Spicy Vancat, eh?

Requested by: Auora_enchantrest

Student/Top Tyler
Teacher/Bottom Evan

Hope it's spicy enough for ya
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I cant fucking write anymore ugh.

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Tyler was bloody tired of risking being kicked off the teams he was in at school all because he couldn't pass a few classes. He developed a habit of slacking off at the beginning and scrambling to fix his grade when he was in danger of missing games.

"I told you so," Craig chimed, not bothering to hide his boasting tone.

Tyler growled in annoyance. He pushed his best friend into the lockers they were walking past, smirking when he heard Craig yelp and curse at him.

"Tyler, you have to stop trying to live off of your ego and actually think about a future for yourself," Craig spat, a bit more bitter than he'd intended.

Tyler stopped and glared at Craig making the shorter boy stop dead in his tracks. His ice cold eyes burned holes into Craig for a few seconds, hating him for having it good.

What did he know? He was a kindhearted guy with great grades, a clean record, a nice family and an actual idea of he was going to be in the future.

Tyler had nothing of the sort.

Craig was silent the rest of the way there while Tyler held a stoic expression to hide his stress.

"Welp. Looks like this is my stop, dude. Catch you tomorrow?" Tyler looked over to his friend and gave him a crooked grin.

Craig gulped and messed with the backpack strap that hung on his shoulder, "y-yeah, tomorrow."

Tyler watched Craig speed off, head low and hands in his pockets.

"Damnit.." He groaned.

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He stepped between the isles of neatly assorted desks until he was looking into the open closet and getting an eyefull of a fine ass in a hot skirt. 

"Mr. Fong, I can't find the- oh.. Hi?" Kelly, the school's sweetheart cheerleader had straightened up and turned around. She stared straight up into Tyler's capturing oceans and couldn't help but feel dizzy for a second. "Here for Mr. Fong, I'm guessing?"

Tyler nodded, wide smile and all. It made Kelly giggle and bite her bottom lip, her thick eyelashes giving her playful eyes.

"Ahem," Tyler and Kelly turned to look at the intruder and took a step back to add space between them. An Asian man stood there, eyebrow raised and a plastic bin filled with shirts in his arms.

Kelly gasped and rushed over to the man in casual Jeans and a Metallica shirt, "thank you, Mr. Fong! I bet the girls will love these!"

Tyler raised a brow as the cheerleader walked out, the bin in her arms, bounce in her walk and jiggle in her ass. She was hella fine.

"So if I could bring you back to earth from your thoughts," the teacher started, making Tyler look away from the door, "I'd like to ask what you're doing in my class after school, Mr. Wilde."

Tyler shook his head and furrowed his brows, almost as confused as the teacher until he remembered his grades. "Oh, I need to pick my grades up, I've gone to my other classes all week after school. I just need to get some work done for you.

The teacher sighed and crossed his arms, his fingers tapping at his biceps. "I told you many many times to come in and do extra work. I have to turn the grades in already, you won't get anything done. I'm sorry."

Tyler sighed angrily, his temper rising by the second. He hated himself for never listening and yet he never bothered to change.

"Tyler?"

His blue eyes snapped open at the mention of his name in the sweetest fucking tone he'd ever heard. His teacher stood closer to him, doe eyes enchanting and caring.

"Why do you need to pass so badly?"

Tyler shut his eyes tight and sighed, "Mr.Fong, I've told you many times, I won't be able to-"

His teacher raised a hand to stop the taller boy, "that's not it. I know that's not it, Tyler."

"Yes it is!"

"What is it then?" Mr. Fong crossed his arms.

"I just want to play and be good and-and get noticed!" Tyler clenched his jaw when his teacher asked why, "because.." He gulped, "being noticed by a college is my only chance to get out of this town and give myself a better life."

That seemed to be a good enough answer because his teacher was silent after his confession. Tyler had no idea what to do afterwards, his teacher had just walked off to sit at his desk and mess around with his computer.

"Tyler," he beckoned, Tyler awkwardly side-shuffled through a small isle of desks until he was standing beside his teacher. "I expect you to show up at 9 am at my new apartment this Saturday. I have some things I have yet to unpack and set up and you look like you won't have a problem with the heavier lifting."

Tyler blinked stupidly as his teacher handed him a green sticky note with an address and phone number. "W-what?"

Mr. Fong smiled up at the teen and motioned to the computer, "How does a 75 sound?"

Tyler smiled wide after he connected the dots and practically tipped the chair his teacher sat in as he engulfed him in a hug. "I'll be there early and breakfast, lunch and dinner are on me! Thank you Mr. Fong!"

Tyler took off leaving his teacher dumbfounded and clearly conflicted on how to react. But the longer he sat there and thought of what he did for the boy made him smile and shake his head.

