I imagine this taking place a little while after they leave the underground, with Sans and Toriel still harboring secret feelings for each other and Mettaton trying to give them a helpful(?) shove in the right direction.
It was against her better judgment that Lily agreed to tutor again. She spent a large part of her third and fourth year rolling eyes as she was paired to Knuckle Draggers that couldn’t give two shits about their education or her feelings. But in this instance, she had made an allowance.
Gilderoy Lockhart had, himself, plucked up the courage to request her assistance. Though his skills in the flirting department were exquisite, his DADA ones were lacking. But, surprisingly, there was only a singular factor that made Lily agree to help him, and it wasn’t his polite phrasing.
She was curious to see what the younger years were harking about. Sure, he was incredibly attractive, but he was also very egotistical. She’d surprised him at the time when she made the cost of a session one kiss. To others, the price may have been small, but she knew she’d get her money’s worth. It was time to see just how effective Prince Charming was.
So as Lily waited in a classroom, armed only with a slightly over-exposed bust, stockings, and a wand, she wondered if she could make him bend to her will rather than succumbing to his.
Suddenly heavy footsteps and a soft whistle snapped her out of a dirty subconscious.
As per your request ;) I apologize for how long this has taken me! Life got crazy haha. I feel like the first part of this series got so much positive feedback that I’m slightly terrified that this one won’t meet your expectations…..eek.
Warnings: Smut (daddy kink, teacher, kink…shit like that) Word Count: 2,885
You sat in your desk, squirming frantically and doing anything you could to keep yourself from looking over at Mr. Lahey’s desk. He wasn’t in the classroom yet and you still didn’t know how you were going to face him. Every time your eyes drifted over to his desk, the image of him fucking you senseless popped into your head. You clenched your thighs together, desperately trying to ignore the dampness that started to form between them at the memory. You figured that he would be be good but you never dreamed of him being that good. He had you seeing stars and you were sure no guy you had ever been with had made you cum that many times in such a short amount of time. You had only been with two other guys and neither of them had anything on Mr. Lahey.
Your heart caught in your throat when he walked into the classroom, greeting all of you. The dark gray button down shirt and khakis he was wearing immediately got your attention. He had the shirt rolled up to the elbows and just like every other shirt he owned, it was tight against his muscular body. You didn’t think his ass could look any better but the khakis he was wearing proved you wrong. He was clean shaven today and his hair was still a tousle mess but you didn’t mind. Damn, why did he always have to look so…fuckable?
He avoided your gaze most of the class period but you expected that. However, it didn’t stop your wandering thoughts. It was difficult to look at him normally now. You knew what his dick looked like, for Godsakes. Not to mention you know knew what his moans sounded like and what his face looked like when he reached climax. You also knew that he was a kinky son of a bitch, getting off on being called daddy and spanking you with a belt. All of these thoughts had you shaking with desire, the fire in the pit of your stomach only increasing. There were a few times where he caught your eye and you saw him swallow thickly, clearly having the same thoughts that you were. You weren’t dressed as proactively today as you were yesterday but you still caught his eyes trailing your body every once in a while.
It seemed like class took forever to end but once the bell rang, you breathed a sigh of relief. You were suffocating and so unbelievably turned on that you didn’t know how long you were going to be able to sit there before you exploded. You waited until the door closed behind the last student to leave before you approached him. He had to know that you were there but he made himself seem interested in the school work he was reading. You slid behind his desk, sitting on top of the corner of it.
“Are you up for round 2?” You teased, somewhat jokingly but also somewhat seductive. This was a pretty bold move, if you said so yourself. I mean, you did seduce him in the middle of class the day before but somehow you were more nervous now than yesterday.
Mr. Lahey didn’t look up. “Y/N, you should go.”
“Aw come on..” You responded, leaning over so that your hand was on top of the paper he was grading. You reached up and put your hand on top of his.
He suddenly jumped up, breaking your touch. He had an apprehensive look on his face, almost as if he didn’t trust himself around you. “I could lose my job, Y/N.”
“I won’t tell. Come on, I’m not blind. I saw the way you were looking at me today. You want me and you know it.” You cooed, standing up as well.
“Y/N, we seriously can’t do this.” Mr. Lahey said sternly, placing his hands on his hips and his fingers dipping slightly into the material of his khakis. His bright blue eyes stared intently at you and you know that the want swirling inside his eyes mirrored your own, regardless of what his lips said.
You stepped closer to him, your hand gently playing with one of the points on his dark gray button down. “You didn’t protest yesterday.” You purred.
He took a shaky breath, tensing a little at your proximity but not making effort to back away from you. “Yesterday was a mistake, a lack in judgement on my part.”
