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ks-dreams-fantasies · 11 months ago

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TEACH ME PT.5 | TRAVIS KELCE

a/n: I know I've been MIA and I'm deeply sorry, hope you can forgive me. Here's a longer chapter for you guys. Still pretty soft but cute. It's going to become spicy in the next chapters, so stay tuned for that.

Warning: None

Words: 3.348 (not proofread)

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 4

TEACH ME PT.5 | TRAVIS KELCE

Later that evening, after your day filled with playful banter and shared moments with the kids, you sat on your couch, sipping on a glass of white wine. The buzz from the day’s excitement lingered, and you found yourself reaching for your phone to give Travis a call.

The phone rang a few times before he picked up, his voice warm and inviting. "Hey there, I was just thinking about you. How’s the night treating you?"

You couldn’t help but grin at his playful tone. "Pretty great, actually. And I have you to thank for the wonderful day."

Travis chuckled on the other end. "Glad to hear that. So, spill the details. What’s your favorite part of the day?"

As you recounted the moments spent with the kids, laughter and shared experiences, you could feel Travis’s genuine interest through the phone. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a comfortable exchange that reflected the ease between you.

Before you knew it, the topic shifted to the surprise bouquet and the unexpected plane ticket he had sent you. "I couldn’t believe it when I found those waiting for me," you admitted, feeling a rush of gratitude. "Thank you, Travis. You didn’t have to do that. The bouquet is beautiful. You really know how to make a girl feel special."

Travis chuckled softly. "You deserve it. I just wanted to make you smile. Consider it a preview of what's to come. I thought you might want a little something to brighten your day while I'm away." You couldn’t suppress a chuckle. "Well, you certainly succeeded in doing that. But about the ticket—"

Travis jumped in before you could finish. "I know it’s short notice, but I wanted to make sure you had a chance to visit KC. Besides, I have a game coming up, and I’d love for you to be there. "

You were touched by his gesture. "That’s incredibly sweet of you, Travis. I’d love to come. It’ll be an adventure for sure." The conversation meandered into plans for the upcoming trip, laced with excitement and the promise of new adventures. Travis was eager to show you around, his enthusiasm contagious. The days that followed were a whirlwind of anticipation and planning. You couldn't shake the smile off your face after that incredible evening with Travis on your official first date. Every text, call, and shared moment only deepened the connection between you two.

Your classroom buzzed with excitement as the kids were eager to know more about the mysterious bouquet and the note. They couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of their teacher having a secret admirer.

Camille, your confidante, and cheerleader, was over the moon, practically planning your entire wardrobe for the trip to Kansas City. She oscillated between teasing and genuine excitement, leaving you laughing at her enthusiasm.

The days dwindled away, each passing moment building up the anticipation for your upcoming trip. Travis was a constant presence in your thoughts, his gestures and the sheer thoughtfulness behind each message making you feel like a school girl.

As the day of your flight neared, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, deliberating over what to pack. Camille sat on your bed, throwing outfit suggestions your way faster than you could consider them.

"You've got to look effortlessly chic but also comfortable," she insisted, holding up a stylish yet casual ensemble.

You chuckled, admiring her enthusiasm. "I think I'll manage. But thanks for the fashion advice."

The day before your flight, you received a call from Travis, his voice warm and inviting over the phone. "Hey, just making sure you're all set for tomorrow. I've got a few surprises planned."

Your heart fluttered at the excitement in his voice. "I'm beyond excited! What surprises?" you teased, hoping for a sneak peek.

He laughed, a melodic sound that made your heart skip a beat. "Ah, ah, can't spoil the fun. But I promise, you're in for a treat."

The night before your flight was filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You packed and repacked, ensuring you didn't forget anything essential. Camille stayed over, the two of you reminiscing about past adventures and making plans for when you returned.

The next morning arrived in a rush of adrenaline. You barely slept a wink, your mind filled with thoughts of the trip and the moments awaiting you. A quick check of your suitcase, a last-minute glance in the mirror, and you were ready to embark on this new chapter.

At the airport, the buzz of travelers and the anticipation in the air only fueled your excitement. Security cleared, you made your way to the gate, heart racing with every step closer to seeing Travis again.

The announcement for your flight echoed through the terminal, signaling the start of your journey. As you settled into your seat, the anticipation bubbled within you, the plane humming with the promise of a fun weekend.

As the flight took off, you gazed out the window, the city shrinking into the distance. Thoughts of what lay ahead filled you with a sense of joy and nervousness, a beautiful mix of emotions swirling within.

Kansas City awaited, and so did Travis. The promise of new experiences, shared moments, and the chance to explore a city with someone special made your heart race. The adventure had just begun, and you were ready to embrace every moment of it.

The descent into Kansas City was exhilarating. As the plane landed and passengers started to gather their belongings, your heart raced with anticipation. Stepping off the plane, the familiar buzz of a new city surrounded you, the air carrying the excitement of the adventures ahead.

As you made your way through the bustling airport, Travis’s text chimed in, “Just landed? I’m parked at the arrivals, can’t wait to see you!”

You grinned, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of reuniting with him. Your pace quickened, eager to see the man who had been on your mind for days.

Spotting Travis waiting by the arrivals gate, your breath hitched. Dressed casually yet stylishly in jeans and a well-fitted tee, he looked even more handsome than you remembered. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of you, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there," Travis greeted, pulling you into a warm hug that felt like coming home.

The familiarity of his embrace made your heart skip a beat. You matched his grin, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of him. "Hey, stranger! Missed me already?" you teased, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Travis chuckled, stepping closer. "More than you know. But I must say, you’re looking even better than I remembered." His gaze swept over you appreciatively, sending a warmth through you.

"Well, I had to bring my A-game for the city tour," you quipped, enjoying the playful banter.

As he reached for your suitcase, his hand brushed against yours, sending an electrifying tingle down your spine. "Shall we head out then? I’ve got a couple of surprises lined up for you," Travis said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The casual flirtation between you and Travis felt effortless, the chemistry palpable as you made your way to his car. The car ride was a flurry of laughter, easy conversation, and subtle touches that spoke volumes.

"So, any hints about these surprises you mentioned?" you teased, unable to contain your curiosity.

Travis flashed a sly smile. "Ah, where’s the fun in spoiling the surprise? But I promise you won’t be disappointed."

As Travis navigated the streets of Kansas City, the city's vibrant energy surrounded you. The car ride was a symphony of shared laughter, playful teasing, and moments that felt like they were plucked straight out of a romantic comedy.

You couldn’t help but grin at Travis’s playful secrecy about the surprises. "You’re really committed to keeping these under wraps, aren’t you?" you teased, enjoying the delightful mystery.

He shot you a grin that sparkled with mischief. "Absolutely! Gotta keep the suspense alive. Builds up the excitement, you know?"

Your curiosity was piqued, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of anticipation. The chemistry between you and Travis was undeniable, each moment spent together deepening the connection.

Pulling into a parking spot, Travis cut the engine, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And here we are!"

You looked around, a hint of curiosity in your expression. "Here? Where exactly?"

Travis pointed to a bustling street lined with colorful shops and cafes. "Welcome to one of my favorite spots in town. Thought we'd start our adventure with some local treats and maybe a bit of shopping. You up for it?"

Your eyes lit up at the prospect, a playful smile forming on your lips. "Absolutely! Lead the way, tour guide extraordinaire."

The two of you strolled down the vibrant street, exploring quaint shops and sampling delicious treats. Travis was the perfect guide, sharing anecdotes about each place and introducing you to the city’s hidden gems.

Amidst the laughter and easy banter, there were subtle touches, a brush of hands when reaching for the same item at a shop, a lingering glance that spoke volumes. The chemistry crackled in the air, adding an extra layer of excitement to the day.

As you settled down at a charming café for a quick break, sipping on some freshly brewed coffee, Travis leaned in with a playful twinkle in his eye. "Okay, maybe it's time for a tiny hint about the surprises."

Your eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Finally! Lay it on me."

Travis leaned closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say one involves a spectacular view and the other might be nostalgic. But that’s all you're getting for now."

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the thrill of the unknown. "I'm intrigued. Can't wait to see what you have in store."

As Travis and you stepped out of the charming cafe where you’d shared a warm beverage and a pastery, the late afternoon sun bathed the streets in a golden glow. The chatter and laughter between you felt like a warm embrace amidst the bustling city.

As you strolled along the street, absorbed in conversation, a flurry of camera clicks disrupted the tranquility. Paparazzi had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, snapping pictures of Travis. He shielded you instinctively, guiding you away from the commotion.

"Sorry about that," he murmured, a hint of frustration in his voice. "They're everywhere sometimes."

You offered a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently. "It’s okay. I guess that comes with the territory, huh?"

Travis nodded, the tension easing as you continued your walk. Soon, you arrived at his place, a modern yet cozy and beautiful house that exuded warmth.

Travis guided you through his home, the décor a reflection of his eclectic tastes and passions. He stopped in front of a guest room, gesturing toward it with a smile. "This is the guest room. Feel free to settle in here. I've made sure it's comfy for you."

You nodded appreciatively, taking in the inviting setup. "Thank you, Travis. It looks lovely."

Yet, there was a gentle hesitancy in his demeanor. He shuffled his feet slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a touch of shyness. "Um, I mean, if you're more comfortable, there's also my room. I could set up the guest room too, but..."

Travis’s voice trailed off, a hint of uncertainty lingering in the air. His suggestion hung between you, laced with a vulnerability that surprised you. You understood the unspoken invitation, the gentle offer to share his personal space, but you also sensed his hesitance.

Your heart warmed at his gesture, his consideration palpable. "I appreciate that, Travis. Your kindness means a lot."

A comfortable silence settled between you, the unspoken understanding weaving a delicate thread of connection. The offer was sweet and genuine, but you also sensed the boundaries he respected.

"I think I’ll settle into the guest room for now," you finally said, offering a warm smile. ‘’Of course,’’ he responded with a smile, ‘’I’ll let you get ready for your next surprise’’

You dropped your things off and freshened up, excited for the evening’s surprises Travis had planned.

Once you opened your suitcase, you surprisingly found the red and lacy 2 piece set that Camille had bought you before your first date with Travis. You grabbed your phone and snapped a quick picture sending it to you friend.

I don’t remember packing that...

Glad you arrived safe and sound. I figured it might come in handy for your trip, thank me later 😉

You shook your head giggling before picking an outfit for the evening. As the sky transitioned into a canvas of twilight hues, Travis led you outside, where a vintage car awaited.

‘’You look beautiful’’ he said with a genuine smile. You thanked him, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

Travis opened the car door for you with a grin. "Ready for the next surprise?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Absolutely."

The drive to the outdoor dinner spot was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances, the city lights painting a picturesque backdrop. You arrived at a charming courtyard lit with fairy lights, a table set for two in a secluded corner.

Travis pulled out your chair with a charming smile. "Welcome to our dinner spot."

The evening unfolded like a dream, a delectable meal served under a canopy of stars, animated conversations, and shared laughter that echoed in the intimate space.

Travis glanced over at you, a playful smirk on his lips. "So, tell me something random about yourself. Like, your secret talent or an odd quirk."

You chuckled, mulling it over. "Well, I have this uncanny ability to remember the lyrics to almost every song I've ever heard. Comes in handy for karaoke nights."

Travis raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Impressive! Mental note: invite you to a karaoke night."

You nudged him playfully. "Better brush up on your singing skills then, Mr. Kelce."

He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Challenge accepted."

The banter flowed effortlessly between you, each moment feeling comfortable and easy. Conversations shifted from favorite movies to childhood memories, the laughter echoing through the park.

As youcontinued to eat your amazing dinner, Travis leaned in, grabbing your hand to caress it like it was nothing. "So, what’s your go-to guilty pleasure food?"

You grinned, knowing exactly what he was asking. "Pizza, hands down. I can never resist a good slice."

Travis nodded approvingly. "Solid choice. Mine's probably ice cream, especially on game nights."

You arched an eyebrow, teasingly. "Does ice cream give you your touchdown mojo?"

He chuckled. "Maybe not directly, but it definitely adds to the celebration."

As the evening deepened, Travis led you to another surprise—an old-fashioned drive-in movie setup in a secluded spot, complete with a screen as you both got comfortable in his car. Travis extended his arm to get a small basket form the backseat. He handed you some popcorn and candy as well as a drink for you to sip on during the movie.

‘’Wow you really came prepared.’’ You chuckled impressed by him.

‘’Of course I did.’’ He said pulling a blanket and putting it on the both of you so you could get cozy. He drapped his arm on the seat pulling you closer to his body as the screen lit up announcing the movie that was about to play.

Your favorite movie, "Casablanca," played in classic black and white, the iconic scenes flickering across the screen.

You couldn’t contain your delight. "You remembered!"

Travis grinned, drapping his arm around your neck, pulling you closer to his body. "Of course I did.’’

You turned around looking into his eyes. ‘’Thank you for this, you’re the best.’’ You said before pecking his lips gently. He was taken by surprise but didn’t complain, since you arrived all he wanted to you was to kiss you.

As the black and white scenes of "Casablanca" played on the screen, the vintage car was transformed into a cocoon of intimacy. The air was charged with the nostalgia of the classic movie, and the soft glow of the moon added a touch of magic to the evening.

Travis shifted in his seat, stealing a glance at you as Humphrey Bogart's iconic scene played out. With a playful smile, he nudged your shoulder. "Quite the romantic, aren't you? Bet you've seen this movie a dozen times."

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of the moment. "Maybe a dozen and one. But it never gets old."

Travis's gaze lingered, the dim light casting a soft glow on his features. He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The simple touch sent a jolt of warmth through you, a subtle electricity that crackled between you both.

In the hushed silence of the night, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you under the canopy of stars and the timeless story on the screen.

As the movie reached a poignant moment, Travis turned to you, his eyes reflecting the vulnerability of the characters. His hand moved to gently cup your cheek, his touch tender and deliberate.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a whisper against the backdrop of the movie. "There's something about old movies that make the moments feel timeless."

Your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze, the unspoken emotions swirling between you. In that quiet space, with the characters of Casablanca whispering their love story, a different kind of tension simmered—a tension that danced on the edge of unspoken desires and the anticipation of what was to come.

Without a word, Travis leaned in, closing the gap between you. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours. It was a gentle kiss, tender yet filled with a quiet intensity, as if he was pouring his feelings into that single moment.

Your heart pounded against your chest as the kiss deepened, the quiet rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the city creating a symphony around you. His lips were warm and soft, a silent testament to the unspoken emotions that had been building between you both.

As the evening wound down and the drive-in movie came to a close, Travis led you back to his inviting home, the night air carrying the scent of possibility and warmth. Inside, the soft glow of lamps cast a cozy ambiance, enveloping the space in a comforting embrace.

‘’Thank you so much for tonight, it was an incredible evening, you really know how to make things special.’’

‘’I just wanted to show you how much I like you and how serious I am about this.’’ He said playing with your fingers.

‘’ Well I like you too, Travis.’’ You responded blushing. ‘’It’s getting late, I’m going to head up to bed if you don’t mind.’’ You said pecking his cheeks as he closed his eyes to appreciate the moment.

‘’Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sleep tight.’’

As you settled into the cozy guest room, a sense of gratitude filled you. The day had been nothing short of magical, and Travis's thoughtful gestures lingered in your mind, leaving a trail of warmth.

However, as you lay in bed, thoughts of the day's shared moments with Travis played on a loop. His considerate offer to share his space echoed in your mind, and a subtle curiosity tugged at your thoughts.

With a soft sigh, you found yourself standing outside Travis's bedroom door. You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the unspoken invitation. Gathering your courage, you lightly tapped on the door, the sound barely audible in the quiet house.

Travis opened the door, surprise flickering in his eyes at the sight of you in your light blue satin pyjama. "Hey, is everything okay?"

You met his gaze, feeling a rush of vulnerability. "I hope I'm not overstepping, but... I'd like to take you up on your offer, if it's still open."

To Be Continued

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devilevlls · 7 months ago

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Let’s skip class ৎ⋆˚｡

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚ - Established relationship with Mammon.

All started in a very specific day. Lucifer wouldn't be in RAD since he had a matter to attend in the human world. It was the perfect opportunity for the couple to skip class.

📌TW: Make out section inside the changing room, slightly NSFW (nothing too spicy, just a little tease) Word count: 1,261

MC was sitting at their desk, a mischievous glint in their eye as they scribbled a note on a small piece of paper.

With a sly smile, they folded the note and stealthily approached Mammon's desk, slipping it into the clutter of papers before retreating to their seat. The demon’s blue eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the unexpected message waiting for him. What is a love letter?

"What's this?" Mammon muttered to himself, unfolding the note and reading its contents. "Let’s skip class? :D - MC." His heart skipped a beat at the invitation, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling within him.

The human caught his eye from across the room, a playful smirk dancing on their lips as they motioned for him to join them. Swallowing the nerves, Mammon made his way over to the human’s desk, his mind racing with worry about the consequences of skipping class.

"MC, are ya sure about this?" Mammon whispered, glancing nervously around the room to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "What if Lucifer finds out? He's gonna be furious and probably gonna hang me upside down for everyone in RAD to see!"

MC placed a reassuring hand on Mammon's arm, their gaze unwavering. "Don't worry, baby. Lucifer's not even here today, remember? It's the perfect opportunity for us to have a little fun. Don’t you want to check out the new shop that opened?"

Mammon's apprehension began to fade as he considered MC's words. "I guess you're right," he conceded, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice. “But we gotta make sure my other brothers won't tell on us.”

“We see that later, come on ~”

With a shared grin, MC and Mammon slipped out of the classroom, their hearts pounding with anticipation for the adventure that awaited them beyond the school walls.

—*

Excitement pulsed through both of them as they approached the new fashion shop that had opened just that week. The storefront gleamed with promise, its expansive windows showcasing a tantalizing array of chic clothing and accessories.

With eager anticipation, MC darted from rack to rack as the two entered, fingers trailing over fabrics and colors as they selected a collection of stylish pieces. Meanwhile, Mammon prowled the aisles with a newfound enthusiasm, blue eyes alight with the prospect of indulging in some fashionable finds.

As they gathered their selections, the avatar of geed couldn't resist the idea of choosing matching items, all of his brothers would be so envy! With a mischievous grin, he gathered some interesting choices, his mind already racing with the possibilities. “I’m gonna make them so mad, ya bet it!”

With their arms laden with clothing and accessories, the couple made their way to the changing rooms, eager to see how their chosen ensembles would look. With a shared glance and a shared sense of anticipation, they stepped into the same changing room together, the door closing behind them with a soft click.

“Let’s try these on, maybe post a pic in our devilgram?” MC suggests with a smile, slowly lifting their shirt off.

