Professor X - Part 2

Read part 1 here.

This was supposed to be a one-shot, but hell, how can one resist charming Charles. Also, adamcansuckme provided a bit for the idea to this one.

Fucking my mind raw, just with his thoughts he said. Hm.

I was so damn curious about how this would work.

Too curious to concentrate on the book I should read for my class next day. The tiny lamp by my bed only lit my room sparsely and my eyes started to hurt, so I rubbed them with my thumb and forefinger, and the pressure let me see little flashes and exploding stars in front of my closed eyelids.

I rested the book on my chest, opened my eyes as I breathed out noisily, I stared at the ceiling and then out of the window.

Darkness had already fallen over the wide, hilly landscape, I saw a star twinkle here and there in the night sky, and as I concentrated, I heard the mansion, the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, slowly turn more and more silent.

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No Reservations - One Shot

Mature audiences only - 18+ SelfLove!Tom Fan Fiction by LaterOvaries For submission to the SSS (tagging quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks)

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“The room only has one bed,” you say as you stand just inside the doorway. You drop your bag to the floor with a heavy thump and an exasperated sigh. This trip has been one fucking headache after another. After your flight was delayed, you discovered that there was a screw-up with your reservation for two rooms, and were informed that you had only reserved a single room, and would have to share. Tom had tried to charm the desk clerk into giving you two rooms, but you were both so tired that you agreed to just take a single room instead.

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Bisexual Frustration: Everyone is Hot and I’m Really Bad at Handling It - my autobiography

Who wants to come claim me? 😏

👅 *licks*

Mature audiences only - 18+ Incubus!Tom Fan Fiction by LaterOvaries madmediamaven

(squeeeeeeeee….i’m proud of this manip. I don’t give a fuck who isn’t impressed.)

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The bedsheets shift with movement, a soft sigh breathing past the lips of the...

I want you to kiss me. like I’ve never been kissed before. slam me against the wall. get your hands tangled in my hair. grab my hips and pull me closer. scratch up and down my back. grab the back of my neck. kiss me. tangle our tongues. bite me. bite my lips. my neck. my chest. kiss me and never stop. please? 

Professor, ch 22

Title: Professor, chapter 22 - The End Genre: smut, romance, angst Characters: Oakley, Professor (Lydia) Summary: Oakley and his professor are surprisingly reunited years after their secret affair, only to reveal how their lives have changed, some for better, some for worse. Notes: ophelia-tagloff xdelayedgratification celtickaye siyoteodiara tarrysmith insatiablebookslut beachgrl76 jossisgod mypreciousmind1 smittentomkitten tomslegsarekillingmeslowly  hallotom **Memories in italic font. Ok, so, this is it, we’ve reached the last chapter. Thank you all for reading, for being with me on this little trip. Everybody knows how I suck with endings, so here, I tried to do something a little different. Anyway, you’ll see. ——— You sat like that on the floor, with him in your lap, in silence, rocking back and forth. "I told Matt one day, about a month after you left, I was going to kill myself." He spoke after awhile. "You what?!" He just pressed his fingers into your back, to shush you. "I honestly thought there was something wrong with me. And I thought, this is it. This is my entire life. I went to see my father, you know that. He hit me again." Your eyes were tired and watery with tears, you just held him tightly against yourself, letting him speak. "It was nothing big, he just slapped me. I told him I decided to be a professor instead of working in an institute, and he flipped out, to which I said I’m dating a woman older than myself. Luckily, he is growing too old to do what he did to me when I was younger. And then I returned, weary and exasperated, running to ask you to hold me just for five minutes, like this. How unmanly of me." He chuckled. "Oakley…"

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coy00koi ... I loved it!!!! The whole series ... thank you!

My Thursdays with Oakley 7 - Frantic

Blinking light flashes tore the foggy darkness and engendered an exciting atmosphere. The propulsive bass of the music vibrated all over my skin and pulsed through my body. The fast, flogging rhythm energized me and let me dance with closed eyes, swaying my body harmoniously; my legs developed a life or their own and carried me through the room. 

I didn´t care that there were other people, if they were or weren´t watching, or what they were thinking of me, I didn´t care that I had had one drink too many. There was only one person here I cared about: Oakley.

 I felt good, fantastic actually, and looked the same.

On top of that, I found additional comfort, even joy, in the fact that this very night Oakley would pay for his insolence and the pain he caused me. I knew I risked losing him; there was no doubt about it. Honestly, doing what I had planned wasn´t as easy for me as I wished and against my underlying pacifistic nature.

