on yours with a look of calm expectation—amusement, even—and then shifted his gaze to Sue, who was looking at you with the kindest, most open smile, entirely oblivious.

“The resonance collapse formula,” Reed said helpfully, voice steady. “She corrected one of my assumptions about it earlier this week. She’s sharper than she lets on.”

He curled his finger again.

And it took everything in you not to cry out.

You blinked rapidly, your lips parting around a breath that wasn’t quite a word, trying to remember the theory, the math, the basic principles of language, but all you could feel was the stretch inside you, the thick, gentle press of him moving in slow, unrelenting circles, coaxing you open without haste, without apology, without shame.

“I—” you started, your voice embarrassingly thin, “we—uh, we talked about—about the resonance curve failing at the threshold of—”

He added a second finger.

Your breath caught so hard you coughed, the burn of it tight in your chest, and you reached for your water like it might ground you, like the coolness of the glass could balance out the unbearable heat pulsing between your legs.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Sue asked again, concerned.

You forced a smile, shaking your head quickly, eyes wet with the effort to look normal, to act normal, when Reed’s fingers were pushing deeper now, stretching you in a way that was obscene, careful, perfect, and somehow managing to keep the rhythm slow and steady, barely moving, just enough to make you drip helplessly onto his knuckles under the table while you tried to describe a physics principle with your body unraveling second by second.

“I’m okay,” you managed to whisper, voice too soft, too high.

Reed’s thumb brushed upward. You jolted. He smiled—just slightly.

“You were saying?” he asked gently.

You wanted to cry. Or scream. Or crawl under the table and never come out.

Instead, you looked up, cheeks flushed, throat tight, and murmured, “We adjusted the decay rate curve based on the harmonic threshold failing beyond point-six-three, and—and recalibrated the control conditions to reflect a more dynamic waveform—”

His fingers pressed up, deep, and you gasped—but you made it sound like awe, like wonder.

Sue beamed at you. “That’s amazing.”

You blinked, barely nodding, and Reed—still untouched himself, still seated like a man entirely at ease—just gave you the faintest smile across the table, like he was proud of you. Like you had passed some unspeakable test.

You weren’t sure when it changed—when Reed’s fingers, once so slow and exploratory, shifted their rhythm, no longer teasing but deliberate, their movement suddenly quickening beneath the tablecloth, each stroke firmer, deeper, more precise, curling up into that one devastating place inside you with the kind of methodical expertise that only a man like him could possess.

His thumb pressed again and again against your swollen clit in quiet, unrelenting circles, and it was obscene, unbelievably obscene, because he was still sitting across from you, back straight, shoulders calm, expression thoughtful and polite as Sue continued her story—talking about an ambassador, or a charity gala, or maybe a speech she gave—and you couldn’t hear a single word of it.

Because you were about to come.

Right there. At their dinner table.

Your thighs were trembling beneath the fabric of your dress, your body pulled taut like a string about to snap, nerves alight and burning in every limb, and you could feel it rising, fast and hot, building in your belly like a storm, spreading up through your spine with every practiced motion of his hand—stretched from across the table, long and dexterous and hidden beneath the soft, quiet clink of silverware.

You were soaked, dripping, pulsing around his fingers, and he knew. Of course he knew. He could feel every flutter, every desperate little squeeze your body gave him, and when he looked at you—really looked at you—his eyes burned with a satisfaction so soft it felt like praise.

You tried to hold it back. God, you tried. Your nails dug into the fabric of your skirt, your breathing shallow and uneven, your lashes fluttering as you ducked your head and bit into the back of your hand, trying to hide the sound, trying to bury the moan that threatened to rip itself from your throat. You were right on the edge, hovering there, helpless, when—

DING!

The sound of the oven’s timer rang out sharply through the kitchen, perfectly, cruelly timed—at the exact second you broke apart, your body shuddering around his fingers as the climax hit you so hard and fast you saw stars behind your eyes. You muffled the moan with your hand, trembling violently in your chair as you faked a cough so sharp it made Sue look up, concerned, just as she was standing to go check the dessert.

“Poor thing,” she said sweetly, already halfway out of the room, completely unaware of what had just happened right beneath her nose. “Let me go grab the cobbler—Reed, didn’t I tell you to turn on the vent fan for the oven? It smells like caramelized sugar in here.”

You barely managed to nod, your breath still stuttering in your chest, the taste of your own bitten-down moan lingering in your mouth like smoke, your vision wet and dizzy as you tried to collect yourself—but it was impossible, completely impossible, because Reed was still watching you, still calm, still composed, still seated like nothing had happened at all, as though his fingers hadn’t just coaxed your orgasm from you with the kind of precision that only a man with endless patience and supernatural reach could possess.

And then—he moved.

His hand, the one he had just pulled back from beneath your dress, rose slowly from beneath the table, casual, unhurried, and with the sort of smooth detachment that made your blood run hot all over again. You watched—helpless, horrified, entranced—as he brought his fingers to his mouth, his expression unreadable but his gaze never leaving yours, and then—

He licked them.

Just the tips. Just a quiet, deliberate motion—his tongue flicking out to drag across the pads of his fingers with unbearable slowness, like a man tasting something rare and sacred, like someone who savored knowledge, savored reactions, savored you—and your breath caught so hard it made your throat ache, your hands clenched in your lap, body still trembling beneath the table.

And that was the exact moment Sue walked back in.

The tray in her hands held a golden, bubbling dish still steaming at the edges, a pitcher of vanilla sauce tucked beside it, and she moved with the same easy grace she always had, placing the dish gently in the center of the table as the scent of caramelized fruit and butter filled the space.

“Was the sauce that good?” she asked with a light laugh, glancing over just in time to see her husband finishing his little motion, his fingers slipping from his mouth like it was nothing at all. “You just licked your fingers like you hadn’t eaten in days.”

Your entire body tensed.

Reed—calm, collected, horrifyingly composed—didn’t blink. He didn’t flinch. He simply tilted his head toward her, then turned back to you, his eyes locking with yours across the table, his gaze heavy with meaning, with memory, with the weight of what he’d just done to you, and said, without a flicker of shame—

“Delicious.”

Your stomach dropped. Your cheeks flamed. You looked away instantly, your eyes darting toward your lap, toward your empty plate, toward anywhere that wasn’t him, your skin hot and crawling with mortification, your thighs pressed tight together under the table, still slick and tender and sensitive as hell, and now—now you had to eat dessert.

With him. With her. With the taste of your orgasm still on his mouth.

☄︎₊˚⊹☆

You said your goodbyes to Sue as sweetly and shakily as you could manage, your voice still thin and breathless from the quiet ruin Reed had left you in, the remnants of your orgasm still echoing in your body like a pulse you couldn’t calm, and still—still—you smiled, you nodded, you played the part of the polite, well-mannered girl who had not just come in silence at the dinner table. Sue hugged you lightly at the door, warm and soft and lovely, thanking you for coming and saying how nice it was to meet you, her words kind and sincere, her smile so genuine it made you ache.

“We’ll have to do this again,” she said gently, her voice carrying no suspicion, no awareness, only the comfort of a woman who’d welcomed you into her home and truly meant it.

“It was an honor,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper, eyes lowered, fingers nervously wrapped around the strap of your bag, heart pounding loud and unrelenting in your chest.

Reed appeared behind you then, as if summoned by the rhythm of your exit, and without saying anything, without asking, he moved to walk you out, his hand resting lightly at the small of your back—a simple gesture, one that should’ve been harmless, innocent, but that felt anything but, especially after what those fingers had just done to you beneath a tablecloth in the dim golden light of a family dining room.

The door clicked shut behind the two of you, and the hallway beyond was quiet, cool, and still, a soft hum from the city beyond the glass, but the silence between you buzzed with something thicker, darker, more intimate than you could bear. He said nothing at first, only walked beside you with slow, unhurried steps, like the moment hadn’t already been branded into both your bodies, like he hadn’t watched you fall apart with your hand over your mouth while his wife got dessert.

At the door to the elevator, he stopped, and you turned toward him, still too flustered to meet his eyes, still trying to hold yourself together with trembling fingers and shallow breaths, your lashes lowered as you whispered, “Thank you for… dinner.”

His response came after a pause, his voice smooth, impossibly steady. “You were perfect.”

You froze—eyes flicking up, breath catching—and found him watching you with that same calm, unreadable expression, but there was something beneath it now, something warmer and darker and dangerous, the ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth that made your knees weaken all over again.

“Good girl,” he added softly, low enough that only you could hear it, and the elevator doors opened behind you with a soft ding, cool air spilling out into the hallway like a breeze that didn’t belong.

You stepped inside on trembling legs, unsure if you remembered how to breathe, and as the doors began to close, you looked back—just once—and there he was, standing exactly as he had before, his hands in his pockets, head tilted ever so slightly, still watching you, like you were a puzzle he couldn’t wait to take apart again.

And when the doors shut fully, sealing you into silence, your hand finally flew to your chest.

Because you had just survived dinner. Barely. And you weren’t sure you’d ever be the same again.

☄︎₊˚⊹☆

let me know your thoughtssss

[yellenabelova]

PEDRO PASCAL as REED RICHARDS/MISTER FANTASTIC

The Fantastic Four : First Steps (2025) dir. Matt Shakman

[julesispunk]

what do you mean pedro pascal is not my little niche and underground actor anymore and he’s going to star in one of the biggest marvel movies of the last few years and everyone will start to know him and he’s not gonna be mine anymore?

what do you mean????

[pedrohub]

Pedro Pascal as Reed Richards THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS 2025 — dir. Matt Shakman

[sinful-sonnet]

Elastic Desires

Reed Richard’s x F!reader (One-Shot)

(Size Kink, Stretching, Overstimulation, SMUT)

You always knew Reed was special, but you never fully understood what that meant until tonight. Sure, you had imagined it—wondered what it would be like to be with someone whose body could adapt, stretch, mold, and shift to your every desire. But fantasies were nothing compared to reality.

And right now? Reality had you trembling beneath him, your body on fire as he explored every inch of you with the kind of methodical precision only a genius like him could achieve.

Reed hovered above you, his dark eyes gleaming with something between curiosity and raw hunger. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he admitted, his voice smooth, teasing. His fingers trailed down your stomach, his touch feather-light. “You, beneath me. Falling apart because of me.”

You gasped as his fingertips elongated, gliding down your thighs, teasing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate strokes. He was everywhere at once—hands, fingers, lips—and it was too much and not enough all at once.

“Reed—” Your voice was shaky, needy.

He chuckled, stretching his hand until it wrapped around your wrist, pinning it gently above your head. “I want to take my time with you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just below your ear, his lips warm, his breath hot. “But I also want to see how much you can handle.”

The moment you nodded, his fingers morphed—slender digits multiplying, teasing your entrance, circling your clit with slow, maddening precision. You gasped, arching into his touch, only to have another hand splay across your stomach, pressing you back down.

“Easy,” he murmured, lips curving into a smirk. “I want to feel every little reaction.”

And he did. His fingers stretched inside you, curling, twisting, hitting every spot at once. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt—waves of pleasure rolling through you, building faster, deeper, until you were clutching at his arms, nails digging into his skin.

“Reed, oh—fuck—”

His other hand wrapped gently around your throat, just enough pressure to make you shudder. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice full of praise. “I want to hear every sound you make for me.”

You were falling apart beneath him, completely at his mercy, and he knew it. He was relentless, fingers moving faster, stretching wider, coaxing you to the edge over and over—only to pull back at the last second, drawing a desperate whimper from your lips.

“Not yet,” he murmured. “I want to watch you break.”

You shivered as he shifted lower, replacing his fingers with something thicker, warmer—his tongue stretching, slipping inside, filling you in ways that shouldn’t be possible but felt so good you almost sobbed. His hands kept you still, his mouth working you apart, sending pleasure pulsing through every nerve in your body.

It was too much. It was perfect.

“Come for me,” he finally commanded, and with one final stretch, one final curl of his fingers and flick of his tongue, you shattered—your body tensing, pleasure crashing over you in waves.

Reed groaned as he felt you pulse around him, his grip tightening as he devoured every sound, every tremor. By the time you came down, breathless and shaking, he was smirking above you, brushing damp hair from your face.

“You okay?” he asked, teasing but still gentle.

You barely had the strength to glare at him. “You’re insane.”

He only chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “And we’re not even finished.”

You were wrecked—shaking, gasping, and already oversensitive from Reed’s fingers, tongue, and everything else his genius-level mind had conjured up to unravel you. But he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Reed hovered above you, his dark eyes sharp with hunger as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning at your trembling form. “You’re handling me so well,” he murmured, voice full of pride. “But I think you can take more.”

You swallowed hard, barely able to form words. “Reed, I don’t—”

“Shhh.” He cupped your cheek, his hand stretching, fingers fanning out to cradle both sides of your face at once. “Let me take care of you.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt it—the unmistakable press of his cock against your inner thigh. You hadn’t seen it yet, but you felt it.

