Temptations: sexual corpanga one-shots

Teach me

Topanga clicked her black pumps against the wooden floor of the school, straightening her shortened mini skirt while making her way to the classroom her husband was currently working in. Over the course of previous nights that week, the man had been forced to stay late and finish work. Meaning; grading papers, filing folders, and just straight up cleaning that messy classroom.

The brunette wanted to stop by and give her husband a little visit, hoping that it would allow the man to relax a little. As the small brunette came closer to the threshold of his room, she peeled off those black heels. As she didn't want her husband know she'd come in. Her head peered into the classroom, noticing the only shimmer of light in there was the small desk lamp over the oak table-top.

Sneakily, Topanga tiptoed her way into the area, holding her shoes in one hand before settling the other over his eyes. She noticed her husband jump, a few papers flying causing her to let out a few giggles.

"Guess who?" The woman smirked, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. Cory's hands grasped the edge of his desk, allowing his shoulders to become less tense. The curly haired man turned his chair to find his wife standing behind him.

His brow contorted, confused as to what she was doing here. "Honey?" He questioned, sitting up slightly. "May I ask what you're doing here?"

The brunette let out a devious giggle, settling her shoes down on his desk. Topanga positioned herself onto his lap, circling her arms around his neck. "Oh, I can't come here and pay my handsome hubby a visit?" The brunette asked curiously, giving him an innocent look.

Cory lowered his head a little, letting out a tiny chuckle. "Why do I feel like I'm not getting anything done tonight?" He questioned.

Topanga started to laugh, pulling on a tiny curl in the back of his head. "Of course you're gonna do something tonight- Me." The brunette gave off a bitter chuckle before climbing off her husbands lap. Of course the man couldn't deny he wanted to fuck his wife. Yet he wasn't sure going home was the right thing to do.

"Honey," the man started. "As much as I'd love to go home and do you all night long, I can't. I have to stay here-" he was cut off by a Topanga's finger, her perfect French manicure rubbing against his nose.

"Oh that's adorable, you think we're going home." The brunette winked at her husband playfully, slowly dragging her finger down his lips. "We," the woman made her way to door and locked it. "Are staying right here."

Cory's eyes seemed as if they pop out his head. "W-What? Topanga are you out of your mind?!" The man spat, quickly standing himself up on shaky legs. Topanga's eyes rolled before she headed back over to her spazzy husband, pushing him back in his desk chair.

"Cory, no one at all is going to catch us. Plus wouldn't it be kinda, sexy to be doing it in your classroom? I mean, it's scandalous." Cory's eyes continued to gaze at her as if she'd murdered someone. The petite brunette slowly made her way over to her husband, settling herself down on his lap.

"Come on Cory... For me?" She questioned, grasping a handful of curls into her fist while placing sloppy yet intimate kisses down his neck. The man couldn't help but groan in pleasure, his hand grasping the edge of his desk while Topanga's sloppy kisses became rougher against his neck. The woman slowly bit her lower lip, listening as he groaned her name slightly.

"That's my man..." The brunette gave a devious smirk and began to undo his button down, moving her ass against his hardened erection. Cory's head titled back, soft moans coming from his mouth while Topanga's hand moved down to his pants.

Cory's eyes hurriedly fluttered open before focusing down to Topanga's hand. A slight gasp came from his lips as her hand grasped his bulge, massaging it slightly in her hand. "Oh fuck..." Cory gulped out, chewing on his lower lip. Topanga enjoyed her husbands expression and reaction to her actions.