A/N: Cairo x Reader
part three...
we're back again
here we go
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Cairo's POV:
I notice her eyes glance between mines as she reaches for the cup, she takes it and offers a short smile, not saying anything for a moment. I narrow my eyes as I head over to my desk, setting my bag on my desk and leaning on my desk as I cross my arms, waiting for her to take a sip yet she doesn't. She stares at the cup.
"Did I get the wrong thing?" I inquire, tilting my head to the right as I watch her eyes move to meet mines, she shakes her head and offers a short smile, grinning for a quick moment. She takes a sip, hums, takes another sip then a longer sip. I grin, watching intently, taking a sip of mines as I attempt to hide my developing smirk.
"That tastes really good, where'd you get it from?" She asks me, glancing over at me as she goes back to typing away on her laptop. I shrug.
"Canteen. Must've been able to get an upgrade." I answer in reply, noticing her hum softly as she continues to take sips of her drink. I decide to read, waiting for the special surprise in her drink to settle in and begin to work it's magic. It should start in 30 minutes, a literal minute before class begins.
This... is payback, Miss, for always making me feel so needy in class and having to put up with it.
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Y/n's POV:
I welcome everybody into class, greeting every person and asking how they are, heading over to my desk and adjusting in my seat. Noticing the bulge in my pants, I immediately feel myself fill with embarrassment and sigh.
"All right, so, I'm feeling a little sick today." I announce, sitting tall in my chair and adjusting in my seat, clearing my throat as every dirty thought begins to wonder in my mind and I notice my bulge getting bigger in my pants. I immediately force my eyes shut, itching my eyes and clear my throat. "So, there won't be as much work to do which I'm sure you are all happy to hear about." I comment, hearing a few people laugh. "So, last time we were discussing the poetical love you have and how the obsession of your first novel can affect you. But today, we're going to be discussing the imperfectness of a novel. Now can someone tell me what you think that actually means?" I ask, glancing around the class.
"Embracing the mess of your story." Someone answers, I nod.
"Could be."
"The frustration of getting it wrong and trying to make the imperfections of the story actually seem more beautiful?" Someone else guesses, I nod.
"Definitely could be. Any other opinion?" I ask, I notice Cairo put her hand up and I immediately exhale softly and nod. Taking in her outfit and noticing her move her hand down and drag her hand down her other arm.
"There's beauty in messiness. Allow your character to be messy, they don't need to be perfect. Embrace the misremembering. Makes the character more authentic and can forshadow possible things that you weren't expecting your character to have, like possible schizophrenia, dissociation, and more." Cairo answers, more character-based than the rest. I nod.
"It's a collective of all of those answers, yes. So, let's get into why there's beauty in messiness, as Miss Sweet said." I begin, attempting to power through the lesson and ignoring the raging bulge I have in my pants right now.
I watch as they all begin to discuss, causing an argument to happen between two people, going back-and-forth. I notice Cairo walk over and I move closer to the desk, hiding my bulge.
"Yes, Miss Sweet?" I ask, glancing between her eyes, waiting for her to ask what she so desperately wants.
"I was just wondering if everything is okay? You don't look so good." Cairo comments, reaching her hand over and resting the back of her hand against my forehead, she flips her hand, I immediately bite back a moan—
Stop. Stop, don't you dare. Not to anyone. It's your own problem.
"Y—Yes. Yes, I'm fine." I answer, softly. "Actually, I need to go to the bathroom, will you excuse me?" I question, she nods, going to turn around and I quickly get up and rush to the nearest bathroom once I'm out of class. I manage to make it to the teacher's bathroom, going in and locking the door.
Fucking hate that I'm having to do this.
I unbuckle my belt, moving the zipper down, unbuttoning the button and moving my hands into my pants; I begin to stroke, forcing my eyes shut, trying to get this ridiculous thing over and done with.
How the fuck did this even happen?
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I open the door from the teacher's bathroom and I see Cairo, causing me to jump. Getting a fright while I buckle my belt back on, adjusting and noticing her begin to smile.
"You okay? I got voted to come check on you." Cairo informs me, I nod and offer a short smile, walking around her and heading back to class. She follows after me, not asking me anything else. "You sure you're okay?" She asks, I turn and she stops, I move my hand on the other side of the wall, sighing as I stare into her eyes. I notice her eyes meet mines, staring into mines, her hesd slightly tilted and a slight grin on her face.
"I would rather we don't discuss this, Miss Sweet. Now, you didn't need to check up on me, okay? I'm grown, so, go back inside and I will be there in a minute." I explain to her, trying to sound firm with her. I remove my hand from the wall and move out of her way.
