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Principal! Silco x AFAB Senior Problem Student Y/N (Mild NSFT)

You show him a peek under your skirt. His eyes are on his book as he firmly reminds you that ladies do not sit like that. You tell him that you don't see a problem and lift a leg to show a lil more. He can't help looking on instinct. You both know he saw something. He snarls.

"Sit. Correctly. I won't repeat myself."

"Hmmmm. I'm sorry... it's just that P.E was really draining today..." You place your head on the desk and lift your legs up, you're in full display now.

"I think you're going to need to put my legs where you want them to be~"

He closes his book. He's mad now. He walks closer and you can't help lifting your head and sitting straighter, expectations rising with the corners of your lips. He looms over you.

"Y/N…" He bends, the desk obscuring your view of him now and fuck- was he, would he? Did you finally get him to- he grabs your thighs, so unbearably close to your ass. You yelp and can't help a whimper as he slides them down to your calves. You become putty. You know you're soaking.

"Well that was easy."

You didn't notice until he let go of you. Your legs were back to a 'safe' position. He got up and your disappointment was evident.

"Now stay like that."

"Or what? Will you touch my legs again?"

"Or I'll never take over your detention again."

You pout. He turns before you can see his serious face smile a little. He sits back on his desk and picks up his book. He traces a finger on the page he had left. He can still remember your warmth. He takes a deep breath. He really should stop taking over this fucking class. It wasn't his responsibility.

You kept teasing. And he kept doing it back. It was a game to see who broke first. You both kept edging the other on to ridiculous lengths. Then everything came to a head...

Silco had a bad day. Dealing with being one of the worst schools in the district, his overseers came to visit and would not stop giving him shit over things beyond his control. It was humiliating, frustrating. He is not in the mood for your shenanigans, so he tries to skip out of your detention but-

No one else could cover. Of course. His staff is already fucking thin, of course this happened. Another thing to be mad about as he sits in his desk, glaring at your cheeky grin. "Not today" he insists. "Don't try anything." and yet. What happened? Of course.

You took that as a challenge.

He had his head lowered. He'd taken some pain pills but still, he ached. You got out of your desk. You stand close to his.

"Sit. Back. Down."

"But I can help... I can massage-"

"SIT."

...........

You had gotten used to his yells. This one didn't make you flinch.

"I'd like to help."

Help. Hah. He's had a bad day. He didn't want to be here. He'd rather be home, taking a shower....

Relaxing…

His body moves against his better judgment. He wasn't thinking. He tells himself that in retrospect. He gets up.

"Help?” You're standing eye to eye. “You want to help? The delinquent wants to be useful!"

He doesn't hesitate in letting his hand cup your face. Trace your lips. Your heart skips a beat- but his expression. It's not the tender one you imagined. It mocks you. He leans to your ear, making you shiver. And he whispers words you died to hear.

"If you really want to be a use.... would you be a darling and suck me off?"

Fuck, he doesn’t have to ask twice. You're on your knees. The door is unlocked. Neither of you care, you're in your bubble, this is happening. Finally, something solid. You move your hands to his belt, and he helps, movements fast to avoid the oncoming train of thought. Need. Need. He needs this. His pants open. You push his underwear down. He hisses as the air touches him before your lips do. A few licks, a quick dip, you know how to start things off. But you're not fast enough.

"Take more." He orders, grabbing at your hair. He wasn't pushing you. But you knew he wouldn't be nice. You moan as you begin taking him in. His grip turns deadly. "Fffuck." It makes you want to laugh, realizing this was the first time you've heard him curse. It's sexy... You worship him, pour every ounce of your desire into what you gave, and he took it all, gasping for air, bucking, shit. It's good. All the waiting seemed ridiculous. He should've done this sooner, you should've fucked, he would’ve wrecked you...

He should take you now.

With that overwhelming thought, he finishes. You drank it proudly, not letting go until he was well and spent. "Haaaaaaaa, hehe.... how'd I do then? Are all my tardies for the year excused?" You're laughing. It's happened. You can only feel relief and exhilaration. But he was wearing down from his high. His last thought echoing in his head.

What had he done?

He moves away from you. Puts his pants back on and walks to the door. "Detention is canceled. You'll get a new teacher starting next week."

