Michael: "Miss (Y/L/N) I'd like to see you after class if you don't mind" your art teacher mutters in your ear, his plump pink lips grazing your skin, you nod stiffly and he straightens up, walking back to the front of the class, a small smirk on his face, he picks up his pallete and continues dabbing paint onto his canvas, whistling to himself "Mr. Clifford looks so hot with red hair" your best friend whispers, winking at you "I know, he looks amazing" you murmur "you know he's only like twenty three? I mean not trying to sound slutty or anything, but I'd so tap that" she continues both of you dissolve into giggles, biting your lips to try and silence them "quiet down back there...I wouldn't want to have to punish you so stop being naughty girls" Michael calls, you blush and duck your head, slightly embarrassed. After the class ends and everybody has left you walk over to Micheal, watching him as he paints, his brow furrowed in concentration and his tongue poking out of his mouth, he sets his paintbrush down and turns around, grinning, and you burst out laughing "what's so funny?" He asks, you cover your mouth and point at him "y-you've got paint right there" you giggle, he rubs his cheek furiously "did I get it?" He grins, you shake your head and step closer to him, you gently wipe the blue smudge away, your thumb brushing those perfect lips of his "there" you breathe, there is silence and then he leans closer to you, his green eyes shining "Mr. Clifford-" "please call me Michael" his fingers slip behind your neck, pulling you closer "Michael...I don't think we should be-" he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours "stop over thinking and just let yourself go" he mumbles, his mouth is hot and sweet, sending your mind reeling, your hands slip into his hair, pulling him closer to you and he smirks, pulling away slowly, his hands rest on your waist and he lifts you up onto the paint cupboard, your legs tangling around his torso "I have had you in my class for two years now and no offence but you can't draw for shit, and I know you hate art, yet you've never dropped it...why?" He chuckles, you blush, looking down "I-I come to see you" you mumble, he smiles widely, slowly undoing your shirt buttons "thats what I thought" he whispers, slipping your bra strap down your arm and kissing your shoulder lightly, you whimper and pull his face up to yours, kissing him harshly before pulling away and looking down "this is wrong, you're my teacher...and-and you're old!" You mutter "ouch, I'm only twenty three!" He laughs, lifting your chin so your eyes meet his "and no one has to know" he whispers, his soft lips touching to your neck "we could be careful, it would be our little secret" he breathes.
Calum: You grin at your best friend and tear a piece of paper out of your notebook 'Mr. Hood's ass looks amazing in those jeans holy fuck he's so hot' you scribble, folding the paper you reach over to pass it to her, but before you know it you feel the small scrap grabbed from your hand "you know how much I hate note-passing in my class Miss (Y/L/N)" Calum, your Geography teacher says, shaking his head, he unfolds the paper and you gasp, he reads it, one eyebrow raising and a smirk spreading over his lips "see me after the lesson" he chuckles, turning around and intentionally tucking the paper into his back pocket, you are blushing furiously, your hands over your face. When the rest of the class leaves you stay behind, sitting at your desk quietly, Calum slowly cleans the board before coming over to you, his smirk still plastered over his face "so Miss (Y/L/N)...you think I'm hot?" He asks, you drop your head onto your desk and groan "I'm so sorry" you exclaim "I think it was kinda cute" he laughs, he takes your hand and plays with your fingers, grinning to himself, he pulls you out of your seat and close to his chest, holding you close "you are a beautiful girl (Y/N)" he murmurs, one hand on your back, the other rests against your cheek, he pushes his full lips down on yours hungrily, his hips grinding against yours, when he finally pulls away you are both out of breath and he leans his forehead against yours "sir we shouldn't-" "shh...I want you to take all your clothes off and call me sir again" he growls, his fingers digging into your hips "y-yes sir" you stammer, slowly pulling your clothes off, soon you stand naked in front of him and he smirks, locking the classroom door, he wriggles out of his jeans and boxers and you see his hard on smack against his stomach, you gulp, partly terrified, but mostly turned on beyond belief "Mr. Hood" you whimper, he tugs his shirt off, revealing his tanned chest and tattoos, he grabs your thighs and backs you up against the wall, kissing you roughly "we have to be quick" he mutters, pushing into you, he gives you a minute to adjust before thrusting at an impressive speed "oh god sir!" You cry out "shh, wouldn't want anyone to hear us would you?" He taunts, kissing your neck, you bite your lip and shake your head, he gives a few more thrusts and you reach your climax, moaning softly in his ear, he follows soon after and he chuckles, helping you get redressed "so I'll see you on Friday" he grins, giving you one last chaste kiss "yeah" you giggle.
Ashton: You are woken up by Ashton pressing soft kisses to your face "wake up baby, you're gonna be late" he whispers "don't wanna go" you mumble, opening your eyes, he is fully dressed apart from his tie, which is draped loosely around his shoulders, he laughs and tugs you out of bed, steering you to his closet "here wear this" he instructs, handing you one of his shirts, it is a Nirvana tank top and smells like him, when you pull it on, it is like a shirt dress, so you slip on your converse and you're ready to go "are you gonna give us a ton of homework again today Ash?" You whine, he laughs and kisses your cheek "firstly, it's school hours, so that's Mr. Irwin to you, the my incredibly sexy and great in bed literature teacher bit is optional" he smirks "and yeah, I'm gonna give you homework, but don't worry, I'll help you out tonight if you pay me back" he adds, winking suggestively "or you could even pay me in advance...I don't know, maybe a bit of head before we go? Or even a quickie?" He breathes, you laugh and shake your head "no way Asht-Mr. Irwin" you giggle, he rolls his eyes and presses his soft lips against yours "you suck" he pouts "but you still love me" you giggle, squeezing his crotch through his jeans, his breath catches in his throat and he glares at you "sometimes I wonder why" he mutters "because I give great head?" You suggest, slipping to your knees, he nods, groaning as you begin to suck him off.
Luke: "Shh baby, you wouldn't want anyone to hear us would you?" You tease, Luke grunts, gripping your hair tightly, he shakes his head breathlessly and thrusts into your mouth, moans falling freely from his mouth "oh god I'm close" he mumbles, you nod, sucking him harder and stroking him faster "baby slow, I wanna cum inside you, I want you wrapped around me nice and wet" he groans "yes Mr. Hemmings" you giggle, hitching your skirt up "wait" he pants "I want to see you touch yourself first, see if you can make yourself feel as good as I can, I want you to touch your little pussy with those soft hands, get yourself wet for me" he instructs, his words make you gulp, you nod toying with your clit beneath your skirt, he smirks, watching you hungrily, you slip three fingers into yourself, and Luke lifts your skirt up so he can see your fingers sliding in and out of your glistening core, he removes your hand, knowing you are getting close, and he sucks your fingers clean before pushing his throbbing hard on into you, he groans in pleasure, thrusting hard. Within minutes you have spilled your juices over him and he has filled you up with his thick warm cum, it drips out of you slowly, running down your thighs "Mr. Hemmings" you whimper, he smirks, kissing you lightly "you have such a nice little pussy, nicer than any of the other students here" he muses, your eyes go wide and he chuckles "what you thought you were the only one? No no darling, but you are certainly my favourite. Be back tomorrow, same time. I think you just might become a little teacher's pet" he smirks.
