When You Use Your Lips They Better Be On Me

Notes

-teacher! Michael, student! Reader, dom! Michael, underage -illegal too so yeah- (17-27), profanity

-uhh unedited

Your point of view

Sinful.

He was so sinful.

From his cherry red lips that he likes to bite down on to the way his fingers moved so effortlessly on the acoustic guitar. From his vibrant, captivating green eyes to the silver piercing in his eyebrow and the tattoos on his arms.

He was sending me straight to hell and I don't think I'd quite mind it, as long as he'll be there with me.

As Mr. Clifford showed the class how to play a power chord on the guitar, he looked around the class, making sure we all had our attention set on him and only him.

He sure had my attention, but not in the way he might want it.

My eyes were more focused on the way his lips moved as he spoke. The way they curved and the way his tongue would run over the drying skin occasionally, or when his teeth would bite down on the bottom one.

I watched the way he'd suck his bottom lip into his mouth, concentrating on the way the guitar sometimes didn't sound the way he had anticipated. I saw that by the end of the period they'd be a whole now shade of red and the slightest bit swollen.

The ringing bell snapped me out of my thoughts and I ran my tongue over my own chapped lips. I stood up, holding my own acoustic guitar, and then Mr. Clifford spoke up once more.

"Ms. (Y/L/N), please stay in a bit. I have some business I need to discuss with you." He said in that silky, mind twisting voice of his that made me weak kneed.

"Yes sir." I said as I went to set the guitar down with the rest of them. I turned around and watched as Mr. Clifford shut the two large metal doors, locking them.

He set his guitar down on top of a piano and then he looked at me. "Is there something wrong?" He asked me and I hummed questionably, not comprehending the words he said.

"I asked if there was anything wrong? It seems as if you're always in your head as I teach and it's quite... upsetting. Am I boring? Does my class bore you?" He asked me jokingly and I chuckled as I took a seat on a chair in the front row.

"Yes, oh-so boring." I played along and he rose an eyebrow at me. He crouched down so we were eye level and my laughter died down. "I'm sorry, I thought you were um joking."

"So I'm boring?" He asked me and I looked into his green eyes, wondering what in the world was going on. "How about I show you just how boring I am?" He asked me and I gulped.

His hand touched my knee and I looked at it, and then at him. "How do you pl-plan on doing that?" I asked him and a smirk appeared on those cherry red lips that I want to kiss so badly.

"You chose. What do you want to do? After all, you chose this class." He told me and I gulped since he just handed me the deck of cards and told me to pick a game.

There was a million things I wanted to do with him, to him. There was millions of things I wanted him to do to me, but they're all incredibly inappropriate.

"I-I don't know." I stuttered as I looked into his green eyes, biting the inside of my cheek as I did so. I could taste the blood in my mouth, but I didn't care because Mr. Clifford's eyes dropped down to my lips.

"If you want me to stop, tell me."

"I don't think I'll ever want you to stop doing anything." I said and he let out a laugh before he pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, despite how wrong this is, and then ran my fingers through his blonde hair.

His hands ran down my sides and he set his hands under the hem of my shirt, silently asking for permission to touch my body and expose myself to him.

I pulled away and then looked into his green eyes that had darkened with lust. "I'm all yours, do as you wish." I said and he chuckled lowly.

"Oh how long I've waited to hear you to say those words." He told me and slipped his hands under the hem of my muscle tee.

His fingertips were rough from playing guitar for over ten years (as he had told us on the first day of school) but that didn't make it feel any less pleasurable and mind entrancing.

"If you don't want this," he said, his voice holding sincerity and calmness. "I will stop. I don't want to pressure you or make you feel as if you have to do this. It's totally fine with me." He told me and I chuckled.

"I've wanted you for so long and now that I can finally have you, it's making me excited. Please don't stop." I said and wrapped my fingers around his wrist, moving them higher up my upper body. "Do you want this?"

"Since the moment I laid my eyes on you." He said and gave me a charming smile. "So, are we done with the chit-chat so we can actually get to the foreplay so we can fu.ck or?"

"So blunt." I said and then pressed my lips against his neck. He chuckled and complied, not a single word escaping his lips.

