YES YES YES YES PLEASE - Tumblr Posts
I don't normally post fics on Tumblr but I did a thing.
This started based on a post by: @neveryxumind
I didn't want to reblog this from their original post to not clog up their timeline.
Please enjoy this suggestive one shot and I will fix any spelling and grammar errors as I find them. I wrote this on my lunch break ☠
Maybe there will be a part 2?
Warnings: NSFW, Cursing and Mildly Sexually Suggestive.
Prompt: You sent Larissa a nude photo by mistake.
"Oh, no." You stare down at your phone within your trembling hands. "Oh, no, no, no."
Staring back at you was a photo of yourself leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Sat atop a chair topless, with your legs spread and a hand covering your most intimate of places. It was tasteful, it was beautiful, it was now in your boss's inbox. Frantically, you tapped at the screen flipping your phone to airplane mode in an attempt to delete the message in time. Much to your dismay, the blue icon popped up beside the message the moment you'd tapped the airplane icon.
You slumped to the ground in defeat, knowing today would be your last day as a Nevermore teaching assistant. Not only would you have to change jobs but possibly your name, maybe even flee the country from pure embarrassment. It was bad enough that you'd sent the message to your boss but even worse that you had a huge crush on Principal Weems. Since the moment you'd seen the statuesque beauty that was Larissa Weems, you'd become nothing more than a simpering mess.
But who wouldn't if their boss was a 6'4", blonde hair, blue eyed goddess?
Meetings with her were torturous as you trained your eyes on anything but her alluring red lips or well defined backside. It was brutish of you to objectify her, but Larissa's mind was as beautiful as her body. She was quick witted, playful and passionate about the Academy and its students, which made you fall quickly for her. Though, you'd never found the courage to tell her and now, you never could.
After minutes or possibly hours of silking, you pulled yourself off the floor, disabling airplane mode. A moment later the inevitable happened and your heart sank to the Earth's core.
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Principal Weems
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Please, see me in my office, immediately.
Cursing under your breath, you slipped on your shoes and began the agonizing walk to the Principal's office. The moonlight glittered through the large stained glass windows as you trudged through the halls of the staffing building. The large staircase leads you out the door, across the quad and into the main building only to take one final staircase to the looming double doors. Had they always been this, grand? Taking a moment, you studied the intricate designs one last time before knocking against it. A moment later a smooth voice carried through the door.
"Enter."
On unstable legs, you pushed open the double doors, swallowing the lump in your throat. You hadn't heard the doors click shut for the only sound that permeated through your ear drums was a thundering heart. Before you stood the very vixen herself in not her signature long coat and skirt but a red bodycon dress. The shade matched her lipstick perfectly, nearly melting you in place.
Your eyes wandered the peaks and valleys of her figure mapping each with a practiced elegance. If this was the last time you'd be seeing her, you might as well paint a full mental image.
"Please have a seat." She gestured to the chair across from her desk.
It wasn't until she had spoken that you realized you had yet to step forward. Hesitantly, you took your place, hands folded nervously into your lap. She hadn't met your gaze, only plucked a bottle of wine from a hidden cabinet and popped the cork.
"Do you know why I called you in here?" She asked, placing two empty wine glasses onto the silver platter.
"Because I accidentally sent you a nude photograph." You manage to sputter out, causing her to stop mid-pour.
"Accidentally?" She questioned in an oddly soft tone.
"I shouldn't have sent you that photo, let alone taken it on school grounds." You begin, holding back the shake in your voice.
"I wasn't the intended recipient of said photo?" She asked, placing the chilled bottle onto the platter.
"I-I like to take them to feel better about myself. I don't take them for any other reason and I always lock my door when doing so."
"I see." She said coldly, stepping around her desk to take a seat in her chair. "Accidents do happen and please be sure it does not happen again."
"T-that's it?" You ask with a dejected laugh, forcing yourself to finally look at her. "I'm not fired or being punished?"
"Do you wish to be?" She asked, her eyes growing dark as you shift in your chair.
You can't help but yelp at the double entendre, cursing yourself for doing so. Clearly, she hadn't meant it in that way, merely giving you the option to be spared the embarrassment from your fellow staff members. But the longer she watched you the further the tendrils of desire twisted within you.
"I will ask you once more and then we can never speak of this again." She stood, using her hands to nearly crawl over the desk, lowering herself to your eyeliner. "Do you wish to be punished?"
Maybe it was foolish. Brash even. But in this moment two singular words escaped you.
"Yes, mistress."