And it was different.

Thicker. Heavier. Hotter.

You gasped, tilting your head back against the pillows as he dragged it along your soaked folds, teasing you, testing you. “Reed,” you whimpered, legs trembling. “That’s—”

“Big?” He smirked, pressing it against your entrance, just enough to make you feel the sheer size of him. “I adjusted it… just a little.”

“A little?” you gasped. “That’s not a little.”

He chuckled, bending to kiss you, slow and deep. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, his lips brushing yours. “I want to feel you stretch around me.”

You barely had time to prepare before he pushed in—not all the way, just the thick, swollen head—and already, you felt full.

“Oh, fuck—” Your head spun, your breath hitching as he inched in deeper, stretching you open in ways you’d never imagined.

He groaned, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to go slow. “God, you’re tight.” His hands slid to your hips, gripping you firmly as he rolled his hips, sinking another inch inside. “I can feel you clenching around me. Relax, baby.”

“Too big,” you gasped, nails digging into his arms. “Reed—”

“You can take it,” he assured you, stretching himself thinner for just a second to ease the pressure before letting himself expand again, pushing deeper, filling you more, more, more—until your walls stretched around him, accommodating his impossible size.

The burn was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that had your body arching, thighs shaking. But then he moved, and your vision blurred with pleasure.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, voice thick with restraint. “You feel so good around me, baby. So tight.”

He gave you only a moment to adjust before he started moving—long, slow thrusts that dragged against every nerve inside you, stretching you in ways you didn’t know were possible. Every stroke was deep, deliberate, pushing into places no one ever had before.

And then he changed the angle.

“R-Reed—!” You screamed, your body tightening around him as he hit that spot—again and again and again—with pinpoint precision, his cock shifting, adjusting, thickening just to push against your most sensitive places.

“That’s it,” he groaned, watching you come apart. “Take it all.”

His arms stretched, wrapping around you, holding you still as he pounded into you, his control slipping as he grew thicker, longer, stuffing you so full you could barely breathe. Every thrust sent you higher, every stretch igniting another wave of pleasure that had your body trembling, climbing towards something devastating.

“Reed, I—”

“Come for me,” he growled, snapping his hips forward with one last, brutal thrust. “Scream for me.”

And you did.

Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over you, leaving you breathless, shaking, clenching down so hard that Reed groaned, his own release following right after—his cock thickening one last time as he filled you, his body shuddering, his grip tightening around you as he buried himself deep.

The two of you lay there, panting, his body still molded around yours, cock still snug inside you.

Reed chuckled breathlessly, stroking your sweat-slicked skin. “See? You took it.”

You glared at him, barely able to think, let alone move. “I hate you.”

“Liar.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Think you can go again?”

Your body shuddered at the thought, and he only grinned.

“That’s what I thought.”

[mndvx]

PEDRO PASCAL as REED RICHARDS / MISTER FANTASTIC in THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS (2025)

[lowrisemiller]

he looks so stressed n disheveled I rlly rlly rlly wanna fuck him

WHAT WHO SAID THAT

must’ve been the wind…

[obii-wan]

PEDRO PASCAL as Reed Richards

The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025)

Dir. Matt Shakman

[kassy-djomunson]

up up up we go

[lonely-ey3s]

The Chemistry Between Us | part 5 (final)

reedrichards!professor x f!reader (teachers aid)

chapter summary: the final few midterms has created some unwanted distance for you and reed with how busy your schedule's been-- creating some sexual tension and pent-up feelings towards one another.

chapter warnings: fluff, reed is not married to sue, small age gap(student is finishing degree, maybe 8-10 year gap), SMUT 18+ MDNI, f!masturbation, mentions of m!oral receiving, unprotected piv, dirty talk, rough sex, spanking, dom!reed, squirting, secret relationship, sneaking around, anxiety, public sexual teasing/tension.

word count: 10.2k

a/n: this is the final part of this short series!! yay! if one shots are requested from these two or ideas pop up, i'll most def be revisiting but i'm very proud of this short little series and have appreciated everyone's support on it! enjoy !!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

Masterlist

3 days later

You had Reed’s class midterm today, you had not only a paper that you had to turn in last class as part of it but today was the written test. 

You hadn’t seen him since early this morning when you left to meet up with a study group to do a last-minute review for this test. 

These last couple of days were going to be nothing short of chaos as the last few exams and papers you had due were the hardest of them all. However, with Reed staying over at your place, it brought a sense of comfort being able to see him in the evenings and sometimes mornings before one of you two left for the university.

Reed had already set out the exams on each desk. When you walked in and came to sit down at your desk you immediately pulled out a writing utensil and looked up to see him sitting against his desk, looking out at the class before his eyes found yours and he winked, mouthing, ‘Good luck’ and smiling softly. 

You couldn’t help but smile and look down at your test shyly, blushing. 

After a few moments, the clock fell on the hour. Reed cleared his throat, gathering the attention of the class, “Good afternoon everyone. Before we begin, your midterm papers will be graded by Friday and grades will be finalized by Monday.” he stood and put his hands in his pockets, “My office hours are changing from 1 pm to 6 pm to now being done at 4 pm instead.” he begins to walk to one side of the room, “You will have two hours to finish your exam. Remember these are 80% of your grade, so do well and you’ll pass my class at the end of the semester. If you've come unprepared, you will fail.” he turned around and started walking back to the other side, “If you have a question, please raise your hand and I’ll come to you, do not come to me.” he stopped and began to walk back to the center of the room, “When you are finished, please come and put the exam on my desk and have a good 2-week break.” he looked up and then stretched his arm out, pulling his sleeve up a bit to look at his wrist watch, “Alright-- your two hours start now. Good luck.” 

Everyone turned the first page of the packet and began working. 

You kept your head down most of the time, working through everything thoroughly, double-checking each equation, and each question. 

Reed would occasionally look over at you, checking on you. He noticed halfway through, as he caught you changing the leg you had crossed, the bright red panties you were wearing from the angle he was sitting at.

You had done this a few times in the past to tease him and get a rise out of him while he was teaching, but today? Would you really be that cheeky?

He swallowed and reached down under the table to gently palm himself through his pants, trying to readjust as his pants were particularly tight today.

He closed his eyes and tried to think of something, anything to get his mind off you but the more his mind wandered-- the harder he got.

He thought of how you were on your knees last night sucking him off while you both took a late-night shower. How warm and wet your mouth was, how fucking good it felt for him to stretch out your throat.

However, he was brutally snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud, "Ahem" from a student with a question. Thankfully, it also instantly killed any sort of erection he had in the process.

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One by one every person finished up, walking up and setting their tests on his desk as he was grading the midterm papers turned in earlier that week. 

With 15 minutes until to the 2-hour mark, you stood and gathered your things, walking down to his desk, you set down your test in the basket. 

You turned around to leave, when Reed cleared his throat, “Miss?” 

You turned and looked at him, “Yes, sir?” you smiled softly. 

He leaned forward, biting the inside of his cheek at that name, he smirked for a moment, “You uh... you forgot to put your name…” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, and started to walk back over to check. You could have sworn you put your name on there. 

You walked up to see a piece of paper on your test in red pen, ‘Come see me. My office-- 4 pm’. 

You quickly took it and cleared your throat softly, “You’re right, thank you for catching that.” you pretended to write your name on the exam front page. 

You stood and backed away then nodded, “Have a good break, Professor.” and smiled at him. 

“Oh I will, and to you as well…” he looked up at you with a cheeky grin and winked then looked back at the paper he was grading before anyone saw. 

A few minutes after 4 pm you lightly knocked on Reed’s office door. 

“Come in…” you heard him say from behind the door. 

You twisted the knob and opened the door, walking through, “Sorry I’m late, you wanted to speak to me?” closing the door behind you and then looking at Reed.

He was already sitting against his desk, arms crossed, smirking, “How much time do you have?”

You set your bag down on the chair by the door and blushed, “30 minutes…”  you leaned back against the door and tilted your head, “Is there something you wanted to discuss with me, Professor?” you grinned. 

He stood from his desk and began walking over to you, “It’s about your grade, I was wondering if you’d be interested in an extra credit opportunity…” he began to pull his tie undone, his eyes moving down your body, drinking you in. 

You bit your lip and blushed, “I’m always open for extra credit…” your breathing started to pick up. 

“Good.” he smirked and unbuttoned the first part of his collar and then grabbed you by your cheeks and leaned in slowly, “First, I just want to let you know that you aced your test and paper baby, I’m so proud of you…” 

You smiled and leaned in, “Thank you sweetheart…” you were met by his lips softly and slowly kissing you a few times. 

He pulled back and nudged your nose, “Now, back to your extra credit…” he opened his eyes, let go of your cheeks, and reached behind you, locking the door. 

You were surrounded by him. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body, his cologne swarmed your senses, you wanted him– needed him. 

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso and arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss him only for him to pull back and grin, “Mmm not so fast…” he walked you over to his desk and sat you on it, pulling your chin up to meet his eyes, “Earn it…” he said with a deep timber to his voice, “Sit on my desk and touch yourself…” 

You were caught breathless but nodded, swallowing before putting your hand to his chest and pushing softly for him to back up before standing. 

You slowly took your sweater off over your head then started to unbutton the white button-up you layered it with, revealing a red lace bra.

Reed watched hungrily, he slowly sat himself down in one of his chairs, palming himself through his pants, “I could see those damn red panties you have on during your whole exam…” he grunted, “I wanted to bend you over that damn desk all afternoon…” 

You slowly took your skirt off, letting it pool around your ankles as he spoke, revealing the matching red lace thong, you tilted your head and bit your bottom lip, “Hmm, I wonder why I wore them…” you teased and sat back on his desk, slowly opening your legs. 

He smirked and used his thumb to rub his bottom lip, “You have a habit of using the angle of our interactions in class to your advantage baby…” 

You tilted your head to the other side and sat back on one of your elbows, “Now, now… that’s just a plain unfair accusation, Professor Richards…” you smirked running your hand down your body, gasping at your touch when you brushed your fingers against your panties. 

He grinned and rasped, “I like hearing you call me that while you touch yourself…” 

You moved your hand back up and then under the band of your panties, slowly rubbing your clit, moaning softly, “Will calling you Professor Richards while I cum earn me extra points?” you cooed. 

He sat up in his seat, watching your fingers rub against your pretty little clit, “Callin’ me Professor Richards will get you more than extra points sweet girl…” 

You began to rub a little faster, keeping eye contact with him, gasping at the small tug you felt deep within, causing you to put a little more pressure, “Oh? What else will it get me, Professor?” you let out a small moan, furrowing your brow. 

“Once you cum on those pretty little fingers of yours, I’m going to bend you over this desk…” he started.

Your heart began to beat faster, a warmth spread across your cheeks, and you began to breathe quicker, “F-fuck…” you whimpered, rubbing faster, your legs spreading wider, pelvis pushing down, intensifying your build-up. 

“You want me to fuck you so hard you have bruises from the edges of my desk digging into your pelvis?” he growled as he stood, eager for you.

“Y-Yes Professor…” you mewled, your fingers rubbing the little bundle of now-sensitive nerves faster, your hand splayed on the desk clenching papers that are under you, crumbling them, “Fuck me… f-f-fuck…” your head fell back, gasping before moaning a broken cry as you came. 

“That’s it… that’s a good girl…” he groaned and undid his belt. 

He stepped forward and grabbed your ankles, pulling you towards him, pulling your chip up and leaning down to kiss you slipping his tongue between your lips, causing you to moan and move to sit up, tugging your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

After a few moments he pulled back and nudged your nose with his, “Now, I know you can be louder than that…” he groaned feeling you nibble his jawline. 

You looked up at him, panting, flushed, “But what if…” 

He grunted as he pulled you to stand, “No one is here after 3 pm in this area, and even if they are, they are deaf as a doornail…” he held onto your hips and then spun you around, “Now, be a good girl and bend over the desk for me…” he started unzipping his pants. 

You turned around and leaned over his desk, leaning on your forearms, arching your back a little, your pelvis up against the edge of the desk like he’d said. 

He pulled himself out of his trousers and stroked himself a few times, humming as he looked down at your ass in front of him, “Fuck me, what a view…” he tapped his cock on your ass a few times. 

He tilted his head and bit his lip looking at your thong, “I’ll take this…” he slid your panties down your ass, having you step out of them before stuffing them in his pocket. 

You turned your head back to look at him, lightly biting your lip, “I’ll need those back at some point…” you moaned feeling him glide the tip of his cock through your slit, coating himself. 

“Trade ‘em for a new pair, that’s the deal, remember?” He then clenched his jaw and groaned, “Fuck you’re so wet… such a good girl, getting yourself ready for my cock…” he cooed. 

You gasped feeling him notch at your entrance and bit your lip, “Please, I need you…” you pushed your ass back a little trying to push him into you. 

He hissed and pulled himself back, tsking, “Patience…” he slid himself back up and down your slit, teasing you. 

