Shewantsvengeance - 𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

why are there almost no fics about theo james or any of his characters omg I AM DYING for this man and I cannot find anything about him x reader?????? lord have mercy

what buffy did..... wearing halter tops to kill vampires..... sequins.... that very specific pink glittery jacket when willow exorcised those demons..... 90's mini skirt top jacket ensemble.... She was Right.... That is how you dress to kill vampires and other supernatural beings..... She was Right, those are the Correct Fashion Choices.... Pink leather pants when killing Count Dracula YES

My biggest addiction

Damon Albarn of Blur, 1995.

TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT

Pairing: JJ Maybank × AFAB(she/her) reader

Summary: the title says it all

WARNINGS: SMUT, dirty and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap kids), dirty talk

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if you spot any mistake! Hope you like it xx

As you were dancing with your friend around the beach bonfire, you felt JJ’s gaze on your body. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your perfect body in this tiny bikini, moving to the rhythm of the music.

You and JJ were neither friends nor lovers, only sex buddies. You slept with him since a couple of months now. It was the only interaction you guys really had. No conversation or anything, only sex. It all started when you both met at a surf competition, disputing for the first place. You won and it pissed JJ off. He was being a dick to you, and your short temper and anger issues couldn’t handle the rudeness he showed you. So, you blew him off. Stubborn like you both were, neither one of you would let go of this fight. But your cockiness was the last straw for him. He ended up grabbing your wrist to guide you in the Twinkie. Once inside the van, JJ pinned you against the door. “You think you’re so smart, uh?” and with a smirk on his face, he kissed you hard.

JJ’s gaze was burning your body, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his hard dick at the sight of your ass shaking in this particular bikini who, you knew, drove him mad.

When your eyes met, you winked at him and you felt his stare becoming darker. He smirked before walking up to you. Your stomach dropped thinking about the trouble that was waiting for you.

You felt a large arm encircle your waist and pulling you away from the crowd. Before you could realize, you found yourself alone with JJ on the other side of the beach.

He didn’t say a single word before kissing you harshly and cupping your buttcheeks with his big hands. You melt in the kiss, your tongues now dancing together. He slapped your ass roughly and you felt his cold rings marking you, making you moan in the kiss. You hated to admit it but you were already soaked. This man drove you crazy, and just by looking at you, he made you dripping wet. You didn’t want to admit it, your pride was too big for that. But he knew damn well the effect he had on you. And you knew damn well the effect you had on him.

You pulled away from the kiss, “God you’re so impatient” you said with a cocky smile. He pulled your salty hair hardly causing you to whimper, “You’re the one who’ve been waiting for me to fuck you all night long”.

With his free hand, he brushed your hard nipple though your bikini top, before grabbing your entire tit. He let go of your hair, placing his hand on your waist, pulling you closer.

He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want princess”.

You shivered, “Treat me like a slut, J”.

You could feel his dick twitch in his pants at your words.

He didn’t wait another second before taking your bikini top off. He then proceeded to lay you on the sand before placing himself between your legs, on top of you.

He licked your hard nipple, sucking and nibbling it while playing with the other one with his hand. You were sopping your bikini bottom. You groaned as the sensation was too good. You needed more. You wriggled your pelvis against his covered erection to feel any kind of friction but he stopped you with his hard grip on your thigh.

“Can’t wait for my cock to fill you up hm?”

He flipped you over and pulled your waist up so that your ass was raised up. He could see how wet you were through the fabric of your swimwear.

He slightly touched your core, making you moan and jiggle your ass for more. He spanked you hard once again, his rings sharped the pain and pleasure of it.  You let out a heavy whinge, making him smile.

“You’re such a slut for me, Y/N”.

He then pulled downed your panties, revealing your inflated and damp pussy.

“Look at you, already so wet and I’ve barely even touched you”. He spanked you another time before letting his hand heads toward your drenched cunt. He started running his fingers up and down your core before slowly circling your clit. Your breathing was jerky while you were shaking your ass to feel more of it. JJ slapped your ass with his free hand before grabbing your thigh so tightly that a bruise will form tomorrow morning. He inserted two fingers inside your vagina, making you moan loudly.

