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The only thing that kept me from falling asleep in class was my hand numbing when I rested my head on it. Who thought English could be so boring. Looking back, I thought it'd be fun. I love creative writing, I'm working on a novel actually...when I'm not drowning in essays my professor Mr. Mulaney assigns.
I lied earlier, there are two things keeping me awake; my hand, and Mr. Mulaney. He worked for Saturday Night Live a few years ago but quit pretty soon, I guess he thought his last option would be teaching a bunch of hung over college kids who are only sitting in this room because daddy paid for it. But I think he likes his job, sometimes. He usually got a laugh out of us every now and then, he's definitely my favourite professor.
I'll be honest, I was a fan of his before he worked here. I had been to one of his stand-up shows and watched his Netflix specials. He always had me wheezing. Usually I don't go for older guys, but I think his sense of humor attracted me originally. He doesn't seem like he'd be very tall, probably because he has such a young face and is quite lean, but he's taller than me and that's a major plus.
Mr. Mulaney checked the clock on top of the door and started to erase the board, "Alright, you guys are free to go. I still haven't received everyone's annotations of Jane Austin!" He added, but everyone was already out the door. I finished up packing my things and started to walk down the lecture room's stairs, "Y/N, can I see you for a second?" He followed the last student to exit the room and shut the door behind them. He immediately grabbed my waist with his strong hands and pushed me up against the wall, "Falling asleep in class again Y/N? Such act shall result in punishment." He ran his hands up the side of my body, sending shivers everywhere.
I let out a sly giggle and bit my lip, "And what might that include Mr. Mulaney." I whispered.
I pressed my hands against his chest, he surprisingly has strong pecks for a lean looking guy. He pressed his lips to mine and passionately kissed me. My hands ran through his soft dark hair as he lifted me up and set me on his desk, our lips never leaving each other. He played with the bottom of my shirt and he pulled away, "That." He said into my ear before kissing me down my neck. Just as he was lifting my soft shirt a knock came from behind the door. He immediately let go of me and I sprung off of the desk adjusting my hair, "Come in!" He yelled and flattened out his suit.
Someone from my class had come back. I recognized him, he was a pretty quiet sat behind me chewing on the end of his pencils, "Mr. Mulaney, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about-"
John cut him off before he could finish, "Um, yes, sure. I'm just a little busy with Y/N right now but I can speak to you tomorrow." He said with an artificial smile. The boy nodded and left. John turned to me and pulled me in by my hips again, "Now where were we?"