You moaned softly, “Please… I’ve been such a good girl…” you begged. 

He grinned and gripped your hip, “Yes, you have been a good girl…” he moved his hand down to grip the meat of your ass before lightly spanking it, earning a gasp from you, “You’ve been such a good girl… but good girls don’t beg, do they?” he leaned down and kissed your bare shoulder, whispering against your skin, “Good girls listen… have patience…” he moved his hand back to grip your hip. 

You moaned softly, “Yes sir…” you panted trying to steady your breath. 

He smirked and kissed your shoulder again then down your spine, “Good…” he leaned back up and then knocked your ankles open with his foot, “Spread your legs a little more baby…”

You did as he asked and spread your legs then readjusted the arch in your back, “Will this do, Professor?” 

He smirked and squared himself up between your legs, “Yes baby, that’ll do…” he then slid himself once more back up and down your wet slit before notching himself back at your entrance. 

You felt the anticipation, the tension in the air. Your heart was pounding, your nerves felt electric, and there was a lump in your throat from the suspense. 

He then buried himself slowly into you, grunting and gripping his hands harder onto your hips. 

Your jaw went slack and it felt like the air was sucked out from your lungs, unable to moan. The angle he was at made him stretch you out more than normal– get deeper. 

His jaw clenched, groaning, pulling his hips back then ramming himself back into you. 

You gasped, “Fuck!” you moaned out. 

He did this again, however, this time pulling out completely, edging the tip at your entrance before ramming back in, letting out a grunt, “F-fuck…”  his eyes rolled back and he grinned at how tight you felt.

You laid more flat on your arms, arching your back down more, and pushed your ass out, feeling him just about to get that sweet spot-- feeling that tight coil starting to wind up again. 

He noticed and readjusted, lifting your hips up just a tad more before beginning to slowly build up speed, fucking into you hard, deep and fast. 

“F-fuck yes!” you cried out feeling him continually hit that spot deep within your cunt, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. Your hands gripped the opposite end of the desk, anchoring you to something.

He would fuck into you, ramming the front of your pelvis into the desk, creating a pain that can’t be described as unpleasant when your lover's cock is fucking you into oblivion. It was more than pain, it was like you were being branded, marked up and that set something off in you that you couldn't form into words other than-- you loved it.

Reed looked down to watch as he drove himself into you. Watching his cock drive in and out of you, covered in your arousal, the feeling he had only could be described as animalistic, “Fuck, keep makin’ those noises… beg for it.” he said as he spanked your ass. 

You moaned loudly, feeling that coil about to snap, your legs already giving out on you, “Please, please fuck…” you cried out, “I wanna have a hard time walking to…” you moaned again, clenching your teeth for a moment, “Ah, fuck… to Professor Merrill’s class… fuck me…” you gasped and started to bounce your ass against him, eager to get release, “Please make me cum, sir… please…” you begged. 

Reed leaned forward, planting his hands on the desk, and began vigorously pumping his hips into your heat, grunting with each thrust, “Fuck baby, I can feel you’re close…” he let out a choked back chuckle, “Shit you’re so fuckin’ perfect, such a good girl taking me so well…” he groaned, panting quickly, feeling a pull behind his navel. 

You felt a wave wash up your body from your feet up to your cheeks as you began to come, “Oh fuck, oh f-fuck, yes right there… fuck fuck!” then an intense jolt of pleasure as you squirted shortly after, clenching onto him, legs shaking, sobbing his name. 

He grinned and leaned forward more, lightly nibbling on your ear, “Fuck you’re so hot when you squirt all over me…” he didn’t let up in speed or intensity-- instead he wrapped his arm around your chest. He cupped your breast with his hand, holding you up as he continued to fuck you. He groaned and grunted, “One more for me, can you do that baby?” 

You were overstimulated and already felt another wave start to build up, so you mindlessly, cock drunk, brain completely numb with pleasure nodded, muttering, “Y-Yes…” moaning hoarsely. 

He held onto you and gritted through his clenched jaw, holding his orgasm at bay, “I love filling you up and sending you to someone else’s class…” he groaned, “... knowing you’re full of me while you’re sitting there like a good little student… knowing damn well…” he grunted as his movements became more erratic, “... you’re fucking your physics professor for the last two months…” he nibbled your earlobe, whimpering as he felt a deep pull, his cock jolting inside you, “F-fuck…” 

“Fuck fuck… f-fuck baby…” you cried out as he jolted inside you, hitting that spot harshly. Your hand flew to his arm to hold you steady as your legs gave out for a moment as you came, an intense wave flooding your body. 

“That’s it, fuck you feel so good…” He cooed before his other arm wrapped around your torso as his hips snapped into yours, cumming deep inside you, breath hitching then whimpering as his hips slowed, coming to a stop. 

You both were heaving for air, lightly covered in a thin layer of sweat on your body and his forehead. The small office smelled of sex. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes, attempting to return to earth.

You softly hummed, “Mmm, I need to get going, I wanna get to Merrill’s a little early…” you swallowed, catching your breath. 

He hummed and nodded but then couldn’t help but smile as he kissed your shoulder softly, hands slowly trailing over your body, “When will you be home tonight?” he leaned over and kissed your cheek softly, gently. 

Your hand found its way to lightly comb through the back of his hair, smiling as you turned your head to kiss his lips, “I should be home around 7ish… wanna order takeout tonight? Watch a movie while I write my paper for Jones’s?” you kissed him again. 

He slowly removed himself from you, hissing, then kissed your shoulder and back softly before turning you around, “That sounds wonderful, can I meet you at the bus stop around then?” he tucked your hair behind your ear softly, lovingly smiling down at you as he moved you to sit down on his desk for a moment. 

You blushed at the tenderness he now was showing you but also how he insisted on meeting you at the bus stops on nights you’d get home late. Not caring it was only a few blocks of a walk– if he couldn’t drive you home, he’d make sure you got home safe. “Yes, I’ll be waiting for you to safely walk me home…” 

He cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss you softly and slowly, pouring every single ounce of himself into it, before pulling back and pecking your lips once more, “Good. Now let’s get you to Merrill’s on time, shall we?” he grinned. 

1 week later

For the last week, Reed has stayed at yours while you finish your midterms and wrap up a few other big assignments. You can’t help but admit you like having him there when you come home or early in the mornings when you both are tangled together in the sheets. Something about him living with you just feels so right, so natural. 

You still had to be careful while around the university, aside from your little office visit last week. But around others, you had to watch how you were around each other, but at home, you two could be however you wanted to be. 

Most nights you’d come home to Reed in the kitchen cooking you a nice homemade dinner or already having takeout ready for you after a long day of studying and testing. 

Last night was your last exam, you came home later than expected due to your professor wanting to speak with you about an after-school job opportunity after you finished your exam.

You told him you’d consider it, as you didn’t quite know what you wanted to do with your degree after school, but you’d give it a good think-over. 

You woke up to Reed asleep peacefully, the smallest smile across his lips, face relaxed and soft. You rolled onto your side and gently kissed his bare chest then leaned up and kissed his cheek before laying your head back down on his chest, lightly tracing shapes and love letters into his skin.  

You would never tire of this feeling, of him being next to you when you wake. You felt excitement every time you’d come home and see him already there or when he’d come through the front door announcing “I’m home…” before he’d come find you to show you how much he missed you. He said it always so willingly, he’s home. Now that your exams are over, would this dim? Would he go back to the routine before what you had now, that you’d see each other more outside of school, so there was no purpose in him sleeping over? You didn’t want that to happen. You didn’t want it to go back to the way things were. 

Being together, living together— it felt easy, felt right. Being with Reed felt right. He felt safe, warm, secure, and filled with so much love. He was someone that you unexpectedly were falling in love with. 

That thought alone terrified you, not because you are scared to love someone, you’re scared to be loved. In the past, being loved meant eventually being hurt. No matter how little or strongly you felt about the person, hurt was hurt. And after your last relationship, you instinctively kept your guard up. 

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt his lips kiss the top of your head and his arms begin to wrap around you, sleepily saying, “Good morning…” 

You laid your hand flat on his chest and leaned your head up to smile at him, “Good morning handsome…” 

He moved his hand to cup your cheek gently, leaning down and kissing your lips softly, before slowly deepening it, sliding his tongue between your lips. 

You leaned up a little more, sliding your hand down his chest slowly toward the sheets. 

He grinned against your lips and pulled back a touch to nudge his nose with yours, “I’ve not had you for almost a week…” he moved his hand down to your hip. He pulled you into him, “Oh how I’ve missed you…” he groaned before his lips crashed back onto yours, kissing you passionately and deeply, tongues going back to intertwining. 

You moaned softly feeling his hardened cock in your palm and began to stroke it, slowly but steadily. He pulled back from your lips a fraction, “Mmm no… I don’t have time for that…” He gently pushed your hip down and rolled over to lay you on your back. He nestled himself between your legs and moved his hand down to bring your thigh up and wrap around him before he took himself and notched at your entrance, “I’ve got a half hour before I need to leave for my department meeting… and I’m not wasting a second…” he said as he slowly slid himself into you with a small grunt, “f-fuck…” 

He softly cupped your cheek with his left hand then used his right to hold himself up as he slowly ground his hips to thrust himself deeply in and out of your warmth, keeping eye contact with you as he hoarsely whispered, “God I’ll never tire of this… never tire of you…” he leaned down and connected his lips to yours, kissing you feverishly but at the same time ever so tenderly. 

Your hands made their way to hold him close— one to his waist to pull him down closer to you, then one came up to comb through his hair. You pulled back from his lips and moaned his name followed by, “Stay… don’t go…” you begged softly, gasping before you connected your lips to his. 

He grinned and hummed as he pulled back from your lips, “Mmm I wish I could skip this meeting but its somethin’ I need to be at…” he kissed your lips again a few times before they moved down to kiss your jaw, and neck, sucking soft marks into your skin, “However, I promise to make it up to you tonight…” he cooed with his lips against your pulse point. 

You moaned as his hips continued to thrust deeply into your sex, hitting every spot that elicited goosebumps across your skin, you felt a tight pull behind your navel and a heat rise up your body, “F-fuck… I…” you moved your hips with his at a slow pace, gaining the needed friction you needed. 

He groaned and moved his hand from your cheek down to your hip, pulling you closer to him, “Let go for me…” he grunted as he sped up his movements. 

You panted and moved your hips with his, holding his head closer to your neck as you felt that pull wind tighter and tighter until it snapped aggressively. You gasped and moaned loudly, gripping his hair and torso, arching your back off the bed “F-Fuck don’t stop…” you begged as you came, pulsing around him.

He grunted and gripped onto your hip tighter, groaning as he pulled up off your neck and hovered over you, panting heavily, “Fuck baby, you’re so tight…” he grinned and watched you come down from your high. 

You looked up at him and panted, out of breath, and slightly flushed. You grinned and bit your lip before you sat up and pushed him to lie down, maneuvering to straddle him, while keeping him in you still. 

He grunted as you began to roll your hips, placing your hand on his chest to steady yourself as you bounced up and down on him, “God you get so deep like this… just what I need…” you mewled. 

He smirked, his chest heaving as he was filled with nothing but lust and desire, “I can think of a way to get deeper…” he bit his lip and pushed his hips up when you’d roll yours down, keeping eye contact with you.

You moaned and gasped feeling him use his hips, “Ah… fuck…” you lightly squeaked out, pinching your eyebrows together, his tip bumping up against your g-spot. 

He clenched his teeth and then jutted his jaw letting a growl escape, “You like me right here for now, don’t you?” he smirked and let out a groan feeling himself graze that spot now as you’d clench against him, “Mmm, I can feel myself against that spot you love…” he said as his head fell back, chin arching up, eyes rolling back as he felt a pull in his core, “Fuck…” 

You nodded and continued to roll your hips, bouncing up and down at a steady pace before you felt his hand snake in between your bodies, feeling his thumb begin to rub circles into your clit, causing your hips to bounce a little faster, craving release, “Oh fuck, oh fuck… right there…” you cried, moaning as you moved your hand behind your body, onto his thigh, arching your back as you felt a wave of immense pleasure wash over you. 

He grunted and chuckled lowly, “God you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum on my cock like that…” he pushed himself to sit up, “Come ‘ere…” he softly took your legs to wrap around him from behind and then crossed his legs under you. He then wrapped his arm around your torso and used the other to softly brush your hair back off your face before cupping your cheek, and pulling you in to kiss him. 

You kissed his lips deeply and slowly, holding on to his cheek with one hand and his chest with the other, moaning with each breath, whispering, pleading, “Please cum in me… I’ve missed how you fill me up…” before you sucked on his bottom lip and pulled back on it gently. 

He groaned and leaned forward, holding you close by splaying his hand on the small of your back to support you as he started to buck his hips up into you, reaching his hand back to anchor himself onto the mattress as he began fucking you a bit deeper and faster at this angle. 

