You looked over the math problems on the handout. Easiest shit ever.
"Mr. Malik?" you called out, raising my hand.
His caramel eyes looked up from his papers to meet yours. “Can I help you, y/n?”
"I don’t understand number 4." You pouted your lip slightly.
Okay, lies. Math was your fucking thing; logarithms were nothing to you. But Mr. Malik? Well, he was something. It was no secret that he was the hottest teacher in the school, maybe in the world. All the girls were constantly begging for his attention and the female teachers were no better. Two different teachers had come inside the classroom in the last ten minutes to “borrow a pen.” Pffft. More like to borrow his attention.
Mr. Malik sighed and took his glasses off, before scratching his stubble. “There’s only 3 minutes left of class. Stay after school and I’ll review it with you.” He went back to grading papers at his desk.
You smirked internally as a few girls in the class glared at you jealously. Not that you cared, really. They had every right to be jealous. You knew you looked better than them.
The bell finally rang and all the students except for you got up and shuffled out of class. A few girls waved at Mr. Malik and one of them even called out “Have a good weekend, Mr. M!” It was Friday, after all.
"Alright, y/n, what is it you need help with?" Mr. Malik had gotten up from his desk and had come over to where you were sitting. He placed his two large palms on either side of the desk and leaned over slightly to get a look at the question on the paper. You caught a waft of his cologne.
God, he was so fucking sexy.
"I just don’t get it, Mr. Malik." You looked up at him with wide eyes and bit your lip. "I really, really don’t get it."
His breathing hitched and he scooted back nervously. “Erm, okay. I’ll, uh… I’ll do the problem on the board.” He walked over to the dry erase board and began writing on it with a red marker.
You rolled your eyes at his back. Did he think you were stupid or something? Of course you understood the problem. He had to understand you were coming onto him. Time for a different approach.
You stood up from your seat, making sure your plaid skirt was dangerously high up your thighs and followed him to the board and stopped to stand directly behind him.
"Oh my, it makes a lot more sense now…" Mr. Malik turned around quickly, caught off guard by your close proximity. His mouth hung slightly open.
"You’re such a good teacher…" you purred, batting your eye lashes slowly. He stared at you, unblinking, and swallowed hard. You decided to push it a little further and ran your finger down his toned chest, feeling every muscles under neath his white button down shirt.
"Ms. y/l/n, are you coming on to me?" He firmly said. His brow furrowed and he took a step back, backing into the white board.
"Why would you ever think that, Mr. Malik?" You widened your eyes to give yourself an innocent doe look. Of course you were fucking coming on to him.
"Are you aware that violates the law? You can get me arrested for this." He snapped. He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing your eyes.
You took another step forward and put your hand on his chest. He flinched but didn’t move away.
"And why, Mr. Malik, would anyone know about this?" He kept his eyes closed, breathing hard. You smirked and went in for the kill. You leaned in close to his ear before whispering "You have no idea how badly I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me."
