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In My Professor's Arms 10:00 p.m.
Emily's POVI stood up from my bed. The apartment humming with a quiet I couldn't unwind into, the clock ticking after 10:00 p.m. as I stood propped against the kitchen counter, my glass of juice clammy in my hand, the tartness still souring my tongue.Sophia had come out of the room she was and laid on the couch. She sprawled across itas if she'd laid claim to it, her can of soda perched on the coffee table, her dark hair fanned across the cushions. Her boots had been kicked off by the door, her bag unzippered beside them—her first night staying over, and already the room felt smaller, her presence a spark to the sterile borders of this space.The city buzzed quietly outside, a low hum through the windows, and I saw her scrolling her phone, her black top riding up as she reached out, a sliver of skin catching the light from the lamp."You're too wired for someone who's been on her feet all day," I said, putting my glass down, the sound of it loud in the quiet. I walked over to the li
Last Updated : 2025-03-21In My Professor's Arms 9.00 a.m.
(Emily's POV)The couch groaned under Sophia, her steady, deep breaths. The clock flashed 9:00 a.m. as Sunday morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, reflecting off the sticky residue of her soda can on the coffee table. My juice glass remained sitting fresh on the counter, sour on my tongue, the residual buzz of last night still vibrating beneath my skin.I leaned against the wall, watching her move, her dark hair a tangled mess over the pillows. She groaned, rolling over onto her back, her black top riding up as she arched. Her eyes opened with a slow heaviness."Shit, what time is it?" she slurred, voice thick.I smiled, approaching her, juice in hand. "Late enough. You slept hard."She smiled, lazy and sharp, smearing her face. "I worked for it yesterday. Work was hell." A deep breath. "And then you had the nerve to take me out afterwards."I laughed, short and easy, plopping onto the armrest. "Like you struggled."She grinned. "Fair." Then, exhaling a breath, she swung her
Last Updated : 2025-03-22In My Professor's Arms Seeing the "naughty" off
(Emily's POV) The couch creaked under Sophia, her chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths, relaxing as the clock ticked 9:00 a.m. Sunday morning. Light poured through the blinds, reflecting off the ring her soda can left on the coffee table. My glass of juice had stayed cold on the counter, the acidity still burning on my tongue, a reminder of last night's blur of wine and laughter thrumming under my skin. I slumped against the wall, watching her stir. Her dark hair was a tangle of knots over the cushions, her black top rolled up as she rolled onto her back, eyes cracking open slowly, heavy with sleep. "Shit, what's the time?" she slurred, her words thick with sleep. I smiled, advancing, juice in hand. "Late enough—you slept hard," I told her, and she smiled slowly, stretching her face into a smile as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Worked for it yesterday—the hospital was hell," she complained, exhaling a deep breath, swinging her legs over the side of the couch. "Then y
Last Updated : 2025-03-24In My Professor's Arms Late night tranquility
Emily's POVThe garage of the hospital was only viewable from my rearview as I drove away slowly, Sophia's sedan just in front of mine, as we have to drive the little way to the main road, immediately out the hospital's gate.She whined her window down, gave a little beautiful smile, while waving her hand before hand before drifting into the road. The time is just a little past 5:00 p.m. on a calm Sunday evening. The city was not so lively, just a dull, blur atmosphere, streetlights buzzing to life. Tires screeched on wet pavement as cars kept moving, the weekend's restless thrum still resonating in my chest.My thoughts went back to their usual state, Three months, and Mark J. Kennedy is not where to be found, no calls, his doesn't even go through either, nobody that I know him with that I can reach—all the thoughts, just making my temper unstable. But Sophia's energy stuck with me, her "Next Saturday's wild" hanging in on that morning, Johnson's name is something I'm going to hear
Last Updated : 2025-03-25In My Professor's Arms Monday Hunger
