some smuts

count for me / luke hemmings

I'm gonna start putting warnings on my smuts because I don't know how smutty they can get.

***warning***: teacher/student fantasy that's kinky and smutty and unprotected as fuck.

(if you know me in real life, i'm fucked up and i'm sorry)

College definitely wasn't what I thought it was going to be. Especially with Mr. Hemmings as my mathematics professor. See the thing about Mr. Hemmings - besides being totally gorgeous and the sexiest piece of ass on this campus - is that he and I have a special relationship. And if word got out about us, fuck we'd be in some deep shit. But being a secret is what makes it so hot. Just the thought of him doing things to me, makes me so needy for him.

I walked into class a little late today on purpose. I seen the way his eyes peered at me from the side as I quietly took my seat. He didn't said anything, but I knew what he was capable of when I disobeyed him. He knew what I wanted whenever I arrived after class had already begun.

I watched him with hungry eyes as his muscles flexed while writing some equation on the board. The way his hand effortlessly glided the marker made my imagination wonder. All of the things he could do to me. I wanted it all. I needed to feel his hands tangled in my hair while his lips pressed against mine. I needed to feel his broad shoulders and arms wrap around me. I needed to feel everything.

I remember the first time we ever done something so unorthodox. It was the first time I was late to class. He had called me out in front of everyone. I was so embarrassed when he told me to stay afterwards. When I walked up to his desk he walked around me slowly and whispered in my ear, "Bend over."

I looked at him like he was crazy. He loosened his tied and said it again, "Bend over."

This all felt so wrong. And I knew it was too. But I did it anyways. I bent over his cold mahogany desk and could feel the vibration of my heartbeat.

"So you think it's okay to walk into my class late huh?" He paced around me angrily.

I didn't say anything, just stood there bent over his desk with my hands gripping the sides.

Before I could collect my thoughts and process what was happening, his hand came barreling down and smacked my ass.

I yelped from the sudden sting. But part of me wanted him to do it again.

"I asked you a fucking question." His voice grew louder.

"No." I pleaded, answering his question from before.

"No, what?" His strong hand met my ass again making me almost moan.

"No, Sir." I squeezed the sides of his desk.

He hummed, "Good girl. Stand up. Face me."

I slowly brought myself up and turned to face him. He was stood tall with his arms crossed. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes.

I felt so ashamed and shy, but at the same time I wanted more. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at his lustful eyes. He smiled down at me, "We're going to have so much fun together my little pet."

And that was the moment that started it all. He made me want to break all the rules, just so he'd punish me and do bad things to my body. And I loved every fucking bit of it. And right now I felt like I could explode if I didn't get it right this second.

When class finally ended and everyone left the room, I ran down towards his desk and grabbed the sides of his face, pulling his lips to mine

"I need you so fucking bad." I whispered against his mouth. My needy hands roaming up and down his chest, then finally grabbing at his cock.