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neoarchipelago · 5 years

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Her Teacher (Teacher!John Wick x Reader part 3)

AN: WHAT AM I DOING WITH THIS?????

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Word count : 3 239

Warnings: SMUT 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT

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Laying down in bed you were cuddling in your fluffy blanket. Taking a look at the clock you knew you'd be late, but getting up was just too hard for you. Last night had been too much for you, and even if you didn't have his class today you didn't want to even see him in the hallways. Your phone rang and you glanced at it, pondering on your next move. After sighing however your grabbed it and answered it.

"Hello?" You voice sounded hoarse from the night spent crying but you could just pretend it was from the sleepiness.

"(Y/n)! Where are you?!" Ah. Leia.

"Leia, I'm… still in bed.." you answered honestly.

"What? Why? Are you feeling sick?" She asked worriedly.

"Hum… no, just a bit tired maybe I'll stay home this morning.." you tried.

"You shouldn't study so much! You get yourself exhausted!" She whined on the phone.

You smiled to yourself, you were lucky to have friends so sweet. But it seemed like she didn't know exactly what happened yesterday…

"I know, sorry I worried you last night." You tried again, expecting a bunch of questions on the crying.

"It's alright, Tom said he found you at the library lost in a book and I wasn't surprised at all!" She chuckled.

You frowned but didn't say anything. Tom had lied and didn't said anything. You were somehow glad for that.

"Alright, take some rest ! I'll give you the classes later!" She hurriedly said.

Before you could even answer she hung up, leaving you chuckling at how energetic she could be. You stared at your ceiling taking a deep breath. What could you do now? Staying here in your bed would never help. Running away, or never going back to university wasn't a solution either. No. You had to make it stop. The feelings that were growing inside of you were getting uncontrollable. He was your teacher, and clearly he had wanted this just as much as you. He seemed jealous of every boy who seemed to look at you… to the point where he fucked you against a bookshelf in the library. But you had no idea of his true feelings. Was there even feelings from him? You groaned throwing the blanket over your head. The power this man had over you was insane. You wanted to give in so badly, the way you felt in his arms was powerful. He was intimidating, rough yet so sweet. You wanted to drown in his eyes.

You threw away your blanket in a raging movement. No. It had to stop. You'd go pick up your book and you'd forget him. At any cost.

And with that thought, you rose from your bed and walked to the shower.

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Your comfy outfit was a bit more suited for the cold weather. You still managed to find a way to wear a skirt. You walked in the main building and looked around. Your eyes immediately found him, in a corner speaking to other teachers. You had time to see him glance at you before looking away taking your attention to Leia who had run to you, tackling you with a powerful hug.

"Oh (y/n)!!"

You chuckled.

"Leia i've been gone one morning." You reminded her.

"Yes but I've missed you!" She said whining.

You laughed it out, catching sight of Tom walking towards you two.

"Ladies…" he said in a playful tone, making his sister roll her eyes.

"Hey tommy" you greeted him.

The conversation settled between you three, and you felt almost like everything was normal. Until a thought crossed your mind. You had to go pick up the book before the end of classes. Being alone in his office, when the school is almost empty, at dark, wasn't wise. Taking a glance at your sweet teacher you saw him talk to a few students and you realized that was your chance. You excused yourself and walked towards him. His eyes on you the entire time as you stepped closer. Of course as if planned, the rest of the students left leaving you alone with him. Alone wasn't the exact word, you were in the middle of a hallway full of students, but deep down, it felt like just you two.

"Good afternoon sir…" you managed to let out. Suddenly feeling intimidated by him.

"Good afternoon." There it was. The sound of his voice and you were already melting.

No. You mentally slapped yourself and finally found the strength you needed.

"I apologise, but I forgot my book in your office, when can I pass to pick it up?" You asked with an assurance in your voice that you didn't recognize.

"We can go get it right now if you wish to. I have some things to talk to you." He spoke, looking at you in a way that made you want to get closer to him and let him wrap his arms around you.

No. Breath!

"I do too sir." You let out.

And he raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?" The question was anticipated.

You had to take a moment to swallow before speaking.

"I..I'd like to give up your class." You spoke, looking up at him directly.

He frowned, tried to say something. Looked around, before letting his gaze on you again.

"Let's talk in my office please." He asked.

You were winning this time. He looked utterly lost for a second. But you were doing this for you, not to see him like this.

"I can't right now sir, I have a class to attend. Perhaps later?" You let out, a sudden confidence taking over.

"I have a meet up with a few teachers, pass by after all of your classes then." He proposed.

Well. That wasn't good. But honestly, was there any other way to do this? You took a deep breath and nodded. You stepped back ready to leave, felt a sudden grip over your wrist and looked back.

"Tommy!" You looked at him wide eyed.

What was he doing here? No, wait. You felt his arm pass around your shoulders as he spoke.

