Professor Pride Week 12
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Title: Professor Pride Week 12
Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader
Word Count: 1,261
Warnings: fluff
A/N: I know this is a little late, but NEVER FEAR! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
You thought Dwayne’s reaction to a coffee on his desk would change after all this time, but it never did. He always smiled at the coffee cup on his desk. You’d always look down at your laptop and smile to yourself. There was something about his smile that made it worth it every time.
When Pride set down his coffee, he stepped away from his desk, instantly gaining everyone’s attention. He always seemed to rub his hands together when he wanted to start class.
“Ah’m gonna give y’all your last assignment for the semester,” Pride announced to the class. “It’s a pretty simple task. Ah’m gonna give y’all the whole week to do it. Just in case you’re tryin’ta finish other class work.” He waited for the chatter to die down before continuing. “Ah want y’all to write a report on what’cha’ve learned ‘bout New Orleans. What have you experienced? Did somethin’ change your opinion ‘bout New Orleans? Would ya ever come back to New Orleans on your own? Why or why not? I think ya get the gist of it.”
There were a few questions afterwards, which Pride answered as best as he could. He watched as the rest of his class left in a hurry. You were always the last one to leave. He grabbed his briefcase off of his desk.
You padded up to his desk, joining him as the two of you left the classroom. “Does this mean I still get to come by on Friday for tutoring,” you asked, a playful smile on your lips.
Pride mimicked your smile, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “If ya want to, ah won’t complain.” He opened the door for you, exiting the room after you. “We’re gettin’ close to finals week. How are ya doin’ in your other classes?”
“My other classes are going surprisingly well,” you noted, looking up at Dwayne. “I’ve had bumps along the road, but I can say that I’ll be thankful when finals are over. I can smell winter break already.”
Pride nodded, opening another door for you so you could step through first. He always liked the way you would thank him. Even if it was just him opening a door for you. He lead you to the side of the sidewalk so the two of you wouldn’t be in anyone’s way.
“Ah’ll see ya on Friday [Y/N],” Pride smiled. He wanted to kiss you goodbye, but he knew he couldn’t. Not here. Instead he gave your shoulder a light squeeze. “Try and have a good week darlin’.”
“I’ll try,” you sighed.
As Dwayne walked away, you couldn’t help, but feel this yearning inside of you. You wished he would have kissed you, but you knew that he couldn’t. Public places were now your enemy when you were with the professor.
Thursday morning you leaped out of bed and got dressed rather quickly. Even if you didn’t have class that morning, you were going to see Dwayne anyway. You even grabbed him a cup of coffee as an added surprise. You practically danced your way to his office.
You knocked on the metal doorway, poking your head past the wooden door. You loved the surprised look on his face. His expression went from content to ecstatic in a matter of seconds. You shut the door behind you, setting your bag in one of the seats that sat in front of his desk. You sat on his desk, positioning yourself in front of Dwayne.
Pride took the cup from your hands, heat rushing to his ears. “Ah can’t believe ya came here this early in the mornin’. Don’t’cha need sleep [Y/N]?” Pride took a drink from his coffee, setting it aside.
You rested your hands on the surface of his desk, your legs on either side of his chair. “Yeah, but I can sleep all weekend if I want to,” you reasoned. “Plus, I felt like we missed out on something yesterday.”
The professor furrowed his eyebrows forward. He thought about what you said for a couple of seconds, remembering what happened yesterday. Pride closed his eyes briefly as he nodded his head slowly. “You too, huh?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, studying his reaction carefully. You reached forward with both hands, grabbing his jacket. You pulled him closer, his lips just centimeters from yours. You could tell his eyes were on your lips. You closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his. Your lips moved slowly with his. At some point Pride’s hands attached themselves to your waist, and yours rested on his broad shoulders.
A few minutes later, Pride pulled away because of his need for air, not because he wanted to. He kept his hands on your waist, his green eyes meeting your gaze. He noticed the way your eyes were darkened with desire. He was sure that his looked about the same.
Pride stood up from his chair, flattening his shirt against his chest as he took a deep breath. He could feel the warmness in his cheeks. “Ah wish ah could spend the day with ya, but ah can’t.” Pride pulled you off of his desk, putting a hand on the small of your back. “Ah can’t wait to see ya tomorrow [Y/N].”
“I’ll be on time, don’t you worry,” you spoke softly. You stood on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to Dwayne’s cheek. As you turned around to leave, Dwayne gave your ass a playful smack. You shot him a smirk over your shoulder as you grabbed your backpack.
Pride let out a breathy chuckle as you left his office. He couldn’t believe that you were his to kiss, to hold, to love. He felt incredibly lucky.
Tutoring always felt like a treat to you. Granted, you had to learn things and study, but spending time with Dwayne seemed to change the way you felt about tutoring.
“What’s so funny ‘bout the way ah say ‘who dat’,” Pride asked, his laughter making some of his words incoherent.
Your giggles subsided so you could answer. “It just sounds funny.” Your laughter kicked up again, bringing tears to your eyes. You didn’t know why, but when Dwayne said “who dat” it made you laugh.
Pride listened to the way you laughed. He found it adorable. There was nothing more magical than the sound of your laughter. He could listen to you laugh all day. Pride looked at you with absolute wonder and admiration, almost getting lost.
You caught Pride’s gaze, a small smile adorning your lips. “What? Is there something on my face,” you questioned, amusement evident in your voice.
“No,” Pride chuckled, a smile of his own lingering on his lips. “You’re just so beautiful [Y/N].”
Heat rushed to your cheeks as you moved a lock of hair behind your ear. “Thank you Dwayne,” you mumbled, your smile growing even wider.
Pride stood up when you did. He hadn’t even realized how late it was. He was supposed to meet his friend Jethro for a drink in an hour. He padded over to the door, grabbing your wrist. When you peered up at him, he leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
“Ah’ll text ya later, okay?” Pride opened the door for you, giving your hand a squeeze before you walked away.
The professor let out a content sigh, turning around to grab his coat. How could he focus when you were always on his mind? He was sure Jethro would notice how distracted he was the second they sat down for a beer.
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