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showing off before i go to bed :3

𝑳-𝑳-𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔

I wonder if he notices how much attention I pay to him.

I wonder if he notices how much attention I pay to him.

ngl i fucking hate teacher x students fics, my only exception is that one @tarjapearce miguel x reader one just because 😞✊️, but i genuinely dislike the whole teacherxstudent

High school teacher had to call my daddy to school to tell him how I’ve been showing up to class with cum stains and my mouth swollen.

Then daddy makes me fuck both of them to keep him from calling the authorities

I never understood having a crush on a teacher till high school, sure my math teacher was attractive but now in history class I know what everyone who has had a teacher crush talks about.

I walk into class and give him a smile, getting there as early as possible so I can set everything up and not upset him. I take such detailed notes all class. Unless of course I stare at his forearms. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the veins prominent. His hands too. Then I snap back and start writing again. Yesterday I answered his question wrong and he said I was halfway wrong and I felt tears in my eyes in embarrassment. But today, passing my third test in a row, he told me I had done I good job.

We both love music and he called me smart for rewriting notes. Now even if I didnt want to rewrite notes I will.

God what is wrong with me? I love his smile, and the way he teaches with such enthusiasm...help me?

Today, this guy that has a crush on me -and has had a crush on me- listened to me ramble on and on about my TC. Hes listened to it and poked at it a few times harmlessly. Today was different. I told him about how TC had talked to me on Friday. I stay after school for community service and he stays with me for that hour every friday. I ended up telling him about my chronic migraines and stomach problems. He said he was sorry and it must suck. Then he said that i should tell him the days i feel crummy and he won't pick on me as much. It made me happy that he cared about me even a bit. As I told the guy -ill call him C- about that, he disgustingly said, "You care so much about a man who doesn't give a shit about you." The thought that C was even possibly feeling threatened by a middle aged man is outrageous. Especially knowing that I'm not going to try anything with TC. Anyway, another day another TC story

I had to leave him behind. Didn't even get to say goodbye. The school made me do the GAP program. He was the first one I told and he smiled and told me he would miss me and that I was one of the good ones. I bet he says that to all of his students though. I'm not even a student that he doted on so why am I so upset? I guess because I cared about him in some way. I'm gonna miss alot of things about him, especially his laugh. God his laugh was fucking contagious, and his smile. I made him laugh the hardest the day before I left. We were all talking about how freshman suck and how I now understand the hate they get and he said, "You'll feel the same way when you get older and have kids, you think your parents suck and are boring. They used to be cool before you were born." I laughed and retorted,

"You know what I love about you TC? You always make me feel so much better about myself." The man cackled and my heart swelled.

I'm gonna miss him and I arguing about our favorite bands. He loves AC/DC and I love Mötley Crüe. I actually want to do more notes in his class but I'll never be able to. I fucking hate it and will for a long while.

I want to invite him to my graduation, but if he doesn't come...I'll be heartbroken and resent him forever. What do I do!?

Imagine being so bad at math your teacher asks you to stay after school to 'tutor' you...

You send your parent/guardians a text to tell them you'll be late and walk into your teachers class room, it's so empty and he already has the math books and questions ready for you, Mr Smith looks to you...

Mr Smith: "Oh, Y/N you made it, I'm so excited to help you" his voice is deeper then usual, almost sexual even, you sit at a seat by his desk and look at the papers

Y/N: "This is a lot.." you mumbled and then noticed Mr Smith has his hand in his pants

Mr Smith: "Oh you have no idea hun" he said as he walks to you and lifts your skirt without asking, you say nothing, he sees you're missing underwear and he chuckled...did he know you wanted this or is he trying to take advantage of you?

"Sit on my lap girl" He growled in your ear as he sits on a chair and pulls you to him, his hard and fat cock already waiting on you, you're so wet it slips in without issue

"Such a good fuck doll aren't you? Just a sex toy for me now...you're mine." He growled as he hands you a paper "Do your work cunt."