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My Thursdays with Oakley 6 - Seven minutes in heaven

Next Thursday – Party at Owen´s, 9 p.m. Pick you up at 8.45. Positive to find a challenge there. Still blue balls – fyi.

I was surprised by how quickly Oakley contacted me after I had him thrown out of my apartment.

Just the next day, Friday noon, he texted me, as if nothing had happened.

Well, obviously Oakley could handle a bit of frustration. What I had planned for the week after, otherwise, would test his tolerance a lot more. So for the coming Thursday, the day of the party, I would let him consider himself safe, falsely of course, believing I had already taken out my anger on him with that funny little episode in my bedroom. Poor guy. I almost pitied him now. Not really. Fucker had to pay. Period.

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My Thursdays with Oakley 5 - Forty seven

Forty-seven times.

That´s how often Oakley called and texted me since our last meeting until I decided to respond.

Who did he think he was?

I knew that we weren´t exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, but him screwing around and then behaving like this was not a big deal, really upset me. More than that: it hurt me.

Asshole.

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My Thursday with Oakley 4 - Did you miss me?

I knocked once.

I knocked twice, with a little more insistence.

He didn´t forget, did he?

It was Thursday again. He had sent me a text, wanting me to come over to his place.

And here I was. Standing in front of his apartment door, ten pm, knocking as if I was in need of begging for entry and slowly starting to get annoyed. Was I making a fool out of myself?

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My Thursdays with Oakley 3 - A delicious sound

The days went by way too slowly for my taste and all things that were important or seemed to be, had taken a back seat. It strained and bored me to do my chores, because my mind was elsewhere.

I found myself terribly intrigued by what had happened last week, between that smug little fucker Oakley and me.

Arousal wasn´t even a close to suitable description of what was going on with my body. I was constantly wet, clit hardened and throbbing, even when I was only doing some ironing or sat over my books and studied for university.

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My Thursdays with Oakley 2 - The oral exam

Until we arrived at my apartment, Oakley wouldn´t let anything in this universe stop him from touching me, at the most inappropriate places or times. He simply didn´t give a shit about who was watching us, neither on the bus, nor the elevator, not even at the pedestrian light where we waited to cross the street, a mother with two little children next to us.

He was horny and shameless. And I loved it. 

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My Thursdays with Oakley 1 - The silent game

                         I had no idea how this day could have begun any worse.

First off, the morning started with temperatures I found excessively hot, even for a summer´s day. And on top of that, as if losing my credit card and burning my tongue on the fucking lava they sold me in the coffee shop wasn´t bad enough, it had all led to being late to my physiology lecture.

A lecture I had waited weeks to be accepted to, and the lecturer was known to be quite uncomprehending  in matters of students being late, talking or even looking anywhere else than him during his class. Well, at least my hair looked decent today. Hoo-fucking-ray.

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Professor, ch 21

Title: Professor, chapter 21 Genre: smut, romance, angst Characters: Oakley, Professor (Lydia) Summary: Oakley and his professor are surprisingly reunited years after their secret affair, only to reveal how their lives have changed, some for better, some for worse. Notes: ophelia-tagloff xdelayedgratification celtickaye siyoteodiara tarrysmith insatiablebookslut beachgrl76 jossisgod mypreciousmind1 smittentomkitten tomslegsarekillingmeslowly  hallotom **Memories in italic font. ————- A moment of your weakness was apparently enough for him to get his courage back again. No matter the rigidness of the truth, the familiarity of the vast space of your love which you acknowledged with a look, a smile, something your own, private, that was there from the first moment you made love to each other. That was sacred, not to be touched or discussed. And the validation of it made your revenge teasing even a lesser game. Now he knew you weren’t mad at him anymore, and he isn’t going to be that delicious pleading mess he was the past few days. But I was enjoying that so much…. You thought, pouting, as you ate your dinner in your apartment, alone.

Why are you here anyway? Well, because if I go to him now, I’m officially declaring this game finished. Your mind replied. You huffed. There’s no telling what he would do. But you felt silly alone like this, like you’re pretending, like you’re a pouting child which needs to learn a thing or two. Taking a sip of your water, you chuckled at yourself. You had to go. You couldn’t sleep alone now. So you took a shower, did the dishes, put on some clothes, hopped into the car, grabbed a couple of packs of cigarettes on the way and in twenty minutes found yourself knocking on his doors.

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