Art Teacher x Reader (LEMON)

3

Couple days after the incident

You still have the same romantic feelings for your teacher, honestly, even more than before. There's one problem, you're still hurt from what he had said a couple days ago, you've wanted to ask him why he was upset with you, but being shy, you hadn't asked him.

Finally working up the courage, you decide to wait until class ends, to finally talk to Mr. (T/L/N) about the small incident you've been thinking about ever since it happened.

Mr. (T/L/N) dismisses everyone from class, wishing them a great weekend. You wait till everyone leaves, then walking up to Mr. (T/L/N)'s desk.

"Mr. (T/L/N)... is it okay if we talked for a second...?" You say in a low tone, scared if he'll reject your request.

"Sure..what it is (Y/N)" He says in his deep toned voice, that gorgeous, sexy voice.

Surprised he accepted, you sit in the seat close to his desk.

"Well, um, you see, couple days ago you um, gave me a bit of a shock about how you responded to me, I wanted to know if I had did anything wrong..." You built up the courage to finally spill what you wanted, hoping he won't hate you.

His face grew a little shocked, but then became a soft, concerned expression.

"(Y/N)...Did I make you feel bad? I'm so sorry, that's the last thing I wanted to do. If you want the honest truth as to why I acted that way. I'll tell you."

You nod in interest on what his reasoning is, happy that he didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

"Sweetheart, I noticed that you've recently moved your seat to the back of the room. I thought it was because you didn't want to be closer to me. To tell you the truth, I love looking at you, your work, the way you look when you're off in space, always flustered, I was upset I couldn't see that up close anymore, it ticked me off to not see how beautiful you are." Mr. (T/L/N) had explained to you.

Now hold on. Did Mr. (T/L/N) just basically confess to you?? Are you going to have a heart attack? Yes?

You stare at him in awe, speechless. All you could do is smash your lips onto his, hoping he won't object. He surprisingly pushes you closer, wrapping his arms around your hips. You move your lips off his for a split second, getting up from your seat, and sitting smack on his lap, forcefully being kissed by him once again.

'This is happening, this is really happening, I can't believe it, I'm kissing my art teacher, the one I fell for.'

"(Y/N), you're such a naughty girl. Kissing your teacher, and sitting on his lap. Do you want to continue baby?" He says in your ear, sending the best shiver down your spine. Nodding intensely, you feel his large hand slide up your shirt and to the clip of your bra.

He successfully unclips it, realizing your shirt is still on, he removes it, along with your bra. You immediately cover your breasts, feeling shy, wondering if he would criticize.

"Baby, don't cover yourself, you're a gem, let daddy see you." He says in a warm tone, rubbing your cheek.

Daddy? Did he read my thoughts? He knows what I want and I love it.

"Y-yes daddy..." You shyly say, removing your hands from your breasts, having them bounce a little. Becoming flustered from Mr. (T/L/N) staring.