Prompt: Id like it to be Will with a Male reader in a teacher x student situation. ( legal of course )
In a strange turn of events, you were waiting for the teacher to show up to detention. You looked up at the clock on the all and then down at the form on the desk in front of you, confirming that the teacher was 5 minutes late. This wasn't the first time you'd been in detention, but it was the first time you'd been alone. Mr. Lenney walked in the door holding a stack of papers he'd clearly been in the middle of grading. He sat down at the desk in the front of the room and looked over at you.
"Good to see you again, y/n," he said. Your name always sounded different when he said it. Like he was taking extra care with each sound. It made you feel welcome around him.
"Hey, Mr. Lenny." He gave you a look. He'd asked you ages ago to call him by his first name, but you refused to do so. It felt wrong. "I'm not calling you Will. It's just not happening."
"We'll see about that," he said. He leaned back to look out the door, checking no one else was coming in.
"Right, well, I guess it's just the two of us," he said, walking over to you. You handed him the form detailing why exactly you were in detention. He barely glanced at it for a moment before he said, "So I see you were making a fool of yourself again. Trying to get someone's attention?"
"Maybe," you replied, sheepishly. You immediately looked away. It was true. You had been trying to get someone's attention for quite a while now, but it wasn't anyone in your class. Your teacher smiled and shook his head. He handed you back your form and sat on top of his desk.
"Well did it work?"
"I'm not sure." You looked up at him teacher quickly, trying to read his expression, but looked away just as quick, afraid he might read yours.
Mr. Lenney had taught your history class last semester, his first semester at your school. It was his first teaching job, so he was fairly young compared to all the other teachers and naturally all the girls had a crush on him. But they weren't the only ones.
At the start of this semester, you had gotten a detention, and when you found out that Mr. Lenney was the one who supervised Friday after school detentions, your heart skipped a beat. Ever since, you've made sure to get in as much trouble as possible just so that you had that hour with him. Your parents were furious, but you didn't care. You really had gotten close with him, and that was worth the world to you. He listened to you talk about your life, gave you advice, and was the only adult who'd ever seen you as a person. Technically, you were an adult, but the other adults around you didn't see you that way.
The more the other adults around you treated you like a child, the more you wanted to be around him, the one person who really got you and really listened to you. You found yourself craving his attention and his approval more and more with every conversation with him. At first, you told yourself it was just admiration. You thought he was cool and friendly and smart, and you wanted to be a cool, friendly, smart adult. However, you slowly found yourself craving more than just his time.
You knew that now was the perfect time to do something about it. You were going to be alone with him for a while, and who knew when that would happen again? You felt yourself get shaky from the nervousness. Who knew what would happen if you told him? If you did something about it? You stood up and walked closer to him and then stopped. You were too afraid to do anything else. Too afraid to even close the gap between you two.
"So, who's this kid you're trying to impress?" he asked you.
"Well, he isn't exactly a kid," you looked anywhere you could to avoid looking at his face. You were afraid to see how he would react.
"What do you mean?" You could hear the surprise in his voice that he was clearly trying to suppress, attempting to maintain some distance in your already way too familiar relationship. You knew the surprise couldn't be about the pronouns. He was the only person you'd already told about your sexuality except for a few anonymous online forums.
You inhaled, trying to muster up as much courage as possible, before you stepped forward and eliminated the space between the two of you. "Well, Mr. Lenney, it isn't exactly an accident that I only get detention on Fridays."
You forced yourself to look at his face and saw a brief moment of confusion and then slow realization. He said nothing but the look on his face said it all. Is it me? he seemed to ask you. As if to answer, you leaned in and put your hand on his thigh-innocent enough but it got the message across. You felt your heart skip a beat. Mr. Lenney raised an eyebrow but said nothing. You slid your hand further up his thigh. Again, he said nothing, but you saw lust in his face. You slid your hand even further up his thigh, and he finally spoke.
"Listen, I like you y/n, but this isn't appropriate. I could be fired. You shouldn't be-" He cut himself off with a moan as you slowly started rubbing his cock through his pants. You could feel yourself getting bolder. With every confirmation that your teacher liked you-that he wanted you-you felt that previous nervousness disappear. This, however, was replaced with the fear that someone might walk in.
You leaned in and kissed him, "Then why aren't you stopping me?"
He didn't respond. He just kissed you back, gently cupping your face with his hand. It stayed gentle and there was something comforting about that. He never initiated anything new-just waited to see what you were comfortable with and followed suit. It made you feel safe. And it made you want him even more. You unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it. You muffled his moans with your kisses until you moved to kissing his neck.
"Careful," he whispered. The sound of his voice so quiet and low turned you on even more. You stopped strocking him to undo the first few buttons of his shirt so you could reach more hidden places. Mr. Lenney unzipped your pants and took out your cock. His hands felt warm and firm around it. You start to stroke it as you continued to kiss his neck.
He sat down in his chair and pulled you closer to him. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He put your cock in his mouth, and you moaned. He looked up at you, and his beautiful eyes made you feel more than just lust. His lips tightened around your cock, and you felt yourself getting closer. You removed a hand from his shoulder and tangled your fingers in his hair. You started moving his head with your hand, controlling the rhythm. You were almost there, and it was taking everything in you not to make a sound.
Just as you were about to cum, you heard the doorknob jiggle and quickly hid underneath Mr. Lenney's desk. You saw him button up his shirt where you had left a few marks. You started stroking him. He glanced down at you, surprised, but he didn't seem to want you to stop, and you weren't ready to be done just yet. You heard the door open, and he pushed his chair in a little more to hide the fact that his pants weren't completely on.
"Hey, Will, what're you doing in here?" a teacher you didn't recognize said as they stepped into the room.
"Oh, I got stuck with Friday detentions now. A bit of a drag but at least I can get some grading done."
"It's about the end of detention, did you let the kids out early? You're too nice. How're they going to learn to behave."
"Oh no, just one student today. He's in the bathroom. Right, well, I've got a lot of grading to do. See you around." Mr. Lenney somehow managed to say all of that without being too suspicious. As soon as the other teacher closed the door, he let out the breath he'd been holding. "Jesus, that was a close call. Too close of a call."
You stopped. "What do you mean?"
You were a bit upset. You didn't want to stop. You had done some sex acts before, but you had never technically lost your virginity. You had been waiting for someone you felt safe with, who you really liked. And you thought maybe that could be him.
"We have to stop. And we have to be more careful in the future," he said, fixing his pants.
In the future, you thought again to yourself. So this wasn't just going to be a one time thing. You felt yourself getting excited just at the idea of there being a next time. He stood up and pulled out his chair to let you out from underneath his desk. You both fixed your clothes, and you went back to your desk. Mr. Lenney looked up at the clock.
"You know, you can leave y/n. Detention's over," he said.
"Oh. Right," you replied, flustered. You stood up and gathered your things. As you bent over to pick up your bag, you felt a hand slip into your back pocket and squeeze a little before slipping back out. You blushed.
After you were out of the room, you stuck your hand in that pocket. You felt a little slip of paper in there. You pulled it out and saw that it was Mr. Lenney's cell number. You felt your stomach flip and your face get even redder. You quickly got out of the school building before anyone saw but couldn't help but think about what might happen next time.