âDetentionâ " have you seen the new teacher yet?" My friends Ashley asks me while we walk down the long narrow hallway of our highschool. " no, he's probably some old gross retired man." I giggle. " Uhm what the fuck, no. Apparently he just graduated from the education department in university and isn't much older then the seniors." She says like its the most obvious thing in the world. " so? What's the big deal?" I ask curiously, approaching my locker. " what's the big deal? He's fucking hot, plus we're seniors!" She scoffs. " plus, I don't even fucking have him." She adds, while pouting. " Ash, he's a teacher." I reassure her. " who did he even take over for?" I furrow my eyebrows together while I unlock my locker. " Ms.Henry. For last period History." Ash tells me while she checks herself in the mirror in my locker. " ah I have him. Infact I have him right now." I say pushing her away from my mirror, so I can close my locker. " ash, why are you always checking yourself out." I laugh. " you gotta look hot, especially if there fucking attractive teacher." " your a student, he's a teacher." I reassure her trying hard not to laugh at her stupidity. " doesn't mean i cant fuck him." She says confidently. " your so immature." I say while leaning up against my locker, closing the door. The final bell rings through the halls signalling im late for class. " kay, bye ash. Meet me at my locker then I'll drive you home after school."I tell her while I walk down the hall. " don't get too wet looking at the teacher!" She yells, while laughing. I don't even respond to that, I just give her the finger. As I approach the classroom, I notice the door is closed. I grab a hold of the handle and turn it slightly to the left before the door pops open. I step inside the classroom, and I see a tall, gorgeous figure standing parallel Infront of me. Everyone's attention in the classroom turns to me. The teacher smiles and me, and I smile back, tugging on my lip. fuck, ashley was right. " you must be Y/n." He smirks. " Mhm lucky guess." I say crossing my arms. " you must be, Mr--" I squint at the board to read his name. " Wilk-in-San." I shrug my shoulders. " it's wilkinson." He laughs. " yeah I'm not very good at reading, or for that fact school." I giggle. " I can tell, late for class already." " don't expect me to show up. I haves feeling I won't be seeing much of you." I eye him up and down. " mhm sorry but you will. In fact you can see me after school for a detention." " why, because I was late?" I ask in a frustrated tone. " not nesassarily." He says slowly. " you've known me for a minute, what could I of done wrong in a minute?" I ask snappily. " you've done a lot." He smirks. The class lets out snickers here and there making me roll my eyes in disgust. " whatever" I scoff. I walk over to my seat and slug back in the chair. My purse hits the floor and I stare at his mesmerizing body. The way his pale, crisp blue button up, flatters his body. The way his khakis sit a little too low on his hips, the way his crisp pale black tie accents his whole body and outfit is just breathtaking. He makes his way over to his desk that is scattered with papers, my eyes following each step he takes. I feel a gentle poke on my back so I turn around slowly. A girl named Meghan is smiling at me. " looks like someone as an eye on you." She gestures to him with her head. I turn my attention to the front of the class and Mr.Wilkinson is looking right at me with his lip between his teeth, smiling. Fuck, His dimples along with his beautiful Hazel eyes and long eyelashes that accents his eyes just makes him even more sexy and gorgeous. I stare at him in awe and pleasure. He reaches over to the wooden stool that stands next to him and picks up the history text book. He starts reading a blurb in the text book but all I can focus on are the way him long slim fingers, grip the text book. All I can imagine his is long, slim fingers, glistening my inner thighs, then cascaded into my panties. I push the thought away but each time I notice something else memorizing about him. Once he gets us settled, he starts walking around the classroom, checking up on kids her and there. As I was working on my assignment, I hear Mr.Wilkinson call me over. ah fuck his voice is even more sexy when he says my name. When he says my name, all I can imagine is him moaning my name while i stroke his length. What the fuck am I even talking about? He probably has a girlfriend, maybe even a Wife. He's my fucking teacher, not a student. My head shoots up and my gaze meets his sparkling hazel eyes. I furrow my eyebrows and point my index finger to me. He nods his head while a smirk plays on his flawless face. I place my hands on the deck and stand up from my seat. I make my way down the isle of desks. As I approach his desk he pulls a chair up beside him at his desk. I sit down slowly beside him. Once my bum hits the frigid chair, I shuffle uncomfortably. I can't even think straight, All I can think about is how sexy his body is, even with clothes on. I can't imagine him without clothes. I turn my attention to him and move my body so im directly beside him. " do you understand your work?" He asks me gesturing to the worksheet on his desk seeming completely engaged and conceded. " Y-yes. I'm just distracted." I stutter. " you sure? I can help you with it in your detention." He applies. " no it's okay." I respond quietly. He slowly brings his large hand to my thigh, and wraps his slim fingers around my inner thigh. " good. I've got other things planned for your detention." He admits, tightening his grip on my thigh. My eyes widen and i gulp. " you okay?" Mr. wilkinson said as his fingers linger my thighs. My breath hitches at the thought of his hands along my thighs. His hands slowly inch up my thigh, pushing my skirt up higher and higher, getting close and closer to