TRIGGER WARNING - SMUTTTTTTTTT/AGE GAP/ANGSTTTT

"Y/n." Your history teacher, Mr. Emeritus says. He slams the chalk onto the ledge of the board and crosses his arms, his muscles flexing under the thin white button top. You snap out of your fantasies and sit up straight, "Yes, Mr. Emeritus?" You ask, giving the best doe eyes you could, your uniform top unbuttoned just enough to expose the top of your breasts, the push up bra making them look even better. You swore you saw him take a deep breath, he leaned forward on his desk, "What is the answer to the homework?" You smile softly, "Sir" you let your gaze trace up his form slowly, he squirmed lightly, "George Washington was the first President of the United States and no, it was not in the white house that it is today." You finish your answer by licking your bottom lip softly, an innocent action to anyone, except Primo, "See me after class." He says, the class ooo's, "Enough." Primo states, immediately hushing the class, "Now, the United States Constitution..." You zone out for the rest of his lecture.

The bell rings and your classmates pack up quickly. They whisper about how much trouble you were in and give you weary glances, but you just keep stone faced. Primo stood in the hallway as the other students quickly rushed to their next class. You watched as he kept a kind, small smile and waved to certain students, one girl, Mary, went out of her way to wink at him. Anger floods your veins, as he waves back. Your jaw goes tight and your foot taps under your desk. The bell rings again, Primo shuts and locks the door behind him,

"So, dreaming of me during class, Y/n?" He smirks, walking over to your desk, you couldn't look at him. You keep your stare forward, "Y/n?" He asks, leaning on the desk, you bite your lip to keep back the tears, "Why don't you ask, Mary? She seems to like you." You quip back, standing and grabbing your bag. Primo quickly grabs your wrist before you could pass him, "Y/n, what are you talking about? Mary was a student last semester, I never did anything with her, I swear." He says, his tone shifting,

"If you're a fucking whore for your students then just say it." You spit out. His eyes shift, "What did you just say to me slut?" He growls. You look up into his eyes, the lust and anger in them makes yours go wide, "I-" He pulls you against him, taking your bag and tossing it on the ground, "Was that attitude?" He asks, "Yes." You say, your voice wavering, he grabs your wrist tighter, you wince, "Yes what?" He whispers into your ear. You squeeze your legs together, the wetness already soaking your lace panties, "Yes, sir."

He pushes you towards his desk, you stumble, but quickly stand against the desk, your hands clasped in front of you, looking down at the tile. He stalks over and slams his fists on the desk beside your hips. You jump at the sound, but secretly love every second, "Strip, slut." He commands, his hands and mouth still not touching you. He steps back to watch. You start with your skirt, shimmying out of the red plaid fabric as quickly as you could. The wet spot was clear, Primo resists the urge to immediately rip off your uniform. You then unbutton the shirt and toss it randomly. You then reach behind your back and unclip the bra, your nipples already hard.

Primo unbuttons his shirt, your eyes trace lower and lower with each button his fingers undid. Your mouth waters, remembering how those fingers feel. He tosses his shirt onto the desk, and stalks back over to you. His hands grab your hips, and without saying a word, turns you away from him, and pushes your lower back to bend over his desk. His hand runs down your spine, causing a shiver to run through your entire body. He trails one finger overtop of your panties, stopping at the wet spot. He removes his hand and lays a hard smack on your ass. You moan at the stinging sensation, arching your back, "Sluts who ruin their panties I bought get spanked." Primo says, landing another hard smack, "S-Sorry, sir." You pant out, he lays another hit, you drop your head in pleasure, you can feel your slick starting to run down your thighs in humiliation. Primo chuckles deeply, "You like this don't you, slut?" He asks, you nod, he slaps your ass harder, causing you to squeak, "Use your words." He demands, smacking your ass again, "YES!" You scream, moaning as his hand grabs your ass cheek, starting to pull down your panties. He doesn't pull them off all the way, just to your knees. You feel him step back, but don't move. You needed him to touch you as quickly as possible.

Primo got on his knees, face directly in front of your heat. He runs one finger through your folds, you can't hold back the moans as your legs shook lightly, "Only sluts get this wet before I even fuck them." Primo chuckles, starting to slowly graze your clit, "Sir, p-please" You beg, feeling even more humiliated as you feel yourself dripping down your legs. He pulls his hand back, and tugs down your panties and tosses them with the other pile of clothes, "Spread your legs." He demands, your mary janes clack against the tile floor as you part them as far as you can, relying on the desk underneath you to stay upright.

