Mr. Clifford

Notes

-Since I had a Mr. Hemmings and Mr. Irwin, why not Mr. Clifford? I'll do a Mr. Hood some other time xx

-I literally daydream about him, and other members, being my teachers.....I blame them for my failing grades aha (and for practically everything else)

Your point of view

I sighed dreamily as I eyed our new teacher. He was way better than out last. Not only was he less strict, funnier, and easier to pay attention to, but he was more attractive aswell.

He wore a pair of black combat boots and black skinny jeans. He had a red flannel on and had blue hair. A teacher with blue hair, that's something you don't see every day.

"(Y/n)," he said and fingers were snapping in front of my face. I backed away and looked up. "Did you hear a word I just said?" he asked me and my cheeks burned a bit.

"I uh, yeah?" I said but it came out more as a question. He gave me a 'really?' look and I sighed. "Okay, I wasn't. I zoned out."

"Detention," he told me and I gaped at him. "That is the fifth time this period Ms. (Y/l/n), maybe I'll teach you how to pay attention in detention."

I nodded and started doodling in my open notebook. Somehow, I drew a silhouette of Mr. Clifford and I. Damn, that was just so wrong. He's my teacher, I can't think this way about him.

Well, I can, but it's wrong. Extremely wrong.

"(Y/n)," he said and I shook my head. I looked around and the classroom was empty and the door was shut. "What's with all the zoning out? Am I really that boring?"

"No you're not! You're amazing!" I said quickly and he rose an eyebrow. I blushed and quickly tried saving myself. "Like you're my favorite teacher here. All the other ones are rude and old and don't know how to have fun."

"How to have fun hmm?" He asked as he leaned over on my desk. Since his flannel was pretty big on him, it kind of fell low in front of my face and I bit my lip.

I'd love to see what he looks like without that flannel on...

"And what do you mean by that?" He asked me and I stuttered out an answer.

"You're-You're not very strict and j-joke around with us a lot." I said and he chuckled.

"I can be strict," he said and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Wanna see?" He asked in a seductive voice and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"I-"

"Don't play innocent," he said and tilted my neck to the side a bit. "I see how you look at me and bite your lip as you slip into your daydreams. What do you daydream about (Y/n)?"

"No-"

"It's me isn't it." He said and sucked on my neck. I let out a whimper and ran my hands through his blue hair. "You think about me while biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together don't you?"

"Yeah," I decided to tell the truth. "I do," I said as he helped me get out of my seat. He lifted me on to my desk and put either arm on my sides so I can't leave.

Though I don't know anyone who would want to.

"What am I doing in those daydreams Ms. (Y/l/n)? Care to share?" He asied as he rubbed his hand over my thighs. "I'd love to hear it firsthand from those pretty lips of yours."

"I-" I blushed heavily realizing most were very, very dirty. I whimpered as he rubbed me through my jeans and I looked at him.

"What was I doing?" He asked one more time. "C'mon, it can't be too hard to say. You think about it more than once a period here." He said as he unbuttoned my jeans.

"Mr-Mr. Clifford," I gasped as he shoved his hands under the waistband of my underwear. I moaned softly as he pushed one finger into me and thrust it in and out.

"You're so fucking wet," he said. Good lord, please swear again. Please. "And it's all because of me isn't it? I'm the one who got you this wet,"

"Yes," I yelped as he rubbed his palm against my clit. "You're just so hot," I said. "It's hard not to think about you sexually."

"I could say the same thing," he said, eyeing me up and down. "It's hard to control myself when you're looking at me like you're going to pounce on me and ride me like there's no tomorrow."

"I would have," I moaned out and he slipped in another finger. I gasped and my head fell into his neck. "Mr. Clifford," I moaned.

"Michael," he said. "My name is Michael, however if you wanna keep moaning out Mr. Clifford, that's totally fine." He said. "It's just Michael is easier to scream out."

I moaned at his words and grinded my hips down on his fingers. "Faster, please," I said and he chuckled. "Please Mr. Clifford," I said and the thought about it.

"Hmm," he hummed and then pulled his fingers out of me. I whined and he placed his fingers in his mouth. "Mm, I think I'd rather eat you out. You taste so good." he said and I almost moaned. "Would you like that?" he asked me.

"Yes, fuck yes," I said and he smirked at my answer. He pulled my flats off and set them right next to me but on the floor. He pulled my jean shorts down, taking my underwear along with him, and set them next to my flats.

"Legs apart," he said and he pulled me close and I put one leg on each of his shoulders. I gasped as he licked up my slit and I gripped the sides of the desk.

"I've waited so long to taste you." He said and I put one of my hands in his hair. I tugged on it softly as he dipped the tip of his tongue into me.

"Mr. Clifford," I whimpered. He slipped his tongue passed my folds and swirled his tongue around my clit, causing me to moan. His stubble scratched the inside of my thighs and it didn't seem to bother me at all.

He sucked on my clit and I threw my head back and moaned. His name rolled off of my lips as if I had moaned it out millions of times before. "Michael,"

I bucked my hips closer to his mouth and he tugged on my clit softly with his teeth. I gasped and he pushed his tongue into me. "Oh god,"

"My name isn't god," he pulled away to say before going back to doing what he was doing.

