(grayson).
one damaged student,
one caring teacher.
so many rules, laws, morals
stand between them.
will it all vanish in the
face of pure unchaste lust?
♡very mature content.
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"WHO WAS THAT?" were the first words out of graysons' mouth when he pulled her into his office, wanting a small, minimalist talk with her. in smugness, she shrugs with aloofness, thrilled at his obvious and burning jealousy.
"really none of your business, grayson." she meekly says, using his first name for the first time. the name felt odd in her mouth, having to say it gingerly. she found out his name from the school board, and his phone number and nationality. italian. she always had a weakness for the country — especially their scrumptious food.
he huffs in anger, knowing he'll never get answer out of her, not when she's like this; all smug and ignorant.
"so for weeks, you're on and off, looking all sad but then you come in with blonde hair and blue eyes. what's going on dove?"
she bites her fenty covered lip, placing a dainty hand on his strong bicep, before inching closer to his face. "don't you like it, daddy?" the flirty tone from around a month ago was back, sultry words slipping from her tongue as she grins.
suddenly turning them around, he slams her curved back against the hard wall, resonating with a thud. his amber eyes gazes into hers, narrow exultant eye contact between them heightens. "not when you're with him." him referring to justin.
almost turned on by his blatant envious words, she kisses him quickly, her glossy, slippery lips moving against his erotically. tongues slide in, and play with each other, the taste of coffee still lingering on graysons' mouth, tasting a little sweet and sugary. she grabs his loose hand, and wraps his cold ringed fingers around the base of her neck then slides her hand to his wrist, wanting him to hold her there, exactly like that. dove always had a thing for choking, obviously not to the point where she can't breathe but a little squeeze to show that he's in charge was always a turn on. the cold rings rubbing against her hot skin, like ice against a heater. even though she was an unintentional flirt, she always preferred being the submissive, weak under the males' rough touch.
manicured fingers slip into his gelled hair and gives a slight tug at the dark roots, a groan echoing into her mouth and she could give under right there and then. she yearned for more. maybe more action or more choking. either way, she was desperate.
finally, he pulls away, lips very pink and sore and a little sparkly from her gloss. breathing deep and heavy, he lightly shakes his head, "you know we can't do this. i'm twenty four, and you're eighteen. the school authorities wouldn't allow this, i shouldn't allow this — "
she giggles unintentionally, finding it so hilarious that he actually cares about this whole situation after they kiss.
"and what about it? you've already done it, twice. we might as well fuck now," she smiles, twirling a bright blonde curl around her long finger, "y'know, get it over and done with."
her very wild and outrageous words make it impossible for him not to grin at her. he peers down at her, the gorgeous toffee beauty. her lightened kinky hair cascaded around her sharp jaw and high cheekbones ( that is sparkling from golden highlighter ). she truly was spectacular and he couldn't get enough.
"now, can you tell me why you were off school for so long?" he mutters, a hushed tone even though the door was locked and thick, it was kind of impossible for anyone to hear.
pale cornflower blue eyes peer around, almost scared of being heard, "look i don't feel uncomfortable saying here..."
"so you're comfortable enough to kiss me but not enough to tell me what happened? what perfect logic," he sarcastically comments, crossing his bulky arms.
"shhh."
"is that necessary?"
"shhhhh!"
she's smiling, clearly wanting to irritate him which works, as he is clearly an intolerant man. rolling his eyes, he deliberates on what next to say, "why don't you come over on friday night and explain then, we could eat some food and maybe — "
chewing on the inside of her pink mouth, dove hesitates, knowing he won't like what she has to say next, "i can't, i have a party on friday." and the air goes completely silent as if he's utterly speechless and all coherent words are lodged down his throat. he's stunned, knowing exactly who invited her. that boy from earlier in the hallway. he didn't know him and nor did he want to; he looked like a player who won hearts of innocent girls. which was true, subtract the player part. grayson can't tell if he's more angry that he got denied or the fact that he wasn't quick enough. "it's not like i wouldn't want to come, it's just — "
"it's fine dove, you don't need to explain. it wasn't like i was asking you out on a date, c'mon. you're just a student. i'm worried about you."
his words seem to come out ruder and choppier than expected, snipping at her heart like a sharp pair of scissors. 'you're just a student' — ooh it hit a nerve, as she wanted to grasp her chest as it felt heated and flamed, as if a fire was stewing in her ribcage, scorching the red blood pumping through her thin veins. she was easily angered and it was blatant right now.
stepping back, she doesn't want to do anything she regrets, "i'm just a student yeah? please tell my lips that after you've practically abused them with your own twice. tell my hips that after grabbing them while you fucking rub yourself against me on the wall. just keep that same energy while you kiss me. oh please, if anything i should be telling you that you're just a teacher. an annoying teacher at that. stay out of my life, and don't worry about what happens in it because i sure am just. a. student." she says very calmly to the point where he's actually terrified.
with her cheeks inflamed and her eyes in a furious squint, she steps back a little further. then in a small angry little huff fumbling out of her mouth, the petite girl walks out without another word and crashing the door shut.
"dove wait!"
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have any of y'all had a hot teacher you've wanted to kiss, because i haven't :((( all my teachers are either male and old or female but young. there's one p.e teacher that is hot but that's about it, he's never even looked my way sis.