“J, please…”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

His fingers curled inside you, causing you to moan one more time.

“Fucking fuck me J”

He laughed and removed his fingers leaving you empty.

He turned you over so you could face him before placing his two fingers in front of your mouth.

“Suck”.

You did as he told. You could taste yourself, sucking them clean, looking at him in his eyes, his erection twitching as he watched you. Once you’re finished, you withdraw his fingers out of your mouth with a loud sucking sound, leaving a fine trickle of drool leaked from the corner of your mouth.

You heard him whisper, “fuck…”.

A satisfaction smirk marked your face.

He took off his clothes, leaving his proudly erected penis finally break free. You were impressed by the size of it. Even though it’s not the first time that you saw it, it seems bigger and more swollen.

He lined himself at your entrance, and pushed his cock in without a warning. He immediately started pounding into you, his balls clapping against your juicy ass, leaving you no time to adjust to his size. You let out a loud porn moan escape, while little tears flowed out of the corner of your eyes since the pain relieved your puffy pussy.

“Fuck J!” you moaned.

JJ lifted your legs up on his shoulders so he could go deeper, still pounding into you.

You arched your back, your eyes rolled in the back of your head. You tugged his hair, making him growl.

“You like that, you slut?”

Fuck. You did like that. A lot.

“Harder JJ, ..please” you managed to say between two moans.

J sped up his pace, hammering harder into you. His hand went down to your clit, massaging it while fucking you roughly, while the other went around your throat, chocking you.

You could feel your orgasm building up, your toes curling and your moans getting louder. J could feel your walls clenched around his dick.

“Go ahead, cum on my cock baby”.

His poundings were rougher, deeper while you two orgasmed at the same time, his cum filling you in.

After you both catch your breath, he withdrew from you, leaving you an emptiness sensation.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out”.

You did, looking at him in his eyes and he spat on it. He then put his ringed thumb on it, closing your mouth with his finger underneath your chin. You sucked his thumb out and swallowed his saliva while never breaking the eye contact between you two.

He chuckled slyly and gave you a light, but condescending slap on the cheek,

“Little dirty bitch I love to fuck”.

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just wanted to pop in to give a MAJOR shoutout to @shewantsvengeance because she literally corrected ALL OF MY FRENCH for me 😭😭😭 idk what i did to deserve her.

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I will slowly be making edits to all my works to fix my awful translations (I am awful at French lmaooo) and hopefully I will gain some motivation to start working on new pieces while I do that

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Focus (Professor Quinn x Fem!Reader)

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Summary: Professor Quinn asks you to meet him after school to discuss your failing grade.

TW/CW: SMUT. 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. Soft!Dom!Quinn, teacher/student sexual relationship, PIV unprotected, slapping, choking, oral (f&m receiving), facefucking, praise!kink

A/N: I've seen this image floating around and I immediately had to write something like this to go with it. If anyone knows the original editor of this, please let me know so I can credit them 🖤 Enjoy.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" you asked timidly, pushing open the door to Professor Quinn's classroom.

He had his large hands stretched across the binding of a history book, snapping it shut as he took his glasses off and set the frames down on his desk with a smile.

"Yes. Please, come in," he said, his voice ever smooth and baritone as it reverberated through the distance between you.

You took a few steps toward your usual seat when he cleared his throat, your eyes following his to the door you'd left open.

"Shut that for me, would you?"

You did as he said, carefully shutting it and walking toward your desk that sat directly in front of his. You took a seat, crossing your legs out in the aisle as he rose from his chair.

You felt heat rising to your chest, your face, basically everywhere as he walked around his long mahogany table, leaning against the front of it as he folded his arms over his chest, clutching a paper in one hand.

"Do you know why I've asked you here this evening?" He asked, a deep but kind tone to his voice.

You already knew the reason. It was your horribly graded history exam. You'd tanked it. But you hoped he would just fail you and save you the embarrassment of going over it with you.

You dropped your face toward your desk.

"I didn't do well, did I?" You asked, glancing up at him with weary eyes.

He smiled, forcing you to look away again. He was devilishly handsome, the kind of attractive that made you ache and throb in places you knew you shouldn't, not when it came to your teacher.

