Requested by anon
Genre: fluff, teacher!au, smut, his POV
Summary: Winter break is fast approaching and Mark’s crush on you is becoming a little more intense each day. The real question is, when will he make is move?
Just look at her. that smile, those eyes, the way she walks. Miss y/l/n was by far the hottest teacher in this school. She’s always so put together, but I know there’s something there. A side of her that she could never show around her students. There are days that I swear she’s giving me bedroom eyes. If she keeps swaying her hips when she walks, I might just have to take her right here in the hallway-
“Good morning Mr.Tuan.” I jumped back a bit, startled by one of my students.
“Oh, good morning.” I cleared my throat, bringing my focus back to the task at hand. I pushed out all those thoughts about Y/n and went straight into teacher mode. My students come first.
“Alright everyone, class dismissed. No homework this weekend, but it wouldn’t hurt to review chapter 10. See you all on Monday.” The majority of the class was long gone before I could get the last word out. I can’t blame them though, Everyone wants to get a head start on the weekend.
I walked outside the door, holding it open for the few that actually stayed until the last moment. I looked down the hall, saying a few goodbyes to the other students. My mind went blank when I saw an angelic figure walking toward me. Y/n struggled as she carried a stack of books back to her classroom. It was only a matter of time before she dropped them but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I hurried to her side and took a few books in my hands.
“Here, I’ll lighten the load,” I said with a smile.
“Oh, thank you. I really appreciate it.” She said with a sigh of relief. “I had class in the library today and I guess I lost track of time.”
“Nothing wrong with that. At least your kids were actually listening to you. Most of my class was out the door as soon as the bell rang.” I said.
“Trust me. I’ve had my bad days too.” We walked into her classroom, placing the books back on the shelf one by one.
“So are you doing some kind of research project in the library?” I asked.
“Well, kinda. The librarian was complaining that the kids weren’t utilizing their resources and since I’m an English teacher, everyone assumed I was the one who should be using the library the most. So, I brought my class to the library for the hour. Plus I figured they needed a change of scenery, you know?”
“Very clever. I should use the library resources too, being a history teacher and all.” I thought out loud, making her smile.
“Well if you ever want to tag-team for a book report, let me know.” She said with a light chuckle.
I laughed with her until an idea popped into my head. “Wait. That’s not such a bad idea.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Since we’re core class teachers, your students are my students. Why don’t we come up with a lesson plan to get the kids engaged in the library? Everyone wins.” I explained.
Y/n pouted her full, soft, luscious lips, thinking about my plan. She only pondered for a moment in time, but I completely lost myself in my imagination. I stared at her lips, wondering how they would feel against mine.
“That’s actually a brilliant idea! The book report can be their final exam. I always hated giving real tests at the end of the year. This way they can be creative and prove that they comprehended the material…” She went on, adding more detail to my original thought. “…Mark?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry, uh- yeah that’s what we should do.”
“Great! Let me just get my jacket.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m just grabbing my jacket before we head out. Do you want to take my car or drive separately?”
“…Where?” Wow, I spaced out hard.
“My place… To map out the lesson plan?"She finished with a question and I nodded, acting like I knew what she was saying.
"Oh, right. Um, I’ll just follow behind you. I need to grab a few things too.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you out front.” We walked out of her classroom together and I continued to my room.
I still couldn’t comprehend the fact that I’m about to go home with her… and I wasn’t even paying attention. I quickly packed up my bag, making sure to grab my books and rushed to the parking lot. Y/n stood next to her car, smiling when she saw me.
“I don’t live too far. It’ll be easy to just follow behind.” She said.
“Great! Lead the way.” She drove ahead of me, going at a moderate speed so I wouldn’t lose track of her.
When we arrived, I parked behind her car and took a moment to grip the fact that I was actually spending time with her outside of work. She got out, turning back to look at me. I quickly took my bag and scrambled out of the car.
“You’ll have to forgive the mess. We can just brainstorm in the office.” She said.
“Sure. That’s fine.” I followed her into her house, looking around at the furniture and decor. Everything in the house was a perfect reflection of her.
