One Shots Book

Let Off Some Steam • Ari Levinson

teachers! Ari x Reader

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Making some copies for an activity you were going to do with your classes today, someone passes in the hallway. And you see their silhouette from the corner of your eye but don't think anything of it.

Until you were hearing that voice again.

"Where'd you get those pants? They look really good on you."

You don't even have to turn to look at who it was, you simply take a deep breath and collect all the copies that the copy machine spit out following your instructions.

"Pretty sure that's an inappropriate comment, Coach Levinson."

Walking past him, you haven't even looked at his face and of course he goes following after you. Somehow you and him have the same prep period so, naturally you guys are free during this time.

Something pulled you to teach high school, you're not sure what, and you're still figuring it out. If anything you can go back to the littles if you wanted to, you're certified across the board to teach K-12.

But a part of you was always curious as to how teaching seniors would be like—yeah, something only certain people have the confidence to say.

They're pretty chill for the most part, they're just like Kindergarteners, always hungry, asking when is lunch, and they don't want to do their work.

"Is it?" He tsks his tongue, following after you, and taking advantage that the hallway was empty to check your ass out. Ever since you grabbed up the 12th grade English spot at the start of the year Ari here hasn't let up with the flirting.

At first you thought he was annoying, and kind of persistent. Now, well, now he's grown on you, him and those damn pick up lines.

He doesn't do it in front of the other teachers or the kids, so he knows his boundaries, but if he sees you alone in the teachers room, the parking lot, the copy room.

It's fair game to him.

"It is." You murmur, opening the door to your classroom, and intending to close it behind you but he strolls right in like this way his room too.

"I can say some other inappropriate stuff to you if you want. I think you like it."

"Don't flatter yourself, Mr.Levinson." Giving him an eye roll, you push your chair under your desk and slide in. And you get to stapling these activity packets for the kids today.

They're really young adults, but to you they're still kids. "What's up with you? Normally you're more pissed at me." Sliding onto a desk, you sigh, he was going to stay.

But that's not even what was bothering you. "Just tired is all," faking a yawn, you remember why you're a bit upset and moody, but you can't let Ari know. You can handle this on your own, you're their teacher.

"Right," pursing Ari's lips he swings his legs back and forth on the desk, while he tries to wonder why you're under the weather, "did you see the new fridge in the teacher's room? It's got an ice dispenser."

"You're lying," you utter, stapling away, you're not sure if what Ari says is true or not. Or if his attraction to you is simply sexual.

"I'm not, doll face." He shrugs his shoulders, laughing and shit you made the mistake of looking at him and he looks so handsome.

In his athletic outfit, those long locks of hair just effortlessly swifting upwards, "you gotta check it out."

Hopping off the desk, he come to lean in front of yours, "you know I also have a fridge at home just like that one, we can put some ice in our champagne and we can have our champagne with the dinner I'll be cooking you."