Red Room Hours with John Tan

Daddy

The weekend went quickly, with both yourself and John being distracted with classwork and friends. You were comforted by the fact that he reached out to check on you several times even when you hadn't messaged him first. His texts were short, but sweet in a way, making sure you knew you were on his mind and he couldn't wait to see you again. You'd sent him some messages as well, but aimed to keep things light.

The intensity in your last conversation before you dropped him off after dinner with your parents had scared you. How could you feel so much for him after such a short amount of time? He'd kissed you and pulled your body against his before he'd left your car, but the gesture hadn't done much to settle your doubts. The weekend apart was what had really helped, you'd cleared your head and pushed your feelings back. You felt confident that seeing him in class Monday was going to be exciting but wouldn't get your head messed up again.

Getting ready for class the next day you threw on your jeans, messy bun and t-shirt then made your usual dash across campus. Thankfully you walked into class with several minutes to spare, but were disappointed to see John completely surrounded by other students already. You quickly shook off the thought and grabbed an empty seat before Professor Long had the chance to call you out for being on time and still holding up class.

Class went slowly with you fighting every instinct to turn your head and stare at him, was he looking your way? She explained that next week on Wednesday you'd begin your presentations and she would randomly select the order. You'd completely forgotten that you'd have to get up in front of everyone and explain how you'd approached the project. You hated the idea of revealing John's worst moments, and you didn't want him to call out yours either. You made a mental note to text him about what you were both comfortable presenting.

Suddenly your phone vibrated in your pocket, everyone was turned around talking to people and the professor wasn't talking so you slipped it out into your hand.

"Come over tonight and we'll figure out our presentation, 6? I'll order food." You smiled at John's message.

"Anything I should bring?"

"Just yourself, and wear sexy underwear." Your heart picked up the pace at his bold request.

"How sexy?"

"The sexiest you have and maybe you should rethink those jeans. I like you in a skirt much better Y/N." You turned to look at him now, he was smiling and you could almost hear the laugh as he turned his eyes to you with interest. You paused, could you really send the text you'd just typed into your phone? What if it offended him? You took the chance, hoping that if he wasn't into the game he'd just tell you.

"Yes, Daddy." You hit send, turning to front not wanting to see his face when he read it, then instantly changed your mind and turned back toward his seat. He was reading the message with a wicked smile curving his full lips.

"Good girl, don't be late, or else." Your own grin pulled your lips apart, teeth nibbling into your bottom lip as you watched him tuck his phone away and turn back to the professor who was talking again. You did the same feeling the butterflies roll in your stomach and between your thighs.

Later that evening as you walked to his dorm, you still felt the soft flutter in your stomach. He'd been quiet the rest of the day, and you hadn't broken the silence either. You'd definitely changed from the jeans and messy bun, replacing the outfit with a casual blue dress that complimented your curves and fell several long inches above your knees. Your hair was down and glossy around your shoulders but you'd thought to pack a scrunchie tossing it into your bag at the last minute before you walked out of the room.

Moments later you found yourself standing in front of his door, hand lifting to knock when it swung open slowly and you saw John. He looked so relaxed in his red tank top and gray sweats and you tried not to let your gaze fall straight down. He reached out taking you by the wrist and pulled you into his room, the softness of his touch at your pulse point raising a blush across your cheeks.