WLW One shots.

1. Miss Florence. PT 1

Word count: 832

Y/N POV

Most of my mates hate school, I can understand why, but when you have the hottest Professor of all time, it's pretty easy to love going to college.

Miss. Florence. Holy hell was she beautiful. She has been my History of art Professor for the past two years and I wouldn't change it for the world.

I'm sat in her classroom, waiting for her to arrive, I'm leaning on her dark oak desk facing the door, I turn all of her pens and pencils around so that they are facing the same direction.
The door opens and Sam walks in along with three of the other students, Sam is always the first person to arrive after me, she is 23, has black and blue hair, always has earphones in and never wears any other shoes than her well looked after doc martens.

Soon after the first four people arrive, the others start to slowly but surely filter into the room. There she is, Miss. Florence, in a laid back half suit, Tight black trousers, loose silk, black button up shirt and a black blazer draped effortlessly over her shoulders, she has gold jewelry today, four rings, two necklaces, a few bracelets and her multiple ear piercings.

She doesn't bat an eye at me as she greets the students that have started to seat themselves wherever they felt comfortable, most settling at the back of the room but others still scattered around.

Miss. Florence finally turns her head to me, "Good morning Y/N, please take your seat so I can get started." She says, her voice at such a level in which only the people on the first few rows and I could hear.

I smirk to myself now just deciding that I'm in a disobedient mood, I cock my head at her and she knowingly rolls her eyes, before she could say anything else, I speak up.
"Actually, Im quite comfortable sat on your desk, I think I'll just stay here today." She takes a breath and slowly walks towards me, when she gets face to face with me, she leans down to whisper in my ear,
"Behave yourself, Sit at your table and do as you're told." Her voice sends shivers down my spine and all of my hairs stand up.

I stand up straight, dust myself off and walk up the stairs to my desk, I sit myself down on the table, just to add a bit of sass. Oh but she did not like that, she made dead on eye contact with me and lifted her eyebrow at me. I sung my legs under the desk to where they were meant to be.

Small time skip coz I can.

It's only 12:45 which means we are 3 1/4 of the way through the class, Miss Florence has just sent us of on a task, I was struggling a bit with the fourth part of the first task, the truth is, I hate asking for help. But Miss. Florence must have seen the confusion on my face and she was walking up the stairs towards me, her shirt sleeves rolled up, stopping just before her elbows.

She pulled a chair next to me and gave me a comforting smile, "What's up? What don't you understand?" She says to me while reading through the question.
I look at her suspiciously, "I have no idea what you're on about, I'm fine." She slides her hand on to my upper thigh and squeezes, she switches her gaze to my eyes, "Don't be so stubborn Y/N, it's not sinful to ask for help." I sigh and cave in to her demands, I tell her what I don't understand.

After 15 minutes of her working with me, I finish the tasks and there is five minutes left until the end. Miss. Florence stunds up from the chair and gets everyones attention.
"Alright guys, you all did great today, I'm going to let you all go a few minutes early, don't forget to do the other tasks online as your home study, it due in by Monday." She says as everyone starts to pack up and leave, I go to do the same but I feel a firm hand on my shoulder pushing me back down onto my chair,
"Not you, sit down." She said without looking at me.

All of the students had left, she takes my hand and pulls my down to her desk at the front, she looked at me with hooded eyes, nothing but lust behind them.
She sits down on the table, hooks her fingers my belt loop and pull my waist in between her thighs,

"Hello darling." She whispers in my ear, her arms move to drape over my shoulders and my hands slid around her waist.

I look down at her slightly, with a grin on my face,
"Hello stranger." I say, my voice low and laced with ardour.

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