Mammon’s eyes widened, his cheeks started to burn with embarrassment. It didn’t matter how many times he saw his partner undress, it always made his heart flutter.

“Uh, yeah…” A shy smile graced his lips as he attempted to divert his thoughts elsewhere, anything to distract his body from its instinctive reactions.

Giggles danced between them as they slipped into the stylish garments, each piece transforming their appearance. As they twirled and posed in front of the mirror, capturing the moment with playful snapshots, the air buzzed with laughter and joy. Each photo preserved not just the outfits they wore, but the memories they were creating together. “You should try this one here.” He points to a very chic pair of shoes. As MC turned away to retrieve the item suggested, they felt a sudden warmth envelop them as Mammon's fingers slid around their waist, pulling gently but firmly. A soft gasp escaped MC's lips, their heart skipping a beat at the unexpected intimacy.

With a smile, MC leaned into the touch, savoring the sensation of Mammon's warm skin against their own. “Mammon…” They pretend to scold him, but quickly surrenders as his soft lips traces kissing along their sensitive neck, giving them shivers.

The avatar of greed loved that position, being able to grab them from behind, his clothed stirring erection pressing against the soft curve of their buttocks as he nibbles into their skin. Gosh… It was like magic. That was better than winning any bet.

The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers of pleasure racing down his spine. It was a moment of pure euphoria, a heady blend of desire and affection, the human gasping and pressing themselves into him, showing off how much they wanted to keep going. His human's boldness took Mammon by surprise as their hand reached behind them, boldly grasping his bulge and squeezing it gently.

“MC…” He hisses, pressing himself harder, rubbing his throbbing arousal into their soft hand.

As a low ring emanated from MC's phone, they glanced at the lock screen, their heart sinking at the sight of Lucifer's notification. The message was a terse warning, a reminder of his return and the expectation that everything would be in order upon his arrival. It carried a weight of authority, a threat that couldn't be ignored.

With a sense of urgency, MC's mind raced. “W-We should keep going, we can’t risk being late. This was already a fun escape.” Mammon's body tensed at MC's words, his desire warring with the rational part of his mind that knew they couldn't afford to linger any longer. Though every fiber of his being ached for release, he knew the consequences of indulging in their passion right there and then.

With a low hiss of frustration, he reluctantly loosened his grip on MC, the ache of unfulfilled desire gnawing at him.

"You're right," he murmured, his voice strained with restraint. "We can't risk being late."

The demon gently turned his human around, capturing their lips in a stolen, heated kiss. As he hugged their hips and pulled them closer, their scents mingled, their warmth blending into one as they shared a fleeting, cherished moment before returning to the House of Lamentation.

—*

As they arrived just in the nick of time, the sound of buzzing filled the air, signaling the arrival of Lucifer's portal. With quick thinking, they reopened the door, feigning nonchalance as if they had been waiting for the avatar of pride all along.

"Welcome home, dear brother," Mammon greeted, his voice strained with tension.

Lucifer's piercing gaze bore into them with suspicion as he entered the room, exuding an aura of authority. "How was your day?" he inquired, his tone measured and observant.

"Oh, just the usual, you know," MC replied with a gentle smile, attempting to maintain an air of normalcy despite the racing of their hearts.

"I see. You two should change," Lucifer remarked, already moving away from them. "I'll order something for us to eat tonight."

As Lucifer walked away, the weight of his suspicion lingered in the air, though for now, he seemed willing to overlook any discrepancies. With a shared glance of relief, the couple knew they had narrowly escaped scrutiny—for now. But they also realized the importance of keeping their absence a secret, relying on the other brothers to cover them up, lest they all face the consequences together. With that in mind, they silently vowed to maintain their secret at all costs.

They took a picture of them wearing funny shaped glasses, and that probably will be Mammon's profile picture for at least three months! (¬‿¬)

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canadianfangirl-95 · 6 months ago

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Frankie Morales- Sugar Daddy edition

Summary: You are a teacher at a private school in Texas and your colleagues warn you about one of your new parents, Mr. Morales. When you meet him, you’re blown away by the rich, suave, and extremely handsome man. He soon begins pursuing you and you must choose between keeping your job or giving in to the infatuation you feel for this man as he showers you with gifts and admiration.

About: This is the beginning of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection where each guy will get a f x reader pov story. The events of Triple Frontier are changed; No Tom (we hate Tom in this house), the helicopter never crashes so they make it to the ocean without incident, each taking home $25 million dollars. But these guys are smart so naturally they’ve basically doubled their money by now. Takes place between 7-10 years after the events of the heist.

Frankie is divorced, no reason why explained. No mention of Frankies substance abuse.

Warnings: 18 + minors DNI, age difference, reader is in her 20s, Frankie is in late 40s, smut, oral f receiving (it’s Frankie duh), alcohol, swearing, daddy kink, squirting, basically buckle up kids it's gonna be a bumpy ride

Word Count: 12k +

Long Horn Academy, a private school for the oil tycoons and fortune five hundred owners of Texas to send their kids. It was the dream school for all teachers in the state. Good money, benefits, pension, everything you could ask for. Except of course for the elitist parents and children that treat you more like a servant than an educator. However, it was still better than the public school system that’s for sure. You waited years after teaching college on a supply teacher list in order to finally get your own classroom.

September came around and you were beaming with excitement going over everything you needed for your first year as a grade three teacher at this incredible school. You had gotten to know many of the other teachers at the school during your supply years, so before class started you mulled about the teachers’ lounge with your coffee, talking about everything the year has to bring. Oh, how little you truly knew about how life changing this school year would be.

“I just can’t believe I have my own class and room now! It’s been so exhausting dragging my book bag to every room in the building because I didn’t have a desk of my own.” You beamed to your colleagues, Mrs. Young and Ms. Campbell. Mrs. Young was a seasoned vet in the teaching field, at around mid-fifties, she always sported the most comfortable clothing but still so chic. Ms. Campbell was around your age, she had bright blue hair that caused quite a stir in the school until the principal deemed it a freedom of expression issue and shut the parents down. She wore their displeasure with her as a badge of honor.

Ms. Campbell smiled at you, “Hey girl you deserve it. I had your class a few years ago and they were actually really well behaved, save for this one snot nose kid Randall.” She scrunched her nose up at the memory of him throwing paint at her.

You laughed along, you too had shared a few run in with kids like that.

Mrs. Young interjected, “Oh, you forgot to tell her the best part.” she said to Ms. Campbell, gently swatting her arm and raising her eyebrows, hoping her friend would get the hint of what she was implying.

Ms. Campbells eyes widened, and she grinned at Mrs. Young, you looked between them, trying desperately to figure out this big news.

“You’re right, she’s gonna have Liliana Morales in her class.” Ms. Young stated with excitement.

You looked confused, “Who’s Liliana Morales?” you asked.

“Oh no sweetie, not who’s Liliana Morales, who’s Daddy Morales is the question you should be asking.” She hummed into her coffee, clearly pleased with the situation at hand.

Taken aback you replied, “Okay, who’s Daddy Morales?”

The two women nodded their heads to each other before Mrs. Young responded, “Honey, he’s a rich divorced dad.”

Not at all surprised you nodded, “Okay, that’s like seventy-five percent of the dads at this school, what makes him so special?”

She grinned, “Oh, you’ll see.”

You returned to your classroom ready for the day. Everything had been prepared meticulously in order to make a good first impression with the insanely high standards these parents had. Your room was decorated tastefully with a mix of colour and neutral tones, and you had prepared a tray of lemon bars for the parents to enjoy as they mulled around the room with their children. The parents were allowed to stay for the first period of the first day to get to know the teachers’ style and ask questions, as well as provide any educational information the teacher might need for the children.

Slowly, parents and students started arriving. The majority of them greeted you politely, a few blonde mothers in their Pilates outfits shook your hand with limp wrists, clearly not approving of your attire. They all wore Chanel and Louis Vuitton, labels far out of your budget. There are some teachers at the school that dressed the part, but they were not working with your new hire salary. So, Old Navy was where you got your work clothes.

Smiling politely, you grew more nervous as the crowd in the room became louder. There were so many strange faces you didn’t know how you would get through this first period. You stood near your desk, smoothing out your skirt when a tap on your elbow shifted your attention.

A tall man stood before you, with styled brown hair and a beard with a thick mustache. He wore a light tan blazer, a brown button down and dark jeans. His eyes were bright and brown like a baby cow. You gazed hopelessly into them before registering that he was trying to talk to you.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You asked, embarrassed.

He smiled, “I’m Francisco Morales, Lilianas father.” He stated, reaching out his hand.

Morales? You thought, oh shit. This must be who the other teachers were referring to. He was so handsome your mouth went dry. You did your best to answer him, “Nice to meet you, I’m Ms. Smith.” You took his hand and shook it, feeling a spark of electricity as your fingers touched. You pulled it back and folded your arms, wondering if the feeling was all in your head or if he felt it too.

He smiled, “It’s mighty nice to meet you too. Liliana is very excited for this year.”

You nodded, “That’s great, I’ve heard good things about you- her, sorry I’ve heard good things about her.” You tucked your hair behind your ear and begged for someone to interrupt.

Unluckily for you, he stayed right at your side without wavering. “How long have you been teaching?” he asked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans and leaning on his left leg.

“I’ve been a substitute here for five years and this is my first full time role.” You answered, a little more confidently this time you may add.

Mr. Morales nodded politely, “Well I think that’s great, always good to get some fresh young minds in here to teach us old people a thing or two.” he said, adjusting his sleeve length under his blazer and giving you a kind wink.

You nodded, “I’m glad you’re happy, that makes at least one of you.” You said quietly, more to yourself than anyone else, and looked around the room at the parents swiftly critiquing the lesson plan you had posted.

He looked around at the crowd of people and then at you, noticing how uncomfortable you were. “Hey, don’t give any mind to these people. They’re not happy with anything, trust me.” He leaned in and rested his hand on your elbow. You looked at his kind and sympathetic eyes and immediately swooned. He was so handsome it made you sick, and of course he had to be nice as well. What the hell have you gotten yourself into here. No, no, you thought. It’s just a little crush, you’re sure it will pass.

You smiled kindly at his assuring comment, and he retreated to the back of the classroom, following where his daughter had ended up. You slowly moved behind the desk at the front of the classroom and tapped your fingers on it, now was a better time than ever to get this show on the road.

Clapping your hands together, you alerted the attention of the class that you would be starting. You were met with bounds of questions and critiques from the parents, you swallowed your breath so many times with your nerves you thought you might pass out. Save for Mr. Morales, he stood in the middle of the back of the room, leaning against the large window overlooking the soccer fields with a calm resolve on his face. You let your gaze linger on him far too many times, but you couldn’t help it. Each time you did, his kind eyes soaked your heart with contentment and made your knees weak.

Finally, after almost every parent had cited their concerns, you felt yourself slightly dampened. You took a deep breath looking at the clock. “So, we only have another minute left before the period is over and we break for snack so does, anybody, have any other questions or comments?” Your breath broke during the sentence, hoping not to be met with any more judgement or you might cry.

Just as a particularly snarky mother was about to raise her hand, Mr. Morales quickly popped himself off the window and took a few steps forward. “I would just like to say, I am so excited to see what you have to bring to this class this year.” He spoke confidently but kindly, and seemingly only to you. His eyes burned into yours and made your heart flutter. “I cannot think of a better teacher, to take care of our kids.” He finished.

You offered him a thankful grin and nod, “Thank you, Mr. Morales. I’m really happy to be here.” You held your hands together in front of you. Trying not to break your resolve.

The sound of the bell filled the room and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You nodded politely as the parents said their goodbyes and the children rose to get their snacks.

Mr. Morales suddenly appeared at your side, “Thank you for this, you did a great job.” he said, before backing away to the door. Not before sneakily looking you up and down.

Your eyes widened, and your heart skipped a beat. This is going to be trouble.

As the months moved along Mr. Morales’ flirting got more and more obvious. Bringing you coffee and treats in the morning, lingering after pickup to chat with you, that stupid gorgeous smile leaving you desperate for more of his attention. You learned that he and his wife divorced when Liliana was a baby and he shared custody but as the school was on the way to work, he picked her up and dropped her off even if she was his ex’s house. He told you that he owns a construction company and purchased it fairly recently. He was charming and sweet, but not so sweet as you caught him multiple times outright checking you out. You grew more and more embarrassed by your wardrobe, looking at all the amazing clothes the other teachers were wearing. You knew he was older than you, like way older than you, but you didn’t really care. Especially since it was school policy teachers couldn’t date parents, so there was no harm in flirting with a man who was clearly flirting with you.

One December morning you were in the lunchroom with Mrs. Young and Ms. Campbell, discussing your upcoming Christmas break plans.

Ms. Campbell teased you, “So, what’s it like having Daddy Morales in your class?”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s fine, he’s actually very nice.”

“Oh, I know, he’s a Southern charmer darling.”

Sipping from your coffee cup, you hid your grin as you thought of how Mr. Morales made you feel and how quickly you were developing feelings for him.

The last of the kids were leaving your classroom as the end of the day drew near. Mr. Morales crept into the room and gestured to Liliana that he was going to be speaking to you before they left. You stood still near your desk, casually folding the flyers for the Christmas concert on your desk as you awaited his approach.

He moved beside you and turned with his back to the rest of the room. “Hey darlin, how was your day?” he asked with an energetic smile.

You smiled; his informal greetings may have gone a little far past professionalism, but you didn’t mind one bit. “Good, thank you. How was yours?”

“Oh fine, construction isn’t exactly exciting but it’s a good group of guys, so, you know.” He looked slightly nervous, and you grew cautious of the interaction, he always had such a confident and suave demeanor about him. “I was actually wondering if you would be free on Friday night?” he asked, gauging your response.

Stunned, you stuttered, “Oh, um, I’m sorry Mr. Morales, but teachers aren’t actually allowed to,”

“I understand don’t worry.” He interjected, “I noticed Liliana was having a hard time with English and was wondering if you would be able to do some additional tutoring? I’d pay you, it’s my own fault really. We only speak Spanish at home so.” He looked bashful and your cheeks grew red with embarrassment that you thought for even a second, he would be asking you out.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have assumed. Um, yes, I can definitely help you that.” You nodded softly, hoping you didn’t just ruin everything.

He smiled, “That’s great thank you. Do you mind coming round my place at say 5?”

Nodding you replied, “Yes that works, I’ll get your address from her file.”

“Great, thank you again hermosa.” He said as he backed up and gestured for Liliana to follow him.

You simultaneously couldn’t wait until Friday and couldn’t even fathom the idea of being alone with this man you had so much desire for.

Friday evening came and you plugged his address into your phone. You slid into your mid 2000s Ford Focus and headed out. It was a cash car, and your first purchase once you saved enough money would definitely be to upgrade, but that was a long way away. It still felt awful parking it with its rusted fenders beside the Lincolns and Range Rovers that took up the majority of the parking lot at the school.

The neighborhoods you were driving through suddenly shifted more and more into the luxury market. You couldn’t believe the sizes of some of these houses, how could anybody have this much stuff you thought. You finally pulled into the laneway your phone indicated and were met with a long driveway to a stunning stone house with a balcony on the second level facing the road. Your mouth gapped at the size of the estate and the sight of the hoard of vintage and luxury vehicles along the front of the laneway.

Parking your car over to the side so that he may not see it as you leave, you shrugged your cardigan back on your shoulder that it had fallen off and strutted with your tote bag of learning materials to the front door. You looked around casually, there’s no bell. How could there be no bell? Just a large circular knocker in the middle of the door. You bit your lip and swiftly knocked the handle against the dark brown wood door. It made a louder thud than you thought it would, but you still felt anxious that he wouldn’t have heard anything.

When you were just about to grab the knocker again the door suddenly swings open. Leaving you motionless with your hand raised between the two of you. He was in a black button down with sleeves rolled up and khaki pants. You quickly ripped your hand back to your side, “Hi, Mr. Morales, how are you?”

He looked at you up and down briefly, you were wearing black boots with light wash jeans, a snuggly fit blue tank top and a patterned cardigan over top. “Hey sweetheart, doin’ just fine long time no see huh?”

Blushing, you realized you had literally seen him less than two hours ago. He moved in the door so you could slip by him. When you entered you were greeted with an enormous stone staircase cascading up into the second level with exposed railing. There was a crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the room, illuminating you with a stunning glow. You couldn’t help but turn where you stood, shifting your gaze continuously to the next beautiful part of the room you caught with your eyes.

Finally turning around in a half circle, our gaze was met with Mr. Morales, whose eyes were dug into you, enjoying your childlike wonder.

“Sorry,” you said bashfully. “I’ve just never been in a house like this.”

He held his hands together and took a step towards you, "That's okay. Honestly up until a few years ago I hadn't seen anything like this either. It's a bit much for me but Liliana told me she wanted to live in a castle so I couldn't resist spoiling her." He winked at you and gave a sheepish smile.

You giggled, "I get that, she's a really wonderful little girl. I've loved having her in my class."

"Thank you, and for what it's worth we have very much enjoyed having you as her teacher. You might be our favourite." He touched his hand to his chest and spoke so earnestly, it made your gaze drop embarrassingly to his mouth as he talked.

Thankfully before you had to pry another sentence from your desperately dry mouth, Liliana came bounding into the room with a skip and threw her arms around you.

Mr. Morales reached out and took her arm, "Whoa girl, let's give Ms. Smith some space. Why don't you show her to the study, and I'll check on dinner. I hope you're okay with staying for dinner. I thought it was the least I could do for stealing you on a Friday evening. I'm sure your boyfriend would've preferred to spend time with you since we hog you all day all week." He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You met his gaze, "I would love to stay for dinner, thank you. And no boyfriend so I'm all yours tonight."

He smiled, and nodded at Liliana when she took your hand to leave the room. You briefly looked back over your shoulder at Mr. Morales before you turned the corner and found he was still standing there with his hands on his hips, watching as you left.

A knock came to the door of the study and Mr. Morales poked his head in. "Hey ladies, it's dinner time. Liliana, go wash up. Ms. Smith I'll show you to the dining room."

Liliana left to go to the washroom, and you collected your things. Mr. Morales waited patiently waiting in the doorway. You heaved your heavy tote back on your shoulder and started towards him.

“Here, let me take that.” He said, pulling the strap easily off your shoulder. You nodded, thanking him and followed him through the house. Each room is more amazing than the other. He stepped aside to let you walk first into a stunning dining room. The walls were bright white with a high ceiling and pillars reaching up in each corner. The curtains had a white and blue pattern covering what you assume must be an incredible view. Sat in the middle of the room was a stunning ten-foot polished wood table with matching high back chairs wrapped around it. Your mouth gapped once again at the sight.

