#teacher!luke

[silvyri]

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Tonight is not Luke's night. His car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, his phone is out of battery, and it's going to take him hours to walk back into town. Not to mention he's getting harassed by a guy in a truck who's either a serial killer or just doesn't know how to take no as an answer.

A biker bar might be his salvation.

[5-seconds-in-heaven]

Bad Teacher Pt. 2

Since Tuesday, you have had detention in Mr. Hemmings’s room every day of the week. Each of those after-school hours have started with the principal, Mr. Christensen, coming in to personally thank Mr. Hemmings for “so graciously” giving up his own time to look over “our school’s delinquents,” which he thinks he says quietly. After that, he looks at you and corrects himself: “delinquent.”

Mr. Hemmings gives Mr. Christensen his most charming smile and replies with some garbage about “I just love these kids!” Once Mr. Christensen turns around to leave the room, he looks you in the eyes, their normal icy blue hue clouded with lust. Once the principal leaves, Mr. Hemmings waits for a minute to make sure he is gone for good. After that, he calmly stands and saunters to your desk, where you look up at him with your biggest puppy-dog eyes.

On Wednesday, Mr. Hemmings taught you the basics on giving a blowjob: swirling your tongue, sucking on just the head, cupping the balls. The works. As a beginner, you couldn’t end up making him cum, and you accidentally scratched his dick with your teeth…more than once. Despite that, he still reassured you that you did fine and that you would only get better. A gentle kiss was all you needed to be calmed down.

Because everything was brand new to you, you thought you would be nervous, but your teacher had a very good way of making you feel comfortable at all times. Mr. Hemmings was constantly asking if you were okay and comfortable, making butterflies fly around in your stomach. Each time, you would reassure him with your own gentle kiss to his plump lips.

Once you left school on Wednesday, you rode your bike home, smiling and feeling giddy the whole way, despite your jaw, which felt like it could dehinge and fall off at any given minute. Your stomach dropped and the smile immediately fell off your face as you rode up your driveway and to the front porch, where you found your next-door neighbors, Jean and Paul Esler, standing in front of the door. Paul’s arm was around Jean, holding her close to him. As they heard you riding up, they both turned around to look at you. Their faces showed the same fear you felt at the moment– their eyebrows were contorted upwards, the concern they felt was evident in their eyes.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” Jean said, clearly trying to sound too-cheerful, probably because she could tell that you were terrified at the thought of what could have brought them over here. “We just wanted to come over to see if your parents…” she trailed off, not able to come up with anything, looking to Paul to save her.

And so he did. Paul quickly finished her sentence, “wanted to come over for game night any time!” Jean laughed nervously, nodding at the same time. “We do family game night every Sunday with our chicklets, we thought it might be nice for you and your folks to join sometime.”

A grateful smile found its place on your face. You liked these two, but quickly felt yourself growing envious, wishing your own parents could be as kindhearted as these strangers. They were your neighbors, but you didn’t really talk to any of the other families in your neighborhood, on account of the fact that they can all hear your parents screaming and breaking things on an almost-nightly basis.

Paul continued as he heard more yelling coming from inside the house, “Maybe we should come back another time. Feel free to come over any time you like, (Y/N). For game night, or anything else.” He gave you a pathetic smile, letting the way he pitied you show.

The couple began walking across the lawn to their own house, but before they were out of hearing-distance, you heard Jean whisper, “Are you sure we should let her go in there?”

Staring at the ground, you could feel your eyes wettening. Blinking away the tears, you looked up to the sky; it was dark and cloudy, and you wondered if it was going to rain. Inhaling deeply, you walk the rest of the way to the door, open it, and enter your house.

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Thursday. It had been impossible for you to keep your eyes open all day long, even at lunch. Most of your friends knew better than to ask what was up. By the time fifth hour rolled around, you decided it was pointless to be in class when all you could do was hold your eyelids open with your fingers and retain zero information at all.

In the nurses office, they have beds that are uncomfortable with noisy, crinkly paper. At the moment, that sounded like heaven to you. You made yourself at home on one of those tiny, noisy beds and drifted into a light sleep in a matter of seconds. Fifth hour passed by, as did most of sixth hour, and by the time you woke up and took a minute to ponder how long you’d been sleeping, your eyes shot wide open and you sat up. You slowly peeked around the curtain that hid the view of the bed from the rest of the nurse’s office. She was nowhere to be found, but you left anyway. Walking briskly through the school, you first peeked into the small window on Mr. Hemmings’s door, trying to see if he was still in there. When you didn’t see him at his desk, your heart stopped. All the places he could possibly be began listing themselves off in your brain.

