Thank you all for the requests! I sort of combined them all, I hope you enjoy!🤍 (I kinda got carried away, sorry this is so long)
Warnings: fem!reader, legal age gap (teacher-student), smut, oral female recieving, pnv sex, squirting
I fall to pieces when I’m with you
It had all started when Sam – or what you really should know him by, Mr Lombardo – had noticed a disappointing slip in your grades. You had been his best student, passing with flying colours and shining like a star.
Though it wasn’t just your grades that really made you stand out, it was your beauty, your elegance and femininity that exuded from you every time you stepped into his classroom with your saddle shoes and a skirt far too short for school. But you were effortless, not a try-hard. You weren’t asking for anything; you had your own dreams and goals and didn’t want anything to stand in your way of achieving them, which was why it caused him to worry when he noticed the dark cracks that formed within you. Your eyes caved in dark plum skin, almost appearing bruised from a lack of sleep, and your shining A+’s dulled down to ugly D’s and E’s.
It was a heartbreaking sight, and Sam really couldn’t get your wounded image out of his head no matter how hard he tried. Now of course, he wasn’t the only one with obsessive thoughts. You were equally entangled in the fantasies that you secretly shared for one another. He was your favourite teacher, especially your favourite teacher to admire as his muscles flexed when writing on the board, and every time he praised you for your achievements, you felt an insatiable heat pool in the pit of your stomach.
Slowly, over the months, you found yourself in his office more and more often. Meetings disguised as work feedback which were really just a time for you to talk together about your favourite books or films. You two shared a lot in common, so it was unsurprising when an undeniable bond began to form, one that neither of you wanted to admit to for fear that it would be destroyed.
Seeing you less and less as well as seeing you slowly fall apart eventually led Sam to snap. He called you in to his office with a concerned gaze, peering at you through his glasses as you slumped in your chair whilst picking at your brittle nails, one leg thrown over the other, hiking up your skirt to reveal parts of your skin he had never seen before, and he had to remind himself as to why he really called you in here.
“So are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
There was no easing into the conversation, yet the question wasn’t abrasive; it was gentle and filled with genuine worry. When you remained silent save for a dry swallow, he leaned back in his chair and sighed.
“Look, I’m worried about you, okay? You seem so exhausted, and I’m not just worried about your grades. I want – need to know whatever it is that’s eating away at you.”
Truth be told, you honestly didn’t know what was wrong. You just felt empty…disconnected and tired, like everything was pointless. You knew he wasn’t talking to you as just a teacher but as someone who really did care for you. Months of talking about anything, as well as the stolen glances and racing hearts, was something bigger than the two of you had cared to admit. You felt safe talking to him, opening up to him.
“I just – I’m so tired.”
Your voice trailed off and broke into pieces, tears brimming your eyes.
Sam’s eyes softened, and he gestured for you to come over to him.
Standing on shaking legs like a fawn that was just learning to walk, you made your way around his desk and into his open arms, instantly melting into him as sobs wracked your body.
He pulled you onto his lap, one hand firm around your waist and the other cradling the back of your head.
“Shh, sweetheart, I know, I know. You’re okay.”
He held you for what seemed like hours until you finally calmed down, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head, stroking your back to comfort you.
When your sobs subsided, you glanced up at him, unable to say anything, but the look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.
You wrapped your arms around his strong torso, clinging onto him tightly as if he was the only thing that could keep you safe.
He continued to mumble comforting words, wanting you to feel better.
“Everything’s going to be fine, yeah? We can sort things out; you just gotta stop hiding from me. I’ve missed my sweet girl; class hasn’t been the same without you.”
Your heart rate picked up as he spoke those words.
“I’ve missed you too, Sam, so much.”
Your face inched up closer to his, lips parting in anticipation.
“Baby you don’t even know.”
He murmured before pressing his lips against yours delicately, kissing you slowly with gentle passion and months of unspoken words all pouring out with a simple meeting of your lips.