He gestured around you to a seat on the right side of the head of the table. There were three settings done with beautiful silver wear and plating. Just as you sat, Liliana came back in and sat herself across from you on the left side.

The table had trays of traditional Chilean food, luckily, Latin food happened to be your favourite.

“I hope you don’t mind the food; it can be a bit spicy.” he said, taking his seat beside you and offering a bottle of red wine.

You lifted your glass to hand to him, “No not at all. I actually love spice.” You said as he took the glass from you, pouring the wine in. Your fingers grazed against each other as he handed it back to you and you nearly dropped it.

“Alright Liliana, why don’t you say grace for us?” He said, after pouring himself his drink.

She happily clasped her hands together and squeezed her eyes shut. You followed suit with Mr. Morales.

“God is great, God is good, let us thank him for this food, Amen.” she said excitedly.

“Well said sweetheart, alright everybody dig in.”

The three of you ate, and laughed and drank. Mr. Morales and Liliana recounting dozens of stories, and you telling a few embarrassing vacation stories from your childhood that made Liliana laugh, and Mr. Morales too for that matter. You all had finished your food long ago when Mr. Morales looked at his watch.

“Oh, geeze baby girl. Look at the time, I’d say you should start getting ready for bed.” He said to his daughter, pointing at his watch.

She slumped in her chair, “Oh daddy, please. It’s Friday.” She put on her best puppy dog eyes that made you giggle.

He rolled his eyes at the obvious tactic, “Okay, you have to go to bed, but you can put a movie on to fall asleep to. Alright?”

She beamed, “Deal. Thank you for helping me Ms. Smith.” She said as she rose from her seat.

“Of course, sweetie, it was my pleasure.” You replied, catching Mr. Morales grinning at the interaction.

Liliana left the room and you stood to grab your plate, to which Mr. Morales quickly swatted your hands away. “Oh no no. Don’t even think about it, you’re a guest you will not be cleaning up this mess.”

“But you made this beautiful dinner, it’s the least I can do.” You protested.

He continued his objection, “Please hermosa, it’s really fine. Why don’t you just go out to the living room and I’ll bring a coffee. How do you want it?” He stood close, closer than you thought you would be comfortable with.

Stuttering you replied, “Just milk and sugar please.” And quickly retreated in the direction he had gestured.

Of course, another stunning room full of beautiful paintings and photos on the wall of Mr. Morales and Liliana.

You rounded an emerald green sofa and sat down, admiring the wood coffee table in front of you with a bouquet of roses on it.

Lost in thought you daydreamed about living here, how stunning it would be to wake up every day and stroll down that staircase. You can’t even imagine how glorious his bed must be if the damn couch is this comfortable.

Mr. Morales caught your attention and placed the coffees on the table. He sat beside you, almost right beside you. You felt your heart skip a beat but reached for the coffee to give your shaking hands something to do.

“These flowers are beautiful, roses are my favourite.” You pointed casually to the flowers.

He looked at you with his cup in his hand. “Thanks, I like them too. They really brighten up a room. So, do you like teaching at Long Horn?”

Nodding, “Yeah, it’s really great. It can be a bit overwhelming, but I do like it.”

His eyebrows knotted together, and an adorable crease split his forehead. “Overwhelming how?”

“Well, it’s just that, most of the teachers there and pretty much all of the parents are in a certain class that I’m not really in so it can be a bit, I don’t know. A bit embarrassing showing up in my car and my clothes and my shoes and well, just not really dressing the part of a teacher at such a prestigious school.” You tucked your hair behind your ear, slightly embarrassed by your honesty.

He scoffed, “Do you think their clothes make them a better teacher than you?”

Shaking your head you replied, “No of course not, it’s more of a status thing, I guess. It’s probably pretty juvenile to feel this way.”

Mr. Morales took a sip from his cup, never taking his eyes off you, “Well, would you feel more confident if you dressed the way they do?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “I guess so, yeah. I think I would feel like I fit in more and maybe would get treated better by some of the parents. But I guess this will have to do for now.” You waved away your thoughts, “I’m saving for a new car right now so I shouldn’t worry about all that.”

He hummed, looking away briefly, deep in thought.

You asked him about his work, he got a bit vague but still answered your questions intently. The conversation flowed nicely, and you enjoyed talking to him. You almost forgot how much older he was because he still had such a youthful humor about himself. He talked about his friends Santiago, Will and Benny. It felt so comfortable, but also bizarre as you were sitting having this lovely conversation in a multi-million-dollar home. You simultaneously felt out of place and right where you needed to be.

Your coffees had been finished and you looked at your phone, “I should probably get going Mr. Morales. Thank you for the dinner and coffee.” You rose from your seat.

He stood with you, “Of course, least I could do for Lilianas favourite teacher. Thank you again for tutoring her.”

You both walked slowly to the front entrance, the electricity between you could power the whole damn house. You picked up the tote bag he had rested against the wall beside the door and turned to him. “Thanks again, have a great rest of your night.”

“You as well.” he replied, rubbing his hands on his jeans. He suddenly realized his place and reached for the door, pulling it open for you. You nodded and left through it. The walk to your car felt odd, the temperature had dropped slightly so you hugged yourself a bit. Fumbling with your keys, you finally get the door open and toss the tote into the passenger seat. Looking in the rear-view mirror as you drove down the long laneway, you notice the front door is still open and his broad silhouette is stood there watching as you leave.

Sunday morning rolled around, and you had no plans, other than to totally veg out in your pjs and watch movies all day. Your hair was in a messy bun, and you had your trusty bunny slippers on. Your apartment was small, but plenty for you. Although you have to admit, it felt a lot smaller when you returned from Mr. Morales’ house on Friday. You were settled in to continue your marathon of the Alien movies when a knock came at the door. You sat up puzzled, you just placed the order for your Popeyes chicken lunch and there’s no way it’s already here. Shrugging your sweater up from where it had fallen off your shoulder you sauntered over to the door and opened it.

You were met with a woman, with brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, a knee length pencil skirt, black heels and a stunning blue silk blouse.

“Ms. Smith?” she asked.

Stunned you replied, “Uh- yes?”

“Great, I have a delivery for you.” She said as she suddenly pulled a luggage cart into view that was covered in clothing bags, shoe boxes and small packages.

You huffed in confusion as she pushed past you with the cart.

“Um- I didn’t order anything?” You followed her as she made herself comfortable in your living room.

“Size?” she asked.

Even more confused, you replied, “What?”

“Shoes, shoe size.” She said, gesturing to the boxes on the bottom of the cart.

You looked at her with more annoyance than confusion now but gave her your size.

She pulled about the boxes, putting three of them onto your kitchen table.

“I’m sorry can I ask what this is all about because I am just totally confused.” You waved your hands in the air as you conceded the situation.

Tossing her ponytail behind her shoulder as she ran her hands through the hangers. “These are from Mr. Morales.”

Your mouth gapped, what does she mean these are from Mr. Morales? Did he give you all these? How is this even happening right now?

Before you could speak again, she interjected, “Okay, I am just going to get your measurements, please stand here with your arms out.”

You were at a loss for words, so instead you did as you were told and allowed her to measure your body for sizing. She thanked you and started mulling about the hangers.

You walked towards the table cautiously, looking at the shoe boxes, they all had the same name on them, Christian Louboutin. Your hand slowly opened one of them and pushed the tissue paper aside, revealing a stunning pair of black, red bottom heels. Mouthwatering you ran your finger along the side of them and couldn’t believe your eyes.

The woman pulled a series of clothing bags off the bar and hung them over the edge of your thrift store couch.

“Oh, one more thing.” She said, reaching into a package on the front of the cart. She pulled out a long thin cardboard box and opened it as you wrang your hands together in nervousness. She slid a brown box the same dimensions as the cardboard with gold detailing on it and handed it to you. Your eyes widened as you recognized the iconic Louis Vuitton logo adorned all over it.

“Have a good day.” She stated as she pushed the rolling cart out into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

You waved your hand causally before returning your attention to the box. Sheepishly, you popped it open, and your eyes went wide at the five gold and diamond matching bracelet set. It shone in the light and your breath all but stopped completely. You looked around at the shoe boxes and bags of what you can only assume are more designer clothes. Your head spun so hard you had to brace yourself on the kitchen table. This could not be happening; this could not be real. Why on earth would this man give you all this insanely expensive stuff? You put the jewelry box down and straightened yourself up, promising yourself you wouldn’t touch anything until you spoke to Mr. Morales.

The clock ticked on the wall of your classroom Monday morning, you grew more and more anxious to see Mr. Morales. Tapping your fingers on the desk you stared at the door. Finally, Liliana came bouncing in with Mr. Morales on her heels. You swiftly strutted over to him and stood with your stance firm.

He caught the look on your face, and he grew nervous, “Hi, Ms. Smith. How was your weekend?” He glanced at your outfit; eyebrows furrowed at the fact that you were wearing the same navy dress with a stitch missing around the collar that you were wearing last week.

You pulled your lips tight at how casual he was being, “Fine, thank you. Do you mind if I speak to you in the hall?” You pointed out the door, to which he nodded and followed closely behind you.

There weren’t many people in the hall yet as he was always one of the earliest drop-offs, but you lowered your voice, nonetheless. “I had a delivery yesterday.” You stated.

He nodded, “Great, did you like everything?” He did his best to smile, considering your face did not match his.

“Mr. Morales,” You pinched your nose, “I cannot accept a bribe and you shouldn’t feel like you need to I mean Liliana did great on Friday night I think she’s really getting it and,”

He cut you off, “Whoa now, that wasn’t a bribe.” He chuckled.

You looked to him with confusion, “It wasn’t?”

“No.”

“Then, what was it?” you asked, leaning against the lockers beside you and crossing your arms.

He looked down at you, “An investment.”

Your eyebrows popped up, “An investment?” You questioned.

“Yes, you told me you would feel more confident if you dressed the part of a teacher at this school. I want the absolute best for my daughter so I thought if I invested in you then you would be able to be the best teacher you could be.” He tucked his hands in his leather jacket. That damn jacket you thought. It fit him so well and looked so good with his distressed jeans. He must not be going into the office today you thought.

Taking a deep breath through your nose you replied, “I really don’t think I can accept all that Mr. Morales. All that stuff costs more than like, three of my car.” You laughed to yourself at the situation you had found yourself in.

He took a step in, looking around for any other people in the hallway. “Let yourself be taken care of, for once in your life hermosa.” Your mouth fell open at the intense smell of his musky cologne you could now smell with him so close to you. Before you could retaliate, he turned and strutted down the hall.

You watched as he left, still too stunned to speak.

The rest of the week you strutted around the school in your new clothes. The snobby moms that typically gave you a side eye gave you a confident smile and complimented your lesson plan for the next week. You felt amazing gliding down the hallway in your red bottom heels, the gold bracelets dangling from your wrists.

Ms. Campbell nearly choked on her coffee one morning as you glided in wearing a form fitting purple work dress and black heeled ankle boots with black tights and tight blazer snug on your shoulders.

“Geeze what’s with this get up?” she asked, looking you up and down.

Shrugging you replied, “Oh just got some new clothes. I’ve been saving for a while and thought I would treat myself since I’m not travelling for Christmas this year.” A blatant lie you thought, but it was for the best. No one could know everything was from Mr. Morales. There’s no way the principal would accept his “investment” story and you’d be done for.

“So, is your class ready for the Christmas concert?” You asked, trying desperately to change the subject.

She peered at you suspiciously, “Yeah. Yeah, I think it will be good. Will Daddy Morales be gracing us with his presence?”

You nodded casually, “I believe so.”

Another teacher, Mrs. Rodriguez, came in to grab water from the fridge. She was nice enough, but you didn’t cross paths with her much. “What are we talking about ladies?” She smiled kindly.

Ms. Campbell leaned back in her chair to look at Mrs. Rodriguez, “Daddy Morales.”

You scoffed at your friend and gave her a wide look.

Mrs. Rodriguez hummed, “Mmm, Daddy Morales. He’s with your class now, isn’t he?” she asked, pointing at you.

Nodding you replied, “Yes, I have his daughter Liliana this year.”

“Lucky girl.” She commented before leaving the room.

Embarrassment grew in your chest as you worried anybody had picked up on your crush.

Friday evening came, the last day before Christmas break and the day of the concert. You had spent every waking minute preparing for it and were eager to show off your class. Everything was going off without a hitch as you stood at the side watching your class. Liliana had a little solo which she absolutely killed. You nervously peered out into the crowd to gauge the parents’ reactions. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and smiling along with the music. Your gaze suddenly caught Mr. Morales sitting on the edge of an aisle near the front, looking more handsome than ever. His hair and beard are still styled perfectly, wearing a navy knit sweater and khakis. Your eyebrows perked up as you noticed a bulge in his pants with the way he was sitting, widespread so he could rest his left leg in the aisle. All of a sudden, the music stopped, and your class was taking their bow. You shook your head straight and clapped along with the crowd.

The show finally came to a close and you stood in the hallway, saying your goodbyes to the students and parents. A hand tapped your elbow and you turned to meet eyes with Mr. Morales. He looked you up and down, seemingly pleased in the red silk blouse, black pencil skirt and heels you had put together from the selection he gave you.

“Hey darlin, that was a great show.” he said nervously.

You grinned at him, “Thank you, Liliana really stole the show. Where is she?” You asked as you scanned his sides to see his daughter was nowhere to be seen.

“She’s left with my mom; she promised her she’d take her out for ice cream after the show. No boys allowed is what I was greeted with when I asked to join.” He laughed, waving his hands slightly with his story. You giggled along.

He suddenly looked even more nervous than when you had challenged him about the gifts, “It’s kind of noisy over here do you mind if we go for a quick walk?” Pointing in the direction of the classrooms.

Unsure, but entranced, you followed. You couldn’t even feel your feet moving, they just seemed to know where to go.

You walked slowly together, not speaking until you had finally rounded the corner.

Desperate to break the silence that was held together by the utter sexual tension you were trying your best to ignore, you asked, “Is everything okay, Mr. Morales?”

He rubbed his chin with his palm and tried to look at you, “Yes, sweetheart everything, everything’s fine. I just, wanted to tell you that I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you and uh, listening to Liliana talk about you every night.”

Your chest grew red, “That’s great, I really like talking to you too Mr. Morales.”

He waved his hand causally, “Please, you don’t need to call me Mr. Morales. That makes me feel old.” He laughed nervously.

“Oh, yeah that’s fine. Francisco, right?” You asked, still trying to keep up with him as he seemed to have a destination in mind considering the pace he had set.

“Uh- yeah, yeah that’s fine.” He smiled and you nodded.

He finally came to a stop in front of your classroom, you were so entranced you hadn’t noticed this is where he was leading you. He shifted towards the door and turned the handle. You were somewhat confused as your door was locked when you left that day. Hesitantly, you walked past him into your room.

Your mouth fell open as you looked at your desk, it had a large bouquet of roses on it and sitting in front of the roses was a shiny white cushion Chanel purse.

You stopped in your tracks, “Mr. – uh, Francisco what the hell is all this?”

He closed the door behind him and took a few steps over to you, “Just a Christmas gift.”

You spun in your spot, “A Christmas gift? Really you are just too much.” You protested, part of you completely flattered and a part of you concerned.

He stepped closer still, until your bodies were just inches away from each other. Your breath was labored, and you couldn’t see straight. It wasn’t until he pointed up at the ceiling that you finally were able to focus your eyes.

A mistletoe. There was a mistletoe hanging perfectly from the ceiling above you. Your gaze dropped back to his face. He was looking intently at you, scanning every piece of you. His eyes dropped to your mouth, and you felt yourself lean in. He quickly closed the gap and met your lips with his.

His hands found themselves on your waist as you cautiously rested yours on his arms. The kiss was deep but soft, it held emotions from months and months ago and released a pain you didn’t know you were carrying.

You finally pulled yourself back, remembering the consequences of your actions. “I really, shouldn’t be doing this.” You whispered to him.

He looked down at you softly, “Why not? I know you’ve been feeling the way I’ve been feeling all this time. Why not let yourself embrace it?”

Your chest flushed and you released yourself from his grip, “Because, I would lose my job if anyone found out about, about- all of this. The gifts, the kiss. I am not supposed to be doing anything like this with a parent.” You sounded flustered now, your head spinning for all new reasons.

“What if you didn’t need your job?” He asked, trying to follow you in your steps.

You looked at him puzzled, “What do you mean what if I didn’t need my job? Of course I need my job, and I can’t find anything that will pay more in the state.”

His voice turned deeper and his eyes darkened, “What if you didn’t need your job because I would take care of you.”

Taken aback, you can barely stutter out, “What?”

He steps further into you, “What if, we gave this a real shot, and I took care of you. Because I can. Because I want to. You don’t need to move in with me or anything, but I would pay for your apartment until we got to that point. I like you hermosa. I care about you, and I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I know I’m older than you, but I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life, spoiling you and giving you the life you deserve.”

All you could hear once he stopped speaking was your heartbeat, it was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was asking you to quit your job to date him and let him shower you with gifts and love. A beautiful could be stepdaughter that you’ve grown to care so much for. It all seemed too good to be true.

He held your shoulders in his big, strong hands. “One day. Give me one day to show you what your life could be like with me. And if you hate me at the end of it, you’ll never hear a damn word out of me. But just give me one day. Please.”

Something broke inside you, your resolve was gone. You wanted nothing more than to throw your shaking body into his arms and kiss him feverishly. Right now, though, all you could muster was a quiet okay.

He nodded, “Liliana is at her moms on Christmas day, and I know you aren’t going to see any family. So please, spend the day with me and I promise I’ll make it one you’ll never forget.”

“Okay, let’s do it.” You said, trying to be confident.

He beamed, reaching around you to grab the flowers and bag as you shuffled slowly towards the door.

You looked back at him, “How did you do all this anyway?” pointing up at the mistletoe.

He chuckled, “Had to give the custodian a hundred bucks.” He said with a wink.

Christmas day.

This used to be your favourite holiday growing up. You were always surrounded by family and food. The gifts were sparce, due to your dad being on disability from an injury and your mom doing her best to keep everything together. But that never bothered you, until you would see your friends at school, and they would talk about the heaps of toys they received from Santa. Still, you had a wonderful family and that filled your heart as much as it could. You normally go visit your parents for Christmas back home in Florida, but you had saved for the last 6 years to get them a cruise and Christmas was the only time your mom could get off work. You were all prepared to spend the day in your pjs, watching movies and making cookies. Your plans were abruptly changed though, by the man who had all but begged you to go on a luxurious date with him. You figured your circumstances can’t be so bad.