A soft moan emitted from him as I sucked on his neck, leaving a hickey right under his Adams apple. "You sure know how to make a man feel submissive." He murmured to me as I slipped my hands under his shirt.

"Having you begging for me is on my bucket list actually." I said and he let out actually breathless chuckle.

"Ironic, having you beg for me is on my bucket list aswell." He told me and pulled down the red bandeau I had worn under my muscle tee. "We'll full fill yours some other time, right now I really just want to get you on your knees and then pressed against the whiteboard."

"Sounds promising, I like that." I said and he groped my boobs in his hands. "Take me, as you want, where you want, when you want." I told him.

"Don't say that because I might just pull you out of class to fu.ck in the teacher's bathrooms or something." He told me and I moaned lightly as his fingers played with my nip.ples, rolling them around and making them perk up.

"I'm okay with that."

"You have so much sexual desire for such a young girl." He informed me as he slipped his hands out of my shirt.

"Are you complaining?" I asked as I took the hem of his shirt and bunched it up. I pulled it over his head and then tossed it on a nearby chair.

"I'd be a fool if I was." He told me and slid my shirt off of my body, leaving me in a pair of shorts and the bandeau that had been pushed under my boobs. "Now, are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Yes Mr. Clifford," I said and he smiled. "What do you want me to do?" I asked him and he took my hand. I stood up and he brought me over to his desk.

"Before I have you on your knees, I want to make you come first. It's a rule of mine." He said as he unbuttoned my shorts.

"Such a gentleman. Who said chivalry was dead?" I mumbled and he laughed as he unzipped the denim.

"Don't know, I'm you guitar teacher, not your English teacher." He answered and set his hand on my shorts, rubbing me through the items of clothing.

"Remember, we can stop whenever you want and if you're uncomfortable with doing something, tell me okay?" He asked me and I nodded.

"Understood Mr. Clifford, now please get on with it." I said and he agreed.

He pulled the denim down my legs, letting them rest around my ankles, and then he slipped his fingers under the waistline of my panties, pulling them down slowly after I lifted myself up.

He spread my legs apart and I watched as he eyed me, exposed and literally dripping wet for him and only him.

"Your so beautiful." He said as he slid a hand down my stomach softly. "So perfect." He told me and I leaned back, resting my weight on my arms as he cupped my pus.sy in his hand.

"I've waited so long to taste you." He said and I put one of my hands in his hair as his fingers spread my folds apart. I tugged on his hair as he blew cold air on to my dripping wet cu.nt, a shiver running up my spine.

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

He sucked on my cl.it 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. His eyes flickered up to me and I gasped as I looked into those dark green eyes, pulled with lust that I caused.

God fu.cking da.mn did that make pride bubble in my chest. I had Mr. Clifford on his knees, eating me out on his desk and I was the one he was looking forward to fu.cking. Who wouldn't feel the least bit cocky?

I bucked my hips closer to his mouth and he tugged on my cl.it softly with his teeth. I gasped and he pushed his tongue into me. "Oh god," I whimpered as he sucked lightly, raking his teeth off of my swollen cl.it.

"My name isn't god," he pulled away to tell me, his eyes staring at me intently. "Who am I?" He asked me as his tongue flicked my cl.it.

"M-Mr. Clifford," I moaned and he hummed in gratitude. My fingers tugged on his blone hair and he moaned softly. He sucked on my cl.it harshly and j cried out, clamping my legs around his head.

"S-Sorry," I gasped out as I pushed my legs apart, seeing the disapproving look on his face. He pressed a thumb against my cl.it after he took his mouth off of it 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 tightly in my hands.

"Mr-Mr. Clifford," I moaned loudly as I came. He quickly licked me clean, sending my body jolting at every stroke of the tongue and every brush on my cl.it.

"You taste heavenly love." He practically moaned as he picked his laps. "Wanna taste yourself? Just to see how good you taste?"

I nodded and he pressed his red lips against mine. I gasped as the feeling of his denim clad crotch came in contact with my nude pus.sy and Michael slipped his tongue into mine.

I pulled away shortly after and smirked. "I do taste pretty good. Think you'll taste better?"

"Doubt it." He said as he undid his belt. He set his belt on the floor and yanked the denim down, along with his breifs. "Now, come suck my co.ck princess. Get it nice and wet."

