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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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-29
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In My Professor's Arms Home, alone: Pt 2
(Emily's POV)I floated after, eyes closed, skin flushed, and my body relaxed from release.But it didn't go away.The need stayed.Still there, present, and pulsating under the water, deep within my legs. Another need now. Heavier. Not the first soft hunger but something more, hungrier. I could still feel my pussy clutch around nothing, hungry for more. My clit still throbbed, oversensitive but hungry.I wanted more.I wanted to collapse again, but gradually. Profoundly. I wanted to take it out like that, like I was choking on the desperation for it.I licked my lips, my chest heaving and falling as I sent my fingers back down between my thighs.I groaned under the touch. I was still damp, inflamed. I reached for my clit first, rubbing it again, and gentle. The muscles of my legs contracting. It felt like was too much. But I need it too much. I whispered to myself, "Don't stop."I pulled one hand back
In My Professor's Arms Home, alone: Pt 1
(Emily's POV)I shut the door behind me, and just stood there for some minutes, tired and stressed.The silence here I what I really needed after the noise. The atmosphere was thick, warm, and somehow suffocating. My apartment was too quiet, and too still. No voices, just the soft hum of the fridge and the sound of my own heartbeat.Sophia was still at the loft, dancing with someone, drunk and shining. I didn't even tell her why I was leaving that. I just mumbled something about being tired and stressed, and she was distracted, just smiled and turned back to the person she's with.The ride home was something that felt like it didn't happen. One second, I stopped the taxi and told him where I'm headed. Next, he told me were at my street, and I asked him to drive forward little, paid him from my purse, and alighted at the front of my apartment.The moment I was inside, i felt a little tired, forgetting that my body was tired earlier.But my body wasn't tired, maybe not really.It was ju
In My Professor's Arms The Loft
(Emily's POV)The loft was already charged with energy when we got there. Music vibrating through the walls before we even opened the door, I didn't even know this was what I should be expecting.The thud of bass followed us upstairs, shaking the building. The air was thick with the smell of perfume, wine, and too many different brands of cologne, just everything mixed togeter.Sophia pulled the door open violently without knocking. The interior was honey-hued and it was fairly dark, just string lights that coiled around the beams of the ceiling.People walking in every direction, glasses held aloft, voices ebbing and flowing. Laughter from the other side of the room where a small bar had been set up, bottles already partially drained.We stepped inside and were assailed by a wall of heat and noise.Sophia smiled at me and turned to leave. "This is already perfect."I nodded, even though I could feel the butterflies curling around my stomach. The dress clung to me more than I thought
In My Professor's Arms Countdown to Eight
(Emily’s POV)The sun slipped in through my blinds, falling in stripes across my bed. I turned over slowly, my head was heavy and my body sore. It felt like I had been hit by everything all at once, work stress, late pizza, the noise, everything.I blinked at the clock beside me. It was 11:03 a.m.“Shit,” I muttered, my voice rough. I never slept this late, not even on weekends.The red dress I made up my mind to wear was still hanging on the chair. It looked like it was looking at me. The party was tonight. Eight o'clock. Johnson. The fun. All of it waiting.I sat up and rubbed my face with my palm, then stood and walked barefoot into the living room.Sophia was passed out on the couch. Her hair was messy, one sock missing. The plush cat from the arcade was resting on her chest. The TV was off. Her laptop was shut, and the pizza boxes were still on the table.I leaned over the couch.“Soph.. Soph” I said. “It’s eleven.”She jumped a little like she wasn't being chased, blinking fast.