You looked around your apartment, thinking about what this day could bring. If all goes well, you’d be quitting your job after the semester is done in a month and letting yourself fall into a serious relationship. All your time will be spent figuring out if you love this man. Could you? Do you? It was all so confusing, but thankfully he shouldn’t be around for a few more hours so now you just needed to finish your bowl of mac and cheese you reheated for lunch and figure out what to wear.

The bowl had just hit the sink when a knock came at your door. You looked at the clock on the microwave puzzled, once again why was someone here, you thought. Last time you had an unexpected guest, she came with a hoard of gifts, so you weren’t totally nervous this time around.

Your door swung open, and you gasped when you saw Francisco on the other side. He was fully dressed in black dress shoes, black pants with a matching blazer and a deep green button down. You swiftly looked down at yourself; a mismatched pajama set and your damn slippers.

“Hi.” You sputtered out.

He smiled, “Hey hermosa,” he stepped in and kissed your cheek before walking into your apartment.

Closing the door behind you, you ask “Isn’t our date not until later?”

He nodded, “Yes, but you still needed to get ready for the date, right?”

“Right.” You shrugged, looking down at your clothes.

“Right, so let’s go. Grab your new purse and your phone. You shouldn’t need anything else. I’m just going to use your washroom really quick, and we’ll go.” he nodded towards the other side of your apartment.

He disappeared into the hallway that led to your bedroom and bathroom, and you looked around stunned. Okay, you thought, let’s just go with the flow. You’re sure he has a plan for all this. You kicked off your slippers and slid on some boots, stuffing your phone into your purse.

He returned, adjusting his jacket, and smiles at you. “You look beautiful by the way.” He gives you a gentle kiss before grabbing the door.

You scoff at his probable joke, but follow him, nonetheless.

When you get downstairs, you’re met with a vintage Ford Mustang sitting in front of your apartment building. He stepped forward and opened the door for you before taking your hand and helping you ease down into the car.

He joined you inside and fired up the engine, pulling onto the not so busy street considering it was Christmas.

“Where are we going anyway? I’m hardly dressed for whatever occasion you have planned.”

He glances over at you with a knowing smirk, “You know I can’t tell you that sweetheart. Don’t want to ruin the surprises. And actually, you look perfect for where we are going.”

The car finally came to a halt in front of a luxury salon that you’ve only dreamed of going to.

You gasped, “What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see.” He winks as he gets out of the car and rounds the front of it to open your door. He then leads you hand in hand to the entrance.

“I don’t think they’re open it’s Christmas.” You said nervously.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I made special arrangements.”

He flung the unlocked door open and gestured to you inside. You were met with a beautiful salon that had antique mirrors and beautiful light pink chairs. A woman with black hair and all black outfit was sitting at the desk and greeted you with a kind smile.

“Merry Christmas Maria, how are you? You know I owe you for this one, right?” Francisco asked, leaning on the desk.

She smiled up to him, “I’m good, and yes yes you do. Ms. if you’d like to follow me, we’ll get started.”

Your eyes widen at Francisco, but he nods to assure you it’s okay.

A few minutes later you emerge from the back in a silk pink robe and the softest slippers you’ve ever felt in your life. He was waiting patiently in one of the salon chairs. You then spent the next few hours getting your nails painted, your makeup and hair done. All the while, sipping champagne, eating chocolate covered strawberries and chatting with Francisco. He didn’t leave your side even once. Constantly complimenting you and grabbing your hand to pepper kisses on it whenever Maria wasn’t looking. He made you laugh so hard your chest hurt and you got a brief scolding from her to keep still, which earned you a juvenile look from Francisco.

“Alright, I think you’re ready to get dressed. What do you think Mr. Morales?” she looked to him after finishing up your hair.

“She’s breathtaking.” he said under his breath but still loud enough for you both to hear.

You blushed and rose from the chair to follow Maria to a back area where there was a curtained changing room with a large mirror in it. The curtains swung closed behind you before you could notice the hangers on the wall. There was a long black evening dress, a pair of black heels and a woven trench coat. You stepped forward to admire the dress, it was strapless and had a slit down the left front of it. It was simple and elegant. You looked down at the bench where the shoes were and noticed a black box. Popping the top off it, your eyes widened when you were met with a strapless lace black bra and panties set. Your eyebrows popped up, realizing your date might not be as wholesome as you thought he was. He was a man after all. You held the bra in your hand loosely, and it created an ache in your core. Your mind drifted off to the thought of wearing this in front of him and he rubbing his hands all over you. Worshipping your body as you know he’d do. You finally snapped yourself out of it and got changed.

You took last look of yourself in the mirror and stuffed your clothes and shoes into the bag Maria had left for you. Grabbing the coat off the hanger you tip toed out of the curtains. When you emerged from the back Francisco was standing in the room still, he turned swiftly when he heard the sound of your heels on the hardwood floors.

He clapped his hand over his heart as you approached, and you smiled. “Be still my beating heart, you look amazing.” He grabbed your hand and spun you around before snapping you close to his chest.

You beamed up at him and offered a soft kiss, which he graciously accepted. “Where to now Romeo?”

“Tsk tsk, always trying to ruin the surprises. Also, you have one more thing for this outfit.”

You looked at him puzzled as he opened his suit jacket and pulled out the Louis Vuitton bracelet box from the inside pocket. Your eyes widened with his sneakiness. “Where did you get that?”

“Swiped it from your dresser when I said I was in the bathroom.” He chuckled, before helping you clasp each bracelet on your wrists.

You both said your thanks to Maria and returned to his car.

The city swiftly disappeared, and you became very much aware of your whereabouts; you were headed to the airport.

Your stunned face must’ve stayed on you the entire time. Peppering Francisco with continuous, what’s and how’s. Until finally you found yourself walking on the tarmac towards a private helicopter, owned by him of course.

He got you up and settled into the passenger seat when you suddenly looked confused. “Wait where are you gonna sit?”

He winked at you, “Don’t worry I’m right here with you sweetheart.” As he climbed into the pilot’s seat. You watched in awe as he got his headset on and got the helicopter ready for flight. He signaled to the tower that he was ready to go and steadily pulled off the ground. You grabbed his thigh with your hand as you tried to calm your nerves.

The two of you toured around the city, the sun was slowly setting as you made your way into the countryside. He pointed out a golf course in the distance and you noticed a helicopter pad near the greens. He set the helicopter down effortlessly and got you both set to get out. He hopped out the door and reached up to take you by the waist to carry you down to the ground.

You walked hand in hand towards the building where a man was waiting, he gestured you both to follow inside. Once inside, you were taken to a stunning ballroom. It had high ceilings with chandeliers situated in multiple spots. Every surface was adorned with Christmas lights and tall ten-foot decorated trees stood in each corner of the room. There was a single table with roses by the far wall with a fireplace. Simple orchestrated music sounded through the speakers and Fransisco pulled your chair out for you as you sat down.

“I honestly can’t believe you’ve done all this; it feels like a fairytale.” You gushed as he poured you a glass of wine.

He smiled at you, “Well hermosa, I just wanted to take today to treat you how you have always deserved to be treated. I didn’t come from money and I know you didn’t either. But one thing I’ve learned is that if you can spoil someone, you should. If you can use physical things to show someone how much you care about them, then you can. It doesn’t need to be this materialistic thing, and I knew from the beginning that, that none of this would matter if you didn’t have feelings for me too.”

You nodded intently with him, “I do, I really do have feelings for you Francisco. I- I don’t know what it is but I’m just so attracted to you in every way I know that I’m supposed to be.”

Smiles radiating off of each other, a waiter approached with a silver plate with a matching covering on top.

“For the lady.” He said, pulling back the top, to reveal a Tiffany jewelry box.

You gasped and looked at Francisco who was beaming at you. The waiter took the box and handed it to Francisco before leaving.

“I know, I know. I’m too much, you’re gonna say.” You smiled at him, holding your hands to your chest. “But I think too much is better than not enough so, I got you one more thing tonight to truly complete the beautiful look you you’ve got going on right now.” He popped the box open and pulled out a gold and diamond necklace.

Your face dropped as he rose from his seat. You held your hair up as he reached around your body, clicking it in place and letting it fall comfortably on your chest. You set your hair down and ran your hands along the jewelry.

“Thank you, this really is amazing. I wish I could do something to repay all your generosity.”

“Your smile is payment enough hermosa.”

Your heart warmed and you reached your hand across the table to take his. He pulled it up and pressed a firm kiss to your knuckles.

The waiter returned with the beautiful Christmas dinner. Fit with roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, veggies, and you ate and laughed together. Everything was delicious you and thought about how this could be your life every day. You could sip wine and eat amazing food with a deliriously sweet man and his beautiful daughter.

Your plates have been cleared and you took a deep breath, looking at him earnestly.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked.

You huffed, “I just, I like you I do. I really do. But I feel like I need to know more about what the future would hold if we were to take this step.”

He nodded, “Do you have any questions in mind?”

Leaning on the table you tapped your fingers to your chin, running through all the possibilities the next 30 years could hold should you end up together. “Do you want any more kids?” You ask.

“No, I think I’m past that. Do you?” he asked, slightly nervous.

You shook your head, “No, I like kids, I mean I have to for my job. But I don’t really need any of my own. But I love Liliana, don’t think I wouldn’t be so so happy to be a part of her life.”

He smiled and nodded.

“When do you think you are going to retire?” You asked, sipping from your wine.

“Well, I can technically do that anytime, but probably in less than 10 years. I do enjoy getting out and having a routine still.” He stretched into his seat as he could tell this could take a while.

You bounced questions back and forth to one another for a while, and continued to be surprised by how well your lives could actually line up with one another. There was just one thing that you couldn’t get off your mind.

“Okay, last question because I think it’s gonna be a doozy.” He nodded, leaning his elbows on the table so he could listen more intently to you. “You never told me what you did before you had this company, or really any stories from before that or before Liliana was born. Why is that?” Your voice grew quieter with each word, fearful of what he may say.

His head dipped slightly, and he rubbed his chin with his hand. Your breath caught in your throat as you awaited his response.

“So, I grew up here in Texas, didn’t have a lot of money so the only real career prospects I had was in the military. I enlisted right out of high school. Spent the next, 15 years I guess as a pilot for special forces. Got out, circumstances changed, had to get back in and then the money I received as payment for a final job allowed me to buy that company. It allowed me to set myself, and my daughter, up for a good life. I didn’t do the best things to get that money, but it has been worth it, so far at least.” His eyes looked sad, he was suddenly nothing like the suave and confident man that had strutted into your classroom all those months ago.

He looked at you like you may completely disappear on him; he reached his hand out, “Sweetheart, talk to me. Please.”

You looked at his hand, taking in everything he just told you. He was such a kind man and had treated you so well in every way possible. He clearly had some broken pieces of himself still inside, but who’s to say you’re not the one to mend those pieces.

Just as he was about to give up hope and pull his hand back, you leapt from your seat and rushed to his side. He quickly followed your lead and stood up to you. Your eyes met his with an intense heat, you looked down at his lips and lunged yourself forward into him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you flung yours around his neck. His tongue pecked at your lips, and you gladly opened them to allow yourselves to deepen and lick your tongues against each other’s. He pulled his mouth free and rested his forehead against yours.

“Are we doin’ this sweetheart?” he asks, breathing deeply.

You swallowed hard, and then nodded your head against his.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen grew on his face and he latched himself back onto you with a passionate moan.

He took you back to his place and you ended up in the living room, still dressed to the nines with champagne and chocolate cake. He had undone the top buttons of his dress shirt, exposing his chest. You drank your champagne and stared at his skin, trying desperately not to reach out and touch it. At this point, you’d had not just a little bit, but a lot a bit of champagne and were really feeling it in your core. Even as he sat before you, explaining what he does on an average day in the office or on a site, you nodded as if you were paying attention, but not a single word was entering your ears as you noticed again how broad his shoulders were.

“So, my head contractor Mike, he,”

“You look comfortable.” You blurted out, taking him by surprise. He looked at you confused, you pointed lazily to his chest, to which he looked down and huffed out a laugh.

“Oh, yeah. Hope you don’t mind.” He said with a wink, noticing how your eyes stayed still on his exposed skin. “Are you comfortable or would you like me to find you something to wear?”

You popped your eyebrows up at his question, “Yeah, fuck. That would be great I’d love to get out of this thing.” You downed the rest of your champagne and stood up from the couch.

He followed your lead and grabbed your hand. You went up behind him on the staircase in the entry way to the bedrooms.

The hallway had doors on doors on doors. You followed him to the one at the very end of the hallway and gasped as he swung it open. The bed was definitely a California King and had a fluffy cream comforter on it with a few pillows scattered on top. The walls had paintings of planes and helicopters, a little out of place from the rest of the house, but more his style. You nearly tripped when you ran to the right side of the room and poked your head into the huge closet. It was only half full of his suits and dress shirts, some jeans stacked neatly on top of the dresser.

“Holy shit, I wanna live in this closet.” You exclaimed.

He laughed, “Well, there’s plenty of room still in there for ya.”

You looked back at him, remembering why you wanted to come up here in the first place. It was not to figure out how to organize your shoes in the closet that’s for sure.

Swaying your hips you returned to him standing near the bed. “Can you get my zipper for me?”

He swallowed deeply, looking you up and down. “I think I can manage.”

With a shit eating grin on your face, you turned and moved your hair off your back, collecting it in your hands.

You felt his warm hands touch the top of your back and you shivered at the feeling. Then, your zipper could be felt slowly making its way down until it hit the bottom, just above your ass.

You turned coyly, keeping the dress up by holding it to your breasts. He stood looking down at you, eyes darkening, waiting. You slowly pulled your hands free from the material and helped it shrug down your body, finally stepping out of it.

He took a step back, admiring your body in the lingerie that had been set out for you. “Damn it hermosa, you’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”

You snickered, reaching out, you grabbed his suit jacket and pulled him back to you, peeling the jacket off his shoulders. He threw it to the side and tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. You popped your eyebrows up and leaned in for a kiss. You made quick work unbuttoning his shirt as your tongue swept around his mouth. Undoing the last button, he pulled it off his shoulder and past his wrists. You ran your hands down his bare chest and started nipping at his jaw. He smiled into you, caressing your body with his hands before swiftly pulling you up into his arms. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning down to plant a kiss on his open mouth. He turned towards the bed and threw you down onto it. You landed with a laugh and winked at him, making a come here signal with your finger.

He smirked and climbed onto the bed on top of you, slotting one of his thighs between your legs. Desperately lapping each other up you could’ve kissed for hours, but he had better plans for you.

Kissing your neck slowly he moved down your body to your breasts, pulling at the fabric of the bra and allowing one of them to fall out. He grunted lowly before latching on. Biting and swirling your nipple in his mouth, you moaned loudly, and he slid a hand under your back, pulling you up so your aching core was rubbing against his thigh. Your nipple popped out of his mouth, and he looked at you with hungry eyes. You leaned forward to slip your hands under your back and unclasp the bra, throwing it who knows where.

His mouth continued down until it reached the top of your panties grabbing them ferociously with his teeth. His hands took them swiftly and yanked the material down your legs. He stood above you, basking in your bare body and dripping core.

“Fuck me.” Francisco hummed to himself.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.” You replied, giving him a smirk.

Biting his lip he looked down at your pussy, and fell to his stomach to line his mouth up with your entrance. You let out a desperate moan as he slipped his tongue between your folds and licked up into your clit. His technique was incredible, completely undoing you in minutes. Sucking and licking with precision. You were so wet that sounds coming off his tongue were intoxicating.

“Just like that baby, fuck- yes don’t stop, Franc-,” you moaned, hands reaching back to grab the pillow behind you.

With a few more swipes from his tongue and a nudge at your clit from his nose you fell undone under him. Your moan shocked even you and his face never wavered as he let you ride it out on his tongue.

You finally felt your head stop spinning, thinking he would be done when you felt him double down. Your back arched as his two fingers slid inside your dripping pussy. He curled his one finger inside, flicking it out onto your clit while he kissed your thigh. You grabbed the chocolate curls on his head and whined. You didn’t think it could get any better when all of sudden both of hands came to your core and with a finger hooked in you on either side, pulled your sore pussy open to allow his tongue entrance. You felt his warm tongue in parts of you that you never knew one could reach and instantly cried out as your next orgasm not only flowed through you, but all over his face. You squirted on his tongue and beard as he still let you ride out your high.

Coming to a still, you tried to regulate your breathing. He pulled himself up from you and wiped his mouth with his hand, smirking at you. You rose as quickly as your trembling legs would let you onto your knees and licked into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. Grabbing his belt, you undid it and pulled it free before unbuttoning his pants and motioning for him to take them off.

Francisco backed off the bed and pulled his pants, boxers and socks off before returning to you. Your eyes widened not only at the length but the girth he had. He was the biggest you had ever seen in person. You took his length in your hand and offered a few casual strokes, earning a groan from him. In one fell swoop he grabbed your thighs and threw you back on the bed, head hitting the pillows behind you. He laid down between your open thighs and rubbed them.

“Do you have any condoms?” You asked.

“Well, I actually got a vasectomy a few years back and I’m clean so unless,” he replied, gauging your response.

You nodded, “Yeah I’m clean too.”

He smiled and leaned down, pecking your lips with a feverish kiss.

Grabbing his length, he lines up with your entrance before slowly pushing into you. You grab his shoulders to sturdy yourself as the stretch overtakes you. It both burns and feels amazing at the same time. He pushes the rest of himself into your aching pussy and looks at you with heat filled eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so tight hermosa. Feels s’fucking good.”

You nod as he starts moving his hips into yours. You grunt as he picks up the pace, rocking deep into you. “Ugh b-baby.”

He huffs, “Is that really what you wanna call me?”

You looked at him puzzled.

Smiling he says, “You, know. I know that nick name the teachers gave me.” Your eyebrows popped up, “Daddy Morales? You ever called me that?”

Smirking, you shake your head, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the sensations building inside you.

“Maybe I want you to call me that, huh?”

“Want me to call you daddy?” you ask with a devilish grin.

He looks down at your body beneath him as he rocks deep into you. “Yeah, I do, I really do.”

You reach your body up and whisper in his ear, “Make me want to.” Nipping his ear with your teeth you laid your body back down and rolled your hands on his chest.

He let out a deep growl and pulled out of you. He flipped you over onto your stomach and slotted your legs together, situating himself with his thighs on either side of you. His hands slid beneath your hips and tugged them up, so your ass was slanted, exposing your already puffy pussy from between your legs. He slid back inside you and squeezed your ass.

The force he had from behind was insatiable, pounding insensately into you. The bracelets and necklace that you still wore banged against your skin with the movement. You felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten again as the over stimulation washed over you. He slapped your ass sharply and you let out a moan. A few more deep plunges and you were launched into your third orgasm.

You grabbed the sheets beneath you and screamed, “Oh fuck daddy yes! Ugh, daddy fuck me!”