His heart was pounding, small beads of sweat trickling down his skin, he could feel himself get closer and closer to the edge. He grunted and groaned, “F-fuck… I… I’m close…” he smiled at you as you moaned, holding onto his neck and shoulder, “Let me give you one more, hmm?” he kissed your lips once deeply, “What do you need, what can I give you?” he asked as he nudged your nose with his. 

You were a mess, absolutely dumb on his cock, but you wanted to give him one more, come with him if you could, so you moved your hand to cup his cheek and pulled his lips close to yours and cooed, “Mmm, I just need you… Professor…” you grinned before pulling him in and kissing him deeply, starting to grind your hips into him, gently tugging his hair. 

He groaned at the name used and smirked against your lips, knowing you used it to excite him. He kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace however getting as deep as he could. 

You moved your feet to still stay behind him but planted into the bed to give you something to work off of as you worked against him to create more friction, more movement, gasping and moaning as you kissed him. Your arm eventually made it behind you to lean back and create an even better angle for yourself. 

He groaned and held onto you both feverishly kissed each other's lips. For a moment your lips parted for you to moan and toss your head back as he started to hit his tip against your cervix. 

He took the opportunity and moved down and began kissing, sucking, moving his lips against your neck, collarbone, and chest— groaning as he felt himself close. 

Your hand that was holding onto his neck and shoulder effortlessly began threading through his hair, gently tugging and pulling, pushing him near the edge, he whimpered, “Fuck, I’m close, I need one more from you baby…” he said against your skin, practically begging for you to cum. 

You moaned as you nodded, “I’m close too, I’m gonna come….” you gasped and groaned feeling him start to suck your tit, “… fuck baby… just like that… don’t stop…” you mewled as you moaned, rocking your hips into his a little faster. 

He held you as close as he could and kept the pace he was at like you asked but then began teasing your nipple between his teeth before sucking on it, which threw you off the edge faster than you expected. 

Your hips buckled as you gasped out a moan, “F-fuck fuck….” you groaned as you felt a sudden wave wash over you, snapping that coil. 

Reed groaned and then grunted feeling you pulse and tighten around him, that was all he needed. He quickly leaned his head up and hoarsely whispered, “Kiss me…” panting and letting out a deep groan. 

You leaned down and cupped his cheek, bringing your lips to his in a deep, slow, passionate kiss. 

He held onto you as his hips bucked up and shot ropes of cum up into you, making him grunt and whimper against your lips. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, moaning softly as he jolted up inside you from how intense it was. You continued to kiss him but the kisses got lazier, slower. 

He leaned back to sit upright and hummed against your lips, panting heavily as he broke from them, kissing your chin and jaw. Again those three words danced on his tongue, those three words he continually wanted to tell you, confess to you, promise you, vow to you. 

He went to say them, feeling the moment was right as you nudged softly your nose against his as he looked at you lovingly, asking softly, “Tell me what’s on your mind baby…” gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and then combing through his hair, but when his alarm clock started to beep loudly, the moment he felt was gone. 

You giggled as he leaned back to gently slam on the snooze button, “Guess that means I need to get off of you…” you smiled at him as he came back to you, keeping you in his lap, looking up at you with a soft smile on his face. 

“I hate that has to be the result…” he moved his hand to cup your cheek, “What I would give to just stay here with you…” he gently nudged his nose with yours. 

You loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, teasing the hair on the nape of his neck as he spoke, keeping eye contact with him, “Then stay…” you blushed at the boldness you leaped into. 

“Baby I can’t miss this meeting…” he said as he went to kiss you but you pulled back just a bit, making him grin at your playfulness. 

You smiled and softly said, “No, I mean… stay here… move in with me…” shyly looking at him, watching for any change in his expression. 

He searched your eyes for any uncertainty or doubt but found none. He instantly smiled wider and nodded, “Yeah?” he gently rubbed his thumb against your back. 

You nodded and then bit your lip, shyly looking down for a moment, “I uh… Reed I need to say this before I chicken out again… and I’m not just sayin’ it because you… I… fuck…” you were getting tongue-tied and beginning to ramble. You let out a breath and blushed, softly smiling as you looked up at him, “I’m falling in love with you— no I… I am in love with you.” you let out a small chuckle, watching his face light up more, “I love you… and I know we can’t do anything about our relationship publicly to a certain extent until after graduation but I…” 

Reed cut you off by pulling you in and kissing your lips deeply and slowly, cupping your cheek before pulling back slowly, leaving you speechless, whispering, “I love you…” he kissed you again, “And I’d love to move in… you know if that wasn’t obvious already…” he chuckled against your lips before he moved in to kiss you again, gently nudging your nose with his.

You smiled and bit your lip gently when he did that, “5 more minutes?” you started to lean in to kiss him. 

He smiled widely and met your lips after he softly whispered back, “5 more minutes…” 

Reed was 10 minutes late to his meeting but was quiet enough to be able to sneak in the back, going unnoticed by his colleagues. 

He still had the smell of you etched onto his skin as he had no time to shower after taking well over 5 more minutes to show you how much he loved you— unable to get out of bed after both of your confessions. 

The department head, Dr. Smithson, an old-fashioned, by-the-book gentleman cleared his throat as he stood after one of the university’s chairmen ended his presentation on university donations and funding, “I know you are all wondering why we’ve called a mandatory meeting, especially right after midterms.” he likely chuckled along with other members of staff, “However, one of the announcements is, we would like to extend our deepest and most sincere congratulations to one of our esteemed alumni professors as he will be heading to Washington DC for the next year to teach some of the brightest minds of our century, Dr. Reed Richards!” he motioned to where Reed was sitting. 

Everyone turned back to find him, however he was lost in thought— as his mind replaying the last couple hours over in his mind. 

Dr. Thoms, a colleague, turned around in his seat, and cleared his throat, snapping Reed from his thoughts. 

Reed hummed, lost on what was just announced, “Hmm?” 

“Congrats on DC, you’ll do great!” he smiled and reached back to pat his leg gently. 

Reed’s stomach instantly dropped when he remembered what he was talking about, his face losing most of its color. 

Before the school year started he was approached to come teach at another university for a year as part of this school's “shared knowledge” teaching program. He said yes as nothing was keeping him here, he had nothing, no one to keep him here. However, that changed the second you came into his life. 

He had been so distracted by his research and trying to be everything you deserved that this arrangement slipped his mind. 

He can’t leave now. He just said he’d move in, he just told you he loves you. 

‘Fuck…’ was all that went through his mind.

—

As soon as the meeting dismissed he found himself making his way down to the chairmen and head, clearing his throat, “Uhm, excuse me, gentlemen, a word?” he buttoned his jacket up and ran a hand through his hair as he walked up to their table as they were in the process of packing up. 

Dr. Mikel smiled at him, “Reed, congratulations— you will love their program!” 

Reed tightly smiled then cleared his throat again, “About that, I can’t go… something has changed that affects my availability.” 

Dr. Smithson turned to look at him, “Dr. Richards, whatever has changed will have to work with his arrangement, son. There’s been arrangements made— one’s too complicated to undo.” 

Reed annoyingly chuckled, he hated how he called him that, son.

He jutted his jaw and smiled tightly before he cleared his throat, “Sir, with all due respect, but I don’t think you’re understanding me— I have arrangements that are too delicate to undo…” 

“Well— then pack them up and take them with you, this isn’t up for debate or discussion.” he snapped his briefcase closed, “I can’t and won’t undo this… it’s part of our program and we can’t lose the funding.” he moved towards Reed and patted him on the shoulder, “I’m sorry, son…” then started to walk up the stairs towards the exit. 

“And what if I don’t show up for the flight then, sir?” he challenged. 

“Well then, you wouldn’t be as smart as we thought you to be and you’d be fired as it would go against the contract you signed with them on behalf of our institution.” he turned back, “Whatever this is, this, arrangement… either end it or take it with you, but those are your only options.” he tsked and waved behind him as he walked up the rest of the stairs, wishing everyone goodbye still at the table. 

Reed stood there and for the first time in a very long time, he feared losing something, someone he loved. 

—

Reed went back to his place to pack more clothes and items after the meeting, subconsciously delaying having to tell you the news. He knew he couldn’t expect you to come with him, you had just asked him to move in with you, not move across the country. On top of that, you still had another semester. This wouldn’t work.

He sat on the couch and wrestled with what to do, what to say, how to say it. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed as he racked his brain.

He looked around at his place— it felt so cold, so empty. He felt so alive with you, being with you— your home felt so warm and peaceful. 

He sighed heavily and thought of what to do, then he’d made up his mind. 

He could find another job, at another university— but he couldn’t find another you.

When he got back you were sitting on your couch reading a book while Oli sat next to you, curled up. 

He came through the front door and you looked up from your book, instantly smiling, “You’re home…” your energy immediately warming up the room, causing all the anxiety he was holding onto to melt. 

“I’m home…” he smiled and put your house key in the entryway bowl. 

“I’ll get you a copy in town tomorrow, that way you have your own set.” you smiled and blushed to see him make his way to you, “How was your meeting?” you asked before he put his hands on the couch’s arm and back to lean down and gently kiss your lips. 

“Pointless.” he chuckled and kissed you again, humming as he pulled away, “I want to take you out tonight, celebrate midterms bein’ done…” he smiled as he gently nudged your nose against his, “Get dressed up, go somewhere nice, show you off…” he gently kissed you again. 

“But what if someone…” you started to say, sounding concerned but he cut you off by cupping your cheek and kissing you deeply and slowly a few times. 

He pulled back slowly and smiled against your lips, “Let ‘em…” 

You blushed and softly bit your bottom lip, looking up at him, “You sure? Won’t you g-…”

He shook his head and softly stroked your cheek, smiling softly, his eyes dancing back and forth between yours and your lips, “I don’t care. I’m taking the woman that I love out for dinner and if anyone has a problem with that… let ‘em… I can handle it.” he said, not a single ounce of doubt in his voice. 

You nodded and smiled, leaning back up to kiss him gently a few times before pulling back and asking, “When you say dress up, how fancy are we talking?” 

He smirked and bit his lip, “Wear that white silk dress you have in your closet…” he pushed himself off the couch and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, keeping eye contact with you, “Now, I need to shower, would you like to join me?” 

You bit your lip and got up from the couch, “Do you even need to ask?” you giggled as his lips immediately fell onto yours and he picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom. 

3 hours, 2 rounds, and 1 taxi ride later, you arrived at The Water Lily. A hugely expensive, fine-dining restaurant that also serves as a hotel in downtown New York. 

Reed held the taxi door open for you and his hand for you to take. 

As soon as you exited the taxi you looked up at the bright lights and greenery that the outside was beautifully covered in, you were speechless.

You took his hand and he smiled at your reaction, “Will this be ok?” he asked.

You chuckled lightly and looked at him, “How did you swing this? I thought the waitlist was 2 years!” 

He chuckled and began to walk with you holding onto his arm as you walked, “I’m good friends with the owner and chef, Ben, we grew up together.” he walked up to the hostess stand and smiled at the gentleman standing there as he asked, “Good evening sir, reservation?” 

“Richards, Reed Richards for two tonight…” he looked down at you and smiled warmly. 

“Of course sir. Will your usual table do well tonight?” he asked as he grabbed two menus from the stand. 

He looked back at the young man and smiled, “It’ll be perfect, thank you, Matthew…” 

Matthew led you to a more intimate area of the dining room, secluded but not private. 

Reed took out your chair for you and pushed it in as you sat down, gently touching your bare shoulder with his hand before going to sit in his seat across the table. 

“Would you like me to tell Chef that you’re here?” Matthew asked turning to Reed. 

“Only if he’s not busy Matt, we can’t have him slacking on a night like this-- full house, again?” he smiled and then looked over at you, a soft smile stretching across his lips. 

Matthew nodded and gathered your drink orders before stating your waiter, John, would be over soon. 

Once Matthew left, Reed tilted his head and smiled, like he was studying you. 

You felt his gaze on you, you looked up and smiled and softly chuckled as you were looking over the menu, “What’s the matter, my love?” 

He sighed softly and tsked before standing and taking his plate, putting it to the spot next to you, rather than across, “You’re too far away…” 

You put the menu down and giggled watching him, blushing at his efforts-- always wanting to be near you. 

He moved the chair as well and then sat down and looked at you for a moment then bit his bottom lip, “Mmm still not close enough…” he reached under your chair and pulled you closer to him, “Come ‘ere…”

You giggled more and grabbed your menu and plate quickly as he moved you, then set them down-- turning to look at him as he was now inches away from you. 

He reached over and cupped your cheek. You blushed and asked leaning into his touch, “Better?” 

He nodded and leaned in, whispering, “Better.” then kissed you slowly and deeply a few times. 

Your dinner was one of the best meals you’ve ever had. Reed and you shared each other's meals, taking bites of each other's dishes, and enjoying the food and atmosphere. 

You two were enjoying your glasses of wine, laughing together about a story Reed was sharing with you about his childhood and Ben’s-- waiting for your dessert to arrive when a gentleman and woman came to your table. The man playfully grabbbed Reed’s shoulder. 

