A Lesson in Discretion
Characters: Professor!Dean, Student!Reader, Professor!Singer (briefly)
Warnings: Student/teacher relationship, maybe a bit of fluff, things get a little hot and heavy
Word count: 700 ish
Description: The reader is a student in Professor Winchester’s class in college. Little does everyone know, their relationship is a little more than just student and teacher…
A/N: I had a lot of fun with this! The idea is from @larajadeschmidt13 for her 400 follower challenge. I chose to do a professor!Dean and my prompt is in bold. I suppose this could be read as a high school fic but I intended for it to be set in college to make it a little more appropriate age-wise and things. Like I said, I enjoyed writing it so I may turn this into a series, who knows? Enjoy xx Masterlist
I spin my pen around in my hand, barely paying attention to the lecture. I’m already way ahead in the class so why bother. Ah, the perks of being a nerd. Although, I wouldn’t exactly call being bored out of my mind for an hour everyday fun.
“Okay, your assignment is due next Friday. See you after the weekend everybody.” Our professor barely looked up from grading papers. Slowly, I pack up my things, taking much more time than is necessary, until almost every other student has left the lecture hall. “Miss Y/L/N! Can I have a quick word please?”
“Yes, sir.” I act casual, like always, to avoid arousing any suspicion. When I reach his desk, we watch the door together as the last person leaves.
“We still on for tonight?” Dean asks, smiling up at me from his chair the moment the door clinks shut.
“Yeah, I’ll bring the pizza. What time should I come round?” I lean over so he can see down my low cut blouse I’m wearing right down to my lace black bra- I bought both especially for this purpose. His eyes shift down and linger for a moment.
“Uh… Seven. And don’t forget to use the back entrance!”
“Of course. This isn’t my first rodeo.” I wink.
“Don’t you have a lesson to get to?” Dean finally asks, tearing his attention away from my chest. I lean back from the desk a little and pick up his apple, taking a bite. I keep eye contact and move my mouth slowly, reveling in my power over him at this moment. He shifts in his chair, repositioning himself.
“Yeah but, I hate math.” I pull a childish frown making him laugh.
“Well, I do have a free period next. You could stay if you want to for some extra tuition…” His voice is low like a growl as I lean over the desk again.
“Professor Winchester! Are you suggesting what I think your suggesting?” My voice is almost a whisper, my face now inches away from his. I can smell his cologne mixed with the coffee on his breath and it’s intoxicating.
“Is that a no?” He moves closer, our lips almost touching.
“I have to get to math.” I pull away teasingly.
Sliding off the desk, I make my way to the door. To my surprise, he quickly grabs my hand, spinning me round and pulling my close.
“Such a tease! You’re not getting away that easy.” His voice makes my knees weak. One hand firmly on my back, he pulls me into a fervent kiss. I let out a small moan when he nips playfully at my bottom lip.
“Y/N! Seeing you in this shirt all lesson has been doing crazy things to me.” He breathes. His hands slip under my blouse, brushing against my goose bump covered skin.
“Good to see it’s worked!” I gasp as he kisses my neck, his breath warm on my skin. Then, lowering his hands, he lifts me onto the desk and I giggle with pleasure. I start to lean back slowly, his hands guiding me, so I can lie on the desk. Suddenly, a tapping on the door breaks us apart.
We shuffle quickly, me straightening my clothes, him wiping away traces of my lip gloss from his mouth with the back of his hand. I hop off of the desk and stand in a more student-like position. We move fast; this isn’t the first time this has happened.
“Come in!” Dean projects and our interruption enters the hall.
“Profes-oh, I didn’t realise you had company. I need to go over next week’s plan with you.” Professor Singer says, barely taking any notice of me.
“Okay. I hope this can help you with the assignment Miss Y/L/N.” Dean says professionally, handing me a slip of paper.
“Thank you, sir.” I nod, sashaying towards the door for Dean’s benefit. Before leaving, I give him another quick wink, unbeknownst to Professor Singer.
Finally out off the classroom, I start heading to my maths lecture. On my way, I unfold the note Dean gave me.
‘Pepperoni stuffed crust.
Don’t forget garlic bread.
Nice shirt by the way ;)