He grunted and spilled himself inside you, swelling to an unimaginably bigger size, causing your orgasm to linger and spin your head until you both fell exhausted.

Panting on your shoulder, he let out a huffed laugh, “Fuck, that was so fucking hot.”

He pulled himself out of you and you whimpered at the emptiness you suddenly felt. You did your best to catch your breath and slink out of the bed, grabbing the tossed aside panties and retreating to the ensuite on the opposite side of the room from then the closet.

When you returned, Francisco was lying in bed with his bare chest still out, resting his arm over his eyes. You smiled and jumped onto the bed before sliding under the covers and resting your head on him.

He hummed, “That was really something sweetheart. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of that.”

Giggling to yourself, you replied, “Yeah, I think you’re pretty much stuck with me now. I don’t think I can find head like that anywhere else.”

He grinned and squeezed your shoulder with his hand, still smelling slightly like you.

“Alright, let’s get some shut eye. I’m a lot older than you and it is way past my bedtime.”

You swatted at him playfully but leaned into him to rest your eyes.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He said, planting a loving kiss to your head.

“Merry Christmas daddy.”

February came and you had officially left your job. A part of you was sad, but that didn’t last long as you spent more and more time with Francisco and Liliana over the last month and grew even closer to them. In celebration of your relationship being official, he rented a box at the Dallas Stars hockey game the first Saturday after your exit from Long Horn Academy.

You were waiting patiently in your apartment for him to arrive when you felt a buzz in your pocket and his name light up with a “here” text. You were wearing leggings, Converse, a simple hoodie and you threw a denim jacket over top as you left. Your Chanel purse draped over your shoulder of course.

Your eyes were met with a blinding light as you stepped into the parking lot of your apartment building. You looked around confused, as you didn’t see his Mustang anywhere. You were about to reach into your hoodie pocket for your phone when you heard a honk and glanced up. There was a passenger side window rolled down of a cherry red Range Rover over to your right, with a certain someone waiving you over.

Leaning into the window you asked, “Who’s is this?

“It’s yours hermosa.” he said confidently.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“Get in.” He nodded to you.

Your mouth fell open as you climbed in and looked around at the stunning leather interior.

Francisco was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt with white running shoes, by far one of the most casual outfits you’ve ever seen him in.

You reached over and hugged him. “Thank you, this is amazing Francisco baby.”

He smiled, “You know, I know I told you Mr. Morales makes me feel old, but to be honest hermosa. Francisco makes me feel REALLY old.” He said with a chuckle.

You looked taken aback but smirked, “Okay, well now what am I supposed to call you?”

He glanced into the back seat and reached his right arm back. You watched as he pulled a baseball hat with a Standard Oil logo laden across the front and popped it firmly on his head, “Just call me Frankie.”

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Happy First Day Back at School!

"Good morning." The receptionist didn't look up. "My name is Margaret Reynolds?" Still no response. Margo wrinkled her nose as she explained why she was here at all. "I'm the new substitute?"

At that, the receptionist at Spiro T Agnew High School looked up and gave Margo what she needed: ID, class list, directions to her classroom. The receptionist eyed her carefully, taking in the support bandage around her wrist, the welts on both. The slight crack in one glasses lens and fashion that was 'Soviet chic' (which it was). But then she blinked, and moved on to getting Margo the rest of her paperwork. No doubt she thought Margo just another retiree dragged out to help the state's teaching crisis. Certainly not a Russian defector who had been tortured by Russian state police not one week earlier.

"Head down that corridor, ask for Mister Bezukhov. He's the head of Physics; he'll help you."

And just like that, Margo began her illustrious, if temporary, teaching career. "Thank you."

With a nod, Margo moved down the corridors of the Iowa high school. She had rarely stepped foot into such academic halls; Emma had always rejected any invitations for her to speak at graduations, careers events. Margo hadn't wanted to stand on a podium and be an inspiration: she'd wanted her work to speak for itself. The work. That was why she was here after all. That was why she was hidden. After eight long years sitting in a Moscow apartment staring at the walls, Margo was on the cusp of returning to what she loved most.

All it had taken was a major accident on an asteroid and a coup in the Soviet Union.

But until NASA had the report from Roscosmos – and until the CIA could be sure the KGB wouldn't kill her for her re-defection – Margo was stuck here. In Iowa. She wasn't allowed to return to Houston without her handler. Not permitted to contact Aleida. Not permitted to even try to find—

"Sergei."

Margo couldn't believe it. It had to be someone else. There was no possible chance that the CIA would have stashed her away in the same town they were keeping another high-profile defector. But it was him. Same bright, unyielding smile. Same eyes that missed nothing, whether it be calculations or trajectories or some kid heading off to smoke in the bathroom. Same love of sweaters. He looked good. So good. Better than the last time she had seen him in person: he wasn't coughing up blood into a handkerchief, his face wasn't gaunt, his eyes not always cast over his shoulder, waiting for the next KGB blow.

But as she took in Sergei Nikulov, her heart filling with something akin to joy, she caught sight of his right hand, and the wedding band nestled on his finger. Of course he was married. Of course he'd moved on.

Margo was suddenly experiencing a depressurisation event. All the oxygen had been sucked out of the room and she couldn't breathe. Couldn't think, couldn't function. She just needed to go. Couldn't face him; couldn't ruin the careful existence he'd carved out for himself. A life. With a wife and a job and a house and all the things Margo never could have given him. I need to go.

She stumbled back, right into a group of twelfth graders. There were a few cuss words offered that reinforced Margo's continual decision never to procreate. And then Sergei was behind her, telling them to be more respectful, to be professional in these hallowed halls of learning. They got five paces away before the kids cackled. Do you hate this? Margo wondered, staring straight ahead at an emergency exit. Or is this better than staring at the walls?

"I apologise for their conduct; they are not all like that." Margo could not turn around. Could not greet the smile that was no doubt waiting for her, before it faltered at the sight of her. "You are Ms Reynolds, yes? I am Sergei Bezukhov. I have been looking forward to having another engineer here."

He laughed. It quickly died in his throat. He took a step closer. "Is everything alright?"

Margo turned around. What else could she do? She turned around and watched as the colour drained from his face and she satisfied an eight year old promise she had never thought she'd keep. "Hello, Sergei."

#margo x sergei #for all mankind #ficlets #ship: margo x sergei #tv: for all mankind

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misguidedasgardian · 8 months ago

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The Slytherin Crew

Character Archive

MASTERLIST

I put this together for myself, to add more detail to the story, and I thought it was kinda cool, so I will share it in case you are interested

Draco Malfoy

Personality: Incredibly smart, creative, loyal

Favorite subject: Potions

Least favorite subject: Divination

Extracurriculars: Quidditch

3 likes: Quidditch, reading, hanging out with his friends

3 dislikes: Gryffindors, fudge brownies, when days are cloudy

Clothes style: Classic

Familiar: Eagle Owl

If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Ferret

Pansy Parkinson

Your girl BFF <3

Personality: Fiercely loyal, brutally honest, funny

Favorite subject: Astronomy

Least favorite subject: Potions

Extracurriculars: Art

3 likes: Fashion, art, music

3 dislikes: when colors don’t match, gryffindors, reading

Clothes style: Dark academia, chic

Familiar: Barn owl

If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be: Rottweiler

Matthew Gaunt

Personality: Unpredictable, chaotic, funny

Favorite subject: Astronomy (will never admit it, but loves the peace and quiet and star-gazing)

Least favorite subject: History of Magic

Extracurriculars: None

3 likes: You, Weasley’s products, playing pranks on Filch

3 dislikes: The library, curfew, Being put on the spot

Familiar: Bay Owl

If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Snake

Daphne Greengrass

Personality: Calm, Superficial, kind

Favorite subject: Herbology

Least favorite subject: Care of magical creatures (didn’t take it)

Extracurriculars: Chorus!

3 likes: Singing, pink, self care

3 dislikes: wild animals, Potions classroom, bad weather

Clothes style: “Old money” style

Familiar: Siamese cat

If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/patronus: Cat

Theodore Nott

Personality: Sneaky, courteous, easy-going

Favorite subject: Defense against the dark arts

Least favorite subject: Potions

Extracurriculars: None

3 likes: Astronomy tower, coffee, reading

3 dislikes: Thestrals, Divination class, the mornings after a long night

Clothes style: Classic

Familiar: Cat

If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Fox

Milicent Bullstrode

Personality: determined, mean, sensitive

Favorite subject: Charms

Least favorite subject: History of Magic

Extracurriculars: None

3 likes: Trifle, cats, music

3 dislikes: Hermione Granger, studying, dancing

Clothes style: 90’s classic

Familiar: Cat

If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Hedgehog

Blaise Zabini

Personality: Serious, sneaky, generous

Favorite subject: Potions

Least favorite subject: Divination

Extracurriculars: None, future: Quidditch

3 likes: Quidditch, gossiping, chess

3 dislikes: Messes, winter in the dungeons, Extremists

Clothes style: formal

Familiar: Barn Owl

If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Wolf

Tracy Davies

Personality: Misterious, clever, determined

Favorite subject: Divination & Herbology

Least favorite subject: History of Magic

Extracurriculars: Xylomancy

3 likes: Night Time, paint her nails, french fries

3 dislikes: crowds, meats, Peeves

Clothes style: Boho

Familiar: Cat named Moon

If she/he would turn into an animal, it would be/ patronus: Owl

And our boys Vince & Greg

#misguidedlifeaters #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #matthew gaunt #mattheo riddle #daphne greengrass #theodore nott #milicent bullstrode #blaise zabini #tracy davies

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CHAPTER II

A/N: Hi peoplee, just wanted to say "thanks" to all those who reposted or liked my previous work. Again, thank you so much. It means a lot <3. This chapter is a bit longer than the first one, well it was my choice because, as I said, English isn't my first language, so I apologise if there are a lot of mistakes. I didn't proofread this since I didn't have time, sorry again!

PAIRING: Professor! Benedict Cumberbatch x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

You were sipping a cup of coffee as you were smiling after reading the man’s response. You felt entirely happy and proud, you loved trying to be useful, especially when it was about your friends. That was what always made you so cheerful. You quickly glanced at the clock to check the hour and felt relieved. It was early, Cassie was still sleeping. The London rain was profoundly relaxing and the sounds that produced were flawless to your ears. You placed down the Sylvia Plath book and walked to the bathroom, there you took a nice, warm shower and did your skin care. Sometimes you felt like your life was a bit too monotonous for your personality, but yet, you couldn’t do anything but admire it. You were the “frazzled english woman”, people on social media always use those words, don’t they? Funny enough, you probably didn’t even know about that “nickname”. In fact you never followed specific trends, that doesn’t mean you were completely ignorant about fashion though. Not at all. You were a girl in your twenties after all, you definitely were very indecisive about your “style”, because you’ve never had one in particular, you liked changing, it was a phase you liked to consider as “exploring”. You did your hair, which means you styled them in a messy bun, a chic yet simple hairstyle that enhanced your features. The annoying sound of the alarm woke your friend, who, after a huge amount of swearing, joined you on the balcony.

“Good morning.” You noticed Cassie.

“Morning.” She smiled after yawning nonchalantly.

“Coffee or tea?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

“Coffee.. Obviously.” The blondie giggled, patting your shoulder before heading to the bathroom.

You nodded after hearing her reply and went to prepare another coffee.

After an hour you and Cas left the apartment and reached the Tube, there, your best friend did her make up and fixed her hair, while you were listening to music through your headphones.

Once you arrived at the final destination you walked for a few minutes till you could finally glance at your uni. After you stepped in, you blew a kiss to your acquaintance and went to the English classroom. You greeted one of your favourite professors and took a seat, positioning your stuff on the desk, feeling utterly determined to focus on your classes.

The time passed surprisingly fast and you weren’t complaining at all. The thought of meeting the most hated professor of the institute intrigued you, but you couldn’t deny you were also kinda anxious. You grabbed your bag and quickly made your way to the teacher’s office. When you noticed that name on the door you immediately bit your lip, starting to question yourself if it really was a good idea. You put a strand of your hair behind your ear and came closer to the room.

You finally knocked, your hand trembling, keeping your eyes on the floor.

“Come in.” The tone of his husky voice made you look up, before opening the door letting you meet his intense gaze.

When your friend told you the man was attractive, you clearly weren’t expecting that. He was tall and lean, the kind that seemed effortlessly draped in finely tailored suits, with an elegance that belonged to another era yet remained undeniably timeless. His cheekbones were striking, carved high and defined, lending his face a sculptural quality, as though an artist had delicately chiselled each line to capture an almost ethereal beauty. His eyes, a beguiling shade of blue-green, were piercing and deep, holding a touch of mystery, like distant waves glimmering beneath moonlight. They had an uncanny ability to shift from an intense, searing gaze to a gentle warmth that drew you in, inviting you to linger. His lips, full and slightly bowed, seemed crafted for thoughtful pauses, for words spoken with purpose, for the trace of a smile that was as enigmatic as it was charming. His hair fell in waves that were sometimes perfectly in place, sometimes artfully tousled—always framing his face like a portrait painted to evoke quiet fascination. There was a strength to his shoulders and hands, graceful yet firm, as though built to hold something delicate with purpose and care. The lines of his jaw were strong and elegant. The ends of his tight navy blue shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing an expensive watch that was perfectly positioned on his wrist. You felt those ocean eyes scanning you, but you couldn’t understand if they were expressing disgust or admiration, not before hearing those words.

“Staring isn’t nice, you know?” He evidenced the first word, finally distracting you from those forbidden thoughts you were having. Cumberbatch crossed his arms, his facial expressions impossible to decipher. You felt so stupid, you just met the man and you couldn’t even mutter a syllable. You hated the effect he had on you, because it was something, probably some kind or power or control no one had over you. Benedict carried an aura of mystery and refinement, as if he was a figure from the pages of a classic novel—someone who belonged equally in the smoky allure of an old jazz club or wandering misty cliffs, a romantic spirit woven into the fabric of his very presence.

“Andrews, right? Andrews Phoebe.” He pronounced your name smirking, as if he flawlessly understood the reactions you were giving. You immediately nodded. “Yes, yes It’s me.” You fixed the hem of your skirt, suddenly feeling embarrassed and ashamed of your own attitude, the professor fixed his gaze on your clothes, but you didn’t notice that, you were being too focused on the floor. What was so interesting about it? Absolutely nothing, but you weren’t capable of making eye contact at that moment.

“Take a seat.” The teacher moved behind the desk as he sat on the chair, while you followed his instructions. He turned on his laptop and proceeded to ignore you for a couple of minutes.

“I find it curious how you decided to join just now, Ms. Andrews. Care to explain? Because as you may have guessed, I’m not here to waste my time.” He questioned, moving his gaze to your frame. His annoyed voice almost made you change your mind, but you decided to remain polite for the sake of Cassie.

“I do apologise for not sending that email sooner, I underrated those lessons by thinking the books involved weren’t quality ones, but after taking a look at the examined material during the past classes I immediately changed my mind.” You were a terrible liar, you knew that too, but he seemed to get along with that. At least that’s what you hoped, the professor didn’t look very convinced, not at all, but he totally wasn’t interested in having an argument with a student that wasn’t even his own. Perhaps what intrigued him the most was the fact that a designer student developed a sort of attachment to his lessons, it was strange for him. He never had someone in his course from the graphic sector, so he thought he could give it a try.

“Right.” His short response sent you chills through your spine. A tiny amount of hope still burning in you.

“Luckily for you we didn’t examine much. As you said, the course basically just began, we’ve just started a new book, the author is Dostoevskij.” He explained, keeping his eyes on the laptop.

“Dostoevskij? We’re going to read his books?” You asked while an enormous smile appeared on your lips. He moved his gaze to you, his expression still serious.

“Exactly. Crime and punishment precisely.” You were screaming internally. “How could Cassie hate such lessons?” That’s the question you kept asking yourself.

It was strange how nothing softened the professor, nothing had an effect or impact on him, or at least, that’s what you believed. You were always considered the “teacher’s favourite”, in any circumstance. Other than being flawlessly pretty, everyone was amazed by your innocent and pure soul. A commendable quality about you was the fact that you were truly interested in others. It wasn’t about what other people thought about you, when someone was in need, you were more than happy to help.

“I’m emailing you an introduction I made about the classical genre, examine it and you can prepare some questions for the next time.” Cumberbatch affirmed in a distant, cold tone, bringing you back to Earth.

“Next time? You mean during the lesson?” You asked, truly confused.

“No. It’s better if you spend an hour right before the course in my office, just like we did today, considering you decided to join just now.” He punctuated the last phrase, finally glancing at you. Your lips broke away at the sentence, you looked down for a millisecond and then returned your gaze to the professor, who anticipated you. You were in complete ecstasy, but you had to contain yourself. You’ve always searched for someone that had the same taste as yours in literature and apparently, the hated teacher seemed to fit in that role perfectly.

“Okay. I will.” You smiled, you were so determined, you wanted to impress him.

“Good.” He closed his laptop and started to prepare his bag. The professor ran a hand through his hair, before reaching his jacket.

“You can leave now.” Cumberbatch said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, while opening the door for you.

“Oh yeah, right.” You immediately got up, embarrassed and confused at the same time, but could you blame yourself? He was being an absolute twat.

You adjusted the hem of your skirt another time and made your way to the door, your cheeks burning.

“See you on Monday, professor.” You quickly looked at him before leaving.

“See you.” He glanced at you for the last time.

#benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch fanfic #benedict cumberbatch smut #sherlock #sherlock fandom #sherlock holmes #sherlock fanfic #bbc sherlock

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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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HHP SMAU Drabble - "Jealous" *One shot* Requested. Part 2 (18+MDNI)

Looking behind, you see Ethan….

‘When did he get inside here?’

Merging out from the storage closet that was in the back of the classroom, he walks out with his arms crossed. His eyes remained hidden, yet from the look of how his mouth was slightly tucked in, he was angry…..very angry.

Walking up to you, very calmly, he squares up to you with his arms still crossed. Due to the lights all being shut off, the blinds on the windows all shut, the room was dimmed….ceasing you from being able to look at his eyes, despite that he was right in front of you, looking down at you, and opening his mouth and licking the inside of his cheek at you…..

....................

“Uh-huh….quiet now…are we?” he calmly scoffs out….with absolutely no smile or smirk on his face.

You give up in trying to look in his eyes, his cap and the shadow of the dark and dimmed room made it impossible, so you turn around and ignored him.

Your mistake…

His arms wrap around your waist harshly. It nearly felt as if a python was squeezing around you, restricting your breathing. A sudden rush of force slightly lifts you and flings you to the side as your hip bone makes contact with the edge of the professor’s desk. You feel Ethan’s hard chest up against your back as his groin presses up against your rear.

