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Jan 17, 2018

Mr. Cerulli

Cerulli x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Sensitive Situations.

A/N: So I’ve posted this on Wattpad, but for those who only follow my tumblr, it’s time to enjoy as well! :D (Unfortunately I can’t do tags right now, I don’t have time to keep up with updating my list, I’m sorry! Just know this will be posted every Wednesday!)

"Miss (Y/L/N)."

You fidget uncomfortably as you stand at the desk of your sex education teacher, feeling completely out of your league. Honestly, you should have left with all the other students when the bell rang, the school day is over, but...

Well, you're not doing very well in this class. It's mandatory all students take it, but it makes you incredibly uncomfortable. You feel it's even more obvious that you're a virgin, that you've never even kissed a boy, let alone been anywhere near doing anything else.

Your school is much better than most, and Mr. Cerulli is quite a good teacher. He's so mature, he isn't embarrassed about teaching rowdy seniors about how to have safe sex in the future, whether they're having it now or not. You admire him for the fact he shuts down the boys when they get to making wise cracks, he doesn't allow snide remarks or crude comments.

"Is there something you need?" Mr. Cerulli asks when you just stand awkwardly, your bag hanging off one shoulder. He's cleaning the whiteboard, his pale fingers wrapped around the black eraser. He's always dressed so elegantly, it's no surprise to you half the female population of the school, including the other teachers, are crazy about him. You've seen the principle flirting with him a few times, and she's married!

"I, um, I was hoping I could talk to you about my grade." You mutter, gazing down at your scuffed shoes. You have a near perfect GPA --- except for this class. You just, well, you cringe most of the time you're in it. You sit in the back, for which you're thankful, and your face stays a permanent red most times. You know you should be paying attention, not thinking about how lame you are for not having any experience.

Your grade is sort of... terrible, you're barely passing, and it's dragging down your GPA. You need to bring it up to an A so it doesn't mess you up on your college applications.

"I see." Mr. Cerulli dusts his hands, turning his serious, hazel eyes on you. He's dressed in a black suit, buttoned at the center. He always look so elegant, whereas you feel like a potato in clothes most days. He's intimidating, his black hair smoothed back, the light glinting off the piercings in his ears; it had shocked everyone when he'd been hired, especially since he was tattooed and pierced, but after spending just one period in his class, you realize he can smooth talk his way into just about doing anything he wants.

"Sit," Cerulli gestures at the chair in front of his desk, and after a moment you shuffle to it, letting your bag drop to the floor by your feet. You tuck your hair behind your ears nervously, your fingers curling around the edge of the seat where you perch.

Cerulli sits down behind his desk, clasping his hands in front of him as he gazes at you.

"So speak," he says, and you clear your throat.

"I, I was wondering, if," you look down, feeling your face redden. "Well, I need to get my grade up. Is there some extra credit or something I can do?"

Cerulli's perfectly sculptured brows rise. "Extra credit?"

"Yes. It's messing with my GPA."

"Well, I wouldn't think this class should be any trouble for you, considering you're in advanced placement classes." He says after a moment, looking amused. "It's most just memorization and paying attention in class."

You cringe. "I know."

"So please explain to me why you need extra credit. Does the material make you so uncomfortable you decide not to listen?"

Well, he has you pegged, doesn't he?

You don't respond, studying the lines in your jeans.

Cerulli purses his lips thoughtfully.

"You graduate in three months, Miss (Y/L/N). I would hate for this class to... be your downfall."

Oh lord.

Can your face get any redder? You're mortified.

"I don't know if there's anymore assignments I can give you out of class, but perhaps we can work out something between just the two of us." Cerulli offers, tapping his fingers thoughtfully against his desk. You're eighteen, about to go off to college and be thrust into the world, there's no sense in sex making you blush like the virgin Mary.

"Like what?" You ask, a little relieved as you raise your head.

Cerulli's eyes gleam as he slowly stands, slipping around to lean against his desk, a few inches from where you sit. You hesitate before you look up at him, tensing slightly. In your household, sex is taboo, not to be talked about or discussed. Your mother almost didn't let you take the class, but the school wouldn't budge on it, saying that if you wanted to graduate, you needed it.

It's the entire reason you're in this predicament.