Reaching for the handle, you’re stopped as you feel a hand on your wrist. You gasp as you slowly turn around, afraid to meet the gaze of the hand’s owner. When you finally meet his narrow, ice-cold gaze, your eyes widen as you finally realize just how angry this man is, though you don’t quite understand why. “Um,” you begin quietly, about to explain yourself, but you are interrupted by your captor.

“You,” he breathes, bending down to whisper into your ear, “are in so much trouble, young lady.” His hot breath sent shivers down your spine, and you can’t help but notice how his dark words made a wetness pool inside your panties. He opens the door and pushes you inside. Before you can even turn around, he drives you over to a desk and bends you over it, so swiftly that you gasp. You flashback to Tuesday, the last time you were bent over a desk like this, and bite your lip, excited for what you believe is to come.

Just like last time, Mr. Hemmings lifts your skirt to show off your red thong. From behind you, you can hear the man groan as he views your panties for the first time. You smirk at his reaction. He kneads your ass for a minute before kneeling down to place an open-mouthed kiss on each cheek. Smiling, you paitiently awaited the treatment you had received two days earlier, surprised that he was going to go down on you again after you made him wait and wonder where you were.

Mr. Hemmings removes his mouth, and you can feel the cold air where his lips had just left two wet spots on your ass. You rest your head on your hands as you await his return, wondering what he was doing, but also remembering yesterday when you tried turning around. Growing impatient, you begin to turn around, but as you do, a hand comes down hard on your bum. You let out a scream and immediately cover your mouth afterwards. That definitely left a hand print. “I’m sorry babygirl,” Mr. Hemmings began, “but you deserve punishment for making Daddy worry about you.” At his words, you let out a quiet, quivering moan. Never would you have pegged Mr. Hemmings, innocent, sexy math teacher, as a rough, kinky dom in bed. “Count for me, baby,” he commanded. “That was one.” His hand came down hard again, the sound of his hand meeting your skin filling the room. You squeezed your eyes shut and covered your mouth tightly to stop your scream from being heard.

You moved your hands away from your moved and choked out, “Two.” This happened again and again, eight more times. By the time the tenth spanking rolled around, your eyes brimmed with tears, your ass cheeks glowing red and throbbing in pain. Mr. Hemmings grabbed ahold of your shoulder, gently turning you around. As your butt hit the cool wood desk, you gasped and winced, jumping down off the desk to relieve yourself of the pain.

Mr. Hemmings pulled you into his chest, where you laid your head, breathing deeply. He smelled of the same deep, earthy scent as he did yesterday. Placing a gentle kiss atop your head, he pulled away from you, still holding you by the shoulders. Analyzing your entire face, he slowly brought his hands up to your eyes to wipe away your tears before pulling you back into his chest. “I’m sorry (Y/N). I was so worried about you not being in class, I got carried away with your punishment.” In reply, you nodded slowly, closing your eyes and inhaling his scent slowly. “Please, sit down,” Mr. Hemmings instructed you. You did as he said, sitting slowly, testing if you could do it.

Mr. Hemmings walked to his desk, holding his chin in his hand as if he was thinking about something. Five minutes later, the principal entered the room. Your teacher’s head snapped over to view the man entering the room.

“Hello, Mr. Hemmings.”

“Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?”

“Just checking in; making sure all is well.”

Mr. Hemmings chuckled, “Yes, sir, everything’s fine here. This one delinquent isn’t too much to handle.” He smirked, flicking his eyes over to meet yours for a brief moment.

They continued their conversation for a short time, as they did you took your time admiring your handsome teacher. His broad shoulders and disheveled hair, the way the muscles in his jaw tightened and relaxed as he talked and laughed. You knew you should stop staring, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the man. As the saggy white man next to Mr. Hemmings turned around to leave, he made purposeful eye contact with you, holding it as he turned the handle and left the room.

Mr. Hemmings put his feet up on his desk and leaned back in his chair, his chin back in his hands, still thinking hard. Instead of staring at him, you decided to stare at the clock, counting down each second until 3:45.

When the clock finally struck 3:45, you picked up your bags and walked over to your teacher’s desk. “Mr. Hemmings?” You spoke quietly, trying to get his attention to pull him out of his daze. Immediately, his eyes snapped to yours and he was out of his chair. He walked around to the other side of the desk so he was standing in front of you.

“It’s too dangerous here, (Y/N). We can’t keep doing this.” Hearing these words, your heart dropped. Just forty five minutes earlier, he had seemed so worried about your whereabouts. What changed?