(Emily's POV)The alarm woke me up to the darkness in my room at 5:45 a.m., a sudden shriek that yanked me from bed, sheets knotted around my ankles like a net, not even neatly made before I slept last night. My fingers flew across the nightstand, before I finally reached for my phone, silencing the alarm. Tired, I stood up to turn the my bulb on, it's Monday.My stomach growled—a low, slow, insistent rumble that hit before I could even successfully walk out of the room. Last night’s Coca-Cola sloshed in my gut, it was even the only thing in my stomach after hours spent last night—driving slowly, aimlessly and parking for fresh air at irregular intervals. The city’s neon lights still flickered behind my eyes, a restless hum that refused to fade. No dinner. No time. Just happy I had last night the way I wanted to.Out of my room, the apartment is still except for the gentle hum of the fridge. Cold air stung my bare legs as I shuffled into the kitchen, blinking against the dark in it. T
Last Updated : 2025-03-26In My Professor's Arms MONDAY
(Lily's POV)Monday evening hung over me like a dark blanket, the clock on my desk ticking, it's just 7:00 p.m. I sat on my bed, crossed my legs, the room dark except for the phone lighting up in my lap.Victor's message this morning flashed in my brain again— "My place tonight, 8. Don't be late." My flesh crawled, a persistent buzzing coiled in my chest. The weekend stretched out behind me, a jumbled knot of sleep and evasion, each passing minute drawing me back to him, where I want to be.Friday night replayed him my head, every detail—his bed, his hands, how he'd wrecked me to the bone, left me raw, stretched out on his sheets. He'd brought me school afterwards, the blue dress, nice and beautiful, his fingernail scratches burning my back, and I'd stumbled in, too wrecked to think. My phone buzzed as I fell onto the pillow—Victor, probably—but exhaustion hit me before I could see.Saturday MorningI was conscious of the pain the moment I woke up. A low, slow throb in my body, the ki
Last Updated : 2025-03-27In My Professor's Arms Red Ember
(Lily's POV)Victor's thumb tracing my pulse, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent a shiver coursing down my spine, the "I do" a warm ember in the dense hush of his apartment. The door shut behind us, sealing the world out, and the air hummed, heavy with his presence—his eyes, dark and molten, mapping over me, the red crop top hugging my curves, the jeans low on my hips. His fingers lay on the back of my neck, a gentle hold tilting my head back, and I gazed up at him, choking in the heat there—hunger, yes, but something else, a tenderness that wrapped around my heart and held on.“You wore red,” he said again like he didn't just say it earlier, voice low, a velvet thread weaving through me. His hand slid up, cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing my lower lip, parting it just enough to make me tremble.My breath snagged, a little catch, and he smiled—slow, annihilating, the kind that illuminated me. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he whispered, his warm breath on my cheek, his admiss
Last Updated : 2025-03-28In My Professor's Arms Hot Night
(Lily's POV)His mouth kissed mine, slow and gentle, the warmth of his breath spreading over my skin. The kiss was passionate, perfect, not rushed—like he was savoring each instant, every angle of my lips against his. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, holding him tight, closer, craving more.And then his tongue brushed against mine, teasing, tempting me to open. I did. And the moment I did, the kiss grew hotter, deeper. His hand cradled my jaw, tilting my face just the way he needed as his tongue slid in, claiming, searching.A shiver went down my spine. My fingers tingled on his chest, wanting to touch more of him. I inched slowly, following my hand down his body, feeling the rigid muscles beneath his shirt. My palm rested against his abs, warmth seeping through the fabric, and I couldn't resist.I tugged on his shirt, yanking it up, needing the touch of his skin against mine. He hummed low on my lips, his muscles tensing beneath my fingers as I ran my hands over his
Last Updated : 2025-03-29
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In My Professor's Arms MORNING
