Illegal Affairs {A Robert Downey Jr. Teacher/Student Fan Fiction}

Wow.

The rest if the day went by ABSOLUTELY smashingly. I say that with as most sarcasm as humanly possible. I zoned at least once in 100% of my classes. It was the worst when u was in one if Roberts classes. I would just stare at him. And the worst part was he noticed. Every. Mother. Fucking. Time.

YOU WANNA KNOW HOW I KNEW HE KNEW? I'll tell you. Allow me to explain this shit. This mother fucker would smirk. And not just a normal smirk. A fucking cheeky ass, proud of yourself smirk. And if he caught me staring at, let's just hypothetically say I was staring at his arms. The little son if a bitch would flex!! Like no. Stop. Making. Me. Want. You.

So now I'm in last period. Mr. Do-- you know what I think you know who. Anyways. I sat in my chair and looked at the wall. No. Resist temptation. He is literally the forbidden fruit my friends. Like what I would give to just walk up to him right now and rip his clo---- stop! No. Save the dirty thoughts for later Rea.

Alright. You can do this. The bell rung and he started class. U still haven't looked at him yet. No. The wall is nice. Yeah that's right. This wall is so sexy lemme just stARE AT IT THE REST OF THE MOTHER FUCKING CLASS. YEA. GREAT IDEA REA. GREAT FUCKING IDEA. MENTAL FUCKING HIGH FIVE.

My mental rant was interrupted my someone clearing their throat. It snapped me out of my current state of mind. I looked up to see rob standing in front if me, arms crossed across his chest.

"Something so overly interesting about that wall that you can't pay attention during my class Ms. Mason?"

"Uhh wha-- no. No sir. Everything is just peachy." I say plastering a sarcastic smile in my face.

"Right. Just. Pay attention." He throws in a secret wink. Like an 'I know what you're hiding from me' kind of wink.

The class finally ended and when the bell rang I didn't move from my seat. All the kids flooded from the class room. Once the hallways were a little bit cleared, I slowly stood up from my seat and walked to the door. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time.

I very gently shut the door and closed the blinds. "That wasn't very cool of you." I said turning the lock.

"Awh you don't like when I tease you?" I could hear him smirking.

"I can hear you smirking you little bastard." I said still facing the door.

He laughed, "and how does that make you feel honey?"

I slowly turned away from the door to face him. "You really wanna know how that makes me feel? Mr. Downey?" I said with a completely serious face, slowly walking over to his desk.

"Do you really, REALLY wanna know?" I walked behind his chair and threw my arms around his shoulders. I slowly started kissing up his neck, rubbing my hands up and down his arms and chest. "Answer me Mr. Downey." I said between kisses. Still nothing.

I could feel him trying to hold in his moan. I turned his rolly chair to face me straddled his lap. I began kissing his neck again, running my hands through his hair and slightly tugging on it. His grip tightened around the arm rest. Time to kick it up a notch.

I slowly started grinding myself into his ever growing bulge. I smiled to myself and continued. I started getting my body into it, arching my back into him as I moved. "Answer me." I demanded. "Do you want to know how that makes me feel?"

"Fuck." I heard him whisper under his breath.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes I wanna know." He finally answered, his breath hitched a bit with his words.

I smirked and moved my lips from his neck to his lips. I continued the slow agonizing pace of my grinding. I felt him finally lose control.

He started kissing me back forcefully darting him tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my back and my ass, moving his hands everywhere. A slur of moans and curse words slipped from his lips.