"I can give you extra credit after school some days, allow you to raise your grade, if you wish." He says thoughtfully. "But it will be something that you won't be used too."

"It will?" You frown, not understanding.

Cerulli nods, his eyes trailing over you.

You never say much in class, only when he calls on you. You wear makeup like the other girls, but it's clear you're much more mature than they are, focused on your career and not on the silly boys in your school. It's obvious to him how innocent he is, but he's a very experienced man.

He never intended to be the sex ed teacher, his degree is in literature, but that was the only opening at the school when he applied. And, after a few drinks with the principle and a lovely night spent together, he had no issue getting the job. He has no interest in her, of course, she's married and he never intends to be.

He just likes the thrill, the seduction.

And you... well, you're like a unpicked flower just waiting for the touch of someone.

"Yes." His voice softens, and you shiver instinctively as he suddenly leans forward, his fingers curling on the arm of the chair, trapping you in it. You lean back abruptly, startled. Your eyes widen as you shrink back. "But it's going to be entirely up to you if you want it."

"If I --- If I ---?" You're starting to understand what he's implying, and you simply can't believe it! He can't be serious, no way! Not only is it not okay on so many levels, although you're of age, but a teacher should never be with his student! Plus, he's going to be sorely disappointed when he realizes you have no idea what you're doing! "Is this a joke?"

"No," Cerulli chuckles, his hand rising. His cold fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw, feeling you tense as his hand curls around the back of your neck. "I'm quite serious. Don't you think, being with an older, experienced man will make your understanding of the subjects I'm teaching much easier?"

Holy crap, he is serious!

Your eyes are wide, and you swallow nervously.

"It's completely your choice, of course," he murmurs, his fingertips brushing the modest cut of your shirt, trailing just below your collarbone. "I'll show you what I'm teaching you, and I'm sure without doubt you'll pass my class."

"But... but if I don't want too...?"

"Then I suggest you pay attention during my lectures. Your grade will rely solely on if you listen to me or not when you're in class." He straightens, but you can still feel his touch on your skin. You lean back, gazing up at him, feeling... stupid.

"I..." You don't even know what to say. You've never... he can't be serious. That's all you can keep thinking. "Are you... this isn't a joke?"

You're... you. You're not as pretty as the other girls, you focus more on your studies, you don't even drink! Your parents would absolutely kill you and him if they knew what he was suggesting! You should, should tell someone, and yet... you don't want too.

If he's serious, you're... a little flattered. No one's ever taken an interest in you, you've never been asked out or even flirted with to your knowledge. Cerulli is handsome, and he is older, and obviously he has an idea on what he's doing, right?

You're not an idiot, you know it's uncomfortable at first. You're not really worried about your grade anymore, but the opportunity... you don't want to learn with someone who has no idea what they're doing, you never have. When you're alone and in bed, you've thought about what sex must feel like, to have someone touching you so intimately, and admittedly you're not adverse to it.

You've just never said that to anyone.

You might have no clue what you're doing, but Mr. Cerulli does.

But, there again...

"Why are you asking me something like this?" You ask after a moment, frowning as you look up at him. "I've never done anything in my life."

"I know. Consider it my graduation gift to you," Cerulli clucks, his arms crossed across his chest as he looks at you with an unwavering gaze. You're a good student, probably a good kid and perfectly obedient to your parents. You'll have a miserable life if you stay like that, always doing what you're told, never branching out. He's never confirmed to societies rules, and he doesn't think anyone else should either. "You're a good kid, Miss (Y/L/N), so think about my extra credit offer. See me Monday after school and let me know."

Right.

You should think about it, before you make a mistake.

You bob your head, grabbing your bag off the floor and slipping it over your shoulder. Your eyes flick to him nervously as you head for the door, finding his gaze never leaves you.

