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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      William/Meghan
  Character:
      William_Fowles, Meghan_Stanley, JJ_Ryan
  Additional Tags:
      Kinda_creepy_in_the_beginning, not_gonna_lie, Underage_-_Freeform,
      Student/Teacher, porn_with_a_little_plot, Band, Kissing, A_significant
      amount_of_it, Usage_of_the_word_sir, Penis_In_Vagina_Sex, Falling_In
      Love, Verbal_Humiliation, Now_with_added_cuddling, Blowjobs, Kneeling,
      Power_Imbalance, Hotel_Sex, Cunnilingus, Im_not_good_at_ending,
      Manipulation, kind_of, BDSM, Light_BDSM, Light_Dom/sub, No_Safeword, Bad
      BDSM_Etiquette, But_really_they_don't_know_what_they're_doing, Dubious
      Consent, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Morality, Dubious_Ethics, Rape,
      non_con, depending_on_how_you_look_at_it, She's_15, So_technically_below
      the_age_of_consent_in_most_places, Also_he_has_a_significant_amount_of
      influence_over_her
  Series:
      Part 1 of Real!Verse_Ft._OCs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-23 Words: 1595
****** This Isn't Quite Why I Got A TTeaching Degree, But I'm Okay With it.
******
by orphan_account
Summary
     A teacher and his student get their fuck on. That's about it.
“I was just going to talk to you about my grade on the last playing quiz. It
was horrible, and I didn't even practice it.” Meghan says, stepping into her
band teacher's office. Mr. Fowles stands and steps toward her. She can feel her
grade lowering with every step he takes. She's almost shocked when he rests his
finger on her lips.
 
“Shh. You're a genius. I wouldn't take your 4.0 GPA away from you.” He says
looking down at her.
 
“But J.J has better grades than me, and he got a 75 on that one-” she begins to
protest, stopping when her teacher wraps his arm around her waist.
W
“J.J isn't as beautiful as you, Meghan.” He says, smirking.
 
“Sir-”
 
“Shush. I'm going to kiss you now, okay?” He says, pressing his lips to hers.
The teenager's entire body tenses, but decides that it's best to just go with
it.
 
“Mm. Very good. Your lips taste so sweet. I like you a lot, Meghan. You're
unbelievably perfect.” One of his hands wander to her breast, giving it an
experimental rub. He apparently likes what he finds, because he leaves it
there.
 
“You know, the first time I saw you, I thought your stuffed your bra. I kind of
wonder what it looks like, feels like lace.” He says, removing himself from her
entirely, instead opting to unbutton her flannel.
 
“Do you… do you like what you see?” Meghan says, shifting slightly. Mr. Fowles
nods, staring at her revealed blue and black lace bra.
 
“I could take you right here. Hold you up against this wall, take off all your
clothes, and give you the best pleasure you've ever experienced.” He says,
backing her into a literal corner. She can feel and taste his breath. Something
about that sounds like a good idea.
 
“Please, sir-” she says, looking up at him with lustful eyes.
 
“Mm, yes. Sir is good. I like sir. Now, stay right there. I need to get a
condom and some lube.” He says, right before rushing over to his desk and
grabbing said items. As he approaches, Meghan feels herself sweating with
nerves.
 
“I want you to ask me for it.” He pants into her ear, thumbs on the waistband
of her jeans.
 
“Please, sir, please- I want you to have me right here against this wall.”
Meghan says, closing her eyes. Apparently, the teacher doesn't need to be told
twice, because he pulls them off in record time, without even unbuttoning them.
 
“No panties? What are you, some kind of whore?” He says, before slapping a hand
over his mouth. “Meghan, I'm so sorry-”
 
“It's okay, sir, I like it.”
 
“Well, then. You really are my whore.” The teacher mumbles, kissing her neck.
He keeps his hands busy with his own clothing, only breaking away to take off
his shirt.
 
“Is this from-” Meghan says softly, tracing the scar over his stomach.
 
“The, um, the cancer? Yeah.” Mr. Fowles whispers, looking down at her hand.
 
“Alright, I'm ready.” She says decidedly, lifting his chin with a finger. He
rolls the condom onto his penis, before slathering it in lubricant. It lasts a
wonderful seven minutes and twenty seconds. It's far longer than anyone
Meghan's age could last. In fact, she thinks that he only came so quickly
because she did.
 
“My god, sir…” Meghan mumbles, resting her head against his shoulder.
 
“Shh, Meghan, you've got to get dressed, okay?” the man says, setting her down
on her feet, making sure she's steady before dressing himself. Soon enough
they're both fully clothed.
 
“I, um, when can we do that again?” Meghan says, grinning up at him.
 
“Hopefully tomorrow. I do have a request, though.”
 
“Yes?”
 
“I want you to wear that little blue dress of yours tomorrow. Do your makeup
just like you did that one day, when you wore that blue sweater. And put
something sexy underneath. Also, Meghan- were you a virgin? I've just, um,
never deflowered anyone, as far as I know.”
 
