A/N: This story is already so dirty and nothing has even happened between Chris and the reader... This story is moving pretty slow but I don't want to rush into anything. I don't want this story to be like, "Oh we've seen each other in the classroom twice, fucked 513215687 times already and I'm already in love with him" like, I hope you can be patient with me. Sorry it's taken so long to post this. If any of you have seen the message I posted on my profile, you know why. Sorry!

Warning: some description of sex (nothing too specific), cursing

Headboard banging against the wall, the mattress squeaking, pants heard from two people, one of them being you. Soft silky sheets between your fingers, sweat dripping down your warm body as moans erupted from deep within your throat. Rough hands gripped your hips as your cheek pressed against the mattress. Your mouth open, unable to close it as the blissful sounds made their way out of your parted lips.

Groans and grunts were heard from behind you as the grip on your waist got stronger. Suddenly, you were flipped around, pinned down to your back as you looked up at the man sharing the euphoric moment with you. Your hands pressed onto his muscular chest and you looked up at his face, beard framing his jaw while his lust blown blue eye were trained on you. A wave of pleasure shot through you and yet again, you moaned. This time, the name of the man accompanying you came out with the sound that pleasure forced out of you.

"Oh, Professor Evans..."

Suddenly, the obnoxious sound of your alarm clock made you jolt up in bed. It took you a while to clear your mind and register what had just happened. You turned to your nightstand and took your phone, turning off the alarm before sitting back on the bed and thinking through what you had dreamed about.

You had dreamed about Professor Evans again. The two dreams that you had had of him were both sexual. This one had gone a lot further than the previous one. You took a minute to breathe normally and sit still, waiting to see if you felt any different from the dream. Your eyes narrowed, feeling that familiar warmth. You also felt something very soft between your thighs and realized you had a pillow there. Apparently the dream had been so powerful, you had been grinding on your pillow in your sleep.

You let out a groan and cursed under your breath, feeling awfully frustrated by how turned on a damn dream had got you feeling. You took your phone in hand again and glanced at the time, wondering if you had enough time to take care of the little problem but were disappointed when you realized you had set an alarm for a little later. Having written the paper your professor had kindly asked you to write and return to him that day, you had needed to sleep a little later.

"Well," you huffed as you swung your legs over the edge of your bed. "I guess I'll be paying for my sinful dreams," you muttered dramatically as you grabbed your toiletries before going to the community bathrooms. "By suffering in my sexual frustration."

You scratched the back of your head and yawned as you walked through the halls to the bathrooms. You quickly went through your morning routine, ate a quick breakfast before going back to your room. You sat down at your desk, putting all that you needed in your bag before dressing into clothes that you were going to wear to your class. You really didn't feel like putting much effort into your appearance. You couldn't help but feel like you had to since a certain unbelievably attractive professor was going to be there but you just couldn't bother.

So you decided to take a moment and relax. You took your wallet from your bag and counted the exact amount of money you'd need for a coffee before getting ready to leave. You glanced outside and saw that it was drizzling so you grabbed an umbrella before putting on a jacket and threw your bag over your shoulder. You walked out of your dorm room and wished a good morning to some of your friends walking by before heading outside.

You started walking to the coffee shop near the campus with the umbrella over your head. You took out your phone and texted Dave, telling him you'd drop by to get something and asked if he wanted some coffee. Somehow, he found the perfect timing to text you right before you got in the coffee shop, hearing the bell ring as you stepped inside. There wasn't much of a queue. There was one girl in front of you, you didn't have to wait long until it was your turn to go up to the counter and give the barista your order.

You were just about to look at your phone to read the text Dave had sent you but you heard the little bell ring once again which meant someone either went outside or came in. You turned around and looked to the door to see none other than your English professor walking through it with his jacket held up over his head. Your eyes widened as he raised the jacket off of his head and threw it over his shoulder, running a hand through his soft brown hair.

Suddenly you were taken back to the dream you had had and you found your cheeks heating up at the memory. You had dreamed about him in such a sexual and intimate way that seeing him not even an hour later was making you quite uncomfortable. The dream was still fresh in your mind.

You realized you had been staring for a bit too long as you saw him smiling at you after seeing a familiar face.

You cursed the fact that there was no line behind you and turned around, hoping he wouldn't approach you.

"Hey," you heard a whisper right behind you and you turned around, seeing your professor tower over you. You gave him a small smile and greeted him as well. "Did you remember to do the assignment?" He asked, making you sigh.

"I did," you said with a small polite smile. "Should I give it now or—"

"No, you can give it to me in the classroom."

You pursed your lips and mentally cursed your mind as it practically screamed at you. Oh, I'll give it to you in the classroom, alright...