What are you getting in too?

~~~~~~~~

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yes. Okay." You nod your head. You'd gone home, spent the weekend listening to your mother pray and your father bless your every meal. You'd watched your younger brother sit perfectly still at the table, respectful and stiff.

You don't want to be like that.

You're going off to college, and you don't want to go off feeling out of your league. There's not going to be anyone there who's going to be nice to you, more than likely your first time will be because you drank too much for the first time and it just happens.

So, well, you're taking your opportunity now.

Sort of.

Actually, you're super nervous, and your palms are damp as you press them into your ordinary, boring jeans. You'd dressed completely normal, you didn't even wear makeup today, just to make sure he was still interested. You're okay looking, but you don't find anything about you especially appealing.

But, you want to... well, you don't want to be uncomfortable for the rest of your life about your body. You want to know what you're doing, you don't want to be embarrassed and uncomfortable, so... plus, he's an older guy, right? He should know what he's doing, show you how to do it right.

Cerulli is pleased to hear that.

He leans thoughtfully against his desk a moment, his eyes trailing over you where you stand. He'd been hoping he hadn't made a mistake in propositioning you, but you've proved to be just the kind of girl he's looking for.

This is going to be fun.

"Are you sure?" He quirks a brow at you, and you nod your head resolutely.

"Yes. Pretty sure." You just wish you weren't so lame.

"Well then, what do you say we start your extra credit immediately?" He almost purrs, and you watch as his long legs carry him to the door. Your shoulders tense as he flicks the lock, drawing the curtain down over the window.

The sex ed room is off the side of the gym, and you have to walk outside just to get into the room. So, really, the two of you will hear anyone leaving the building and nearing, and it's honestly a very private room.

"I don't, I don't know how to do anything," you confess after a moment, looking down at your tightly clasped hands.

"I know." Cerulli is aware of your innocence, it's what makes you so appealing. He's glad the room doesn't have windows, that the door is the only way to enter. He leaves the lights on, his gaze flicking over the rows of desks in front of him.

Really, he's never been with one of his students before, and there's a certain... dark appeal to the whole situation. The thrill of knowing he's breaking the rules, that he's going to be taking someone's innocence away and introducing them to all the dark, forbidden pleasures of their body.

You're going to enjoy yourself.

"Don't worry your pretty little head," he says as he nears you where you stand at his desk, looking timid and uncertain. "We're going to go very slow. I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for, understand? Everything we do is going to be what you're comfortable with."

Really?

You hesitate, chewing your lower lip before you nod your head. That's sort of nice.

"Come here," Cerulli beckons, and it's all you can do to force yourself to move. You're much shorter than him, he's a very tall man, probably what makes him so intimidating. He's standing by his chair, his eyes on you, not moving from your face. He wants to see if you're being honest, if you're really up for what he's offering, or if you'll go running home to mommy and daddy.

You cross your arms as you stop in front of him, swallowing.

His lips curve.

He steps forward, and you flinch as you see his arm sweep by you. You hear him shuffling things behind you, and suddenly his hands are on your hips, shuffling you. You blink as he urges you to sit on top of his desk, and after a moment you lift yourself up, your feet dangling. His desk is a little high, but it does put the two of you at a more equal level.

"There, much better," he murmurs, cool fingers curling beneath your chin. You swallow again as you tentatively look up, seeing how dark his eyes are as they gaze at you. Your shoulders tense as his head dips, and after a moment you feel the softest brush of his lips against yours; your first kiss.

"There," he whispers. "Now you've been kissed."

You blink, and your shoulders relax slightly; so he really is going to go slow with you?

You tilt your chin a little higher, allowing him to kiss you again. At first, he just presses his lips against yours, but slowly they move, his hand curving to slip into your hair and hold you in place as he kisses you. You hesitantly mimic his movements, his other hand placed flat by your hip as he leans over.

Kissing isn't so bad.

His teeth gently close around your lower lip, tugging until you part them. You start a little as you feel his tongue slip into your mouth, your hand rising automatically to curl around his jacket sleeve.

French kissing, right, that's a thing.

You've only ever seen your parents give little pecks on the cheek to each other, the occasional kiss if they're having a good day. But never anything like this.

