MxF Teacher Imagines (Y/n)

Teasing (part 1); Hints to smut

-Y/n's pov-

I walked down the hall with F/n. My skirt only hitting my lower thigh and my fishnets barely covering anything. I always loved how the dress code was bullshit, there but not enforced. I could hardly contain my excitement, as I waited to turn the corner. Seeing the dangerous look on t/n's face, I smirked, knowing what I was doing to him. F/n walked into the classroom first. I soon walked after but before i could, I was stopped by a cold hand wrapped around my waist. 'What do you think you're doing? Dressed like that?' He said through his teeth. I eyed him innocently 'What do you mean?' I asked. 'Oh, you have no idea what you've started.' He said to me, a mischievous glint in his eye as he released me.

I walked to my seat. Sitting down and crossing my legs, Exposing the under part of my exposed thighs. He entered the classroom as the bell rung, eyeing me quickly and then proceeded to start class.

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13 minutes passed, and i had started the assignment he assigned. I looked up to him, and he shot me a wink, proceeding to move his fingers on his desk in a secretive circular motion. I shifted in my seat, drawing his attention to the effect he was having. He smirked to himself as he enjoyed the view from under my skirt, watching the puddle build in my underwear. 

I held my poker face, or at least tried to, not letting him get the exact satisfaction it seemed he desperately needed.

...

The class was coming to a close as he was checking everyone's work. He was checking mine, and then called my name. 'Y/n, would you come here?' I smirked. 'Yes, Sir.' He patted the chair next to him. He was explaining something to me, as I felt a cold hand run up my thigh. My face flushed red as I tried to hide the burning feeling the was arousing in my stomach. I felt his hand hover over my underwear, Sensing the wetness he was creating. 

He finished explaining, as he sent me back to my seat, leaving me wanting only more. I knew I had to get him back, so I 'accidently' dropped my pencil, bending down to give him a clear view. I turned around, seeing the dangerous look lingering on his eyes, I won. 

...

Class went by and soon the bell rung. I got up, slowly trailing behind f/n. I was about to leave when I was stopped. 'Where do you think you're going, y/n?'