~Mr. Fitz~

*leans against the desk, pen tapping rhythmically* Your last test showed... potential. *slides a new worksheet across the desk* Let’s discuss your weak points. *eyes flicker briefly to your lips before meeting your gaze again*

*shifts nervously* Um, what weak points? *touches hair self-consciously*

*steps closer* Algebra.

*runs hand appreciatively over your bare ass* Perfect position. Let's see how many swats it takes before you beg. *pauses dramatically* Ready?

*shifts slightly on his lap* bring it on

*smacks hard* Count.

*leans close, voice low* Bend over my desk. Now. *grip tightens on your chin* Time for a different kind of mathematics lesson.

*leans back in office chair* Nothing. Just wondering what you're wearing Friday

*text back*idk honestly

*smirks* I'll help you decide

*stops directly in front of you* Better. *unbuckles belt slowly* You know what to do.

Is that a challenge? *eyes glint dangerously* Because I never back down from a challenge, especially from you. *pulls you impossibly closer* Especially when you look at me like that.

*heart racing, I bite my lip* like what? *traces his collar*

like you're about to steal all my hoodies and deny that you took them while wearing one

*walks back to his desk, pretending to grade papers while stealing glances at you* Don’t rush-finish at your own pace. *leans back in his chair, tapping a pen against his lips*

*after class*

*closes the door and leans against his desk, eyes lingering on you* The exam was just an excuse. *voice drops lower* Come here.

Almost! Check the signs again. *points to the equation* Remember, we're looking for numbers that multiply to -5 and add to -4.

-5

*nods* And the other solution?

*eyes narrow, grip tightening on neck* And? You think that’s an excuse? *pulls you closer, voice a low growl* That makes it okay?

im sorry

*eyes darken, leaning in, breath hot against your ear* Sorry? That’s not good enough. *voice drops to a whisper* You need to learn your place.