“Um, yes. I was. I'd never been with a boy before. Much less a man. And that's
exactly why I like you. Because you're not a boy.” Meghan says after briefly
biting her lip.
 
“We’ve still got time. Would you maybe want to… kneel? Next to me, while I do
my work. Of course you don't have to, you just liked it when I… humiliated
you.”
 
Instead of answering in words, his student gets on her hands and knees and
crawls over to his desk. When she arrives, she simply kneels with her head
down. The teacher smiles, approaching. He rubs her head when he sits, and with
his other hand opens a new tab in Chrome. He types something in and pulls
something up, and within a few moments a song starts to play. She recognizes it
to be NoteFlight.
 
“You know, that's an original composition.” he says, glancing down at her.
 
“In that case, you're extremely talented.”
 
“Mm, thank you.” They sit in a comfortable silence for a while, with Mr.
Fowles’ hand stroking her hair, but after a bit, Meghan decides to unbutton his
pants and pull his penis out. Her teacher looks down at her, jaw physically
dropped.
 
“Can I suck you off, sir?” He nods minutely, still looking shocked. She gives
him an experimental rub, smiling when he hardens in her hand. She takes a deep
breath, opening her mouth wide and wrapping her lips around it. She forces
herself down, down, down, until she can't, because she's got him all. Tears
spring to her eyes because it hurts her throat that badly, but she just pushed
through because this isn't about her. He comes as soon as she starts gagging.
 
“Meghan, I'm so sorry-” he says, pulling her head up. Semen dribbles down her
chin, but she's never looked happier.
 
“Don't be. Thank you, sir.” she grins after deeply swallowing.
 
-3 Months Later-
 
“God, my head hurts.” Meghan groans to J.J., rubbing her temple.
 
“Old man Fowles might let you ride with him.” He says, nodding towards him. She
rolls her eyes because  for the last time, he's only 32.
 
“Good thinking. Yo Mr. F!” She calls, and he turns toward her immediately.
 
“You got a quiet backseat? My head's killing me!”
 
Her teacher glances out the open bus door, straight to his Prius.
 
“Yeah, I guess.” He makes a look for her to follow him and she does, climbing
into his car.
 
“Thank you, sir.” She says quietly, not wanting anyone to hear her.
 
“Don't mention it, slut.” He whispers in her ear, nipping at the lobe.
 
Once they got on their way, Meghan climbed into the front seat.
 
“Who do you belong to?”
 
“You, sir.”
 
“And what does that mean?”
 
“I don't know, sir.” She almost tacked on something about how she's stupid, but
she knows that will only get her punished.
 
“It means that you follow my instructions implicitly. It also means that you
wait for me to give you your next orders.”
 
“Yes, sir.”
 
“I want you to remember that the next time that you think that you can just do
what you want.”
 
“Of course, sir.”
 
“I love you, Meghan.”
 
“I love you too, William.” She says, trying out his first name for the very
first time. Up until now it had been “sir”, “Mr. Fowles”, or “love”. She
decides that it suits him.
 
He just smiles at her.
 
-
 
Meghan smiles widely when she opens the door, clad in a tight and short
nightgown.
 
“I was thinking that maybe we could just make love tonight.” William murmurs,
rubbing her shoulders.
 
“Mm, that sounds wonderful.” She says, tipping her head back.
 
“Have I ever told you that you're stunningly beautiful?” He says with a smile,
lifting his head to stare into her eyes.
 
“You may have mentioned it.” She whispers, shrugging off her nightgown.
 
“Well, I meant it.” he presses a kiss to her lips. She undoes his pants and the
kiss can only last for a little while longer because, after all, he does have
to take off his shirt at some point. Megan decides that moment but she really
does love him. It's not something superficial or her grades or anything
because, in this moment, she loves him. She truly, truly loves him. They
shuffle to the bed, where Meghan quickly falls underneath him.
 
“Mm, I'll be back in one second.”
 
She knows what he's getting. Lube and condoms. He's always been so scared of
hurting her. And he really can't afford to get her pregnant. It would break up
his marriage for sure, and it would ruin Meghan's hopes for the future.
 
What she doesn't know is that he wants to try something new. She's startled
when she feels familiar, warm lips on her clitoris. It's nice, but strange.
 
“William, I-” she mumbles, tipping her head back from the sheer pleasure of the
sucking, almost too hard to be pleasurable, but made up for by wandering
fingers. He glances up with a raised eyebrow.
 
“Is everything alright?”
 
“It just- it just feels so good. Unbelievably good. Too good to be real. You’re
too good to be real.”
 
His tongue slips inside of her and her blood turns to fire.
 
“Will- I'm going to- oh!” she comes, falling back into the bed. She feels a
condom and lube-clad William enter her, and she's tired and sensitive but it's
so clearly not about her and she loves it.
 
He holds her after he comes, stroking her hair. It's absolutely perfect.
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