Primo roughly smacks your ass several times, causing more and more needy moans to escape your lips. Once his hand imprints on each cheek, he grabs your thighs, and digs in. His tongue skillfully flicks over your clit and inside of your soaking cunt. Your back arches, your stomach already tightening. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he moans into your folds, vibrating your legs. The desk is shaking and creaking slightly. He removes his right hand from your thigh, and inserts two fingers into your hole, pulling his face back to watch his fingers disappear into your pussy, "Does my little slut love being fucked?" He growls, you can't even respond, you're so close to finishing, so, so close. Only moans and broken sentences can form. He slows down his fingers, you quickly shout, "Yes! Yes, sir! Please..." he adds a third finger, "Holy shit." You moan, feeling him stretch you out. He chuckled and removed his fingers.

You collapse onto the desk, the cool wood soothed your hot body, but the burning in your stomach wasn't extinguished. Primo undoes his belt and drops his pants and boxers, moaning at the relief. His dick springs up, pre cum dripping out of the head, "Are you going to be a good little slut?" He asks, running his dick through your folds, "Yes, sir, please, sir I need your dick." You beg, desperate to cum. Primo can't control himself any more, he knows that you were not nearly as experienced as him and he tried to go slow normally, but not today. He slammed himself all the way into you, your back arched, your entire torso lifted off of the desk in pain and pleasure. Primo wrapped one arm around your waist, pinning you to himself, his other hand roughly grabbed your neck. You let out a choked moan as he starts to thrust, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed.

"You take my dick so well, fuck, Y/n." Primo moans into your ear, his deep voice made you clench around him, he let out a whimper, "Fuck, do it again." He commands, you obey. He moved his hand from around your waist to under your leg, lifting your right leg on top of the desk. He lets go of your throat, you pant and gasp at the new angle. His hands grab your hips, slamming himself into you at the new angle. You grab the edge of the desk, trying to keep yourself upright, but failing. Primo slows down, picks up your other leg, and turns you over. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, your head hangs off of the edge. His eyes scanned your face, looking for any sign of discomfort, when he found none, he started thrusting again. 

Your back arches as his dick pounds into the special spot that had never been touched before. Your hands roam the desk for something to grasp, you settle with the edge of the desk beside your head. Your tits bounced with each thrust, Primo's eyes were fixed on them. You throw your head back and he moves one hand to grab your breast, rolling your hard nipples between his fingers.

He moved your legs to spread as far as they could, he pinned one leg down at your hip, opening your wide for him, "P-Primo...I-AGHHH" You tried to warn him that you were close, but it happened too fast. Your entire body lifts off of the desk, the orgasm ripping through every cell in your body. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Primo quickly holds you against his chest as he thrusts just a few more times. Tears stream down your face at the over sensitivity, your whole body shook, "Just, just one more, s-second, fuck." He moans, finishing deep inside of you, he didn't pull out.

You both stayed there for a while, taking deep breaths together, trying to regain composure, "P-Primo?" You ask, sleep starting to take over your senses, "Did you pull out?" You ask, it was a dumb question and you knew the answer, "I-I didn't, I'm sorry." He replies, stress evident in his voice, "It's okay." You reassure, looking up into his eyes, "I'm on the pill, and worst comes to worst I'll get a plan b." You pull his face down for a kiss, "Y/n, you are the most amazing person I have ever met." He whispers against your lips. You giggle softly, "I'm so glad I took this class." You say. He laughs, "Now come on, I have to give you a hall pass." He pulls out of you quickly, you hiss in pain, "I-Y/n, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He asks, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, his eyes glistened with concern and love.

You laugh softly, "It did, but it's fine now." You go to stand, but instantly crumble. Primo catches you, sitting you back on the desk, "Okay, okay, I think I went too hard, I'm sorry, it won't happen again." he swears, kissing the top of your head, "I liked it." You admit. He pulls back, a shocked look on his face, "You are a little slut." He laughs. You laugh too.

Taking American History 101 may not have been your original choice, but now, it was the best choice you've ever made.