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You felt feverish.
Your stomach had been twisting and turning all day, leaving you in a sweat that did not lessen no matter how long you rested your head on your desk for the majority of your classes. It was a rarity that you got sick. Never in all your days of high school had you even stepped foot in the nurse's office other than to do a routine checkup that the school required. Now, you knew that going there was going to be inevitable.
The 7th period bell rang, announcing to all of the students that it was time for the transition period to the next class. You quickly threw your backpack over your shoulder, grabbed your books, and approached your teacher's desk. You swallowed hard, wiping away a cold sweat that still continued to form.
"Could I possibly have a pass to the nurse's office? I'm not feeling well." You asked.
If you had asked that question to any of your of male teachers they were likely to glare at you and ask you what the cause of your sickness was. Even though it wasn't that particular time of the gut wrenching month your teacher did not ask questions. She pulled a sticky note from a drawer on her desk, scribbled words down, and handed it to you. You then thanked her and quickly rushed out of the classroom, your hands clenching your books tightly. With your free hand you glanced at the note.
"Y/N to the nurse's office. 2:13."
Your teacher's initials were incoherent below the message.
The nurse's office was inconvenient to get to. It may have only took a mere 4 minutes to reach but through that you had to wind through the hallways, push and snarl under your breath as you went through the mass of students, and re-enter a new building. The fresh air that hit you when you exited the first building was relieving, cooling you down from the heat that built in your skin, but it still did not ease your sickness. You sighed and walked across the pavement that lead to the other building. Upon entering, you squinted. It was similar to the high school but much more updated and silent. Considering it was the end of the day there was hardly anyone in the rooms that lined the walls and, in many places, the lights were dark.
You looked at the note again nervously. Is it really worth visiting the nurse? The day is almost over.
Your stomach surged again and gave you a final answer. You walked through the first hall of the building until you reached the point where they had shaped a T, giving you two options to turn. The left hallway as barely humming with light and the right hallway was dark. You bit your lip and took a right, knowing that the nurse's office was down that way. You could hardly see anything as you trekked further down the ramp, but to your relief you could see the light beneath the door of the nurse's office.
You had never felt right in here. The door was sketchy- a dark metal frame that had a long handle for you to twist open- and the room, as someone had pointed out, was soundproof. This wing had been an old establishment even though the majority of the building had been, as you knew earlier, updated, but you tried to push that to the back of your mind as you opened the door and shut it behind you. You were hopeful, expecting to see the older woman who had last examined you, but instead no figures were in the small room. The chairs along the wall were empty and the light flickered above you and hummed, the cold a strange contrast against your heated flesh. The office room on the left had its door open revealing the dark abyss inside, but the room on the left, the examination room, was open. All of the staff must have left, including everyone near the hall. You fingered the sticky note in your hand. You could hear a cluttering of items, footsteps, and then after a few moments, a tall, lean man emerged from the examination room. He was young, possibly in his late twenties, and his hair was slicked back and towards the side. He wore a fit white shirt with just as fit trousers and, because of your short height, he towered above you. He gave you a quick smile and his brow twitched when it raised.
If it weren't for your fever you knew you'd be furiously blushing. He was no doubt attractive and, through the sickness, you could feel something stir inside you.
"May I help you, miss?" He asked.
You almost began to stutter but you stopped and recollected yourself, clearing your throat. You did your best to avoid his eye contact. "Yes, I have a note. Is the nurse not here?" You asked, leaning forward and handing him the note. He plucked it from your hands, examined it quickly, and folded it between his long fingers, turning his gaze back to you as he did so.
"You must be referring to Ms. Coredlia. My name is Edward Nygma, but, to be formal, you can call me Mr. Nygma- or just Ed if you would prefer that more." His left brow rose again and a friendly smile was faint on his lips. "She retired earlier this year actually making me the official nurse of the school, but if you're not too timid I could assist you?"
With the array of emotions you were feeling you gave a jerky nod. "Yes, yes of course."
He flashed you another smile and motioned you to follow him into the examination room. When you entered he gestured towards a chair that sat near his desk, moved to close the door behind you, and maneuvered around you to grip the base of his chair. He pushed it in front of yours so that you now sat opposite. You couldn't help but find yourself examining every feature of him, including what was hidden beneath his attire.
"Now, could you explain to me how exactly you are feeling? The note did not specify."
You put your bags and books down onto the floor and shoved your hands to sit in the gap between your closed knees. In most cases you would have felt uncomfortable appearing so disheveled, but, during this time, it had not bothered you the slightest. "I'm not entirely sure why I'm sick. I am having random hot flashes and, well, a pained stomach. I was just hoping you could-" You paused, your eyes darting away from his again. "possibly give me something to help."
