you being their
proffessor...
☆ - your pov btw !! ☆

• 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

Tom was one of my best students, and I definitely missed having one good student in the class when he was sick.

He had the cold but I had advised him not to come so that he could get well soon. I had told other proffesors too because I know how much he cares.

After a week of not seeing him in my class, I ws extremely pleased to see him sat in his usual spot.

"It's really good to see you back, Mr. Riddle. Feeling any better?" I say, my tone low as I speak just to him.

"Better now that I'm in your class." He says, smirking and I tut.

"We've talked about this." I say.

Tom was a very attractive young man and... Y/n stopm That's illegal.

I was a student here too. I know what it's like to crush on a proffessor. Me and Tom are 5 years apart but I see his eyes when he looks at me.

-

"Hey, miss. I need to the notes of the last classes I missed. Could you do that for me?"

Tom says after class, clming into my office and I smile.

"Of course. I have them here, copy them down but I need this notebook back."

He grins, taking the papers from my hands and our fingers brush.

"You know I'm not here for the notes, right?" He whispers, eyes dipping to my bra strap which can be barely seen on my shoulder.

"Tom, this is wrong." I say, we both know what we're talking about.

"But it feels so right." He says, walking around my desk and pulling my chair out so that I'm sat in front of him.

He rests his hands on the armrests ans his silver chain dangles from his neck as he looks at my lips.

My eyelashes flutter down to his lips too and he leans in, kissing me. It's a soft kiss, our lips brushing eachothers as his tounge dances with mine.

I cup his cheeks as we kiss and I feel one of his hands on my waist.

"Tom." I whimper, pulling away and shaling my head no.

"Have some fun for once." He kneels down infront of my chair and parts my legs, pushing my skirt up and panties to the side.

"Tom.... hurrry." I say, alreddy desperate.

"You're so needy, miss. Take your shirt off." He says, looking up at me as he massages my thighs.

I unbutton my shirt and pull my bra up, my nipples hard and his boner evident at this point.

"Mhmm." He says, before putting his head between my legs and a silencing spell on the office.

He had lots of skills. Not only in class, but in my office too.

• 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 •

Dumbledore says that I'm one of the best teachers in this castle and that I really have a way with the students.

Which is why I have to be tough on them aswell, because I want the best for them too.

Aaaand why I'm currently going to the Slytherin common room to stop a huge party that's going on.

It's exam week as of tomorrow and I am not letting hungover teenagers sit wn important exam.

I pull the plug of the music out, cringing at the smell of drinks and... drugs.

Everyone stops dancing and drinking, staring at me and murmering. Busted.

"This is what you guys want of your future? Exam week is tomorrow. You guys are mucking around and... my gosh I can't believe this."

I say, my heels clacking ss I walk around amd snatch bottles out of peoples hands.

I reach Draco and I scoff. "Your dad is going to be hearing about this. Matter of fact, all of your parents are goinf to be hearing about this!"

Everyone starts leaving and I look back at Draco.

"You're better than this." I say and he nods.

-

"Don't tell my dad, he'll freak." Draco says after knocking on my office door later that night.

"You went to that party because you wanted to. You shouldn't have. I hope you didn't drink."

"I'm sorry."

Draco was one of my favourite students; his charisma and intelligence did make him different from the others.

"Your dad will know about this. Go to your dorm, Malfoy." I say firmly.

"How could I persuade you to not be a snitch?" He says, both hands on my desk.

"Excuse me?" I say, raising a brow.

"You know what I mean, Y/L/n."

He walks around the table and picks me up from under my arms, and my legs subconsciously go around his waist as my hands go onto his chest.

"I've always thought you were the most attractive teacher here." He whispers and my body has already given into him as he pins me against the wall.

My chest was arched up against his and I moan as he grinds his boner between my legs.

"Draco, this is wrong." I whisper, staring down at his crotch.

"Shhhhh. Let me." He says, unbuttoning my shirt and unclasping my bra.

My panties come off and i grip his shoulders, nervous as he unclaps his belt and takes his boxers off.

I definitely didn't tell his dad after that.

• 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 •

Lorenzo was... charming.

He was a great student based on his grades and he was pretty popular around the school.

As a teacher in the castle, I noticed these sorts of things. And I had gotten to know Enzo pretty well.

When I was graduating to become a teacher, I went out to the club with some friends and I... met Enzo there. Lorenzo. No nicknames.

I had never seen Lorenzo in the castle before, he lied about his age and I ended up going home with him.

Sex. The best sex of my life. And can you just imagine my face when I saw Lorenzo in the castle as my student.

We've never talked about this. Well, not seriously anyway. He flirts with me... but I always shut him down.

Whenever I turn around in class, it's a wolf whistle from Lorenzo. Anytime I crouch down to grab something from the floor, it's a wolf whistle from Lorezno.

I tut and tell him off, but nothing is ever done about it. No matter what he does, I never make him stay after class.

It's embarrassing. He's seen me naked and... yeah.

-

"You look nice, miss. Let's go again sometime." The whole class laughs and I clench my jaw.

"Stay after class." I say, my voice firm and everyone shuts up. Too far. Everyone took it as a joke but he knew what he was doing.

-

I cross my arms as Lorenzo stays after class and I sigh. "Stop that. It's rude and inappropriate."