(Lily's POV)"You know nothing's gonna happen right?, I've got two lectures today, and I'm stretched out as fuck. Last night."Victor chuckled, the heat of his breath on my neck as he pushed his face in closer. His arm around my waist gripped tight, pulling me back against his chest, his weight pinning me in place."You said that just now.. huh?," he breathed, his lips tracing along my shoulder. "But your body, betraying you already."I hissed a quick breath, not allowing him to get to me as his fingers traced slowly along my hip, just a touch, barely enough to tease. "I mean it," I snarled, edging away slightly. "I can't be walking around campus with my legs shaking, and you know damn well that's what's gonna happen if we go again."His laughter was low, knowing. "Not my fault you have such a pretty way of falling apart for me."I groaned, reaching for the pillow and shoving it over my face. "You're so annoying."He just laughed, ripping the pillow away and placing a kiss on my templ
In My Professor's Arms Tuesday Dawn
(Lily's POV)The first thing I was conscious of was the heat when I woke up. The warmth of his body pressing against mine, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back. His arm was a weight, spread across my waist, holding me down, his breath slow and deep against my neck. His smell—woody, male, with the musk of last night—surrounded me, soaking into my skin.I was aware of a dull ache spreading through me, a reminder of just how thoroughly he had taken me, possessed me, made his way through me in a way that still did not feel possible. My thighs clenched together around the dull soreness between them, at the raw, tender proof of every kiss, every touch, every sound he had drawn from me. I shivered, just a little, and his arm tightened, pulling me closer.There was a low rumble in his chest, a sleepy noise that sent a shiver of heat down my spine. His fingers moved against my belly, skin against skin, sleepy and possessive even while he's asleep. I didn't stir, letting my fin
In My Professor's Arms Hot Night: Pt 4
Lily's POVThe air was thick with heat, the stench of sex lingering between us. My skin still tingled from his hands, from the way he had devoured me so completely on that couch. But as I leaned back against his chest, my body against his, my need for him didn't fade—it grew.Victor was beside me, his arm across my waist, his fingers tracing up and down my back in a slow, lazy rhythm. His breathing was deep and controlled, but I could feel it—the tension coiling inside him, even with the way his body had released after everything we'd done.I leaned my head back slightly, looking at him in the shadows. His face was lifted up to the ceiling, his jaw clean-cut, his lips parted ever so slightly. God, he was beautiful. And he was mine—at least for tonight.I grinned slowly as I stepped forward, allowing my hands to glide over his chest, tracing the bulging muscles beneath my fingertips. His skin felt so hot, his body so strong, and I wanted him to shatter apart once more."Lily…" His tone
In My Professor's Arms Hot Night: pt 3
He propelled his upper body forward, pulling mine closer at the same time, so our lips brushed against eachother, his breath warm, teasing, as another wave of anticipation washed over my already trembling body.He changed his grip, more this time—his arms strong, uncompromising—his body pushed hard against mine, the heat of his naked flesh inflaming me.And then—oh, my God fuckk—he was inside me. Slowly, slowlyA searing gasp tore from my lips as the broad head of his cock stretched me open, inch by agonizing inch. My nails dug into his shoulders, my head falling back as he pressed in deeper, filling me so completely it was almost too much.Victor groaned, his forehead falling to mine, his breaths deep, ragged."Fuck, Lily…" His voice was rough, strained, like he was trying very hard to hold himself together, and force the words out.My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in, insisting he go deeper."Ohh my god... deeper," I moaned, my mouth brushing against his. "I want all
In My Professor's Arms Hot Night: pt 2
His tongue caressed against the soaked fabric of my panties, slow, seductive, a searing flash of pleasure shot straight into the core of my existence.I gasped, my legs trembling as I tried to stay still, but it was useless. The movement of his mouth—slow, deliberate, savoring—had me wriggling beneath him."Victor—" My voice was rough, needy, barely a whisper.He groaned softly, his fingers biting into my thighs."See how you are," he whispered, his lips tracing the wet lace. "Already soo wet for me."A whimper escaped me.He pressed his lips to me again, this time harder, his tongue pushing against the thin fabric, rubbing slowly, brutally in circles around where I hurt worst.My hips lifted of their own accord, wanting more friction, more pressure—more of him.He pulled back an inch, his dark eyes fixed on mine."You want more?" His voice was low, gravelly, thick with need.I nodded frantically, my chest heaving and falling with shallow, desperate breaths.Victor smiled.Then, in sl