Professor Jin

Short backstory• Y/N is a student at the university. You love studying, reading books, going to the library. Your a bit of a loner, but you still have many friends to carry on your shoulders. One day you get a new professor, and everything change’s.•

Category• smut, fluff

Warnings• a little bit smut, tiny bit swearing

•Song recommendations•

•Because I am working on Cheaters get Heated part 5, I wanted to make this in the mean time. Enjoy!•

Goodmorning, it’s a beautiful morning, even tho it’s sucks.

You take your stuff and walk out of your appartement, on your way out you see ur black cat. He’s is lazy, just laying around and eating. You wear a black coat, stylish. You walk towards your black car and you drive towards the university. You look at the clock, o my lord it’s 7 am? How could be 7 am? You drive into the parking, and your walking fast towards your class. Your not scared to be late, but it’s not a good first impression. You knock on the door 3 time’s and open it.

You yawn, and try to get out of bed. You almost fall back asleep but ur alarm goes off.

You almost fall out of bed. You aren’t even happy today. You stand up and look at the time. It’s 6 am. Gosh you hate mornings, you walk over towards your desk, with all your books and notebooks. It’s a mess. You take your backpack and just throw everything inside. What should you wear today? You take some baggy pants, a white collar and black shoes. You look in the mirror. It isn’t formal, but it’s alright. Then your brushing/styling your hair. Perfect.

‘I am sorry I am late, si-.’ Wow, is that your professor? He looks so young, this can’t be. Wow, the silent is to long, just say something.

‘Take a seat’ he looks at his clipboard ‘Y/N.’

You walk towards your friend Jungkook who is sitting by the window, in the back of the classroom.

‘Psst, hey.’ you say ‘we have a new professor?’ ‘He looks way to young, to be honest.’ Jungkook says. Professor Jin starts explaining Korean culture, but you only can stare at his lips, wow. His face is just so, you can’t even explain. Time goes so fast when your staring at a miracle. ‘No Y/N you can’t find your teacher hot, or cute. It’s weird.’ you say to yourself. You see many girls sitting infront, giggling and blushing. You don’t want to be that type of girl. They are all whispering and if he looks at them they all start over again. Even Jungkook’s crush is sitting there. You feel kinda bad for him.

‘Why would they all stare at him? There is no way someone can be with a teacher?! That’s just weird.’ he gossips to you.

‘He is blehh.’ he says with a weird expression, you laugh.

‘You two in the back’ mr Kim says ‘what you two laughing about?’ You two froze, but Jungkook make’s the entire time weird faces towards you. Both of you try to hold our laughter, but it’s just to hard. So both of you burst into laughing. You are almost crying because of laughter.

‘Because you two have so much fun in the back, why don’t Y/N sit here infront of me?’ professor Kim says.

‘I can go infront.’ Jungkook propose.

You just stand up and walk towards the empty seat, it’s the closest seat. You actually can smell him, wow. After class, the professor glances at you while ur walking with Jungkook outside. ‘You know that mr Kim was looking at you the entire time, what a freak.’ he did? You felt a bit special by hearing that. Before you could walk any further you hear someone saying your name.

‘Miss Y/N, could I talk to you for a second?’ you turn around and it’s ur teacher, mr Kim.

‘I need to go with you?’ Jungkook asks. ‘I am gonna be fine.’ you say, and you walk towards ur teacher. He opens the door for you, to enter the classroom. When he is inside he locks the door. When you hear the click, you turn around. You want to ask why he locked the door, but he cuts you off. He kisses you wild, and pins one hand above you and the other hand he holds.

‘Mr Kim, what are you doing?!’ you asks.

‘I remember the first-kiss-time-kiss-i saw you.’

‘You mean 2 hours okay?’ you breath heavily.