"I see. " Ed nodded. He rose from his chair and walked back to the cabinet behind his desk, retrieving a thermometer from the organized mess. He replaced the sliver that lined it and sat back down, but this time he scooted closer, his legs nearly around yours. "Oh and I didn't... receive your name?"
You flushed. "Oh right. My name is Y/N."
"Well then, Ms. Y/N, as protocol I suppose it's best that I take your temperature. It is almost the end of the day but if you are in fact sick then we wouldn't want it to spread by you returning tomorrow." He seemed hesitant, but then asked. "Could you open your mouth for me?"
You felt embarrassed. You didn't know the man, and had hardly for a few moments, but you already had felt a surge of electricity pulsing through your veins and between your legs. You opened your mouth for him, let him put the thermometer under your tongue, and tried to let your eyes wander. They wandered, again, to his features. His eyes were a dark brown that had you usually uninterested but his, for some reason that you could not determine, were darker, a color that did not appear friendly. Your eyes wandered to the sharp details on his face and then to his large hands, his neck, and, by habit, you let your eyes wander to the gap between his legs, catching a glimpse of what he had to offer. You wondered if he knew how appealing he had appeared and then wondered of his personal life. Was he married? No, he couldn't be. No ring was present- but a girlfriend, perhaps? Maybe a boyfriend? You wouldn't be surprised if he had either of those.
Your mind had been absent of all else and at the moment you then realized that his deep gaze had followed yours. You knew that he knew you were looking him over and that gave room to an urge that was deep seated within you. You had felt this often when you had glanced at the men who were forbidden to you because of your age and, deep down, it had never escaped you.
His eyes had not left yours, but when he pulled the thermometer out of your mouth he brought it to a seeing distance for himself to look at the numbers. Without gloves he pulled the plastic off and tossed it into the trash, placing the thermometer on his blank, metallic desk behind him. His voice was deeper now when he spoke, almost trance-like. "You're not running a fever, but the result of this could be something else. You wouldn't happen to be having any sort of... sexual intercourse would you?"
You almost choked at his question and pushed your knees tighter against your hands that were between them. It didn't ease your arousal but it kept him from seeing how nerve wracked you currently were just by being in his presence even longer now.
"N-no." You stuttered, shaking your head. "I've never done any of that. Heck I-I've never even been on a date before."
"That must explain why you're so interested in looking at my cock."
You let out an indistinct sound of surprise and your heart pounded in your chest. You didn't mean to look at him at an invasive level and especially didn't mean to get caught doing it because of your relentless curiosity. You let out more ramblings, your words making no sense as you tried to explain yourself, and Ed rose from his chair and stepped towards the blank table- one you now realized that could be used for a person to sit upon as they were being examined.
"Stand up." He said coldly.
You stood up from your chair, your hands shaking.
"Sit on the table."
Without a word you did as he said and passed him, grabbing a hold of the desk and pushing yourself up. The table was at an odd height that went to the upper part of his thighs but, with your nervous hands, you managed to get yourself on it. When you had he moved over to you and gripped you beneath your legs, pulling you towards him until your rear was nearly off of it. His hands were cold against your tingling skin and it gave you no choice but let out a small sound of complaint- one that was hinted more towards desire than anything. Your core ached and by now you were already wet but you tried not to show it. What you were wanting was not likely what you were going to get but at this point you would take anything from him.
"Please, I'm sorry." You begged. "I won't come back again- Just let me leave. I don't want to get in trouble." Before getting on the desk you were expecting him to keep you there for the principal to receive and punish. You realized that was not his plan.
"You won't get in trouble as long as you do come back." He breathed, gripping you tighter around your legs. He pushed his body closer to yours until he was between your legs now and through the fabric of your pants you could feel his hard cock. Your insides throbbed for him and instinctively you rocked your hips against it. Ed growled, slowly grinding his hips back against yours, and forced your lips to meet his in a ravenous devour. His tongue ran against yours, his teeth occasionally biting your lip until it had become bruised, and he hardly had allowed you any time to breathe until you had ripped your head away from him, turning it to the side. He took that opportunity to wrap his mouth around your neck, biting and sucking where he had left off on your soon-to-be-bleeding lips. You ran your hand against his shoulder and then to his chest, still grinding into him with mewls and moans that you no longer cared for him to hear.
The only thought that you could manage by now was how badly you wanted him inside of you, stretching you and making you cry out beneath him.
You tried to fumble for his belt and managed to get it partially undone until he delivered one more bite onto your neck, one that sent a stabbing pain through your nerves, and grabbed you by your hands, not allowing you to continue further.
