Bear's Audio Emporium Oneshots

Teacher! Cedar x Student! Reader part 1?

Okay so basically allison is you.  but i'm too lazy to change it to y/n so deal with it.

"Allison, are you paying attention?" My teacher questioned, walking to my desk in the back of the room. I quickly hid my drawings of his name and mine, hoping he wouldn't notice. Unfortunately for me, Mr. Miles notices everything. He held out his hand, continuing to speak about the concept of variables. I groaned giving him the drawings. Now he would know exactly why I was failing his class.

~Time skip to End of Class~

"Remember homework is page 105, numbers one through fifty!" I began packing up my things, throwing my bookbag over my shoulder and trying to rush out of his classroom, "Ms. Rusher... Take a seat please." I shivered at the low tone he used, sounding stricter than I've ever heard. I took a seat in the chair in front of his desk, setting my bookbag on the floor beside it. "Ms. Rusher, your grades have been dropping dramatically. I've talked to your other teachers and they've noticed a drop as well, but minor compared to mine." I looked down at my desk, picking at my nails. I knew my grades were dropping. I just couldn't get him out of my mind! His long luxurious hair, his beautifully shapen face, his sexy smile and sharp voice! He infested mind every day!

"Allison!" Speaking of sharp voice, his interrupted my daydream, "You are being so disrespectful young lady. What happened  to the attentive young lady at the beginning of the year, hmmm?"

I made myself look up at him, my green irises slowly climbing his body. I wonder how he looked without that button-up shirt. "M-mister Miles, I do want to sincerely apologize. I've been dealing with some issues lately." He looked down to his desk his eyes searching a paper. Whatever was on it had made him smirk.

"I assume they are issues dealing with me?" Had he looked at what I sketched across that paper?! I thought he threw it in the trash!

"Y-yes sir." I could feel my face burning. He looked up from his desk, chuckling at my state.

"You look a little red Allie. Is something...wrong~?" I bit the inside of my lip. "Is it too hot in here for you~?" He got up from his desk, striding over to where I was sitting. I tried to look anywhere but his direction, but he wasn't making that easy for me. "Hmm, Allie darling," He chuckled darkly before continuing, "Would you say I'm your favorite teacher~?" I opened my mouth to respond, but only nodded. "You like me don't you Allie~?" I trembled in my seat, feeling awkward and horrified. How could I have been so stupid as to draw that! A heart with an arrow going through it, his name in big, bold, and cursive letters. Cedar Miles. It was such a beautiful name.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I need an answer Allison. Now."

"No sir!" I blurted out.

"Now you're lying to me?" He raised an eyebrow in question, his smirk growing ever so slowly. "Tell me Allison. Do you. Like me?" His voice was soft and seductive, practically hypnotizing me into answering him.

"Y-yes sir, I-I do."

"Good girl~" I shivered at the praise he gave me, holding back a sigh of content. "You may be a good girl, but you've been bad Allison. Very bad," He walked over to his desk, pulling his yardstick out of the holder, "Get up and bend over your desk." His command sent a chill through my spine, but I followed his orders, feeling a tiny spark being lit inside me.

"W-what if someone sees?" I heard his classroom door shut and lock. His footsteps towards me were loud and echoed in the empty room.

"I've got everything covered. Don't worry your little ambitious head about a thing cutie pie~" I squeaked when I felt a hand grip my ass, followed by a body. His hand. My teacher's hand was grabbing me. Holy fucking shit. "You think you should be punished for this...bad behavior~?"

"M-mister Miles, I- hah~!" I moaned when I felt his hand slap across my jeaned backside.

"Ohoh please! Call me, Cedar~" I bit my lip as he bucked into me. I could feel his hard-on pressing into me. I'm getting turned on by my teacher grabbing me. I heard a low growl escape his mouth and felt a tug ta my jeans' belt loops. "I want these off. Strip, pet." The sound of that name sent something warm yet cold through my body, straight to my core. I stood straight up, slowly pulling my jeans back down over the desk. "Aww, look at these pretty little panties~ What a shame they have to...come off." His thumbs hooked under the fabric, yanking it down. I flinched at the feeling of his hand slapping across my bare backside. "I'm thinking five lashes, Princess~ How do you feel about that, hmm~?" I whimpered into my arms, shivering. "I didn't hear a yes sir," His hand collided with my ass, quite hard, causing a yelp to escape from my lips, "Answer me Pretty Princess."

"Y-yes sir." He whispered a praise, before slowly easing his body away from mine.

"Do you want me to count down or get it over with?" I had to think for a moment. What did I want? Should I just get it over with? I felt his fingers tapping impatiently on my hip as if to warn me.

"G-get it over with." I felt a bit pressured with my answer, but also confident. Him counting down in that hot sexy voice would make me chicken out. 

A/N: cliffhangers are my favorite!  Don't you agree~?