"Yep. My own office." Brendon smiled proudly, showing off his considerably larger office that had it's own printer and everything. A real upgrade.
He sat in the swivel chair at the desk and look in my eyes and grinned. Without a second thought, I leapt on his lap and kissed his cheek.
"Locks on the door?" I asked with my face in his neck.
"Yep."
"Blinds that shut properly?"
"I assume."
"Sound proofed walls?"
"Yeah, even that."
I tore away and leaned back slightly, placing my hands very slightly on Brendon's crotch.
He moaned very quietly, and grabbed hold of my hair.
"Babe--"
"Yes?"
His eyes closed momentarily but opened them again to plant his face on my collar bone, kissing and biting my skin.
***
Brendon and I had just finished, when a knock on Brendon's office door echoed in the room.
"Shit!" He exclaimed quietly.
I dragged as many clothes as I could and hid under the desk and Brendon pulled on a shirt.
The person opened the door and greeted my boyfriend, and obviously flirting with him - even I could tell and I couldn't even see.
"So, Professor Urie? I have some student files here for you to look at." She said as seductively as possible.
I could practically hear her batting her eyelashes.
"Uh, thanks...Karen. You work at reception, right?"
"Yeah. Sorry, but why do you look so hot?"
I was about to jump up and snatch that girl's weave, before Brendon spoke.
"Uh-- I couldn't figure out the heater in here and I left in on a while...got it working though."
She giggled loudly and walked next to the desk. I pressed myself again the back of the desk as much as possible to reduce the risk of her seeing me.
"What's this?" She asked curiously, her high heels stopping in their tracks.
"OH-- uh...that's my girlfriend's handbag. She came in earlier to check my office out but she must have forgotten it."
After he mentioned me, her tone was less sexual, but still flirtatious.
Once she finally left, I got up from the floor and put my clothes on.
"God, who does she think she is?! Tyra fucking Banks?! I don't think so, oh no. I hope she chokes on all the fucking dick she eats. Jesus Christ, why are you laughing?!" I yelled, tying my shoes.
"You're so cute when you're jealous. Its flattering, really."
I pouted and sat in his chair, not facing him.
"Aw babe, I'm sorry, please forgive me."
I sighed and got up so he could sit down, and I sat on his lap.
"I forgive you, cunt."
He chuckled and kissed my neck.
"I love you," He said quietly.
"I love you too."
(A/N) I haven't updated this story in like a year I'm sorry no one reads it anymore
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The Death Of A Bachelor - Brendon Urie teacherxstudent fanfic au
Fanfic"Not a lot of people can say they're in love. But not a lot of people are in love with their English teacher, either,"