I say, talking about his flirts.

"Oh, c'mon. It's all jokes."

"Lorenzo! You know what we did was wrong and I don't find this funny."

"Well, I'm sorry. Anything I can do to make it up to you?" He says, staring st my body and I huff.

"Lorenzo."

He walks closer to me, and I back away until my back hits the wall. He smirks as he pins me against it.

"Lorenzo." I whisper.

"Y'know. Everytime you say my name it makes me wonder how it would sound for me to make you moan it."

I whimper when he starts kissing my neck with his hands on my waist as my hands go around his neck.

He flips me around and bends me over, holing my torso up the air as I gasp.

...Maybe I do have a little crush on my student. Sue me.

• 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 •

Valentines day.

The worst day for us single ladies, but worse for a teacher that had to see teens in love better than her adult love-life.

What can I do?

But, nonetheless, my favourite student always has something up his sleeve. Always.

Blaise was an interesting man. He was confident for sure, not scared to show his... feelings for me.

He finds me attractive and... he's pretty good looking himself. But he's my student. And I'm not planning to go to Azkaban anytime soon.

He always stayed after class, helling me with my book and not scared to be labled a teachers pet.

I appreciated him and though he was already a very smart student, I always added a few marks onto his grade.

Whatever he was doing worked.

I walk into class 3 minutes earlier and half the class is already there. The rest quickly arrives and I'm thankfuk that no one arrives late; I was stressed enough.

The class went by pretty smoothly and I was pleasantly surprised by the end of it...

-

"Couldn't let me favourite teacher go without atleast some flowers on Valentines day, could I?" Blaise purrs.

I take the red rose bouquet from his hands and purse my lips, butterflies in my stomach.

"You didn't have to. Blaise, to be honest, you need to stop. I'm so grateful but do you know how bad this could look?" I say softly.

"I know. But I don't care. Y/n, I see how you look at me. You want me too. Just as much as I want you."

I sigh, placing the bouquet on my tabel and crossing my arms, not missing it when his eyes dip to my legs.

"I..."

"Can I prove it?" He says, walking toward me and pulling me close.

I don't resist when he sits down and pulls me to straddle him. I gulo when he starts stroking my hair and looking up at me for permission.

I nod and let out a moan when he starts very roughly removing my clothes, mouth on my neck.

"B- Blaise." I whimper, grinding myself down on his boner.

"Mhmm." His voice is raspy as I start getting myself off to his boner, just imagining how he would feel inside of me.

Best Valentines day ever.

• 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 •

"Theodore. You can't fool me. What do you actually wanna talk about?" I say, eating my lunch and maintaining eye contact with Nott.

Theodore had been deciding to sit across from me to eat lunch in the courtyard for these past two weeks.

"Us." He says and I frown.

"Theodore, stop." I say firmly and he sighs.

He had supposedly wanted to have lunch together to talk about his grades, but as I said, he couldn't fool me.

"Y/n-"

"Don't call me by my first name."

"Y/n, you know that you want me too. It's not for no reason I sit at the front in your class. Eat lunch here. Get the best grades in your class."

"Meet me in my office after curfew. You've snuck out before and you can do it again."

He smirks when I say this and I know it's wrong. I don't know how Theodore has persuaded me, but he has.

-

"I've done as told." Theo whispers, coming into my office and I smile.

"This is so wrong." I say, coming up infront of him and tracing a finger along his jaw.

"So why are you turned on? I feel it all over you when you look at me." His hand naturally goes to my ass as he says this and I smile.

"You gonna touch me or what?" I say, desperate for him.

I back onto my desk and he comes up infront of me, fingetips on my shoulders as he slowly takes my shirt off.

Sex with Theodre is slow and gentle, but rough and harsh at the same time.

We always had lunch together from then on. He's such a goody too shoes.

• 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 •

"Mattheo. You can leave. You don't need to stay after class, you haven't done anything." I chuckle.

Riddle always insisted on staying after class with me and being a helpless flirt with me.

"Just wanna spend time with you." He says and I shake my head, straightening up my papers.

"You spend enough time with me in class." I say, smirking and he wets his lips, eyes on my cleavage.

"I prefer it when it's just us. You don't like spending some time with your favourite student? I'm so good to you." He says softly, slowly coming toward me and I back away.

"Mattheo. I don't have favourites." I say under my breath, that being the only thing that could come out.

"It... feels like you do." He says, hand resting just under my breast and he brushes a thumb over my hardended nipple.

I blush and I arch my back up because of his touch. "I... No, this isn't okay." I whisper, biting my lip nervously.

"But we both want it so bad. Give in." He whispers, low and seductive.

I moan as he kisses me, making him kissing deeper.

My hands slide all around his body, feeling his rock hard abs and shaped torso.

He pulls away, unbuttoning my shirt before unbuckling his belt. I whimper and wet my lips when I see his size and he grins.

My panties go to the side and my skirt is ripped off.

"Y'know you've always been my favourite teacher. But it's my turn to give you a few lessons now." I gasp as he slides inside of me, filling me up.

Maybe I do have a favourite.

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i actually really enjoyed

should i like continue one of the
boys stories and make
'proffessor y/n' into a one shot
for one of them?

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