helena bonham carter one shots

mrs bonham carter. [pt 2] (nsfw)

if you haven't read part 1, go read it rn :) ok enjoy bye <3

as soon as i stepped out of her classroom she was all i could think about. the relationship we now had was only wrong in the way that a student couldn't be with a teacher. i was 18 now so it wasn't wrong in a way that i was too young for her.

i arrived home and went straight to my bedroom as usual, no one being home. no one was ever home until late and i barely socialised with anyone anyway so it didn't really matter. time passed slowly and all i could think about was her. how she fucked me in her classroom right after class. i was now wrapped around her fingers, exactly how she wanted me.

i attempted to sleep later on. it took a while for me to fall asleep but i finally got there after thinking about mrs bonham carter for hours, however, she was the one who couldn't sleep...

[helena's pov]

i laid in bed, thinking of her. my husband, terry, was currently away for a week because of his work. he worked with some company and they had to leave the country quite often, not that i cared. it was nice to be home alone from time to time. i only really married him because of my parents. they always wanted me to marry a rich man and my now husband seemed like a perfect man. he was a family friend, although i had never spoke to him before as he was never at family and friend events. i met him for the first time at a party when i was 24 and my parents prayed for our get together for a while after. i finally agreed to date him after a while of my parents trying to convince me to and he asked me to marry him 4 years later. i said yes, under pressure, and also so i didn't have to face the reactions from my family. i never really was interested in men but my parents were heavily homophobic; i couldn't ever tell them about who i really was.

i kept myself closeted for a long time, only having slept with one woman before i married my husband. after we married, i contained myself from sleeping with anyone else as i would've felt horrible betraying terry. i don't even know why. he doesn't even care about me much any more. we barely talk, and he's always drunk. drunk to the point where everything that comes out of his mouth is just bullshit. and he isn't a nice drunk, he's just horrible, but we won't go there. i tried to contain myself from sleeping with anyone, or even trying not to have any sort of attraction to anyone else. that was until y/n.

she was in my classes for a few months as she had been transferred from a different english class. she was definitely the most likeable student i had ever had. she was attractive and she had a nice personality. i really just loved everything about her. we always exchanged somewhat flirty looks and i wasn't sure if she meant anything by it or not. of course, this was before i fucked the shit out of her.

i laid flat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. all i could see or think about was her. i couldn't sleep whatsoever. closing my eyes just made me think of her even more. i grabbed my phone from my bedside table and turned it on. i opened instagram, searching for her name as quickly as i could. within seconds, i found her account. there were a few photos of her on her account. holy shit, i thought to myself. i turned my phone off and closed my eyes once again, trying to fight the urge.

i couldn't. my hand quickly grabbed my phone with my left hand as i did before and unlocked it, her face lighting up my screen again. my right hand slowly trailed to my breast, squeezing it lightly through my shirt. i imagined my hand was hers, her soft hands trailing and squeezing my body. i let out a soft moan as i continued to squeeze my boob with my hand, now moving to my other breast. i closed my eyes and i thought of her as i trailed my hand down over my stomach and then above my core. i pulled my shorts down, along with my underwear. i moved my fingers towards my clit and started to slowly circle it, releasing a slight breathy moan. i carried on my slow movements as i still imagined it was her pleasuring me and repaying the favour.

i moaned as i sped my movements up a little bit, moaning her name, thinking of her fingers on me. i thought of her pretty little face, how she looked when i pleasured her. how she squirmed underneath me and how her moans were so soft in my ears. soon enough i was inching closer to my high, it not taking much for me to reach it.

"f-fuck i'm-" i moaned quietly to myself, even though no one could even hear me as i was home alone. i came down from my high, still circling my clit slowly as i did. i moaned her name as i came down from my climax, not even holding my phone anymore as was gripping the bedsheets with my other hand and i had my eyes closed and my head tilted back anyway. once i was finished, i placed my phone back on my bedside table and grabbed my pillow, laying my head on it as if i was laying my head on her. finally, after some time, i managed to fall asleep still thinking of her...

an: wow 2 posts in 2 days 😯 i haven't checked for mistakes so i'm sorry if there is any and i tried something different here loool i hope you guys enjoyed it <3