isadora capri x fem!reader
warnings: praising, cunnilingus, fingering
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You were heading to the music room with your cello, everyone else decided to participate in the activities that Principal Dort had in place to get everyone excited for the Day Of Remembrance. You could finally get some peace and quiet, you had to make sure that you were perfect for your performance.
You approached the music room, the door was left wide open. You took a quick peek in the room, looking for anyone that could be in there but nobody was in there. After making sure nobody was in there, you walked in and went to find an empty chair. Once you found an empty chair, you began setting everything up; grabbing the cello stopper from your bag and placing it down on the floor. You pulled the endpin down, making sure it was aligned properly on the stopper and carefully rested the cello between your legs as you sat down; holding the bow in your right hand.
“I cannot screw this up.”
You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes then started with the beginning of Prokofiev’s “Dance of the Knights” from Romeo and Juliet.
You kept taking small breaths as you continued on in the music, but then you heard a familiar voice; causing you to mess up.
“Y/N?” A woman with strawberry blonde hair approached you as she called your name, she smelled like warm coffee during a nice fall evening.
You looked up at her, it was Miss Capri, the new head of music teacher. The woman you’ve always admired when you had lessons with her, you took a small glimpse at her then looked away immediately.
“I thought you were with Principal Dort.” You said.
She began fidgeting with her hands.
“I was, but my mind couldn’t help but wonder who the person was in here practicing.” She replied as she walked up to you.
She placed her right hand on your shoulder then took her left hand and placed it underneath your chin, lifting your head up a bit to make sure you were making eye contact with her.
“You’ve been avoiding me recently; you’ve been quieter than usual too, sweetheart.”
“May I ask why?” She questioned.
You instantly broke the eye contact with her, “I have my own things to worry about.” You answered.
She leaned over a bit, bringing her mouth close to your ear.
“Oh please, don’t act like I haven’t noticed you noticing me ever since you started your lessons with me.” she whispered then moved her mouth away from your ear.
You instantly looked at her, she immediately caught your attention.
“I think it’s very..intriguing, I must say.” She finished as she grabbed the cello resting between your legs, carefully placing it on the floor next to the chair you sat on and grabbed the bow from your hand; placing it down next to where the cello is.
She then pulled you up from the chair, placing her left hand on your waist and her right hand on your cheek. Your eyes immediately fell on her lips, you wanted her to kiss you right now more than ever. She noticed you staring at her lips, a smile appearing on her lips now. She immediately knew what you were thinking.
“May I?” She asked, her thumb now caressing your bottom lip.
You nodded, you gave her your approval and within seconds; her lips crashed against yours. She did not have to fight for dominance, she instantly knew she had you submissively.
The makeout session continued across the room, you felt the back of your body against her desk as she began unbuttoning your blouse and placing it on the side of the desk. She carefully lifted you up, placing you on top of the desk then you pulled your lips away from hers.
You stared into her hazel colored eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” You asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be sure about this?” She replied.
A smile lit up on your face, you tugged on her shirt and pulled her in for another kiss; this time, making sure your lips stayed connected with hers.
Her hand trailed down to your skirt, she slightly tugged at the waist band; placing her hand down your skirt and using two of her fingers to pull your panties to the side, making sure her fingers had easier entry.
With each passionate kiss, you could feel her inserting her fingers inside of you. They began pumping in and out at a slow and steady pace, her fingers brushing softly against every sweet spot you had with each curl of her fingers; making you slightly gasp against her lips.
Your hands pressed gently against her back, trying to get ahold of something to grab on.
She began picking up the pace, pulling her lips away from yours; now placing gentle kisses along your neck as you closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasure of her dominating you.
Your whines felt like music to her ears, the rhythm of your breathing matched up with hers as she took her time with you.
Her fingers then curled against your g-spot, making a knot form in your stomach as you cried out in pleasure.
“Miss Capri..” you whispered.
Hearing you say her name like that instantly had her, she was turned on even more by how you said her name.
You desperately needed her more.
The way her fingers worked inside you, it was like she was playing an instrument and you were the instrument she was playing.
You hid your face in the crook of her neck as she picked up the pace more, working her fingers faster and faster inside you; nails digging in her shoulder, fighting to hold onto something.
