~I'm Yours~ A Compilation of Striders x Reader One-shots

~Chapter Five~ Mr. Strider Pt. 1

*⚠* Reader is under eighteen in this chapter and they're basically fucking their teacher, if you're uncomfortable with this type of stuff, go ahead and skip over it, otherwise, keep on reading. *⚠️*️

-You-

You did it again.

You failed your fucking english test.

'How the hell do you fail a language you already speak!?!' You curse to yourself in your head. You currently had a grade that was worse than an F.

It was after school, sitting in one of those uncomfortable desk chairs on the opposite side of your teacher's desk. You were staring at your hands, which were placed palm down on your knees. You didn't need to see him to describe him, you practically memorized how he looked just watching him teach.

He was obviously older than you, most likely in his mid-twenties, since he also younger brother, who was in some of your other classes. His hair was a medium blonde color, and his skin was tanned perfectly. He was tall, just shy of about seven feet, you'd say. He had a slight southern accent, he was also pretty muscular, and you could see a few small scars trailing up his arms. Dave did say he fought his brother on the roof with swords. Everyone doubted Dave, as popular as he was. You had never seen your teacher's eyes, though. Striders had some weird family thing with irony and shades. It was pretty obvious and undoubtable to all, though, that you had a crush on your English teacher.

"___?"

Great, and now you've been zoning out this whole time he's been talking to you.

"S-sorry..." You stutter, looking up at him. He's staring at you through his shades.

"Do you know how you're going to make this up?" He asked lowly, in a tone that literally made you shiver in your seat.

"No, sir, I don't." You reply softly, looking back at your hands. He sighed deeply.

"You don't need to call me sir, just call me Derek." He said. You awkwardly nodded. You didn't know any of your teachers names, nor your principal's, so calling him by his name would be weird. You look back up at him, and he's still staring at you.

"How about this, ___," He started off, standing up and walking over in front of you. "I'll tell you this first. I've heard you in the halls with your little friends, I've watched you watch me in class. I know what you want, and I want it too." He said, leaning in close.

You blush hard and swallow thickly.

"I'll give it to you, just until you pick up your grade. I'll change the scores on yours and correct them for you if needed, but everything else you'll do on your own. I just provide...motivation...in a way." He stopped for a second, before continuing to speak.

"Once you're not failing anymore, we'll stop

" He said. By now, you're practically completely red. He smirked and sat down.

"I'll give you a little taste, if you'd like, just to prep you for tomorrow." He said with a chuckle. Your eyes dart up to him and your brows furrowed in confusion.

"T-tomorrow?" You stutter.

"I'll e-mail your parents, tell them I've started tutoring you." He said simply. You bite your lip, thinking.

You really want it, you really do. In fact, you need it, the higher score and him. Your body was now craving him with such a hunger that it felt like your heart was experiencing a fucking famine. You sigh in defeat.

"Fine." You agree. Being sexually frustrated with no release was irritating. He simply smirked at you.

"C'mere" He said with a smirk, patting his lap gently. You bite your lip and stand, then walk over and settle yourself in his lap.

He grabbed ahold of your small, _tone_, hips with leather gloved hands, moving your waist for you. Your school was a uniform school, and you were wearing a skirt that flared out and around your spread thighs, leaving the thin fabric of your panties against the fabric of his jeans. You put your hands on your thighs, clenching the end fabric of your pleated blue skirt. Your lower half was dragged up and down his hard, growing erection, making your pussy a waterfall of wet. You started to pant softly as the teasing grew to be too much for your sensitive clit. You looked up at him and begged him for more. He smirked and had you stand up, flipping your skirt up over your waist and pulling down your little panties roughly. He didn't take them off, though. Your pussy was already soaking wet, so it wasn't that much of a struggled to push a finger inside if you. You moaned softly, putting your hands on the edge of the desk as you grinded against his hand. He held your skirt out of the way as he began to move his single finger in and out of you.

"I-I can take the skirt off of you'd like..." You suggest shakily, quivering, _tone_ fingers already moving towards the waistline. He pushed your hands away.

"Keep it on." He demanded in a huskier voice than usual, making you literally shiver, again.

He sped up his finger, before adding a second one. You could barely fit them, due to how tight you were. His leather glove was pretty slick from your wet. You lean back onto the desk a bit. You bite back your moans by biting your lower lip. He looked up at you.

"Don't hold back," He demanded, slowing down his fingers. "Or else." You whimper in protest, grinding against his fingers.

"Please?" You whine. He moves things out of the way and lays you down on your back onto the desk. This time, he doesn't hold back. His fingers move at a rapid and rough pace, fingers practically coming in and out of you completely.

It didn't take you much longer after that to cum. You laid on the desk, panting and recovering. He pulled his fingers out, licking them off, before helping you up. You pull up your panties and fix your skirt. He looked at you with a smirk.

"Come back tomorrow afternoon, and you'll get more." He said. "I'll also raise your grade by just a little, as a head start." He said with a smirk.

"Y-yeah..." You stutter for the hundredth time today. "Thank you." You say, before turning to leave.

"Anytime." He said as you left.

You were half looking forward to tomorrow and half dreading it.