“A mistake?” You giggled, raising an eyebrow at him. “It didn’t seem like a mistake when you bent me over your desk and had your way with me. Or when you commanded me to drop to my knees and suck your cock.” You watched as he swallowed thickly and you smirked to yourself, knowing that his self control was dwindling with each word that came out of your mouth. You trailed your hand down his chest landing on his belt buckle, tapping it slightly with your finger. “Don’t lie, you’ve been thinking about how good it felt to be inside of me, don’t lie. Or how my mouth felt sheathed around you. Or maybe you thinking about how good it sounded to hear me moan and call you ‘daddy’. You had many chances to change your mind yesterday but you fucked me anyway because you wanted it, just like you do now and just like I do.”
Mr. Lahey’s eyes darkened at your words and he swallowed thickly. You dropped your hand to the obvious arousal hidden behind his khakis. You teased your hand across the length of it before gripping it firmly. He jumped slightly, his breath hitching in his throat. “I know you want to fuck me again. You want to bend me over your desk and slam into me over and over again. Unless, you want me to mount you in your desk chair and watch as I ride you. Either way is fine with me.”
Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, your back was pressed up against the white board, the metal marker holder digging into the small of your back. Mr. Lahey’s rather large hand was cupping you through your jeans, the palm of his hand pressing harshly on to your clit. His other hand was holding you firm against the wall by your hip. His forehead was against yours, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke to you in a low, husky voice. “You’re a vixen, you know that don’t you?” When you just smirked in response, he sunk his lips down on to yours, his tongue immediately seeping in between the seam of your mouth. While his mouth seemed eager, the hand that was pressed against was moving in slow tortuous and tight circles. You whimpered against his mouth, bringing your hands up to tangle in his curls, bucking your hips into hand.
You felt him smirk against your lips before kissing the side of your mouth down to your jaw and finally down your neck. He left open mouth kisses down your neck, applying just a smidgen more pressure against your clit. You let out a strangled moan, a please falling from your lips but he just ignored it. You removed your hands from his hair, slipping them between the two of you and grabbed on to his belt buckle. You were just about to open the clasp when he pulled away from your neck. He clasped on your wrists and yanked them away. Using one hand, your small wrists were pinned above your head and you gasped at the sudden action.
“Not yet baby girl.” Mr. Lahey teased, smirking when you squirmed against his restraint. His hand slowly slid up to the button on your jeans, popping it threw the hole. “This are always consequences that follow your actions, Miss Y/L/N, and touching and speaking your teacher inappropriately in attempt to seduce him has serious consequences.” You shuddered at his words, your teeth sinking harshly into your bottom lip. Mr. Lahey sneaked his hand in your now un-done jeans, his fingers dancing lightly above the lace of your panties. He had barely even touched you and you were already throbbing with need. He was so close to where you desperately wanted him but not damn near close enough.
He slipped his hand lower, his finger lightly tracing over your pantie-clad clit. You clenched your thighs together, trying to wiggling your body more against his hand. A desperate moan fell from your lips. God, he was driving you crazy. Instead of complying to your obvious want, he moved his finger down farther, tracing your folds. “Shit princess, you’re already so wet.” He purred, his own voice sounding strained with desire.
“Oh God, please.” You begged, squeezing your eyes shut.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping..” He continued on, once again ignoring your pleas.
“Daddy, please..” You moaned, figuring that, that was the only way you were going to get his attention.
Mr. Lahey leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering over the shell of your ear. “What do you want, baby girl? Tell daddy what you want.”
“Touch me. Fucking touch me.” You breathed out, not even ashamed of the desperate tone in your voice.
Suddenly, he moved his hand beneath your panties. He plunged two fingers into you, his thumb drawing circles around your clit. You gasped loudly, moans leaving your mouth effortlessly. You tried your hardest to ground your hips against his hand but that task proved to be difficult with his tight restraint on you. You were close and Mr. Lahey sensed that because with a slight curve of his fingers and tighter circles on your clit, the tight coil in your belly snapped. Your legs convulsed and you let out a long moan.
You opened your eyes at the feel of his fingers moving out of you. You watched as he brought them up to his mouth, licking them clean and muttering about how good you tasted. Finally, he let go of your wrists and you quickly attached your mouth to his, moaning when you tasted yourself on his lips. Soon enough, you were undoing the buttons on his shirt and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. You scarped your blunt nails down his muscular chest, ending at his belt. Swiftly you undid his belt, tossing it to the side. It was your turn to put your hand down his pants, gripping softly on to his hard cock.
He moaned at your touch, bucking his hips into your hand as you began to move your up hand up and down. Detaching your lips from his, you kissed across his jaw, nipping ever so slightly. Mr. Lahey tilted his head back, giving you better access and you licked a stripe down his next, ending at his collarbone. “Faster.” He chocked out and you obliged, tightening your grip on him slightly and moving it at a faster pace, swiping your thumb over the tip.
Mr. Lahey grabbed on to your wrist, stopping your actions. “Get on your knees. I want to feel that pretty little mouth sucking me off.” He half demanded, half moaned.