And just like the delicate and chic girl you are, you wore a nice soft skirt with a matching button up short sleeve, all in lavender purple and paired it with black thigh high socks and high platform sneakers. All making you look extremely delectable to him…despite that he was angry with you.

From behind, you feel his arm remaining wrapped around your waist, while the other lifts and snaps every button of your blouse open. Once he had every button disconnected, the flimsy lace bra you had on was adjusted by the same hand.

Peeling the material back to expose your areola’s and mounds, you felt the lace material somewhat tighten at being rolled back to expose your skin, thus propping and pushing up your cleavage upwards.

With his groin up against your rear, you feel him slightly push into you, while his hand rubs and squeezes your breasts. Suddenly, you felt his lips press up against the back of your head, and he scoffs out a lengthy breath with just a tinge of his deep vocal tone carried with it.

“Stop Ethan!” you snapped.

Ignoring your words, he reaches down underneath your skirt, the material was soft and thin. He slightly rolls it up as he reaches for your matching lace panties, and just like all the other ones that you had to throw out, he destroys the pair you had on.

You feel your hips swaying from the tugging and pulling. The sound of the material shredding as he remains with his lips attached to your head. His chest grew dense against your back, causing you to lean forward and had it not been for your own hands, your face would have plummeted onto the surface of the wooden desk. Yet….that only meant that you couldn’t use your hands to push him away…since you needed to stabilize yourself. Something he knew, and so, he places all of his weight against your back, and further pushes you inward, bending forward at the hip.

“Stop!” you snapped out once more. Yet the sound of him undoing his zipper and feeding his dick out through the hold of his briefs gave you the sense that all was lost….at least for you.

Snaking it and guiding it through between your legs, the warmth of the tip drags upwards, against your soft inner thigh.

“E-Ethan stop! Please! Not here.” You started to whimper, still trapped. For every time you break contact with the surface of the desk to place your hands on his arm, trying to peel it off, you felt a sudden drop of weight from behind, causing you to jolt forward and catching yourself from fully smacking the desk by slamming your hands against the surface to prevent the fall.

Feeling the stretch of his swollen tip, he enters. It didn’t matter that you weren’t ready or that your body hadn’t had the chance to respond and produce moisture.

It didn’t’ matter….not this time.

It was painful, stingy, and unpleasant, with how he began to thrust his entire length inside you. Inch by inch, tearing you open and pushing your hips against the edge of the desk even more. Your rear cheeks being slammed by his clothed groin as he starts to pick up the pace.

“S-stop….stop pl-please!” you whimper out.

Yet he knew….that the pain was about to fade, and intense pleasure was going to hit. Not that it would make you stop begging, for every time you had intercourse with him, the pain and pleasure, were equally intense, loved and hated by you.

His thrusts grew faster, harder, and deeper. Your body starts to produce the moisture that only aided him in act. He was going in so hard and deep, that you could feel the secretion of your fluids spraying against your thigh as his shaft entering inside you would cause the dripping moisture to fly out. It all decorated the exterior of your womanhood, his jeans, and your inner thighs.

Moaning out, you could stop. The pressure, the pleasure, the knot that he was pushing into you deeper and deeper made you lose your breath. Your chest felt heavy, and he kept fucking into you as if he was pushing something to come all the way up into your throat.

You gasp, pant, and moan. You do everything but barely breathe, or able to talk. He keeps fucking, thrusting, slamming, and pulsating as he thrusts into you, forcing your cavity to remain open, stuffed, and filled with his large and lengthy muscle.

With the arm around your waist, you feel it loosen as he places both hands on your hips, with his thumbs extending and digging into your lower back. Using his fingers wrapped around you, he begins to thrust harder, while also moving your body back and forth to enhance the feeling of being pummeled by his length.

Your thighs begin to shake, your body weight goes lip on the desk, causing your breast to slide back and forth against the smooth surface as he fucks you relentlessly. Your hands can’t move, you dig your fingers in, regardless that the hard desk was flat and there was no way you could get a grip into it, yet your body was on autopilot and desperate to grab onto something…anything….

His hands roam upwards, cradling the bones of your ribcage, and that’s when he used his grip to shift your body, forcing you to arch your back and raise your chest as your rear becomes perked upwards, allowing him to slam into you harder. The tempo was fast, so fast, you don’t know how its possible that he’s able to thrust and re-enter his length in full as the hits you were taking from behind felt like it was happening ten times per second.

“You gonna be fucking nice? Hmm?” he pants out in between his groans, through gritted teeth. His thrusts pick up pace…

“Y-ye….ugh! yes!!” you moan and pant out, your eyes wincing shut and begin to tear up from the immense pleasure. It was so good, you wanted it to end.

“You gonna fucking lose that attitude?” once again, he speaks out in between low growls and gritted groans.

“ye-yes! I-ugh!-ugh!-ugh! I-I wi-will.” You completely lose your breath at this point, practically hyperventilating as you felt the impact of his thrusts speeding up once more and going in deeper…much deeper inside of you. The fluid your walls produce begin to drip down your thighs, all the way down to your thigh high socks.

“Say you’re fucking sorry!” he snaps out at you, snapping out a harsh squeeze around our ribcage as he jolts your upper body up, furthering the arch in your back as your head snaps back from his control.

“I-I’m ugh!-ugh!-ugh! I-im s-sorry! I’m sorry!”

“yeah? Fucking say it again.”

“I-‘m sorry!! Pl-please! Ethan I’m sorry!”

“Fucking scream it right now!”

“I’M SORRY!!”

His hands quickly reach around, one grabs a hold of your breast while the other wraps around your throat as he propels your face to moan out in the open. You feel the pulsating of his dick as he cums inside you….hard. Your walls react by cumming..pulsating and pound every inch of his shaft, which only enhanced the sensation for him to release his orgasm inside you…deep.

With his face buried into your neck from behind, you felt the vibration of his growls as he cums inside you. Despite his length being fully submerged into you, he still thrusted, causing your body to rock upwards as you felt your feet extending to their tip toes from his lift. His arm wraps around your waist to pull you down as he thrusted upwards, making sure that every single drop was going far in as possible inside your belly, while your back remains arched, even though you were nearly standing upright with your back fully in contact with his chest.

Limp, fucked, and tear streams decorating your face, you felt like a ragdoll with how weak you became from the immense orgasmic high that you had succumbed to. In fact, you still were feeling it, since he remained inside you, still rocking his hips into you as you feel the tip breaching parts inside that you never thought could be reached.

With his face still nuzzled into your neck, you hear and feel the vibration of his words.

“Mmm….now tell me…what was that all about?”

“…..i don’t like seeing girls touching you…” you faintly remark. Unable to coherently speak in great detail as you were nearly lightheaded from getting your brains fucked out hard for God knows how long now, all inside this empty classroom.

“Yeah? Does it make you jealous?” he asks. Almost in a teasing manner.

“Yes…”

“How adorable.”

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mlink64 · 1 year ago

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Girl-Dad Hongjoong

Yes I know you can do this stuff with a baby boy too (and you bet your ass Joong would) but I'm dying at the thought of Hongjoong being an absolute simp for his little princess and hiudhsvubi

Now that that's out of the way...

Crying when she's born and he gets to hold her for the first time

His eyes swimming with all the memories he wants to make with this tiny human

Always having heart-eyes for his little girl...always

He could be changing a soiled diaper and still have heart eyes

Just staring at the baby for hours, completely in awe that he helped bring her into the world

But also getting super anxious as 'what if's swirl through his head

Channeling all his fears into incredibly heartfelt songs that he sings to her as lullabies

Sitting at a tiny little table wearing a toy crown and earrings while his baby girl serves him imaginary tea with the cutest little tea set ever (that Hongjoong totally personalized for her)

She would be the most well-dressed toddler istg

Always looks forward to their cute morning ritual of him picking her outfits from a big-ass closet (seriously, this man would LIVE for buying and customizing baby clothes)

But like, if she wants to wear bunny ears or smthin with whatever chic outfit Joong picks out she will and he'll let her

Probably even encourages her to pick out wacky, unique pieces to add some pizzazz to the fit

Daddy-Daughter dates!

Gives her flowers, takes her shopping or to see a movie or something, always getting ice cream on the way home

Mans is wrapped around her finger so tightly you have to force him to leave whenever y'all drop her off somewhere

He will 110% cry on her first day of school

He's like the classroom mom to end all classroom moms

Definitely the Dad that all the teachers and other Moms (and Dads) are in love with...every single one

Like, you know the scene in "The Game Plan" where the Rock's character is sitting in the dance studio and all the moms are like lusting after him? Yeah...every day

Then when she gets older it continues, only now her friends are crushing on her Dad too (DILF Hongjoong anyone?)

But ofc he doesn't even notice, too engrossed in watching his baby do her thing

Going all out for Daddy-Daughter Dances

Buys her a new dress and accessories, making sure he has pieces to match, giving her a cute little corsage that he probably made (or at least designed) Himself

Protective!Dad Hongjoong 24/7

It's not much of a problem when she's little, but when she gets older and boys (or girls) and crushes are a thing watch tf out

I feel like he would have like a sixth sense for judging peoples' characters and if someone gives him a weird vibe he'll keep a closer eye on them

Never says "I told you so" when she comes to him in tears when someone is actually a shit human

Just makes some tea and brings her blankets or plushies or something

He WILL hold a grudge against anyone who hurts his baby girl

Even if she forgives and forgets...he will not...

Tries not to spoil the shit out of her but honestly can't help it

Always buying pretty gifts for her, plushies, jewelry, clothes...the list goes on

Tries to foster a love for music and the arts from a young age

Piano lessons, dance classes, etc.

Always wants to do crafts with her and probably having a whole art room that's more often than not covered in glitter and ribbon

Hyping up everything she makes

Always wearing the things she makes for him

Literally styles outfits around pasta necklaces and decorated ties

Family trips to the nail salon to get matching manicures

Dancing with her standing on his feet

Gets more excited for dino nuggies than she does

#ateez #kim hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #girl dad #fluff #soft hours

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edernetdotorg · 1 year ago

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Layer Up, Educators! Must-Have Cozy Pieces to Outsmart the Winter Freeze.

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Lone Wolf (Quinn Fabray x Fem-Reader Part 5)

Warning:Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Cussing, Slight Smut

We were singing don’t stop believing when Quinn got sick everybody stood still. As she ran out the room.

“I think she just had a bad break-feast burrito.” Finn said

“Can we please talk about the giant elephant in the room.” Kurt said you had started to get up from your seat Santana didn’t Miss a beat

“your sexuality.” Santana said

“Rachel we can’t do it without Rachel.” Kurt said

you had made your way to the door

“Hey Schue I gotta use the bathroom.” I asked

I ran off with my purse which now a-days I just kept stuff to help Quinn in. I ran to the bathroom that she usually goes to I found what stall she was in and opened the door. The locks never did work on the stalls. I handed her a ginger tea and some crackers in hopes it would help her. I sat outside the stall for a moment.

“Thank you I don’t know what I would without you cause clearly neither my boyfriend or the father of the baby came to help.” Quinn said

“I wish I had someone like me to help me out back then it’s the least I can do for you.” I stated

Me and Quinn headed back to the classroom at different times you let her go back first. Then I came in a couple minutes later.

Mrs.Pillsbury called me into her office. As I arrived you saw Finn leaving.

“Hay Y/N” Mrs. Pillsbury said

“Why am I here?” I asked

“I wanted to talk to you about life after school. Clearly you won’t be graduating this year. But I think we should look into some scholarships.” Mrs. Pillsbury said

I sat down my legs spread open I was wearing sweats so nothing was shown. I usually wore leather but with me helping with Quinn and her calling me at all hours of the night. I haven’t gotten much sleep recently.

“Look I get that you’re doing your job but Mrs.Sylvester is usually the one who talks to me about scholarships. She looking to find ones that fit me.” I told her “I’m gonna leave okay, I hope you don’t take this personally. It’s just that I don’t really get along well with new people.”

I walked out of the room and my way back to class. There was a really important test today so I had to show up otherwise my grade would be horrible and Sue would get on my ass and wouldn’t let me be near the Cheerios saying I’m a bad role model or whatever. Which I am a bad role model but Quinn still needed me.

The next day in Glee I was sat next to Santana and Brittnay and Quinn. My sister was sat next to her boyfriend. Mr. Schue came in with a guest

“Guys I’d like to introduce you to someone very special this is April Rhodes.” Mr. Schue said looking at the person next to him “She’s our newest member”

“Wait so old people can join glee club now.” Finn asked

Well Puck shot finger guns at her

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like that actress in wicked. The blonde one.” I asked

“Old hugh, you guys look like the world worst Benetton add.” April said completely ignoring me

“What’s Benetton?” I asked

“A fashion place sorry we all don’t get our clothes from biker chics and Lazy zone.” Rachel said

“Wait are those actual stores? Can you give me the address?” I asked

Santana patted my shoulder

“No those aren’t actual stores y/n” Santana said

“Okay back on topic god you guys can go off on a tangent about anything.” Mr.Schue said

“Mr.Schuester this seems like a terrible idea” Artie said

“April is a great singer.” Mr. Schue stated “And she never graduated.”

“Look maybe if we could hear the senior that you pinned over your freshman year sing we could actually know.” I said

“We appreciate what you’re trying to do but she’s no Rachel.” Mercedes said

“A walking talking I need to have it all my way cry baby.” I said

“Y/n shut up she’s our star.” Tina said

“Your star, well where is she.” April asked

“She left to be the lead in cabaret.” Kurt said

She sang beautifully. (Kristine Chenoweth is part of my family so I feel weird writing anything else about her)

April tried to get close to me.

“Look I don’t have a problem with an older person being in Glee. But I do have a problem with you corrupting the kids. You don’t have to deal with Kurt when he has a hangover and you didn’t have to bail Mercedes and Tina out of jail when they got arrested for shoplifting. I did okay so if you want to be near these kids. I need you to grow up and remember when you were in high school and we’re scared of getting slushied.” I said

I was sitting in glee club when everyone was talking about Quinn and Brittnay was doing Santanas hair.

“I bet you guys also thought Burt and Ernie were roommates. Maybe Quinn’s got one in the oven.” Puck said

“Who’s the baby’s dad?” Mercedes asked

“Who do you think, Finn.” Puck said

Puck left the room and walked out to the hallway I walked out after him.

“Look Dude I know that you’re mad that Quinn won’t let you be the father but you didn’t have the right to do that in there.” I said

“Oh really and what do you know about this situation?” He asked

“Sure has a hell lot more than you. Do you know where Quinn is so I can tell her what you just did in there.” I said

He said “You ain’t gonna till her shit” as he swung back and punched straight in you face you felt blood dripping from your nose

“oh yeah like she’ll want you around the kid now you idiot. You just gave me proof of what you did and will tell her that you told everyone.” I said

I didn’t notice that Quinn was standing watching. She was walking down the hallway waiting to go to glee.

“Oh just like you told her when you saw Finn kiss Rachel or the other time you saw Finn kiss Rachel.” He said

“You were clearly there both times so why didn’t you tell her?” I asked

“because I’m in love with her.” He said

“oh well you sure have some way of showing it. Oh let me get my best friends girlfriend drunk on wine coolers while she feels shitty about herself fuck her without a condom and then proceeded to tell everyone in Glee club.” I said

“why didn’t you tell her?” He asked

“Because she’s been through enough. Anyone who looks at her can tell that about her and I was gonna tell her about their kiss yesterday at the bowling alley and I’m gonna use the other one for dirt on Rachel cause lord knows we all need some dirt on that bitch. Now leave the school and come back tomorrow when you longer have you head up your ass.” I said

I walked back into the Glee room. We all were getting ready for that performance tonight.

“Damn I look hot.” I said as I looked at myself in the mirror

“I will never understand your sexual attraction to people wearing these hats.” My sister said

“Yeah well you don’t have to and also keep it down.” I said with a finger over her mouth

“Why do you find the someone attractive to night?”She asked

everyone looked at me

“No I don’t because in a couple months I will be 18 and you will also still be children.” I said

Did I find people attractive yeah. But I found them attractive even when they weren’t wearing these outfits. Was I having a fantasy in my head were i was a cowgirl sitting in a salon and Santana walked in in her cowgirl outfit and slowly started getting undressed with the help of Quinn and Brittnay and then one scissored me while the other one Rode my face and one sucked on my boobs and we all took turns. No I would never admit to that.

“You know I never thought that we would all have to dress like you did when you were in middle school.” My sister said

“Wait you dressed like this on purpose ?” Santana asked

“you seriously dressed like this nerd ?” Puck said

“Who would willingly wear this ?” Kurt asked

“Oh come on I thought this was a judgement free zone also how is Santana the only nice one with her comment ?” I asked

“I think you look good I have no clue why you would stop dressing like that.” Matt said

“Thanks Matt but you still can’t have sex in house with my sister well I’m there.” I said

Santana walked over to me and said “Hay Y/n can you help put this hat on. Since it’s your area of expertise.”

Everyone laughed

“You know what laugh all you want half of your hats on backwards. Including yours Hope.” I said as I grabbed her hat and put it on the right way

“Can you please help me with mine before my Mr.Schue comes in.” Quinn asked

“Mine too” Finn asked

“Yes I’ll help everyone but first Santana.” I said as I walked around the room fixing or teaching them how to put the hat on

“Hay Brittnay why don’t you have yours on.” I asked

“I’m waiting for the bunny to get out of it.” She said

I went over and I stuck my hand in infront of her

“See Brittnay there’s no rabbit in there anymore it must have jumped out already.” I told her and helped her put hers on

“Thank you Hope right?” She asked

“Hopes my sister Brittnay my name is Y/n” I told her

Everyone watched at how easily I talked to her. In shook it wasn’t hard though she wasn’t stupid it just took her a little bit longer than other people to understand things. Soon we were all singing around the piano I was standing between Brittnay and Santana. Hope stood next to her boyfriend and his friends. Soon Mrs.Rhodes came in dancing around the children and kissed puck.

“APRIL HANDS OFF THE KIDS!! GO DRINK SOME COFFE FOR THE NEXT THIRTY MINUTES BEFORE WE HAVE TO BE ON AND SOBER UP. I AM TIRED OF YOUR BEHAVIOR AROUND THESE KIDS THEY NEEDED ROLE MODELS I WAS HOPING THAT WHEN MR.SCHUE BROUGHT YOU THAT YOU WOULD HELP ME MENTOR THEM. BUT YOU HAVE JUST MADE THINGS WORSE AND CONTINUE TO.” I yelled Mr.Schue looked at me shocked but knew I was right.

Everyone looked at me like I had just messed up a good thing that we had going. But I was just trying to look out for them. We still were forced to go on with April I tried to keep her away from the kids the best I could.

