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Tiny Dancer (Teacher! Godot x Reader)

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I sat on the auditorium stage, stretching for dance class. A few friends of mine: Trucy, her brother Apollo, Maya, and Iris were stretching with me. We were all talking about random stuff until Iris spoke, "I don't know if you heard but I think we're going to have a substitute teacher until the dance show." I tilted my head, "What do you mean?" She smiled, "Apparently, Ms. (T/n) is in the hospital. She'll be there for a good two months. However, I also heard that the substitute is a man."

Trucy spoke up, "Do you think he's cute?" Before anyone could answer her, the auditorium door opened. I looked over to see a man walking in. His hair was white, but his facial hair was brown. His skin was tanned. He also wore a strange looking visor over his eyes. And even though his hair was white, he looked relatively young.

Early 30's maybe?

Either way, he was pretty good looking. I was 18, so I could dream all I wanted. I watched him walk up the stairs and onto the center of the stage. He spoke, "I am Mr. Armando. Your teacher is going to be out for two months, so I'll be here until she comes back. Now, I need to take roll." His voice was deep and smooth, with a bit of a rumble. I started to zone out and daydream. Suddenly, I was brought out of my daydream when I heard, "(-/n)? (Y/n) (L/n)?" I blushed in embarrassment, "Here, sir!" He looked at me for a few seconds longer before continuing.

Soon after, he finished taking roll. He spoke, "Now, it says here that we need to run through the group dances for the show. So group #1, hurry it up. My coffee's getting cold over here." Group #1 was Trucy, Maya, Iris, Ema, and I. We grabbed our chair props from the stage wings and set them on stage before getting into our starting poses.

During the dance, I made eye contact with Mr. Armando a few times. I became so flustered that I almost missed my cue. After our dance, the other groups went over theirs with no problems. Then, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Luckily, dance was my last class. Just as I grabbed my bag to get changed, Mr. Armando stopped me, "I need to talk with you. Everyone else, you can go."

I tensed up a bit. Was I in trouble or something? He led me to one of the empty dressing rooms. I walked in first and he shut the door behind us. I saw my reflection in the mirror and noticed how sweaty I looked. My black spandex shorts and tank top really didn't help my sweating. I spoke quietly, "What did you need to talk with me about, sir?" He chuckled, "You aren't in trouble. Don't worry, kitten." I blushed a bright red. He continued, "This may be wrong of me, but you're gorgeous. You remind me of someone I used to know."

I spoke, "G-Gorgeous? Thank you sir, but I'm not that great." He smirked, "Then how about I show you? By the way, call me Diego." Before I could speak, he lifted me by the waist and sat me on the counter. Suddenly, he kissed me. I could taste coffee on his lips. I tangled my hands in his hair, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He pulled away from my lips and started planting kisses on my jawline and neck. I let out a breathy moan as he started to suck on my neck.

I could feel him smirking. A few minutes he pulled away. I took a deep breath to clear my head. I looked in the mirror. The right side of my neck had three noticeable hickeys. He grabbed a stray pen and wrote something on my hand before walking out. I turned my hand over to see what he wrote and smiled.

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