Bad teacher▪C.B

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Corbyn pushes your back against the cold wall of his bedroom. Though it won't stay that way. His lips attatch to yours hungerly. His hands trail down your body then back up to hold your neck. He pulls away and trails his kisses down your neck sucking on your sweet spot making you moan a little.

Corbyn pulls away again again. He stares into your eyes his greenish blue ones filled with lust.

"I'm going to teach you some stuff. First I wanna know what you want. A number one rule is being able to be vocal with your partner. Tell them what you like and what you don't like. So tell me what you want me to do," Corbyn says tracing his fingers on the hem of your shirt.

"I-I wan't you to touch me," I stumble on my words.

"How so how do you want me to touch you?" Corbyn asks.

"Mr. Bess- I um mean Corbyn I want you to remove my clothes and then show me what your fingers can do. After that I want to feel your cock inside me," I look away from his eyes scared of what he would say or do.

"It's okay baby girl I like this sudden boost of confidence you had," Corbyn whispers.

He grabs the hem of your shirt that he was playing with and pulls it off throwing it on the floor. He then does the same with your shorts leaving you in only your bra and panties.

"You okay? You sure you want me to do this? I can stop at anytime," Corbyn says. You nod not knowing what to say at the moment. You just wanted him to finger your pussy like you imagined every time you saw his fingers.

He gingerly slips his hand in your panties and rubs your clit in a figure eight motion. He places his lips on your neck again gently biting for pleasure. He slips one finger in pumping it in and out.

You throw your head back to the side your mouth hanging slightly agape. He adds another finger going faster. Curling them he hits your g-spot.

"c-corbyn," you moan as he presses his fingers against your g-spot again.

"Yes babygirl are you okay?" He hums.

You bite your lip to stop from moaning. His fingers definitely felt better than your own. And never did you think senior year was when you had the balls to lose your virginity or even let a man touch you. Let alone your teacher.

Corbyn curls his fingers again brushing lightly against your g-spot making your eyes screw shut.

"Baby girl look at me," Corbyn growls. "I know your close I want you to watch me when I make you come."

You move to look at the blonde who was working his magic. Your moans fill the room. Corbyn eyes meet yours as he scans your facial features.

"C-Corbyn I'm gonna c-come," you try to breath as the knot in your stomach tightens. You clench around Corbyns fingers coming undone under his touch moaning his name.

Corbyn pulls his hand out of your panties and sucks on his two fingers tasting you.

"Damn that was so hot," he says his hot breath fanning your face. His lips capture yours in a deep kiss his hand holding the wall behind your head.

You can faintly taste yourself on his lips as you part your lips so his tongue can explore your mouth. His hands go down cupping your ass making you jump. Your legs wrap around his hips and he pulls you off the wall carrying you to his queen size bed.

He lays you down holding your thighs close him as he rubs his erection against your crotch. You moan and pull away from your make out to breath. Panting you take the time to kiss down Corbyns collar bones and neck before taking his ear lobe between your teeth.

He quietly moans. Corbyn reaches up unclasping your bra removing it slowly. He smirks leaning down. His lips graze your nipple before he swirls his tongue around it sucking on it. His other hand plays with your other breast squeezing and pinching the nipple.

"Corbyn please I need you," you wiggle under his body trying to push your hips into his for friction.

"Baby girl chill we have time," Corbyn whispers. God you love it when he calls you Baby girl. A shiver runs down your spine when Corbyns cold hands trail down your body. "Okay I'll give you what you want no more teasing and waiting."

Corbyn pushes off his jeans leaving him in his boxers. He walked over to his bedside table taking a foil package out. He returns between your legs lowering his boxers and pulling the foil package open with his teeth.

He slips the lubricated condom over his erect penis. Corbyn grabs your panties swiftly pulling them off your body.

"Tell me to stop if I'm hurting you Baby girl," Corbyn says lining himself up with your enterence. "Tell me you understand!"

"I understand just please I want this," you beg because the blonde was taking so long.

He chuckles before slowly pushing in. You close your eyes not because of the pain but the really uncomfortable feeling. Corbyn stops.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Corbyn asks about to pull out.

"No no it doesn't hurt it's just really uncomfortable," you say and Corbyn nods still not moving. "You can um continue," you whisper.

Corbyn thrusts slowly his hands holding his weight so he doesn't crush you. You can't help but kiss his soft lips again. He slips his tongue in your mouth and you fight for dominance obviously losing.

"Harder please daddy," you moan and he speeds up. Your nails rake down his back and ass now that you where feeling pleasure. Corbyn moans and groans placing his face in your neck.

God they where so hot. His groans where deep and husky which turned you on even more. He hits your g-spot making you moan loudly.

"F-fuck I'm so close," you moan throwing your head back and holding tightly to Corbyns shoulders.

"Me too babygirl," he thrusts a few more times getting sloppy. A sheen coat of sweat stick to both your skins. "So so close!"

For the second time that night you come undone in Corbyns arms. You squeeze his shoulders digging in your nails at how intense the waves washed over. With one last convolce Corbyn spills his cum into the condom. He pulls out and gets up desposing of the condom.

"Please don't tell anyone of this," Corbyn says coming back into the room. Dang he was big bigger than he felt.

"Like I would wanna be made fun of for being with my astronomy teacher. I wouldn't hear the end of it with Tiff," Corbyn frowns.

"What's so wrong with being with me?" Corbyn asks.

"It's just that everyone thinks I hate you and I kinda still do. But I need this. It isn't you as a person that I hate but you as a teacher," you turn around so you don't have to see his face anymore. Of course that would upset him. Cause you don't like his job or anything about it.

"Just I don't want to get in trouble by the law. So neither of us can talk about this!"