You started speaking, not making eye contact with the man “I—.” Mr. Hemmings interrupted you.

“I want you to come to my house.”

[there-is-no-right-way]

has anybody else in the dinluke base noticed that @iam.mrluke on Instagram is LITERALLY luke skywalker as a teacher?

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Teacher!Luke (2) Masterlist

part one

50 Seconds of Sketch or 50 Shades of Luke (ao3) - FullmetalAkatsuki luke/calum M, 1k

Summary: Luke is teaching Psychology at an American University. He notices that Camille, one of his students is not as knowledgeable as he thought she was. He offers her extra credit.

Even Mountains Crumble Into The Sea (ao3) - spacepixie luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 18k

Summary: I got the idea off one of those tumblr prompt things in which two students are in detention and are forced to sit together and then they fall in love etc etc. Except i liked the idea of using two teachers stuck together doing detention duty because i feel that grown up 5sos are extremely attractive. This was meant to be a one shot but i got a bit carried away oops.The title is from San Francisco.Any feedback is appreciated either here or on Tumblr (midnightbi) *I don't own any characters or lyrics used in this work*,Enjoy

Hot for Teacher (ao3) - FayeHunter michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael doesn’t want to be up this early bringing his niece to school. At least the teacher is hot

it's so simple (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 5k

Summary: Morning sunlight filters through the windows. In the air, the citrusy scent of lavender and lemon cleaner mingles with dust particles caught in the rays. It’ll be a mess by the end of the day; the kitchen is, after all, the epicentre of activity in the Hood-Hemmings household. Fluorescent lights illuminate stacks of used dishes and dirt-stained skirting boards indiscriminately, but they can never quite capture the versatility of the room. At any moment, the wood countertops and checkerboard tiles might transform into a lively dance floor, a charming cafe, a paper-strewn study.

This is more than just a kitchen. It’s a storybook with walls.

i want to teach you a lesson (in the worst kind of way) (ao3) - softirwin michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 5k

Summary: “Who’s that, sir?” Lily asks, jabbing at the window.

“The new PE teacher,” Michael says.

“He’s cute,” Sarah says, and a couple of the girls nod vigorously.

“He’s also twice your age,” Michael says. “Go on, off to your practice rooms.” The girls groan, but one by one pull themselves away from the window and start to wander off. Michael stays by the window, one eye on the girls to make sure they actually go where they’re supposed to and one eye on the new PE teacher, who’s dividing the class up into groups and handing out footballs. He is kind of hot, Michael supposes, if you’re into muscular guys who are clearly good at sports. Which Michael most definitely is.

Lay Me Down (ao3) - stelleshine luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 101k

Summary: Calum is the one thing Luke has as his world falls down around him.

Like We Were Schoolkids (ao3) - punchinginadream  Michael/Luke NR, 2k

Summary: It was hard to say what exactly led Michael and Luke to each other. If you asked Luke, he would say it was fate. But if you asked Michael, he'd simply say it was because his son doesn't know how to tie his shoes.

Pt. I - Limit of Passion (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: Michael's a horny student and Luke's his hot new teacher.

Teacher's Boy (ao3) - MukeOnTheRocks calum/ashton, michael/luke M, 10k

Summary: After getting detention for a week Calum falls for the teacher of least favourite subject, Mr. Irwin, while the teacher tutors him.

Does that make sense? I hope so.

Teach Me (wattpad) - asdflkjhg5sos luke/ashton 40 parts

Summary: in which, after two weeks of detention a relationship blooms between a teacher and student

the only gift I want to see under the tree (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 3k

Summary: Ashton knew he was screwed the moment he picked Luke’s name out of the hat for Secret Santa.

tongue tied by words (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum G, 4k

Summary: 5 times luke stole calum's clothes, and 1 time calum stole luke's

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Teacher!Luke Masterlist

Everything comes back to you... (ao3) - milecgv luke/calum, michael/ashton G, 11k

Summary: “So Cal, I think Ashton might have mentioned something about a gift? From us, to you?” He couldn’t keep his smile at bay while he talked and Calum really didn’t like where this was going.

“Yeah, he might have said something of the sorts…”

“Well, I think I found the perfect gift for you Cal.” He said, giving a small tug on the person’s sleeve and sending him a smile that Calum could only describe as encouraging.

As if in slow motion, Calum watched the man take a deep breath, turning around and punching all the air out of the brunette’s own lungs.