my heat. " f-fuck. n-not right n-now." I stutter quietly, pretending to work on my assignment at his desk so the students don't think anything of it. His hands keep inching up my thigh, until they reach the perimeter of my panties. I push his hand away from my dripping heat. " not right now." I repeat sternly. I look up at him and my eyes meet his. I stand up from the chair and walk back to my desk, trying my hardest to not let my legs give out from the previous actions. As I sit back down in my seat, I see Mr.Wilkinson eyeing me down. His lip is between his lips and his eyes are two shades darker. I try to ignore the thought, but I can't. I can't stop thinking about what's going to happen in detention. I feel the heat rise to my face and try to keep the thought of anything I shouldn't be thinking about away. Finally, the end of class came around. As the students trail out of class, I sit in my seat, impatiently, squeezing my legs together. Once the last student walks out, Mr.Wilkinson shuts the door, making it slam shut. He makes his way over to his desk, and sits on the edge of the surface, crossing his arms. I stand up from my seat, and turn on my heals to walk towards him, swaying my hips to make a remark. As I approach Mr.Wilkinson I try and hide my anxious smile. I stop, millimetres away from him, devouring my eyes into his. " y/n" he speaks. My name rings perfectly through my ears. I bite my lip, and turn my head to the side not making eye contact. " why am I here?" I ask quietly realizing what I thought was gonna happen, isn't whats ringing through his head. " well, y/n. You've been a very poor behaved student recently." He says shifting on his desk. " mhm. Could you please elaborate on that thought?" I say seductivly. I watch his eyes, make its way down from my sparkling blue hazy eyes to my petite nose, to my plump lips, to my neck, to my cleavage all the way down my lower half then back up my tiny body. " fuck." He curses under his shaky breath. " you can't walk around with this short skirt on and low cut shirt, not expecting to get some kind of arousal out of me" he spats. I furrow my eyebrows. " Mr.Wilkinson-" i plead. Before I could finish my sentence, I was slammed into the newly painted beige wall, with his hot breath lingering millimetres away from my lips. He moves to my neck, causing chills to be sent throughout my body. I stare into his eyes, watching them change a shade darker. His hands are securely pinned to my hips, pushing me further into the wall. " you can't fucking do that." He hisses. I open my mouth to disagree and protest but no words find its way out of my mouth, leaving me in complete shock. " I-I, didn-" I was cut off my him speaking sexually into my ear. " you're driving me fucking insane wearing this." His breath hitches while his firm hands run further up my thighs. " y/n. you're driving me fucking insane, I can't stand it." He says gripping my hips even tighter. " well Mr.Wilkinson.." I slur. " I guess you're going to have to do something about that." I tug at the material on his tie. He finally attaches his plump lips to my neck, and sucks harshly, nibbling here and there. His large clammy hands travel down my body to the elastic of my black circle skirt. His hands push my light weight skirt down in one slik movement. Once it pools around my ankles, I step out of the material that is bunched up by my feet. " now baby, strip for me." He hisses, nibbling on my ear lope. I am caught off guard by his words, but I do as told. Mr.Wilkinson's eyes beat down on me causing me to blush. I grab a hold of the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it up, revealing my stomach then bra and over my head trying to be the slightest tease. I lick my lips, while hooking my index fingers into the waist band of my pale pink thong. I pull the waist band away from my stomach, then pull it down, letting it fall to my feet. I look down at my thong that is currently pooling my feet. I nibble on my finger, and bring my gaze up to Mr.Wilkinson. " oops." I tease stepping out of the thong that is currently laying flat on the floor. I swiftly move my hands, to my slim back, grabbing ahold of my clasp. I undo the clasp, undoing my white lace push up bra. My bra falls in one swift movement. Once the bra hits the floor, I reach forward and grab Mr.Wilkinsons tie, and pull him closer to me, wanting to feel him against me. " now baby, are you gonna punish me for being a naughty girl." I lick my lips. " mhmm." He hums. In one swift movement he lifts me up on the cold metal surface of his desk. " now baby. you gotta keep it down. i don't want to get fired on the first day for fucking my student. i wanna see more of you." He claims. As his speech fills the room, I stare at his lips, mesmerized by how fucking good it's gonna feel to kiss those. Through all the anticipation, I had enough so without warning i slam my lips into his. Our lips move in sync, in harmony. He licks my bottom lips, asking for entrance. I deny him, smiling into the kiss. " fuck baby." He moans. I pull away from the kiss, and wrap my legs around his slim waist. I run my hands down his abdomen, feeling how toned he is though his material covering his skin. I slowly unbutton One button, then two, then the following buttons all the way down. His arms slides out of the blue button up and pulls me closer. I grab the hem of his pants, unbuttoning the tiny plastic button then sliding down the cold metal zipper. His khakis fall to his feet, making him step out of the material. He detaches his hands from my waist and pulls down his briefs, allowing his member loose. I stare down at his member, not shocked at all, perhaps because maybe that's all that ran through my mind during class. " so is it a regular thing for you to fuck your students?" I nipple on his neck, sure enough leaving a mark. " fuck y/n" he groans. " no" he moans. "I don't." " why am I so special then?" " because the moment i laid eyes on you, I've thought you're beautiful. I've never thought about my student this way. The way you stood up and defended yourself was the things prompting me to give you a detention. I didn't car that you were late, I just wanted you and me alone. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever came across" " mhmm, im here now " I smile. " so baby. How are you gonna punish me." I slur " well, I'm gonna start off by rubbing your thighs roughly. I'm gonna run my fingers along you slit, making you moan effortlessly. I'm gonna slip my finger in all the way until you moan, then every time you moan, a new finger is added. Once you ask for more im gonna replace my fingers with my desperate mouth. I'm going to make you feel amazing until you cant bare with the feeling anymore. Before you can even comprehend what's happening, im going to slide into you, filling up every inch of your beautiful body, and the rest is a secret baby." He hisses I moan against his chest and run circles on his bare back. As he's bringing me closer to the edge of the deck, I slide off, wanting to give him the pleasure he's about to give me. I plop down on my knees and push him against the desk. " you've been bad too, Mr.Wilkinson." I announce while looking up at him. I slowly stroke his penis with my tongue, licking up every inch. I lick the tip, licking up the pre-cum. I slowly slide him all in my mouth. " fuck, ugh fuck." He moans, grabbing fist fulls of my hair, pushing me closer. I continue to bob my head up and down, each time his tip hitting the back of my throat making me gag. He becomes a moaning mess, when I feel his dick twitch in my mouth. Shortly after he cums all in my mouth, causing me to swallow every inch of the white substance. I slide back up his body and when I am reunited with his beautiful face, without warning plunges to fingers into me. He throughs me against the wall, pulling my legs fuehrer apart. "Fuck Mr.Wilkinson." I cry. His fingers dart in and out of me causing me to want him. " p-please." I beg. Without hesitation he replaces his fingers with my mouth, going Straight in. His tongue flips through my folds causing me to grab a fist full of his hair. " M-Mr.W-Wilkinson." I moan. " p-please." " please what baby." He whispers against my clit creating vibrations. My legs become a shaking mess and I can feel my high coming on. " please I want you, I need you now." I cry, pushing his head into my clit more and more each time just wanting him to be inside of me. I reach my high and he licks up my remainings. He removes his tongue from me and slides up my body. I cry at the lost of contact. He engulfs me into a warm, snug hug and runs his hands through my long, soft dark hair. " don't worry, you have me." He picks me up and lays me on the cool metal desk. " now baby, pretend your legs hate eachother." He separates my legs from one another and slowly becomes between them. I look him dead in the eye, with such compassion and desperation. " y/n?" " yeah, Mr.Wilkinson." " I just don't want to be your first..." He admits. " don't worry. I've had sex before." I reassure him. As soon as those words left my mouth I see the need and want in his eyes. With that, he slides himself into me. I screw my eyes shut and adjust to his size. He slightly moves around trying to help me get used to the pressure and pain. what the fuck, I am fucking my teacher. Once i unscrew my eyes, he starts thrusting into me with such compassion and concentration. " ah fuck." I scram. " harder baby, please." I cry out in pleasure. He pushes the remains of him into me and I grip onto his back. " baby you're so tight." He moans. He continues to thrust in and out of me, when I decide to take control. I flip is over carefully considering we're on a table. Once I am ontop, I press down on his hips, and sit down further making him fill every inch of me. I through my head back is pure bliss. I began to bounce up and down, creating friction. I soon feel a pit form in my stomach. I've done this enough to realize what's about to happen. " I'm gonna cum." I moan while bouncing up and down on his dick. " me too" he agrees. As I bounce up a couple more times I soon release, him following not too long after. I collapse onto him, with him still in me. We are a moaning mess. He Wraps his arms around my back, rubbing circles that range from small to big, comforting me. Once we recover, I sit up again, and slide off of him. I slide on my thong and bra, my skirt and shirt following. " you better get going, I don't want you to get caught." He giggles. I laugh at him and sling my purse around my shoulder. " thanks." I smile. " one more kiss?" He offers. " one more kiss." I agree. I quickly run over to him and kiss him one last time. " you're pretty good." I compliment him. " you're fucking amazing. I'm guessing you've had experience" he says in a questioning tone. "Mr.Wilkinson, I'm not going to discuss my sex life with you." " fine but I'm just letting you know you just fucked me." " I'm well aware." I giggle. " well, I'll see you later." He smiles I turn on my heals and head towards the door. As I am about to open the door i quickly swing around. " I never got you name." I remind him. " sammy." He assures me. " well thank you, sammy." I smile bitting my lip. " thank you too. Oh and y/n." " yes?" " you have detention tomorrow. I'd like to take another look at your school work." " mhm okay. But I think you'd like to another look at my body." I smirk. " hey, you're not as dumb as you say." " guess so " I laugh, shrugging my shoulders. I walk out of the door, down the messy empty hallway kicking the scattered sheet and wrappers. I smile to myself just remember what just went down. oh fuck, I had sex with my teacher.
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