I saw Rachel in the audience. I snuck off stage and ran to grab her I told her everything and for the first time ever we agreed. That April Rhodes shouldn’t be around kids and Rachel agreed to come back to Glee. Things felt right again I just hoped that Mr.Schue would get rid of April and let Rachel go on. It turns out she had practiced all the songs and was prepared she just had to get dressed. We got back after a while with Rachel saving the day I didn’t even care that I didn’t get credit for bringing her I was just happy that the kids were safe now away from April.

#santana lopez imagine #smut #quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray #glee rp #glee #glee x reader #lesbain #queer #diana agron #country

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saintsenara · 7 months ago

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How does your adhd help or make more difficult your job as a doctor?

thank you very much for the ask, pal!

obviously, this answer needs to start with a little acknowledgement of my relative privilege when it comes to my adhd.

like many women, i was diagnosed as an adult, but i was lucky enough that this happened when i was still a student [six year degree coming in clutch - the fact that i had to pay for the diagnosis, not so much], which meant that when i qualified and started actually working, i'd had several years of taking medication and coming up with techniques to manage my life. i can very well imagine [particularly because i know so many people it's happened to] how much more difficult i would find doing my job if i had only recently acquired - or was still waiting for - a diagnosis.

as i've said, the reasons for my late diagnosis were primarily gender-related - i'm a cisgender woman, and so even though i have the more "classic", "male" version of adhd [by which i mean that i'm hyperactive, rather than the inattentive-type manifestation of the condition which is presumed - although not, in my view, entirely accurately - to be more common in women] i wasn't screened as a child because adhd was seen as a thing which boys had.

but they're also because the circumstances of my early life - above all, that my family wasn't housing- or food-insecure, and that my parents were able to have a work-life balance because of this - allowed me to cope well enough with the bad parts of being a child with an undiagnosed neurological disability to be extremely high-achieving while at school. i was in trouble all the time - as most of us were - but this was usually because i spent my time in the classroom messing around, safe in the knowledge that i could race through any work last minute and be completely fine. i was my teachers' nightmare, but it was for the extremely chic reason that all the consequences they threatened me with never came to pass. i was told for fourteen years of schooling that the rug was about to pulled out from under me if i didn't buck up my ideas. instead, i got top marks in every exam, i got into an excellent university to study a competitive subject, i got a first in that subject, i have also - as well as my medical training - got a phd, i'm in an interesting and unusual speciality. i have a lot of letters after my name.

this is because i'm astonishingly clever - and i won't apologise for stating that as fact - but it's also due to good fortune. adhd [especially adhd which is undiagnosed until adulthood] is enormously overrepresented in the prison population, among addicts, among those who have no qualifications, among the long-term unemployed. i think it's important to simultaneously recognise that - while i do think of myself as disabled, and i'm right to - i am very, very lucky in the treatment plan and support system i have. i could be in a very different position had even minor things about my childhood changed.

but with this context taken into account... my view is genuinely that medicine is the number one job for the dopamine-challenged.

i'm not going to go into details about my specialism on the public timeline, but it has several aspects which work really well for my brain.

it's usually very fast-paced and unpredictable. like many people with adhd, i am excellent at working under pressure [and i'm great in a crisis] and very much not excellent without it.

but even when we have slower days it still always feels like i'm progressing towards a tangible goal. like many people with adhd, i'm not great at visualising long-term things - i think in the now and the not-now - but my work relates to cases where the long-term goals and outcome are easy to visualise, and i like that.

it's an area of medicine which is, essentially, puzzle-solving, often in creative and novel ways. like many people with adhd, i struggle to maintain focus on tasks which are too repetitive - but i'm also, as we often are, very good at spotting patterns and details, i have excellent intuition, and i'm a very good lateral thinker.

it lets me be on my feet a lot, to be moving around, and to be doing things physically. my fidgeting has really been cut down by the ol' lisdexamfetamine, but the twitchy impulses which remain are channelled very nicely into being able to do things with my hands and have it count towards my workload.

it's very sociable. i get to spend a lot of time just having a natter with the nurses - and i always have someone around to body double with - but i also get to work with lots of other departments and other non-medical professionals, i teach medical students, i present at conferences, and so on. it's very busy, there's always something new going on, and something which interests me is guaranteed to pop up just when i'm starting to get a bit fed up with a sitting-at-my-desk task...

and the "this interests me" point is the key one, i think.

like many people with adhd, my issue isn't a deficit of attention, it's an inability to easily control the focus of that attention. i have a typically low tolerance for boredom, and i find it extremely difficult both to start and to concentrate on enough to complete tasks which don't interest me.

but i like what i do - i find it fascinating - and that means that i have a lot of attention to devote to it. i can't remember what day my bins go out or what my mam asked me to pick up for her from the supermarket, but i can remember endless information pertaining to the human body, no matter how grim the situation that body finds itself in.

it's taken a bit of trial-and-error to get to where i am - i found the surgical rotations of my training really tough, for example, because surgery is a discipline which is very repetitive, and which lacks that mystery-solving element which so appeals to me - but i'm in a place now where i genuinely think that having adhd makes me a better doctor.

and even the night shifts are worth it to not have to work in an office.

[no disrespect to the spreadsheet girlies...]

#asks answered #general chat #on medicine

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soranihimawari · 2 years ago

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Needle & Thread

An Azumane Asahi x reader short

Word count: 2.2k+

Rating:AAF (azumane asahi fluff)

Warnings: none, a little ooc moments from Sawamura & Suga//unspecified gender!// fluff

I just wanted to say perhaps Azumane having a crush is something I’d love to read about every once in a while. Also, this is how I think he hypes himself up mentally when yn is around

All was well in the home economics lecture hall at the community college you were attending this semester. The fashion course you had signed up for had been advertised as an introductory one and though you may have been one of the youngest designers among your peers, yet your desk mate was another student definitely from another part of your city.

You were always intrigued by both his designs as much as he was enamored with your use of unique materials when you had much simpler projects due. Perhaps it was your use of felt and wirework that inspired him to create an ornate jewelry set for that week and maybe he inspired you to create a three piece suit in hunter green and navy. You each had received praise from both your peers as well as the professor who hummed with a curt smile during the review.

Now, as the chimes on campus begin their late night tune to announce the hour, you settle into your seat and wonder about the young man whose seat has remained vacant for the second week in a row. It’s not like him to be absent, you wonder. Yet you recall him mentioning his volleyball team had won all necessary matches in their prefecture. Your professor drones on with the attendance list since art courses, especially design ones at that, where time is of the essence. Your sketchbook along with your personal tablet holds the keys of the past designs you had breathed into existence. As your attention is drawn back to the front of the classroom’s whiteboard, a singular word was written there: BIRDS.

The hell are we supposed to do with this? You think. Funnily enough, as you were zoning out, your hand had already picked up the stylus and you had already begun making several shapes that resembled crows’ feathers. The fact you remembered your deskmate had a little white crow plush on his sewing fabric bag to show ‘school pride’ must have been the silver lining when you continued to sketch a few more key components for the dress you will attempt to create.

An hour goes by and pretty soon you had a more refined sketch of the completed outfit. Your professor stops by your desk as you add a few more details thus tapping their index finger on the desk to announce their presence. You slower your stylus strokes of color to give your professor your undivided attention.

“Fascinating design as always,” they say.

“Thanks,” you reply. Holding up your tablet, you give a brief summary of the birds you chose to showcase with the completion of the project.

“Hmm… a crow and a pheasant, huh?”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe adding some hints of sapphire satin or even amethyst tulle to the bodice…”

“Given your design, I suggest a more pliable fabric, but if sophisticated chic is what you were aiming for, try playing with nylon and pleather fabrics for those details,” was their advice.

You nod.

“By the way, y/n,” the professor pauses before moving on to the next workstation. “I heard Azumane-san’s team won against Inarizaki today. You ought to text him later.”

You feel the blush creeping up the back of your neck as you realize your professor’s intention on feeding you that intel. Your brain seems to have short circuited as you hear their voice give other advice a few work stations ahead. Nervously swallowing the pooled saliva in your mouth, you feign a cough as you shake your head side to side to reset your focus.

Class wraps up about twenty or so minutes later. On the train ride home, you decide to search the intramural results. There in the black white newspaper sports pages for the Tokyo City News you see the results from today’s match. You swipe that article away and immediately open your text message chain with Azumane, A.

It’s forty-five minutes post the Karasuno coaches’ “Light’s Out” call when suddenly Azumane’s phone lights up with your name flashing across the screen. He immediately picks up though the others the ace shares the room with suddenly scramble to take possession of his phone.

“Oh ho? Is that text from the illustrious y/n?” Sugawara wriggles his eyebrow.

“Or is it from your mom this time reminding you to buy her a souvenir?” Sawamura teases in a light hearted tone.

The fact Sugawara brings up your name so casually causes Azumane’s ears to sort of turn a magenta hue.

“And so what if it’s y/n?”

He unlocks his phone to read the texts you sent him. The first was fine:

-Y/L/N, Y. (23:13): Professor Z told me you had a game today. Missed having you in class tonight. Congrats on winning against Inarizaki! :]

His phone vibrates in his hands again after staring at your text for about five more minutes. There is something about your cheerful demeanor radiating over there words you sent that make Azumane’s face flush—perhaps when he returns to class he’d muster up the courage to ask you to walk home together. Maybe even pick up some hot cocoa at the combini near the train station by the college.

-Y/L/N, Y. (23:25): Been home for about an hour or so now. You must be tired. Is it too late to call?

“So, before you mentally shut down for the night Asahi,” Sugawara sits up on his mat with his arms crossed over his chest. “What did your crush say this time?”

“Suga!” Sawamura used his eldest sibling's tone this time thus forcing a playful yet sincere apology to come from the vice captain. “Ya can’t just blurt out facts like that aloud. I mean sure our Asahi is tall, devilishly handsome, and our charming ace finally has someone who caught his eye…”

“Y/N w-wants to call me,” Azumane’s voice is a mixture of excitement and nerves. It’s eerily similar to the first time he attended practice again in the dingy gym back on campus, yet glancing back to the way he was then versus now. He slides his phone in his pajamas pocket while reaching for his hoodie at the foot of his bed.

With an abrupt and politely uttered, “I’m headed out for a bit.” Azumane grabs his hoodie and slides the balcony door open. He slips on a pair on house slippers as well. Tokyo and the neighborhood they’re staying in seems to glow in the wintery haze. Once the door is closed behind him, Azumane taps his reply. He presses the green arrow only to be greeted with a delivered message under his reply. A couple minutes go by as the winter wind whistles through the barren tree branches in surrounding the hoteru when a familiar ringtone designated just for you reaches his ears.

Meanwhile, Sugawara and Sawamura updates the rest of the team of their ace’s latest installment rightfully dubbed by Yamaguchi: ‘love but make it fashion’. Even Kiyoko and Hitoka-chan were included in this team chat. Though by now most of the team had begun to drift off one by one prior to Azumane dialing your number.

Azumane breathes your name with a visible puff of air.

“Asahi,” there’s a cheerful register in your tired voice. It’s like a warm invitation to stay awake for a little while longer. “I’m surprised you’re still awake at this hour. Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“Yeah, but I figured you could fill me in on what I missed in class today?”

“Oh,” you sound a bit disappointed. “Professor’s word today was BIRDS. It’s the theme for the next project.”

“Ah, I see.”

You hum into the receiver. “You played a really great game today. Saw some highlights on the late night sports recap on t.v. Almost makes me want to ditch classes tomorrow and cheer your team on, haha.”

He chuckles after regaining his composure because surely you’re flirting with him right now, yes? Absolutely.

“We play Nekoma next.”

You suppose it’s your turn to be a bit bold. A small smile tugs at your lips. You hear the wind whistling in the background.

“Is that an invitation I heard from my dear deskmate?”

“Yes.”

He hears you struggle with the sheets as you sit up bolt straight in your bed. A soft thud he imagines came from you clumsily hitting the back of your head on the wall by accident and a curse escapes your lips as you feel your heart beat increase.

“Smooth ass motherfucker,” you mutter through gritted teeth. “When do you play?”

Azumane on the other side leans against the railing trying to suppress his laughter. A few more minutes go by before your call ends with an open ended promise of attending the match in a few days time.

Come the morning, you awake with a bit of a headache. Your phone rests charging by the end table in your room along with a glass of water your parent typically leave behind before reporting for work. Across your bed on the wall located next to your computer desk is a rip off calendar themed with Chococat imagery. You realize you forgot to tear it off the night before, so as you mentally replay the conversation you had with your fashion course classmate, you hum blissfully to yourself until you pick up your phone with wide eyes.

“Oh shit!” you whisper yell into the air. “No way! It can’t be that late. Right? Arugh!”

Kicking off your sheets and tearing off the date off the calendar, you rush into the hallway to wash your face in the guest bathroom of your residence. Afterwards, you decide to dress rather quickly opting for the jeans and crew neck sweater along with a beanie to keep your ears warm when you leave. You knew attempting a day trip to Tokyo would be an ambitious endeavor, but if your parent can do it, so can you. You send a text quickly after sorting out a travel drawstring backpack complete with bottles of water, a few almond butter and jam sandwiches, your wireless headphones, your Canon AE-1 35mm camera, and external battery pack.

Leaving a note behind on the kitchen counter for your parent in case they would eventually blow up your phone like the first and last time you left for a day trip (to go shopping with materials at the beginning of the semester-long course) with a girl friend from your school.

The total amount of travel time to reach Tokyo, more specifically the sports arenas where the Intramural Spring Tournament for Volleyball was held, had been estimated to be a solid ninety-minute commute via trains. Apparently luck was on your side since most trains had been running on time. Renewing and purchasing the student monthly pass at the automated ticket kiosk had been a breeze and now you stand on the designated platform; you wonder if this rush of excitement and nerves will be as close as you’d ever feel to what Azumane felt when he (and by extension his team) walks on to the court. Once you arrive at your final stop (since your trip included two transfer trains), you walk off the up escalator and breathe the bustling capital city warming air. You see a sign for the local coffee haus: within a matter of fifteen minutes, you leave with a warmed bagel in a small brown bag and a cup of coffee. You follow a few cheerful students who came to cheer on their classmates; you figure you’re headed in the right direction when you bump into a voluptuous blonde who seems to have a very unique outfit despite the weather.

“Whoops, sorry miss,” you apologize as politely as you could.

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you, then something changes in her demeanor as she extends her hand to you.

“You came to watch Karasuno beat Nekoma, right?”

You sip your coffee and nod. The bag with your bagel crinkles in your other hand.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to the arena where they’re playing. I’m gonna go cheer for my little brother,” she adds.

You bite into your bagel quickly before she calls out over her shoulder, “Tanaka Saeko. Call me Saeko-nei.”

“Y/L/N.”

The walk to the arena doors isn’t that far, nor is it too long. Saeko fills you in on what you had missed since the tournament began (or rather when she arrived with a few of the neighborhood ex-volleyball club members) to formulate the Karasuno cheer club. She had dubbed themselves that considering how the school was once considered powerhouse.

“Flightless crows?” you continue eating your bagel while pondering upon the insulting title. Saeko points to the banner hanging over the railing with the team’s motto: FLY. You crumple the now empty bag and toss it in the next trash bin while you still sip your beverage.

“Crows aren’t flightless creatures,” you mention to Saeko when she joins you in the second row of the bleachers. “They’re quite intelligent. Besides, a flock is known as a murder. How flightless were they?”

For once, the blonde remains quiet. She has a pensive look to her face, so much so that when other members of the neighborhood alumni come to join you two, one of them asks Saeko who you are.

“Oh, this is Y/L/N-san. They sort of bumped into me on the street on the way here, past the bakery. Mentioned they wanted to watch the match.”

“So you just tagged along?” the man with glasses and a kind smile asks. “Y’ know you shouldn’t really talk to strangers, haha.”

You shrug, mentioning that if it weren’t for his blonde friend you’d be even more lost and would probably be at the arena when a good chunk of the matches were done for the day. The man nods as he adjusts his glasses.

“I wanted to see what a classmate of mine does with his spare time. Attending fashion courses isn't cheap either,” you stick with the truth. “Besides, I go to a different school; one where a few of our sports team clubs were cut due to lack of funding. Unfortunately volleyball was one of them.”

“That’s awful, sorry to hear that,” the man continues. He turns to see Saeko busy conversing with another alum along with the rest of the drum line. “You want to sit here to stay a in the next section over? You might see your friend better from there.”

He points to the front row a few meters away close to the railing. It’s close enough to the side of the net where you would presume Azumane’s team would play.

Meanwhile, in the locker room provided for Karasuno today, an entirely different conversation was happening.

“Did Y/L/N contact you?” Nishinoya wonders.

“You better not freeze out there if you see ‘em,” Sawamura teases.

On the other side of the bench, two first years are having another tussle of words as well that had little and or nothing to do with trying to Azumane to calm down.

“Quit it boke!”

“You’re going to break my brain even more Bakayama!”

Azumane for the life of him decides to silence the room and his fellow teammates with a sharp squeak of confusion in a poor attempt to mask his incoming text tone. Funnily enough, though the majority of the club had already changed into their traditional ebony uniforms, hearing their ace squeak made them shut up rather quickly.

-Y/L/N, Y. (10:59): do your best. I know you and your team deserve to win, Azumane-san. Win or lose, you’re still an ace. [ : oh! And a damned good designer.

A strange sense of calm comes over Azumane when his shoulder receives a gentle yet affirming squeeze by Kiyoko who just nods with a small smile. Surely everyone knows of you, but considering how their friend currently stares at his sent reply to your message with a mere thumbs up emoji accompanied by a ‘Thenks’ line a child on the morning of their birthday, they knew they might need to cover for him for the first few plays of the match.

Lo and behold the telecasters begin their normal routine checks not too far from the court you’re standing above. The anchor men are having their microphones hooked on their lapels when a different chime to announce the hour goes off. You watch as both teams enter the court with to begin their warmup routines. It doesn’t take too long for you to open your bag to pull out your camera and watch as a few members of your classmate’s team take to the air to hit the airborne ball back over the net. Others on both sides of the court continue with their stretches. You snap a few photos here and there to test out the original settings, making adjustments as needed.

The game begins with a shrill call of a whistle. You hear the team chant and when you lower your camera for a split second, the player in the black jersey with a bright “2” on the front grabs Azumane’s attention; with a swift nod in your direction, your eyes meet briefly.

“Holy shit,” the ace who rarely curses suddenly becomes nervous all over again.

You just mouth out a quick “focus & excel,” with a raised fist.

And for once in his young adult life, Azumane Asahi chooses to embody the very definition of those words.

“Ready?” Sawamura asks him with a smirk.