There, in the flesh, dressed in a black suit and tie, same sparkling cerulean eyes and beard instead of exposed tender skin, seventeen years older than the last time he’d seen him, was Luke fucking Hemmings.

give me something real (ao3) - rocketshiptospace luke/ashton T, 14k

Summary: the five times luke and ashton hid their relationship, and the one time they didn't.

gotta support the teachers. (ao3) - loverofyours luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: "I love you", I whispered into his ear. He whispered it back, assuring me it was true with a quick peck on the lips

Or, Ashton and Luke love each other very much.

it's so simple (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 5k

Summary: Morning sunlight filters through the windows. In the air, the citrusy scent of lavender and lemon cleaner mingles with dust particles caught in the rays. It’ll be a mess by the end of the day; the kitchen is, after all, the epicentre of activity in the Hood-Hemmings household. Fluorescent lights illuminate stacks of used dishes and dirt-stained skirting boards indiscriminately, but they can never quite capture the versatility of the room. At any moment, the wood countertops and checkerboard tiles might transform into a lively dance floor, a charming cafe, a paper-strewn study.

This is more than just a kitchen. It’s a storybook with walls.

ride 'em cowboy! (ao3) - Anonymous luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: “Howdy y’all!” The man in front said, jumping down off his horse. He was shorter than Luke with hints of muscle showing through his tight t-shirt. He took his hat off to run a hand through his chin-length, curly hair and a shiver went down Luke’s spine.

Oh no, he was hot.

“My name’s Ashton Irwin and I will be one of your tour guides today.”

The only thing Luke hated about teaching was field trips. But after meeting a hot cowboy on a field trip to a farm, and later running into said hot cowboy again, he just might have a new appreciation for them.

stained hearts (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 28k

Summary: “I’m not really looking for a serious relationship right now.”

Okay. That’s okay. Good, even. Get to know each other before they get in too deep.

“But I liked spending time with you and I liked having sex with you and I’d like to do it again.” Luke squeezes Calum’s hand, pulling Calum’s gaze to his face. He’s smiling softly, eyes illuminated by the sun, starbursts in his pupils and shadows of his curls in perfect spirals on his shoulders. “If you want.”

Casual. Sure. Calum can do casual.

“I want.”

we can be pirates (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: “Rosie threatened to cut off my head if I didn’t tell her where I hid the treasure,” Luke tells Calum solemnly.

Rosie chimes in, “Hey! It wasn’t me, it was Captain Blackbeard. She’s a vicious pirate.” She shrugs innocently. “I don’t wanna kill Uncle Luke. I’m just a kid.”

“And life is a nightmare?” Calum says under his breath, beating Luke to the punch by half a second.

You Are The Only One (ao3) - milecgv luke/calum, michael/calum M, 8k

Summary: Luke's mind was racing with the endless possibilities this statement could imply, but he knew, just by Calum's face, that whatever was coming was gonna hit him like a ton of bricks and he tried to ready himself for the impact. So all his mind could really come up with, while trying to steady his voice was: "Okay".

He watched as Calum took a deep breath before saying it.

"I'm getting married Luke".

Or the one where Luke and Calum were together but Luke let him go and Calum comes back years later, engaged and asking for Luke's approval.

You're Just A Daydream Away (ao3) - ibroughtyoumybullets michael/luke T, 4k

Summary: Michael never cared for English, but he also never had an attractive English teacher, so that might have played a role in his disinterest.

Your Harming Selflessness (ao3) - lookingforhope luke/ashton T, 14k

Summary: Luke’s suddenly filled with anger. Not anger at Ashton but anger at his inability to make Ashton see his self-destructive patterns.

[thatpunkemily]

Mr. Hemmings (Teacher!Luke Smut)

Summary: When one of his students comes to him Luke can’t say no when she asks him for help so he offers her private tutoring to help her out. But, things don’t go as planned when the study session goes down for real.

Warning: Smut, age difference, and language.

Requested: No, just for fun.

If you have requests feel free to message me! I love to write so send me all the crazy ass ideas your dirty minds can think of! :)

*I DO NOT own that GIF of Luke*

*Written on Sunday June 12th, 2016*

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Luke’s P.O.V.

Being a teacher there is like one huge rule that you should never, ever break. Don’t hang out with your student outside of school. And especially do not hang out with them at your own place where you live. But I am an idiot here so that’s exactly what I am doing today. Not just hanging out with one of my students outside of school, but at my very own apartment.

It’s totally innocent though I swear. It’s just some tutoring for Monday’s math test. When my student Y/N came to me begging for help I couldn’t turn her away. I am a sucker when it comes to people who are desperate for help. Especially when I know that I can indeed help them. That’s why I couldn’t say no to Y/N. I know I can help her out here.

