Chapter 1

                                    

                                          



"Y/N? Do you remember what the difference between a trigger and a stressor is?"


A bright flush rose to your cheeks, your eyes darting to the spot where Professor Reid stood in front of his desk. His caramel-colored eyes gazed expectantly at you, waiting ever so patiently for a reply. You could feel the stares of your rather uninterested peers washing over you as you desperately dug through the crevices of your brain to try and retrieve what you possibly could from last week's lecture.


Unfortunately, all you could recall was the way Spencer had absentmindedly rubbed the stubble that had begun to grow on his chin. The circles beneath his eyes had been darker than usual that night and from his lack of trademark enthusiasm, it had been rather evident that something had been troubling him. The usual excitement in his voice was gone as he had instructed your classmates to turn to chapter 5 of your textbook. He was never really one to spend the majority of the class behind his desk, ordering the class to read until the clock struck 9:15pm.


You had opened your textbook at his instruction to do so, but after seeing his dampened demeanor, you couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be done to cheer him up. Your empty notebook sat spread open on the table before you, the end of your red pen occasionally finding its way between your teeth as you snuck glances at Dr. Reid in his chair. His head rested in one of his slender hands, his pronounced veins leading down from his knuckles into his wrist. His locks of long brown hair fell around his face, partially obscuring the frown softly etched at the corner of his lips. If only you could make him feel better...


And so, rather than take notes on chapter 5 during your last class, you recounted all the ways you could please your professor. Usually, you weren't like this. You were attentive in your other classes, always ready and willing to participate. You were borderline obsessed with achieving stellar academic performance, losing countless nights of sleep for an 'A'. One might say you had an unhealthy relationship between your academic success and self-image, but what do they know?


However, none of that applied to your Criminal Psychology class with Dr. Spencer Reid. Like every other usual teenage college girl, you were horny and most definitely had sexual desires, but being around Professor Reid always amplified your sex drive substantially.Of course, you could fuck one of the guys in your dorm, but something about Professor Reid always sent you rushing over the edge. The thought of fucking your older, incredibly hot, and extremely intelligent professor always rewarded you with a heart-racing, gasping-for-air orgasm but the thought of him dominating you? The thought of him wrapping one of his hands around your neck, tilting your gaze to meet his, as he tells you to beg for him to take you always took you to another plane of orgasmic bliss. Thankfully, your roommate tended to spend her nights at the library, leaving you with just enough alone time to indulge in your fantasies. In last week's class, you mostly thought about climbing beneath his desk and servicing him to the best of your abilities.


"Y/N?" Dr. Reid called again, seeming almost annoyed with your silence.


"I'm- I'm sorry Professor. I'm not sure." If Reid is disappointed by your lack of a satisfactory response, he doesn't show it and instead launches into a comprehensive explanation of the two terms. Sinking lower into your chair, you pull the collar of your white sweater higher, attempting to hide the rosy tint that now glazed your neck. You spend the remainder of the lecture with your eyes glued to your notebook, taking note of Spencer's every word. At 9pm Spencer stops his lecture and tells the class that they are free to leave early, reminding you all of the upcoming exam next week.


You shove your notebook and pen into your bag without much thought and stand up, tugging on the end of your rather short plaid skirt. You follow your classmates towards the door without glancing back at Spencer. Unfortunately, a quick escape is not in your cards as the sound of crackling thunder echoes in your ears. Within moments, a symphony of rain beats against the windows. Figuring it may be a better idea to wait out the rain, you return to your seat, only to realize you and Dr. Reid are the only people left in the classroom. Reid shuffles some papers on his desk, not looking up as he speaks to you.


"Y/N, I think we need to discuss your academic performance in my seminar." Swallowing the lump in your throat, his gaze now meets yours as he stares intensely back at you. If you weren't so concerned for your GPA, your knees may have given out. Before you can reply, he gestures for you to come closer and you oblige, moving so you're standing in front of his desk.


"I've noticed that you consistently seem to be distracted during my lecture. I understand the content may not be interesting to all of my students, however-"


"No, Professor, I find the material to be very interesting. I'm very passionate about the subject matter, I swear. It's just- I..." Your voice trails off as you lower your eyelids, peering at the bottom of Spencer's desk beneath your eyelashes.


"Are you having issues outside of the classroom?" Spencer asks, his voice much softer now. "If you aren't comfortable sharing, that's alright... If there is something I can help you with though, please do not hesitate to ask."


Biting your bottom lip, you can feel the words clawing their way up your throat before you can even manage to give them another thought.


"I'm okay Professor, really... I just think maybe I could benefit from utilizing your office hours- it's much easier for me to learn one-on-one." Spencer nodded, seemingly accepting your excuse with a rather sweet smile.


"That's not a problem, Y/N. Not everyone is well-suited for a large classroom learning environment. Do you have the information on my office hours?"


"Yes, it's in the syllabus. Tomorrow night at 9pm- Room 310, right?"Spencer nodded, pointing towards the stairwell at the edge of the classroom, "You'll take that stairwell up to the third floor and make a right. Turn the corner of that hallway and my office is the last room." Thanking Spencer for his time and future help, you smiled and wished him a goodnight before walking out. Your heart fluttered as you exited his classroom, your mind already racing about what would come out of tomorrow night's tutoring.That's definitely it, you totally just needed some one-on-one instruction and weren't going to use your private tutoring sessions as a one-way ticket to seducing your professor. Definitely purely doing this for your academic success and gold star student status.