“When were you going to tell me about DC, you cheeky bastard!” he shook his shoulder, deep belly laughing. 

You looked up to see who it was and you instantly noticed, a professor from the university, one you had years ago, your stomach dropped slightly. 

Reed nervously chuckled, “Davis! Long time, how are you?” he grabbed his hand and shook it, keeping his other arm around the back of your chair, lightly rubbing his thumb against your back to calm you and subconsciously, him. 

“I’m doing well— haven’t seen you since orientation!” he looked to his wife, “This guy is always locked in his office or lab testing some theory…” he looked back to Reed, “Doesn’t shock me one bit about what you’re doin’ this next year, you lucky duck!” he chuckled. 

You looked at Reed, not knowing what he was talking about, trying to read his energy and expression but before you could get him to look at you Davis chuckled again, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt you and your uh… date?” he smiled as you looked up at him with a small smile. 

Reed cleared his throat and looked at you, “I’m sorry, where are my manners? Honey, this is Davis Bellows, a professor I work with at the university…” he tried to keep his nerves from being apparent in his voice.

Davis held out his hand and you took it, shaking it softly, introducing yourself. 

He tilted his head after introducing you to his wife, “I’m sorry, have we met before? You look very familiar…” 

Reed’s posture stiffened up and his hand from your back moved to his knee, which was bouncing anxiously under the table, he was internally panicking. ‘Fuck he recognizes her… shit, shit…’ was running through his head. 

You could feel his leg bouncing and quickly looked at Reed, picking up on his anxiety. You wasted no time and took his hand under the table, giving it a supportive squeeze before looking up at your old professor. 

You had him for your freshman year, close to 4 years ago, but people can forget old professors, just like professors can forget old students, “I don’t believe so…” you smiled “I have come to see Reed at his work, perhaps you’ve seen me there?” you partially lied. 

Reed looked over at you the moment your hand held his and felt the anxiety of being caught melt away, he leaned over and kissed your temple gently, “She brings me coffee and dinner sometimes, don’t you, sweetheart?” another partial lie. 

You nodded and smiled at him, gently reaching your hand up to cup his cheek for a moment, “Long hours this one works, but it’s important work.” you smiled lovingly then turned to Davis, “I’m sure you’ve seen me one time or another then…” you smiled softly, taking Reed’s hand again under the table. 

He nodded and smiled at Reed’s gentleness, which no one got to see a side of-- which meant he was truly happy. Something Davis in the 5 years of knowing Reed, had never seen. He looked back at you, “That’s very likely, well it’s lovely to meet you…” 

You nodded and smiled back, “Likewise Davis…” 

He cleared his throat and smiled at Reed, “I’ll let you both get back to your dinner, I’m sorry to have interrupted, I just wanted to wish you well…” he nodded and winked, smiling genuinely before walking away with his wife. 

You smiled and took a deep breath before letting out a small chuckle, looking over at Reed, “I was one of the most annoying freshmen in his class and he doesn’t remember me… that’s shocking.” 

Reed let out a chuckle and leaned over to kiss your cheek, “How anyone could forget you… is beyond me…” he flirted.

You smiled and turned in your seat to face him more openly, “So tell me, what’s this DC thing?” you said smiling, thinking it wasn’t as big as it was.

He turned a little bit as well and bit the inside of his cheek before looking at you, “For the record, I was going to tell you about it later tonight. But also, I’ve already made my decision, so, I just… I need you to understand that it’s somethin’ I’m not budging on…” he softly said. 

He said that and your stomach took another slight drop– now feeling some anxiety creep up your back, “Reed, what’s going on?” 

He took your hand and kissed it softly, looking at you, brown eyes soft and kind, “Before the school year started, I was approached to teach at a university in DC for a full year starting at the end of this semester.” he looked at the table in front of him then back at you, “I accepted, without knowing well, you know…” he looked down at your hand and shyly smiled, “Bein’ in love wasn’t in the cards at the time…” he took a moment, swallowing and inhaling a small breath, “They announced it at the meeting today and honestly, I forgot about the whole arrangement, completely. I’ve been so busy with work and putting my time into us… it slipped my mind…” sighed softly, looking at your hand as he softly danced his fingers against it. 

You listened and nodded along, “When do you leave?” 

He looked up at you, “What?” 

You softly smiled, “Well, if it’s the school I’m thinking they’d ask you to teach at in DC, then it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity…” you looked down at your hands, “You’d be a fool not to go sweetheart…” 

He shook his head and ducked his head down to find your eyes, looking into them, “I’m not leavin’ you… I’m not leavin’ us. I can find another job, another university, hell, I’d find another career– but I can’t find another you.” he kissed your hand again, “If… I don’t know– maybe if circumstances were different and you didn’t need to stay for school, I’d ask you to come with me.” he sadly smiled, “...but I can’t ask you to sacrifice your education like that when you’re one semester away from graduation, so I’m stayin’…” he nodded, looking at you certain, stuck in his decision.

You tilted your head, confused, and chuckled softly, “Honey, I’m done with school at the end of this semester.” 

He looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Wait, what?” his posture changed, getting a tad bit closer.

You smiled and explained, “I took extra classes last year to put me on track to graduate at the end of the fall semester… that’s when my scholarship runs out.” you shrugged, “I graduate as soon as we are done this semester…” you lightly chuckled. 

He instantly felt the load he had been carrying for the past several hours disappear.

He surprised you when he leaned in and gently kissed you and before pulling back, whispering, “Then come with me…” saying it before his anxiety stopped him from asking. 

You opened your eyes and looked at him, now you were confused, again, “What?” 

“Come with me… to DC…” he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, swallowing nervously, “We’ll uh… move in together, just, do it… in a new place… together…” he tucked your hair behind your ear gently, “What do you say?” he looked at you, hope and sincerity in his eyes. 

You didn’t know what to say, your heart was nearly beating out of your chest, butterflies erupting in your stomach, and your mind racing a million miles a minute– so you smiled and nodded, whispering, “Ok…” 

He let out a small chuckle and looked into your eyes, “Yeah?” he smiled wider, “Really?” he raised his eyebrows and nudged his nose against yours as you continued to nod and giggle softly. 

“Yes, really…” you leaned in and kissed him, starting slow and deep, before slowly pecking his lips as you rambled on after a few moments sharing each other's lips, “Shit, we’ve got so much to do in that time to prep… we’ve gotta schedule movers, find a place, I need t-” 

Reed stopped your rambling by kissing you once then whispering, “I love you… God, I’m so in love with you…” his eyes danced over your face, memorizing its features from the freckles on your nose to the small dimple in your cheek, “I…it’s changed my chemical makeup. I’ll never be the same.” he smiled hovering against your lips, “I love you…” 

You bit your lip gently and looked at him before nudging his nose with yours, gently dancing yours with his, whispering back, “I love you…” 

Reed smiled and brushed your cheek softly, “I booked us a room upstairs, thought a small getaway could be nice, you wanna ditch dessert and order some room service?” 

You nodded, “Yes, please…” 

Reed stood and offered his hand for you to take when you heard a man’s voice with a Chicago accent boom from the dining area, “Do my eyes and ears deceive me? Did my dear friend Mister Reed Richards bring a girl to my restaurant?” 

A man around Reed’s age came out in culinary wear, grinning a shit-eating grin as he approached the two of you, “My my, aren’t you a gorgeous sight…” 

You smiled and chuckled lightly, “And you must be Ben… I’ve heard so much about you.” you winked. 

Reed instinctively put his hand on the small of your back, “Nice of you to come out and grace us with your presence…” he smiled at him, “Sweetheart, this is my good friend and the chef, Ben Grimm…” 

He held out his hand, “A pleasure to finally meet you…” 

You introduced yourself and smiled taking his hand and gently shaking it. 

He then gently kissed it and winked, “I’ve heard so much about you from Reed…” he let go of your hand and stood with his hands in his pockets, “He won’t stop talkin’ about you lately whenever he answers my calls…” he jabbed at Reed.

You blushed and looked up at Reed, “Is that so?” 

Reed narrowed his eyes and put his hand to his lip, messing with his facial hair above his chin, smirking at Ben for outing him, chuckling shyly. 

Ben grinned, “What’s that Richards, cat got your tongue bud?” 

Reed chuckled and shook his head then looked down at you, “Yes, that’s true… I talk about you often.” he smiled and rubbed the small of your back. 

You smiled and then looked at Ben, “Reed was just tellin’ me at dinner about you and the dance you two went to sophomore year of high school– remind me what did Ben do again, baby?” you smirked as you looked at Reed, playing chess with Ben, jabbing back teasingly.

Ben turned a shade of red and Reed chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cheek at your cheekiness, “Why don’t you refresh my memory, Ben, was it before or after the dance that you p-...” 

Ben quickly cut him off, waving his hands in surrender, “Ok, I get it, an eye for an eye…” he chuckled and came over, nudging his shoulder, “I’ll shut up.” he smiled and looked at you, nodding at Reed, “I’ll admit, it’s good to see him like this though.” he looked at him then at you, “You bring out a side of him I’ve not seen in a while-- I hope to see it more.” 

You smiled at Ben, “I'm not goin' anywhere so I'll continue to try…” you shyly looked down for a moment before looking up at Ben again.

Reed cleared his throat softly, smiling softly, “You’ll be seein’ it for a while long longer. She’s comin’ with me to DC…” he pulled you closer into him and kissed the top of your head. 

Ben smiled brightly, “That’s wonderful news! You’ll keep an eye on him for me, yeah?” he winked at you. 

You nodded and smiled warmly, “Of course! And you’ll have to come to visit– I’m dying to know how you made that tortellini tonight… was it a red wine reduction you did?” you complimented. 

He chuckled, “A woman with a refined pallet? Damn Reed, you’re one lucky man…” he tsked and then bowed his head, hearing the kitchen getting busy, then looked back up at the two of you, “I should get back. However, I’ll take you up on that offer. Let me know when you get to DC and I’ll come visit, cook you two a meal. Call it a house warmin’ gift.” he winked and started to back away slowly, “It was lovely to meet you, you take good care of my friend…” he smiled at you then looked at Reed, “And you, don’t do anythin’ I would— nothin’ to lose her…” he joked and winked. 

Reed winked at his friend and then reached down to take your hand, “Shall we?” he kissed it coming to stand in front of you. 

You blushed and hummed, looking up at him with nothing but love in your eyes, “Room service for dessert or can I order something off the menu?” you looked at his lips hungrily, slowly tracing your hand down the lapel of his dress jacket. 

“Something or someone, my love?” he grinned. 

Your eyes came to meet his, and you smirked, “Mmm… you think we can order up some strawberries and whipped cream?” you tilted your head playfully then took a step back, tugging gently on his tie.

He chuckled as he moved forward with you, reaching to grab your waist, “That doesn’t answer my question…” 

You bit your lip and let out a small giggle, “It doesn’t?” you lightly licked your lips and then your eyes trailed down to his belt, and you grinned before your eyes shot back up to his, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out then…” smirked.

You let go of his tie and began walking out of the restaurant doors towards the hotel elevator, swaying your hips and for a moment looking over your shoulder seductively, leaving him behind.

He grinned and chuckled lowly before he quickly pulled out his wallet, and threw whatever cash he had at the table for the meal and tip before rushing after you. His cock started to strain against his pants. 

You made it to the elevator just as it had opened. You got in and leaned your back against the wall, tilting your head at him as he was walking quickly towards you, “You comin’ handsome?” 

The bellboy looked back at you and then looked at him, “What floor sir?” he was turning a shade of red by the energy of the two of you. 

Reed lightly slapped a fifty dollar bill against the young man’s chest, “23, and if you keep your eyes forward I’ll double that…” 

The bellboy chuckled, shocked, “Yes sir…” he took the bill and clenched it in his hand before turning forward, focusing on the buttons as the doors closed. 

Reed then moved forward, and grabbed your waist, cupping your cheek, lowly growling, “You’ve been driving me mad with this dress all night…” he leaned down and began kissing you, passionately. He moved his hand from your waist to pull your leg up and wrap around him before sliding his hand down your calf to bring your dress up, slipping his hand under the fabric and up your bare skin. 

Your hands fell against his chest and loosely around his neck when he grabbed you, biting your bottom lip before his lips crashed into yours, taking the air right out of your lungs. 

He pressed himself against you, caging you in against the cold wall. You let out a small moan against his mouth as you could feel his achingly hard cock, begging to be released. 

He groaned softly and gripped onto your thigh, smirking, “Shh... behave…” he moved his lips to begin kissing your neck, causing your head to fall against the wall, pursing your lips together to hold in your sounds. 

As he kissed and softly sucked, his hand under your dress moved further up. To his ultimate surprise– finding you were not wearing panties. 

If he wasn’t in an elevator, with a bellboy and security camera, he’d fall to his knees and suckle at your core like it was his last meal. 