"I thought I was helping." She responds, her shoulders falling in disappointment.
"I'm fine." I state, resting my hands on my waist. "Now go inside."
"Fine." She responds, heading toward the door. "Your zipper's down by the way." She adds, sounding angry at me and slamming the door behind herself. I let my shoulders fall, zipping it up and shaking my head. The door opens again and I see everyone leaving, I see Cairo clutching onto her bag.
"What'd you say to them?" I inquire, noticing her glare at me and move past me, glancing back as she moves her bag straps over her shoulders.
"That you don't need anyone's help and you're very independent. So have fun teaching no one but yourself." She responds, walking away from me. I sigh, shaking my head and heading back inside, taking a sip and sitting down, noticing that the bulge is fucking back and larger then ever. I hit the desk, resting my hands on my forehead, shaking my head.
"Fuck sake." I mutter, trying to calm myself down.
Today's a fucking fuck-fest with a mix of a piece of shit being shitted on.
*****
Cairo's POV:
I notice a knock on the table as I'm sitting in the library, doing my school work. I'd normally sit in Y/n's classroom but since that's become an absolute bust - for the moment - I am having to study in the library. Right up at the back, hoping no one comes this far back here.
I look to see Y/n, she sets down a plastic container that has her meatball special, a fork on top. I look over at her.
"Peace offering?" She asks me, I look at the container again, moving it close to me and shrugging.
"I guess."
"Will you start showing up to my classes now?" She inquires, raising her eyebrow and lowering her head. I debate it for a moment, not having been to her class in a week in a half.
"I suppose." I answer, standing up and packing everything into my bag. I look over at her, seeing her looking at me. "What?" I ask, turning my body toward her, my body practically against hers. Our eyes meet, my stomach flutters, my heart beats rapidly.
"Nothin'." She responds, softly, gently, her gaze softening the more she looks at me. "I'm just excited to have you in my class, I'm sorry for being so disregarding of your offering." She apologises, resting her hand over her heart. "It was a shit day, I was an asshole." She admits, I let my shoulders drop.
"You weren't, I just..." I sigh, facing away from her, fiddling with ring. "Everyone disregards me for my age and doesn't listen when I offer help, and to have that from a teacher I admire, it..." I pretend to hesitate, her shoulders dropping as I notice her eyes glance between mines repeatedly. "it hurt." I say, softly, blinking away my tears anr looking down, my bottom lip quivering as I hold back my tears.
"Hey, hey, hey," She whispers, resting her hands on my shoulders, rubbing my shoulders, dragging her hands along my shoulders, down my bicep and back up as I cry. I notice her pull me in for a hug, rubbing my back before pulling away and offering me a tissue. "here, take this." She says, in a gentle, sweet whisper. I take it from her and struggle to wipe my tears so she cups my chin, tilting my head up and wiping them away for me. I glance between her eyes, melting into her touch.
"This feels nice, t—thank you." I thank her, resting my hand on her wrist, looking at her through my lashes. She shrugs, dismissing it and continuing to wipe my tears away for me, stepping back and removing her hand from my chin.
"Why don't you go home and rest? It might be good for you, you can come back tomorrow and I will help you catch up in what you have missed." Y/n assures me, offering me a short smile as she finds a bin and puts the tissue in the bin. I nod.
"I can come by yours." I offer, boldly, noticing her eyes meet mine, wiping more tears, I notice her hesitate.
"My flat's a bit of a mess, how about before school? I'll even bring the coffee this time." She offers, it's not exactly what I want but thr thought of her possibly fucking me on her desk excites me a lot more than I care to admit so I nod my head.
"Deal." I answer, taking the container and offering a short smile. "Thank you." I say, lifting the container closer to me and smile shortly, her returning the smile and I walk away, slowly smiling.
I'm so glad I know how to produce fake tears...
*****
I arrive at school, heading immediately over to Y/n's classroom. I'm wearing a black skirt with a blue hoodie, I managed to learn how to layer my hair and I'm getting quicker at it, so I'm improving.
I have to keep looking beautiful if I want to impress Y/n. I need to impress Y/n. I need too. If I want her so desperately, I need too. I had a dream last night, it felt so real...
FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT
I start falling asleep, feeling myself melt more into my pillow as I snuggle more into my covers. I slowly drift off to sleep, grinning as I think about the things me and Y/n can do once we're finally together.