Everyone fancied Professor Quinn. He was charming, friendly, witty, with a sense of humor that could win anyone over. And his looks only added to his appeal; long curls the color of brunette and honey, neatly trimmed facial hair save for the few patches of scruff down his strong neck. Eyes of pure dark chocolate that burned straight through you anytime he made eye contact, much like they were doing now as he stepped closer to your desk, his shoes drawing your attention as your gaze rose from the floor again.

"It's not good," he smiled. "But I think I can help."

You took a deep breath as he sat your test down in front of you, his palms moving to rest on the sides of your desk as he braced himself there. His scent was strong as it intoxicated your senses, faded cologne mixed with cigarettes and a hint of manly musk from a long day of work. It was well after 5 now.

You glanced at the large, red F atop your paper before looking up at him, feeling flustered as he towered over you now.

"It's not good, is it?" You laughed nervously as a deep chuckle resonated in his chest.

"Did you study at all?" He asked as he stood up straight for a moment, before taking the paper in his hands again, and taking a seat on top of the desk. You leaned back in your seat on instinct, feeling like your thoughts were way too inappropriate as his close proximity had you squeezing your thighs together even tighter now.

"I won't lie. I didn't," you sigh. "I fell behind weeks ago, and I guess- I didn't think it mattered this close to the end of the year."

Professor Quinn nodded at you, rolling the test into a scroll in his hands.

"You're very smart, Y/N. I've seen your grades in your other classes."

Your stomach was full of butterflies as your first name rolled off his tongue. He had never called you that before, and it lit something inside of you as he continued talking about your potential.

"So why is it that you can't pass my class?" He asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow.

You couldn't really think straight as he waited for an answer. You shifted in your seat, looking up at him with soft eyes as he reached up to rub his beard.

"I don't know."

He let out a soft laugh through his nose.

"Well, how can I help? What's had you so distracted?"

You swallowed what felt like a thick lump of cement as he rattled off a few normal circumstances that any other student would have: family troubles, insomnia, boy problems, too much partying?

But you couldn't tell him the real trouble, could you? You couldn't tell him that you spent the majority of class time staring at his hands as they gripped the edge of his desk whilst he rambled on about dead world leaders and the wars they started.

Or how you couldn't keep your eyes off his tight ass and the way his khaki pants hugged it as he wrote the book assignment pages feverently on the chalk board.

You definitely couldn't utter the words 'because your voice and your eyes make my heart stutter and my panties wet all at the same time.'

"Are you even listening to me now?" He laughed, cocking his head to the side as his creamy voice pulled you from your thoughts again, your eyes snapping up to meet his with enthusiasm.

"Yes! Yes, sorry," you said frantically.

"So you daydream. You zone out. That's pretty common," he said with encouragement, crossing those arms again as they threatened to burst through his tight button up. "Where do you go? What do you think about?"

His question stunned you as your eyes dropped to your desk, no true sanctuary since your teacher's large thigh was pressed against it now.

"You can tell me. I don't bite," he said softly, his finger brushing your chin before gently hooking beneath your jaw, lifting your gaze back to his. "I'd really like to know."

You couldn't take it anymore. You didn't know if he was doing this on purpose, but you couldn't find it in you to care as his physical touch sent an involuntary shudder through your chest.

"You," you admitted shyly, eyes pleading with him as you watched his perfectly plump lips turn up slowly into a smirk.

"There she is," he praised, rubbing his thumb across your jawline. You thought you'd faint if he wasn't holding you up by your face right now.

And then he leaned closer, lowering his voice even more as he let you in on a little secret to match yours.

"You make it hard to focus too," he said in a hushed tone, face turning more serious as his hand shifted slightly, his thumb carefully drifting to your bottom lip as he brushed the pad of his digit across it. "Open."

Your breath caught in your throat at his sudden instruction, but you only hesitated for a second as his lustful gaze fixed to your mouth. You dropped your jaw, allowing him access as he slid his thumb past your teeth and swiped it across the flesh of your tongue. You instinctively closed your lips around it, looking up at him to see his reaction as you applied just the right amount of suction, swirling your tongue around his knuckle as he let out a soft groan, clenching his jaw as he watched.