I hear a knock on my door and I know that it’s Y/N here. I go to the door and I open it and she gives me a smile when she sees me. “Hi, Y/N, come on in.” I greet her and let her into my apartment. God, I could so get fired for this if she goes and blabs to her friends about this at school on Monday.

The thing about Y/N that I like is that I don’t feel creepy around her, like at all. I’m twenty-eight years old and I started teaching when I was twenty-five. So, for me looking at these young girls the way that I sometimes want to creeps me out so that’s what helps me from even beginning to think about them like I know I shouldn’t. But Y/N doesn’t look like a young, little teenage girl like most of the seventeen year old girls I teach do. She looks like she’s at least twenty-one or something like that. If she had a fake ID and I was a bartender, I’d believe she was old enough to drink and I’d serve her for sure.

Her hair is gorgeous and it looks so soft I want to run my fingers through it. Her lips are full and plump. Her eyes are captivating and they have a devilish feature in them. Her body is nice and curvy in all of the right places. I bet her thick thighs make perfect earmuffs. But do you want to know the gross part about all of this? I don’t even know if she’s eighteen or not. I could be having disgusting thoughts about a minor and I don’t even know it.

“Hi, Mr. Hemmings,” she greets me back as she enters my apartment. Her backpack is resting on her right shoulder. I can’t help it as my wondering eyes begin to stare at her perfectly round ass in those tight blue jeans she is wearing as she enters my apartment. I close the door forcing myself to look away from the underage ass and pull myself together.

“Thank you so much for this. You have no idea how grateful I am to you for this.” She tells me as she takes her backpack off of her shoulder and sits down on my couch and begins to open it up right away. She is wasting no time getting down to what she came here for. Thank God for that too, because I don’t need any more distractions than what I’ve already allowed myself to have. I should feel like a total creep, but for some reason I don’t.

“It’s not a problem, Y/N,” I assure her waving it off. “Would you like something to drink before we get to studying?”

“Um, some ice water would be great, thanks.”

“Ice water it is,” I say nodding and head into the kitchen to get us the water. Once I have the two glasses filled with water I head back into the living room where Y/N has her math book and assignments out and ready to start studying. “Here’s your water,” I tell her placing it onto the coffee table in front of the couch and take a seat next to her.

“Thank you, Mr. Hemmings,” she says sweetly giving me that smile again.

“Please, Y/N, we’re not in the classroom. You can call me Luke it’s okay.”

“Okay,” she nods her head and hits me with that smile again. “Luke it is then.”

We start studying math then and once I explain how to do a simple problem to her I let her do some on her own just so she gets the practice of doing it without my help. When it’s silent between us I grow bored waiting for her to finish the math problems I gave her to do and I begin letting my eyes wander around my apartment.

Even though I did tidy up before Y/N came over it’s still kind of messy. I live with my good friend Michael and we’re both kind of slobs. So our apartment is messy like the two of us are. Then my eyes go to Y/N. First I look down at her paper and see how she’s doing on the problem I told her to do. She’s doing it perfectly now that I have re-explained to her how to do it.

Her plump lips are pursed and her brows are furrowed together in her concentration. It’s actually kind of cute to see honestly. Really cute. My eyes then begin to look at her body. God I am such a creep but I can’t help it. She’s hot I can’t control that, and neither can she honestly. Her shirt is pretty low cut, and I can see right down her cleavage. I try not to stare, but I fail, of course.

I take a drink of my ice water, hoping that will calm me down and cool me off, but it doesn’t help. I can’t keep my eyes off of Y/N and her distracting sexiness. It’s been a good while since I’ve had any action either, so I am getting heated up very quickly just looking at her.

I can just imagine the way she would feel around me. The way she’d moan my name. How amazing she must look naked underneath me, begging me to let her cum. Ugh, I can just imagine her O face. I bet it’s so fucking hot oh my God.

Oh shit…I have to stop this before I get too worked up…Oh fuck…Too late…I knew I shouldn’t have worn fucking basketball shorts today! Way to go, Luke! You popped a boner in front of your student.

“Um, Luke,” Y/N says sounding very concerned.

“Yeah, Y/N,” I say hoping she won’t notice the boner in my shorts right now. Even though I bet you that she already has.

“You’ve got a…um…situation…in your shorts…”

See, what did I say? I knew she already noticed it.

“Yeah, I know,” I say sheepishly. I was already caught so there was really no point in denying it now. “I’ll go put some jeans on. I’m so sorry.”