"I'm taking you to class princess.." he let out with a smirk.

You let yourself be guided away by him, not even wanting to look back at Mr Wick. That wasn't good. This wasn't going to end well. But then you shook yourself. No. He had no right to be jealous, you weren't his. So you walked away, tom's arm wrapped around your shoulders and you swaying your hips on purpose.

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You were sitting in your last class, nervously playing with your bottom lip. What if you didn't go? You weren't feeling brave enough to go. What if he… what if he kissed you again? You knew you'd give in immediately. You had to stay as far away from him as possible. You sighed. You wanted that book back though. You also wanted him. Class was dismissed and it was time for you to act.

You stood up and walked as slow as possible. The amount of students was quickly fading and soon the hallway was empty. The sound of your heels the only sound breaking the silence. You took a turn to the left and saw his open door. You walked slowly to it, just to freeze at the entrance. You watched as he was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, hair falling down softly. Leaning on the door frame you stood there eyeing him. His black shirt tightly around his arms. You let your hand rise to your mouth, biting your nail a bit, trying to stop your heart from jumping.

And he looked up.

The darkness of his gaze wrapping around your mind like a drug.

"(Y/n)..." Your name on his lips.

You closed your eyes trying to remind yourself your first goal. Opening them again you finally stepped into the room, closing the door behind you.

First mistake.

You walked up to his desk and looked at him.

"Can I have my book?" You let out in a soft voice, every bad feeling forgotten.

"Yes." He picked it up from his drawer and put it down in front of you.

You took a second to admire the beautiful work he'd done on it, letting your fingers run on the leather cover.

"It's beautiful…" you whispered.

Lingering there. Second mistake.

He stood up and you didn't even look up at him. You just listened as he walked to the door. The sound of the lock however made you spin around and stare at him. Fuck.

"Sir..?" You asked, your voice slightly shaking.

"We need to talk. With no interruption." He said, walking towards you and stopping a step away.

You nodded at him and sat on his desk. You heard him chuckle but chose not to comment it. Silence fell for a few seconds before he sighed and finally spoke.

"Don't ...give up my class."

You looked up at him, surprised. We were going there then? Alright.

"I have to." You explained.

"You don't. You are an amazing student, and I don't say that because of… our… activities." He tried to explain.

You blushed heavily. Activities? Really?

"I just.. can't keep seeing you like this." You honestly explained. At this point, lying was pointless.

"(y/n)..." He stepped forward and your breath hitched.

You could already smell his cologne and your barriers were breaking already. His hand rose to touch you but stopped in mid air just to fall back down. You felt sad that he didn't but scolded yourself for even wanting it.

"Don't give up the class because of me. I… I'll never speak to you again. I'll never touch you again if that's what you want…" he spoke, his raspy voice sounding almost pleading.

You closed your eyes, your eyes suddenly burning as the tears threatened to fall. If only he knew… that's not what you wanted. And since you never learn, your pretty little mouth let is escape once more.

"But I don't want that…"

Speaking without thinking, last mistake.

You almost gasped at your sudden revelation as you looked at him. But now you had started, you couldn't stop.

"Thing is… you touching me is all I want…"

You watched as he inhaled sharply, yet you kept going, now was no moment to stop.

"And It's almost like a sweet sin everytime you kiss me…"

You saw him clench his jaw, fighting himself.

"I don't know If I should just run away or let you do whatever you want with me."

He stepped forward once, and your breath caught in your throat but you pushed yourself to finish.

"We shouldn't be doing this, but honestly, I don't even know what we're doing…" you finished in a whisper this time he was inches from you, you could feel his jeans touching your knees and you knew the next move was going to be decisive. You were feeling so hot right now, the tension was heavy between you two, as you eyed each other's next move. You were surprised when you felt his hand on your knees. More like, hovering over them, as if afraid to touch you.

"I haven't been really fair with you. I apologise."

His words reached your heart, but you grew anxious for what was coming after those.

"I don't really know what we're doing neither. But I know two things for sure.

You watched as he looked at you through a few strings of hair and you thought he looked truly beautiful.

"No one can know about this. We'll both be in trouble. You… more than anything."

You closed your eyes and nodded, feeling already the painful rejection arriving, anticipating it so much you barely noticed the weird thing he said about you being in more trouble. But you felt on of his hands reach for your chin, and you opened your already blurry eyes.

"Second… I really don't want this to stop… You're amazing.. You're smart, interesting… beautiful…" the way he spoke was making your heart burst at the seams.

"But if you never want me to touch you again…"

You didn't even wait to grab his shirt and pull him closer, opening your legs to allow him more access to your body. He went for your lips and you had never wanted so much to kiss someone back. That addictive taste of his tongue making you lose all focus again. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You pulled on his shirt, wanting him to pull back so you could take it off, what he did immediately. Once you threw away the poor thing you took a second to admire his toned chest before leaning down to kiss it. You let your fingers run across his abs, but you felt his hands reach for the back of your neck and pull your hair. He captured your lips again and you felt his hand under your t-shirt. You moaned into his mouth, wanting him to continue.