In My Professor's Arms Hot Night
(Lily's POV)His mouth kissed mine, slow and gentle, the warmth of his breath spreading over my skin. The kiss was passionate, perfect, not rushed—like he was savoring each instant, every angle of my lips against his. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, holding him tight, closer, craving more.And then his tongue brushed against mine, teasing, tempting me to open. I did. And the moment I did, the kiss grew hotter, deeper. His hand cradled my jaw, tilting my face just the way he needed as his tongue slid in, claiming, searching.A shiver went down my spine. My fingers tingled on his chest, wanting to touch more of him. I inched slowly, following my hand down his body, feeling the rigid muscles beneath his shirt. My palm rested against his abs, warmth seeping through the fabric, and I couldn't resist.I tugged on his shirt, yanking it up, needing the touch of his skin against mine. He hummed low on my lips, his muscles tensing beneath my fingers as I ran my hands over his
In My Professor's Arms Red Ember
(Lily's POV)Victor's thumb tracing my pulse, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent a shiver coursing down my spine, the "I do" a warm ember in the dense hush of his apartment. The door shut behind us, sealing the world out, and the air hummed, heavy with his presence—his eyes, dark and molten, mapping over me, the red crop top hugging my curves, the jeans low on my hips. His fingers lay on the back of my neck, a gentle hold tilting my head back, and I gazed up at him, choking in the heat there—hunger, yes, but something else, a tenderness that wrapped around my heart and held on.“You wore red,” he said again like he didn't just say it earlier, voice low, a velvet thread weaving through me. His hand slid up, cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing my lower lip, parting it just enough to make me tremble.My breath snagged, a little catch, and he smiled—slow, annihilating, the kind that illuminated me. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he whispered, his warm breath on my cheek, his admiss
In My Professor's Arms MONDAY
(Lily's POV)Monday evening hung over me like a dark blanket, the clock on my desk ticking, it's just 7:00 p.m. I sat on my bed, crossed my legs, the room dark except for the phone lighting up in my lap.Victor's message this morning flashed in my brain again— "My place tonight, 8. Don't be late." My flesh crawled, a persistent buzzing coiled in my chest. The weekend stretched out behind me, a jumbled knot of sleep and evasion, each passing minute drawing me back to him, where I want to be.Friday night replayed him my head, every detail—his bed, his hands, how he'd wrecked me to the bone, left me raw, stretched out on his sheets. He'd brought me school afterwards, the blue dress, nice and beautiful, his fingernail scratches burning my back, and I'd stumbled in, too wrecked to think. My phone buzzed as I fell onto the pillow—Victor, probably—but exhaustion hit me before I could see.Saturday MorningI was conscious of the pain the moment I woke up. A low, slow throb in my body, the ki
In My Professor's Arms Monday Hunger
(Emily's POV)The alarm woke me up to the darkness in my room at 5:45 a.m., a sudden shriek that yanked me from bed, sheets knotted around my ankles like a net, not even neatly made before I slept last night. My fingers flew across the nightstand, before I finally reached for my phone, silencing the alarm. Tired, I stood up to turn the my bulb on, it's Monday.My stomach growled—a low, slow, insistent rumble that hit before I could even successfully walk out of the room. Last night’s Coca-Cola sloshed in my gut, it was even the only thing in my stomach after hours spent last night—driving slowly, aimlessly and parking for fresh air at irregular intervals. The city’s neon lights still flickered behind my eyes, a restless hum that refused to fade. No dinner. No time. Just happy I had last night the way I wanted to.Out of my room, the apartment is still except for the gentle hum of the fridge. Cold air stung my bare legs as I shuffled into the kitchen, blinking against the dark in it. T