I stand up off of the couch ready to go change into something more constricting, but Y/N stops me before I could start for my bedroom. She grabs onto my wrist and says, “Wait, did I do that to you?”

“Um…” I trail off totally not knowing what to say. If I said yes, there was no telling what she’d say to her friends on Monday at school. And class on Monday would be so fucking awkward for me oh my God. I don’t know what I should say. Should I be honest, or should I lie?

“I did, didn’t I?” She says with a smirk knowing the answer is yes already without me even saying it. So I decide to just be honest with her again.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to creep you out. It’s just been a while since I’ve had any, ya know, action, and it just kind of happened.”

“It’s okay, Luke,” she assures me with a smile on her lips. “I take it as a complement. In fact, I wouldn’t mind helping you out with your situation, either.”

Woah there...I was NOT expecting that reaction!

“Y/N, aren’t you only like seventeen?”

“I’m eighteen, actually.” She pauses for a moment and then in a sweet voice she looks up at me and she even bats her fucking eyelids at me and says, “And I promise that if you let me help you out that I won’t tell anyone. I’ll be a good girl for you, Luke.”

“Fuck,” I half whisper, half sigh. I know I’m about to cave. I can’t help it. She’s so fucking hot, and she’s willing. God I want this despite how fucking wrong it is. I could so get fired for this. “Y/N, if we do this and word gets out I could lose my job. You do know that, right?”

“I know,” she says nodding her head as she grips onto the waistband of my shorts pulling them down so I’m standing my boxer shorts in front of her. “That’s why I promise you I’m going to be good and not tell anyone.”

Her hand grips onto my dick and she begins to rub me through my boxer shorts. My eyes close shut and my head goes back at this amazing feeling of human contact on my cock that isn’t my own for the first time in months. “Do I get extra credit if I make you cum, Mr. Hemmings?” She asks in her sweet, innocent sounding voice again that drives me wild.

“Sure, whatever you want,” I say breathy in pure pleasure. She pulls down my boxers and I kick them off along with my shorts.

“Sit down for me,” she commands in her sweet voice and I listen and sit back down onto the couch. She gets off of the couch now and gets onto her knees in front of me keeping my throbbing dick in her hand the whole time. She begins to give me a blowjob taking me in her mouth.

“Look at me,” I say breathy again, “I wanna see those pretty eyes.” She listens and looks up at me as she takes my dick in her mouth all the way down. Her eyes were so smoldering, so sexy, that she could have made me cum just by looking at me heard enough. “Fuck you’re so sexy.”

I am getting close, I know it. It’s been a while for me so I know I’m not going to last long. I didn’t want this to be just about me, but I want to give Y/N a good time too. I stop her, telling her I don’t want to come just yet and her eyes light up. “Come sit on my lap, my good little girl.” I say patting my bare thighs. “But take off your clothes first. Slowly.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Hemmings.” She smirks at me devilishly and begins to slowly take her clothes off as I take my shirt off. When we’re both totally naked she sets herself up on my lap, kissing me on the lips as she’s sliding herself down onto my dick. She pulls away from my lips moaning out loudly as she does digging her nails into my shoulders out of pleasure.

Her little pussy is wet, warm, and tight and it feels fucking amazing around my cock right now as she begins to bounce up and down on my dick. Her perfect tits flop up and down with her body and I take one of them into my mouth sucking on her nipple as I hold her close so my body. My other hand goes down to her pussy and I rub her clit hard to make her cum with me because I can feel myself getting closer to my high every second.

Her moans are so sexy and she’s bringing me to euphoria right now with how hot she is on top of me. “Fuck, Mr. Hemmings, I’m gonna fucking cum.”

I pull out of her quickly and rub her clit even faster commanding “Do it, cum for me,” and she lets go at my words coming hard. I rub myself until I’m coming too and I release letting it land on both of our torsos. She sits on my lap catching her breath for a moment.

Once I have my breath back I look up at her and I say, “No one can ever know about this, okay?”

“No one,” She agrees shaking her head no agreeing with me.

“That’s my good girl,” I smile at her and then kiss her on the lips one last time.

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PE was never your thing, the idea of running around a field with no real goal wasn’t on the top of your priority list, to say you had no motivation would be an understatement. It wasn’t until you heard a knock on the girls changing room door that changed your entire perspective of physical education, it was normal for your PE teacher to leave the changing rooms unlocked as she gossiped with the other teachers in the “office” and it was normal for her to stroll in when she remembered she had a class to teach so when you heard the knock you were more than confused. 