He cursed under his breath then moved up to your ear and whispered, “When were you going to tell me about you not wearin’ any panties?” he softly sucked on your earlobe. 

You couldn’t help but giggle instead of moan as your hand threaded through his hair, keeping his head where it was, “I wanted it to be a surprise…” you whispered back. 

His hand moved to slide between your legs, fingers dipping between your soaked folds, earning a sharp gasp from you followed by a strained whisper, “Reed…” before your hand moved from his head to grip his shoulder.

He pulled back from your ear and looked at you, grinning, “What’s wrong, my love?” he teased, slowly sliding his finger deeper within your folds, teasing your entrance. 

You looked at him and shook your head, then swallowed a moan down, your eyebrows furrowed and you bit your lip, chest heaving. 

He grinned and focused on your lips, watching each little reaction as he slowly slid a digit into your warmth. 

You gasped back a moan, feeling yourself clench around him, and then a loud ‘ding’ sounded, indicating one of two things– you prayed for the latter.

The bellboy softly cleared his throat, “Floor 23 sir…” keeping his eyes where they were. 

Reed smirked as he removed himself from you, bringing his finger to his lips and sucking it clean then quickly pecking your lips.

You bit your lip, aroused like a bitch in heat at that action.

He then backed up a step, reaching into his jacket to pull out a hundred-dollar bill, before taking your hand and pulling you with him, putting the bill in the front pocket of the bellboy's jacket, “Have a good night…” 

“You too…” he said nodding to Reed. 

“Oh, trust me, I will…” Reed said with a low timber to his voice as the elevator doors closed.

He pulled you up against him, leaning in, grinning, “Now, where were we?” he said breathlessly before his lips were back on yours, panting softly and you both devoured each other's lips.

After several minutes and being pinned against the wall, sharing heated passionate kissing of each other's lips and bodies, and almost undressing each other in the middle of the hall-- he picked you up and took you down the hall to enjoy his much-desired dessert for the rest of the night. 

the end...

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[almostfoxglove]

pedro pascal cinematic universe aus 29/?

the one where reed richards defiles the boundaries of science. (insp) (masterlist) (bonus: frankenstein's monster!tim rockford)

requested by @clawdee

[pedritosgirl2000]

Mister Fantastic

Reed Richards x f!reader

Omg it’s finally here!!! My first little drabble finally leaves the work in progress stage.

Pedro was finally confirmed as Reed Richards today and I just had the thought of him pulling you back with his stretchy arm into a hug and this was born.

Warning: angst (not all the way), fluff, cute shit, reader has no description, no use of y/n

Count: ~2.2k

Not proof read sorry not sorry k enjoy~

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You were crying, trying to just leave. You wanted to leave so badly but your legs just couldn't move.

"Tell me you don't love me... just tell me that." He whispers, standing just a few feet away from you.

"Reed..." Your voice cracks as you could barely get the sound out. Being with him was difficult, terrifying. You were in love with a superhero that risked his life every day and, although commendable and brave of him, you saw him almost die today and that was enough for you.

The romance you had built, the relationship, it started out in the strangest way. You were actually Sue Storm's best friend, at least you were until her ego took a hit from those powers they all got during that accident. You always wanted to get close to Reed, ever since you first met him. Sue got to him first though and you just let it be.

You had to force your feelings down for who-knows-how-long. Seeing them love each other, be so disgustingly in love. Then, she was the one who broke things off. She couldn't handle competing with his work. He was married to his job and she couldn't accept that.

You aren't a scientist, you work in marketing for a tech company but you're nowhere near as smart as he is. You would find him in his lab, working away into the late night hours. You were always so quiet when the break-up first happened, tiptoeing around him because you could tell it took a toll on him. You'd visit just for the company. You lived alone in an apartment complex, paying a bit too much for what it was worth.

You started to bring him a small coffee when you had the time to stop at the cafe next to the building. He wouldn't mind you being there, since all you did was sit and work on other projects.

Over the time you saw him heal, conversations would pop up on those late nights. You'd ask questions about all his work and he would try to simplify it so you could understand, comparing it to other things and just making it easy. You'd find yourself staring whenever he would go off on his tangents, admiring how he got so passionate when talking about his work.

You two started to hang out outside of the group. Sue and him kept things professional for work and still remained somewhat friends. It got easier as time went on. She noticed you two starting to be alone more and you were aware of the girl code but she was the one who left him. She would tell you how she doesn't love him the way she did anymore, how she was completely moved on. She also saw the way you'd look at him and understood, so she didn't say anything when you two started to see each other.

The first date was a mess, you were running late getting ready because work had kept you longer than scheduled, the restaurant messing up the dinner reservation, his car breaking down when he drove you home. It started raining right when the engine started to make a weird noise. You two had pulled over on the side of the road and waited for the tow. You laughed at the situation, seeing how it was all going downhill so quickly. He looks at you and you could've sworn, you saw the stars in his eyes when you looked back.

"Are you laughing at our misery?" He asks in a joking tone, obviously finding this funny as well.

You smile brightly, taking a good look at his face before nodding. "The universe wanted to give us a night to remember." You whisper softly, quickly getting lost in his eyes. The silence that filled the car was comforting. Nobody needed to speak to know what you both wanted at that moment. The only sound was the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the car. He leaned in slower than anything, cautious that he might be reading all these signals incorrectly. Your smile reassured him that he was doing everything right.

"Just fucking kiss me, Richards..." You whisper before leaning in to press your lips to his. His lips moved slowly but you could tell he held back. He wanted to pull you over that center console and hold you in his arms. You smile against his lips as one hand reaches up, gently being placed on your jaw to hold you. It felt like you two were like this for hours but when you finally pulled away, only a few minutes had passed.

The tow arrived not long after that. They managed to restart the battery and send you two on your way. You invited him in for a glass of wine and he ended up staying the night. Nothing happened but you were pleased to find him passed out and snoring slightly next to you the next morning.

From that point on, everything just got better for the both of you. Your late visits to his lab turned into little date nights in the lab. Your apartment became less lonely, as did his. It was fun to be around the group, especially Ben who was waiting for it to happen. He made a bet with Johnny that you two would get together, and Johnny ended up owing him $20.

Everything was perfect, and then you saw him go to space.

You thought your world had ended when you heard about the accident. Your life, everything you had with him, it all flashed before you when you were told. You didn't know if he was alive, only that there was an explosion and he was being treated, but no word on his condition. The officers talked to you but you just stood there in complete silence, the warmth and color from your body completely leaving you.

You felt like throwing up when you heard he was in the hospital being operated on. You were taken there, nearly carried because you just felt useless, frozen. Sitting in complete silence in the waiting room, you didn't trust your stomach to eat or drink anything. There was news about the others, they were in stable condition and recovering. You went to visit Sue in the meantime, thinking she might be able to help calm your nerves while you waited for something. You two sat in mostly silence as she felt your anxiousness.

"He'll be okay. If we survived, he will too." She says softly, just earning a small nod from you.

The doctor found you, you were asleep on the chair in Sue's hospital room. Hearing that he was alive and stable, you made a run to his room and found him asleep, wires hooked up to him everywhere.

You were there when he woke up, holding his hand and asleep on the most uncomfortable chair ever but you managed. He stared at you, wanting to tell you that he loved you right at that moment but the words couldn't come out. He lets you sleep, knowing you probably need it more than he does.

The discovery of his powers was scary for the both of you. Neither of you knew what was happening but all of the sudden, his limbs just began to stretch. At first, you were horrified, seeing parts of his face just droop to the floor like a horror film. You began to grow just more curious as time went by. His nights in the lab turned even longer as now he had himself to study. Susan and Johnny came to him upon the discovery of their powers, and then there was Ben. Ben hated the world for what he had become but Reed made life easier. Ben still hated being solid rock but Reed made things nicer with the special suits made to help with their powers. It controlled Johnny's body temperature, helped Sue blend in when she became invisible, molded to Ben's form, and stretched with his own body. You watched his brilliant mind create all of this, not knowing what the future now had in store for them.

Bringing it back to this moment, you were trying to leave. You waited for him in the lab, watching as he worked tirelessly on trying to help himself heal. The villain he faced today got too close to killing the man you love. You couldn't watch this anymore, you couldn't wake up to an empty bed. You two moved in together not too long ago and you wanted things to be like how they were. You missed his warmth, staying under the covers into the late morning before getting up and starting your days. You worked from home more often so you could catch him. The strain in your relationship became more apparent even if you chose to ignore it.

You look at him, tears in your eyes as you have had enough.

"I..." You can't get the sentence out because even if you leave him, you will spend the rest of your life devoting your love to him.

"I know... I know things are difficult right now but please... I need you more than anything. You are my support, my lifeline." Reed doesn't reach out to you but his words did. You could see him trying to hold back the tears, the complete destruction of emotions on his face.

"I can't see you almost die and have people expect me to be okay with it. Reed, you are everything to me. You are my world, my universe revolves around you. Don't go telling me that it shouldn't because no matter what, it will. I am so in love with you and I can't ever stop being in love with you. I hate you for making me love you so much... for allowing me to fall so damn hard." The tears stream down your cheeks again. It hurts you, thinking of being away from him. But it hurt you even more to think about him dying.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, his big brown eyes looking so sad. You loved those the most about him, his eyes. You couldn't count how many times you've gotten lost in them. "Please let me fix this. Let me fix us." He whispers softly when he doesn't get a response from you.

The silence hits again, but this one was much different than the others you've experienced with him. There was negative tension, anxiousness and sadness. You saw desperation in his eyes unlike anything you've ever seen before.

He calls your name out softly, breaking the silence first. You look into his eyes and, before you know it, an arm is stretched out to you, his hand hooking around your waist and pulling you to him. You let him hold you because you know you can't leave. You're stuck here but you'll never complain.

"Let's work together... and fix our broken pieces..." He whispers softly, his words making you look up at him as your hands rest flat against his chest. "This new life... we need to adapt and I'm not going to let you go. I'm not going to let you leave. I need you to keep me strong." He says as he leans in to press his forehead to yours.

"You're Mister Fantastic. You don't need me to be strong." You say through the soft gasps from crying. He holds you a little tighter and there's another pause before he breaks it. "I need you. I'll always need you." He whispers almost breathlessly.

He whispers your name, making you look into his eyes again. You swore you almost whimpered out loud when you got lost once again.

You opened your mouth to speak, closing your eyes and softly exhaling before finally letting a sound out.

"I'll stay..." You finally get out as you look up at him again. He looked so relieved, holding you tight and hiding his face in your neck.

"I love you... more than anything." He breathes out into your skin. "Even more than physics?" You ask with a little smile, causing him to chuckle. "Even more than physics. Although physics-"

"Are you really going to debate your love for me and talk about physics?" You laugh as you pull away just enough to see him smiling.

"Okay, okay." He shakes his head and adjusts his hold on you.

"I love you more than anything... more than science, more than life itself. If I could configure the stars in your image, it still wouldn't be comparable to your beau-"

"Oh now you're just overexaggerating!" You laugh even more, smiling as he leans in to give you a soft, gentle kiss.

"I love you Mister Fantastic..." You whisper the second he pulls away.

"And I love you... future Mrs. Fantastic." He smirks, that playful look in his eyes making you roll yours.

You couldn't wait for the future with him, your Mister Fantastic.

[kiss-me-muchoo]

ITS TOO MUCH PEDRO PASCAL CONTENT, 2025

[lonely-ey3s]

The Chemistry Between Us | part 3

reedrichards!professor x f!reader (teachers aid)

chapter summary: After dinner, you invite Reed in and he ends up spending the night. The two of you spend a night full of pleasure, lust, and the beginnings of what you both think could be something deeper.

chapter warnings: fluff, reed is not married to sue, small age gap(student is finishing degree, maybe 8-10 year gap), SMUT 18+ MDNI, f!receiving oral, m!receiving oral, unprotected piv, mutual pining, mentions of body insecurity, public sexual teasing/tension.

word count: 5.6k

a/n: thanks for all your patience this last week-- i've been super behind and am hoping to catch up this week. i had a lot of fun writing this chapter, so enjoy! as a reminder -- requests are open! ✨

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

Masterlist

You panted and pulled on his tie as he gently kissed your neck, holding you against your front door, “Well then, in that case, when you’re in trouble, do I call you Dr. Richards or…” You let out a surprised gasp and then moaned as he gently sucked on your earlobe, his hands dipping beneath your skirt.

He smirked, saying lowly into your ear as he lightly nibbled at it, “Dr. Richards is not what you want to call me when I’m in trouble… I like it too much coming off your sweet tongue to be called that when in trouble…” he hummed as he kissed the soft spot under your ear, “Just call me Richards when I’m in trouble… yes?” he kissed your skin.

You bit your lip and nodded in agreement, moaning softly as he began to softly suck your neck, “Yes, Dr. Richards…” and pulled his tie to become loose and undone, tossing it to the ground as he breathlessly asked against your skin, “Bedroom?” 

