"Private Lessons" - A Mr Lawrence Fanfic
TW: Nsfw,degradation,groping,spitting in mouth, physical abuse
(Hiiii guys,so this fanfic is actually an impromptu one since I got this random urge to write HAHAHAHA. But anyway I just want you guys to know this isn't for the faint of heart,if you're NOT into anything taboo then PLEASE I suggest you exit now:'] it's nothing too strong but I think it may upset some. BUT the characters are legal of age,don't call the cops on me okay😭)
Ps: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
It was supposed to be the end of the school year as a senior,for some it's good news,to you? Not so much. You have been failing not one,but two classes,one of which was chemistry. You hated chemistry not because of the subject,but because of the teacher;
"𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘬𝘪"
You never admit it,but you always find the old geezer quite good looking. He was stern looking,long hair with gray strands peeking through his hair. He had a hook-ish type of nose,and a voice that sent shivers down your spine. But not all angels are as heavenly as they seem. See,Douglas was not like other teachers and he took his class VERY seriously. He had strong anger issues,and no, it's not that cute or quirky kind, it was something that even the most stubborn and disobedient student has feared off. And when you found out that you were going to be in his class,it was terrifying yet weirdly enough, excited you as well. You have to admit,you weren't the most outgoing one or the smartest, you were timid and rather shy. He would frequently sneer at you when you make a mistake,he would lean down and speak roughly. The day before the school year ended, the principal of the school called you into his office:
"Miss y/n,you know as much as impressive your grades are in other subjects,you cannot fail two subjects, especially chemistry"
The principal sighed and his next words made you want to plead.. anything but with him:
"I would have no choice but to sign you in for summer classes with Mr Osowski,I'm sorry Miss y/n."
And with that,you couldn't even argue with him. He was right and no amount of words could convince him. Months have passed,you were still allowed to walk alongside your classmates to the stage but you did not receive your diploma due to the fact that you still have to attend summer classes.
Last week of May arrived and you are now signed up to summer classes. You walked nervously towards his classroom, pulling down your skirt nervously even though you were already wearing tights,white fur leg warmers and UGGs boots. You opened the door and there he stood,he was already staring at the door like he knew you were already coming. He did not even give you time to sit down
"Wow! You're late again,what's your excuse? Oh wait I don't care,sit down doll before I do something I regret" - douglas
He barked out his commands like a general in war,even when he was mad... something was incredibly arousing when he called you "doll". You hurriedly sat down, nervously mumbling to yourself trying to keep your skirt down and cover your thighs. Suddenly a loud *CRACK*.... In front of your desk was his long measuring stick he used to point at the board..and now..it's pointed at you. Some of your classmates looked at you in shock but did not dare to make a single noise,he leaned down and spoke;
"You have made enough distractions in my class Miss y/n...I think it's just fair I give you a well earned lesson after this" - Douglas
He spoke with cold finality,leaving no room for arguments,and something tells you that this won't just be any regular lesson. It was something that was about to leave a mark.
After classes he shut the door with a loud *THUD* which has made you jump slightly from your seat. He marched around the classroom, locking every window he saw, shutting down every blind cover he could pull. It didn't stop there,he went as far as even making sure the vents were tight. Afterwards,he slowly turned around and looked at you with an unreadable expression. He looked at you from head to your skirt,his stare was hungry, almost as if he was already undressing you. He didn't avert his gaze, expertly walking towards the light switch without looking away for even a second and slowly dimmed the lights.
"did you know why I asked you to stay?" - Douglas
He began to walk towards you,his hand clasped behind his back as his shoes made menacing tapping sounds,he is now standing behind you,even from the back you could smell his cologne. Something that has notes of Sandalwood, cedarwood, and vetiver. You answered timidly, your head lowered as you tried your best not to tear up with his harsh tone;
"I..I don't know sir...I.. I was just.."
you tried making up an excuse, your mind working anxiously and your thighs bouncing rapidly. Before you could answer,he beat you right into it.
"b-b-because I-I-I" he repeated mockingly "maybe because if you weren't dressing like a little slut you wouldn't be staying here with me, isn't that right sweetheart?" He spoke menacingly.
You didn't know whether to sob or be mad for calling you such a thing,but before you could protest he crouched down and wrapped his arms around your body behind your chair,his hands roamed everywhere aggressively, burying his face on your neck like a starving man,Inhaling your scent,licking and biting on your sensitive skin as he kept you binded with his arms. You tried protesting,yelling but it's no use especially with the classroom closed and the door locked. He got fed up and landed a silencing blow on your stomach,you yelped and weep,his large hands covering your mouth as he began to grope you when he noticed you were weakened with his punch,he whispered softly in your ears;
"See? Isn't this easier when you're not being a brat? Look at you,all pink and flustered." - Douglas
He began to remove his hand from your mouth, left with your soft panting, your eyes glazed with tears...and as much as you hate to admit it...arousal. He slowly caressed your cheeks,his thumb getting closer to your lips,he slowly pressed against it,for a minute,the room was filled with your occasional sniffles,and then;
he said coldly, it's clear it wasn't a request,but a command. In between the occasional whimpers,you eventually parted your lips, just enough to let his thumb in,he slowly let go of your body and his other free hand went up to your hair,his fingers tangling in between the strands of your locks. As you suckled on his thumb,he eventually let your head go as his now free hand went to your chest, circling and teasing your hardened peaks. He groped your left breast,switching from rough and frantic squeezing, to something almost soft and gentle,he whispered hoarsely in your ears.
