Please go read my new Demi/Dilmer fan fiction 'Dear Mrs. President' on my old profile, lovariato
The sight of the gymnasium was spectacular. The ugly bleachers had been covered with a large black sheet, a wall like structure over one side to act as a mezzanine almost.
"Wilmer, this must be the girlfriend that you've told me so much about!" The headmaster approached us, an older woman who i assumed was his wife was hanging from his arm. My stomach dropped as I physically felt anxiety running through my body.
Wilmer smiled, snaking his arm around my waist as he comforted me, his fingers softly fiddling with the lace of my gown. "Yes, this is Devonne." I felt his lips come in contact with my cheek as I stood in fear, this all seemed good in theory but when it came to it, it was terrifying.
"You have good taste, she's beautiful." The headmaster's wife gushed as I gave her a soft smile in return. Could I speak? Would he recognise my voice? "Would you like some champagne?" The woman asked.
I nodded as Wilmer pressed slightly into my side as if telling me to talk, "Please." I smiled, trying to mask my voice as much as possible.
"I would ask for ID, but being Wilmer's girlfriend I doubt you're underage." The headmaster joked, before his wife passed both Wilmer and I, a glass of the sparkling drink.
"Are you okay drinking that?" Wilmer said into my ear as I took a small sip.
I nodded, "I'm not an alcoholic." I rolled my eyes as Wilmer gave me a blank stare, "I'm fine." I smiled softly, being defensive would do nothing but make me seem guilty.
I mean, I did drink a strawber-rita while I was getting ready, but little sips didn't do anything to me. I just wanted something to drink, to be honest. The canned drink was already in my mini fridge so I didn't see why not.
I glanced over my shoulder to see that everyone was already dancing to the music that was playing. There For You by Martin Garrix and Troye Sivan was pulsating through the room, it wasn't exactly the music that I expected for a masquerade ball, but I guess that's what you get when you hire a DJ. People stopped moving as much when the song ended and the sound of a slow piano filled the room.
Tapping Wilmer on the shoulder, I lent closer to his ear. "Can we dance?" I asked, also wanting to bring myself out of the awkward situation. My Everything by Ariana Grande played as I waited for his response.The masked man gave me a small nod before excusing us from the headmaster and his wife. Taking the lead I led him to a free space on the dance floor. He placed his hands on my lower backside as I rested mine around his broad shoulders. We moved to the songs swiftly. He smiled, realising that I knew how to slow dance.
As we moved to the beat of the music, one of his hands moved to my ass and the other moved to my hip before he spun me around. I couldn't help but smile at the man as we danced. He spun me again, but this time I stood with my back pressed up against him, our arms tangled in each others as we moved to the song.
I bit my lip softly as I felt him grow under me, his hands gripping onto my hips as I moved against him softly. "Should we take this somewhere else?" Wilmer asked, I groaned quietly before turning around to face him.
"And why is that, Mr. Valderrama?" I asked, snaking my arms around his neck as he glanced to his left.
"As sexy as you are, there's security going around checking ID, and that probably isn't the best thing for us." Wilmer explained, I subtly looked around the room to see that he was right. There were three security guards going through the crowds of people as guests quickly took out their ID's. I felt the adrenaline run through me as they inched closer towards where we were.
I bit my lip as an idea popped into my head, we were in the school after all. I slipped my hand into Wilmer's before leading him out of the gymnasium doors.
The hallways were empty as we made our way down the blank corridor, I giggled at the thought of all this commotion, and maybe the alcohol was getting to my head quicker than I thought it would.
Wilmer quickly unlocked the door before we stumbled into the dark room. His lips instantly attached to mine as I pulled off my mask to make it easier to kiss.
Gripping onto my waist, his lips attached to my neck as I struggled to pull the blazer from his body. The piece of clothing dropped to the floor before I turned on the light. As kinky as it was with the lights off, I liked being able to see what I was doing, especially in an office.
Wilmer stumbled with the back of my dress, unzipping it before unbuttoning the corset which I was wearing underneath.
The dress slid down my body as Wilmer trailed his lips down to my breasts, his tongue flicking my left nipple as I ran my fingers through his short hair, using my other hand to unbuckle his belt as he lent me against the back of his desk.
I basically jumped out of my skin and Wilmer pressed against my body as if to cover me as his office door swung open."Oh, I'm so sorry, I saw the light on and I..." The voice of the headmaster said, I slowly pulled my dress back over my body as we stood in absolute devastation. "Mr. Valderrama, what in the world is going on here?" Anger and confusion running through the headmasters voice as neither of us dared to move.
Wilmer turned to face the dean, shamefully fastening his belt and readjusting the buttons on his shirt, still trying to shield me from the headmasters view. "I apologise, Devonne and I got a little too carried away." Wilmer responded, nerves running through his voice.
"Devonne?" The headmaster repeated, Wilmer moved with the older man as he tried to get a peak at my face, I kept my head down as I tried to find my mask on the floor. "Please move out the way." He asked, Wilmer standing strong in front of me, slipping me his mask as I stood behind him.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that sir."
"I'm sorry, Wilmer..." I trailed off, stepping out from behind him.
The room went silent, nothing but shock and embarrassment on the headmasters face. Oh boy.
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