"Okay, great."

You looked into your bag, wanting to take out your wallet and pick out even amount of money to avoid getting too many extra coins. You dug into your bag, moving everything around as you tried to search for your wallet.

"Shit," you muttered quietly and placed a hand over your forehead.

"What's wrong?" Your professor asked, brows furrowing in concern.

"I... I forgot my wallet," you said with a deep sigh.

Right at that moment, the person in front of you left and the barista greeted you with a kind smile. "Good morning, what can I get you?"

"I actually, uhm—"

"Black coffee to go and whatever she's having," Professor Evans came to your rescue.

Dumbfounded, you gave the barista your order and turned to look at Professor Evans. "Thank you so much," you said with a relieved sigh. "You didn't have to."

"No problem," he said with a small wave of a hand.

You waited for the barista to finish with the beverages. You grabbed both of them as the barista told professor Evans the price. He leaned forward, chest brushing your shoulder as he handed the barista the money. The contact made you gasp and pull back. You looked up to see him look the barista in the eye.

As you observed his godlike side profile, you noticed just how dark and long his lashes were. You could have easily reached out to him and let the pads of your thumbs run across the soft lashes, you could have felt his soft beard with your palm, you could have easily leaned up and pressed your lips on his skin...

Of course you didn't.

"Thank you, have a nice day!" The barista said.

"Thank you, you too," Professor Evans said and turned away, looking at you.

You thanked the barista as well and handed Professor Evans his coffee. The two of you started walking out of the coffee shop. You took out your umbrella again. You saw the professor pulling his jacket over his head again.

As much as you knew saying what you were thinking would cause you to just want to jump his bones even more, you still opened your mouth and let it out.

"You can come under the umbrella if you want."

Professor Evans shook his head. "I don't want to bother."

"You're not going to bother me," you chuckled. You raised the umbrella a bit higher and stepped closer to him, making sure both of you were shielded from the rain.

You ignored the flustered feeling of being so close to his body. Or... tried to ignore it.

Your hand gripped on the umbrella tighter and you looked up at your professor through your lashes. You looked into his eyes that were gazing right down at yours. You let out a shaky breath, still keeping your eyes on his, feeling mesmerized by his intense gaze.

You could smell the cologne he had on. The smell was better than you could have ever even dreamed it would be. The man was absolutely perfect. Had the looks of a god, was nice and had offered to pay for your drink when you left your wallet at home, smelled good... God, did you want to find a flaw in that man that would finally make you drop your stupid little crush.

"We should, uhm..." He swallowed thickly, eyes falling down to your lips as your tongue pushed out to wet them. "We should head to the campus," he said much more firmly. "We don't want to be late."

You nodded, turning your head away with your cheeks burning from the sudden intense eye contact. You two started walking to the campus in complete silence. It was uncomfortable. The only thing that could be heard were the droplets of rain hitting the ground and the umbrella above your heads and the sighs that left both of your mouths.

You blamed yourself. You thought that he was probably feeling uncomfortable because your crush on him was so painfully obvious. You couldn't conceal it, not when he was right next to you and not even if he was on the other side of the classroom while you were trying to focus on the information he was sharing with the students.

You were thankful that the coffee shop wasn't far from the campus. It only took you a couple of minutes until you got to the building. Professor Evans got out from under the umbrella and opened the door for you, waiting until you shook off the excess water from the umbrella. You got in, thanking him before he got in himself.

"Thank you for... lending me a place under your umbrella," he chuckled.

You laughed a little as well and shrugged. "You're welcome. It's the least I can do after you bought me this," you said and took a sip of the beverage, feeling the hot liquid go down your throat. The feeling was soothing and you hummed in delight. "I can pay you back, though."

"No need for that," the professor said. "Well, I'll see you in class." He gave you a little nod before heading off.

You stood by the door, watching after him, feeling somewhat relieved he wasn't near you anymore. You let out a deep breath, shoulders slumping as you shook your head.

"Y/N!" You heard your friend Dave call from behind. You turned around and saw him looking down at your hands with his brow raised. "Where's my coffee?"

Your eyes widened and you raised the cup to cover your mouth. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I completely forgot about the... coffee." You said, shaking your head some more before looking back up at him to see him giving you a confused look. You sighed in defeat. "I saw this... person right as I was supposed to read your text and I got caught up and—"

"Was it Professor Evans?" Dave asked with a smug smile on his face.

You glared at him and turned around, walking over to the classroom.

"Come on, don't be mad," Dave mockingly pouted at you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You shrugged his arm off and continued your way without acknowledging him. You two went in and took a seat in the front row. You felt Dave's eyes on you but you kept your gaze in front of you.

