AN - Alright y'all.

This is going to be my first ever fan short story. It's based on a scene in Stripping For The English Teacher written by youRsome1

It's a scene re-write but the beginning will be exactly the same, and I hope you enjoy.

True one shot. No edits. Posted from my phone. Don't come for me.

⚠️teacherxstudent relations⚠️

All characters are 18+.

Drew' POV

When the bell rang, I gathered my things and walked to Olivia's classroom. I waited for all the students to leave before making my way inside. She looked up at me from her seat at her desk and frowned.

"I thought you were busy." She said.

"I am, but I wanted to see you."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, here I am!" She said sarcastically.

I closed her door and walked to her desk.

"Olivia..." I grabbed her hand so she'd look at me. She didn't pull away, so I took that as a good sign.

"I'm mad at you." She said, still holding my hand.

"Well, I'm mad at you too." I said softly.

Her expression turned into one of confusion. "Mad at me? Why?"

"You didn't say no to lunch with Mr. Chamberlain." I frowned.

"Drew..." She stood up so we were face to face.

"All we did was talk about school and students. He's just a nice guy."

"Yeah, and I'm a unicorn." I said sarcastically.

"Well, what about you? Allison is all over you whenever I see you two together. You don't think that's upsetting to me?"

"I guess she's a little touchy." I shrugged. "But she's just a friend. I don't see her like that."

"A friend you slept with." She pointed out in an angry tone, letting go of my hand.

"Olivia, that was months ago. Before we were ever together. Allison and I are just friends."

"Whatever Drew." She turned to go back to her desk.

I grabbed her hand before she could sit down, spinning her around to face me. I took her face in my hands, pressing my body into her slightly, forcing the backs of her thighs against the edge of her desk. I looked deep into her eyes as I heard her breath hitch in her throat at the contact.

"I don't see anyone but you." I whispered. My lips close enough to feel her breath brushing against them.

She stared at me with an unreadable expression before leaning in to kiss me. A soft moan escaped my throat as her hands slid to my waist, pulling my body flush against hers as her lips parted. My tongue immediately seeking refuge in her mouth as I teased her. I could feel her nails dig into my hips slightly as the kiss grew more heated.

I broke the kiss only because I needed air. I didn't want to give her time to second guess what was happening, so I trailed light kisses down along her jawline as I caught my breath.

"God you taste so fucking good..." I groaned against her heated skin. My lips pressed against the sensitive spot just above her pulse point and she let out a shuddering gasp at the contact.

"Drew..." she whispered, my name falling from her lips in an unspoken plea. I felt her hands slide up my back until her fingers sunk into my hair, tangling themselves in it. She tugged gently, pulling my mouth away from her.

I looked up at her questioningly, only for my breath to be ripped from my lungs at the look of pure lust on her face. Her pupils blown, her eyes begging for something she couldn't, or wouldn't, allow herself to put into words. Right then, I decided nothing was going to stop me from relieving this frustration we've built up over the last few months. I couldn't give a fuck that we were in school, in her classroom, the only protection a closed and unlocked door. I was going to have her. To hell with the consequences.

"I got you baby." I whispered before capturing her lips with my own again. I knew we couldn't do much in this unlocked classroom, but I wasn't going to leave my girl hanging.

I kept her distracted with my lips on hers as I slid the palm of my hand from her shoulder down her arm, settling on her waist. My fingertips slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, pushing gently passed the hem of her shirt to glide against bare skin. I almost moaned again. She wasn't fucking wearing panties.

As the realization hits me, the last of my willpower is forced away and I push my hand down into her pants to dip between her thighs. I glide my fingertips over her and groan into her mouth as her slickness coats my fingers. She tears her mouth away from the kiss and instantly bites down on her lip to stop a moan from escaping as her head tips back in pleasure.

"Fuck Olivia... you're so wet..." I mumble against her throat, my lips kissing every inch of skin I can reach as she whimpers in pleasure. Her legs part and her hips arch toward my hand, subconsciously giving me more room to work as she digs her nails into the back of my neck and my shoulder.

"Drew..." She gasps as my fingers slip between her folds, circling her clit. Her hips rock with the movement of my hands as her breathing increases and her grip on me tightens. "Oh God..."

"You've been neglecting yourself baby..." I whisper to her. A smirk forms on her lips and my fingers still in shock at her next words.

