Corrupting The Bad Boy

Zach Wilson 5

What the fuck.

Was she really about to call me a good boy?

I am not a little boy. And definitely not a good one.

Our conversation plays in my mind, I find myself captivated by the effortless power she unintentionally exudes through her words. It made me wonder what power she holds behind closed doors.

Damn it she's going to make this last year in school so hard for me. Literally.

Shaking my head I start my bike and pull it out of the school's parking lot.

I reach home, and no surprise it was empty. Whistling softly, I make my way up to my room and change my jeans to some sweat pants.

After freshening up a little I go downstairs and look for something to eat. After taking a seat on the counter I simultaneously check my Instagram and eat my Tuna sandwich.

A notification indicated that I have got a new message from Brian, the one who blushed like a little girl in Miss Rodriguez's class the first day.

I confusedly open the message, it was not like Brian to message privately, we teammates usually talk in our soccer group. Shrugging, I open the message and saw he's sent a person's profile.

Thea_Rodriguez

I instantly touch the profile, causing it to open her account.

A groan automatically leaves my throat when I see her account was private. What a shock.

Without thinking much I sent a follow request, even though I knew she wouldn't accept it.

I was not in the mood to eat more so I headed back to my room and plop down on my bed.

I pull my phone a little close and look at her profile picture closely.

Fucking gorgeous. Oh god.

My thoughts turn to our extra classes and I bite my lip unconsciously when her figure pops into my brain. The way she bites her lips, the way her blazer hugs her breasts. the way her jeans/pants hug her ass. And the way whenever she bends a little giving me a glimpse of her soft-

My hand automatically moves to my hard cock and I give it a squeeze from over my sweats. A groan leaves my mouth as I imagine her running her fingers teasingly around my cock. Her pink lips around it sucking, licking, moaning around it.

My long-forgotten phone falls on the bed next to me as I focus on my fantasy.

I pull out my cock and slide my hand up and down it, making me throw my head back in pleasure.

Precum begins to form at the tip as I imagine how her red lips will look wrapped around my cock. How her lust-filled eyes will look up at me as she sucks me from bottom to the tip. How her breasts will be spilling out of her top as I cum down her throat.

Just at the last thought, I cum, spilling it on my stomach.

I pant and try to get my breathing even.

This is so not good. She's my teacher for fucks sake, who's doing everything she can to help me in my studies and here I am fucking masturbating and fantasizing about her.

After cleaning myself up I sigh and take out my books.

My thoughts turn to my teacher's Instagram and I had this sudden urge to smash Brian's head on the wall.

He had no right to stalk her.

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"So, be there in 15, please." Caleb pleads. Asshole.