Hot For Teacher Dramione Novels & Stories

The anger and embarrassment that fog her voice is the least of my concern. “I need four students that have potential to be oompa loompas. There have to be mothers out there who think their child is the best and I’ll pay them.” My bribing voice overtakes any annoyance that grows deep within my chest. I know she refuses to talk with Wilson Geoffrey, the drama teacher, ever since she asked him out for drinks one day and he turned her down only to start dating the art teacher a few days later, but this is more important than a crushed ego. “Really? Isn’t there anything else I could do, like ask my students?” she offers.

I had wanted it, wanted him and that understanding burned hotter than any sin Emily could pronounce upon me. But God, what had I done? He was my teacher. Twenty nine to eighteen. A man who graded my papers, who stood at the front of the class with that look of distant disinterest. I rolled onto my side, curling around myself, discomfort flashing through me. If anyone were to find out, if that video I tried to take had actually worked, they would see me as nothing but a whore. Not the nerd with the high grades, but the one who slept with her teacher.

He is really good at dancing and when he is already dancing earlier opposite to me, I cannot look at him properly because I felt shy and I also felt earlier that my cheeks blushed and I may also add the way he is looking at me while he is dancing. The students started screaming and shouting because of the performance of the male teachers and at that time, I also realized that there are also many handsome and hot teachers here at this school, and the first one of course on the list is none other than Sir Franco Del Mundo. After the program, my groupmates left first to go already at the backstage because of the number of people who wanted to take pictures with me. I agreed to what they all wan

Me- I promise to only defend myself. Fran- Good idea. “Miss Dancer, please find your seat,” a young-looking male teacher, who looks almost as yummy as Evander, stands at the blackboard. “Aw Luna Marcella, I’m Mr. Drake. Welcome to class.” He and I shake hands and I see he is un-marked. Fran- They don’t make teachers like this at Westmoreland! I look at Ki with wide eyes and she has a smirk. “Exactly how are we supposed to concentrate?” I ask Ki.

“About?” “Having a thing for teachers.” Dion's eyes twinkled. “Or maybe it's just I have a thing for you.” The tips of his fingers caught the hem of the camel coloured pencil skirt I was wearing and started to drag it upwards. “Now, back to what I was saying a minute ago. Why aren't you naked, future Mrs Granger?”

Now, I have been punished to sit at the first seat (fills group chat with crying emojis) Princess: I would have asked you how are you using your phone in front of the Dean but I am in a worse position Daddy DomDom: How so ? Can’t be worse than me. Lol. I am so thankful to the Moon Goddess that I am a vampire. I got fucking fast fingers to type whenever the strict dragon turns her back to write on the board Princess: Strict dragon ? Lolol. Amanda is worse. She is teaching while sitting on my desk !! [SexyProf sent a picture] Daddy DomDom: Hot damn ! My d*ck seems to have found its calling SexyProf: It has, Daddy ? :*

What if something happened to them while I was out of reach? I read one message that was sent by Rich. 'The new teacher is a spy. Damon is a Shadow Weaver. He works for Lysander.'

Dane, ignoring it all, leans in to give me another kiss, staking his claim and making it obvious this is not a joke when he is interrupted mid-lean-in. “Okay, okay, Romeo, enough of the dramatic entrance; get off the desk and go sit down. Let that girl alone. It’s school, not your bedroom. Congratulations… we have another teen couple distracting everyone.” The teacher wanders in, smiling at us with a shake of the head, and gestures for Dane to move. Unbothered by this scene, he is more than used to all the drama that goes with teenage students. “Ah, to be young and in love.”

“Wow, Cheryl, really. How couldn’t I realize it all this while, you’re such a pervert! Is it because you’re getting to the age, you are well-matured and it’s even dripping down there?” Cheryl was greatly embarrassed. She retorted, “What are you talking about? You’re the one who’s well-matured! Back then in the dorm room, who’s the one holding her laptop and watched those kinds of short videos, and even climbed up to my bed while sleep-talking. ‘Oh! Oh! No…’ By the way, the male teacher that you liked back then seemed to have drugged a female student and forced her to do that whatsoever. He’s still not being released yet…”

Aaron scans her with his eyes without expressing any emotion. “Teacher, shall we begin the classes?” Damon asked, grabbing Lyra’s attention. Lyra looks at Samantha and Aaron before she replies to Damon. “Sure, let’s go.” “Damon, take your teacher to the music room!” Samantha said. Damon nods his head in response, grabbing Lyra’s hand. Lyra’s body shivered as Damon grabbed her hand—OMG, she remembers the day he was born and held her finger with his little hand for the first time.