"Good girl," he whispered as he lifted your face slightly, his eyes falling down the length of your neck. "I'm going to lock the door now. And when I get back, I want you in front of my desk. Understand?"

You took a deep breath at the absence of his thumb from your mouth, watching as he took powerfully long strides to the door to lock it. You realized you'd been too entranced to move, hurrying out of your seat and over to his long, neatly organized table.

You slid a few papers and pencil cups out of the way, paying close attention to the name plate that read Professor Quinn as you carefully set it aside. This felt like a fucking fever dream.

You gasped softly as you felt arms around your waist, sliding up the length of your body as his hands gathered your hair to one side, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke.

"I've thought about this a lot, you know."

He said it as his hands brushed down your back, falling once more to your hips as he reached around to unbutton your jeans.

"Wondered if you were thinking about me in the same way, wasting precious class time with your thoughts in naughty places..."

You let out a small moan as his hand slipped down into your panties, the pads of his fingers plunging gently into your wet folds.

"You're already so wet for me, aren't you?" He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. His fingers gathered your slick, bringing it up over your clit as he began to stroke you there in slow, agonizing circles. You braced yourself on his desk as he pressed his hips against you, leaning down toward his desk as you felt the imprint of his thick, throbbing cock pressing into your ass through your clothes.

"Professor, I-" you breathed, feeling dizzy as you struggled to form anything coherent. He already had you on the verge of cumming and your pants weren't even down yet. This only encouraged him as he sped up his fingers before sliding them lower, pressing one long digit inside of you as you gasped loudly from the pleasure.

"I've got you, darling," he cooed as he retracted his hand from your jeans before sliding them down around your ankles, his own trousers dropping to the floor after a few seconds. You stared at the black board in front of you with anticipation before feeling yourself being forced down onto the desk face-first.

You felt his large hands grip your thighs, spreading them open further as he sank down behind you, his breath ghosting over your wetness. His tongue was hot as it licked a long stripe from your clit to your entrance, his hands firmly holding your thighs still as he tested the waters.

You let a shuddering breath out against the cool surface of his desk, fogging up the glossy wood as you felt him press his face into your cunt, eagerly lapping at you as he groaned. The vibrations sent a chill up your spine as you tensed, grabbing for the edges of his desk to hold onto something, anything.

He shook his head slightly, his nose nudging your entrance as his tongue delicately flicked over your clit repeatedly, causing you to jerk against his hold. You felt your orgasm building, barrelling toward you as you laid spread open across your teacher's desk.

You were panting as he brought a hand up to continue the teasing on your bundle of nerves, his tongue sliding through your folds to plunge inside of you as you yelped at the sudden burst of pleasure.

"Oh my god, oh fuck, professor," You whined as he devoured you, your legs starting to shake as he only sped up the pace, moaning into you as he coaxed you to finish.

Your sounds went silent as he buried his face in your pussy, his fingers adding perfect pressure to your clit as you felt something snap inside of you. Your legs threatened to buckle as his strong hands held you still against the desk, lapping at your slick as you came harder than you could've anticipated.

He hummed as he rose to his feet again, his hands stroking your ass as he pushed your shirt up and pressed wet kisses down your back.

"So good for me, hm?" He whispered between kisses, running his large hand up the length of your spine and back down again, his warm cock pressed against your slick as you took deep, labored breaths, still coming down from your first high.

His hand travelled to your head now, taking a fist full of hair as he guided you up off the desk, making your back arch as you whimpered.

"You've got such a pretty mouth, love..." He cooed against the shell of your ear, a new wave of arousal dripping down into your core from his sudden dominance.

"I bet it would be even prettier around my cock."

You barely had time to let the thought float through your hazy mind before he was pulling you back by your hair, spinning you to face him and taking your lips in a long, dizzying kiss.

You moaned into his mouth as he greedily explored yours, filling you with the taste of yourself as his free hand pressed you impossibly close to his body.

He pulled your head back firmly, breaking the kiss as he studied your face with a smile. "You're doing so well, pretty girl."

His praise only amplified your arousal as you gazed up at his gorgeous face, his brown eyes full of lust as he admired you right back.