She led me to her home office, moving a chair for me to sit in. She unpacked her bag, taking out her laptop and a notebook.
“Okay. So, I was thinking we could do something with Mark Twain. He was an incredible writer and he had a good sense of humor so the kids will be more engaged.” She didn’t need to use Mark Twain’s sense of humor to keep anyone engaged. She could talk about beige paint drying all day and I’d hang on her every word.
“Yeah. I agree. And his novels came out in a really pivotal time in America.” I said.
She wrote down our ideas as we went along, taking in every detail. Her passion was so enticing. We went back and forth for a while, drafting the plan for our students. The more she wrote, the more curious I became. I scooted my chair toward her, getting a better look.
“Oh, wow. This will work great. Do you think they’ll go for it?” I asked.
“Yeah, it beats an exam.”
“True. I can see why you’re the favorite teacher.”
“Me? All everyone ever talks about is Mr.Tuan’s class. I’ve never seen a kid walk out of your classroom in a bad mood. You really are amazing.” She said, flattering me.
“I try my best.” I looked down at my lap, feeling a little bashful. I brought my eyes back up to her as her smile faded.
She looked at me with something I haven’t seen before. Her stare went from my eyes to my lips and my heartbeat quickened. Was this really about to happen? I watched her come closer in slow motion until her plush lips pressed to mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of her sweet kiss. Just before I could touch her, she pulled away quickly.
“Oh, god. What I’m I doing? I’m so sorry, Mark.”
“N-no. No, don’t apologize. Please.” I cupped her cheeks, pulling her back in. She relaxed in my touch, letting all of the reget and self-doubt go.
I moved my hands down to her hips as she took a hold of the back of my neck. I brought her onto my lap to straddle me. I would do anything to keep living in this moment. Her kisses were so addictive. When she grinded down on my growing bulge, I thought I would explode. I took her bottom lip between my teeth, giving her a playful nibble, making her smile.
“Where’s your room?” I asked.
“Down the hall, first door on the right.” She said between kisses. I lifted her up, walking her to the bedroom.
Our lips didn’t part for a second. She clung to me tightly, moving her hands around my neck and shoulders. I laid her down on her bed, breaking our kiss and unbuttoned my shart as fast as I could. She unzipped the back of her skirt, pulling it off just like she did in my fantasies. She threw her top toward the laundry basket and I smiled. Even in a moment of passion, she sticks to her tidy demeanor.
I mounted on top of her gorgeous body, raised her legs and grinded down. She gripped my arms, looked me in the eyes and said, “No, Mark. No teasing. I want you now.”
“I’ve waited so long for you to say that.” I pulled down my boxers, freeing my hard shaft and giving it a few strokes before holding my tip against her warm slit.
I looked into her eyes and slowly thrusted into her. I was drunk on the feeling of her heat. She was so blissfully tight. I watched her expressions change from anxiousness to pure fulfillment. Her beauty was so overpowering, she looked like a work of art.
Y/n hooked his hand around my neck, pulling me closer. “Kiss me.” She ordered. I was in no position to refuse her. Our lips connected for a rough kiss, causing me to pick up the speed of my hips. She moaned into my mouth, digging her nails into my neck and arm. I broke away with a loud moan when she clenched around me. She bucked her hips, taking me deeper with each thrust.
“Oh, Mark. I’m so close!” She said, running out of breath.
I could feel the little beads of sweat accumulating on my forehead. WIth a few more sharp thrusts, Y/n screamed out, flexing around my cock as her intense orgasm washed over her. I came along with her, burying my face in her neck, smelling her delicious scent. Her moans softened in my ear as she came back down from her mighty climax. I kissed her collar bones and rolled off of her.
“That was…” I started.
“Worth the wait?” She suggested.
“Absolutely.” I pulled her leg around my hip, resting my hand around her waist. I looked down at her legs when I felt her dripping center on my hip. “…Is that what I think it is?”
She shrugged innocently, trying to play cute. “How bad do you wanna find out?” As if she even needed to ask.
THE END
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