One of the other girls opened the door “is everyone decent” you heard a deep voice ask, she mumbled a yes before coming back around the corner with a tall blonde man closely behind, covering his eyes with his hands and chewing on his black lip ring “are you sure everyone’s decent?” he asked standing at the front of the room. Everyone giggled as they all confirmed we were in fact fully dressed, he slowly moved his hand to reveal his bright blue eyes before releasing a breath you didn’t know he was holding. “Okay good, I’m Mr. Hemmings and I’ll be your teacher for the day since your regular teacher is out sick” he announced looking around at a room full of smitten girls “what does your teacher normally have you doing?” he asked, slightly flustered “we’ve been outside for the past few weeks since it’s nice out” one of the popular girls spoke, almost drooling over Mr. Hemmings. “Okay, were are the footballs?” he asked looking around like they’d appear out of thin air “I’ll go get them” a girl closest to the door mumbled before shuffling out of the room.

Mr. Hemmings guided you to the field, football resting on his side with over twenty girls in tow. The girls set up teams before trying painfully hard to impress the hot teacher, at first you did try, maybe a little too hard until one of the more popular girls decided you were in there way. Knocking you to the ground with an “oomph” everyone froze and crowded around you as you laid on the warm grass blinded by the sun, Mr. Hemmings came jogging over, kneeling down beside you “are you okay?” he asked, eyes scanning your face for any injuries “yeah” you mumbled sitting up “come on, lets get you off the field for a while” he chuckled before signalling you to follow. 

You spent the rest of the lesson making small talk with the hot teacher on the sideline as the rest of the girls practically fought for his attention, silently thanking the girl for knocking you down and giving you the opportunity to talk to Mr. Hemmings. 

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Teacher!Luke- pt.2 (Smut)

Part 1 (Fluff)

(You don’t need to read the first part to read this)

Word Count: 1600

At seven, you were ready to leave. You and Luke discussed you’d be there at seven but you weren’t planning on being on time anyway.

“Got that homework then?” Luke questioned with smirk after he’d opened the door to you, arriving 20 minutes late. He was leaning on the doorframe with a dishcloth thrown over his shoulder. He was dressed looking his age in skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt with a grey zip hoodie undone over the top rather than his shirt and tie.

“What time do you clock off work?” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll come back then”

“How witty of you” Luke shook his head at you as you walked by him. Luke shut the door behind him and you bent over to put your bag beside the sofa. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you tight towards his chest before attacking your neck with kisses.

“Luke” you scrunched your nose being all cute and smiled as you blushed, loving the warm feeling from him.

“You smell so good” Luke had his nose running along the curve along your neck to your shoulder with his arms still around your waist. You placed your hands on his and sank into his arms gently, pressing your head against his, wanting to feel closer yet to him. In that moment, the world could have stopped spinning and it would have taken you a very, very long time to know about it. “I made dinner but I think I fancy you instead”

“Luke” you giggled again, cheeks heated. “That suits me just fine”

“And me” Luke chuckled before spinning you around.

“But you made dinner and that isn’t going to waste” you eventually pulled from Luke unforgivingly.

“Nor are you” Luke pulled you back by the arm to kiss your cheek. You giggled yet again and wandered into the kitchen area to his apartment to make yourself at home. You sat at the breakfast island on an expensive stool. After pouring you a glass of wine at your request, Luke sat beside you with a bottle of beer.

After discussing your week with each other and finishing a satisfying meal made by chef Luke, which was great despite him whining all the way through it that Michael would make it better, you sat on the couch together to watch Friday night TV. He played with your hair as you laid with your head on his chest.

“How much longer can we do this for?” You looked up at Luke, your hands on the tops of his thighs.

“What do you mean?” Luke asked, his eyebrows scrunching together as he looked at you with concern.

“Keeping everything a secret” you had to be honest but you didn’t want to ruin the mood between the two of you. Luke turned around and moved up your body so his forehead was on yours.

“Just a little longer but we don’t have to carry on if you don’t wan-”

“Luke don’t be ridiculous of course I do I just…this is a big thing to keep from everyone” you sighed and kept your hands on Luke’s shoulders.

“I know and I’m sorry” Luke sighed too. “I don’t want you to feel this way. What if I transferred schools and-”

“We only have three weeks left” you reminded him, your hand reaching to caress his cheek. “We’ll be fine. Of course I don’t want you to get a new job because of me” you pressed your lips to his with a grin. As soon as you pulled away, you felt Luke’s hands on your hips. You knew what he wanted. You turned completely to straddle his own hips and began to grind against hip as your kiss got more passionate and heated. He bit down on your lip gently before swiping his tongue against it. You felt Luke begin to show his excitement underneath you before pulling away with your hands firmly on his chest.

