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Ratio was dazed. Rather, it felt like he just got hit over the head and woke up, only to be hit again. His teaching assistant had just jacked him off in his office. He had just org*smed, inside his office, which had only been used for working.
He had to say something, anything, in order to alleviate this stifling atmosphere surrounding the room. But before he could get anything out, you had run out of his office, leaving him hanging on his words. It wasn’t like Ratio knew what to say, or what to do to make this insanely messed up situation right again.
He stared at the tissues you had got him, a blush forming on his face. He never thought you would be the considerate type, but that should’ve been a given seeing how kind you were to the people around you.
Then surely you would understand that this was a mistake and it would never repeat again? Or he could remove you as his TA, as drastic as that may be. But finding someone who was as capable as you in handling the tasks he gave out on a daily basis was not an easy feat.
And thus, Ratio came to the conclusion that he had to talk to you and convince you to not tell anybody about what you both had just done together. After all, he couldn’t let his personal emotions get in the way of professional relations.
He knew you were liked by the general public, whether it be because of your domineering height or your soft personality, almost everybody knew your name. Even though he disliked engaging in meaningless gossip, your name seemed to pop up nearly everywhere you went. From students all the way to the top faculty, something about you was always being discussed. Maybe that was when he started to realise how good you really looked.
Anyway, that being beside the point, he had to find you no matter what. Unfortunately for him, he had a lecture right now, so even if he wanted to, he couldn’t go searching for you right now. Somehow, coming to this realisation made his heart throb. Gosh he really had to go to his doctor's appointment soon, these palpitations always seemed to happen during classes with you.
Ratio glanced at the clock and realised much to his dismay that he only had 2 minutes left to prepare for this class. As he attempted to get back on his feet, his knees almost gave out, the aftermath of that intense org*sm still plaguing him.
This was going to be a long class.
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If someone were to ask you in the near future what your most embarrassing moment in your whole life would be, you wouldn’t hesitate to mention this day.
Although it would take the CIA and multiple months of torture to actually get this out of you, it was no exaggeration to say that you wholeheartedly regretted what you had just done. You were an act before you think person, BUT GOD how you wished to have thought at least once before doing that.
Well, it was too late now, so you had to switch schools and forge a new identity, that was the only viable option left for you. Sure you would lose all your friends, but if you even caught a glimpse of your professor again, you might actually kill yourself.
You had gone over your plan on the way back to your apartment. You would pack up all your sh*t, book a flight ticket halfway across the globe, and preferably die along the way (the last one being optional but welcome). As if being tasked with the burden of packing, booking tickets, and trying to leave the university without any legal complications wasn’t enough, your brain had also decided to work against you, replaying what you had done on loop, sound effects included. How you wish you didn’t have a brain or even crystal clear memory right now.
With every minute passing by, your head pounded further and further, a constant throbbing you hadn’t felt since the day you had almost missed your high school finals.
You stumbled upon the mounds of clothes you had strewn across the floor, your brain and body seemingly having no coordination right now. You needed that ibuprofen right f*cking now but it seemed that none of your body parts wanted to listen to you.
Truly the last straw occurred when you slipped on a pen you had been looking for for weeks, your body falling backwards in almost slow motion as you closed your eyes and accepted your fate, nothing around you to grab onto. But when you felt two arms grab you from behind, you froze. Who the f*ck was in your apartment?
Fortunately or unfortunately, you didn’t get much time to think, because before you could, your saviour's voice rang clearly in your ears, “What are you doing..?”
And that was the exact moment you blacked out upon realising your professor, the one who you had jacked off not even 2 hours ago, was now in your apartment and holding you in his arms. You truly were ready to die now.
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The moment you opened your eyes, you immediately wished they had never opened ever again. Memories of the present flooded your mind and it took all your will-power not to scream in embarrassment. Also because Ratio was sitting next to you.
Wait.
Ratio was…. WHAT.
The familiar blue hair was in the periphery of your vision, looking as soft and luscious as it always did. Anyway that was not the point, the point was that your professor was in your god damned apartment right now.
You tried your best to close your eyes back, without letting Ratio know that you were even awake, but of course you failed.
“Ah I see you’re finally awake.” you cringed as you heard his silky smooth voice again. One that you had wished to never hear again but knew you couldn’t handle a life like that.
You slowly turned your head, looking straight into his gold ringed eyes, ones of which you could never figure the colour out, not that you needed to know them, for you had gotten lost in them multiple times over the past few months.
Truly, you didn’t think you could handle hearing his voice again, so you decided to speak out before he did. “I’m leaving.” two words which you wished you never had to say, but right now, you did not have any other option.
His eyes, which were once impassive, widened slightly, his lips parting as he looked at you in confusion. He tilted his head to the side, a gesture you had never found cute before right now.
You inhaled a shaky breath and moved your gaze downwards before continuing, “I understand you probably never want to see me again, which is totally understandable. I don’t want to ruin either of our careers…. so I’ve decided to move elsewhere for my education.”
“Wait what-”
“Please let me finish,” you interrupted, a pained look forming on your face, “I know you probably hate me right now, but I just wanted to say you were probably one of the best professors I had and I wish we could continue to be as we were before.” you finished, surprised that you didn’t stutter even once while doing so. Maybe because this was probably the last time you would talk to Ratio.
You closed your eyes in anticipation for anything truly. A scolding, a slap on the face or maybe even a beating. You were ready for it all. But what you didn’t expect to feel was a soft pair of lips touching your own.
You jerked back in response, eyes blown wide open as your eyes narrowed in on your professor leaning over you, his eyes a mixture of anger and sadness, the most emotion you had ever seen in them.
“W-What are you…..” you stuttered, your heart beating so loudly you could feel it throughout your body.
“And who said I didn’t like you. Your assumptions are truly preposterous.” your professor scoffed at you, but his eyes were soft, betraying how he really felt in that moment.
“Wait so… what… you??” your brain malfunctioned, sending out only bits and pieces of your thoughts, which were running 100 kmph at that moment.
Ratio’s lips parted to show his pearly teeth, as he smiled softly at you for the very first time. And in that moment, you truly felt like you had reached heaven, for how could one man have such a godly face. You would go to war for this man and you weren’t ashamed in admitting it.
While you were still trying to regain your wits, Ratio leaned in again to kiss you, except this one was way more sensual than the last one, your lips moving in tandem with fiery passion.
You put your hands on Ratio’s slim waist and pulled him into bed with you, his legs straddling you and his face now fully red.
He pulled your lips apart with a pop, chest heaving up and down, lips glistening with both your saliva's mixed together, hair ruffled but still soft and bouncy.
And at that moment, you just knew that you would never ever forget this night, not until the day you died.