You know you're crossing a terrible line, letting your teacher kiss you like this, but you don't mind it. He doesn't seem to mind having control of the kiss, his fingers trailing across your shoulder, caressing down your arm until goosebumps are rising on your skin. You shift slightly, feeling his touch on your ribs, drawing lower, grasping your waist.

He's kissing you so languidly, as if he has all the time in the world. You have to remind yourself to breathe through your nose, that you're light headed because of that.

Your other hand rises hesitantly, fingers curling around his shoulder. Not to push him away, but so you can have some sort of grounding. He smells good, his cologne is soft and not overpowering, just enough for you to catch a whiff of it every now and again. You can feel the muscles in his arms when he shifts, and you wonder...

You pull away after a moment, breathless, needing to catch your bearings. You blink several times as you try to clear your head, and Cerulli merely gazes at you, licking his lips. You're as virginal as possible, and he simply cannot wait to take that away from you.

He likes the fact you're level headed, and he hopes you don't bring emotions into this. He doesn't want there to be any complications, that when you graduate, you never come back or cause him any problems.

"Well?" He drawls, his fingers flexing around your waist. "Are you ready to run, Miss (Y/L/N)?"

"N-no." You shake your head. Kissing isn't going to scare you, it's the... other stuff.

"Then let's keep going."

His hands close around your knees, and you tense automatically. His fingers trail up to your thighs, and he leans forward; this time, however, his lips go to your throat, getting just the slightest hint of vanilla off your skin.

Like candy.

You close your eyes, chewing your lower lip as his fingers stroke your thighs, and you know what he wants. You should open them, let him shift closer, but you're... not ready too. No one's ever seen you naked, and yes you're still wearing clothes now, but he...

You gasp, startling as you feel his teeth on your skin, your hands rising immediately to press at his shoulders. He chuckles, soothing the sting with his tongue, and using the opportunity to peel your thighs apart. You inhale sharply as he steps between them, his pelvis suddenly against yours. Your stomach tightens as you feel his body, suddenly unsure of your decision.

His lips are unwavering on your throat, kissing gently, his hands still curled around your thighs, keeping them around his hips. He's warm, and he feels good, and he's not pushing anymore. You really need to relax, you know that, but you're completely out of your league here.

"Please go slow," you whisper thoughtlessly, shuddering in his arms. The fluttering in your stomach is something you're unfamiliar with, and you're not sure if it's because you're afraid or not.

Cerulli pauses at your words, softening just the slightest.

"I won't hurt you," he murmurs in your ear, kissing the delicate skin behind it. "I'm going to make you feel good, Miss (Y/L/N). Very good. And I'll teach you how to make me feel the same."

You shiver at the huskiness of his tone, his fingers splaying against your lower back. He pulls your hips forward against his own, shifting slightly until there's... a rather nice friction. His lips return to your neck, suckling on one spot that makes your fingers tighten around the back of his neck.

Mmm, okay, it does feel good!

You close your eyes again, letting yourself enjoy his touches rather than be frightened by them. You swallow, finding you're starting to lean farther and farther back, until you're lying on the desk and he's on top of you, your legs instinctively curling around his waist.

Oh goodness that does feel good!

He nips at your throat, his chest on yours, and your thighs clench reflexively around his waist. He's just shuffling his hips right now, he's not even tried to remove your clothes, not touch you under them, but he doesn't need too.

Cerulli can feel your heart skitter as his hips grind down into yours, and it's the way your thighs close that he knows he's having the right effect. He's not going to have sex with you today, he's just showing you what his lips and body can do to yours effortlessly. You might be a virgin, but you have your own desires and secrets wants, ones that he's going to bring to the surface if it's he last thing he does.

He wonders if you're wet, how damp your white panties must be the longer he touches you. He's tempted to check, he wants to taste you, but he's not going to push.

You start up with another gasp that boils his blood as he bites lightly at your shoulder, your nails digging into his sides immediately.

Mmm, you have a spot after all, he's been looking for it.

"How do you feel?" He murmurs, taking that moment to cup your hips, pushing into you again until you shudder. You swallow hard, your stomach skittering. You're turned on, aren't you? There's a suspicious dampness between your thighs, and you're suddenly very warm and uncomfortable in your clothing.

"G-good," you stutter, almost embarrassed to admit it. This is what you're supposed to be feeling though, right? It's natural, it's right. There's nothing wrong with it.

