Hello everyone! I hope you guys are okay.
Long time no see.
I was dying to make a teacher one shot and I finally did it.
Warnings: CNC, toxic behavior, public sex.
Being a student at UCLA wasn't easy, you had to deal with lots of homework and projects on a daily basis that consumed most of your energy and time of the day, you barely had time to hang out with your friends or do stuff that you like. The only good thing about it was that you were studying for your dream career—at least that's what you always told yourself to stay positive.
You decided to take some different classes this semester, you were really interested in writing, it was your favorite hobby and hopefully you would turn out to be a good writer someday, that's why you decided to take "Introduction to Script Writing" this semester.
You couldn't help but have the biggest crush on your professor, everyone did apparently. You couldn't understand why you were so attracted to him, maybe it was because how passionate he was about theater or how tall and handsome he was. You always got distracted by his hands making movements while he talked and by the way his voice echoed on the room, it was like music to your ears.
He was very impressed with your paperwork and your style of writing—he thought you were the best student on his class, that's why he offered you an internship with him. You were taken by surprised when he mention it after class last week and you obviously accepted his offer. You were so happy and grateful, you thought this could actually help you become a better writer and get an insight perspective of how plays and theater stuff worked.
At the beginning it wasn't as excited as you thought, he gave you boring school tasks, like to help him grade some essays and script exercises of your fellow classmates, also he would always let you use his office to do so but the two of you were never there at the same, deep inside you felt kind of disappointed because you wanted to spend more time with him somehow and get to know him better.
Today you received an email from him, saying that he wanted to meet you in his office at 3pm. You were so nervous about it, for a moment you thought he was going to fire you and you couldn't help but wondered what you did wrong.
Your best friend Josh met you at the cafeteria for lunch before your meeting with Professor Barber, you spent your time with him talking nonsense to keep you distracted from your anxious feeling, you've always lost track of time when you were having out with him, that's why you almost had a heart attack when you checked the time on your phone.
"Shit Shit Shit— I have to go" you said putting your sweater back on and grabbing your school bag.
"Yeez, relax its just 3:15 " he said
"But I have to walked half of the campus to get to his office, and I'm already late"
"Oh fuck you are right— it will be alright. Good luck" he said trying to calm you down.
"Thanks, I'll talk to you later" you said and stormed off the cafeteria.
You ran as fast as you could through the campus. When you finally got to the building you tried to think about a good excuse but you couldn't think of one, you walked fast to his office and opened the door.
Before you could say anything his voice interrupted your thoughts.
"You are late" he said without looking at you because he was fixated on the paperwork in front of him.
