Mr Bradley [Josh]

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I knocked on Mr. Bradleys' door before pulling the handle down and pushing it open. He had asked to see me earlier during the day and I was a bit nervous as to why; I didn't remember doing anything majorly wrong during his class and he seemed pretty relaxed when he suggested I should see him after class.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed as soon as he saw me; "please come in" he added and I made my way over to his desk and took a seat in front of him. I put my bag at my feet and placed my hands flat on my thighs as I tried to hide the fact that they were shaking.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked in a breathe, my voice betraying my nervous state as he raised his head from the papers in front of him and gave me a reassuring smile.

"I did, yes. I've been studying your case lately, if I might call it that, and huh yeah I was thinking you could be a brilliant student, (Y/N), at least in my field. You have the potential to really succeed and I think with one or two tutoring sessions a week; you'd probably become my best student in no time" he explained, a genuine smile on his lips as he looked at me expectantly.

I didn't understand. I wasn't the best student; that was true, but I was far from being the worst one, too. I was pretty average and always managed to maintain my grades to an acceptable level without too much work.

"I don't... I don't really understand... Did I fail the latest test?" I asked, confused as to why he would suddenly come up with such a proposition.

"Oh no! You did okay, don't worry. But I have the feeling you could do better. And I want to help you with that" he smiled again as if everything was perfectly clear. I was frozen in my seat, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I kept twisting my finger, waiting for him to add something but he didn't.

"O-okay" I agreed as I realized that was probably the best thing to do.

"Perfect! So if you have nothing else to do, I'd like to start now" he announced and I opened my eyes widely. Truth was I wasn't totally unhappy with that but I definitely didn't want to talk about media with Mr.Bradley. There were a million other things I wanted to do with him, but not that.

"But I didn't really study, like, I don't know what we're going to be doing and-" I started but stopped when I saw him got up from his chair and walk around his desk.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you okay? Do you have your book?" he asked and I nodded before reaching down and pulling it out of my bag. He was really close now and he bent down slightly to open it and turn the pages. Our shoulders were brushing and I couldn't help the thoughts that started appearing as one of his long fingers started dancing over the page he'd stopped on. I bit down on my lips and stopped myself from leaning into him any further as he turned his head to me and looked at me amused.

"You okay?" he asked; his face only inches away from mine and I had to focus really hard in order to not crash my lips on his.

"Yeah" I answered and it came out as a whisper. He was looking at me; his mesmerizing blue eyes burning into mine as his smile slowly faded away. He trailed his gaze down to my lips and then up to my eyes again. I had stopped breathing and I was pretty sure my heart had stopped beating, too. Was it really going to happen? He answered my silent question by slamming his lips down on mine; one of his hands coming to the back of my head to keep me in place. I was blown away; I had dreamed about this so many times that I couldn't even believe it was happening.

He suddenly pulled away and stood up before hurriedly taking a step back.

"I'm sorry" he said as he brushed his lips with one finger and straightened his white shirt, his eyes avoiding me.

"It's hum... It's okay" I answered, disappointment evident in my voice. I then frowned; I didn't want this to stop; he didn't have the right to do that and then just say that he was sorry. He had kissed me for a reason; a professor doesn't kiss one of his students just out of impulse; it was too much of a risk.

I got up and walked over to him; he turned his head toward me and I stopped a few feet away from him. I made sure to hold his gaze as I got on my tiptoes; I wanted to make sure I wasn't making him uncomfortable so I took my time as I brushed my lips over his; he didn't move so I finally closed the gap.

He immediately responded and started to kiss me back; his hands coming to my waist as he pressed his back against a wall and held me closer. I could feel his chest through both our shirts and I wanted nothing more than rip his off his body.

"What are we doing?" he whispered against my lips, before pulling away. He looked at me; his fingertips slightly digging into my hips as he made sure there was no space left between us.

"I want this" I informed him, confidence taking over me as I'd never had said something like that to one of my professor in any other situation.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his hands coming to my face as he forced me to look at him; his eyes were forcing the truth out of me.

"I am." I said before kissing him again. He trailed his fingers under my blouse and started stroking my skin; goose bumps forming on it as he ran them just under my bra. He then wrapped his arms around my lower back and slowly pulled away from the wall; walking me toward his desk.

"I've kind of always wanted to do this" he admitted as he sat me on the edge and undid the buttons of my blouse. "But we gotta be quick; I'd never forgive myself if we got caught" he finished before pulling my skirt up to reveal my lace panties. I parted my legs and smirk as he gasped, his eyes on my covered core.

"Holy shit, I wasn't expecting that" he breathed as he ran his hands up my legs. I shivered and reached out to place my hand on his boner; my fingers wrapping around the outline of his hardening length.

"Quick" he repeated as he took a step back and placed his hands on my hips before turning me around so that I was facing the desk. "Is it okay that way?" he asked and I hastily nodded as he pressed a hand in-between my shoulder blades, forcing me to bend down.

He very slowly pulled my panties down and I tried not to moan as he caressed my thighs in the process. I then heard the sound of a zipper and next thing I knew he was pressing himself against me; his erection brushing against my backside.

"please!" I whined as I tried to push myself against him. I heard him chuckle and looked over my shoulder to see him open a foil packet and roll a condom on his length. He ran a finger up and down my slits and hummed in satisfaction as he noticed how aroused I was.

I felt his tip press against my entrance and I bit down on my lower lip as he started to push in. He groaned in satisfaction and I griped on the edge of the desk as he slowly pulled out and pushed in again. He built up a steady rhythm; his hands firmly holding my hips as he kept thrusting in and out of me.

"Oh god you feel too damn good" he growled as I saw his hands move to the side of the desk and he pressed his thighs to the back of mine, reaching deeper inside of me.

"Oh god Mr.bradley " I moaned and I soon felt his chest against my back as he brushed a few strand of hair out of my face and placed his lips under my ear.

" josh, it's josh " he let out and I moaned his name as a knot started to form in the pit of my stomach. "Are you close?" he asked and it almost sounded like a plea. I nodded and he picked up his pace; his skin now slapping against mine as he gave it his all. I came a few seconds later; my body jolting forward and my mouth opening in shock as a powerful orgasm took over my body and mind.

"Oh shit, (Y/N)!" josh moaned as he gave three more thrusts and stilled inside of me. He pressed his lips against my shoulder and made sure to quiet himself down as he came into the condom, his hips twitching a few times against my backside.

He pulled out of me and I slowly stood up before turning around to face him. I pulled my skirt down as he zipped his pants up and when he finally looked at me, I noticed that a satisfied and lazy smile had appeared on his face.

"So, tutoring? Twice a week?"

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