~Male crush x male reader~

Prove It (lemon)

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Y/N POV:

I sigh quietly in relief and stretch in my office chair, lifting my arms above my head with a small groan. I shut my monitor down and turn off the screen, standing up.

I should probably go home now. It's getting late.

I pick up my bag from the floor and put it over my arm, adjusting my tie since it's a tad loose. I examine the room with my eyes, double checking that I got everything I need to take home.

I turned my monitor off, my water bottle is in the holder on my bag, my keys are in my pocket, my phone is in my other pocket, I didn't bring a jacket today... I think I'm all good.

I stroll out of my office and shut the door behind me, pulling my office key out and locking the door. I glance up at the plate made of fake gold on my door, reading it to myself.

"Headmaster Y/N..."

I'm so happy with my job.

I'm going to step out of the school doors when I notice the light is on in one of the classrooms down a nearby hallway.

Hmm... Strange. I thought everyone else would've gone home by now.

I decide to check out who is staying behind for whatever reason, despite the fact that today is the last day we have to be here until the day before spring break. I turn around and roam down the hallway, mentally noting how odd it feels now that it's empty. Well... Except for one teacher.

Once I arrive at the classroom door, I look beside it and read the room number & teacher name.

Room 203: Mr. C/N.

I find myself smiling a bit as I read his name silently. Before I can think twice, I turn the door handle and step inside, attempting to be as quiet as possible for a reason I can't quite pinpoint at the moment. My eyes are immediately drawn to C/N, opening a bit wider when I notice what he's wearing as he grades papers from his students.

My eyes scan over the outline of his soft facial features, my gaze drifting downward. C/N's tight-fitting tank top makes parts of his torso stand out in just the right ways, making me hesitate the slightest bit before making myself look away. I, instead, look at his legs, hoping to distract myself from letting my thoughts wander. Instead, I find it becoming more of a struggle to avoid any sort of libidinous thoughts as I realize his shorts are rather small and also tight-fitting.

Dammit, I really hope I don't end up getting hard.

I notice C/N muttering under his breath and I get curious, wondering what he might be talking to himself about. I decide to not make my presence known just yet, instead choosing to observe him for a moment out of interest. His expression of concentration makes me smile softly, his eyes intense & eyebrows furrowed a bit, his lips forming a slight pout.

C/N's delicate fingers grip his red pen lightly, my face slightly reddening when I realize my mind is about to start going to places it most definitely should not be going. I bite my lip a bit to keep myself grounded somehow, only to realize it has no effect on my current state. If anything, it only makes it worse. Not-so-suddenly, I feel my pants starting to get tight.

Fuck. I need to calm down.

I shake my head quickly, as if attempting to physically shake the dirty thoughts out of my mind. I move my bag so it's directly in front of my crotch, successfully (at least mostly) hiding the hard-on caused by the very man sitting before me. I clear my throat loudly, making sure to get C/N's attention. As I expected, he looks up at me with those sweet, oblivious doe eyes of his.