teacher irene x student reader, reader failing her class so irene tries to help her by tutoring her on weekends in her house just for irene ending up fucking her in her couch (please add scissoring, oral, squirting and tit play)
Special class w/ Irene
Warnings! dom/top! Irene, bottom! Reader + pillow princess, overstimulating, oral, squirting, scissoring, tit play, age gap (not implicit)
Life was definitely being hard on you.
Staying late at work to earn extra money, unable to study or see your friends, everyone could tell it was affecting you. Including your teacher, Irene.
It all started with a conversation after class. Her voice was so warm that you almost cried in her arms as you poured out your troubles. Irene wouldn't have minded if you had.
And of course, you were nothing but grateful when she offered to tutor you on weekends and holidays.
"I can't let you fail," she said.
And when she walked into your small but meticulously organized apartment, she was on a personal mission.
Fuck you.
She started with small questions: if you were single, if you lived alone, if everything was okay in your relationships. Just to make sure it wasn't cheating—not that she cared all that much.
She almost failed to hide her smile when you told her you were single and not currently seeing anyone.
The second step was almost a seduction: reading the statements in a low, hoarse voice, casting shameless glances at her uncovered thighs.
And you noticed it.
You sighed every time her voice slurred, or when her hand brushed lightly against yours.
You weren't hiding it, just waiting for someone to make the first move.
You even tried to feign surprise when Irene's fingers brushed your thigh in a different way.
Your gazes met, and all you saw was lust in her eyes.
"I was thinking of teaching you other things... A slightly... different class," she smiled, leaning toward you.
And before you could question it, her lips were on yours, clumsily, but it drew gasps from you.
Oh, and how she simply threw your body on the couch and practically ripped off your clothes.
Irene seemed hungry for you, engulfing your nipples in her mouth as soon as they were exposed. And something that made her even more anxious were your little sighs and moans.
The poor woman could barely enjoy your breasts as she wanted, because the second you ground your hips against her, you were already on your knees between her legs. 😭
The way your face got wet so quickly, it might have seemed like she was sloppy, but it was quite the opposite.
Her tongue hit exactly the right spots and nerves, both on your clit and inside you, a high-pitched moan escaping your throat every time the pressure increased.
Your legs trembled on Irene's shoulders, because she looked like a professional pussy eater.
She didn't even bother to ask if you liked it; she already knew you were going to love it.
And of course, she made you cum hard within minutes, spilling your juices not only into her mouth but also onto the couch.
You really thought it was over. But seeing Irene position herself between your legs, her pussy dripping for you, definitely brought you back. The way she ground her clit against yours. God, you couldn't even make a sound.
The warm sensation of her pussy against yours, her hands on your breasts, and the dirty words coming out of her mouth…
It was all too much for your poor brain.
Hip shaking as you soaked her and the couch, a satisfied smile on her face at the mess you'd made.
And you made sure to take classes every weekend. Permanently.











