Mr. Hood

Notes
-Teacher Calum!
-wrist tying and spanking and a tiny amount of hair pulling
-reposting because last time it was restricted, like so many other imagines I made xx

Your point of view

It was the middle of class and my hormones were everywhere by now. My teacher, who was extremely good looking, kept doing things. He always bit his lip when he thought and would constantly lick his lips. His jaw would clench every now and then and he looked fan-fucking-tastic in that plain t-shirt and leather jacket.

Then, there was the things he couldn't help. When he grabbed the markers, I could only see how much longer his fingers were. He also had such a perfect jawline and his biceps and arms.

God-fu.cking-damn, those biceps. They were like fu.cking Popeye the sailor man's when he ate spinach. They were fu.cking huge and the jacket was tight around them.

Numerous of times I had zoned out, only imagining what he could do with those fingers, or with that tongue. Imagining what he looked like without a shirt, or clothes in general, on and how hot it would sound when he grunted or groaned out a 'fu.ck'.

"Miss (Y/n)," he said and snapped his fingers in front of my face. I looked at them and then at him. He shook his head and I blushed in embarrassement.

Also because I was thinking about his fingers in a very unholy way.

"You keep zoning out in my class when you should be paying attention. After school, come to my class for detention so you can catch up on everything you seem to be missing when you're in your head." He said and I nodded.

"Fu.ck," I said a little to loud as I put my head down. How was I going to survive detention with him?

"(Y/n), that language will not be tolerated in my classroom. Watch it." He told me and I looked up at him. I nodded and he continued on with his lesson.

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I made my way to Mr. Hood's classroom and then noticed he was sitting at his desk. "Close the door, the Air Conditioner is on." He said and I nodded. I closed the door and he motioned me to come over.

"Sit," he said and I took a seat on the desk closest to his desk. "Now, please do tell why you are constantly zoning out during my lessons." He said and looked at me.

His head was rested on one hand and he held a pen up to his mouth, biting on the end slightly. His brown eyes stared at me, waiting for my answer.

"I um get lost in my head sometimes when you talk about all these different cultures and such." I lied. "They seem so intresting and uh I get caught up in thinking about visiting places such as um France and Mexico."

"You don't seem so sure of your answer." He said and them twirled his pen in his fingers. "Why? Why do you seem to doubt your answer?"

"I don't, I uh don't know what you're talking about." I said and he pointed his pen at me. "What?" I asked him nervously.

"There it is, that nervous gulp and the stuttering. That is how I know you're lying to me." He said and played with his pen. I couldn't help but stare as he spun it in his fingers. "Why are you lying to me Miss (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?" He asked.

"I'm not lying," I said and he rose an eyebrow at me. "I-I swear I'm not." I said and he stood up. He placed his pen on his desk and then leaned forward, supporting himself on his hands.

"Lying is bad and I do not tolerate lying (Y/n)," he told me and motioned me closer. "Now, tell me the real reason why you're always out of it when I'm teaching."

"I told you, I think about the cities and cultures a lot. I get lost in my thoughts."

"And I told you I do not tolerate lying." He said and grabbed my chin, making me stare into his brown eyes. "Lying makes you bad, and you don't want to be bad do you?" He asked.

"Why-Why wouldn't I want to b-be bad?" I asked him, feeling a little flustered as his eyes darted down to my lips.

"Because bad girls get punished (Y/n)," he said tauntingly. "And you don't want to get punished, do you?" He asked me and I bit my lip.

"M-Maybe," I challenged. "What-What do you have in mind."

"It depends," he told me. "Tell me why you zone out so much and I'll tell you my idea of your punishment." He said ever-so-quietly and seductively.

I was quiet, but when his eyes dropped once again back to my lips and he bit down on his own, I couldn't take it. I pressed my lips against his, taking him off guard.

"You," I said and he kissed back. I bit down on his bottom lip, something I've always wanted to do since he had such nice lips.

He parted his lips and I did the same. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and one of his hands slid up my body and then his hand wrapped around my jaw.

"What's my punishment for lying Mr. Hood?" I asked breathlessly as I pulled away so I could catch my breath. "I told you why I always daydream."

"I don't know, such a beautiful girl should be handled with care." He said, his thumb running over my lips. "I don't want to hurt you, but you were bad and I just can't let that go." He said.

"Spank me then," I told him and he rose an eyebrow at me. "You won't hurt me. I like it."

"It's not punishment if you enjoy it," he said, slowly unbuttoning the white button-up I was forced to wear due to school dress codes. "So I cannot do that, as a punishment." he said.