"...what?" Before you can argue, he walks away. He's gone. He can't keep seeing you. He can’t.

A month later, you'd think he'd cool off by now. That whatever you did to fuck up, he'd forget. He always had before. But.... he still avoided you. And, true to his word, there was another teacher in detention. The stupid boring history nut that would take the time to teach you about shit you didn't care about. But it worked. You stopped misbehaving. What was the point? You were back to just being the quiet kid that failed at everything. And without detention, you'd only get home earlier. You hated being home.

You've had enough of everything.

The day was moody. Everyone left. You were still in school. Eventually, the custodians told you to leave the classroom... and you found yourself at the front of the parking lot. Sitting close to the edge of the outside roof, a trickle began to pour.

You don’t want to go home. You know you'll end up having to. But you still... dread it. Curled up. Face hidden behind knees. You're alone.

Or so you thought.

A familiar sigh.

"What are you doing?"

......... you hate the butterflies he still gives you.

You don’t know how to tell him about all the shit going on in your life. You didn't want to. You just settle for.

"It's raining."

Silco looks up. The drizzle would pick up soon. He rakes a hand through his hair. He's tired.

"Why didn't you leave sooner?"

You finally let go of your cocoon and look up a bit. He can see that you were crying, and it makes his frustration... dissipate.

"I just...... couldn't."

His frown deepens only a little. He crosses his arms. He crossed a line the last time you were alone. He was doing so well in avoiding you.

But here you were again. And well...

How could he leave you now?

He makes a sound like a growl, forcing out the question.

".... do you need a ride?"

......

His car smells nice. It's neat. And warm. You live close to the school. But he doesn't need to know that. You'll make him drive around the neighborhood.

The tension is high. You're both quiet at first. He tries asking if he should turn a corner. You stop him.

"Why did you leave me?"

Silco pauses. He knew this was a bad idea. How could you understand?

"I don’t.... want to answer that."

"Well, you should. Did I do a bad job? Do you not like me? What was it?"

"..... it's not..."

"Silco."

He's looking at you. His attention is fully on you. You've never once ever called him by his name. You feel a little braver.

"You can be bored of me. You can leave. Just. Please. Please do one thing for me. One last thing."

He's tired. He's weak. The rain is harder now. He shouldn't indulge you. He should take you home and continue.

But he's always let his demons win.

"...One last thing."

He's parked in an empty lot. With rain this heavy, no one will ask questions. You're both in his backseats.

The kiss was soft, but you didn't want soft. Not anymore. You deepen it, you want him. Everything. You've been starving and he's your feast.

Nothing to hold back anymore. He grips your sides, letting you push him back. He dares to get greedy and takes off your shirt.

You want it fast. You want it slow. You want it all. You have him straddled as you unbutton his. His breathing gets harder just looking at you, he slips a knee between your thighs and settles his hands in your hips. Moving you to rub against him. You quiver, finally you've finished the last button. You're on his skin, you want to leave as many marks as you can. He won’t forget you- not immediately at least. He laughs and it's beautiful.

"Eager..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You're back into a sloppy kiss. You're afraid you're showing how needy you are, but you can’t help it.

"You don't know how much I want you...." The strain in your voice and your hand on his cock makes him choke up.

"Heh." He switches your positions quickly, having you on your back as he lifts your legs. It makes you stop your breath.

"I think I do..."

He's everything you wanted. Tender. Rough. Loving. Yours. You lasted three rounds before your cellphone rings and brings you back to reality.

Your parents finally noticed your absence. They want you home. You want to chuck it, but he stops you. This is it. This is over.

You get dressed. You give him the correct directions. You don’t want to get out of the car.

Neither does he.

He notices your tears. He melts. Exhaling a breath, he finally speaks up. “…. This…….”

You can’t look at him. You expect him to break your heart further, but he unbuckles his seat belt and holds your face. He wipes your tears.

“Listen….. maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“……..” He can’t promise you anything. He can’t tell you what he really wants. He can only kiss you. Another five minutes spent like that. The lingering. Knowing you would be out there. It still poured.

Finally, he lets go.

Finally, he has the words.

“…. I’ll see you on Monday.”

And for now, that was enough.

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