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.
[ Student role. She’s at least 18+, but is a future medical student, so I can also age up to 21+ or 25+ if preferred. Other characters being au’ed into teacher roles are more than welcome. ]
"If it isn't Penis Parker!" Flash's voice made Peter cringe. It was the first day of his sophomore year at college and just his luck, his first class of the day had the person he least wanted to see from high school. He'd known Flash was here at this school but he'd managed to avoid him almost all of his freshman year. There had been a couple run ins at parties and such, but he solved that by simply not going to too many. This class though? This was not only required, but it met four out of the five week mornings, not to mention labs three times a week in the afternoon. It wasn't the kind of class you wanted a relentless bully following you around, that was for sure.
He tried to ignore the jerk as he set his stuff down at one of the few remaining seats- front row, off to one side. Before he sat down, he took a moment to pull his hoodie off- it hadn't been as cold as he'd expected that morning. His shirt road up a little as he tugged it off and he flushed hearing Flash and a few of his friends whistle at the brief view of his abs. When his face popped out of the fabric, he found himself staring at a man in his late twenties/ early thirties with the most gorgeous blue eyes he'd ever seen and an air of authority about him. Obviously, this was the TA or professor (he wasn't sure!). Mumbling an apology, he quickly sat down and finger combed his hair that had gotten tousled from the hoodie.
[For a different AU, where he's the gym teacher, and she's the competitive nerd who happens to also be good at sports. Look, try your best with everything you do. Even if your teacher happens to be prickly.
But that was not the case this time. Here, for some reason, when they were putting things away in the storage after the class was dismissed and school was out for the day, the doors shut on them and locked them in from the outside. It was gloomy, being surrounded by all this equipment and no way out. Not even after she tried to pick at the door or kick it down. The door was too strong.
So she sits there, knowing that it was beginning to darken on the outside, because it was beginning to get cold. She brings her knees up to her chest for warmth. And then she looks over at him, the teacher who was also stuck with her.]
Hey...[She shuffles a little closer just to check on him.] Are you cold?
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