"I have something in mind, though, you'll find out soon enough." He said and I nodded, in a slight daze. "Now, bring your pretty little self over here, I can't undress you from behind my desk." He said and I nodded.

I slid my arm over his desk, knocking over a folder, a cup of pens, and a few papers. I took a seat on the edge and scooted myself so I was infront of him, sitting on his desk.

He hummed and then took the shirt off of my shoulders, leaving me in a plaid school skirt and black bra. "I really like this skirt on you." He said to me, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

"I'll leave it," he said and then played with my white thigh-high socks. "These too, they make you look even better because they go with this short skirt so well." He said and grabbed my hand.

"Now, on my lap." He said amd I nodded. I got off of his desk and then straddled his lap. His hands slid up my back and undid my bra clasp. I hummed at the feeling of his warm hands on my skin and shivered slightly as the cold air hit my nip.ples once my bra fell off my shoulders.

"Such a nice pair of ti.ts," Calum said and then groped them in his large hands. His thumbs ran over my hardened nip.ples and he pinched and pulled on them.

Small whimpers and moans escaped my lips as he leaned forward. He placed his lips on my breast and then sucked on the skin slightly. I slipped one of my hands in his hair and tugged on it as his tongue ran over the soon to be bruised skin.

He pulled away and then did the same to my other breast. His teeth nibblied slightly at the skin and I hummed quietly. I grinded down on his lap and I could feel his semi-hard co.ck through his skinny jeans.

He pulled away and admired the red marks he had left on my breats. "Those will be a work of art in the morning." He said and looked up at me, a smirk on his lips. "Best part is, no one besides us two will know they're there."

"No one will know how dirty you are." He said as I slid my hands up his shirt covered abdomen. "They won't know you allowed your teacher to leave hickies and lovebites all over your body." He told me and I took his leather jacket off of him.

"Or that you allowed him to touch you in such naughty ways." He said as he slid his hands up my thighs. I pulled his shirt off of him and then tossed it on the floor with his jacket. "Ways only a lover should touch you." He said as his hands slid up my skirt.

He pushed my underwear aside, allowing his finger to slid up and down my slit without anything stopping him from doing what he wants.

"So wet already," he hummed and pushed his middle finger a little more into me. It wasn't enough to feel it inside me, but enough to know he was there. "Tell me, who made you this wet (Y/n)?" He said, teasing me with his finger.

"You," I whimpered and grinded down on him, trying to get more friction. Trying to get more than what he was offering me right now. "You made me this wet."

"I hardly even touched you down here too." He said and pushed his finger into me. I gasped as he thrusted it inside of me and he smiled at my reaction.

Slowly, he added a second finger and I moaned softly. "Mr. Hood," I said and set my hands on his chest. He fingers sped up and I lightly dug my nails into his chest.

"What do you think about when you day dream (Y/n)? I'd love to know what I'm doing in that dirty little head of yours." He said, his thumb pressing against my cl.it.

"Fu.ck," I whimpered as he created small, slow circles on my clit. I threw my head back and his lips trailed up from my breasts to my throat.

"You haven't answered my question," he whispered in my ear. "I'm dying to know what you imagine me doing." He said and nibbled on my earlobe.

"You-oh fu.ck," I cried out quietly as he pressed against my cl.it harder. "This. You're doing this." I said, rocking my hips back and forth on his fingers.

"What is 'this' Miss (Y/l/n)? Please, do tell." He told me and sucked on my neck. "A more detailed answer please."

"Touching me," I gasped out as he squeezed a third finger inside of me. "F-Fingering me, covering my bodies in these soon-to-be prominent purple marks."

He hummed, accepting my answer. He made a 'come here' motion with his three fingers and my body shot up at the feeling. He pushed me back down and I threw my head back, a loud moan escaping my lips.

"Quiet, you're too loud," he said and grabbed my hand. He placed my own fingers in my mouth and I hummed. He used his free hand to grip my hip tightly, promising small fingerprints would be there later on.

The muscles in my stomach clenched and moaned around my fingers. I hadn't moved them, afraid he'd end up upset and stop pleasuring me.

"You're close aren't you (Y/n)? You're just about ready to come. I could feel your walls clenching around my fingers." He said and I nodded. "Should I allow you to come?" He asked me and I nodded.

"For lying to me, do you really think I'll be so kind and just let you come on my fingers?" He asked me and then pulled my fingers out of my mouth.

"Please," I said and he shook his head. "Mr. Hood," I said and he shook his head once again. "I can't hold it," I whimpered as his thumb made faster cirlces on my cl.it.

"If you can't hold it," he told me after a few seconds, his movements stopping. "Then I'll prolong it myself," he said and pulled his fingers out.