You breathed heavily through your nose, sitting up in his lap and tangling your hands in his hair.
He eventually pulled away, placing a final peck against you.
You groaned, missing the feeling of him against you, and he stroked your cheek gently.
“I think I should take you home, hm?”
“Oh, okay.”
The disappointment was evident in your tone, and Sam was quick to pick up on it.
“I’d love to stay with you all evening, sweetheart, but you’ve had a rough day, and I don’t want to take advantage of you, okay? I’m not going anywhere, though, alright? How about you call me when you feel better and can think clearly? I’ll be waiting.”
Your face heated up as he made his feelings open to you, and though you wanted him so badly, you appreciated how careful he was with you, not desperate to just give in to lust.
The ride home was mainly silent, with occasional random conversations, but you felt so content sitting right next to him in the passenger seat of his run-down, forest-coloured pickup truck, driving along the roads of Blue Bay.
He parked a street away from your house and opened the door on your side of the truck and shut it behind you, pressing you up against it and pressing kisses to your lips.
“You just come find me whenever you’re ready, okay? Get some rest.”
You nodded and kissed his cheek before heading down the street with a newfound lightness to your steps, turning at the end of the street and blowing a kiss at him, causing him to chuckle and blow one back to you as he watched you disappear around the corner like you were a figment of his imagination.
Over the weekend, you spent hours talking to him on the phone. Lying in your sheets in skimpy pyjamas with the pink phone cord tangled between your fingers, stomach tightening at the sound of his voice.
You were nervous, not wanting to make the first move, though you knew it was what he was waiting for. A confirmation that you wanted to give in to the relationship that you two had built, a confirmation that you wanted him, wanted to be his.
After every call you turned onto your stomach, your hand creeping underneath your pink cotton shorts and damp undies to relieve yourself of the ache that he had caused to rise within you. You rubbed your puffy clit pretending it was his fingers instead, hips squirming against the mattress as his name fell silently from your mouth with heavy gasps.
You dragged your fingers down to your entrance, picturing what it would feel like to have his cock buried deep inside of you, knowing it would be so much bigger and reach far deeper than your nimble fingers. You pumped them in a few times, your cunt bucking into your own hand as you dreamed of his muscular body and gorgeous face, feeling yourself clench and spasm.
You always came with his name on your lips, eyes squeezing shut and legs trembling as you collapsed from exhaustion and a strange lack of satisfaction, one that you knew only he would ever be able to give to you.
By Sunday night you couldn’t take it anymore. Sinful desperation had taken over, and you knew exactly which door you would be knocking on the following morning.
You picked out your favourite underwear, a cherry red lingerie set that pushed your breasts up perfectly and panties that hardly covered anything at all.
You paired this with a blood-red gloss and made sure to layer mascara over your lashes, wanting your eyes to look like a doll’s, wide and wanting.
When you showed up at his office the next morning, shirt slightly unbuttoned to reveal the teasing red strap of your bra, Sam almost drooled, and he had just barely gotten a taste of the rest of what you were ready to give to him.
He could see the look in your eyes and the curve of your lips that were practically begging for him to come over and ruin you. He sat staring at you as you stood in his doorway before walking in and kicking the door closed behind you. He swallowed hard.
“Fucking hell, baby. Lock the door.”
He practically growled at you.
You did as he said and stood waiting for him; you wanted him to completely take you, wanted him to take control and have you the way he craved so badly.
He got up from his chair, its legs creaking with the loss of his sturdy weight, and strode over to you, large hands immediately grabbing your hips and smashing his mouth to yours, both of you moaning instantly.
His palm moved to cup your bare ass under your tiny skirt, lifting you up with ease and holding you against him; you could already feel his erection poking through your thin, lace panties. You mewled as he squeezed your flesh and carried you over to his desk, the two of you panting heavily with open mouths.
He stood between your spread thighs, red lace peeking out at him, causing him to harden further, if even possible, his cock visibly straining against his trousers.