‘Past year.’ he says while still kissing you. He puts his hand behind your head and he hugs you tight. He is so wild, you two accidentally fall on the floor. But that doesn’t stop him. His hands go everywhere. Suddenly someone knocks on the door. You two get off eachother in shock, and you try to calm yourself down. He helps you stand up and breaths heavily. You run towards a seat, and you do like you thinking hard.

He opens the door and there stands a lady.

‘Hello, professor Kim, can i talk with you?’

‘I am actually talking with a student, so-.’

You cut him off, this is just embarrassing.

‘I can go’ you stand up and go to the door ‘i will talk to you tomorrow mr Kim. Have a good day sir.’ you actually want to run, but you can’t be suspicious. You walk slowly through the hallway, while you feel mr Kim’s eyes burn into your back.

•this story will have a next part•

•i don’t want to rush through this story, but maybe today or tomorrow it will be finished!•

•I promise!!•

No copying! No translating! No remaking!

Please respect that!

Part 2 will be out soon!

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need someone older.

(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)

summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.

c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal

being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.

thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.

when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.

you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.

"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.

"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.

"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.

his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.

and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.

"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.

"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"

"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.

"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.

"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.

"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.

"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.

"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.

"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.

"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."

"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.

"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.

you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"

he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.

"keep it." he said once you took the ring

"but- s-sir, i-"

"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.

he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.

"i hope you know what that means."

"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.

"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."

Siting on my lap. Sliding my hands over your thighs and hips. Your gasps as I bite at your chin, neck and shoulders. Devouring you. My hands sliding up your skirt and feeling the anticipation between your legs. Making you mine.

❛❛𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍

𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗

𝕴 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖑𝖊 𝖚𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊...❜❜

Diet Mountain Dew-Lana Del Rey

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No one:

Me when I exit his classroom after we talk:

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I wonder if he thinks about me at home

Imagine:

Walking into their classroom with you best outfit and them saying "you look nice today, miss/mister (last name)," then winking.

Teacher's pet

College Professor!Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil notices his favourite student struggling and offers her extra help after class.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, age gap (reader is 20, Phil is in his late 30s), obsessive! reader, Phil whimpering, riding (kinda) and Oral (f receiving).

authors note - *insert 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa*. I LOVE this one sm! Let me know what your thoughts! Again thank you so much for being patient with me, I love every single one of you <3 P.S- The reader is VERY delusional but lets be fr we all are.

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

You fucked up big time.

At first it was a typical high school girl crush but now you were full blown obsessed with him. Getting jealous whenever he talked to another female student or teacher, waking up at 4 am and getting fully ready for your 8 am class with him and finding any excuse to be close to him at all times.

He wasn't helping either.

It really seemed like he was reciprocating your feelings. Always checking up on you in and outside of class, always making you laugh, smiling at you and winking at you.

You didn't think it would become that big of a problem until your grades started to drop in his class. You were simply getting too distracted.

Like right now, you hadn't even noticed he was going around the class handing out your graded papers.

"F again," he sighs disappointedly, "what's going on honey? You never failed my class before and now you're failing every assignment I give you."

"I don't know Mr Wenneck." You say looking down, avoiding his gaze. You hate disappointing him.

"I do. I know exactly whats going on." He declares. You suck in a breath.

"Yo-You do." You gulp.

"Yep," he pauses, "you're over-complicating the work." You let out a breath of relief.

"Don't worry. This is an easy fix, we'll need to start one on one sessions at the end of the day."

"Oh okay." You squeak, trying to hide your excitement.

"Good. We'll start today, be here by 3:30." He winks and moves onto the person next to you.

When the bell rang, you didn't bother going to your second class. You went straight to your dorm to get ready for later. Hardly containing your eagerness.

...

It's exactly 3:30 when you knock on his door. He beckons you inside and you close the door behind you. Ensuring it's shut tight. This was the first time you would be fully alone together and you wanted no disruptions.

"Ah, right on time. Take a seat and i'll be right with you." He says smiling.

