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John Henry thought that Ariel hiring you to teach at the Hawthorne School was a stupid decision. Not because he believed that witches were less powerful than warlocks; no, he admitted that you were better than him at some things. It was because you were a witch and this was a school for warlocks. Really, couldn’t you just teach at Robichaux’s? But most of all, he looked down on Ariel’s hiring of you because he believed you were stupid.
Not stupid in the sense that you lacked talent or intelligence, per se, but that you said whatever was on your mind. John thought you couldn’t take anything seriously. You could make a joke out of anything and a smug look was plastered on your face wherever you went.
Not to mention that you were an arrogant show-off who wooed everyone with how masterfully you performed spells. Even when you didn’t know what you were doing or you made mistakes, you were always able to cover up your shortcomings to make whatever you did look effortless. John was amazed at how people couldn’t see that you were a bullshit artist. Hell, even Ariel was impressed with you and he hated witches.
But what really bothered John Henry was that plenty of warlocks genuinely liked you. Of course, some thought your bold sense of humor leaned towards indecency, yet most found it entertaining. Plus, he knew a few warlocks who had a crush on you. He couldn’t deny that you were attractive with your full lips and wide hips, but he was annoyed at how his colleagues forgot that looks weren’t everything.
His hatred for you ran both ways as you also viewed him as an insufferable prick. While he thought you treated everything like a joke, you thought he couldn’t take a joke. To him, everything had to be serious and follow the rules. John pointed out how your comments didn’t make logical sense and enjoyed correcting your small mistakes. You never failed to whisper “uptight asshole” under your breath and give him a hateful look whenever he walked by you.
So of course you and John had a rivalry. You intentionally taught the same things as him but you found ways to make your lessons more interesting for the students. John made passive aggressive comments about you to other instructors to make them see how you were a fraud. If the two of you were in the same room, you couldn’t leave until you insulted each other. The other warlocks kept a close eye on the both of you to make sure you wouldn’t beat each other to a pulp. They didn’t have to worry about that, though; John Henry and you were above getting physical.
Nonetheless, Ariel was afraid your hatred for each other would escalate, so he forced you and John to meet in your office to sit down and have a little chat. Ariel stopped by your office to make sure you two actually met up, but he didn’t join you since he wanted to give you a chance to talk it out like adults.
You sat in the chairs in front of your desk, staring each other down. John knew you hated smoking, so he had his elbow positioned on the armrest, cigarette between his fingers. On the other side, you had your neatly folded hands over your crossed legs. She has that stupid smug look on her face, too, John thought.
John Henry was also irked at how you were eyeing him up and down because he believed you were judging him. But he was wrong; you were taking an opportunity to check him out. Hey, what can I say? you asked yourself. He’s hot.
When Ariel finally closed the door after giving you both a lecture about how he wouldn’t tolerate you breaking the peace anymore, you stood up from your seat to sit at your desk chair and opened your book to where you had left off.
John eyed you, and when you didn’t bother to look up from the page, he sarcastically asked, “Aren’t we supposed to have a friendly discussion?”
You looked up and quietly closed the book, pushing it towards the edge of the desk. “Fine, what do you want to talk about? And stop smoking; you’re stinking up my office.”
John put the cigarette in his mouth and puffed some smoke, which caused you to narrow your eyes at him and your mouth to straighten into a thin line. Smiling with satisfaction, John commented, “I was thinking that you could stop your act of being a fake master of magic.”
You snorted, falling back into the soft leather of your seat. “I never said I was perfect.”
“But you act like you think you are.”
Honestly? you thought. He’s right. Still, you didn’t want to concede to him, so you rested your cheek in the palm of your hand and requested, “Give me one example.”
The warlock knew the game you were attempting to play, hence he laughed and bit down on his cigarette. “You’re trying to trick me into supporting your ego.”
“Fine then, I’ll give you an example of how incredible you are since you think I act like I’m better than everyone else,” you sneered. This made John cock an eyebrow at you. “How easily you can make it rain in a room is impressive.”
John Henry shot you a glare and sat forward in his chair. “You bitch. You know that stiricidium is hard for me to do.”
“Oh really? But all the boys think you’re talented. ‘Mr. Moore did this,’ ‘Mr. Moore did that,’” you said in a mocking voice. “I know you think I’m full of shit, but don’t act like you don’t project your shortcomings onto your students by pushing them to their limits to master powers you were never able to develop.”
Angry, the warlock raised his voice at you. “At least they’re mastering magic! The boys are practically failing your class because you’re too nice to them. You focus more on having fun with them than actually teaching them anything.”
He brought up how you made a thoughtless comment to another teacher. You countered that by saying you didn’t know that it was a sensitive topic for him, and mentioned the various times John had killed the mood by correcting someone or pointing out logical fallacies. At least other people enjoyed being in your presence, you said. Then, John Henry raised the time when you interrupted him during an assembly, but you claimed you butted in since he was embarrassing himself and you were just trying to save him from looking like a fool. The two of you continued to list off what you hated about each other for the next few minutes.
