"A/N: Before I start I just want to say that this would probably never happen in real life but let's pretend it can haha

Description: Pete is a new teacher at school. After teasing him for a couple of weeks he finally snaps and fucks you against his desk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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 You're so lucky you have science next." My best friend, Amelia, sighed as she leaned against the locker next to mine. Two weeks ago we got a new science teacher, Mr. Wentz. And all the girls in school have been drooling over him. Including me.

"Yeah, I guess I am." I lightly chuckled, closing my locker before pulling out my textbook. I started walking towards the science room, Amelia following me considering her next class is right next to mine. "If anything happens, use protection." She winked, slapping my bum before walking into her class.

I let out a laugh as I rolled my eyes, walking into my own classroom. I sat down at my assigned seat, the front left corner next to he window. I set my things down on the desk, letting out a sigh as I leaned back in my seat. The room started to fill with more students before Mr. Wentz finally walked in.

"Alright, let's get started." He grinned at us as he set his coffee mug down on his desk. A fond smile grew on my face as I watched him, the way his glasses would slide down the bridge of his nose so he'd have to push them up. Or the way his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his tattooed arms. 

"I'm going to pass around a worksheet, if anyone needs and help please feel free to come up and ask me any questions you have." Mr. Wentz spoke up, pulling a stack of papers out of his briefcase. "I have a question, Mr. Wentz." I spoke up, feeling a smirk form on my lips.

"What is it?" He asked as he started passing the papers out. "Are you single?" I asked, earning giggles from other girls around the room. Mr. Wentz let out a sigh, but quietly chuckled along. "I don't see what that has to do with anything, but yes. I am." He replied, walking back to his desk. "Good to know." I smiled, sending him a wink.

I looked down at my paper, furrowing my eyebrows at the questions. I didn't understand any of this shit. I probably should've paid more attention in class instead of daydreaming about Mr. Wentz. Speaking of Mr. Wentz, I looked up from my paper and focused on him.

He was now sitting at his desk, grading some papers. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as his eyes scanned the papers, occasionally writing something with his red pen.

I grabbed my paper and stood up, walking over to him. "Yes?" He asked, looking up at me. "I need some help, I don't understand any of this." I whispered quietly, feeling embarrassed. "Okay, how about you stay after class and I'll help you? But for now just try and do as much as you can." He smiled, giving me a pat on the arm.

I thanked him and walked back to my desk, a grin on my face. Thank god it was the last period of the day, that means more alone time with Mr. Wentz. After twenty minutes the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. I watched as the other students made their way out of the classroom, leaving me alone with Mr. Wentz.

"Alright, (Y/N). What exactly do you need help with?" He asked as I stood up and walked over with my paper. "Everything." I chuckled, setting my paper down in front of him. I bent over his desk, leaning on my elbows. Also giving Mr. Wentz a perfect view of my chest.

His breathing hitched, causing me to smirk. "Okay um, so for question three..." Mr. Wentz started, but trailed off as I readjusted my position, sticking my bum up a little more. "God dammit, (Y/N)." Mr. Wentz snapped, standing up and shutting the door, locking it as he did.

He walked back over, grabbing my wrists and pinning me against the wall. "For two weeks you've been fucking teasing me. Always wearing short skirts and tight shirts. Showing off all your sexy curves." He growled, his hands running down my sides.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, not meaning it. "Bad girls need to be punished." He whispered into my ear. He let go of me, now pushing me against his desk. He rolled up my skirt, giving him a view of my bum. It's a good thing I decided to wear my lace thong today.

"So pretty." He mumbled before giving my ass a slap. I let out a moan, earning a chuckle from Mr. Wentz. "You like it when I spank you, hmm?" He asked, kneading my cheeks now. "Y-yes, Mr. Wentz." I stuttered back. "Call me Pete." He mumbled, giving my ass another slap.

Pete leaned over to his desk, pulling a condom out of the drawer. "You keep condoms in your desk?" I asked with a chuckle. "I had to sub for sex-ed a couple days ago, and I just threw the extra condoms in here." He replied with a shrug.

"Now, turn around and get on your knees." He instructed. I did as told, quickly getting onto my knees in front of Pete. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his thighs, along with his boxers.

My eyes widened as Pete's length sprang free and slapped his stomach. "Okay, Princess. Show me what that pretty little mouth of your can do." He cooed. I nodded my head as I grabbed his base, pumping it a few times before taking it past my lips.

I kept eye contact with Pete as I bobbed my head. "Fuck," Pete breathed, his fingers fisting my hair. He pulled out of me before slamming back in, his tip hitting the back of my throat. I gagged around him, causing him to moan.

He did this a few more times before pulling all the way out. "Okay, lay down on my desk." He said, clearing away a few papers. I laid down on my back, Pete between my legs. He pulled down my panties, dropping them on the floor. I grabbed the condom and tore it open with my teeth before sliding the latex onto Pete's cock.

"Are you ready?" He asked, positioning himself at my wet entrance. "Oh god yes, please fuck me." I whimpered. Pete was quick to obey. He slammed into me, his balls slapping my ass as he pounded in and out of me.

I opened my mouth to let out a scream but Pete covered my mouth with his hand. "We have to be quiet, Princess. You wouldn't want to get caught being fucked by your teacher." He grunted, his other hand around my waist.

I shook my head, earning a smile from Pete. "Good." He spoke as he replaced his hand with his lips.

I moaned into the kiss, feeling my stomach tighten. "I'm close." I panted, throwing my head back. "Just a little longer, baby. Just a little longer." Pete grunted, his hands on either side of my head. His thrusts became sloppier as he came closer to his own high.

After a few more thrusts I came undone. I felt myself tighten around Pete's cock as I came. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." Pete groaned before he came himself, his load filling up the condom. I lay my head down, panting as Pete pulled out. He took of the condom, throwing it into the trash.

We both pulled our clothes back on before I spoke up. "We should do that again sometime." I chuckled lightly as I grabbed my bag. "Yeah, we should." Pete smiled back, giving me a quick kiss before sitting back down at his desk.

"I'll see you on Monday." Pete called as I walked out of the room, a smirk on my face.