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mr. mendes

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**warning: SMUT**

I rushed into my last class of the day. I was running late because I forgot my book, very typical of my forgetful self. I burst through the door, expecting Mrs. Thompson to mark me tardy then threaten to send me to after school detention or Saturday school like she usually does. Today the class was surprisingly rowdy when I walked through the door, not normal for this class because of how strict our teacher was. That’s when I noticed the substitute teacher behind Mrs. Thompson’s desk.

“I’m sorry, I just uh forgot my book and I had to go back to get it, sir.” I said to his back.

“It’s alright, I won’t count you tardy. Just take a seat please.” He assured. I felt relief wash over me. I walked towards my desk that was beside my friend Olivia.

“Have you seen our substitute? Oh my goodness, he is gorgeous.” Olivia informed me. I hadn’t managed to catch a glimpse of him since his back was towards me when I talked to him. I waited for him to tell us our assignment so I could see his face.

“I’m Mr. Mendes, I’m your substitute teacher today. Your teacher only left you busy work. If you have any trouble come see me and maybe I can help.” Olivia was right, he was absolutely gorgeous. He was young, very young. He had dark, curly hair that was pushed up off his forehead. His jawline was defined. He had a butt chin that, somehow, made him even more attractive. His skin was tan and his lips were a warm shade of pink. His teeth were perfectly straight and he showed them off while he spoke. From here, his eyes looked brown.

That was only the beauty of his face. His body was a whole different kind of attractive. He was so tall that I could see most of his torso even when he stood behind the podium; he was definitely well over six feet tall. He wore black skinny jeans with a black and white polka dress shirt and a pinkish orange color bow tie. The sleeves of the shirt were pushed up to reveal the veins running vertical up his forearms. The sleeves of the shirt fit tightly, causing every detail of his biceps to be seen.

I was completely lost in his appearance and didn’t realize the rest of the class had went up to obtain their worksheets for the day. I snapped out of my trance when Mr. Mendes spoke to me.

“Miss? Are you going to come get your work?” He asked. My face heated up from embarrassment and I knew my cheeks were burning red. I walked to the front of the room with my head down, trying to avoid everyone’s stares.

“Sorry, just got distracted.” I mumbled when he handed the papers to me. I glanced up at him quickly and I could have sworn I saw a smirk on his face. In this quick glance, I also noticed he had a small scar on his cheek, right next to his nose and a little bit of a lazy eye. Neither one of these things made him any less attractive though.

I finished my work early, this being one of my stronger subjects. I turned it in then waited for class to end. While I stared at Mr. Mendes, I noticed that his eyes seemed to meet mine often. I quickly looked somewhere else until I knew he was no longer looking. But one of the times he caught my gaze, I couldn’t make myself look away. I smiled at him sheepishly and he smiled back.

The final bell rang and I walked to the desk that served as a barrier between Mr. Mendes and I. He still sat at the desk, shuffling papers around and shoving them into his bag. He wrote a report for my class’s behavior then looked up at me.

“Can I help you?” He asked nicely.

“I was just wondering, how old are you? And what’s your name? I’m asking for a friend, she was too shy to ask you herself.” I lied through my teeth.

“My name is Shawn. I’m eighteen, almost nineteen.” He replied after chuckling slightly. I thanked him then started to walk away.

“Wait,” he said, standing up, “you almost forgot your purse.” I started to thank him again but I was interrupted by his words. “Make sure to tell your ‘friend’ I’m interested, (Y/N).” He put emphasis on the word friend, knowing I had made that up and was talking about myself. I also noticed that he remembered my name from being late to class. I stared at him for a moment before moving closer to him. There was virtually no space between us now. He leaned down towards me and let his lips crash onto mine.

We moved away from the door so nobody could see into the small glass panel. While our lips and tongues moved in sync, I felt his body. I ran my fingers over his large arms then over his abdomen. In doing this, I felt that he definitely had abs and was extremely toned. My hands moved up to his chest. I tangled my arms around his neck and pulled him down closer to me. Shawn’s hands stayed on my waist until I moved them farther down my body.

“You are eighteen, right? If you’re not, oh shit, this is so bad.” He made sure before he let his hands go any farther down my back. I assured him I was and felt his shoulders relax out of relief the instant I said it. His large hands rested on my bottom and squeezed lightly. I bit Shawn’s plump bottom lip and he groaned.

Shawn moved me against a wall, pushing me against it roughly. His legs pressed against me and I could already feel that he was starting to get hard. One of his hands was wrapped around my wrist, pinning it to the wall and his other hand rested on my cheek. We continued our very heated kissing and I began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

“Is there somewhere else in here we can go?” He asked after pulling away from my lips.

