\\Trinity Oneshots//

Ms. Fenty (Rihnika)

Ms. Fenty/Robyn's point of view

"Today's work will further prepare you for the review tomorrow. I've given you some pages to read for information on what you need to know. It's your choice whether or not you read it." I explained to my students, I always knew I didn't want to be a college professor talkin' all proper and shìt.

There was only one thing I looked forward to, in this specific class. Onika Maraj. She was smart, kind, and beautiful. She didn't talk much but I could tell she took pride in her work. I genuinely liked her but if I acted like I did and we formed a connection, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from fucking her on a table.

She was unintentionally seductive in everything she did, even the way she held her pencil was attractive.

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The class had been working for some time and class was coming to an end. Every once in a while a student would raise their hand and ask a question about the subject. Most of the students had a fair share of questions, except Onika. She seemed to know her way around the assignment, and I wanted to know if she was familiar with it already.

Students were starting to close their books and reorganize their materials, except Onika, who was very into her work and whatever she was listening to through her headphones. I didn't have a problem with it as the class had not fully finished yet but I allowed students to leave a few minutes early if they pleased. As the room emptied, she was still sitting there.

I was writing various emails and we both just got lost in what we were doing. A few minutes later, at this point class had finished, and she finally started packing up her stuff and leaving. I knew she didn't have a class after this, "Onika, are you busy?" I asked. I half wanted to ask if she was ready for the review tomorrow as it was worth a portion of her grade, but I also didn't want her to leave without talking to her.

"Yes, Ms. Fenty?" She asked, I could tell she was nervous. I cleared my throat trying to hide the satisfaction that I got from her referring to me that way. "I wanted to know if you had any questions about the work I gave you," I replied.

Onika's point of view

Why she wanna know? Bruh I'm just tryna' to leave with my underwear intact. I thought. "Oh no, I'm good" I replied, she just stared at me and nodded her head. I took that as my queue to leave. "Oh, and one more thing, here's the written report we did a bit ago." She said while reaching her arm out to hand to hand me the paper. I was originally trying to stay as for from her as possible, but to get the paper, unfortunately, I had to get closer. I wish she'd just throw it at me or something.

I walked to her desk and took the paper from her, our hands grazed and I felt a shock at the contact.  We made eye contact, it was only now I noticed her beautiful green eyes, they pierced through me like arrows. "You're very pretty, Ms. Fenty," I said, WHAT IN THE FUCK, WHY, WHY DID I SAY THAT? I thought.

"Thank you, gorgeous." She said with a slight smile and a wink. I'd marry her, I thought. I knew if I said something my voice would crack so I didn't, I just smiled and nodded while turning away. I walked as fast as possible to the door and exited the classroom, I didn't even look at my written report mark. I got out of the building and into my car as fast as possible and drove to my apartment escaping that situation as fast as possible.

•••

It'd been a few weeks since Ms. Fenty and I's semi-awkward conversation after class, all I can say is that it's been rough. We caught each other staring at the other at least five times every thirty minutes. I find myself thinking about her an unhealthy amount of times. It's gotten to the point where I am inches away from asking her what her nipples look like.