He grabs a few things from his desk and makes his way over to sit right next to you. You inhale and exhale quietly, trying to calm yourself down. But all you can think about is how close he is to you and what would happen if you moved your hand slightly ov-

“So,” he grunts, “let’s start with the first part of the topic and see which parts you’re struggling on the most. Mkay?” He asks.

“Um, yeah okay.” You say trying to sound more confident.

He starts explaining the content to you but all you can focus on is his hands. How big they are, how his veins slightly pop out and how they move when he talks. You were too entranced to notice he asked you a question. He was staring at you awaiting an answer.

"I-um sorry, can you repeat the question?" You spluttered out, slightly embarrassed.

He smirks and looks at you. You look down to avoid eye contact when you feel his hand come under your chin to lift your head up.

“Now honey, there’s no need to be nervous.” He says shaking his head in a comforting manner. You look into his eyes and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press your lips to his.

You felt him slightly pull back out of shock but, in the same moment he leaned in full accepting the kiss. Your hands in his hair and his on your waist.

You pulled away to catch your breath and the realisation of what you just did slapped you in the face.

“Oh god, Mr Wenneck i’m s-”

“Call me Phil.” He cuts you off and captures your lips passionately. He grabs you and pulls you onto his lap. You grip on to his shirt pulling him impossibly closer. His hands rest on the plump of your ass, slowly guiding you back and forth. He pulls away, you're sharing breaths.

"I knew you felt the same," he lowly whispers, "I could tell. The way you'd get nervous talking to me, the lil' blush on your cheeks when i made eye contact with you." You feel your cheeks burn.

You feel the growing tent in his pants against our core. You gasp in both shock and delight. You look into his lust filled eyes and slowly begin to move back and forth. He lets out a sound of pleasure, you swear it was a whimper.

He leans in and begins to kiss at your jaw and neck, you sigh.

"So pretty.." He mumbles.

You feel his hands creep at the bottom of your shirt, bunching it up insisting he wants it off. You reach down and pull the shirt over your head revealing the lace bra underneath.

"Shit.." He breathes, you feel him grow beneath you. You reach down to unbuckle his belt when he picks you up and slams you on the desk. Emphasising his need for you.

He leans towards your chest and begins to kiss your boobs. His hands meet the waistband of your pants slightly tugging at them. He looks into your eyes and you give him a nod of approval.

He wastes no time in pulling them down along with your panties. He gets down onto his knees and spreads your legs, moaning at the sight in front of him. He moves forward, giving a gentle kiss to your cunt he then licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Oh god.."

"Not god baby, Phil.." You moan in response.

Slurping your juices like a man starved, his tongue thrusts deeper and deeper inside you. Your fingers gripping onto his hair to keep you grounded.

Without even realising you began to grind against his face, the pleasure taking over you. His lips are glued to your clit, sucking and kissing. His hands grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, gripping on to your thighs keeping them spread.

"Oh shit Phil, right there.."

"Yeah, you like that?," he breathes heavily, "you like being a dirty lil' slut for your professor, hm?" You nod your head rapidly.

He began to suck harshly on your clit. Your back arches and your toes curl as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Fuck! Ye-Yes, right there shit.." Your almost screaming. You open your eyes to look at him, reassuring yourself this is all real and not another dream.

You look down to see him staring right back at you, he winks at you and slides his index and middle finger inside of you. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"I'm gonna cum..." You warn as he pounds his fingers into you whilst sucking your clit.

"Cum for me baby, let go." He hummed.

In that moment you let go, the pleasure crashing over you. He groans against your pussy, not letting one drop of your cum spill.

He pulls your pants back up, puts your shirt back on and looks at you, checking your okay. He helps you stand and hands you your bag. He leans down and kisses you gently.

"Same time tomorrow honey." He smirks leaving you stunned.

You walk out of his classroom with the biggest grin on your face, excited for what tomorrow will bring.

When you fav teacher pulls you to the side and says “Keep up the good job!” instead of “Meet me after school.I’m gonna fucking you brains out for being such a good girl” :((((((