Teacher's pet

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 13

🖊️i left all the doors unlocked as you said you are on your way when you get here don't just say a word got no time to play~~ -collide 🖊️

NOVA

I woke up alone, which was disappointing. He'd fucked me for real then left me. What a bummer. I'd always pictured him staying with me and holding me all night after he took me.

It was a Saturday so I tried out one of the new outfits in my closet, a very nice white button up blouse and pleated gray skirt. Not far off from my school uniform, though much higher quality. He liked me schoolgirl proper.

So kinky. I shivered with pleasure. He even had knee socks and platform Mary Janes to finish off the look.

I braided my hair into two neat braids to get it just right.
I went downstairs and found Taehyung dressed in his usual professor getup and cooking breakfast.

He turned his head and gave me the tender smile I was already addicted to. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? You must've been tired. You slept for over twelve hours."

I rubbed my eyes. "I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in a long time, so I guess that makes sense." I smiled at him tentatively. "Was it-I mean- did you-um, well, was I any good?" I finally got out then started blushing profusely.

He left what was on the stove still sizzling and approached me with a soul-melting smile. He cupped my face in both hands and touched his forehead to mine. "You were spectacular. Mind-blowing. I won't forget last night for the rest of my life. How about me? Was I any good?"I was warm and blushing and so happy, I felt tears welling up.

It was just hot sex for him, but it meant so much to me that I could barely express myself. "You were the best," I said simply.

He moaned as though he couldn't keep the noise in and it was so hot. "And the only," he said softly and firmly.

"And the only," I repeated, sure it meant something different to him than to me, but just then I didn't care. I was so content that I didn't want to look ahead at what this would probably never be, instead I wanted to enjoy whatever it was in the now.

His hand snaked down and grabbed my sex. His touch was tender, but his voice was gruff. "And this is my territory." I knew just what he wanted.

I ate him with my eyes as I repeated back softly, "And my cunt is your territory." He rewarded me with a kiss, both his hands moving to cup my face gently.

Eventually he pulled away to finish making breakfast.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"Just sit down and let me feed you. You must be starving." I was. I couldn't remember the last time anyone had made me breakfast.

He and I rarely ran into each other in the morning.

"French toast or pancakes?" he asked. "I made both. Along with the usual. Eggs, bacon, hash browns." I thought about it.

"French toast, please." I was sitting at the table, knees together, hands folded on top, on my best behavior.

He noticed and shook his head at me. "You look so much like a wellbehaved schoolgirl right now that I can barely take it. I can't even look at you. Eat your breakfast and behave," he finished, setting a heaping plate in front of me.