You giggled lightly and pulled his face back up to kiss you deeply a few times, becoming needy of his lips on yours, “Mmm down the hall, last door to the right.” you panted through heated kisses. 

He held your leg with one hand then the small of your back with the other as he began carrying you through your living room, feverishly kissing wherever he could place his lips. 

He made it down the hallway and opened your bedroom door, setting you down and then eagerly starting to unbutton his dress shirt as you worked at unzipping your dress, lips briefly parting, both kicking off your shoes.

You managed to unzip your dress but left it hanging on you before moving to help him with his buttons. His chest was heaving and his eyes hungry as his hands moved with yours to free him of this damned article of clothing. 

Once the last button was undone, he smirked as he grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, pulling your gaze back to him and grinned, “We’re going to do this slow…” he pulled you in by your waist and leaned down to kiss you deeply once before pulling back and whispering against your lips, “I want this to last, yes?”  

You lightly panted against his lips, your hands on his bare chest, inside his now undone shirt, “Yes, please…” you softly nudged his nose with yours. 

He slowly backed you up until your knees hit the bed softly before whispering, “Turn around for me, darling…” 

You turned around slowly, swallowing nervously. It had been months since a man saw you naked and even then he didn’t care even a fraction that you feel Reed does.

You weren’t insecure, but you always felt you fell short when it came to how your body looked. You had some curves and weren’t the traditional body type you knew all men wanted. You knew Reed wasn’t like other guys in the slightest, but a part of you wanted to be perfect for him.

He lightly trailed his fingertips down your spine that was exposed due to the dress being unzipped, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips.

He swallowed softly, attempting to calm himself down, to slow down, savor this. 

He studied your body for a moment before his other hand moved your hair to one side of your shoulder. He leaned down and kissed your neck softly, “You’re so beautiful…” he spoke into your skin before he used his hands to push the loose dress off your body, revealing a black lace set. 

His breathing picked back up and you could have sworn he groaned under his breath but he gently unclasped your bra with ease before letting that fall to the ground as well. 

Your breath hitched as you felt the sudden exposure to the colder air touch your skin, eliciting goosebumps across your body and your nipples to perk.

He put his hands on your waist and slowly turned you around to face him, his eyes drinking in every inch of your body before landing on your eyes and a small shy smile spread across his lips. His thumbs were rubbing softly into your waist.

You reached up and gently caressed his cheek, feeling his skin, studying his features, stepping a small step forward, “Reed?” you softly said. 

He put his hand on yours and brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles, “Hmm?” 

“I want to take care of you…” you shyly admitted. 

He smiled against your hand and kissed it again, “And I you…” he softly spoke before leaning in, and kissing you passionately, slowly. 

Your hands started moving down to remove his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before they moved to start undoing his belt.

Once unbuckled you made swift work of unbuttoning and zipping his trousers, pushing them down, leaving him in just his briefs. 

Your fingertips brushed lightly across the waistband, delicately dancing back and forth between the fabric and his soft skin that lay there. He groaned softly against your lips, stepping out of his pants and kicking them to the side before he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you close to him, your kisses between each other becoming more urgent. 

You moved swiftly from his lips to kiss his neck then down to his collarbone, whispering, “I want to take care of you…” you said again as you kissed his chest and then began to sink to your knees, looking up at him, “May I?” 

His breath got stuck in his throat for a moment seeing you down on your knees, and his chest heaved, he was lost for words at the sight in front of him so he opted for a nod and smirk before swallowing hard feeling your lips kiss the bulge of the fabric, “Fuck…” he reached forward and grabbed your bedpost, holding onto it for dear life as you dragged your lips up his bulge to kiss the waistband. 

You looked up and noted how he was slowly crumbling above you, you grinned and dipped your fingers beneath his band before tugging it down to release his cock which sprang free, hard, and aching, leaking pre-cum. 

You let his boxers melt downwards to his ankles, before taking your hand slowly up his thigh to wrap around his thickness, biting your lip gently as you noted the girth and size, making you flutter against nothing down between your thighs.

You started to stroke him slowly a few times before taking your tongue and placing it flat against his shaft, licking it upwards, then swirling it around his tip. 

His eyes fluttered shut the second your tongue was on him, groaning softly, jaw clenched tightly. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body as you went around the tip, causing his knees to buckle.

He caught himself but grunted at how good you were with his cock, how good you made him feel with barely any effort. 

You kissed his tip and looked up at him, wrapping your lips around the tip and slowly sinking him into your warm mouth before slowly bringing him off then doing that again before pulling off and swallowing, hoarsely whispering, “God you taste so good…” you licked your lips before you did all that again, except doing a little deeper down your throat and stroking him at the base gently. 

He grunted the first time and clamped onto the bedpost as you sunk onto him, a small tug gathering in his navel. 

After that he bit his lip and groaned, hissing softly as you sunk deeper, chuckling lowly at one point, and smirked feeling himself deeply in your warmth, “Oh god, you feel so good wrapped around my cock…” he moved his hand to the back of your head and softly guided you up and down on his cock, pumping his hips gently as well, creating lewd sounds coming from your pretty little mouth as you softly would gag on his cock —as it’d graze the back of your throat. 

You moved your hand that was lying on your thigh up to his thigh, grounding you to him. You looked up as he fucked your mouth, eyes watering, moaning softly as you felt yourself soak your panties as you did this for him.

His jaw slacked open, eyebrows knit together and he groaned, “Fuck you look so pretty on your knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock…” he softly gripped a handful of your hair. 

You sunk onto him deeply one more time before pulling off and panting softly, swallowing a heap of saliva before stroking him with your hand fully, moving down to kiss and suck his balls to which he grunted and chuckled shaking his head, “Mmm if you do anything further I won’t last long… and fuck baby… I need you.” he looked down and captured your chin with this thumb and index finger, “I need to take care of you now…” his eyes went dark with lust and hunger. 

You blushed and bit your lip, nodding softly. 

He used his grasp on your chin to pull you up to stand before he grinned and leaned down, kissing your lips softly, “Tell me, how wet are you from sucking my cock, sweetheart?” 

You took his hand that was gently grabbing your chin and kept eye contact with him as you led his hand between your bodies to dip beneath your panties and feel the wetness between your folds with his fingers.

You smirked, and reached forward and nipping his bottom lip gently, “I couldn’t help it, you felt so good inside my mouth…” you purred inches from his lips, your free hand threading through his hair. 

He licked his lips gently and then smirked as he nodded along with what you said before dipping his finger slowly inside you, making you gasp and moan softly, “Mmm you gonna be a good girl and take my cock?” he cooed as his finger sunk deeper into your core. 

You nodded and lightly began to pant, “Yes…” you moaned softly feeling him lightly skim over your spongy soft spot deep within. 

He noticed and sunk a second finger in slowly, watching as your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure, “Eyes on me…” 

You opened your eyes and gasped when he started curling his fingers up against that spot, making your knees buckle and a loud moan escape your lips, “Oh fuck…” you whispered. 

Reed groaned satisfied, “There we go… there’s that sweet spot…” he nudged your nose with his, “Those sounds you make, don’t stop ‘em angel… I want your neighbors to hear.” he pecked your lips as you nodded. You moaned again to him putting a little more pressure deep within you.

He kept that up for a few more moments, building you up to where he knew you were close as you were softly begging him to keep going. However, he stopped and removed his fingers from your core, “Mmm we need to wait… I want to taste you when you cum…” he leaned down to capture your lips in a heated passionate kiss as he put both hands on your waist and picked you up to wrap around his waist again, his cock was now dangerously close to your entrance. 

He kissed you as he held you and knelt on the bed, crawling you both to the top before settling between your legs with his weight, involuntarily grinding into you, seeking relief. His cock teasing you through your panties. 

You let out a breathless moan, he smirked as he leaned down to kiss your jaw then neck before he slowly made his way down between your legs, pulling off your panties in the process, and throwing them over his shoulder. 

You sat up on your elbows and watched him make his way down, shyly biting your lip, blushing a new shade of red seeing him between your legs. 

He put one thigh of yours over his shoulder and threaded his arm under to hold your hip while the other hand came between his body and yours to trace down your wet slit, making you hum out a moan. 

He watched hungrily as his pointer finger sunk back into your core with ease, making you gasp and your chest arch forward, putting your beautiful breasts and perky nipples on display for him. 

He removed his finger, looked up at you, grinning before taking his tongue and dragging it up your folds to flick against your clit, tasting your sweetness. He hummed and pulled off briefly, “Mmm you taste so sweet…” he cooed before sinking his lips over your clit and began sucking on it lightly. 

You moaned and gripped the sheets beneath you, “Fuck baby…” you fell back against the pillows in pleasure, chest heaving as you began to pant quickly, that fire building back up.

He lapped up your sweetness, swallowing every ounce he could, drunk on it, eyes fluttering shut, enjoying himself as he feasted on you as you moaned and begged for him to keep going, his name falling off your lips when he’d dance his tongue against your clit in a quick motion. 

After a few moments of teasing our clit he slid his finger back in, dragging it back and forth a few times, kissing and sucking on your clit, groaning, feeling you start to tighten against his finger as you moaned and begged for him to keep going above him. 

He added a second finger shortly after, dragging them both in and out of your soaking core before burying both deep and curling them upwards again against that spongy part of you, making your back arch up off the bed, moaning his name loudly then gasping, “F-Fuck…” as your hand flung to grab his hair and hold him right where he was as you came on his fingers and tongue. 

Your legs quivered as you felt waves of ecstasy run over you as he continued to devour you, dragging every ounce of your orgasm out of you before slowly pulling his fingers out and pulling off your clit with a soft pop. He softly hummed and gently kissing your thigh, “God I can’t get enough of you…” he groaned kissing down your thigh gently, inhaling your sweet scent. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the ceiling feeling as if you were on a cloud by how hard you just came. Your chest moved up and down as you tried to control your breathing, “I… same…” you lightly giggled as your mind was mush. 

He smiled and chuckled lightly against your skin and slowly crawled back up your body, his knees spreading your legs wide for him as his hips sunk into yours, cock nestled between your folds. 

He put a hand by your head before leaning down, “Mmm can’t get enough of your lips on mine…” he leaned down and kissed you slowly, deeply, and lovingly, moving his hand to cup your cheek, pulling you close to him.

You tasted each other on one another's lips, furthering the intoxication you both were experiencing off each other. The both of you are drunk on each other, not wanting any of this to stop or end.

He continued to kiss you before he slowly pulled back and caressed his thumb across your cheek, “I need you…” he started to rock his hips, sliding his cock between your folds, making his breath quick and excited. 

You put your hand on his and nodded, chest slowly heaving, “I need you…” you repeated, keeping eye contact with him, smiling softly. 

He nudged his nose against yours, “I need to grab a condom in my wallet… I’ll be right back…” he went to move when you shook your head, and smiled, pulling him back to you, “It’s safe…” you shyly looked down, “I-I mean… a condom isn’t needed if you don’t want to use one… I have an implant…” you touched his chest tenderly.

Reed used his hand to bring your eyes back up to his, by holding your chin with his thumb and pointer finger again, “This isn’t what I want darling, this is your choice entirely as it’s your body…” he gently rubbed your chin with his thumb, keeping eye contact with you, “I don’t mind a condom– however, I will never do something that makes you uncomfortable just for the comfort and hunger to have things be my way…” nudged your nose softly, looking at you lovingly. 

You smiled softly, your heart feeling full, “It’s safe…” then brought your hand to his cheek, gently stroking your thumb against his scruff, “I want to feel you… and I want you to be able to fully feel me…” you confessed softly.

He nodded and moved his hand between your bodies to take his cock in his grasp. He looked down briefly, feeling you kiss his head softly, making him smile and his heart full as he lined his hips up with yours and notched himself at your entrance before looking back up and finding your eyes.

His eyes danced between your eyes and lips for a moment, captivated by your beauty, struck speechless. 

You slowly smiled seeing him and touched his cheek gently, “Sweetheart?” 

His eyes found yours and his smile matched yours as he leaned down and whispered against your lips, “I’m sorry, got distracted…” confessed shyly. 

You chuckled and leaned up, pulling him down by his cheek to capture his lips, kissing him slowly and passionately as he slowly sunk himself into you, moaning against his lips. 

He began slowly rocking himself in and out of you, one hand holding your hip. 

You parted from his lips and moaned, “God you’re so thick, you feel so good…” you cooed, panting lightly against his lips. 

He hissed and clenched his jaw, softly grunting, “Fuck you’re tight, you feel so good wrapped around me…” he nudged your nose softly, putting his forehead against yours, “F-fuck…” he felt you flutter around him. 

You moved your hand from his cheek to thread into his locks, holding onto them as if they were a lifeline, a tie back to the real world and not this complete ecstasy. 

Reed pecked your lips, moaning against them before picking up the pace, starting to thrust a little faster but still keeping a steady pace, wanting this to last. 

You panted feeling the pace pick up and moaned his name as your head fell back further and your eyes rolled back, starting to roll your hips with his. 

