𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 |ᵗᵘᵖᵃᶜ ˢʰᵃᵏᵘʳ (on hold)

four

Pac finally walks into the colorful classroom I decorated. His eyes scan across the tiny blue chairs and tan semicircle tables. I shake my head at his astonishment of the two computers sitting in the corner. I start to organize the worksheets I have planned for the kids today. I glance up at the clock on the wall which read 7:32.

"We have 18 minutes by ourselves until the kids start coming to class." I tell Tupac who has moved next to me.

Tupac licks his lips and bends down to my ear "I can make you cum in less than five." I was taken back by his forwardness but none the less turned on. His large frame hovered of mine his lips upturned into a smirk. His hand pulled me into his chest by the tip of my ass. I put my hands on his firm chest trying to get some space in-between us.

"We can't Pac, I work here." I say with rigid breathing.

Pac smirk turns into a devious smile "Oh baby girl, your lips are saying one thing," He preaches dragging his thumb across my bottom lip "But your body is saying something else." I suddenly realize I was fully pressed against him my hands not doing their job of being a separator between the two of us. My pelvis was pressing against his. His hands travel back down to my waist crossing the barrier to my butt which he gave a squeeze too. That brought me back to sanity immediately.

I calm myself down by taking a breath and clearing my throat "Tupac this is inappropriate." I say trying to be stern I feel his hands slide back up to my waist. He kisses his teeth "I like you girl, stand yo ground." He lets me go and puts his hands in his pockets. "You gotta nice classroom." He states strolling around the room.

This man who made me sexually frustrated to the point of shaking in the span of 30 seconds just complimented my kindergarten classroom.

I let out an offended scoff. "Nah girl don't be mad you said no."

"Whatever," I say getting back to work.

We spent the last minutes of peace separated. Then children

"Yes, Taylor?" I call on the girl raising her hand.

She darts her eyes across to Tupac who was sitting on my desk. "Who is that?" She asked in her small voice her brown doe eyes looking up at me.

"That is Mr.Shakur-" I was cut off by another hand flying up in the air "Yes Ryan."

"Is that your boyfriend?"

Before I could answer little Ryan's question Tupac quickly popped up from my desk and made his way next to me.

"Yes, I am." He said with a large smile on his face. Then he landed a small peck on my cheek causing my whole classroom to erupt in "ew's".

The first half of the day was filled with questions about the new class visiter, but in the end, I finally got the topic of my 'boyfriend'. I walked the kids to the gym knowing that was their special this week. I let out a breath of relief when I'm back in the quiet classroom. Pac was leaning on my desk looking at me with a smile."You deal with those kids every day?" He asked slightly in awe. I respond with a laugh "Yes every. Single. Day." I exaggerate walking around to sit down in my chair. "Thank goodness it's Friday."

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 a/n:

i'm so sorry it's short but writer's block has been mean to me recently, and i will probably be updating more in late february and march