"Oh Michael," I moaned and he hummed in gratitude. My fingers tugged on his blue hair and he moaned softly. He licked along my walls and my legs clamped around his head.

"S-Sorry," I gasped out as I pushed my legs apart. He pressed a thumb against my clit and I whimpered. He rubbed cirlces on me and I threw my head back.

"I'm so close," I warned him and he hummed. I moaned loudly and gripped the side of the desk so tightly, I'm surprised it hasn't broken off.

"Mr-Mr. Clifford," I moaned loudly as I came. He quickly cleaned up the mess I made since he caused it before I tugged him up and pressed a kiss to his wet lips.

"That was fucking amazing," I said and he pulled away as he wiped his lips and chin off. "Now, I need to help you with your little problem."

"Little," he laughed and pulled away. I unbuttoned his flannel and tossed it on the desk beside us. I hopped off of the desk and got on my knees.

He quickly undid his belt and pants before pushing them down, along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung out and I wrapped my hand around him. I pumped him a few time before I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked on it. I swirled my tongue around him and slowly took more of him into my mouth each time I bobbed my head down.

"Fuck (Y/n)," he moaned as he placed one hand on the back of my head. "Harder," he said and I did. I sucked harder and bobbed my head down faster.

"Oh shit," he gasped and bucked his hips. I choked a bit but tried keeping it down as he hit the back of my throat. I took him all in my mouth and hummed around him.

I reached up and fondled his balls in my hand. He grunted and I pulled away for air. I licked up the underside of his cock and pressed the tip of my tongue against the vein that ran along the underside of his cock.

"(Y/n)," he grunted as he pushed my head back down on him. I didn't mind and went right back to sucking him off. I hollowed my cheeks out amd bobbed my head down faster.

I hummed aroumd him and Michaelmlet out a string of swear words. I looked up at him but he had his head thrown back so I couldn't see him.

Soon enough, he looked down at me and I gave him a wink. I closed my eyes and deep throated him. He grunted out my name and I hummed again.

I placed my hands on his thighs and pulled my head off for a littke bit of air. Once I took a breather swirled my tongue around the head of his dick before taking more and more into my mouth again.

"(Y/n), I'm so close," he moaned. "S-Stop, I-I don't wanna c-cum yet," he said and I did. I pulled away and he lifted me up. "Such a good girl for me."

"You have a condom right?" I asked and he nodded. He grabbed his wallet and pulled a silver packet out. He ripped it open and rolled the latex on.

He put the garbage on the table beside him and then lifted me on the table again. "Which way do you want me to fuck you?" he asked me. "Against the bored, bent over the desk, on the desk," he said listing each way he could fuck me.

"On the desk like this," I said as I spread my legs apart. He nodded and pulled me close. He wrapped my legs around his waist and slowly pushed into me.

I gasped and he slowly started thrusting as soon as he was fully inside of me. "Michael," I gasped and he grunted.

"You're so tight, dammit, it feels so good," he said and his face scrunched up. I moaned and he gripped my waist tightly. My fingers were gripping the edges of the table and again, they should have broke off by my grip.

"Faster," I said and he complied. He moved his lips faster and I threw my head back. "Oh my-Michael," I moaned, remembering he said to moan his name, not god's.

"Good girl," he said and snapped his hips. I almost screamed at the sudden hard thrust but remembered we were in a class room.

"No one's here," he said. "The principal's wife is habing a baby so he left, and the teachers are all classrooms down. So fucking scream,"

I love him swearing a little too much....this isn't healthy.

He lifted one of my legs on to his shoulder and the new angle helpd him go even deeper. I moaned loudly and he pressed his fingers against my clit, rubbing figure 8's on them.

He have a hard thrust and it hit my g-spot perfectly. A scream of his name escaped my lips and he smirked as he pressed his fingers down harder.

My orgasm came faster than it ever had before and I warned him that I was close. "Go ahead, cum. Be a good girl for me and cum." he said and I did.

With a loud moan of his name, I came all over him, but he wasn't finished. I gasped at how sensitive I was I moaned loudly after. "Fuck,"

"You like having your teacher fuck you don't you?" he asked me and I nodded my head. "Say it. Tell me how much you love it."

"It feels so good Michael, fuck, I love it. I love having you fuck me." I moaned as I raised my hips slightly. I could feel another orgasm approaching and hopefully he was close aswell.

He grunted out as I clenched my walls together purposely. "Fuck, I'm gonns cum. I'm so close," he said and I nodded.

"Me too," I said and gasped. "Fuck," I moaned as he gave a few more fast and deep thrusts. My stomach twisted in a good kind of way and I knew I was about to cum.

"Michael, oh my god," I moaned as I came for the thrid time today. His thrusts grew slow and sloppy and I knew he was about to cum. After one final thrust, he threw his hsad back and grunted out many swear words and my name.

Yep, addicted to him swearing.

He pulled out and then took the condom off. He threw it in the trash bin besides the whiteboard and then bent down to hand me my discarded clothes.

"This wasn't a one time thing right?" I asked him and he chuckled breathlessly.

"Not if you don't want it to be."