Why Draco decided to pursue a career in teaching, nobody knew. And why he chose Defence Against Dark Arts while he was good at Portions, well that was a bigger mystery. They say the war changed everything, maybe it did, maybe that's why he was in Hogwarts instead of the Ministry. But what the war didn't manage to change was the sleek platinum blonde hair, falling on Draco's face that hid his age, sharp and defined cheekbones cutting through and the chiseled jawlines running exquisitely above his neck.
"He's here," a girl alerted all of the other seventeen year olds in the room and a quick wave of silence passed amidst the students. He was not a very liked teacher, but a feared one. Almost always, everyone turned in their homework on time, and the one or two that didn't, were given detention, ones where the students suffered. That day was hers to suffer... She thought.
He walked in, scanning the number of notebooks on his desk, even before he reached it himself. He placed a giant book he had brought on the table with a rather loud thud, sending echoes rippling through the calm of silence. "One short," he said, his eyes sweeping through the students, waiting to see a guilty face and there she was, looking down, biting her bottom lip, "Ms. Lopez, stay back for detention after class."
Before she knew, students were beginning to pack their things and leave, and she was soon alone with him, she wasn't sure if she was scared or excited. Even though he's known for being scary, he was hot, there were nights where she'd finger herself imagining his face between her legs. For a split second, she felt like he could hear her thoughts.
"We are going to learn a duelling lesson about deflecting conjured metals. So make sure there are no metals on you."
What did he mean no metal? Wasn't it a very obvious fact that bra hooks are metals, she was hesitant but she asked anyways, "but professor-"
"Yeah, remove any clothing that has metals."
She understood what might happen and she didn't want to hold back from letting it happen, in fact, she wanted it to happen. She managed to remove it without having to remove her white shirt, but purposefully undid the first two buttons. She moved as slow as possible, hoping what she wants wouldn't be very obvious. He was preparing the apparatus for the spell, a small metal bob tied to a thread that hung in the air. After completing it, he moved closer to her, now a few feet away from the bob, "Your tie unfortunately comes with a metal clipper."
He moved further close and stood behind her, removing her tie from behind. One hand removing the clipper while the other pulled down her tie from the front, sliding over her tits. His breath on her neck was making her grow red. She tilted her face to look at him, and he was already staring at her, "point your wand at the bob, try to move it."
She did what he said, "tighter," he said holding her right hand firmly as he adjusted her wand grip and placement. His left hand was on her waist adjusting her posture such that her ass was pressed against him. She could feel his dick hard, burning to fuck her. His hands slowly crawled from her waist to her stomach, pressing it tight and pulling her even close, "perfect," he said. He had a clear view of her cleavage from behind, her chest was rising up and down, as her breathing grew more tense. Her nipples were very hard and the white shirt did absolutely nothing to hide it. He was so desperate to touch them, so desperate to pinch them. She could feel his dick growing harder and bigger against her ass, and God, how much she wants it inside her only she knew.
"I see your shirt isn't buttoned very well, Ms. Lopez"
"And I see your dick is very hard, professor."
"So are your tits," he said, not so gently turning her towards him, so quick that her hands let go of her wand, pressing her very close to him, their chests colliding, "and talking back to a teacher will have its punishment, Ms. Lopez." The punishment followed shortly, his left hand slid down to her ass, groping it so hard that his fingertips were sunk very deep. "Ah," the sound escaped her mouth even before she knew it, "then I shall talk back more, professor."
Draco smirked, throwing her a sinister look as he yanked down her skirt. He took a step back, admiring her body. She was now only in a translucent white shirt that ended a little down her pussy, but not covering her ass completely. She had a very big ass that it was an exact handful for his big hands. Her thighs were so smooth that Draco couldn't wait to spread them apart and kiss them both. Her tits were still hard, with big nipples threatening to poke out the shirt and a tempting cleavage that drove him nuts. The shape of her round tits was visible as it struggled to stay inside the small room provided by her shirt.
"When you do something, you shouldn't stop it halfway," he said, as he menacingly moved near her, lifting her, pushing away every book from his desk so he had enough space to drop her and eat her pussy there, "now, unbutton the shirt completely."
There was assertiveness in his tone that she couldn't resist, she immediately started working on her buttons as he removed her black thong. "You came prepared," he said spreading her legs apart and unzipping his pants. "Isn't that what you expect of a student," she said pulling Draco between her legs, undressing him completely.
They were breathing fast and loud, looking at each other, Draco stood tall with his chest strong and broad, his arms long and muscular, his legs well defined. She sat there, her big thighs apart, heavy tits waiting to be sucked, staring at his long hard cock. His dick was fully hard and she teased it with her fingertips, tracing over its head and then putting that finger into her mouth, playfully sucking it. "Aren't we being a bit naughty here, Ms. Lopez?"
"Then I shall be punished, pro- Ah," she cried as he sucked on her neck, increasing the speed and intensity, and moved down to her collarbones and further down to her nipples, but he didn't suck it, he instead paused and made her grow more desperate, then placed his mouth over her left nipple, slowly licking the tip first and then began to suck on it gently, while he squeezed her other tit with his hand, making her gasp in pleasure. It was a blast of pleasure heating up her entire body, making her lose control slowly. He sucked harder and she moaned louder and louder with time.
He pushed her a little and went down to her, kissing her inner thighs, licking along them, till her pussy but coming back to her thighs again. He kept teasing her till she grew desperate and pushed his head further up, pressing it to her wet pussy. Then he kissed her down there, slowly licking around the clit, driving her nuts. She was dripping wet and he licked her only to make her even more wet. She felt the tingling and ecstasy creeping through, drenching her whole being, taking her to a whole new paradise. "Don't, ah, don't stop, please- oh," she was almost screaming when he sucked on her clit, he was sucking fiercely, she could see his head moving up and down between her legs, the movement growing faster and faster and the feeling, better and better.
She tried not to scream louder, but she couldn't help, "Prof- oh my god," he was biting her clit, safe enough to not make it painful, rolling it between his teeth, sending jets of pleasure into her, "I'm coming, ah, God," his teeth was working very fast, repeatedly biting her clit, making her jerk multiple times. She couldn't even moan anymore, her whole body was trembling with pleasure, it was reaching the peak, she could feel it coming, she could feel hot rush of pleasure that was just about to burst out, it was coming, it was very close, she was about to feel the final and the best blast of pleasure, she was going to climax, "yes, ye- god ah!" Pleasure hit her hard, sending shudders as she orgasmed, letting her hot squirt shoot at Draco's face.
She sighed and smiled widely, still gasping and waiting for him to say anything, "you've made a little mess in here, Ms. Lopez," he said standing tall and dressing himself again.
"I'm sorry, professor, maybe I can make it up to you in the next detention," she said jumping out of the desk, picking up her shirt.
"In that case," he said as he buttoned his shirt completely, he turned to look at her, "detention, again."
"Tomorrow," she squeaked, trying to not make her interest very obvious, as she fastened her tie around her neck.
"Yes." He was almost fully dressed, but didn't help her dress herself.
"Guess I'll just make a mess in every detention to get another one the next day," she said after dressing herself, moving close to Draco, her hands tracing his jawlines.
"The first detentions are always the easiest," Draco said, pulling her hair and breathing into her neck, "and tomorrow, you shall repay me."