"On your knees," he instructed as you did just what he said, holding his muscular thighs for leverage as you admired his thick, visibly heavy cock. It was big, which you never doubted, light red from engorgement and the tip was already weeping with pre cum.

You licked your lips as your mouth began to salivate, leaning forward to take him as he yanked your head back abruptly.

"Ah ah," he scolded with soft eyes, a direct contrast to the hold he had on your hair. "Open."

You looked up at him as your mouth gaped, your tongue coming out to show him just how good you could be as he inhaled a sharp breath at the sight.

"Good girl," he growled lowly as he held his cock at the base, pressing the tip onto your tongue with a short hiss. He pressed himself in further, gliding over your tongue as the salty taste formed even more spit in the back of your throat. He loosened his grip on your hair as he moved both hands to the back of your head now, his eyes fluttering closed at the overwhelming warmth your mouth was providing.

You took it as a sign to close your lips around him, sucking gently as you pushed him further into your mouth. He was so big, you knew you'd be in tears before long, but you could hardly wait.

You swirled your tongue over his tip as he groaned softly, his jaw dropping open as you watched his face for encouragement. You pushed him as far back as you could, taking a deep breath before using the extra saliva you'd gathered to force him into the back of your throat.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered as his hands gripped your hair to force himself further inside. You felt tears pricking at your eyes as your lungs burned from the air supply being cut off, but you didn't care. You couldn't, not when he was making such filthy sounds and expressions above you.

He took control, pulling himself out just long enough for you to gasp for air, sputtering around his cock as a string of saliva connected your lips to his bright red tip.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous like this," he praised as he brushed his knuckles across your cheek before landing a light smack to your face. You gasped, looking up at him with teary eyes as your cheek stung.

"Too much?" He asked with a cocked brow, but you shook your head quickly, squeezing your thighs together. It had you aching for more.

"No sir. More... Please," you begged as he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your swollen lips, before smacking you a little harder.

"Such a good girl... taking me so well. Open," he said again as he didn't wait for you to oblige for long, thrusting himself in past your throat in no time. You choked as he fucked your face relentlessly, his curses and moans filling you with so much pleasure you thought you'd cum again as your pussy clenched around nothing.

"Yes, god, yes," he groaned loudly as tears streamed down your blushing cheeks, your nails digging into his legs as your chest burned. You wanted him to use you like this for as long as he felt like it.

He tightened his grip, your scalp stinging as he forced his cock as far as it would go, your nose buried into his dark bush of pubic hair.

He pulled out quickly as you coughed, gasping for air as he pulled you to your feet and spun you so you were bracing yourself on his desk yet again. He pushed your shoulders down so your chest was pressed into the cool wood, a haven for your hot face as he lined himself up with your dripping pussy.

He pushed in slowly as you squeezed your eyes shut. He stretched you open deliciously, your walls quivering around his length as the girth filled you so perfectly you could cry.

He bottomed out, stilling his hips against your ass as he gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size, rubbing his palms over your backside with a squeeze to each cheek.

"Look at the board," he said as he leaned over you, his hand moving underneath your chin to help you look up at the chalk scrawled across the black surface.

You read the writing, miscellaneous dates were scribbled with different historical events next to them.

"Are any of those written incorrectly?" He asked as he retracted his hips slowly, the glide of his cock making it hard for you to concentrate on what he was asking. You struggled to think, your eyes darting around the board in search of the mistake as he sank back into you slowly.

"I.. I think number 3 is wrong," you muttered, recalling that The Cold War did not begin in the 60s.

He ran his free hand down your back soothingly as his other hand remained around your throat.

"That's correct," he said before ramming into you one good time. You whimpered as your thighs slammed into the edge of the desk.

"When did the Cold War begin?" He asked, pumping in and out of you at a mind-numbing pace. You searched your brain for the answer, stuttering as you tried to think of it.

"Is it... Is it 1945?" You asked as he let out a tsk between his teeth. He pulled himself from you, leaving you devastatingly empty as you whimpered at the loss of contact. This was your punishment for being wrong, you guessed.

Only, you were wrong again.

You cried out as he landed a sharp blow against your ass, grabbing the flesh hard with his palm.

"Try again," he said firmly as he rubbed the sore spot. You took a deep breath, preparing for another slap as you muttered 1947, unsure if it was right or not.

