A/N: This doesn’t have the smut y’all were probably hoping for, but dang it– Professor Winchester is a handsome, respectable, intelligent man and I thought it would be a disservice to him if he just jumped into the sack with a student right off the bat. Y’all can blame/thank @ericaprice2008 for this. I posted some time ago that I had several big assignments due, but all I wanted to do was write smut. She said, “Just don’t confuse the two. That could get awkward hella quick.” GUESS WHAT IDEA I RAN WITH. Also, @whimsicalrobots messaged me the day I had a run in with my professor and said “So how’s your day going? See any professors you want to run any ideas by?” Y’all probably don’t remember those moments because this series has taken months to get going, but I thank you again for the inspiration!
By class Wednesday, Charlie was really starting to drive you up the wall. She hadn’t let your dream go for a second and she promised she wouldn’t give it a rest until you divulged every single detail. You’d purposely arrived late to class to have a few extra moments of peace, but you were sure she’d set into you again as soon as class was done.
Professor Winchester had settled into a lecture about the Transcontinental Railroad and its role in the growth of cities when Charlie decided she wasn’t about to wait until the end of class.
“So how’s your day going?” she whispered. “See any professors you want to run any ideas by?”
You ignored her and began taking notes. Since you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him and Charlie was trying to get a rise out of you, you fixed your eyes on your notebook and refused to let them wander.
“You can’t go all class without looking at him,” she continued in a hushed tone. “I know how much you love it when he wears darker colors.” You finally looked up to glare her, but all she did was grin.
Professor Winchester cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your attention to the front of the room in embarrassment–immediately forgetting that you’d been determined not to look at him.
Warnings: Implied dirty thoughts I guess? None really in this part. Just an intro!
A/N: Le intro for my smutty Professor!Dean series. This part is super vanilla because it just introduces everything, but the following parts will each have smut in some way. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged 🙂
STILL UNTITLED. Oops. Titles are hard.
“I thought Professor Mills was supposed to teach this class?” Panic was evident in your voice as you whispered under your breath. You sat in the second row of the stadium style lecture hall and watched in horror as the man at the front of the room unpacked lesson plans from his messenger bag.
Charlie shrugged and gave you a teasing grin.
How could this be happening? You groaned internally.
“Good morning class,” the man started, walking around his desk to lean on the front edge of the tabletop. “My name is Professor Winchester and this is U.S. History since 1865. If you’re in the wrong class, feel free to make your way out– it happens sometimes on the first day. For most of you, this class will help toward your Humanities credits, which you’ll need in order to fulfill the gen. ed. requirements for graduation.”
He surveyed the room and you tried to sink further down in your seat. Spotting you and Charlie, he grinned and continued on with his introduction. “It’s nice to see some familiar faces in here, but I look forward to getting to know those of you I haven’t had in class before. As you may have guessed, I’m not Ms. Mills. She had a last minute opportunity for sabbatical, so I’ll be taking over all of her courses this semester.”
Did his eyes just flash back to you? You had to be seeing things. Did he always look this sexy in a suit? And who has freaking 5 o’clock shadow at 9 in the morning? Don’t even get yourself started on that jawline… Your mind was racing and you began bouncing your legs anxiously under the counter.
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