You felt a hand grabbing your hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail. You felt another hand grabbing your ass and squeezing, making you shudder and moan. You felt lips against the back of your neck and a hard cock pressing against your back. You felt safe and aroused. You felt like you needed to get jumped.
"You're such a little slut." His voice. Professor Durin's. He was talking to you dirty, making your pussy clench and your nipples hard.
"Isn't that right? You're my dirty little bitch." You moaned as he tugged your hair again, and his lips found your neck and started sucking.
"Yes sir." Your legs were shaking. You couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"You want my cock in you? Hmm? You want me to fuck you?" His fingers traced the skin of your thighs, moving from your ass to your thighs and then back.
"Oh god..." His touch was electrifying. It was sending your body into overdrive.
"You want me? You want my thick cock?" You couldn't answer. You couldn't answer anymore because of his lips at the base of your throat and his cock pressing against you.
"Yes. Yes sir. Please..." You let out a breathy moan as you felt his thick, rough hands cup your mound, his index finger pressing against your clit.
"Get up! You're late!" You groaned and slammed your hand against your night stand and let out a loud sigh. You were in the middle of s dream. A damn good dream.
"Go away!" You yelled at the person who dared to interrupt your sexy, wet dream.
"Your friend is outside and it looks like he has something to tell you." Your insterest was peaked and you slowly sat up. Your hair was sticking up at odd angles, because it always was. And when you spread your legs, you felt something wet between your legs.
"Y/N? I have a problem and I need your help." You groaned, again, and waited until your roommate had left and then you welcomed bilbo into your dorm room.
"What?" The door opened and in walked Bilbo. His hair was a mess and his face was red and flushed. You tilted your head, unsure why he looked so ashamed, and then when he turned you saw it.
"Oh my god! What the fuck is on your neck?!" Bilbo turned towards you and he placed his hand on his neck, covering the red and sore-looking welt.
"That is from..." Bilbo sighed and then dropped his hand.
"That's from my professor. Bofur." Your eyes widened and your jaw went slack.
"Damn! He didn't waste any time did he?" You reached out to touch the mark, only to have your hand slapped away.
"Don't touch it! It'll burn." You frowned and then crossed your arms. Your tank top and lack of a warm bed all stacked up against you; making you cold.
"Well when the hell did this happen? Why the fuck did he give you that damn mark? I mean you just met him. HOW did it happen?" Bilbo didn't answer you right away. Instead, he hesitated and bit his lip.
"I'll get dressed. Let's go get coffee. And then you can tell me the whole story."
You sat opposite Bilbo in a small campus cafe. You had a coffee in one hand and a double chocolate chip scone in the other. You bit part of your scone and then took a sip of coffee, all while waiting for bilbo to start talking.
"Well..?" You noticed how Bilbo hesitated, and then looked around to see if anything or anyone might be listening
"it happened last night. I...he told me to stay after class and then he showed me his mates mark and I showed him mine. They matched." You took another sip of your coffee.
"So you went from showing each other your marks to having a bright red mark on your neck, I'm assuming from sex." Bilbo flushed again and stuttered, but he never denied it.
"We talked. He asked me to go to dinner and we went to dinner. And we talked. And then.." You smirked and then leaned forward.
"So...are you a bottomer?" You laughed to yourself as Bilbo, again, got red in the face and stuttered.
"I'm joking Bilbo! Relax." But still he stayed red in the face. He shook his head and then kicked you under the table. You jerked and helped, giving him a small glare until you followed his eyes.
Professor Durin and Professor Bofur (she didn't know his last name) were in the same shop. Bofur had a huge grin on his face as he talked to Thorin, his hands moving as he spoke.
"Well would ya look at that!" Your gaze turned back to Bilbo. His jaw went slack and he licked his lips and coughed.
"Don't say a thing. Do not say..." It was too late. You had to do it.
"Bilbo! You're such a funny guy!" You laughed loudly, smacking the table slightly with your hand. Bilbo shrunk down in his seat as you continued to draw attention to the pair of you.
"Shut up!" Your attempts at getting their attention proved successful. Within a few moments, Thorin Durin and Bofur walked over to the table. Bofur had another smile on his face, and his eyes wandered Bilbo's frame.
You swore it was the cutest thing, the way his eyes searched over his mate, making sure he was okay. And Bilbo, obviously preened under his attention. Even if Bilbo was embarrassed at having the mark, he enjoyed his mates attention.
"Nice to see you again Bilbo." Another kick to your shin had you gritting your teeth, and swearing under your breath.
"I don't think we've met before." Now you had Bofur's eyes on you. You smiled and stretched out your hand.
"I'm Bilbo's best friend, Y/N. He talks about you all the time." You winked at Bilbo, adding to his embarrassment. The object of his affection, Bofur, laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Y/N." You froze. A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his thick, husky voice. You remembered your wet dream and clenched your thighs. You could feel yourself getting wet just from being near him.
"Professor Durin. Hello." You squeaked and brushed hair behind your ear, even though you were desperate to hide behind it. You could feel Bilbo's small smirk on you, knowing that you were getting a taste of your own medicine.
You knew Bilbo was feeling smug. You could feel it as he watched you get embarrassed and red in the face. You knew it.
"Look at the time! I should go. I have a paper to write. I'll see you later!" Your eyes widened and you became frantic as Bilbo stood, grabbing his coffee and his bag, and left the table with a quick wave. Your eyes followed both him and Bofur as they left, leaving you alone.
"You survived your hangover." You bit your lip and tried your damnedest to not look at the sexy Professor in front of you. You would not and could not give in.
"I survived. I always do." You felt his eyes on you. You were trying not to look at him and his eyes were on you. Trailing from your head down to your neck and then your breasts, his gaze felt heavy and you enjoyed it.
"You should drink less. You shouldn't waste your univeristy experience on drinking. There's a lot more you could be doing with your time." You lifted your eyes and met Thorin's. His gaze was intense and his blue eyes were slightly darker than usual.
"Are you really..." you were cut off.
"I'm not telling you how to spend your time, Y/N. It's my opinion. You only have a limited time in University, and you should make the most of it. And unless you want to go for another degree, and spend another large amount, you should focus on healthier activities." You furrowed your eyebrows and bit the inside of your cheek.
"Show me your mates mark." You wanted to see it. You had to see it. You didnt think it was coincidental having all these dreams about Thorin Durin. You didn't think it was just by chance that you couldn't keep your eyes off of him, or your thoughts.
"You already know." You needed to see it. You wouldn't take no for an answer. You grabbed his sleeve and pulled it up his forearm, your hand going limp.
There it was, staring at you. His mates mark. The same one you had on your arm. The lines, the design, the interlocking pattern. It was all the same. Yours was smaller, but it was the same.
"Fuck." Your heart and mind were racing. You didn't know what to think and how to react. You had no idea that he was your soulmate.
"You needed to see it." You withdrew your hand like it had been burned and cradled it to your chest. You couldn't believe it. It was your professor.
"Y/N..." You stood up and grabbed your coffee cup, ignoring his hand reaching out for you.
"Y/N..." You ignored him. You had to get out of here. You darted towards the door and yanked it open, leaving the cafe. You didn't turn back to see if he was following you, but you could see his eyes on you.
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