He took advantage of your exposed neck and began sucking small love bites into it, marking you gently with his lips, grunting and groaning feeling as he felt a deep pull behind his naval so he slowed down and began grinding his hips in a different rhythm, pushing off his orgasm. 

You kept your hand on the back of his head, gently holding his head to your neck, fingers threaded in his locks, gently tugging with each little jolt of pleasure you felt when his tip would knock against your g-spot leaving you begging for more breathlessly. 

He moved his lips down to your breast and began softly sucking love bites into the soft flesh there, grinning as your back arched against his lips when he got a little too eager with one, “Mmm you like that?” he did it again to test your reaction which resulted in you moaning, “Y-Yes… mark me, make me yours.” you begged. 

He moved his lips to your other breast and began sucking another mark into the under part of your breast, his hips unconsciously speeding up due to how hot he felt this was. 

You groaned and smiled, “Fuck I’m going to cum…” you moaned and felt the coil that had been building up, start to become weak. 

Reed came back up and kissed your lips a couple of times passionately before pulling back and leaning his forehead against yours, “Come for me, darling…” cupping your cheek, keeping your eyes on him, “Come undone on me baby… Let go…” he begged. 

You panted quickly, your eyebrows knitted together and you felt a wave of extreme ecstasy take over your body causing your moan to catch in your throat before letting it go as your back arched up against him, “Oh yes, baby, please…” you cried out. 

He smirked and groaned, “Good girl. F-fuck…” he felt you flutter around him. 

He grunted as he felt himself slipping, getting close to orgasm. 

He wanted to pull one more out of you so he took his hand that was holding him up and put it on the back of your knee to bring your leg up, opening up your pelvis more for him. He took his other hand and laced his fingers with yours before pressing it against the mattress by your head, “I’m close…” he whimpered and his eyes rolled back as you fluttered against him once more, “F-Fuck… but I want to give you one more baby…” he reached down and kissed your lips deeply, “Can you give me one more?” he kissed you again, rocking his hips into you, panting against your lips, groaning softly. 

You nodded and smirked against his lips, “Mmm yes…” you moaned softly. 

He started to speed his hips up, thrusting into you so deeply that he had bottomed out and you felt him continually graze your g-spot, making you moan louder and louder the more intense the pleasure got. 

You felt a fire deep in your belly and gripped onto his hand, “I’m close… baby… fuck…” you nudged his nose softly and cried softly, “Please come with me… fill me up…” 

Reed grinned, “Yeah? Want me drippin’ out of your sweet pussy tomorrow in class?” he pushed your leg a little more upwards, getting deeper. 

You nodded and bit your lip, “I want you to know while you’re teachin’ us quantum mechanics that I’m full of you…” you purred, purposely clenching around him. 

He groaned and grinned, “Fuck that’s hot…” he pumped into you faster, pressing into your hand, leaning his forehead against yours.  

“I want you to know I’m sitting there with your cum soaking my panties…” you moaned feeling him jolt inside of you, knowing this was exciting him. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You like staking your claim on me, marking me up, claiming me as yours…” you whined, panting feeling that pull deep within, “F-Fuck…” you gripped his hand, moaning his name softly. 

He groaned and then let go of your leg and cupped your cheek, softly speaking out of breath, “I like knowing you are mine and I’m yours…” he brought your lips to his and kissed you slowly and deeply then smiled against your lips and groaned, “Fuck, fuck… f-fuck…” he whined before his hips shuttered and he was spilling deep inside you, which you shortly followed, legs quivering around his waist as you came feeling him fill you up. 

You both continued to kiss each other, slowly and lazily, his hand slowly letting yours go to brush your hair back or explore your body, tenderly.

After some time, he pulled back and nudged your nose with his, humming softly, not wanting to leave but his eyes caught the time on your nightstand clock, “It’s getting late… I should let you get some sleep…” he gently kissed your cheek. 

You reached up and gently kissed his lips, brushing his hair back gently with your fingers, “You don’t have a car…” You gently smiled, “We had to leave it at the restaurant…” you kissed him again, lingering just a little longer that time against his lips. 

He hummed and smiled against your lips, gently pulling away, then lightly peppering you with kisses on your cheek, jawline, shoulder, and collarbone as he softly said, “I can get a cab darling…” he hummed as he leaned back up to kiss your lips, pulling out of you, which earned a small hiss from both of you. 

You put your hand on his cheek and stroked his cheek softly with your thumb, “What if…” you took a small breath, gathering some bravery, not wanting to overstep, “What if you stayed the night?” you smiled softly, biting your lip shyly, “I’ll cook you breakfast in the morning…” 

He moved off of you but laid to the side of you on his side, still facing your lips, he traced his fingers lightly over your skin, looking down at you adoringly, “That’d be ok with you? I don’t want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable…” his eyes danced across your features.

You put your hand on his chest and leaned into him, “Reed, I wouldn’t ask if I was uncomfortable…” you smiled sweetly, “In fact, I’d be uncomfortable if you were to leave…” you shyly looked down at your hand as your fingers traced small patterns into his skin. 

He tilted his head and smiled softly at your admission, then used his thumb and pointer finger to again pull your gaze back up to him, “Well in that case, I’d love to stay…” then leaned in and slowly kissed your lips, starting tender and soft but slowly progressing to passionate and deep kisses as he wrapped you in his arms, pulling the sheets over the two of you and for the first time in a very long time, having the best sleep of his life. 

Reed woke to the sound of Oli meowing at him on the nightstand sweetly. He chuckled softly and reached over and pet under his chin gently, “Mornin’ to you too, Oli…” 

Oli purred and melted against his hand, before hopping off the nightstand and running out of the room, out into the hallway. 

Reed turned and smiled seeing you still wrapped in his arms turned into his chest, sleeping peacefully. He kissed your forehead softly and took his fingers, lightly running them along your arm, watching you sleep. He saw a small smile stretch across your lips as you were dreaming and you hummed sweetly, completely content and deep in sleep. 

He took his hand and lightly brushed some loose pieces of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. His heart was full and he had never felt this way about someone before, felt so content in someone’s bed the night after. Usually he’d always deeply regret staying the night or made a quick and painless escape as the energy from the past night had been sucked dry by sleep. However, the energy remained, if not grown. 

He peeked over your shoulder and saw the time, he leaned in and softly kissed your cheek then got up slowly and quietly, careful not to disturb your slumber.  

He searched the floor for his boxers and put them on before combing through his hair with his hands— quietly making his way out to your kitchen. 

He made quick work of finding where most things were and within 10 minutes had coffee brewing, breakfast cooking on the stove, and had even found Oli’s food under the sink to feed him. 

About 20 minutes later, you woke up to the smell of coffee and the warmth of the sun creeping in through your window onto your skin. You took a deep breath, smelling Reed’s scent etched into your sheets, and smiled hearing him softly hum from your kitchen. 

You slowly sat up and saw the mess of clothes from last night that had littered your bedroom floor which caused you to giggle. You got up and grabbed his button-up and your panties, putting both on and then walking out to the kitchen. 

Reed knew you insisted on cooking him breakfast if he’d stayed but whether he wanted to admit it or not, one of his love languages was acts of service, and cooking breakfast for you was something he was very happy and excited to do, to take care of you. 

You leaned against the doorway and watched him as he cooked some eggs and bacon on the stove, smiling and lightly biting your lip. 

“You know I wasn’t just trying to get you to sleep over by a false promise of cooking you breakfast, handsome…” you teased. 

He turned and immediately his face lit up, he smiled brightly, “You’re awake…” he took the pan off the burner and took one of the coffee mugs he had poured coffee into, excitedly bringing it over to you, “A splash of creamer and two sugar packs, right?” he smiled softly. 

You looked up at him and then looked down at the mug, taking it, chuckling shyly, “How did you…” 

“We drink coffee a lot during our meetings… I uh… paid attention to how you preferred yours…” he confessed. 

You looked up at him and smiled, blushing softly, taking a small sip, giggling, covering your mouth as you swallowed, “Thank you… it’s perfect.” 

He watched and smiled when you giggled then nodded at your gratitude. He then took your mug back, putting it on the counter behind him, and came back to you, “I’m sorry, I just need to do one thing before anything else happens…” he chuckled softly and cupped your cheek with one hand, pulling you in by the waist with the other and captured your lips with his, kissing you slowly and deeply a couple of times. 

You blushed and smiled as soon as you knew what he was doing, immediately putting your hands on his chest and waist to also pull him close. 

He pulled back slowly, keeping his eyes closed, and inhaled slowly and softly, “Good morning darling…” 

You smiled widely, keeping your eyes closed as well against his lips, “Good morning indeed, handsome…” 

After you both ate breakfast, drank your coffees, and sat on the couch together for about a half hour, enjoying reading the morning paper while you were wrapped in each other's arms— you had to get to your first class of the day before Reed’s this afternoon. 

Reed said he would see you in class and thought it best to go home to get a change of clothes as well as grab his car from the restaurant before his first class. 

He left yours after you both took a shower together, dragging out every single minute you could have together before he inevitably needed to leave when you locked up to get to your first class.

Reed made it back to the university after running those few errands and freshening up. However—once he got to his classroom and had a moment of quiet. He instantly felt the weight of being away from you after such a lovely evening and morning together— how it left bitterness and coldness in your absence.

You brought such warmth and color into this life, you made him happy. With you, life wasn’t only about math equations and chemical reactions, it was about more. In fact, in the last 12 hours, he didn’t once think about his work, how pressing it was, how much dread it gave him to feel stuck on that one specific part he’d been trying to decipher for the last 3 days. He thought about other things like— what flowers you might like, how the candlelight illuminated your smile, how soft your lips were against his, how you smelled of coconut and vanilla when he held you close last night, thought about how perfectly his morning felt for the first time in a very long time with you by his side. It felt perfect being with you, being around you.

Before he knew it students started to pile into the lecture hall and his heart pounded excitedly as he waited to see you come through those doors. 

After a few moments, you appeared and immediately caught him watching for you.

You blushed and smiled at him offering a small wave, to which he offered a small nod and soft smile.

You then made your way down the stairs to where you sat, his eyes watching you before shyly looking down at the lesson plan on his desk and standing and clearing his throat, gathering the class's attention, “Good afternoon everyone...” he turned and started writing on the board ‘Quantum Mechanics’, smiling to himself remembering what you said last night about this topic before turning around and pointing at the board, “Let’s start at the fundamentals… who can tell me the three main key topics?” he turned to face the class and his eyes fell on you.

You raised your eyebrow playfully and then uncrossed your legs, showing only him you had no panties on then slowly recrossed them– before smirking as you raised your hand along with a few other students to answer his question.

He swallowed shyly and turned a slight shade of red seeing what you did. He turned his head and quickly called on a student across the room who also had their hand raised. 

He then turned to the board to hide the small bulge betraying him in his trousers to write down what the student answered. 

After drawing out enough time to write things on the board he turned back around and thankfully the bulge was gone but he mentally noted he couldn’t look at you for the rest of the lecture, not when you were playing with fire like that. 

Halfway through you noticed that he would only look to the other side of the room and had been avoiding looking your way since your little stint – nevertheless, you took that as a challenge.

He went over quantum entanglement briefly when you raised your hand to ask a follow-up question, which you rarely ever did. 

He kept talking not seeing your hand so you softly cleared your throat to grab his attention to which he stopped speaking, and turned to you, “Yes, miss?”

He looked into your eyes and gave you a look asking you to please behave, you bit your lip and leaned forward slightly, pushing your cleavage up and out towards him and you smiled sweetly, “I’m sorry Professor, I don’t mean to interrupt, but you said that quantum entanglement is, “a phenomenon where two particles are connected, even when separated by vast distances.” – at which level does that happen? Subatomic?” you tilted your head playfully as you uncrossed your legs again, this time for a few moments longer before crossing them back again before leaning back in your seat, satisfied. 

Reed stood there for a moment, entranced by your actions, seeing right through you, however still no better than a lustful man. He cleared his throat and nodded, “Y-yes miss, you’re correct… uh… if you’ll follow me back over here…” he finally said before turning back and walking to the blackboard quickly and scribbling some equations to show his point, getting himself back under control but needing to get himself sitting down as he sees himself breaking again soon with how you’re playing with him. 

He scribbled an equation on the board and then turned to the class, “For the remainder of the time we have today, I’d like to see how you all work this equation… if you have any questions, please come see me at my desk.” he nodded and then sat at his desk and looked around at the students as they all scribbled down the equation then he found you, your eyes already on him. 

You blushed and grinned before mouthing, ‘I’ll stop…’ then winking before looking down to solve the equation in your notebook.  

He couldn’t help but softly smile but roll his eyes and looked down shyly at his papers.

It didn’t take long for him to start thinking of how he was going to handle your behavior after class as he graded some papers— that bulge returning.

The moment class dismissed he cleared his throat and called your name then slightly smirking as he asked, “Could I see you in my office?”

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