He placed his fingers in his mouth and hummed. "So sweet," he said and left me upset as the feeling of almost being pushed off the edge of ecstasy faded away.

"Up," he said once he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. I stood up, my legs wobbling a bit, and he lifted his hips up.

He undid his belt and then placed it on the desk. He yanked his boxers and jeans down and they laid around his ankles. "Bend over my desk," he told me and I did as he said.

He lifted my skirt up and then slid his fingers through the waistband of my underwear. He yanked them down and then I stepped out of them as he pulled them off.

"Hands behind your back," he said and I did as he told me to. I left leather being wrapped around my wrist and I looked to see what he was doing. "There will be no touching me," he said and then lifted me up so I was standing straight up.

"Why not?" I asked him as he made me straddle his lap, his hands on my waist. "Why can't I touch you?" I asked him as I looked up at him.

"You were a bad girl, and need to be taught." He said as he teased me, his tip running up and down my slit. "Now, I want you to beg for me," he said. "Beg for my co.ck."

"Please Mr. Hood, I need you so bad right now. I promise I won't be bad again. I swear. Please, stop teasing," I said. "I've wanted this for so long." I said and he nodded.

He pushed into me, the tip of his co.ck stretching my walls apart. I gasped and threw my head back, digging my nails into my palms since I couldn't dig them into anywhere else.

"Fu.ck," he groaned, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tilted his head back. "You're so tight, I can feel your walls throbbing around me." he said, his hands holding my hips.

Slowly, he started thrusting up into me amd I moaned. "Faster, please," I begged. His hands pulled me up and down on his co.ck, meeting his thrusts.

"You feel so good (Y/n), sh.it," he swore, his voice raspy and deep. I itched to run my nails down his chest and dig them into his shoulders. I wanted to rake them down his back and tug on his hair.

However, I couldn't because of this dam.ned belt wrapped around my wrists.

He lifted my skirt up, and then his hand came down on my a.ss roughly. I gasped at the sudden action and he gave me a smirk. "You like it remember? You asked me to spank you." he said and his other hand came down on me again.

I moaned and he shook his head. "Such a dirty girl (Y/n)," he said and I grinded down on him. "Dirty girl, aren't you (Y/n)?" He asked me and spanked me once again.

"Yes," I cried. "Only-Only for you," I said. One of his hand slid under my skirt again and his fingers pressed against my cl.it. He created figure 8's on it whole pushing down roughly, causing a loud moan to escape my lips.

"Mr. Hood," I moaned and he took his hand off of my stinging a.ss cheek. He grabbed my hair in his hand and yanked my head back. I whimpered slightly and he pressed his lips on my throat.

He sucked on the skin, and I could literally feel every stroke of his tongue and every tiny amount of suction he applied.

"Harder," I begged and I felt him he nod. He stopped thrusting into me and then lifted me up. He pulled me off of him and then bent me over his desk.

"Just remember," he said as he flipped my skirt up once again. "You asked for it," he said as he slammed into me. I moaned loudly and he spread my legs apart further.

"Don't be so loud," he said and I nodded. "God," he groaned and then his hand came down on my a.ss in a harsh smack like before. "Such a pretty a.ss." He said and rubbed it with his hand.

I stuck my a.ss out a bit more for him and I heard him chuckle. He spanked me once again, harder this time, and I jolted forward. "Fu.ck, you clenched so hard," he grunted. "It felt so good."

"I'm so close Mr. Hood," I said and he pulled me back by my hair. "Please, please let me come," I begged, my stomach muscles clenching again, like that had minutes ago.

"Then come (Y/n). Come all over my co.ck, I know how bad you want to. Who am I to deny you another orgasm?" He said and sucked on my neck, right under my ear.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly. His hand covered my mouth, muffling the loud moan of 'Mr. Hood' and he grunted again as my walls clenched around him once again.

"I'm so close myself," he groaned as he bent me over his desk again. He grabbed my bound wrists and slammed into me harder.

My breathing was ragged and I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead and on the side of my face. My wrists ached and my mind was a haze has he continued thrusting into me, desperate to come himself.

"Fu.ck," he said as his thrusts grew sloppy and slower. I hasped as he pulled out immediately and then felt his warm come spurt on my back.

"Fu.cking hell," he groaned as he came on my back. We stayed like this, panting messes, for a bit, until he grabbed a tissue and wipped his come off of my back.

"Good thing I don't walk home." I said and he chuckled. "And Mr. Hood, I think I will zone out more during your class."

"You do just that and your punishment will be far worse than not being able to touch me." He told me in a warning tone.

"Oh, then I most definitely will." I told him.