You know the trope. You probably know the song! No need to explain here. Now, you can play out your student/teacher desires!
"Student/teacher" is used very loosely here. You could play out someone getting with their tutor, a player wanting their coach, or even a person who's been lusting after somebody who taught them how to macramé.
Usually, a certain amount of ageplay is implied with student/teacher, but it's not necessary! Anyone can teach another person of the same age, after all.
Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to be specific with said preferences by including exactly what side you want to play or some possible scenarios. How serious or dark or fluffy or sexy the threads are depend on you.
[More likely to be the student than not. Gender is indeterminate, so if you want a specific one, let me know. I tend to prefer m/m and het ships. Minimum age for this muse is 17.]
apologies for the meh starter. i just have a trashy soft spot for these two
[ it's no secret that brooke's grades aren't exactly the best. mostly b's and c's, she won't be in the running for class valedictorian anytime soon, despite her impressive a+ in language arts. so it's not entirely a surprise when she turns down after school coffee with riley to get a little extra tutoring. her dad's been on her case, she tells her friends. she needs to raise her grades by the end of the year.
maybe she ought to be offended that they all understand, and agree, so easily. but she'll get around to that later.
branson's classroom is empty when she makes her way in, stopping midstrut at the realization. after all, there's no point showing off if they're nobody to witness exactly how hot she looks in her tight little black skirt, pink tank top clinging to every curve. heaving a heavy and only slightly irritated sigh, she drops heavily into his chair. only half a beat passing before she's rifling over the top of his desk. finally settling on a well worn copy of "venus & adonis" --wow, does mr. branson love his shakespeare.
it's where he'll find her when he finally makes his way back to his classroom. seated at his desk, a faintly amused smirk lifting scarlet lips, one perfectly manicured brow arched as she pages idly through the book. ]
Old Bill really was kind of a perv, wasn't he? "Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." No wonder you never teach this one in class.
No worries <3 I do as well - but warning- I'm still voice testing
[Seth had been hoping Brooke would show up that day and when he entered the classroom, he stopped in the doorway when he saw where she sat. So many times did she push that envelope and cross that line that was labeled 'too far' but she had to be his kryptonite because he couldn't help it. He couldn't stop that he kept coming back for more. Even when he tried, she would then wear that kind of skirt and he was a goner.]
[Closing the door behind him, he made sure it was locked, at least for their conversation. Approaching her, his eyes at first fell on her lips before raising to meet her eyes.]
He was. [Damn, something about her sitting there reading and quoting literature got his cock stirring against his thigh. He stopped at the edge of his own desk, looking down at her with a smirk.] If you thought that 50 Shades of Gray trash was hot, you ought to read some of the good stuff.
[ by now, brooke is well versed in the dangers inherent in what they're doing. she could become the town pariah. he could lose his job, and likely far worse than that if her father has anything to say about it. but it's difficult to focus on the distant and potential dangers when he's standing in front of the full classroom, eyes meeting hers only fleetingly, and all she can think about is what it feels like when he takes her in his arms, effortlessly lifting to press her against the wall, against his desk. that extra, added little charge that comes with knowing it's wrong, knowing they could get caught. it shouldn't make her want him all the more, and yet...- and yet here they are. ]
Better than Christian Grey? [ letting the book fall closed with a soft thump, she slides the chair back to face him. chin tilted up and a smile playing across her lips, teasing, expectant. ] Maybe you ought to read me some of it. [ it's more his thing than hers, the classics, but he has a way of keeping her interest. or maybe that's just the way his lips glide along her throat while he talks. ] You know me. Always willing to try something new.
Far better. [Good lord how he wishes he could get that damn book out of the hands of his students. Sure, they were reading...but there was just so much more out there. It truly pained him as a Language Arts teacher.]
Are you? [The corner of his mouth tugs upward as he teases her. She looks good where she sits, but he knows she can't stay there much longer. If someone even so much gets a glimpse of him speaking to her while she was in his chair, it could cause those prolonged rumors from starting.]
Because it's been quite a while since we've tried anything new. [Its just been the typical secret sexual tension and scarcely time the alone, so it's been no more than a quickie when they could. He sits on the edge of the desk beside the chair to face her as he leans towards his alluring student.] Or are you just here for the pervy literature?
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[ it's a long standing game between them, push and pull. cat and mouse. he's better at is, loathe as she is to admit that, but she's stubborn as hell, so his words earn little noticeable reaction outside of a quiet scoff. ] Can't it be both?
[ with an indifferent little shrug, she leans back in his chair. crossing one leg over the other, knowing all too well that his gaze will drift down to her thigh, where the soft material of her skirt has ridden up at the movement. ] You know, if you're so unhappy with the way things have been going, you ought to speak up. [ idly her fingers toy with the hem of her tank top, revealing a smooth, tanned strip of skin where that too has ridden up. ]
Or maybe [ she amends, sitting up straighter. knowingly pushing her skirt back down. forever the tease. ] you ought to teach me a lesson. Privately. [ brown eyes gleaming, her stare darts quickly to the door. voice lowering as if there might be someone just on the other side. not that she truly cares, but in a place like this, you can never be too sure. ] My mom keeps a hotel room on standby, you know. So we can take out time going over things.
[ rising slowly from the chair, her fingers briefly find his leg in a show of finding her balance. less so the way they drift lightly up his thigh. ] Make sure everything really sinks in.
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