After Class - Candy/Rayan
I think I’m becoming obsessed with Rayan send help lmao
Definitely DO NOT read further if you don’t want to see the Candy/Rayan pairing.
Moderately NSFW (and edited super quick so I apologise for any mistakes!)
His eyes find mine in the crowd of students, holding them as he finishes the lecture and dismisses the class. When he finally looks away, I let out the breath I was holding in a long exhale, the butterflies in my stomach flittering relentlessly.
This has been going on for weeks. The long gazes, the awkward interactions, the way my heart thumps against my chest whenever anyone mentions his name.
I know I’m not the only one to have thought of Rayan Zaidi like this. His name is on the lips of every girl on campus, and it’d take a moron not to understand why. His tanned, olive skin. His piercing eyes… god, it’s enough to make any girl weak at the knees.
But I know it’s wrong. He’s my Professor. We’re on two completely different scales in this University, ones that can’t collide in the way I’m imagining them.
And I just can’t help myself. From imagining him, I mean. From imagining those strong hands on my body, those lips against my skin, I…
It’s hot today. He’s not wearing his jacket, and I can see the swirling ink of a hidden tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. I bite down on my lip. Somehow, that only seems to make me want him more.
I don’t remember walking down the steps, but before I realise what I’m doing, I’m standing right in front of him.
He looks up as I approach, his green eyes filled with the familiar warmth that he always holds for me. It makes my heart thump and my face flush, seeing the way he looks at me, trying to decipher the glint in his eye.
“Candy,” he smiles, his voice low as he folds his arms across his chest, turning his full attention on me. “I hope you were paying attention. I saw you and Chani giggling in your seats together. Did you see something you like?”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at his boldness, letting an easy smile pull at my lips.
“Actually, we were commenting on how particularly disheveled your hair is today and wondering what does he do in the mornings to make it look so effortless,”
He lets out a low chuckle, and I bite down on my lip, feeling the heat in my cheeks as the sound hits me.
It always starts like this. The banter, the subtle flirtation. Until one of us says something a little too forward, and we’re awkwardly scrambling to back out of a dangerous situation. The last of the students file out of the auditorium, and I catch his eyes flick towards the door.
“And, did you figure it out?” He asks, fixing me with those piercing eyes.
“I have an idea…” I say, desperately trying to push away the thought of him in bed, alone, and the kinds of things he might do there.
His mouth opens, but he doesn’t say anything, and I clear my throat awkwardly.
“Can I talk to you about the art project?” I ask dumbly in my attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Dangerous, I tell myself. You know this can’t happen. It would jeopardise everything you’ve worked for these past few years.
“Sure, I just have to get my notes ready for the next class,” he says, unfolding his arms and grabbing a few folders off his desk.
I mentally slap myself. Of course I’m wasting his time.
“I can come back later,” I say, attempting a casual tone to mask my disappointment.
”Don’t be silly,” he says with a careless smile, and I’m melting again. “What did you want to know?”
He heads towards the small office room adjoining the auditorium, indicating for me to follow him. We enter and he shuffles around the small desk in the middle of the room, organising his folders and various papers. I shut the door behind me and glance around nervously, fishing for something to say.
Because the truth is, I don’t need help with the project. In fact, I’ve almost finished it.
“Um… so I was wondering if you had any tips on…” I struggle with the words, scanning my brain for some kind of excuse to be here, but coming up short.
Rayan stops what he’s doing and fixes me with a pointed stare, and I feel myself shy under his gaze. He’s always so confident, so sure of himself, and here I am like a goddamn bumbling idiot.
“Candy, you’re a great student. I know you’re not struggling with the project,” He says in a low voice, his dark eyebrows dipping. “What do you really want to talk to me about?”
“Oh…” I say, feeling a little deflated. Why had I come to speak to him? Did I really plan to ask him about the art project or… or is it just to be closer to him. To stay in his presence for even a minute longer then his classes allow.
He shuffles around the desk towards me, and his hand on my arm forces me back into myself. “Are you okay?”
I’m not fine. And the crack in my voice gives away how painfully obvious that is. Because I have to concentrate so hard on even functioning normally around him. If I don’t, I’d be nothing more then a crumbling mess at his feet. As it is, I can barely even meet his eyes, afraid of what I’ll find there.
“I should go,” I say, and he drops his arm quickly, but neither of us move beyond that.
“I have something that might help,” he says softly, and when I look at him next he’s rummaging through a small bookshelf, moving the various items aside until he finds what he’s looking for.
“Here,” he says, coming back and holding a worn book on renaissance art out to me. “You’ll find some answers in there.”
But not the answers I need.
I don’t take the book, quite unable to move, and entirely unsure what to do with myself. I want to leave. I want to run away from him, and whatever this thing is between us, but my feet won’t let me.
He takes a few steps towards me, until he’s right upon me, and presses the book into my hands. His hand brushes my skin, and my lips part at the contact that sends a ripple of longing through me.
“Candy… we can’t,” Rayan says softly, finally putting a voice to the situation. And I see it then. I see in his eyes… he’s struggling too.
I take in a deep breath, my throat tight, and clutch the book against me like it’s my only life raft in this dangerous sea I’m drowning in.
My voice comes out tight, choking on the words I understand, but don’t want to say. And still, neither of us move.