“What are you doing?” Luke whined, being impatient from the loss of contact between the two of you.

“Taking my t-shirt off it that alright with you?” You held onto the hem of your t-shirt, waiting for Luke to take back his words.

“Oh please fuck yes go for it” Luke was practically begging and struggling underneath you.

“Luke fuckin’ hell have some control” you giggled before taking off your black t-shirt and dropping it on the floor beside you.

“I’d rather have me some good ol’ sex” Luke bit his lip after he spoke. You pressed your hands onto his hard torso and climbed off of him.

“Oh Luke your dirty talk turns me on” you rolled your eyes as you started walking along the room to his bedroom, taking your bra off and throwing it down in the process. You smirked at the confidence you had in you as you shimmied your skinny jeans down your legs once you were in Luke’s bedroom.

“What kind of silly goose chase is thi- oh don’t you look a picture?” Luke smirked as he leaned on the doorframe, staring at you lying in his bed in just your small knickers. Luke took a few short steps towards you. “You’re so gorgeous” Luke took in all of your beauty with your hair sprawled out as he hovered above you with one hand on the bed beside your shoulder holding his weight. With his other hand, he ran his fingers along your cheek and along your jawbone. “Really baby girl you’re beautiful” He carried on moving two fingers and dragged them back up from your chin to your lips. You parted them slowly and Luke held the fingertips against your bottom lip just as gently. You swirled your tongue around them as you held strong eye contact with each other. He pushed his fingers in a little bit further and you began to suck on them. By this point your knickers were practically dripping and you couldn’t wait to have these fingers curling inside you to hit your g-spot. Luke bit his lip in frustration just looking at you. He pulled his fingers away and ran them down your chin, down your neck and to your bare breasts. You could feel your saliva leaving a thin trail as he dragged his fingers.

Your own fingers found Luke’s hair as he nibbled on your nipples before moving his face down from your chest to your torso to leave love bites and purple marks where he pleased. Luke reached your panties and with his hands firmly on your hips, he pulled the fabric down with his teeth as he kept his eyes on you. Once they were down your legs and on the floor, Luke kissed up your stomach again. You were surprised at his actions but went with it, if you showed you were willing to beg, Luke would carry on teasing you for a very long time whilst making you whimper and beg. After Luke reached your neck and kissed it, making you release throaty moans, he pressed his lips onto yours as his hand moved to your heat to rub circles onto your clit. You pushed your hips into his hand, wanting more pressure. Luke ignored your silent request and slipped his fingers down to your entrance.

After a few more seconds of teasing, Luke eventually pushed two fingers into you. You immediately bit Luke’s lip and groaned in pleasure. He moved them in and out of you fast before slowing down and curling them to his your g-spot repeatedly. Your noises got louder as you got closer to being pushed over the edge. Before you could get there, Luke’s fingers pulled away from you.

“Luke what the fuck” you muttered as he sat up and leaned over you to find a condom.

“Not so cocky now are we?” Luke smirked he stood up to remove his own clothes. As you watched him strip off as fast as he possibly could, your hand found your clit. Your movements were slow as Luke stared at you with his mouth agape for a few seconds before he shook his head, no longer allowing you to brainwash him. Luke grabbed your hand and pinned it by the side of your head before lining himself up with your entrance.

Usually you were so vocal during sex but this time, you let Luke do the talking whilst you raked your nails up and down his back and gave the occasional moan as he thrusted his erection in and out of you. Before you knew it, you were close again.

“Y/N I’m so close” Luke muttered before kissing your neck and nibbling on your earlobe. You couldn’t help but smirk at his words- he sometimes thought he was all that but right now he was seconds away from his most vulnerable state.

Your orgasm washed over you at the same time as Luke hit his. He muttered more and more profanities to himself more than you as he struggled through it. During yours, your hips pushed forward with your back arched and your mouth fell open with straggled, high-pitched moans.

“Well Y/N…” Luke rolled off of you and laid beside you. He kept his arm around you so you snuggled into his chest with one hand resting on it. “A* performance, straight to the top of the class” You shook your head with an unamused face and smacked his chest playfully.

“You’re a massive dick” You rolled your eyes with a small chuckle.

“You’re not very nice to me” Suddenly Luke rolled on top of you again and began to tickle you.

“Luke! Stop!” You screamed with laughter before he covered your face in kisses.