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As promised, Tyler had arrived at his teacher's apartment complex at 8:47 with a bag of bomb ass morning tacos and packs of Yoohoo chocolate milk.

"I cant believe you recalled my embarrassing addiction to these things," Evan admitted, opening up a pack and handing his student one of the cartons.

Tyler snorted, a taco and a half already inhaled by his morning appetite. "I dont blame you, Evan."

Evan noticed Tyler hesitate when saying his name but he supposed it was foreign for the teen to be calling him anything other than 'Mr. Fong'. It was kinda amusing but Evan had to admit that the way it rolled off his tongue also had him feeling some sort of way.  Tyler was a tall, well-built teen with facial hair, he could easily pass for the kind of man Evan would hook up with at bars. That alone had Evan creating a distance between them at all times.

Throughout the morning and most of the afternoon, Evan and Tyler worked together to get the bedroom and living room looking decent by taking things out of boxes and setting up some of the furniture. Halfway through, they ate sandwiches with whatever was in the fridge since Evan insisted that Tyler had done enough.

Upon putting away all the cleaning supplies and testing out Evan's set-up in the living room, Tyler admitted to having ordered and paid for pizza online when Evan brought up dinner.

"That's why you took so long?" Tyler nodded. Evan laughed and shook his head, "I'm relieved to know you weren't watching porn in there. And that you're not feeling weird about being here."

Tyler laughed and shrugged, "It was a bit awkward at first but then we got busy and I forgot that you were my teacher.. I just.. I had fun, yknow? I thought you'd be this strict and formal guy outside of class but you act like my friends and I do so it was easy to grow comfortable."

Evan grinned, "I was a teenager not too long ago, Tyler. I know how to have fun."

Tyler shrugged while he tried to suppress a smile, "some fun."

Evan raised a brow, "what did I miss to make your day so boring, Mr. Wilde?"

Tyler racked his brain for an answer but what came out happened to be pulled out of his ass. "Deez nuts!"

Evan sighed and brought his hand to his face, amused and ashamed of giggling. He continued his act though, humoring Tyler even more. "I apologize for being so careless, how can I make it up to you?"

Tyler sat on the couch, hands behind his head as he looked at Evan, "I dunno, wanna fuck?"

Evan had to blink and force himself to properly function after such a question had slipped Tyler's lips. "What?"

Tyler shrugged and stood up again, catching Evan's chin and smiling innocently. "The box you told me not to touch, the one you hid in the restroom closet? I didn't think it'd be anything bad but, Jesus Christ.. You're a kinky fucker, aren't you?"

Evan gulped and shrunk in on himself, already feeling his submissive nature surfacing at the dominant aura radiating from Tyler. That box was filled with toys and outfits, things that he only used when he brought a guy home.

"Why don't you run in there and try the cheerleader outfit on? I bet you'd look better than the cheerleaders at school."

Evan whimpered once Tyler's fingers left his chin, he was only convinced to move when Tyler's chest rumbled with a growl. Now, Evan stood in his bathroom, quickly changing into an outfit he never wanted to be seen in unless it was some drunk bastard from a bar.

He could hear Tyler just outside the door, "hurry it up, Fong."

Evan felt his knees tremble as he placed his previous outfit in the hamper before proceeding to open the door. He stepped out into the hall with his bottom lip between his teeth and legs that Tyler wanted to mark.

"You're failing my class," Tyler smirked, caressing Evan's side.

Evan shivered in the tight, revealing outfit. Tyler was attacking way too many of his kinks and it was kicking his hormones into overdrive.

"If you want to pick your grade up I suggest you get down on your knees, pretty boy."

Evan didn't even hesitate to nod and as soon as he did, Tyler dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him down on his knees. His doe brown eyes stared up at the dominant teen who quickly undid his pants and pulled them down with the boxers until his cock was standing proudly.

"Oh my god," Evan moaned, not bothering to hide his eagerness. Tyler was huge and Evan was gladly choking on every inch.

"Ohhh.. You're so good at this, you little slut. I bet you do this for every teacher, huh?"

All Evan could do was moan around the throbbing appendage in his mouth and nod, his own cock leaking from the way Tyler talked.

"Fuck, baby. Let me get a good look at you in that skirt," Tyler ordered, letting go of Evan's raven locks to let him get off his cock and breathe.

Evan panted, taking a second to recover from being throat-fucked before he shakily got to his feet. He let Tyler walk around him and grope wherever he liked, he was, after all, a shy school girl.

