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Slightly nsfw. nothing extreme.
                          
I sit down at my normal seat in the lecture hall; I sit right up front. And God knows why. The view is extraordinary.
                          
Mr Hiddleston is one of those professors that every girl wishes she could be bent over on his desk as he drills into her. And in this case, I wouldn't mind that one bit.
                          
"Alright class, please take your seats. Today, I am going to make you write a letter. The letter can be to anyone you please. But you will be turning them into me. They can be written in any way you please. Make it your own. And I will grade you on how it is written. This is just a part of the psychology topic this semester." He pauses. "Any questions?"
                          
Nobody answers and he shrugs. "I would prefer it if you use a piece of notebook paper. It has to be at least two pages, front and back. You may skip lines. And this is due by Friday. You should have plenty of time before then."
                          
After he finishes giving his instructions, everyone starts to work on their letter. But me, I'm just trying to come up with an idea.
                          
My mind floods with anything with appropriate thoughts. All of the ideas coming to me are about Mr Hiddleston.
                          
Wait... That could work. After all, nobody else would read it. And he wouldn't know that I wrote it about him.
                          
I rip out a piece of notebook paper and get out a pencil.
                          
Dear, (your best friend),
                          
I cannot explain the undeniable feeling
                          
I have for him every time I see him. 
                          
Whenever we make eye contact, he 
                          
burns holes into me. I can feel it. He 
                          
makes me weak. His voice is so 
                          
seductive without even trying and it 
                          
sends electricity through me. He 
                          
makes my mind foggy almost. He 
                          
could ask me to do anything and he 
                          
wouldn't need to do it twice. I am so 
                          
submissive for him. And he doesn't 
                          
even know how I feel about him. He 
                          
doesn't know I exist. I have been 
                          
having daydreams about him for 
                          
years; most of them are too vulgar for 
                          
my nineteen year old mind to handle.
                          
I want him. I need him. I wish he could
                          
know that. I wish he could know that 
                          
my feelings for him are forbidden and 
                          
taboo, and maybe the feelings are from 
                          
an impulse. Maybe it's just hormones 
                          
or me to escape reality, but all I know 
                          
is that he gets me so flustered. He 
                          
needs to know that. But how could I 
                          
tell him? How could I tell him how I 
                          
have been thinking about him in ways 
                          
that I shouldn't be. I feel like I'm in a 
                          
romance novel. The sexual frustration 
                          
is unbearable. I am so vulnerable. He 
                          
could do anything to me and I would 
                          
let him. I know I shouldn't talk like 
                          
this. I know I shouldn't think like this. 
                          
If anyone found out what I'm thinking, 
                          
I would be fucked. Even though I desire 
                          
for him to know, he cannot have that 
                          
knowledge. He is absolutely 
                          
dangerous.
                          
Sincerely,
Y/N Y/L/N
                          
~ friday ~
                          
"Okay, I was very impressed with the letters that you all have turned in. Very impressed." Mr Hiddleston says. He comes up to my seat and leans in. "Miss Y/L/N, would you please see me after class about your letter?"
                          
Oh, fuck. Did I make it too obvious? 
                          
"Yes, sir." I say. 
                          
"Thank you." He says and returns to the front of the lecture hall.
                          
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"Uhm... You wanted to speak with me?" I ask him.
                          
He sits on the edge of his desk and grabs the letter I wrote.
                          
"Just in curiosity, who did you mean in this letter? The person you were talking about?" He questions.
                          
"No one. It was just the first thing that came to my mind." I say. "And you said that we could write about anything."
                          
"Indeed, I did, young lady."
                          
"Is that all you needed, Mr Hiddleston?"
                          
"Well, Y/N, the way you were talking in the letter, it sounded a lot like me."
                          
Of course it was you!
                          
"Well i-it was not about you."
                          
"Yeah? Then what is taboo about your feelings? Because a student thinking about her teacher in a way that she knows is... naughty... sounds extremely taboo to me." He says and brushes the hair away from my eyes.
                          
"Mr Hiddleston, I-"
                          
"Darling, don't fight your urges. After all, I am dangerous."
                          
Word count- 756
                          
I'll see myself out. Goodbye.
                          
XoXo,
RK