“Deep breaths, you’re doing so good sweetheart.” She praised, planting a kiss on your forehead.
The ladder to your climax proceeded to continue to build up more and more as her fingers traced against your spongy sweet spots, she was determined more than ever to help you arrive at your climax. She gazed over at you, looking at your facial expressions; she knew you were right there, ready to release yourself.
She moved her mouth close to your ear, now whispering in your ear.
“Go right ahead, darling.” She whispered as her fingers curled one last time against your g-spot, immediately causing you to release yourself from your climax.
Your warm juices covered her fingers, her pace began to slow down; two fingers became one, and one became none as she carefully removed them from your entrance. She pulled her hand out from your skirt, she looked around at the desk looking for something to clean her fingers off with and spotted a roll of paper towels to the left of you—ripping a piece of paper towel from the roll with her other hand, now using it to clean the mess you made on her fingers.
After cleaning her fingers off, she tossed the paper towel in the trash can next to her desk and glanced over at you. Your breathing was still scattered, trying its best to get back to normal as you took slow deep breaths.
She placed her hand underneath your chin and gave you a quick peck on the lips, you kissed her back. As you pulled your lips away from hers, you could see a gentle smirk on her lips. You instantly knew she was not done with you just yet.
“I’m not done with you yet, honey.” She commented.
You raised an eyebrow at her as her hands tugged at the hem of your skirt, pulling it down your legs along with your panties. She placed both your skirt and panties to the side where your blouse is at then got down on her knees, her head leveling where the bottom half of your body is.
She spread your legs opened wide and began planting kisses between your thighs, traveling closer to your core. Your body shivered with each kiss, and you looked down at her; instantly making eye contact with her as she glanced up at you. Next thing you felt was her tongue against your clit, gently licking it and moving her tongue in a clockwise motion; causing you to slightly throw your head back.
You placed your right hand on the top of her head, your fingers getting tangled up in her strawberry blonde hair as your left hand gently gripped on the edge of the desk for support. You pulled her head closer to your core as she continued to place gentle licks against your clit, making you want her even more all over again.
“Fuck,” you cursed underneath your breath.
The woman you always admired was eating you out right then and there, in her own classroom. It’s not what you had imagined, but you weren’t complaining; it felt like you were winning in life right in that moment.
You bit the bottom of your lip, trying to not be too loud just in case anyone was in the hallway to hear. Your whines remained constant and consistent, progressively getting a bit louder as her licks began to pick up the pace.
Your climax began to build up all over again, your breath shuddering with each move her tongue made. In a instant, you could feel yourself slipping away from what was happening; you began to see the stars as you felt her tongue putting more pressure into each lick, pushing you to the edge causing you to cry out her name with your release.
Within seconds, you couldn’t feel the pressure anymore. She moved her head up your body, planting kisses as she traveled back up to your face. You remained quiet, catching your breath as the two of you made eye contact with each other - not knowing what to say next.
She tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear with a smile on her face, “There we go, now I can have a better look at you.”
Your cheeks flushed immediately, you felt very flattered.
“Someone’s all flustered again, awh.” She giggled.
She placed a kiss on your cheek then grabbed your clothes and placed them on your lap.
“You should get dressed, we don’t want you looking like a hot mess when you go out to meet with the rest of the other students. Do we now?” She mentioned as she fixed her hair and her clothes, making sure she looked all tidy.
You quietly chuckled as you got up from the top of the desk and started getting dressed again, your legs were still slightly wobbly. You put your panties back on, then your skirt and started buttoning your blouse back up again. After you finished buttoning up your blouse, Miss Capri begins to tidy up your hair, making sure you look your absolute best.
“Until next time?” You asked curiously.
“You should already know the answer to your question, dearest.” She answered.
“Now go before anyone realizes that you’re not there yet, I’ll put your cello back in your room for you.” She noted.
She brushed her hand against your cheek, leaning in and pressing her lips against yours—kissing you.
“I promise this is not a one time thing,”
“Come back here later tonight, please? We can discuss whatever this is.” She grabbed your hand, holding your hand—tracing her thumb against your hand.
She kisses you again and you kissed her back.
“Until tonight,” she said.
“Until tonight,” you whispered.