"Seriously, who did you see?" He asked, concerned.

"None of your business, Dave."

He nodded, humming as if he finally understood why you were acting up. "So, you did see the professor."

"Shut up, Dave," You said, hushed. "Jeez, say it louder so everyone in this building hears, why don't you?"

"What are you getting your panties in a twist for? I only said you saw him."

You pursed your lips, realizing you were overreacting. You folded your arms on your chest and leaned back on the chair.

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened. Drop it."

"Tell me—"

"Dave, just drop it," you said firmly and sent him yet another glare.

"Just like you'll be dropping down onto his di—"

"Dave!" You snapped, preventing him from finishing that sentence.

He lifted his hands up in defense and leaned back on his seat.

The door opened and Dave turned his head, chuckling. "Here comes the professor," he whispered. "Ready to fuck a certain school girl's brains out." He nudged your arm with his elbow.

You bit the inside of your cheek, ignoring Dave as your eyes followed your professor. He wished the class a good morning and looked down at the stack of papers labeled 'returned assignments'. He flipped through them before shooting you a look. He quickly set the papers down and moved on to the topic of the class. He probably checked if you had returned the assignment yet. You hadn't.

"Why did he look at you like that?" Dave asked.

"Seriously, Dave... Mind your own damn business. And I've yet to return the paper."

He nodded, still keeping an eye on you both.

Yeah, Dave wasn't helping your situation at all.

***

"Well, that was an interesting turn of events," Professor Evans said with a chuckle after finishing off an argument with one of the students. The student had complained about some classic romance novels and how ridiculous they were. Professor Evans of course started defending the stories but still admitted that the personality traits of some characters were quite infuriating, their actions were unjustified but they always made the story so interesting. The student was left speechless afterwards but the professor was mature about it and didn't boast, instead, he thanked the student for the discussion and told the class he hoped it got everyone thinking.

"That's it for today, I'll see you next week," he said and soon the students started gathering their things into their bags and started leaving.

You took out the paper you had finished writing the previous night and said your goodbyes to Dave before walking up to professor Evans's desk. He looked up and gave you a sweet smile, one that made your heart flutter. You ignored the warm, giddy feeling and handed him the paper.

"I saw you looking for the paper in the beginning of the class," the words rushed past your lips before you could even think them through.

Why would I say that? Now he's going to think I've been staring at him the whole class... Well that's technically true but still! Your mind screamed at you.

Professor Evans chuckled, scratching his beard. "Well, I guess you're quite the observer," he said. "I was looking for your assignment, yes."

You bit your bottom lip to prevent smiling. As stupid as it seemed to you, it made you happy to know he had been looking for your assignment. Had thought of you for a moment.

"To make sure you'll remember, of course."

You nodded. "Of course. Just to make sure I return it."

The both of you shared intense eye contact once again. He had a serious look on his face as he had his hands folded on the desk in front of him and his eyes were peering up at you from underneath his thick brimmed glasses. It was as if he was trying to make you see that he only wanted to make sure you returned the paper and that there was no other motive for his actions in the beginning of the class.

You didn't quite understand why he seemed to be doing that. You knew for a fact that was the only reason for him to look through the returned assignments. Your brows furrowed and you handed him the paper which he finally took from you.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly as he placed the paper in his folder. "I'll read this as soon as possible and give my feedback on it."

You nodded, "Thank you, professor."

He took off his glasses and looked up at you again. "Have a nice day," he said quietly, trying to smile but his lips only curled slightly.

You wished him a nice day as well before turning around and leaving the class room.

As you started walking back to your dorm with the umbrella on top of your head, you found your mind drifting back to what had happened in the classroom.

The look... It really had been like he was trying to tell you that the only reason he did what he did was to make sure you'd remember the give him the paper using only his gaze, no words.

It was obvious that it was the only reason he looked through the papers. It was so obvious it hadn't been necessary to even mention.

Of course he just wanted to make sure you'd return the assignment. That's his job, to make sure his students do the homework they are given so they can pass the courses. Well, technically it was the students' responsibility to do all the work but it was the professor who needed to receive the assignments and make sure to figure out who'll pass the course. 

You were convinced he saw right through you and wanted to make sure you wouldn't get the wrong idea. You were clearly attracted to him and you weren't doing a great job at hiding it. You weren't doing even decent job. It was just that bad.

He was clearly trying to indirectly tell you he wasn't interested. Why else would he have said what he said? 

Unless he was saying it for himself as well...

You shook your head at the thought, chuckling to yourself. Of course that wasn't the case.

Still, a single question ran through your mind...

What if?