If there's one thing you both had in common it was the lack of patience you both had. You quickly had lost the said t-shirt to the ground and your bra, and his tongue was messing with your nipples and your head. You had one of your hands clasped around your mouth trying to muffle your moans, while the other was lost in his hair. One of his hands was on your thigh the other on your back keeping you steady.

He kissed his way back up, stopping at your neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin, making you moan and softly giggle. You looked at him, his beautiful eyes, the bright smile he was giving you, and all you wanted to say was that you loved him, but maybe was it too soon? You kissed him again, trying to keep yourself from speaking words that you shouldn't. The kiss deepened and passion was leading the way into much more interesting parts. He laid you down on the desk, letting his hands caress their way down to the aim of your skirt on your thighs. He pulled it up as he leaned back, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands continued their path to the aim of your panties very slowly, and pulled them down. One leg after the other he entirely took them off, putting them down on the desk next to you. He leaned down to kiss you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck once again.

You gasped when you felt his fingers run over your slit softly, him groaning as he felt your wetness already. Pulling back you could recognize that lustful look on his face, with that point of no turning back.

"Is that all for me?" He asked, his voice a bit darker than usual.

"Yes sir…" you moaned out like a good girl.

You threw your head back as let one of his fingers slide in, his thumb playing with your clit in a torturing slowness. You were trying your best to stay quiet, but in between his dark gaze on your and his expert fingers you were already pretty close. He had that predator look, one that made you feel entirely trapped, yet so safe.

"P-please… Sir.." you moaned out.

This was wonderful, but you needed him and he knew it. You watched as his fingers left you and he rose his fingers to his mouth. The sinful moan you let out as you watched him lick his fingers clean was his breaking point. He quickly reached for his belt, unbuckling it, the bulge already perfectly visible. When he finally lowered his boxers your grasped the desk a bit tighter. The tip of his cock placed at your entrance, you looked at each other. His hand caressed your cheek and his thumb over your lips. You opened your mouth, flattening your tongue and sucked on his thumb.

Using your little game he pushed himself deep inside you, making you moan out loud, hopefully muffled by his thumb. His hand however left your mouth and you watched slightly breathless as he grabbed your legs, positioning them over his forearms and grabbed your hips with each hand. You were completely trapped, submissive to his every will. He pulled back before sliding right back in at an awful slow pace. You were hopelessly moaning into your hand, trying to stay quiet. His pace quickening you let your head fall back on the desk, arching your back into his hands, trying desperately to feel more of him. One of his hands left your waist to wrap itself around your neck, the soft pressure sending waves of pleasure run through you. You were edging and you couldn't contain your moans anymore at all. The hand on your neck placed itself over your mouth muffling a bit more your loud moans. The way your walls were tightening around him made him groan and you knew he was close too. You felt yourself reach you high as you finally exploded, gasping as the air left your lungs, your eyes shut tight. Your senses blurring, seeing stars for a few seconds, you felt him pound into you harde a few times before cuming as well.

Your eyes were still closed, his hands had left your mouth already when he had leaned down to kiss your cheeks, then your nose and then your mouth. You smiled brightly at him, opening your eyes to him smiling just as brightly. Pulling out, he walked around the room, getting dressed and grabbing your own pieces of clothing. You sat up, trying to at least stay seated on the desk. He had already his shirt on when he walked over to you with some tissues. You were ready to grab them but he took on the task to clean you up himself as you blushed. You grabbed your bra and t shirt, getting dressed quickly as you were starting to feel cold. You felt gim wrap his arms around you and you closed your eyes accepting the embrace. You were in bliss.

"You smell good…" you let out absentmindedly.

You heard him laugh, his chest shaking with the action and you smiled.

"Thank you darling… come on, I'm taking you home." He spoke against your hair.

You separated from him, looking confused.

"A-are you sure? I can walk home…" you tried.

"No. Unless you don't want me..?" He asked with a smirk.

You glared at him but smirked back. Looking down, playing with his t-shirt shyly as you spoke.

"Are you staying with me tonight..?" You asked hopefully. Looking up at him.

He sighed looking at your does eyes and he thought about it for a second.

"Tomorrow's Saturday…" you added.

He smirked again and nodded, making you light up with joy.

"Come on, let's go." He said, finally pulling you up and he put on his leather coat. You watched in horror as he grabbed the panties on the desk and put them in his pocket, smirking at you. Grabbing your things you felt his hand hold your before finally reaching for the door.

You both walked out to his car, your hand still in his. The halls seemed empty, cold and dark. But sometimes, even shadows lie in unexpected places. And you should have been a bit more careful about it.

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