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It wasn’t so much that Tommy was massively failing English as it was his parents expected the best.
Tommy needed to know if he had passed this mock exam, if this grade would land him in the upper set for next year—if his predictions for his exam results would be nothing short of A.
But, well, Tommy wouldn’t know until next week and that, that couldn’t do because if he got less; if he failed to get that A…he could say bye-bye to summer and his free time. Last year had been enough, missed by a single mark—
It wasn’t so much his parents were tiger parents but…well, they expected the best from him.
Tommy would do anything to make sure he passed every grade. The only problem he had been facing this year was English. Analysis and “reading between the lines” of the book of the year was difficult for Tommy’s attention span. Even repeating over and over again, this and that, what this means and why the colour red symbolises promiscuity (why the fuck does anyone give a shit if the woman wants to wear red?! Looking at you Of Mice and Men).
Tommy knows it in his gut that he’s missed marks because of it.
So, he needs to speak to Mr Soot.
A new teacher to the school as of the beginning of the year, Tommy had been lucky enough to get him as his English teacher. The guy was funny, could control the class because the class respected him, and generally all round a great guy.
He was incredibly hot also. That to.
When Mr Soot had joined the school, the student body—mostly the girls—had whispered non-stop for weeks about him.
Tommy wasn’t going to deny he’s rubbed himself off to the thought of Mr Soot. His smooth voice, his infectious laughter. That curly hair and that smile.
But Tommy isn’t standing outside Mr Soot’s class just to fantasise about that.
With a knock and an enter, Tommy was face to face with Mr Soot.
“Tommy,” he smiled, “What’s up?”
Here goes nothing.
(He walks away with an agreement. One that Tommy is more than flustered and aroused by.)
(He walks away with his phone one number extra, waiting for a text.)
He could only muffle his wail into the pillow, eyes threatening to roll as hands held his hips, his legs splayed wide, his cunt speared open on Mr Soot’s cock. Tommy couldn’t bring himself to look knowing the ease with which he moved, thrusted, was a mix of his arousal and blood from his broken hymen.
But fuck, Tommy hadn’t thought sex would feel this good.
He moans, legs trembling, toes curling as his back bows further.
“Jesus,” Mr Soot moans, “You feel so good, Tommy.”
He mewls, mortified at how instead of embarrassing or ashamed this should make him feel to know he would scope so low as to fuck his teacher—he only enjoyed it. Enjoyed the way his pussy was spread and filled, enjoyed the way it was Mr Soot doing it.
“Please,” he begs, feeling something familiar twist in his gut.
Mr Soot pulled out and he squeaked in protest, but Tommy was rolled over, graced with the sight of Mr Soot with a sheen of sweat, his erection that had Tommy’s blood on as little as it was—that was embarrassing yet stupidly arousing to know it was someone who shouldn’t be taking his virginity was—and he quickly crowded Tommy in, sliding his dick back inside.
Tommy arched, legs curling around Mr Soot’s waist with a moan. Gasping when Mr Soot pressed their mouths together, sneaking his tongue in. Tommy eagerly tussled with him despite his inexperience, arms wrapping around Mr Soot’s shoulders, trembling as he fucked Tommy good.
They part, a trail of saliva between them.
“God,” Mr Soot moans, drinking in the sight of Tommy, one hand cupping the blonde’s knee and lifting, the other beside Tommy’s head. The sound of their sexes slapping overpowered their huffs for air, “You’re being so good, letting me do this.”
Tommy mewled, flushing at the praise and clenched down.
Mr Soot’s gaze flashed, “Oh?” he smirked, “Do you like that? You like the praise?”
Embarrassed, Tommy hid his face but was easily foiled.
“Now, now,” Mr Soot leant close, face full of amusement, “None of that.”
He snuck a hand down, only to pinch Tommy’s clit and he yelped, bucking and arching.
“Oh!”
Mr Soot did it again and Tommy was cumming just like that.
“Fuck!” Mr Soot cursed, stumbling over just how tight Tommy clenched down, “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna cum too!”
Tommy threw his head back, panting as Mr Soot slammed home, groaning. Tommy slapped a hand over his mouth in horror as he stared up at Mr Soot’s face as it twisted with ecstasy.
As soon as Mr Soot sat back, Tommy scrambled upright in shock. Tommy reached down, spreading his pussy only to see Mr Soot’s cum dribble from it.
He stared in mortification—he wasn’t—he just—
“Don’t worry about it,” Mr Soot purred.
“Wha—” Tommy stumbled over, pressing his legs together, “You just—”
Mr Soot stood, waving off Tommy’s terror, and moved to the kitchen counter when he picked something up, “I’ve got morning after pills.”
He chucked the packet Tommy’s way. He scrambled to catch it.
Mr Soot sat back down, the epitome of comfortable as he stared at Tommy. When the blond didn’t move, just stared at him with wide eyes, he laughed, “I agreed to your terms, I just didn’t mention I wanted to finish in you as one of mine. Don’t worry, those pills will stop anything.”
Tommy opened the box, reading the instructions and popping the pills, panic-stricken.
“I didn’t want you to come in me,” he sniffled, eyes burning.
Mr Soot sighed, “Tommy,” he scooted over, and Tommy flinched as he was pulled onto Mr Soot’s lap, “I know you wouldn’t have but I got those pills for a reason.”
A finger curled blonde hair, and Mr Soot smiled down at him, “Now, I know you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
Tommy flushed, still horrified but there was no denying that before he had been.
“I want to continue this…agreement,” Mr Soot purred, leaning close, nose nuzzling his temple. Tommy said nothing, just waited for Mr Soot to continue as all the while he felt his cum dribble from his pussy, “I want to make this a…benefits relationship. I’ll give you extra tutoring if we fuck.”
Tommy swallowed, knowing he could do with that tutoring…and he had enjoyed…
“Can you—can you not come inside me?” he asked meekly.
Mr Soot rolled his head back, “Mh, maybe. If I feel like it.”
“But—”
“Tommy, Toms—can I call you Toms?” Mr Soot gave a beaming smile and Tommy trembled, “I’ll have those pills ready each time. You might not have been expecting it this time, but we’re being safe, okay?”
With an unsure nod, Tommy worried his lip, “Okay.”
Mr Soot peppered his face with kisses, “Good boy,” he purred, arms tightening around him. Tommy became aware of the still half-hard cock pressed against his butt, “Do you need to be home by a certain time?”
“Before half five,” he squeaked, knowing just what Mr Soot was implying.
Mr Soot grinned, “Good.”