He pulled away, your gloss smeared over both of your mouths, your lips swollen and quivering.
“God, look at you.”
He groaned, staring down at what he believed to be his own personal angel sent down from heaven just for him.
Your body heated up with his stare, thighs tightening around his hips.
“You want this? Want us?”
Sam panted, his question not just about the sex, but the two of you committing to what was so wrong but felt so right.
You nodded eagerly.
“Please, Sam. Been wanting you for months; I can’t take it anymore.”
He smirked, not sinisterly, but with pride and pure adoration. He loved seeing how desperate you were for him, feeling how long this had been torturing the two of you for all these months.
“Yeah, baby? Need me, huh? You know how much trouble we could get into and how wrong it is that we fell for each other?”
He leaned in to leave burning, wet kisses along the column of your neck, mumbling his words.
“But I’ve been needing you too, sweetheart. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Being together like this.”
You nodded furiously again, heart and thighs trembling in anticipation, not just for this moment but for all that was yet to come.
You moaned, bucking your hips against his erection, desperate for any sort of friction.
He was driving you absolutely crazy, your head spinning with desire.
“Fuck, I can’t take it. Touch me, Sam. Please – I need you to touch me.”
You pouted at him, eyes wide and pleading, your pussy aching for him.
“Oh, I know, baby; I’ll take such good care of you right here in this office, hm?”
He nipped your neck.
“Right where I have school meetings, where other teachers and students come in. I’m gonna fuck you right here, only you.”
He panted, fingers already fiddling with the remaining buttons on your shirt, then reaching to unbutton his too, leaving you both shirtless, your chests both heaving.
When he saw you in that scandalous bra, breasts bulging at the trim, he almost came right away.
“Shit. This all for me?”
“Wore it just for you, Sam, all for you.”
You leaned back on your hands, pushing your chest up towards him, and he immediately lost it, biting all over the exposed skin.
Groaning, you pulled his head closer towards you and continued bucking your hips, seeking that sweet friction once more.
His hands reached behind you to unclasp your bra, breasts bouncing as they were freed, and Sam closed his mouth against your nipple, swirling his tongue over it and sucking, drawing elicit moans from you.
His fingers pinched at the other one, not leaving any part of you untouched.
When he pulled away, the cool air hit against your wet breast, and you shivered from the sensation.
“Can't wait anymore, sweetie; can I taste you?”
His voice was hoarse with desire, and you were quick to mumble an almost incoherent “yes”, giving him permission to do what he wanted.
Wasting no time, he bunched your skirt up around your waist and almost tore your tiny panties as he dragged them down your legs.
Sam dropped down to his knees in front of you, admiring the new intimate flesh he now had access to, gripping your ass and tugging you closer to his face and burying himself between your thighs.
You almost exploded with the feel of him on your dripping pussy, letting out a pornographic moan as your thighs clenched around his head.
His tongue and lips were relentless on your cunt, licking and sucking over the soft flesh of your folds, humming into you, the vibrations causing you to shake and whine.
He pulled away for a split second to shush you gently.
“Try to stay quiet for me, baby. Don’t want anyone to hear what I’m doing to you, do we?”
Your lips pursed together in an attempt to stay silent, and your eyes rolled back as he continued to lap at your pussy like a man starving. He alternated between sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue, each sensation sending you to a whole other world.
Your juices were smeared all over the bottom half of his face, which only egged him on, his cock painfully hard and leaking with precum, staining the front of his trousers, but his only focus right now was devouring you.
Small grunts continued to escape you, and you pushed his head further into your cunt.
He was clearly experienced, eating you out in such a precise way that showed he knew exactly what he was doing. You didn’t even think to be jealous of all those who came before you; you were just so lost in bliss that all you could care about was his mouth on your most intimate parts.
You felt that familiar sensation burning in your lower stomach, though it was so much more intense than all the times you had brought it upon yourself.