I can feel his eyes on my face, but I’m too scared to look at him. Afraid that if I do, whatever spell we’re under will be broken, and the moment will end.
The book drops from my hands with a thud. Forgotten on the floor. I can’t stop myself as my fingertips trail over his bare arm and his muscles tighten under my touch. Like he’s trying to hold himself back.
And god, my skin is so hot under my clothes, it’s stifling. I can’t take it anymore.
And I want his hands on me so bad.
I need to know what he tastes like.
I know he sees this on my face, in the way I’m biting down on my lower lip, and the way my eyes grow heavy. His eyes squeeze shut against it, warding off whatever he’s trying desperately not to feel.
“You’re my student… this can’t happen,”
His voice is soft but his eyes turn hard and the bitter taste of rejection coats my mouth. My hand drops, and a spiteful laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it, more at my own stupidity then his hesitation.
Of course he doesn’t want you, he has any number of girls lined up for him.
What’s so special about you.
“This isn’t about you, I have a responsibility as your teacher. You have to understand,”
His voice wavers, and I wonder who exactly he’s trying to convince. If I’m being honest with myself, he looks torn, but I’m so blind to it that I don’t care. My pride has taken a beating.
“Whatever you say, Mr Zaidi,” I straighten my shoulders, hardening my voice. I don’t even have to force my feet to move this time. They’re ready to escape.
I bolt for the exit, but he grabs me by the elbow and hauls me back against him, his grip like iron as he stares me down.
“Don’t give me that shit,” He growls through gritted teeth, his green eyes more alive then I’d ever seen them. I inhale sharply, taking in the sudden rage in his eyes. “Do you really think you can blink those doe eyes of yours and get whatever you want?”
“Oh, go fuck yourself,” I hiss, feeling the sting of tears overcoming my rage as my flight reflexes kick in. Pulling my arm from his grip, I whip around and head straight for the door. My fingers land on the handle, only a second before a growl rips from Rayans throat behind me and he slams a hand against the door to keep it shut, right beside my face.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” His voice is ragged in my ear. “Do you think about me as much as I think about you?”
His lips linger over my neck, his uneven breath warm against my skin. I gasp when his hands snake over my waist, tightening on me, and oh god, he has me coming undone…
“Rayan…” my voice comes out in a breath, and whatever leash he had on himself snaps with a low growl and the feeling of his lips against my neck. I bite down on my lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape.
I’ve barely turned around to face him, when suddenly his hand is under my chin and his lips crash down on mine, pushing me back against the door behind me. I let out a whimper as the feeling of him overcomes me and my skin turns electric under his touch.
So he does want this, I think to myself, smiling against his lips. He takes advantage of the position to flick his tongue against mine, tasting me, and I feel him give in completely. His hand fists itself in my long hair and I melt against him, letting him nudge me towards the desk in the centre of the room, my lips never leaving his.
My backside hits wood and he lifts me a little to set me on top of the desk, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips across my jaw and down my neck instead. My skin buzzes, and I let out a little gasp as his hands trail past my skirt and over the skin of my thighs.
I use my legs to pull him against me, bucking my hips against him and feeling him, hard and tempting, and it’s enough to make me lose my goddamn mind. A low moan escapes him and he lets his head fall against my shoulder, breathing hard, his eyes shut tight.
He sounds so tortured that something in my heart breaks. My fingers find their way to the back of his neck, rubbing gently, and he lets out a low groan. And god, I want to stay here forever, with my lips swollen from his kisses and his arms circling around me. I wanted this so much I almost can’t believe it’s happening.
It takes all of three seconds before his lips are against my shoulder, working their way to that sweet spot in the crook of my neck where I all but lose myself. My eye flitter closed, and all the heat in my body pools to the spot between my legs that is slick with the overwhelming feeling of needing him against me. His fingers dip lower, brushing against the spot that’s begging for his touch. I shudder, letting him catch my gasp of pleasure with his lips.
“Mr Zaidi?” A knock on the door has me pulling away from him, my eyes shooting to the silver handle. “Are you in there?”
Shit. I’d recognise that voice anywhere.
“Just a minute!” Rayan calls out to her, pushing himself away from the desk and running a hand through his hair to tidy it.
The handle jiggles, and I give silent thanks that it’s locked. We’d be royally screwed otherwise.
“We’re going to be late for the faculty meeting. I’m sitting in to take notes, remember?”
Melody’s voice sounds insistent, but Rayan doesn’t look like he’s listening to a word she’s saying, his eyes are locked on mine.
All we can do is stare at each other, breathing hard, and I see my emotions mirrored in his eyes. Longing. Fear. Confusion.
He breaks the look first, backing away to unlock and open the door only enough to slip out before closing it behind him.
“Melody, Hi,” His voice sounds from the other side of the door. Clear and unwavering. “Walk with me,”
I wait a few minutes, listening to their footsteps melt away until there’s no sound anymore, and let out a long breath.
I lean my head back and close my eyes, attempting to steady my breathing and slow my heartbeat
What would have happened if Melody hadn’t interrupted? What did I want to happen? I could feel it even now. God I want him so bad. And now I know the feelings mutual.
I let my eyes flitter open as I think about it, wondering if he-
Wait, is that a security camera on the wall?
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