Teacher's Pet💋|| Hugh Jackman x reader

Hotel Room

You crawl into the front seat of Hugh's black Mercedes-Benz and kiss him quickly on the lips. He smiles sweetly at you, his eyes lingering on your lips. You blush.

"Stop staring," you say, laughing nervously.

"Sorry, but you just look so damn good," he growls, leaning back in his seat and shifting gears.
You grin and lean back too, turning your eyes forward. You feel his large hand wrap around your thigh, his fingers gripped firmly. His touch makes your stomach flip.

It's a painfully long drive to the hotel. You're unsure of what to talk about and he's not giving you much to work with. All you can pay attention to is his hand on your thigh.

When you arrive to the hotel building, he parks the car and tells you to wait. You're confused as to why until he walks over to your side of the car and opens your door, a goofy smile on his face. You laugh and grin, grabbing your bag.

"Thank you," you say.

He leads you into the building, checks into the room smoothly (though not without a skeptical side-eye from the desk worker. She must have seen the age gap but didn't say anything. Good- it wasn't her business anyways). As the lady hands over the key-card, you wrap your hands around Hugh's upper arm, glaring at the desklady.

You both continue down the halls until you reach the designated room. Your stomach turns as you watch Hugh swipe the card and open the door.

"After you," he says, holding the door politely. You nod a thanks and head inside. There's one bed, a tv, a bathroom, a minifridge, and large windows on one wall facing the city.

After observing for a second, you place your bag and things on a bedstand on the right.

"What do you think?" Hugh asks, following behind you. You turn back to him and smile.

"It's perfect!"

Hugh smiles at that, undoing his tie and kicking off his shoes.
You do the same, watching him. He walks closer to you and suddenly grabs your hips, pulling you close. Your stomach flips at his touch and you blush.

"Hugh-" you start but are interrupted by him kissing you roughly. His hands trace up and down your waist then neck. Your own hands go to his chest, stroking his strong muscles. You both breathe each other in, panting softly between kisses. A muffled moan escapes your lips as he presses his body to yours, grabbing the sides of your face.

You suddenly fall against the bed, Hugh still standing.

"You're sure this is what you want?" he asks in a genuine tone.
You nod, saying,"Yes, I'm sure," with a little chuckle.

He looks down at you and starts undoing some buttons on his white dresshirt. You bite your lip in anticipation. You think back to all the times in class fantasizing about moments like this, what was under that shirt of his... and those pants.

"You're so gorgeous," he mumbles, leaning down over you again. You smile, pulling him in for another bruising kiss. Your tongues dance together as hands wander each other's bodies. You felt his hot breath against your face, mixed with the heat radiating off of his skin. You suddenly want out of your clothes, a hunger creeping up your body.

You push him off for a second to meet his eyes.

"Um, I just wanted to let you know I've never actually done anything like this before," you say quietly, embarrassed. His brows furrow slightly.