As with all your arguments, you reached the point where you started the name-calling.
“God, you’re such a pompous weasel,” he hissed, standing up to leave the room.
“Don’t go anywhere, asshat,” you demanded, also standing up from your desk chair to block him from leaving the room. Flicking your wrist at the door, you used your magic to lock it. “Are you ashamed that I’m calling you out for your shit?”
Now that you were up in his face, John spat at you, “Now you’re locking me in? Fuck you.”
“Then do it.”
John Henry was stunned at what you said, but you were even more surprised. You couldn’t believe that you would hit on someone you hated, especially John. For a few seconds, the two of you just stood there, not saying a thing. You opened your mouth to apologize to him, but he stopped you from what would have been the first time you uttered ‘sorry’ to him as he pressed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.
Grabbing onto his tie, you pulled him back towards your desk. John licked the bottom of your lips, so you parted your lips to allow him entrance into your mouth. While his tongue explored the inside of your mouth, you tried to take control by pushing him onto your desk chair. However, he grabbed onto your arms and pushed you to sit on the desk. Even though you were thankful that the center of the table was cleared since you had moved the majority of your papers into the drawers, you sighed at your failed attempt to gain dominance. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”
Smirking, John Henry asked you, “Are you upset?”
“You’re lucky that you look like you can fuck me senseless. Or else I wouldn’t let you be doing this,” you responded.
Gently pushing you into a leaning position on the desk, he placed his hand on the back of your neck behind your ear and kissed you again. You stabilized yourself by putting the palms of your hands flat on the desk while John ran his other hand down your collarbone and towards your chest, cupping your breast through your shirt.
You became embarrassed with yourself when arousal pooled your sex and you shivered as John kneaded your clothed breast, running his finger over your nipple. Another reason for you to become embarrassed arose when you realized that you were wearing a thin bra, so John could feel how hard your nipple got for him. Although John Henry was pleased at how your body was responding to him, he was unsatisfied that you were holding back your moans.
Wishing to fix this, the warlock moved his hand towards your pussy and reached underneath your skirt and panties. However, you blocked him from his goal by clenching your legs together. Based on the lustful look in your eyes, he could tell you wanted him to touch you, so John mocked, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Sighing, you parted your legs for him and allowed him to slip your skirt and underwear down towards your knees. He ran his middle finger up and down your slit, collecting your wetness on his hand. “Look at how wet you are for me.”
“ Shut, shut up,” you stammered when he dipped his finger into you. Even though John curled his finger up towards your stomach, you were still able to swallow your moans. The only signs of pleasure betraying your silence were your open mouth, the puff of air you breathed through your nose, and the desperate look in your eyes. John wanted a better response from you, so he added a second finger into your sex. You finally whimpered when both his fingers curled upwards and pressed against your g-spot, and you arched your back. Pleased, the warlock began fucking you with his fingers, quickly moving them in and out of you. You moaned and bit down on your lip, further leaning back on the desk as you relished in your state of bliss. Weakly grabbing onto John’s arm, you encouraged him to continue fingering you so wonderfully. There was no doubt that John was satisfied seeing you like this, and he wanted to make you come undone with his fingers.
Of course, you weren’t going to let John get away scot-free, so you moved your hand from his arm and reached for his crotch. The warlock’s breath hitched at the contact and he looked down at your hand, but he didn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out of your sex. Nevertheless, he asked you, “What are you doing?”
You looked up at him innocently as you began to massage his clothed cock. To both your delight and disappointment (you didn’t want his ego to grow), you could feel how big John Henry was. To just your pleasure, though, you could feel how his dick was already semi-hard. “I can tell someone is excited.”
“Stop that,” he whispered, but he truly didn’t want you to quit. John let out a few grunts and pressed himself against your hand, allowing more friction to build up between you and his cock. You increased the pressure you were applying to his pants and rubbed him even harder, making him grind his hips against you. In his pleasure, John Henry increased the pace that he was fingering you with and you too, whined.
When you stopped massaging the front of his pants and reached for his belt, the warlock was snapped back into reality. Frankly, he was embarrassed that he let you give him a clothed hand job. “That’s enough,” John said as he grabbed onto your wrist to stop you, causing you to shoot him a questioning look. Abandoning his previous idea of making you cum on his fingers, John pulled his fingers out of you and decided that he was going to get back at you. You whined at the loss of contact, but were secretly thrilled when he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his knees, stepping out of them. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look hot as he grasped onto your knees, roughly spreading your legs wide enough so that he could stand in between them.
Your heart rate picked up as you watched John Henry take off his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring free. You were right about him being well endowed since you could tell that his length was quite thick and at least 8 inches. Admittedly, he had a nice looking dick with a vein running down the middle and precum beading at the tip.
