#🍋 threads ● lo x jacob (sinfuldynamics)

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"Mr. Bankole, do you have a moment?" Nimble fingers tapped against the doorframe, green eyes appraising the teacher in question as Lo sauntered into his space without waiting for any real acknowledgment. She was, after all, a girl on a mission. "I'm sure you're busy but I thought we could discuss my grade in your class." The blonde had never failed a class in the entirety of her academic life and yet here she was trailing behind. Deft fingers closed the door behind her, turning the lock with the softest of clicks.

[lemonadecabaret]

"I won't tell if you don't, Papi." She offers all too softly, emerald eyes sparkling with faux-innocence before the red curves of her lips curl over pearly white teeth. The blonde is undeterred - entirely undaunted - by the thought that he won't give in or she won't somehow have her way. Heeled steps carry the sun-kissed Latina deeper into her professor's office as if it were her domain rather than his. "You have something I want ― I know that I have something you want..." Lo chuckled softly, allowing the insinuation to hang in the air between them as she crossed her arms beneath the ample curves of her chest, pushing them closer together. "Let's make a trade."

〝 Negotiation you say uh? 〞 Drawled he, though: it came with a shade of a smile, a trickle of humor in hazel eyes —— and his brows lifted. The coy expression written upon her features was plain, and that brought about a twinge of warmth somewhere deep. 〝 Who’s to say there’s room for some? The policies of the University are strict regarding the passing grade. 〞Mr. Bankole couldn’t resist voicing the light-hearted comment; although it was more of a truth. If there was one thing this beauty seemed to be good at, it was making him grow hot under the collar. This had only been the beginning, but look at her. Lounging gaze all over him like she owned Jacob, taunting the professor wherever she damn well pleased.

[lemonadecabaret]

"Surprised?" Lo draws out the word, amusement tinging her decadent tone as she allows her green gaze to search his features now that he's fully looking at her. (She hasn't missed where the teacher's eyes linger, just as she's never failed to notice all the times before.) "No ― but I still believe there's room for negotiation, don't you?" Her course load was heavy and while his class was mandatory it didn't actually pertain to her chosen field...she'd taken a calculated risk. Deft fingers pluck at the first button of her blouse, straining to be free as it already was.

Of all things to notice about Lo (and there were visually plenty), one of the more prominent was the level of poise she carried. Her chin was high & her eyes locked and unwavering. 〝 There’s isn’t much to talk about. You never listen in class and handed in the latest assignment three days after I had asked you to. 〞The fabric enhancing the prominence of her bust had the slightest tug of his lips upwards, Jacob’s attention that had been lingering upon paperwork now on full display towards the student before him. 〝 You can’t possibly be surprised by your grade, hm? 〞