"Do you want me to touch you?" He asks huskily, his temptation overwhelming his good sense.

Touch you?

"Aren't you already?" You ask nervously, and you feel the rumble in his chest before you hear his soft laughter.

"I mean like this," he whispers, and his hand slips away from your thigh. You suddenly find it hard to breathe as he cups your heat through your clothing, his fingers flexing against the rough material of your jeans. "I want to feel you."

Oh.

There.

Well, you --- that's certainly where you want him. You let your head fall back uncertainly against the desk, gazing up into those heated hazel eyes boring down into yours. They're dilated, and though his breathing isn't as hard as yours, he's not completely unaffected from touching you.

So far he's been gentle, and honestly, you can't stop squirming. Your lower half is throbbing slightly, it's hot, and you want nothing more than his cool fingers on your skin.

You nod your head, not quite able to make yourself speak. His eyes gleam, and he leans down to kiss you as his hands move to your jeans. He lets your thighs fall from his hips, making it easier for him to eagerly pop the button open. He leans up just slightly, drawing the zipper down.

Cute panties. A pale pink, with a little bow on the front.

His thumb hooks into the edge of them, along with your jeans, as he draws them lower.

Your fingers suddenly curl tightly around his wrist, your eyes flicking nervously to the door. You're still at school, after all, and ---.

"Not all the way off," you mumble, and he tilts his head in acknowledgement. Your grip flexes on his wrist, but after a moment you let go, leaning back on your elbows. Somewhere, you're aware you've still not accepted the fact of what you're doing. You're on your teachers desk, letting him touch and kiss you like no one else ever has. He's probably ten years older than you, it's wrong on so many levels, and yet you agreed to it.

His lips are soft on yours, urging you to lie back once more, and you do. He props himself over you with one arm, able to feel the pressure of your breasts against his chest; soon, he's going to have you completely undressed, your trembling body his to devour. He's going to show you pleasure you've never even dreamed of, ruin your body so that no college boy will ever be able to please it.

The thought makes him shiver.

His fingers are cold against your skin, and you're tense despite yourself as they slip into your underwear. You'd worn one of your cuter pairs, just because of the decision you made, but you're still not quite confident enough to be naked. His fingers graze your soft curls, your body going rigid as he finally finds your heat.

He groans softly against your lips, finding your body wet. You're tense, so he doesn't push, just lightly strokes his fingers against your damp folds. It doesn't feel bad, although your jeans make it slightly uncomfortable. Maybe you should have let him take them off after all.

"So you are enjoying yourself," he chuckles in your ear, nuzzling you as he trails his fingers upward. You inhale sharply as he presses against your bundle of nerves, suddenly unsure why there's a new rush of heat up your body that causes you to shift restlessly.

"Mmm, you're wet, Miss (Y/L/N)." he whispers, teeth tugging on your ear as he gently explores your heat, coating his fingers in your desire. "This feels good, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes." You flush at his words.

"Do you want me to do more?"

You nod your head, although you're not sure what that means.

Cerulli nuzzles your throat as his finger sinks lower, despite the hindrance of your clothing. Your nose wrinkles as he traces your heat, finding your core and slowly pushing a finger inside of you. Your thighs tighten, it's sort of uncomfortable, but not bad.

Oh, goddamn.

Cerulli closes his eyes, feeling how tight you are, how your body resists his intrusion. His fingers flex against the desk, his thumb slipping higher to touch your clit, rubbing it slowly. He's never been with someone so fucking tight, and the thought of it makes him lick his lips. He's had a virgin before, but not one so innocent as you.

Fuck, he suddenly can't wait.

His finger sinks a little deeper, pushing against your muscles until you're shuddering, your stomach clenching. His finger feels strange inside of you, but the way his thumb is rubbing that part of you, it makes everything feel better.

"Do you want more?" His voice is deep, and there's a sudden pressure against your thigh when he shifts over you. "Does it feel good? Tell me."

"It does," you rasp, your chest rising rapidly against his. "It feels really good."

"Mmm," He lightly kisses your lips, tongue delving into your mouth. His finger moves a little deeper, curling upwards against your wall. He's tempted to add a second, but he doesn't want to make you sore. Plus, your jeans are making the angle awkward, he needs to get rid of them.

