× Day Dreams & Nightmares × R6 x Male!reader

Teacher's Pet (Kaid)

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Having a crush on a dude older than you is one thing. Having a crush on an older dude who's also a teacher while you're one of his male students? That's another thing. Unfortunately, that is the world I live in, crushing on my histories professor in my final year of college. I always caught myself staring at the Moroccan man, fascinated by not only his looks, but the way he managed to keep a crowd focused on him and his words. Also, he was hot.

What, it's true?

Currently, we we're getting a quiz passed back. My jaw dropped as I saw I actually got a 100% on it. I was so used to getting 70s or even 80s if I was lucky. I flipped through the paper, studying it and not finding a single mark until the very back. It was a simple note but I knew the handwriting well.

'See me after class. We need to talk'

Well, that's definitely not something you want to read on a school paper everyday. I looked up, waiting for Professor Fassi to look my way. Fortunately, he was already looking, a small smile lingering on his face. I immediately looked away, my face burning up as he continued the lesson.

Glancing up at the clock, I realized I only had five minutes of class left and my heart leaped to the throat. What if he thought I was cheating? Was I in trouble? What if I get suspended or pulled from the class?

It felt like an eternity before we were finally dismissed. I lingered behind the others, the worry evident in my wide eyes as I made way towards Professor Fassi.

"Y/n L/n. Average student gets his first 100 after almost flunking the previous quiz. What happened exactly?" Fassi asked, his voice stern, but there was something in his eyes that told me there was something else going on. The words stuck in my throat for a moment before I spoke.

"I-I just got a study partner to help me. I never did well studying on my own if you couldn't tell," I stammered, heart racing. "I promise I didn't cheat Professor."

At that, he glanced around before trapping me between him and the desk.

"Don't think I haven't see the looks you give me, L/n. You should know by now nothing escapes me," he murmured lowly, his face mere inches from mine. My face was a raging red, and I was much too stunned to say anything to him. I swallowed thickly, at a loss for words.

"Don't worry, it won't do anything to your grades. But, I think I'll pull you after class a bit more often," he said, his voice smug.

"So-so I'm not in trouble, Professor?" I asked quietly, my eyes wide. He clicked his tongue.

"Enough with the formalities. Just call me Jalal," he muttered before slamming his lips to mine. I gasped before returning it, a firework of emotions going off in the pit of my stomach. He quickly pulled away, too soon for my liking. He stared right into my eyes, searching for something. Whatever he found, he liked, showing by the large grin that spread across his face.

"I expect you in my class and office much more, L/n."

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Months go by and soon I'm graduating. I continued to see Jalal, albeit risky. We almost got caught a few times during the year. But it still didn't stop him. He made sure to let me know he really did love me and I made sure to return the gesture. After the ceremony ended and I finished talking to my family, I searched the crowd, finding a smiling Jalal waiting for me. I ran over to him, wrapping my arms around him. Nobody took notice to us.

"I'm so proud of you, eazizi (dear)," he murmured, holding me close. I looked at him, seeing the tears slipping down his face and couldn't help the ones that fell down mine. I found myself burying face into his shirt, letting the tears flow as he rubbed circles on my back.

"I-I don't know what I'm gonna do, J. I-I have my degree but I don't know where I'm gonna go, where I'm gonna work. I don't even know what I'm gonna do tomorrow now that I don't have classes," I rasped as I looked back up at him. He gave me a gentle smile, cupping his calloused hands around my face.

"Whatever you choose to do, I will be right behind you, okay? Don't think for a second I'm leaving you. Find a job around here, you can stay with me," Jalal said, pure adoration and love gleaming in his eyes. I could only nod my head, giving a Shakey smile as more tears spilled. He laughed, wiping them away before pulling me into a loving kiss.

I knew I was in good hands after that. He always took care of me and I always took care of him. He loved me, I loved him and we didn't care what people think.

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