~ teacher x student smvt pt 2 🫶🏼
: smvt / prn / 13+ :
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you stare out the classroom window at the falling rain, grey clouds enveloping the once blue sky.
mr. danes voice murmurs incoherently in your ear as he instructs your high school class towards the front of the room.
your cheek is slumped on your hand, which is resting on the table. theres a resting bored look on your face, yet still, ur pretty features have a few heads turning.
youre nearly about to doze off when you hear your name, causing u to raise ur head. its mr. danes, calling your name.
"w-what?" you say, missing whatever he said.
"y/n, i asked what was the answer to question #2 on the board." he sighs.
"oh.. um..." you try ur hardest to come up with something, anything, searching your mind for any remains of knowledge about the lesson we had just learned.
nothing.
"im not sure.." you admit, your cheeks turning pink as the class snickers.
mr. danes sighs again. "meet me after class, miss y/l/n" he says, his eyes meeting yours and lingering there before looking down to study your upper body.
he then turns back to the board and continues on with the lesson.
the rest of class is a blur, you decide its pointless to pay attention because you're already in trouble anyways.
soon, the bell rings for dismissal and you grab your bags, heading to mr. danes' desk.
"you asked to see me?" you say, playing with a strand of your wispy dark brown hair.
"yes. wait please."
he ushers the remaining students out of the room, then closes and locks the classroom door before taking a seat at his desk. you sit across from him.
"am i in trouble?" you ask, trying to keep your eyes off his seemingly good looking features.
"it depends, miss y/l/n." he says, and you cant help but notice a tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, yet his expression remains mostly serious.
"on what?"
"on how well you'll behave for me, princess"
your heart nearly leaps out of your chest, theres a tugging feeling in your body and a shiver runs down your spine.
"p..princess?" you choke out, but it comes out barely above a whisper.
mr. danes gets up from his seat and walks over to you. he stands above you
reaching out to twirl a strand of your hair, his fingers gently make their way to your jawline, dancing gently across your cheek.
they come to rest on your bottom lip, rubbing gently before he leans down, closer
closer
closer.
you can feel his warm breath moving softly down ur neck, and his lips are inches away from yours.
and suddenly you feel them press against yours, for a second you think 'what the fuck,' until your lost in the fact that hes an amazing kisser.
his hands trail down to ur waist, gently pulling you up and out of your seat.
he presses your body against his, then moving to pin you against the wall.
he kisses you harder, his tongue pushing past your lips as you let out a little moan, struggling to gasp for air in between kisses.
this turns mr. danes on more and he moves his lips to your neck, kissing you roughly as he makes sure you stay against the wall.
you moan and gasp softly, yet manage to exhale "what if... mm. what if someone c.. comes in..?"
your fingers curl up as his hands explore every dip and curve of your body.
"dont worry about that princess..." he says softly, and you open your mouth to reply and say that u shouldnt be doing this
but before u know it ur shirt is coming off and is tossed aside like a piece of trash.
your breasts poke thru ur bra, and his hands slip under the laced fabric, rubbing them.
holy shit, you think, because who wouldve ever guessed this is how you'd spend your afternoon.
you help him take off his shirt as he continues to trail hot kisses down your neck, tucking your hair behind your ears and out of the way.
pressing against his chest, u feel urself getting wet
he picks u up and shoves aside papers on his desk, making room to lay you down.
he carefully slips off ur pants, revealing a soaked thong that consists of ur pink pussy barely covered by the thin fabric.
he climbs on top of you, kissing you harder, his fingers gently flitting against ur entrance, outside of ur panties, teasing you.
you whimper softly as he flits harder, rubbing.
"mmgh~" you exhale, desprate for him to be inside of you, instead of just his lips pressed against urs.
its not enough.
your fingers trail down to your waist and slip off your soaked thong,
he inhales in lust and takes off his own pants, then boxers, a rock hard dick filling ur eyes.
you moan softly as the thought of the entire thing filling you up enters your mind, and you have doubts as to whether or not you can handle this.
he takes a condom out of his top drawer and shoves it on before shoving his dick inside of you, climbing ontop of you once more
precum fills your tight pussy, making your fingers curl up in painful pleasure and you feel the urge to cum, wetness seeping out of ur entrance.
he thrusts deeper, going farther and farther in as he presses his lips hard against yours to muffle the string of noises trying to escape your lips.
your legs begin to shake as he fills your pussy with cum, going in and out faster and harder.
"MMH~!" you moan louder and he shuts you up by colliding his lips against yours and diving his tongue into your mouth.
"f-faster..." you close your eyes and enjoy the moment, as he fills your pussy up again and thrusts as hard as possible.
you reach ur climax and ur cum drips out, mixing with his as you two go harder on his desk.
he plays with ur nipple as he kisses you and goes in and out, making you moan and sigh and whimper and make all kinds of amazing noises.
its pure bliss, and suddenly hes taking his cock out of you and you moan in relief.
he leans down and licks your pussy, cleaning you up.
his tongue enters inside of you, fucking you gently before taking it out again and kissing you.
"you're not in trouble anymore," mr. danes says smugly, helping you up as he rubs your breasts once more.
"mm.." you mutter, barely able to make any noises after that experience. he helps you back into your clothes
"i liked you better without this on," he says, forcing your small bra and soaked thong back on your once exposed body.
"good girl."
you exhale deeply and lean into his arms, his warm embrace covers u.
"you did so good, y/n."
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