"Can't wait to ram my cock in your pretty little ass, baby. Are you excited?" Tyler muttered into Evan's ear from behind, letting his hand slip under Evan's skirt and circle a finger around the puckered muscle beneath Evan's panties. Evan's cries and begging were muffled by Tyler's large hand, the taller male hadn't waited for an answer and instead pushed past Evan's entrance.

"Look at you, moaning and arching your back like a little slut. You were looking to have your insides rearranged weren't you?"

Evan groaned and pressed his thighs close together, he was so fucking weak with Tyler's fucking words! It was embarrassing, he couldn't stop presenting himself like a whore. Where had his common sense and dignity gone?

"Oh fuck," Tyler groaned after having pushed the head past Evan's pink entrance.

Evan was beneath him in bed and taking every thick inch of him with sultry moans. He'd push his hips back against Tyler once he'd started a slow rhythm but eventually stopped moving when Tyler leaned all his weight on him and began drilling into him in search of that special spot. After a few thrusts, Evan began crying out and clawing at the bedsheets. Tyler had found his prostate.

"Yes! Oh! God! Keep going!"

Evan felt saliva at the corner of his mouth and an overwhelming tingling feeling all over his body. He was cumming and Tyler seemed to have known because he was reaching down and stroking him. That was the final straw for Evan and it had his seed spurting onto the fresh bedsheets and the inside of his skirt.

"Fuck, you got so much fucking tighter. Can hardly move," Tyler threw his head back in pleasure. "Shit," he stopped and pulled out, pretty close to his own edge, "turn around, I wanna see your slutty expressions."

Evan whined from the loss of movement inside him but oblidged nonetheless. He was on his back, staring up at Tyler with lust-blown eyes and his mouth slightly ajar. Tyler thought he looked fucking sexy like that, it made him want to pound him even harder if possible.

Evan gasped on the first thrust then held onto Tyler for dear life. The teen was reaching deeper after lifting Evan's legs up and over his broad shoulders. This made Evan see galaxies behind his closed eyes and utter a chain of profanities and obscenities.

"Oh fuck! Sir, I'm so close!" Evan moaned, lost in the moment and forgetting that he was an adult, not a slutty cheerleader getting fucked by a teacher.

Tyler loved it, he loved the authority that Evan gave him. "Cum for me, baby."

Evan gasped, mouth agape and back off the bed in a sensual arch that made Tyler groan. Evan's moans became the slutty, high-pitched kind that meant he was having an orgasm and those sounds alone had Tyler's cock twitching.

"Fuck!"

Thick strings of sperm covered Evan's clenching walls, they milked every last drop making Tyler flinch out of sensitivity and pull out. He watched in satisfaction as his seed spilled from Evan's abused hole.

"I should help you more often, babe," Tyler teased, amused with Evan's futile attempts of getting out of bed.

"Shut up or I will fail you the rest of the year."

Tyler laughed and lifted the pouting man's face by his chin, it made the Asian weak in his knees everytime. Thankfully he was sitting because with the way Tyler leaned down and kissed him like he belonged to him, Evan would've forgotten how to stand and faceplanted right then and there.

Breaking them from a heavy liplock, the doorbell rang through the apartment and reminded them of the pizza Tyler ordered.

"Get comfy, angel face. I'll get it, you just pull up a movie on your laptop, yeah?"

Evan nodded dumbly, taking orders from the teen who just fucked him and had him ruined for anyone else. He'd never been torn apart so fucking good, how could anyone compete?

Tyler came back with the pizza and plates, a smug smile on his face that made Evan frown. "So, are you gonna refer to me as daddy at school or..?"

Evan groaned and hid his face in a pillow, "I should've just failed you."

Tyler laughed and settled beside Evan, a plate in both their hands and the movie barely starting up, "then you would've missed the best fuck of your life."

Evan grumbled, not bothering to argue and stuffed his face with pizza. After two slices, he let the after-sex fatigue bring him to a deep sleep in his student's embrace.

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Sorry it's so rushed, I wanted to write an actual smut instead of giving you an empty chapter.

The covers will probably be changed once this chapter is posted but I wanted to give credit where credit is due.(I suck at giving praise tho)

The cover winner for this book had my jaw on the floor as well as my judges'. Not only is it steamy and a work of art, it was drawn by an amazing artist who I look up to and I can't even fathom how she's my friend ajdhsj

MoonlitRainbow is the artist behind this (':

For my other book(H2OVanoss's True YouTube Shorts), the cover winner is none other than my good friend Marissa13002.

A special thanks to KrazyWerewolf6(another amazing friend) who made some fantastic covers. The judges and I really loved their cover ideas as well

I loved this one sm(':

Another special thanks to James_mudafukin_Bond and COTwild for being my judges. Glad I wasn't alone in these decisions.

Thanks to everyone for the support despite my continuous absence (': means a lot.
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