"look at these hard tits,I bet they're excited to get sucked on hmm? My tongue slurping and swirling and you'll just let me won't you? After all, you have no choice. I can fail you"
he said,while letting out a menacing chuckle. You on the other hand were in between stopping him or.. letting him do what he wants. It's true that he can fail you,but with all the pent up desire,the longing for his touch... no matter how it hurts, you'd actually let him do it without any condition included.
Slowly yet surely,you began to unbutton your shirt,while still having his thumb on your mouth,you began to suck more persistently,more willingly. Once you were done,you gently tapped on his hand to pull out. He grinned darkly and did so,but after so,he roughly cupped your cheeks and made you look at him,he spoke menacingly;
"aww what's wrong princess,can't handle a little thumb...or"
He trailed off, looking at now your exposed chest,the only barrier is your laced white bra. Douglas never saw something as soft as yours,he spoke hoarsely, slowly letting go of your cheeks;
"you want me to play with your titties princess? Do you want to be my good girl and take care of these cute tits?
You nodded shyly,slipping down the strap of your bra. Your hands went to your chest, squeezing softly as Douglas began to move besides your desk. He crouched down,now eye level with you, without wasting a second he gently removed your hands and replaced it with his own. He leaned in,his lips teasingly touching your peaks,and without a wasted second,he captured your right tit inside his warm mouth. He was like a starving man, ravishing and switching between each breast. He left small bite marks,hickeys,he would even pull back for a second to look at his handiwork as he squeezed your breasts and gave them a quick slap,making you yelp in pain and pleasure.
"God these tits taste amazing, I'll be having fun with you sweet cheeks,open your mouth be a good girl for me".
He had a dark grin on plastered all over his lips but nonetheless you obliged. He cupped your cheeks again, forcefully opening your mouth wider and spat a blob of saliva inside. Douglas let out a satisfied groan and stuffed his fingers inside your mouth,as if simulating his cock going back and forth in your warm mouth. His fingers hit the back of your throat which in result made you gag. Douglas chuckled sadistically,he forced you to look at him.
"Fuck..look at this pretty face,you like that? Of course you do,you little slut. Don't worry,soon you won't have to suck my fingers,doll."
His released you from his grasp yet returned to your hair,tangling his fingers with your hair. His free hands went to his pants,he frantically began to unbuckle his belt,next was the button of his pants and now...his zipper. Douglas's trouser fell on the floor,he wasn't wearing anything underneath,and now,eye level with you,is his cock leaking pre-cum.
If you were to describe,he was 7 if not 8 inches long,with veins bulging around his length. His tip is pink and glistening with pre-cum. It was so hard that it was twitching on its own, angrily,he pulled your head close. Douglas began to slap his tip against your lips.
"open that pretty little mouth,whore. Show me how good you are in my class,you know you want this dick. All shove down your warm,tight little mouth."
You wasted no time and opened your mouth,he didn't give you time to adjust and pushed inside. He began to fuck your mouth rapidly, almost animalistic. His balls slapped against your chin, your eyes watering with slight pain and satisfaction. He looked down and roughly pulled out,leaving your mouth open. Douglas tilted your chin up,his hard cock still pointed at your mouth. He guided his length back to your mouth,now going for a slower pace. He whispered hoarsely;
"That's it princess,suck me off while I look into those pretty eyes. You look good around my dick sweetheart, I'm gonna cum soon,you better swallow okay? Or else..you don't want me to be mad now,do you? Okay? Now take daddy's cock like a good girl"
And as quick as he spoke,he went back to his touch treatment,now pulling your head deeper around his angry length. The room was filled with nothing but occasionally gagging sounds and slapping of skin to skin. Minutes have passed,he hasn't shown any sign of slowing down. He kept eye contact as he wrecked your mouth,he spat on your face,smearing it with his fingers. After a while,with one final thrust,he held your head in place. You felt a gush of warm cum slide down your throat,he let out a loud moan;
"FUCK this mouth is the best...take it, take my hot creamy load... you're my cum dump now princess. You got that?"
He pulled out of your mouth,leaving a string of cum and saliva. Douglas pushed his thumb in,making you swallow every bit of his juice. He slowly tucked himself in his pants again. Satisfied. He didn't even look back at you as he walked towards his desk again,he just threw a towel at you and spoke sarcastically;
"same time again tomorrow doll".
Douglas grabbed his bag and walked towards the door, unlocking it and heading out. You were left inside the classroom, messy, used, and beaten. But strangely...you wanted more...needed more. You slowly picked up the towel, cleaning yourself up as you know...this could never go back as the way it was. I guess the most important lessons we learn are... Private Lessons.
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