"Someone's desperate." He purred. He pushed your hands away and hastily undid your belt, threw it to the floor, and then undid the buttons to your tight jeans. He stuck his fingers into the hem of your pants, felt both the fabric of your underwear and jeans, and wrapped his fingers around them, pulling them both down in a forceful tug until they both fell from your body and onto the floor. He brushed his thumb against your clit and ran a finger inside your wet folds, rubbing you until you were humping the length of his hand and fingers as you tried to get anything of his into you. He was right- you were desperate and you were too horny to have cared more. "I didn't realize you were this wet for me." He murred, teasing a finger at your entrance before pulling his hand away.
"Ed, please." You cried out. You didn't dare to touch yourself.
As if his eyes couldn't get any darker his pupils were hardly visible now. He tugged off his belt to have it join yours on the floor and pulled his pants down to where his boxer briefs ended, his impressive length straining with urgency against it. A small spot of precum had formed on them. Wordlessly, snaring your gaze in his, he pulled them down, his cock moving free from the confines, and moved to you, pulling you further of the desk so that you had to wrap your legs around him to prevent yourself from falling.
He did not care to remove your shirt or his own.
As he had before he crashed his lips against yours and you wrapped you arms around his neck, letting him bite into your lips until they were bloodied without any protest. You could feel the cold air and his taut cock briefly brush up against you.
Without warning he moved his hand back and guided his cock into your throbbing hole, pushing the head of it in with a groan. Your legs tensed around his waist and the sudden intrusion made you mewl, a burning sensation filling your core as he began to thrust, his cock getting deeper inside of you with each movement despite how roughly you squirmed beneath him. The burning sensation you had felt at the beginning increased, the whole length of his cock seated deep inside of you and stretching you to a fullness that made you clench your eyes shut and dig your fingernails into him. He groaned. To you the pain was foreign and it would have been unpleasant if he had not rubbed your clit briefly in between each thrust, ensuring that you were enjoying it as much as he was. Ed gripped you closer to him, his breath harsh against your neck, and began to thrust slowly into you, picking up the pace until the desk shoot beneath you.
Erotic sounds filled the room- a mixture of wetness, Ed's thick skin pounding into you, and both of your moans and groans when a pleasurable sensation overtook. Your walls were flexing around him, adjusting and begging for what he was giving you, and he moved a hand back between you and him, rubbing your clit until you were moaning out his name as you felt the nerves and tension in you mount higher and higher.
Letting out breathy grunts Ed's movements grew erratic, his cock twitching inside of you. It had all been quick and you slammed your head back, nearly incapacitating yourself from the impact, and your legs trembled, contracting around his cock. He rolled his hips forward and stilled into you, his thighs trembling, and came, filling your pit with a pleasant warmth that started to leak out of your entrance. He moaned out your name and let out a shaky groan, not pulling out until you had released your grip around his waist.
Having sex with him had left you exhausted. A buzz of sleepiness already threatening to take you over. Through the fog of your mind you saw him gather up his clothes and begin to pull them back on, yours in his other hand. You wanted to lay there but the thoughts of what had just occurred hit you.
You had unprotected sex with a man that you didn't know in a school setting.
Thankfully you had been on birth control to regulate your cycles but the thought of him filling you so deeply left you worried.
This was not a passionate moment between lovers. There was no intention to have children from this, no- it was just pure animalistic urge and desire. It was sex. It couldn't have been classified as love making- you didn't know each other. Your fever did not return but an anxiety did. You pulled yourself up and covered your exposed parts with your hands, quivering when you felt his come still emanate from you and pool onto the table. It was messy and never had the rumors of the subject spoke of this.
Once clothed Ed put your clothes onto the table next to you and leaned in to kiss you, one that was incredibly gentler than how he had been at first. His hand stroked the inside of your thigh. "There's no need to cover yourself after the fact."
You didn't know how to react and you definitely didn't know what to do with yourself- With what you had just done. The table was cold against the lower part of your body and you shivered, the heat of sex leaving you. "I should be going." You stuttered.
He blinked slowly, looking to your clothes and back at you again. "I should get you cleaned up first."
"N-no. I can do it myself." You picked up the clothes at your side and pushed yourself off of the table, cringing when your trembling legs hit the ground. You realized was terribly unpleasant to move.
He grabbed you by the arm and turned you towards him, his voice calm and clear. "I'm not going to let you be after having just pounded every ounce of my cock into you. You know that we're both at risk for it." He sighed and lessened his grip. "I can't take you home with me nor expect you to come, but the least you could do is come back here daily so that I may check on you. I'm not one to start something and abruptly end it. Could you at least do me that?"
You gave him a nod.
You didn't know if he meant more sex or casually rooting the relationship that had been done by their deed, but you were hopeful that, if either, it would be the second one. The first option could wait.
When you had dressed he fit more passionate kisses into the time, your desire again sparking, and, with information regarding his personal contacts such as his phone number, he sent you off, sending an email to your last period teacher that you had been at the nurse's office.