“Mm, Sam – fuck, I’m gonna-.”
He cut you off.
“Go on, baby, let yourself go, cum on my tongue.”
His praising words against you pushed you over the edge. You shook hard as you cried out, your orgasm completely taking over you as you felt him continue to lick at you.
Eventually, you came down from your high and collapsed back onto the desk, and Sam pulled himself away from you, pressing gentle kisses on your inner thighs.
He licked your slick off his mouth and hummed.
“You did amazing, sweetie; you taste so fucking good.”
He pulled your limp, trembling body up from the desk and met your lips with his own, letting you taste yourself against his tongue.
“Was so-fuck-so good, Sam.”
You murmured, arousal already reigniting within you with the way he touched your skin and held you so close.
“Think you can handle one more? You got me so hard, baby; I need to feel my sweet girl around my cock.”
“Mhm, need to feel you inside me; been waiting so long.”
At your words he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your stomach, so you were bent over the desk with your ass up.
He was quick to undo his belt and free his aching length from his pants and boxers, running his hands up and down your back, giving your ass a gentle slap before lining himself up with your hole.
“Sure you want this? We can always stop.”
He mumbled into your neck as he leaned over you.
“No. Don’t stop.”
You pushed your ass back against him, drawing a deep groan from both of you.
After your consent, he pushed himself inch by inch into you, stretching your walls around his thick cock until he was fully buried within you.
Panting, he waited for you to give him the okay to move, growling as you did so and immediately thrusting into you, slowly at first.
“Sam, harder, faster.”
Those were the only words you could get out as you lay your head down against the desk, unable to hold yourself up due to the blinding pleasure you were currently enduring.
At your demand, he rutted his hips harshly into you, your ass smacking against your hips as he pounded into you at a brutal pace, the two of you hardly able to contain your moans.
You were practically falling to pieces right there beneath him, mumbling nonsense as he fucked you stupid, occasionally smacking your ass.
He pressed more gentle kisses along your back to soothe you, wanting to show you how much this moment meant to him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect for me. Feel so fucking tight and good around my cock, taking me so well like such a good girl.”
He lifted your hips up to help you stay upright and fuck you at a deeper angle, the head of his dick nudging your cervix, having you practically sobbing beneath him, from pleasure this time, not sadness.
He could feel the both of you grow close to cumming, so he flipped you over without pulling out.
“Want to see your pretty face when you come around me, sweetheart. Want to watch you fall apart for me.”
You were achingly close and felt an unfamiliar sensation build within you.
“Feels weird.”
His face hardened.
“Bad weird?”
“No good weird, really fuckin’ good, just different.”
You mumbled as Sam began to smile.
“Just let it happen, baby. Go on, let yourself feel it all.”
His words came out through gritted teeth; he was just as close as you were, but he wanted to watch you finish first.
Suddenly, you felt yourself burst. Orgasm spreading through you like a wildfire, and you squirted all over his cock, thighs, and stomach. Liquid shot out of you, soaking the floor and desk as you cried out in heavenly pleasure.
The sight of you sent him spiralling, pulling out of you and shooting hot ropes of milky cum all over your smooth stomach, groaning your name as his eyebrows furrowed.
“Fuck, did you know you could do that?”
He panted.
You shook your head, feeling slightly embarrassed at the huge mess you’d made.
Sam lifted your chin to look at him.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. Going to make you do that every time.”
He picked you up and kissed your face softly.
“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”
He chuckled, carrying you over to the small bathroom in his office, wiping both of you down with a damp washcloth.
After you were both clean and dressed again, you laid together on the leather couch, at peace in each other’s arms.
“You’re my girl, yeah?”
“Your girl.”
You whispered back to him, feeling sleepy as your face rested against his bicep.
“Don’t you worry about those grades, yeah? I’ll take care of them; you’ve worked plenty hard.”
Smiling, you felt the sleep overcome you, fully relaxed here with him.
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