“Let’s play,” Azumane chuckles preparing to receive the first serve of the match.

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #sora scrbbles 2023 #azumane asahi x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff

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kyeop-tato · 1 month ago

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A Knock on My Heart — 김선우

summary : one of your bestfriend, yeri, just got dumped by her boyfriend so in order to cheer her up, you and your friends decides to go on girls trip together during your school term break, promising to forget any boys that come between you and your friends. however, certain someone (or might i say a few) came into your life and the promise yall vow to not break, might actually crumble any moment. would you go back home solo or would sunwoo managed to steal your heart?

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CHAPTER 21 : If only life had a rewind button

"You attract what you fear." Those words echoed in your mind, a haunting refrain you dreaded, especially after the girls had whispered about it just days before. You never imagined you’d actually confront that fear, especially not when Sunwoo was absent from his usual spot by the school gates or the benches at the entrance, waiting for you to finish your extracurricular activities. You dismissed it as a mere oversight—perhaps he was busy or finally giving you the space you needed. It had been weeks of this unsettling silence.

That day, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, the girls left early, leaving you alone to tidy up the classrooms—a weekly tradition that felt increasingly burdensome and you were on duty. After what seemed like an eternity, you and a classmate finished wiping away the dust and slowly gathered your things to head home.

With your headphones snugly resting over your ears, you scrolled through your music playlist, searching for a melody to match your mood. As you absentmindedly shoved your hands into your pockets, you glanced up and swore you saw Sunwoo leaning against the gate, a wide smile splitting his face as he waved. An involuntary smile crept onto your lips until realization struck: the figure wasn’t Sunwoo at all, but someone else entirely. His girlfriend stood nearby, and their quiet murmurs felt like daggers as they exchanged glances, likely judging your blunder.

If only life had a rewind button. You would have grasped the moment and erased your embarrassing misstep.

“Why am I thinking about him?” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head in frustration. “Wake up, for goodness’ sake. This isn’t you.” You mentally chastised yourself, longing to escape the grip of this uninvited infatuation.

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In the stillness of the night, you found yourself standing behind a wall just a few steps away from Sunwoo's house, the glow of your phone illuminating the way thanks to Younghoon’s video call. Navigating had never been your strong suit, and his directions were a lifeline. You clutched the cold drinks in your hands, their chillness seeping into your skin as you inhaled deeply, trying to steady your racing heart.

“Hey, I was just passing by and there was a buy-one-get-one offer on drinks, so I thought I’d share or else it would be a waste right...” you rehearsed your lines, hoping to sound casual and unforced. Just as you focused on your own nervousness, the sound of a car pulling up outside jolted you. Peeking cautiously around the wall, you caught sight of Sunwoo's family, their arrival accompanied by two middle-aged couples deep in conversation.

A moment later, Sunwoo stepped out, and your heart sank as you noticed a striking woman approach him. Tall and effortlessly chic, she enveloped him in a lingering embrace. “You have no idea how much i've missed you” she whispered, atleast of what you could made out off from where you stood, and in that instant, the reality hit you like a cold wave. This wasn’t just a casual meet-up; it was something more profound, something you clearly didn’t fit into.

Suddenly, the weight of your decision pressed heavily upon you. Turning away, you walked slowly down the empty street, each step heavy with regret. Stopping in the middle of the night, laughter bubbled up unexpectedly, mingled with bitterness. “What did you expect? He’s a catch. Of course, he’d be with someone like her” you muttered, the words slicing through you like a sharp blade.

You crouched down, surrendering to the wave of emotions you couldn’t quite contain. “This is what you get for toying with his feelings. Karma is real.” The voice in your head turned ruthless, a reminder of your own betrayals.

And yet, despite the harsh truths, tears spilled down your cheeks, soaking the pavement where the drinks had fallen, forgotten. You had convinced yourself that your feelings for Sunwoo were casual, that you enjoyed his company so nothing more or less. But deep down, a voice of betrayal echoed back at you. He deserved better, and now he was with someone who saw his worth.

The night air was cold and unforgiving, wrapping around you as your silent sobs filled the dark alley. In that moment, you were reminded of Yunho, and the pattern of heartbreak you thought you had left behind. Here you were, doing the same to Sunwoo, and it hurt more than you ever anticipated.

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The Dinner Party: Part 3

Tensions are high, and no one knows why. When push comes to shove, will you fall, or will you fly? (The Dinner Party is technically after the Auction, but time has a funny way of flowing sometimes...)

"-And before I forget, I have one more announcement. As many of you know, it's almost time for my end-of-term dinner party. Those who finished in the top ten percent of this class are invited. The list is posted outside. Don't make me regret hosting it again after last year's disaster. As a reminder, big-name people in the industry will also be there, so don't embarrass me this time. Dismissed."

Addison and I take our time gathering our stuff after Hunt's lecture while the rest scatter like flies. "What happened last year?" I ask. "Someone broke a priceless vase. Hunt got all worked up and started throwing people out," she nudges me, "...it was kind of hot." "Addison!" I punch her arm and she laughs. We're some of the last to get a glimpse at the bulletin board outside the classroom. I scan for my name on the invite list. "I'm invited!" I smile at Addison, equally beaming. "I am too! We can go together!"

We link arms as we begin to walk down the hallway together, other students excitedly chatting about the night. "So, this party's a big deal, huh?" "Only the biggest! It's the best time to see Hunt not in 'professor mode'." Addison explains. "Yeah, he'll be in 'host mode', which almost sounds just as intimidating..." I think for a moment, then laugh to myself. "Can you imagine? Hunt taking people's coats, making small talk, offering drinks and hors d'oeuvres-"

"Wrangling college students?" Hunt's voice suddenly appears from behind. I jump a little. "Professor! I was just-" "Please behave at this party, Anneka. Addison." He gives us both a glare before parting through us and walking away.

I sigh. "Aaaand he's back." Addison pats my back. "To our loving, cheerful professor. It was nice while it lasted." I stick my tongue out at her as we continue on our way.

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The night of the party approaches faster than I thought. Addison digs through my closet, nitpicking at colors and trends. "You have to look absolutely perfect tonight, Annie. Professional, yet alluring. Adventurous, yet mature. Spontaneous, yet thoughtful." "Hot but not, got it." I tease from the bed. She rolls her eyes. "Come on! What do you want your outfit to make Hunt think of you? "I want to be a normal student and have a good time, not get wrapped up in a school girl crush that was never going to amount to anything anyways!" "Never say never~" She sings from behind my dresses. I groan and flop down onto my bed.

Eventually I settle with a dark indigo button down dress with a red belt and red pump heels. Addison has done my hair in a low bun with a braid knitting one side. She goes with a classic sundress with a jean jacket and her golden waves flowing freely.

Hunt's bachelor pad is a lovely, chic one-story house in a cozy neighborhood, right down the street from campus. His decor definitely matches his style; everything just says 'refined' and 'orderly'. In the foyer, a single mahogany table is nestled against the wall underneath a framed poster for his Audrey-winning film, "Ruin".

Hunt is in the living room, greeting guests and being as pleasant as ever. He spots Addison and I as we weave our way in. I politely wave to him. "Professor Hunt. Thank you for the invite! You have a lovely home." Something flashes in his eyes but is quickly replaced by a scowl. "Anneka. Addison." He all but scurries away. "W-... what was that all about?" I ask. "I don't know... something seems to have him on edge, though." Addison leads us to the kitchen, where we grab a drink. "After I talked to him about being cordial, too." I sigh into my punch.

We catch up with a few classmates and head out to the backyard. A pool lies untouched, whereas the makeshift poolside bar does not. We sit at one of the high-top tables. then Addison's eyes go wide as she looks past me. "It's Marianne Delacroix! I didn't know she'd be here!" "Your boss?" "Yeah! I guess it makes sense, though. She's pretty good friends with Hunt." I guess something in my expression makes her pause. "...But she also has a steady boyfriend, so I'm sure you have nothing to worry about!" "Huh? Worry about what?"

Addison waves her down and she exchanges greetings with her boss. Miss Marianne has Hunt in tow. She turns and notices me, a very tense Hunt trying to inch away from where he stands right next to me. "Oh, Thomas, is this one of your students?" "I am. I'm Anneka Sinclair, pleasure to meet you!" I shake her delicately manicured hand. "Sinclair?" She gestures to Addison. "No relation." We say in unison. "Ah, well, very nice to meet you as well! And Addison, always a pleasure-" "Anneka, don't have you have somewhere else to be?" Hunt says through gritted teeth. I blink at him. What is your problem? "What do you mean? We're at your party-"

"Thomas! No need to be so rude." Marianne shushes him. "Apologies, it's just that dinner will be served soon. Let's find our seats, Marianne." Hunt is basically bouncing on his feet to get moving before he whisks Marianne away. Addison gives my hand a squeeze before we leave to also find our seats.

Well, Hunt cared enough to make sure we got a seat inside. But from where we sit halfway down the table from him, he clearly didn't want us near him. And better yet, he sits us across from- "Bianca." Addison glares at the spray-tanned brunette now perched across from me. Bianca scoffs. "As if I'm anymore excited to be sat here than you are, Barbie." Well, at least we're finally allowed alcohol now. The waiters begin to bring out the wine and salad course.

Over the chatter of the table, I can still make out Marianne's tinkling voice chatting with Hunt. "Don't be so uptight, Thomas! It seems being stuck in a classroom for so long has sucked the fun right out of you." "We both know I wasn't any fun before I started teaching, either." "That is true. I'd never met a director who earned his reputation more than you, dear. Perfectionist-" "I prefer 'purist'". "-heartless-" "Focused." "And power hungry." "Ambitious." I can't help but peek over and see him grinning. The grin I haven't seen since the night of the masquerade. You lucky woman.

Marianne and Hunt go back and forth about the good old days. Bianca groans and makes a vomiting gesture. "God, I wish they'd just hook back up already and shut up." I pause from poking at my salad and look up at her. "Wait... what?" A little sparkle lights Bianca's eye. "Oh, you didn't know? Marianne and Hunt used to be an item." Something clicks. "Is that... is that why he's been acting worse than normal? He's pushing me away for Marianne?" I whisper to Addison. Addison gives me a look, then turns back to Bianca. "And you're sure?" Bianca gulps her wine. "Oh yeah, I mean, it was a long time ago, but they were a big deal back then. They amicably broke it off when Marianne moved to NYC for her first big magazine job, and they're still friends." More wine. "It's just not fair." "What's not fair?" "Marianne Delacroix is like, perfect for Hunt. She's elegant, charming, sophisticated, and not to mention, beautiful. Who stands a chance of dating Hunt when she's in the picture? No one, that's who." She finishes her wine and snaps at a waiter for more. "Wait, I thought she had a boyfriend?" Addison chimes in. "She did, but they broke up, like, super recently. Marianne is very newly single, and from the way she's looking at Hunt, she's ready to be comforted."

Something in me softly cracks. I chance another glimpse down the table, where Marianne and Hunt are laughing, her hand touching his shoulder. "They would be a perfect match, wouldn't they...?"

"Have you been to the Getty lately, Thomas? Stephen Roth's paintings are being highlighted this month." Marianne is saying to him. I've heard of him. Uncle Moh did security at a gallery he was shown at. I've seen some of his work. "I just went this past weekend. Stephen mentioned he was going to show there last time he visited." Hunt responds. "And did you think it was as derivative as his last exhibit?" "Even more so. It's some of the most unimaginative 'art' I've seen, and I teach this lot." Ouch. Thanks, professor. "I always tell him that he needs to pull himself out of this Harlem Renaissance rut and find some new inspiration."

"Actually, Miss Marianne, if I may. Stephen Roth's paintings are stunning and completely original. Sure, some of his influences are more obvious than others, but as a whole, the exhibit showcased a talented painter who isn't afraid to reference an artistic movement that is often overlooked and undervalued."

I don't realize I've spoken aloud until half the table is gawking at me. Even Addison's jaw is hanging a little open. "Impressive. You seem to know your stuff, Anneka." Marianne smiles proudly. "Thank you, ma'am..." I mutter bashfully. "You know, Thomas, you always make it sound like your students are completely hopeless, but clearly some of them have potential." She nudges him. Hunt is trying his best to keep from glowering, but I can see his hand white-knuckling his wine glass. "So it would seem..."

Entrees come and go as we wine and dine, Addison now prodding me for how I knew who in the world Stephen Roth was. Eventually, some people begin to disperse as they finish eating, and Hunt stands. "Dessert and after-dinner drinks will be served in the living room in a few minutes. I just have to fetch the moscato from the wine cellar."

"And I have to use the little girls' room." I tell Addison. "Ooh, going after Hunt alone?" She teases. "No Ads, I'm actually going to the bathroom." I poke her forehead and head off to do just that. Only, as I exit the bathroom, I run almost straight into Hunt in the hall. "Ah! Professor, I am so sorry, it almost happened again!" I nervously chuckle as I help straighten the bottle he almost dropped. "Leave it be." He mutters and tries to rush past me. "Wait!" I call. He stops and impatiently turns around. "Can we just talk for a minute?" His scowl burns into my face. "About what?" "I'm not asking to be all buddy-buddy with you, but you've been very rude, and purposely avoiding me-" "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm hosting a party, Anneka, I have important things to do." "I understand, I do. But I don't even feel like a guest, I feel like a nuisance. Just, please, tell me what the problem is-"

"You want to know what the problem is?" He steps toward me and jabs a finger at me. "It's you. You are my only problem. Your very presence puts everything I've worked toward my whole life in jeopardy. So I'd appreciate it if you weren't around. At all. Leave me alone!"

It's like a punch to the gut all over again. But this time, this time his expression doesn't soften. Instead, he just turns around. I take a step back, trying to regain what little composure I have. "Understood, sir." I mutter. And then I stumble for the front door.

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I make it to the bottom of his front porch steps before I collapse. Luckily, I seem to be the only soul out here right now, as the party is happening inside and out back. I'm too in shock to even sob, so tears just silently stream. This would have hurt even if I didn't have feelings for him. But the finality of that statement. If he thinks I'm a problem, then I won't be a problem.

The front door opens and someone approaches beside me. "Ads, I'm fine, just needed a breather from the alcohol-" "You only had one glass, my dear. I know it's much more than that." I whip my head around to see Marianne Delacroix gently lowering herself to sit next to me. She offers me tissues. "How did you-?" "I may have heard the whole thing. But don't worry, I'm the only one who did. What he said was very uncalled for, but... he didn't mean a word of it." I sniffle and use one of the tissues. "How do you know?" "You think he didn't treat me differently when we were younger? His emotions are... hm, let's say complicated. He has a very hard time controlling them and they usually come in outbursts like that." "He controls his emotions by lashing out? Isn't that, like, toxic?" Marianne laughs softly. "It can be. But Thomas is like an ice sculpture; you just have to keep chipping away until the ice turns into something beautiful."

I take a deep breath. "Wait... why are you telling me this? I thought you two were...?" She laughs again. "A long time ago. But no, I didn't come here to steal your man. Maybe at first, but I saw how he looked at you, and I knew I would never stand a chance." I sputter. "Wait, what? No, no, it's not like that- he's my professor! And the way he looked at me? What, with disdain? And you not standing a chance? Have you met you? You're sophisticated, charming, smart and beautiful, I don't-" Marianne puts a finger to my lips. She leans in close. "You want to know a secret?" She smiles, her perfectly red lips enough to make anyone blush. "If all that is true, then you're just like me."

I can only stare as she stands and helps me to my feet. "Never sell yourself short, darling. You don't see the way he looks at you when your back is turned. You never do." Her smile is knowing, and there's butterflies in my chest and stomach.

"Marianne, I've been-" Hunt suddenly appears in the doorway, but stops when he sees us standing there. She doesn't look at him, but leans down and gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek. "He'll come around," she whispers. Then she's heading back up the front door steps and into the house, right past Hunt.

A moment passes before I look up at him. He's frozen, looking as if he's waging war within himself. I gesture for him to come over, then sit back on the steps. Hunt sighs and becomes the second person to sit next to me on the steps.

The awkward silence feels like an eternity. Finally, he speaks softly. "...I really am horrible to you, aren't I?" I smooth my skirt and hug my knees. "You can be, yeah." "...I'm sorry." He looks over at me. "I'm truly sorry, Anneka. Sometimes I lash out in the moment and don't realize what I've said until the damage is done." I shrug. "It's not completely unwarranted. I've been pushy, and in-your-business, and-" "But you haven't. You're just there, and I make it seem like a problem that you are." "So... you're saying I'm not a problem?" Hunt laughs to himself. "No, Anneka. You are not a problem. My stubbornness and ego are." I laugh with him. "... I think I know why you've been avoiding me, though." "Oh?"

Deep breath. Time to tackle the elephant in the room, Annie. "...Right, so... You mentioned, in the storage room a while ago... you brought up feelings." I feel myself beginning to blush. He's watching me with unreadable scrutiny. "And, I mentioned something like a school girl crush..." Another deep breath. "It's... true. I've always admired you, as a professor and from your work, and then, that night, at the masquerade... I wasn't disappointed it was you?" I look at him for a reaction. For anything. He hasn't changed.

I sigh and cover my face. "I like you, Hunt. My stupid heart decided it that night and I can't... stop. I know it's so forbidden, student and teacher and all, but I'm hoping it'll get easier to get over once the confession is out. So there it is." I lift my face and look out into the street. Now I'm waiting for the yelling to start, for him to berate me for being so childish and having these silly feelings that are just a phase I'll get over, that there's a snowball's chance in hell this would or could ever happen.

But Hunt doesn't yell. No, Hunt doesn't yell. His forehead softly collides with my shoulder, and I feel his weight shift as he sighs. Is he... relieved? What is happening right now?

As my head turns, my jaw gently meets the top of his head. His hair smells and feels like mousse, and I get a whiff of that fancy cologne that has never left my senses. My hand finds his on the stone step, our fingers graze. "Hunt...?" I whisper.

Then he's standing up in a flash, brushing off his blazer and shaking himself awake. "Thank you for your... honesty, Anneka. Enjoy the rest of the night." Then Hunt marches up the steps and back inside.

I follow a few minutes later and find Addison talking shop with Marianne in the kitchen. Hunt has disappeared. "Hey, there you are! Long bathroom break, you okay?" Addison asks.

I'm still in a daze, but I smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. I feel... lighter, honestly." Marianne smiles knowingly. But Addison grimaces. "Gross, TMI."

"No, not like that!"

(Disclaimer: The original story, places, names, some dialogue, and all characters except for Annie belong to Pixelberry from their game Hollywood U: Rising Stars. Thank you for reading!)

#hollywood u: rising stars #hollywood u #hollywood u rewrite #annie sinclair oc #thomas hunt

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