You did as you were told, dropping to your knees and pulling his pants and boxers with you. You didn’t waste anytime as you wrapped your lips around him, pushing him as far into your mouth as he could go without chocking you. A deep moan could be heard from Mr. Lahey as his fingers fisted themselves in your hair. You gripped on to his thighs, bopping your head up and down. You swirled your tongue around the tip, a trace of pre-cum collecting there.
“Shit…” You heard him moan. “Just like that baby.”
He twitched in your mouth and you knew it was close. You wrapped one of your hands around the base of his cock, shifting it up and down, trailing behind the motion of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m close, God, I’m gonna cum.” Mr. Lahey chanted and that only spurred you on more. With a few more strokes, he let out a low groan and you swallowed his load. Licking your lips, you jumped up from the ground. You pulled your t-shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the side.
Mr. Lahey gripped on to your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips were on the swell of your breasts, his tongue lapping against your skin while his hands groped them, tweaking your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You moaned loudly, grounding your hips into his. It didn’t take long before you felt him harden again against your lower stomach. Every part of your body was burning with desire and you ached to feel him inside of you. Seeming to have read your mind, he discarded you of the rest of your clothes and stepped out of his pants. He took a seat in his desk chair, pulling you with him.
You straddled his hips and made an attempt to sink down on him but his grip on your hips kept you frozen. You gave him a quizzical look and he smirked back at you. “Patience, sweetheart. I told you that there were consequences.” You watched as he took himself in his hand, running his cock against your moist folds. You moaned at the feeling, your blood pressure spiking even higher. He pressed the tip of himself inside of you before moving back up against your folds, teasing your clit. He did this three or four times before you were writhing against him, desperate for some kind of release.
“Quit with the teasing.” You said through gritted teeth, desire pumping through your veins. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
“But it’s just so hot to see you beg for it.” He cooed, running his thumbs against the underside of your breasts, brushing past your erect nipples.
You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. “Please daddy, just fuck me. Make me cum and fuck me hard.” You begged, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
He didn’t seem to need to be told twice before he thrusted up and inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement and quickly began rocking your hips. His hands immediately gripped on to your waist, grunting as he lifted his hips up, his pelvis brushing against your clit. You lifted yourself up before sinking back down again, finding a pleasurable pace.
“Shit baby girl, fuck that cock.” Mr. Lahey chanted, his own moans filling the empty classroom. He lifted his hands up to massage your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples with his thumb and forefingers.
“Just like that. God, yes.” You moaned in response.
It didn’t take long before Mr. Lahey stood up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. You heard a few things crash to the floor before you were thrown on to his desk. He began to thrust rapidly in and out of you. You had to bite down on your lip to keep you from screaming out. The tight coil in your belly had returned and your back was arching off the desk, his name coming out in a string of moans.
You squeezed your eyes shut, a line of swear words falling from your lips. You felt yourself clench around him and his hand suddenly gripped tightly on to your chin. “Open your eyes, Y/N. I wanna see them when you cum.”
You forced your eyes open and the intense lust you were met with him in his eyes sent you over the edge. Your orgasm trigged his own before he collapsed on top of you. You both laid there for a few moments, his cock still buried deep inside of you. A thin layer of sweat coated your bodies and the sound of your heavy breathing was the only sound.
The shrill sound of Mr. Lahey’s classroom phone made you both jump but neither of you bothered to move. When the messaging system clicked on, you heard the sound of Mr. White’s voice, the history department head, fill the room. “Isaac, hey, I just wanted to apologize for being so late to for our meeting about the senior final exam. I got caught talking to a parent. I just wanted to let you know that I’m heading to your classroom now. See you in a few.”
“Shit.” Mr. Lahey exclaimed, quickly jumping up and out of you. “Shit, you have to go, like now.”
You felt the panic rising and you quickly slid off his desk, grabbing your clothes and putting them on as fast as you could, not really caring if they looked right or not. Once you were both dressed, you made a move towards the door but Mr. Lahey gripped tightly on to your wrist, stopping you. “No one finds out about this, okay? No one. Not even your friends.”
A small smile formed on your face. For a moment you were scared he was going to start yelling at you about how this was a mistake and it should have never happened a second time. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lahey, I graduate in less than two weeks and until then, this can be our little secret.”
wow. so like, omgosh. i cannot believe how much people are enjoying “Hot for Teacher” - this is just mind boggling to me. it makes me very happy, i think ecstatic is the word i want here, and it’s so heartwarming to know that there are so many readers who read it.
i am slowly working on chapters five and six. i’m almost finished with my nanowrimo ~ i’m getting to the point in that where everything is coming together, and it is easier for me to write it. once that is finished: full on dedication to Hot for Teacher. and the subsequent second part to follow.
hopefully, chapters five and six will be after the thanksgiving holiday. imma try to get them done soon. :)