You kiss him back slightly, your tongue rising to meet his, letting him lead you. You're starting to understand the appeal of sex, and if it wasn't for the fact you're at school, where someone can still find the two of you, you might not be so against taking all your clothes off right now.

You press closer to him, your hips shifting against his exploring hand. The heat in your stomach is uncomfortable now, tight and making you ache down below. You've touched yourself before, but you'd never gotten into it, and you suddenly understand why.

There.

Cerulli doesn't press any farther, feeling your body at its limit for his intrusion. You're very wet, which is exactly what he wanted; after touching you this way, and the way you're responding, surely you'll agree you want more? Surely you'll agree to let him ravish you.

It's taking all his restraint to not do it right now, to not strip you of your clothing and take you roughly on his very desk. He wants your innocence, he wants to kiss and suck every inch of your body, to fuck you until you're screaming out his name and cumming hard around him.

But not yet.

No, he needs to take his time, teach you.

However, he needs a different spot than the school, that's for sure.

Your eyes open as you feel his finger disappear, and he doesn't miss your look of disappointment as he straightens, pushing away from you completely. You hesitate, then sit up, your messed hair falling around your shoulders.

Oh, what a sight you are!

Your jeans still open, hair wild around your face, eyes dilated and lips swollen from the pressure of his own.

You look delectable.

"I think that's enough for today," Cerulli murmurs, gazing lustfully at you. "We can continue our lesson later."

"Later?" You hate how disappointed you sound, but you're still squirming, you can't help it. You glance at his hand, flushing as you see the gleam on his fingers. He arches a brow, and raises his fingers slightly.

"Would you like to taste yourself?" He murmurs, your eyes flicking to his in surprise. You hesitate, but your lips part automatically when his thumb traces them. He keeps his gaze on yours as he slowly slips one finger against your tongue, your lips closing around it.

Is that what you taste like?

Gross.

Why do guys like that?

Cerulli chuckles, seeing your cute nose wrinkle.

"Get yourself refreshed, and I'll see you tomorrow. I'm afraid we can't use the classroom, we'll have to take this somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?" You hesitate as he steps away from you, straightening his clothing. After a moment you slip off the desk, your legs dangerously wobbly as you hastily fix your jeans.

"Yes. Don't worry, I'll find us somewhere private for your... lessons." He murmurs with a twitch of your lips. "I do believe you're going to excel, Miss (Y/L/N). A plus."

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Jan 17, 2018

Mr. Cerulli

Cerulli x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Sensitive Situations.

"Miss (Y/L/N)."

Your grade is sort of... terrible, you're barely passing, and it's dragging down your GPA. You need to bring it up to an A so it doesn't mess you up on your college applications.

Cerulli sits down behind his desk, clasping his hands in front of him as he gazes at you.

"So speak," he says, and you clear your throat.

"I, I was wondering, if," you look down, feeling your face redden. "Well, I need to get my grade up. Is there some extra credit or something I can do?"

Cerulli's perfectly sculptured brows rise. "Extra credit?"

"Yes. It's messing with my GPA."

You cringe. "I know."

"So please explain to me why you need extra credit. Does the material make you so uncomfortable you decide not to listen?"

Well, he has you pegged, doesn't he?

You don't respond, studying the lines in your jeans.

Cerulli purses his lips thoughtfully.

"You graduate in three months, Miss (Y/L/N). I would hate for this class to... be your downfall."

Oh lord.

Can your face get any redder? You're mortified.

"Like what?" You ask, a little relieved as you raise your head.

It's the entire reason you're in this predicament.

"I can give you extra credit after school some days, allow you to raise your grade, if you wish." He says thoughtfully. "But it will be something that you won't be used too."

"It will?" You frown, not understanding.

Cerulli nods, his eyes trailing over you.

He just likes the thrill, the seduction.

And you... well, you're like a unpicked flower just waiting for the touch of someone.

Holy crap, he is serious!

Your eyes are wide, and you swallow nervously.

"But... but if I don't want too...?"

"I..." You don't even know what to say. You've never... he can't be serious. That's all you can keep thinking. "Are you... this isn't a joke?"

You've just never said that to anyone.

You might have no clue what you're doing, but Mr. Cerulli does.

But, there again...

"Why are you asking me something like this?" You ask after a moment, frowning as you look up at him. "I've never done anything in my life."

Right.

You should think about it, before you make a mistake.

You bob your head, grabbing your bag off the floor and slipping it over your shoulder. Your eyes flick to him nervously as you head for the door, finding his gaze never leaves you.

What are you getting in too?