John pulled you to the edge of the desk and you hugged your legs around his waist. Smearing his precum on his hand and running his hand down his length, the warlock teasingly slid his cock up and down your folds. You whimpered and you squeezed your legs around his hips, attempting to get him to plunge into you. Giving you a mocking smile, John asked, “What do you want?”
“I want you,” you admitted, grasping onto his shirt to pull him closer to you.
He cocked his head down to look at you, seeing that your hazy eyes were completely full of lust. “What about me do you want?”
Desperate, you tugged on his shirt. “You jackass. I want you to fuck me.”
Not wanting to drag this out any longer, John plunged his entire length deep inside you, making you cry out and fully lie on the desk. Sure, you knew he was big, but inside you, he felt massive . You’ve been with big guys before, but never as large as him. Your cunt spasmed to get used to his size, and John Henry moaned at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him. It hurt, but you couldn’t believe how full he made you feel. Thankfully, John waited for you to adjust to him and watched your expression, gingerly wiping away the tears that fell down your face.
“Go ahead,” you told him. His short moment of kindness ended because after his hands gripped your forearms, he started to move, setting a brutal pace. He quickly pulled out of you before slamming back into you, making you call out his name each time. While he fucked you senseless, your pain turned into pleasure as you held onto him tight enough to leave bruises.
Removing his right hand from your arm, John Henry unbuttoned your blouse and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. Shimmying your bra downwards so that your breasts were exposed, John bent forward to wipe his tongue over your nipples. You moaned even louder due to the sensation of him taking his nipple in your mouth and sucking, but mainly because the new position he was fucking you from hit against your g-spot. You couldn’t believe how deep he was reaching you; he was hitting spots within you that even you couldn’t reach. You fell into a state of total bliss, reflected in the glassy look in your eyes and how you desperately cried out each time he pounded into you.
“You’re so loud,” John rasped, but he was letting out grunts of his own as he savored how tightly your cunt hugged around his cock. You felt so wet, so very warm. There weren’t many things the warlock liked about you, but God, he loved how you took his cock. He looked down at where you two were joined, oddly fascinated to see how your body accepted him.
“What?” you panted. “You don’t want them to know how well you’re fucking me?” You were glad that only you and John Henry had a break at this hour and all the students were in class. If anyone walked by, they could hear the sounds of your combined moans and the wet, vulgar sound of flesh slapping flesh.
Both you and John knew it wasn’t going to take much more for either of you to come undone. He could feel your walls clenching tighter around him, just as you noticed that his thrusts were getting sloppier.
The warlock reached a hand toward your clit, ghosting over the bundle of nerves with his finger. John locked eyes with you as he began to circle your clit, wanting to see your face as you came. You arched your back and dug your nails into John’s back as you were finally pushed over the edge, crying out, “Oh fuck!” John Henry rutted into you hard one last time, his cock twitching as he pumped ropes of his cum inside you. Shamelessly, he called out your name and his eyelids fell shut.
The two of you stayed like that for a little while before he pulled out of you, a trickle of cum falling down his length, and collapsed onto the desk chair. Beads of sweat rolled down John’s forehead from thrusting into you so roughly; similarly, you lay on the table, panting. However, you recovered from your orgasm quicker, so you hopped off the desk and got on your knees before where John was sitting. His eyes were closed when you took his dick in your hands and licked some cum off his tip.
John Henry shifted in his seat. “I can’t take any more,” he whimpered, his eyes fluttering open to look down on you.
You looked up at him and smiled, “I’m just cleaning up.”
He laughed, “You’re sick.” You chuckled against his cock and he didn’t protest when you ran your tongue along his length to clean him of his remaining cum.
Checking the time, you realized that you and John had 10 minutes until your next class, so you picked up his pants off the floor and handed them to him. “You might want to get dressed. We don’t have much time,” you said, clasping your bra together and buttoning your blouse as fast as you could.
John Henry slipped his pants and boxers back on. “Are you sure you’ll be able to walk?”
You practically jumped into your skirt and walked towards the door. Before you left, you turned back to him and repeated the words that started this all, “Fuck you.”
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The next day, you were in the library, looking over maps with Ariel, when John Henry walked into the room. You were sipping some coffee when John saw the two of you, but he made eye contact specifically with you.
As per usual, the students and fellow faculty looked between you and him to see if anything would go wrong. That day, though, John merely walked by you and said, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” you replied, watching him as he approached a bookcase, searching for a spellbook.
Confused looks were exchanged between the others in the room, but no one said anything and they went on with their business. However, Ariel turned to you and commented, “I’m shocked. You two aren’t fighting anymore?”
“Let’s say we kissed and made up,” you joked to Ariel, putting your cup of coffee down as John and you locked eyes, remembering what had happened the previous day.