#ncpotism

          Practicing. Practicing. P r a c t i c i n g ?! Oh, he was going mad. Absolutely fucking mad. “Prac—practicing?” A laugh escaping him, rolling deep from within and now he had to look away from her. “Jesus fucking Christ, this is embarrassing for me.” Still chuckling as he ran his hands over his face, “Oh my god, you didn’t even... So you weren’t... Jesus fuck,” he could feel the heat radiating off his face. “I... I’m so sorry,” he said, turning to face her, directing his gaze to her face — her face and not...anywhere else. Certainly not her skirt, not her blouse that quite frankly...was not hiding a damn thing. He hated how his cock still swelled, still twitched as he tried not to glance, but still somewhat did. “Piper, I’m...so sorry, I just...really unloaded a lot on you that... Was clearly just...entirely one sided on my part. Practicing. I can’t...” There was a pause in thought, brows furrowed in slight confusion. “Wait,” brown eyes betraying his initial thought and roamed her in full, from the little skirt to see through blouse, no bra, making him wonder if she even bothered with knickers. “...no one’s...noticed you before? I find that hard to believe, I mean... You always look... I think — you bloody well know what I think, I made that pretty obvious now.” Shaking his head, “You don’t...need all that. You know? You’re very beautiful and smart, if no one sees that, then.... Fuck ‘em. And not, actually go try and fuck them, like, forget them. They’re not... Who exactly were you...practicing on me....for? Because if it was for that jock, well, mission accomplished. He was constantly drooling over you so much I wanted to punch him, Piper. You’re not as...invisible as you think you are.”

“ok, i know this looks bad, but i can explain.”

“i already told you, i’m not going. just go without me, go have fun! i’ll be here when you get back.”

                        “OH I’M not sure about that,” erin blushed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “surely you’ve met more interesting people than me.”

after a few minutes and a pleasant conversation with the saleswoman—aided by google translate, as it was—nicola was treated to the sight of nancy coming out of the fitting room wearing the tight-fitting dress like it was made for her. "oh, my god," nicola murmured, dark eyes raking hungrily over their body. "look at you… i might not be able to wait for tonight."

                           WHILST HE prided himself on being a good professor and a professional one, it was like diana was sent to test his patience. he had a hard time trying to keep his focus on the lecture, especially when she would wear such tight-fitting tops or bending over in front of him. he didn’t want to be that guy: the one who blamed his horniness on the woman. but it was so clear in this case that diana was going out of her way to torture him. after all, he hadn’t seen her act like that with any other student in class. the right thing to do would have been to report her and have her kicked out of his class. but sadly for alejandro, he couldn’t even bring himself to do the right thing; not when his dick was hard and he was oh-so very tempted by her. the male scoffed at her words. “don’t you mean it has more to do with your overt teasing? i’m trying to be the responsible and respectful adult, and all you keep doing is shoving yourself in my face!” he took a deep breath, to try and calm himself down. “do you really think that you would have gotten away with what you were doing, without any consequences, diana?”

❝  you asked me once,  if i would ever take a chance on us…maybe that ship sailed.  but.  ask me again?  sometime— doesn’t have to be today.  maybe tomorrow just.  ask me again.  ❞