"There she is," he praised as he slid back inside of you, filling you deliciously as you moaned out against the desk. "Now tell me how long it lasted."

"I... I can't..." You whimpered as he fucked into you so deep it had you going cross eyed beneath him. He bottomed out as he leaned down over you on the desk, his hands bracing himself against the wood as he leaned down over your face.

"You don't know?" He asked sweetly, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone.

"I can't concentrate like this, Professor Quinn," you said softly, feeling a little bit of drool threatening to leak out of the side of your mouth.

"Oh, so you want me to stop, then..."

You felt him lift himself off of you, beginning to pull out when you tensed, reaching back to grab his hip.

"No! No, please don't!"

He chuckled as he peeled your hand from his hip, securing it behind your back with the other one as he slowly dragged his cock against your walls.

"Then answer the question, babydoll."

"45 years," you choked out as he slammed into you again, humming deeply as he began thrusting in and out in the perfect rhythm.

"So you do know the material," he said as he brushed over your g-spot, groaning as you squeezed around his cock. "Did you purposely fail so you'd get extra attention from me?"

You had no time to answer before he pulled out, lifting you by the back of your neck and turning you to face him. He lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip with a firm grasp on your thigh as he sank back into you, pushing you back against his desk once again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he hit you at a new angle, being able to see his face was a whole new experience as his brows furrowed, his jaw muscles clenching as he pounded into you.

"If you wanted my attention," he groaned, punctuating the words with harsh thrusts, "all you had to do was tell me, darling."

You wrapped your fingers in his thick curls, your jaw falling open as he railed you against his table so hard that the legs began to scrape against the hardwood floor beneath it.

You nodded at him, a silent agreement as his dark brown eyes burned into yours.

He placed a hand on your chest, squeezing at your breasts and nipples before pushing you down onto the desk. He lifted your other leg now, hooking his arms beneath your knees and pulling you against his relentless thrusts.

"So tell me now," he demanded, barring his teeth as he fucked you down into the table. "Tell me or I'll stop again."

You couldn't take any more edging. He'd already pulled you to the brink of release over and over, ripping you from the cusp at the last second each time.

You grasped his shirt as you looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

He grinded against your clit now as he fucked you, sending a burning sensation to your core that let you know you were about to cum and you didn't want it to stop. You wrapped your arms around his neck again as he slipped a hand down to massage your clit, resting his forehead against yours as his hips began to stutter.

"I've wanted this for so long," you breathed as he leaned closer to you, giving you access to rip open the buttons of his shirt and finally smooth your hands over his chest. "God, just like this, I've wanted this."

"Yes.. oh god!" You moaned as he thrusted deeper, sending you over the edge as your thighs squeezed around his hips. He was moving your whole body against the desk as he rocked you through your release, his own sounds and heavy breathing letting you know he was right behind you.

"Fuuucking hell," he groaned as he slammed his hips into you a final time, his head falling against your chest as he let out a few final curses, spilling his hot seed inside of you.

After he caught his breath, he rose to his full height again, carefully pulling out with a soft moan. He helped you sit up, carefully supporting your back with his strong arm as he grabbed your clothes for you.

"Does this mean I pass?" You asked with a cheeky grin as he let out a chuckle, reaching around you to grab his glasses. He put them on his nose, pushing them back and running his fingers through his hair before buttoning his pants. He looked like your polite teacher again, not the man that had just fucked you 3 ways to Sunday over his desk.

"No, it most certainly does not. It means you get to retake your final next week."

You felt relief flood you as you realized you'd get to study and hopefully manage a C.

His finger lifted your chin to make you look up at him again as he gave you a more stern look now.

"But you'd better pass this time. My praise is much better than my punishment," he said as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck.

He broke the kiss, helping you hop off his desk and onto the floor.

"Now get out of here before I give you extra homework," he teased, tapping you on the ass as you turned to leave.

"But what if I want homework, Professor Quinn?" You asked with seduction in your voice, looking at him through your lashes from the doorway of the classroom.

He leaned against the desk with his fists, his signature teacher stance that always made you weak in the knees.

"You've got my email," he said with a wink.

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