In My Professor's Arms ThursDAY
Emily's POVIt was 4:30 p.m. when I flung open the hospital doors like someone escaping a wild conflagration. Sophia's keys jingled alongside me, the two of us near-running to the lot, the fatigue of the week tugging at our legs but Friday freedom egging us on. I’d made sure we left early with some silly excuses—"admin catch-up," whatever the heck that meant—and nobody had the energy to argue.Sophia slid into her sleek black Mazda, always a step ahead, her taillights blinking with that smug little smile. I got into my car, the A/C grumbling as it started up, the wheel warm beneath my hands from being parked in the late afternoon sun.Traffic zoomed past me, but my mind wasn't on the road. It was on Johnson. Or, more specifically, Sophia's endless chatter about him.She'd been gushing about him all week like she's the author of a romance novel. "He's got this laugh," she'd said on Monday, bending across the break room table like she was sharing state secrets. "Deep. Contagious. You'll
In My Professor's Arms Ruin me, Slowly
His lips crashed into mine, and the world spun.He rolled them in one fluid motion, and I was abruptly beneath him—his body looming over me, one strong hand clenching both of mine captive above my head. The bed dipped beneath, cause of the action, but he didn't stop the kiss. It grew even more, hard and hungrier, like he'd been starving for me. Our lips dancing together, wild, sloppy. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, claiming me, and I gave way, kissing him back just as fiercely.I breathed out into his mouth as his free arm found my waist, gripping hard, yanking my body against his. Everything about him was hot and hard and demanding. His chest against my breasts, his hips grinding into mine, that heavy pressure between my thighs driving me wild."Victor," I breathed into his mouth, my voice already shattered.His eyes burned into mine, pupils wide with longing. "You drive me crazy," he growled, then dropped down again, lips brushing over my jaw, down my throat. "Completel
In My Professor's Arms Yours to Ruin
(Lily's POV)I can't even say think of how exactly I made it through Wednesday, and today, it's Thursday.It was very slow one, and every hour dragged like my body was waiting for something—something that I wanted to have start last night, but still haven't. The way Victor had looked at me in his office. The way his voice softened when he spoke about his brother. The way I’d wanted to kiss him but I just couldn't do it.All day, it sat in me. That pull. That ache. That craving.By the time my last class ended, I was practically vibrating with nerves. And want. The type that sits deep in your belly, heavy and sweet. I didn’t even text him. I didn’t need to. I know he'd be at his place, so this time, I do not even want to have the permission to, I just wanted to.I didn’t go home first.I took a cab straight to his apartment.When I got there, the sun was just starting to set, casting soft gold light through the tall windows of his place. I stood at the door for a second, breathing in.
In My Professor's Arms Wednesday, Craving him
(Lily’s POV)The bed felt too big when I woke up. The sheets were cold, like I haven't slept on them all night. I stretched my hand, half-asleep, expecting to feel Victor’s warm body beside me,but there was nothing. Just the empty space and my pillow. I sighed, turning onto my side. It was Wednesday morning, i’m at my place. But everything still smelled like him. My body still felt like him.My skin was sore in the nicest way, my thighs still a little shaky from the way he held me Monday night, as my brain was replaying everything. I tried to take it all out, I closed my eyes for a second, and it all came rushing back—how his hands gripped me, how he kissed me, how he made me feel like I was the only girl on earth. And then yesterday, Tuesday, when he took me to school, the way his fingers brushed my knee in the car, that quiet smirk he gave me before I got out. It was driving me crazy.I pressed my thighs together under the covers, my breath hitching just from thinking about it.Ever
In My Professor's Arms Ride with José
(Lily's POV)I buckled into the passenger seat of José's car, my bag tucked in beside me as he ignited the car engine. The smell of his cologne, something light and citrus-scented, wafted through the car, adding to the soft hum of air freshener. His knuckles drummed against the steering wheel, a loose smile still in place as he backed out of the parking lot.“You’re awfully quiet,” he said, side-eyeing me as he maneuvered through the light traffic.I scoffed, turning toward him with a smirk. “And you’re awfully nosy.”José gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “Me? Nosy? I've never been told that.”I rolled my eyes, laughing, as I leaned my head back against the pillow. The day had been long, but here, the gentle hum of the car beneath us, the city racing by in bursts of light and movement—it felt oddly peaceful."So, what's up?" he asked after a moment."What do you mean?""You just look. different. Happier? Preoccupied? Something." He shot me a look that's like he's reading me,
