Band Romance One Shots (MIW/BVB)

You'll be seeing a lot more of me( Chris M x Ashley Purdy)

WARNING: R18.Read at your own risk. I know the blurb says "no smut", but I did indeed feel motivated to change that. This chapter is for you pervs out there :) Don't read unless you're into it. Pretty strong language ahead.

"Okay guys. I've read your essays and I must say I am impressed," Mr Cerulli smiled as he handed back our essays on music.

The aroma of  ginger root, fresh sandalwood and masculine musk intoxicated me as the tall, gothic man passed my desk. I waited eagerly for him to return my essay just so that I could breathe in his scent once again and admire his beautiful face.

"Mr Purdy," he smiled as he handed back my essay. "Well done on achieving the highest mark in class. 98% everybody!"

The class cheered, but the only thing I could think of was how proud Mr Cerulli was of me. It made me happy and  I wanted to make him more proud.

I was not prepared for what happened next. He winked at me before leaving my desk causing my member to slightly rise. Did it have to happen now? Why did I have to feel this way towards my teacher? It's wrong. It's illegal. Well, I'm 18 so technically it's not a sin right? It's just because he's my fucking teacher. Besides, he'll murder me if he finds out. I'll just have to make it through this lesson.

***TIME SKIP
"Ashley, stay behind!" Mr Cerulli commanded as the rest of the class left.

The kids had all disappeared after a minute, leaving me alone in the presence of my insanely hot teacher. The lump in my throat made it no easier to hide what I was feeling. Mr Cerulli stood up from his seat and I tried my best to compose myself by shaking my legs as he neared me.

"Should I help you?" He asked.

"Huh?" I replied confused. Why would he think I need his help?

His eyes travelled towards my throbbing member and he smirked. Oh. That.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I thought of my reply. I would be stupid to say no. I've been waiting for this moment my entire high school career. Fantasized about it. Touched myself just thinking about him. And here he was, offering to "relieve" me.

"Uhm yes," I nodded.

Mr  Cerulli bit his lip before locking the door. My heart could no longer take it. It started beating like never before and my pants felt even tighter.
My eyes widened when he dropped down to his knees right in front of me.  He made sure to waste no time as he loosened my jeans and pulled it to my ankles. His warm breath could be felt as he kissed up my thighs. I savored the feeling of his head between my legs. When he came up, he continued looking at me as he removed my boxers.

"Sir," I said anxiously, "are you sure you want to do this? I don't-OH GOD!" I moaned as his mouth wrapped around my tip.

"Don't stop," I panted.

His tongue trailed my length and he teased me as he gave me kitten licks.

"Sir please."

"Patience Purdy," he smirked.

He grabbed my base, stroking me lightly and I impatiently adjusted in my seat.

"Aaaah!" I moaned as he took me into his warm, wet mouth, sending shivers through my spine. He sucked hard and gagged as I started thrusting into his mouth.

"Oh fuck, Mr Cerulli please don't stop!"

I was disappointed when he removed his mouth from me, but not for too long.

He had fully removed my pants and the next thing I knew, I was firmly pressed against the wall. His scent came back to me again making my knees weak as never before.