Hey, request. Professor Sirius going to a vinyl record shop where student reader works and they end up fucking in the backroom.
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The day was dragging; Y/N loved her job make no mistake, but the weather outside was warm and the sun was shining, causing her to long for 5pm when she could clock out. Only an hour left. She'd slipped Hard Days Night by The Beatles onto the record player a few minutes earlier and the title single was blaring from the speakers around the room. She was also the only one on shift, so the lack of social interaction with a normal human being (ie not a hipster boasting of their 'rare' test or old men being assholes) was driving her crazy. The bell on the door rang out as she partially sulked, but she pulled a smile onto her face to greet the customer coming through the door. Shit...
Her music history professor, Sirius Black, walked through the door. Panicked, Y/N ducked below the counter. There were many problems with the current situation. One: she was dressed entirely inappropriately to be seen by her professor, the weather had caused her to opt for a white crop top that was essentially see through, denim shorts, fishnets and boots, she knew such a well educated man would judge her appearance. Two: Fuck, he had to be the most gorgeous man walking the earth, which was a problem; she could feel herself getting wet during every single one of his lectures.
"Y/N?" His smooth voice rang out throughout the shop. "Is that you?"
She mentally prepared herself for the worse, grabbed a box from the floor and stood up straight.
"Professor Black? What a lovely surprise!" Her voice feigned innocence as she placed the box on the desk. She couldn't help but clock how his eyes focused on her tits that were clearly visible through her top. Y/N brushed the feeling away.
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" She asked quickly, wandering out from behind the desk. Sirius stuttered.
"Uh... no just having a browse." His eyes were dark, he was usually such a gentle, charasmatic man, but today he was tenser. She watched from in front of the desk as he browsed, her hands barely focused on the stock she was meant to be unpacking from the boxes.
"Did you choose the music?" He asked casually, moving closer to her. Something in the air was thickening.
"Uh yeah I did." Y/N smiled, attempting to keep her voice from shaking. He smirked. He had a few records underneath his leather clad arm.
"Good choice. There isn't a back room or anything I could give these a listen to in is there?"