I wake up, getting ready and heading to school, I get some coffee for me and Y/n and when I arrive at school and go into Y/n's classroom. She sighs contently, standing up and walking in front of me. I smile widely, blushing as I step back, her walking toward me, every step I take backwards, she takes forward.
"I missed you so much, Cairo." She whispers to me, glancing between my eyes with a certain neediness in her voice that makes me so desperate for her.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, love, come here." She wraps her arm around me, shutting and locking the door while my back rests against the door and her body presses against mines. She lowers herself to be eye-level with me, intimidating me and also turning me on slightly.
"I got you coffee."
"With what this time? More viagra?"
"You loved it, plus, you looked so hot." I whisper, leaning in and kissing her, desperately, she kisses me back, taking both coffees and pulling away.
She sets them down on her desk and I follow after her, enticed by everything about her. She sits down, patting her knee. I smile, sitting on her knee, my legs on either side of her as I feel her hand rest on my waist, she kisses my head and traces random shapes on my waist. I feel myslef pulsing on her thigh, trying to hide it, subtly moving on her but it fails miserably.
"What're you doing, my love?" She inquires, marking a paper and I realise that it's mine. I grin, noticing her write praises on the side that makes my heart do backflips.
"N—Nothing." I dismiss, feeling her hand move around me, my back resting against her chest as I lean back into her. I feel myself starting to grind against her thigh, subtly, gripping onto her t-shirt. "Hmm, please." I plead, hoping she does something. She chuckles lowly.
"So pathetic, Cairo." She whispers, running a hand through my hair, I melt into her touch, tilting my head back onto her shoulder. She places a kiss on my forehead, making me blush before I notice her eyes fill with fury. "Where are my hickey's?" She asks, gripping my chin and tilting my head left-to-right, inspecting my neck.
"I covered them, aren't you proud of me?" I ask, teasingly, knowing for a fact she won't be proud. She always wants me to be covered in her hickey's and I love it, I love teasing her, the punishment I get afterwards, the aftercare. I love it all. She makes me so obsessive.
"Who said that was okay?" She asks, staring into my eyes. I go to try to answer but she shakes her head. "We've talked about this, my love, don't... hide... your... hickey's." She states, placing gentle kisses on my face between each word. I melt into her touch, whining. "What're you whining about now?" She asks, placing a gentle, short kiss on my lips that I return.
"More." I say, straddling her lap, facing her and puckering my lips. She pecks my lips, rubbing my back, I snuggle into her neck, as she continues to mark my paper. "Am I doing good?" I ask, hoping I am. I always try extra hard to impress Y/n.
"Yes, you're doing good. No need for punishments this time." She whispers in my ear, I giggle, blushing and resting my head on her shoulder; I melt against her touch, feeling so comforted by her warmth, I can't wait to do this whenever I want once I'm done with this year.
"Baby." I say, tugging on her shirt as I lean back and notice her continue to focus, I tilt her head to face me and I grab her hand, directing her hand lower and lower, letting her feel how wet I am for her.
"And here I thought last night was enough for you." She states, shaking her head and moving my pants to the side, I whimpering at the cold hair, raising my hips toward her hand. She kisses me and I kiss her back, feeling her touch me, I'm immediately a moaning mess, whimpering and grinding into her fingers; she continues to mark as she pleasures me with her fingers and I grip onto her shoulder, adjusting, whimpering, clinging onto her.
"Y—Y/n— Fuck, please." I say, wanting her attention but of course she doesn't, she focuses on marking and continues to thrust her fingers into me, moving faster then slower, taking her time then speeding up again, bringing me closer to the edge.
I wake up, moaning and feeling myself cum on my fingers as I arch my back, finally opening my eyes and beginning to wake up.
What the fuck just happened?
END OF FLASHBACK
I can't stop thinking about it, it's so hot. The dream keeps replaying in my mind so much that I can't help but get more and more turned on the more I think about it.
I really hope the dream becomes a reality...
I knock on her door, hearing her call me in. I open the door, seeing her get off of her chair and pick up a coffee cup; I immediately begin to smile, shutting the door behind me.
"Are you ready, Miss Sweet?" Y/n asks me, walking over toward me. She has a black tie on with a white long sleeved shirt, her sleeves rolled up to just past her elbows. I nod, looking into her beautiful eyes and hesitate to speak at first.
"Yes, Miss L/n." I respond, batting my eyelashes at her and staring into her eyes through my eyelashes.
This might get interesting now...
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I know this is shorter than the others but I'm leaving this to you, my beautiful loves x
Do Cairo and Y/n get together or not? The choice... is all yours.
Mwah x