Who Said Glasses Were Good (BxB 18+)

2k + 3k Special!

A/N

Lmao how have y'all been doing? It's been a short while. Senior year has not been kind on my schedule unfortunately so I took a hiatus. I've been super excited to get back to writing, but my recovering schedule has been a little... skewed. I'll hopefully be able to post longer, better chapters for Zach and Sage's story. I hope you y'all stay for the ride. Without further ado, here is a teacher x student AU for 2k AND 3k special (because I update slower than a snail on crack). Zach is the new hot PE teacher and Sage is the stellar student who needs to save his PE grade (lmao plz don't think about this too much) (Also like, don't do this in real life. It's a crime for both sides involved) (And also for the sake of this AU Sage is already 18)

Sage finds Zach in the inventory room behind the gym. There are only the faint shouts of a few students who have yet to go home. Sage has volunteered to help with the cleanup after the basketball practice.

The basketballs in the cage rattle as Sage pushes them over the door frame leading into the darkened room. Rows and rows of sports equipment line the walls. A crash mat lies on the concrete floor, and a single light flickers overhead.

"Thanks for the help, Sage," Zach says, checking off the last of the equipment on his clipboard.

Sage smiles, eyes thinning into lines. "It's no hassle, Mr. Pearson."

"No, really, you saved me lots of time," Zach says as he turns to set some cones onto metal shelves. "Now, I just have a few things left before we lock the door."

Sage lingers beside the door frame and licks his lips, observing Zach as he sets the cones in swift movements. Muscles on his arms stretching. A beautiful body.

Zach notices that Sage has not left. He grins, eyes soft. "You don't have to stay here, I can close up myself. I wouldn't want you to stay too long after school."

"Well, actually..." Sage looks to the ground and seems to blush. "I just wanted to ask, would there be any way to boost my grade in PE, Mr. Pearson?"

Basketballs rattle as Zach pushes the rack in the corner of the room. He furrows his eyebrows. "What's your grade again? I can't really remember."

"B minus."

Zach hesitates. He knows Sage is a stellar student but it's only a B, not a bad grade by any means. "I'm sorry, Sage, but there's really nothing I can do about it. I'm sure you'll be fine though if you do better in the coming assessments." He sighs. He can't make an exception for a single student.

Then, he hears the door creak shut and a click. He whips his head to the door and sees Sage leaning against it, a smile still dancing on his lips.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" Sage asks, fingers tapping against the metal frame.

"Sage, did you just lock the door?" Concern lines Zach's voice as he steps forward.

"Nothing at all?" Sage leans towards Zach inquisitively.

"I'm sorry Sage, but that'll get me fired—" Then Zach is caught off guard as Sage pounces towards him, and he stumbles.

The next thing he knows, they are on the crash mats, Sage pinned under him.

Sage smirks and wraps his arms around Zach's neck. "So there is something I can do."

Zach can feel the heat crawling up his abdomen as he blushes. "That's not what I mean at all—"

He is silenced as Sage pulls him in for a kiss. It is soft and warm—Zach has been single so long after becoming a teacher that he's forgotten what it feels like. And as he feels Sage open up so willingly for him, he can't restrain himself to kiss back. Tongues intertwine until Sage feels like he might faint. Finally, he pulls away, a string of saliva trailing down his chin.

"What'll happen when other people see this? With one of your own students too," Sage whispers, a hand trailing through Zach's hair.

Zach can feel a heat where flesh meets. A soft hum burns through him. He gulps, unable to think clearly.

Sage's hands travel down to Zach's chest and push him up so that he sits upright. Then they reach Zach's fly, unzipping it, revealing Zach's rod, already hard.

"It's huge," Sage gasps as he feels his insides churn. He can already feel himself throbbing down there. He sets his lips on the tip, slowly brings it in. Tears well as his gag reflex tells him to stop.

Zach gently guides Sage's head, a finger brushing away Sage's tears and then to his cheeks. Zach growls. He can feel Sage's tongue twirl as he moves up and down, and he feels his length throb with each lick. Waves of arousal flow through him and he gently rocks his hips.

Then, suddenly everything turns cold and Sage stops, pressing his cheek against Zach's length. "Aren't you eager," he teases and gives another lick, and sends Zach near his limit.

Sage slips out of his uniform, his hand travels down to the wetness between his legs. He lets out a soft moan as he prepares himself. When he feels he is ready, he raises his face to Zach's and begs for a kiss. He receives it. His heart flutters uncontrollably.

And when they break away, Sage guides Zach's length between his legs. He is almost scared it won't fit, but when it does, he muffles a gasp in Zach's shoulder.

Zach can feel Sage's frame quiver against his chest. Oh, so where's that attitude now? Zach smirks and decides to be mean. He flips Sage back, surprising him.

"What are you doing—" He barely has the time to say those words before a moan escapes his mouth.

Zach begins thrusting his hips, each movement sending a jolt up of Sage's spine.

Sage can't help but claw against Zach's back. "That's too fast," he gasps between breaths. But Zach doesn't slow and Sage's moans grow louder and louder. He's sure that anyone who walks by can definitely hear them.

Zach leans down, kissing away droplets of tears as he feels Sage melting under him. "Baby, I love you." He whispers and he's surprised by himself.

"Mr. Pearson, I'm going to come," Sage gasps.

Then Zach scoops Sage up by the ass and presses him against the wall.

"That's, too, deep—" Sage whimpers as he clings on for dear life, wrapping his legs around Zach's waist. He feels he will fall any moment as Zach rocks into him.

Zach growls, feeling his limit rising. "I'm going to come," he growls as he nips Sage's neck.

"Fill me up—make me whole." Sage trembles as he finally releases, making a mess on his shirt, and something hot rises and expands within him.

—

Zach kneels in front of Sage, his head bowed to the ground. "What the fuck was I thinking, I'm so sorry."

Sage says nothing as he dresses.

"I'll take responsibility for all of this," Zach promises. He won't be able to keep his job. "But...I really can't change that grade for you. I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's really okay, I'm pretty happy with an A."

Zach whips his head up. "What did you say?"

Sage grins and tuck in his shirt. "I lied." He walks towards his teacher and leans down.

"Why?"

Sage pecks Zach on the lips. "I just wanted to fuck you, that's all."