"Where's the please Mr. Clifford?"

"I just ate you out."

"Good enough." I said and got on my knees, the cold tiles burning against my hot skin. I wrapped my hand around his co.ck and then slowly pumped him before taking the head into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around him and slowly took more of him into my mouth each time I bobbed my head down. I hallowed my cheeks some more and he grunted loudly.

"Fu.ck (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 sh.it," he gasped and bucked his hips. I choked a bit but managed to keep it down as he hit the back of my throat. I took him all in my mouth and hummed around him, not daring to move for a second.

I reached up and fondled his balls in my hand, lightly massaging them between my fingers. He grunted and I pulled away for a quick breath of air.

I licked up the underside of his co.ck once I finished and pressed the tip of my tongue against the vein that ran along the underside of it. He gasped and pulled on my hair a bit, making me whine.

"(Y/N)," he grunted as he pushed my head back down on him so I went right back to sucking him off. I hollowed my cheeks out amd bobbed my head down faster.

I hummed aroumd him and Michael let out a string of swear words. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, giving me 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 little bit of air. Once I took a breather, I swirled my tongue around the head of his co.ck before taking more of him into my mouth again.

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

"Always." I said and he chuckled breathlessly. He stood me up and I looked at him.

"Against the whiteboard. I wanna take you against the board, see the way you whine for me." He said and I nodded as he had his hands in his jean's pocket, only to throw them aside after.

He held a silver packet in between his fingers and he ripped it open. "Do you always carry those with you?" I asked and he nodded.

"Always be prepared." He said and I nodded as he rolled it on to himself before walking towards me.

His body presses me against the cold, clean whiteboard and he used one hand to lift my leg around his waist. "Gonna start off slow okay? I may be impatient, but I don't want to hurt you." He said and I nodded.

He slowly pushed into me and my walls clenched down on him. He let out a quiet grunt and I gasped as I arched my back off of the whiteboard a bit. His hand slid up my thigh and he pressed his thumb against my cl.it, rubbing it quickly to take my mind off of the uncomfortable stretch.

My nails raked down his back as he slowly began to move his hips. A quiet moan escaped my lips and he buried his head into my neck.

"Fu.ck," he grunted quietly against my neck and I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging on it slightly.

"Faster, please, I'm fine." I said to Mr. Clifford and he nodded before picking up the pace slightly. I moaned quietly and Michael chuckled.

"You feel so good (Y/N), so tight and so wet around me." He said and I whined as he pressed his lips against my neck, sucking and biting on the skin.

"Harder Mr. Clifford, I won't break." I said and he chuckled. He pulled away and then held on to my hips, slowly pulling out.

"Whatever you want." He said and then slammed into me. A loud moan escaped my lips and he continued that same gesture.

His thrusts became faster and I arched my back. "Mr. Clifford," I moaned and slid one hand between us, rubbing my cl.it quickly to the speed of his thrusts.

I scratched down his back with my free hand and he let out a grunt. "Yeah, touch yourself for me. Help me make you come." He said lowly and I gasped loudly as he hit the spot inside me that made my head spin.

"Right there, fu.ck, right there Mr. Clifford, holy sh.it," I moaned loudly and then bucked my hips. "I'm so close," I said and he nodded while panting.

"I know (Y/N)," he gasped out as his eyes screwed shut. "Just hold on, I'm close too. I can feel you clenching around me." He said and I moaned as I pressed my head against the board.

All it took was a few more thrusts and I felt fireworks explode in my stomach and my eyes squeezed shut. "I'm coming Mr. Clifford, fu.ck fu.ck fu.ck." I cried out as I came around him.

He grunted loudly and his thrusts grew erratic. "Oh fu.ck, oh sh.it." He gasped and his grip on my hips tightened.

His hips stopped and I could feel him twitch inside of me as he came into the con.dom. He slowly pulled out and I looked at him.

"One time thing?" I asked him and he chuckled. "I am failing this class..." I trailed off ad he pulled out.

"We'll talk grades on Friday at my house." He told me and gave me a smirk. "You'll be there?"

"Fu.ck yeah I will." I told him and he nodded.