“Supply closet.” I said quickly, still kissing his soft lips. He looked around the room before leading me to the supply closet. Once the door was closed, I undid Shawn’s bow tie and continued to unbutton his shirt. His chest and abdomen were now revealed and I took advantage of this by feeling all of his upper body thoroughly. He slipped his arms out of the shirt and threw it onto the ground. He then began working on removing my clothes.

I kissed at Shawn’s neck while his hands played under the hem of my shirt. I sucked harshly on his jaw, earning a beautiful moan from him. I pulled away from him with a smirk on my lips. He took this as a chance to take my shirt off. He peeled it off me slowly, then tossed it to the floor along with his shirt. My lips attached to his again, hot, breathy moans and groans coming from he and I both. His hand reached around my back underneath the band of my bra. His lips left mine.

“Can I?” He asked as his other hand went to my bra as well. I thought it was sweet he asked permission to take my bra off. I nodded my head and he proceeded. “Mm, so beautiful.” He groaned after catching sight of my breasts. He kissed my collarbone with his soft lips. They were damp from kissing me just moments before but the wetness of his lips made it feel so much better.

His mouth was soon on my chest, biting at the tender skin lightly. He began to suck at my skin just hard enough to leave a hickey. Whimpers left my lips as he did so and also as he flicked his tongue over my nipples.

“Just fuck me already.” I begged him. With his body still pressed against mine, I felt his length grow substantially harder. He looked around the room, trying to find a surface that would make this easier. His eyes found a chair and we walked to it quickly. Before Shawn sat down, I took his belt off, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them as well. With his jeans off, I could now see a quite large hard-on through his underwear. I started taking my pants off too. I was much too eager to wait any longer.

I sat on Shawn’s lap, only underwear separating us now. I grinded on his lap and felt myself get even wetter. His hands rested on my hips firmly and eventually stopped me from grinding on him. I groaned but then two fingers slipped into my underwear. A long index finger and even longer middle finger entered me, causing me to moan. His fingers moved in and out of me. After some while of Shawn fingering me, he removed his fingers from me and licked them clean, tasting me.

He slipped my underwear down my legs then his followed. The absence of his underwear revealed a larger dick than I expected. My core now throbbed for him and his length. He started to stand up, probably to get a condom, when I stopped him.

“You don’t h- have to if you don’t want to. I’m on the pill.” I told him. He nodded and sat back into the chair. I moved myself over his cock, lining him up at my entrance. I slid down on him slowly and winced at the slight discomfort. He bottomed out and surprisingly fit completely inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight.” He groaned. I moved up slowly and was about to come back down when Shawn’s hands on my hips pulled me down roughly, slamming himself into me. His hands continued to thrust me onto him and I clenched around him as he hit the perfect spot multiple times. He breathed hard and struggled to hold back his moans.

I kissed his neck while he fucked me. I swirled my tongue on his skin and he finally, finally let the moans erupt from his lips. The knot in my stomach was beginning to build and I tried to hold off as long as possible. I didn’t want this to ever end. Our foreheads pressed together and we were both sweaty. My hands found Shawn’s curly hair and tugged at it. Shawn bottomed out once again and I felt myself struggling to not come undone. I knew he wasn’t nearly as close as I was. He repeatedly pushed himself completely into me and I came closer to the edge.

“Shawn, I’m so close, oh god.” I moaned with my eyes squeezed shut. His hands gripped harder on my hips and thrusted me onto him even faster. My legs shook and I found it hard to hold back any moans. I moaned into Shawn’s ear over and over again. One more hard, deep thrust was all it took for me to come for him.

“Come for me, (Y/N).” He told me and I did just that. My whole body was feeling complete bliss because of Shawn. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around Shawn’s neck, pulling him closer to me while I came. He kept thrusting and my walls clenched and unclenched around his dick. He came soon after and let his cum fill me. Our bodies both relaxed after he stopped thrusting up into me. We both breathed hard and struggled to catch our breath.

“That was amazing.” Shawn managed to make out. I agreed and told him so. He removed himself from me and started to dress himself. “I’m going to the bathroom and I’ll be right back to clean you up.” He promised.

I waited for a few minutes then Shawn came back through the door of the supply closet with a damp paper towel.

“I’m sorry, this was all I could find.” Shawn apologized. I admired how he could be so sweet after something like that. I spread my legs slightly for him to wipe his cum that was running out of me. He did this slowly, knowing I was sore.

Afterwards, I dressed myself while Shawn waited inside the classroom. I figured this would probably be the last time I ever saw him and it upset me. I started to walk out the door after telling him goodbye.

“Oh, (Y/N.” he called out. I turned around and looked at him, “I’m supposed to be your substitute tomorrow too.” He smirked and I did too, knowing we would probably do this again tomorrow afternoon as well.

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