"No. I touch myself almost every night to images of you dancing for me." She says quietly, between gasping breaths. "This is just what you do to me..."

An almost animalistic urge overtakes me at her words and without a reply I sink two fingers into her. I kiss her to swallow the moan that tears from her chest at my entrance, her pussy clenching down hard on me. She reaches down to grip my wrist, holding me still inside her. I don't move, allowing her to get used to the intrusion as I get lost in her kiss.

Her grip on my wrist loosens as the pressure on my fingers does. I slowly drag my fingers almost all the way out of her and revel in the small noises she makes in the back of her throat before pushing back into her again, deeply. She breaks the kiss to bury her face into my neck.

"Fuck Drew..." She moans my name and that's all the encouragement I need.

I lean her back slightly so her ass is pressed to the top of her desk, my free hand bracing against the hard wood beneath her as I quicken my pace. Her hips rock against my hand in time to my thrusts inside her. The only sounds being made are our ragged breathing and the wet sound of my thrusts into her.

I curl my fingers slightly to glide the pads of my fingertips against her g-spot, pressing against it firmly and forcing a strangled cry from her lips. I continue to stroke against the sensitive spot inside her, forcing her closer and closer to her orgasm as her body tenses around my fingers.

I can feel her trembling with the tension and need for relief, and I want nothing more than to give her exactly what she wants. Her hips begin to stutter as she loses the rhythm I've set to her pleasure. I move my thumb to stroke circles around her clit in time with my thrusts inside her and that's all it took for her to snap.

"Drew... yes... fuck... kiss me... Drew please kiss me." She begs as she tumbles over the edge. I capture her lips with mine once more as her climax overtakes her. She moans into my mouth and I swallow it all, drinking down her pleasure as she comes undone on my hand.

I slow my pace, helping her come down from her high before gently pulling my fingers out of her. I move away slightly to let her regain her composure and look around her desk for something to clean off my hand with. Before I can reach for the tissues by her computer, she grabs my hand, forcing my eyes back to hers.

With our gazes locked together, she slowly brings my hand to her lips. She takes my fingers into her mouth, never taking her eyes off me as she sucks them clean of her juices. I couldn't have picked my jaw up off the floor if I tried.

She smirks slightly before releasing my fingers from between her lips with a pop.

"Well, Miss Line. I do believe you've made your point." She says softly, the smirk never leaving her lips. Her voice snaps me out of my reverie.

"I'm glad you understand me, Miss Wells." I say quietly. "I have to go. I'm supposed to be meeting Dani and Carli for auditions and I'm pretty sure I'm late."

She nods, standing up straight and adjusting herself. She smooths the wrinkles from her pants and re-tucks in her blouse.

"Of course, Miss Line. Will I be seeing you at the club later?" She asks, looking anywhere but at me.

"Olivia." I say, slipping my fingers beneath her chin to force her gaze to mine. She meets my gaze with her own, silently. I can almost feel the doubt and fear radiating off her.

"I-" my words are cut off as the shrill ring tone of my phone echoes around us. I sigh, pulling away from her slightly and reach into my back pocket for the offending device. Dani. I quickly answer it, knowing he won't stop calling until I do.

"Bitch where the fuck are you?" He yells.

"I'll be right there." I roll my eyes and hang up on him before refocusing my attention on Olivia.

"Yes, you'll see me at the club tonight. But I was also hoping you'd come over afterward?" I ask, trying unsuccessfully to mask my hopeful tone.

I watch as her slight frown quickly melts away into a bright smile.

"You want to see me tonight?" She asks.

"If I had the option, I'd never stop looking at you again."

She rolled her eyes at the cheesy line and pushed me away from her gently.

"Go to your auditions, Drew. I'll see you later."

She turns her back to me, dismissing me as I walk backward toward the door, never taking my eyes off her.

"Yes, Miss Wells." I whisper seductively as I reach the door. Her eyes snap back to mine, already darkening with lust once more.

"Drew..." She growls warningly.

"Bye Miss Wells. See you later!" I laugh as I quickly exit the room, a permanent grin plastered on my face as the door closes behind me and I make my way toward the auditorium where the auditions are being held.

"Bitch I thought you were bailing!" Dani said, walking up to me.

"Nah I just had to take care of something." I replied.

"Or someone." Carli whispered under her breath. I rolled my eyes and punched her in the arm.

"Shut it, Carls."