Professor Irwin A.I
word count: 4700+
summary: teacher!Ashton, y/n is late to class and her teacher isn’t very happy about it
requested?: yes, I hope you liked it Anon ;) YALL NEEDED TO STOP ME WHILE WRITING THIS IT’S TOO ATTACKING. I’M SORRY FOR ATTACKING YOU ALL actually i’m not this is filthy af and i don't’ regret a single word
I chewed on the back of my pen as I absentmindedly stared outside the high auditorium window. I wasn’t really paying attention to whatever my Professor was saying, he always dragged on about unimportant information in the first 15 minutes of class.
As my eyes drifted back to the front I made eye contact with a pair of hazel and green eyes, the mysterious man’s mouth twitching into a small smirk as he walked towards my Professors desk. He was stunning, tanned skin with a sandy blonde quiff flopping on his head and a mouth that made my thighs clench.
He had an aura of authority, and held the brown leather satchel on his shoulder, hand gripping the strap so tight his muscles tensed in his shirt. He wore his clothes well and I had already figured out that he would’ve looked 10 times better without them.