~~~~~~~~

"Okay."

"Okay?"

You don't want to be like that.

So, well, you're taking your opportunity now.

Sort of.

Cerulli is pleased to hear that.

This is going to be fun.

"Are you sure?" He quirks a brow at you, and you nod your head resolutely.

"Yes. Pretty sure." You just wish you weren't so lame.

"I don't, I don't know how to do anything," you confess after a moment, looking down at your tightly clasped hands.

You're going to enjoy yourself.

Really?

You hesitate, chewing your lower lip before you nod your head. That's sort of nice.

You cross your arms as you stop in front of him, swallowing.

His lips curve.

"There," he whispers. "Now you've been kissed."

You blink, and your shoulders relax slightly; so he really is going to go slow with you?

Kissing isn't so bad.

French kissing, right, that's a thing.

You've only ever seen your parents give little pecks on the cheek to each other, the occasional kiss if they're having a good day. But never anything like this.

He's kissing you so languidly, as if he has all the time in the world. You have to remind yourself to breathe through your nose, that you're light headed because of that.

"Well?" He drawls, his fingers flexing around your waist. "Are you ready to run, Miss (Y/L/N)?"

"N-no." You shake your head. Kissing isn't going to scare you, it's the... other stuff.

"Then let's keep going."

Like candy.

"Please go slow," you whisper thoughtlessly, shuddering in his arms. The fluttering in your stomach is something you're unfamiliar with, and you're not sure if it's because you're afraid or not.

Cerulli pauses at your words, softening just the slightest.

"I won't hurt you," he murmurs in your ear, kissing the delicate skin behind it. "I'm going to make you feel good, Miss (Y/L/N). Very good. And I'll teach you how to make me feel the same."

Mmm, okay, it does feel good!

Oh goodness that does feel good!

He wonders if you're wet, how damp your white panties must be the longer he touches you. He's tempted to check, he wants to taste you, but he's not going to push.

You start up with another gasp that boils his blood as he bites lightly at your shoulder, your nails digging into his sides immediately.

Mmm, you have a spot after all, he's been looking for it.

"G-good," you stutter, almost embarrassed to admit it. This is what you're supposed to be feeling though, right? It's natural, it's right. There's nothing wrong with it.

"Do you want me to touch you?" He asks huskily, his temptation overwhelming his good sense.

Touch you?

"Aren't you already?" You ask nervously, and you feel the rumble in his chest before you hear his soft laughter.

Oh.

There.

So far he's been gentle, and honestly, you can't stop squirming. Your lower half is throbbing slightly, it's hot, and you want nothing more than his cool fingers on your skin.

Cute panties. A pale pink, with a little bow on the front.

His thumb hooks into the edge of them, along with your jeans, as he draws them lower.

Your fingers suddenly curl tightly around his wrist, your eyes flicking nervously to the door. You're still at school, after all, and ---.

The thought makes him shiver.

"Mmm, you're wet, Miss (Y/L/N)." he whispers, teeth tugging on your ear as he gently explores your heat, coating his fingers in your desire. "This feels good, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes." You flush at his words.

"Do you want me to do more?"

You nod your head, although you're not sure what that means.

Oh, goddamn.

Fuck, he suddenly can't wait.

"Do you want more?" His voice is deep, and there's a sudden pressure against your thigh when he shifts over you. "Does it feel good? Tell me."

"It does," you rasp, your chest rising rapidly against his. "It feels really good."

There.

But not yet.

No, he needs to take his time, teach you.

However, he needs a different spot than the school, that's for sure.

Oh, what a sight you are!

Your jeans still open, hair wild around your face, eyes dilated and lips swollen from the pressure of his own.

You look delectable.

"I think that's enough for today," Cerulli murmurs, gazing lustfully at you. "We can continue our lesson later."

Is that what you taste like?

Gross.

Why do guys like that?

Cerulli chuckles, seeing your cute nose wrinkle.

"Get yourself refreshed, and I'll see you tomorrow. I'm afraid we can't use the classroom, we'll have to take this somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?" You hesitate as he steps away from you, straightening his clothing. After a moment you slip off the desk, your legs dangerously wobbly as you hastily fix your jeans.

"Yes. Don't worry, I'll find us somewhere private for your... lessons." He murmurs with a twitch of your lips. "I do believe you're going to excel, Miss (Y/L/N). A plus."

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