If You Have Ghost One Shots...You Have Everything

History Class (Primo)

TRIGGER WARNING - SMUTTTTTTTTT/AGE GAP/ANGSTTTT

"Y/n." Your history teacher, Mr. Emeritus says. He slams the chalk onto the ledge of the board and crosses his arms, his muscles flexing under the thin white button top. You snap out of your fantasies and sit up straight, "Yes, Mr. Emeritus?" You ask, giving the best doe eyes you could, your uniform top unbuttoned just enough to expose the top of your breasts, the push up bra making them look even better. You swore you saw him take a deep breath, he leaned forward on his desk, "What is the answer to the homework?" You smile softly, "Sir" you let your gaze trace up his form slowly, he squirmed lightly, "George Washington was the first President of the United States and no, it was not in the white house that it is today." You finish your answer by licking your bottom lip softly, an innocent action to anyone, except Primo, "See me after class." He says, the class ooo's, "Enough." Primo states, immediately hushing the class, "Now, the United States Constitution..." You zone out for the rest of his lecture.

The bell rings and your classmates pack up quickly. They whisper about how much trouble you were in and give you weary glances, but you just keep stone faced. Primo stood in the hallway as the other students quickly rushed to their next class. You watched as he kept a kind, small smile and waved to certain students, one girl, Mary, went out of her way to wink at him. Anger floods your veins, as he waves back. Your jaw goes tight and your foot taps under your desk. The bell rings again, Primo shuts and locks the door behind him,

"So, dreaming of me during class, Y/n?" He smirks, walking over to your desk, you couldn't look at him. You keep your stare forward, "Y/n?" He asks, leaning on the desk, you bite your lip to keep back the tears, "Why don't you ask, Mary? She seems to like you." You quip back, standing and grabbing your bag. Primo quickly grabs your wrist before you could pass him, "Y/n, what are you talking about? Mary was a student last semester, I never did anything with her, I swear." He says, his tone shifting,

"If you're a fucking whore for your students then just say it." You spit out. His eyes shift, "What did you just say to me slut?" He growls. You look up into his eyes, the lust and anger in them makes yours go wide, "I-" He pulls you against him, taking your bag and tossing it on the ground, "Was that attitude?" He asks, "Yes." You say, your voice wavering, he grabs your wrist tighter, you wince, "Yes what?" He whispers into your ear. You squeeze your legs together, the wetness already soaking your lace panties, "Yes, sir."

He pushes you towards his desk, you stumble, but quickly stand against the desk, your hands clasped in front of you, looking down at the tile. He stalks over and slams his fists on the desk beside your hips. You jump at the sound, but secretly love every second, "Strip, slut." He commands, his hands and mouth still not touching you. He steps back to watch. You start with your skirt, shimmying out of the red plaid fabric as quickly as you could. The wet spot was clear, Primo resists the urge to immediately rip off your uniform. You then unbutton the shirt and toss it randomly. You then reach behind your back and unclip the bra, your nipples already hard.

Primo unbuttons his shirt, your eyes trace lower and lower with each button his fingers undid. Your mouth waters, remembering how those fingers feel. He tosses his shirt onto the desk, and stalks back over to you. His hands grab your hips, and without saying a word, turns you away from him, and pushes your lower back to bend over his desk. His hand runs down your spine, causing a shiver to run through your entire body. He trails one finger overtop of your panties, stopping at the wet spot. He removes his hand and lays a hard smack on your ass. You moan at the stinging sensation, arching your back, "Sluts who ruin their panties I bought get spanked." Primo says, landing another hard smack, "S-Sorry, sir." You pant out, he lays another hit, you drop your head in pleasure, you can feel your slick starting to run down your thighs in humiliation. Primo chuckles deeply, "You like this don't you, slut?" He asks, you nod, he slaps your ass harder, causing you to squeak, "Use your words." He demands, smacking your ass again, "YES!" You scream, moaning as his hand grabs your ass cheek, starting to pull down your panties. He doesn't pull them off all the way, just to your knees. You feel him step back, but don't move. You needed him to touch you as quickly as possible.