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Well, folks, here is the continuation of good old teacher!Iggy x student!Ella fic... I'm ready to write some smut. I hope you're ready to read it.

For Ella Martinez, a new day is a new dawn, where she has the ability to either continue the proceeding day's work or start things fresh. This day is posing a challenge for her usual readiness, though. All throughout her classes, she's been anxiously anticipating the tutoring that is to come after her final lecture, this lecture. Ella viciously bounces her right leg and chews on her lower lip as she takes quick glances at the time every minute or so. "Come on, clock, move faster. I have tougher classes to tend to!" she thinks. Upon thinking this, her leg steadies and she releases her slightly swollen lip. The thought of a gentle smile spread across a porcelain-esque face causes her cheeks to ignite. This face is that of her chemistry teacher's. Ignatius Griffiths… How he managed to capture the hearts of essentially the entire student body is not lost to her. "Man, I would do naughty things-wait, what am I thinking?!" Ella quickly shakes her head, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate with him on her mind. Jostling her brain did nothing to shake the thoughts of the man, though. Rather, her imagination is now running rampant as she thinks of just what "naughty things" she truly means. Her mind blurs as she imagines his hands running up her thighs, reaching her well-rounded buttocks and squeezing ever-so… Suddenly she hears her professor announce that class is dismissed, tearing her away from her daydream just as she was beginning to feel her fantasies affect the space between her legs.

She swiftly scoops up her pile of books and makes a beeline for the door. An excited grin tugs at the corners of her mouth. "I'm ready, Iggy!" Ella makes her way across campus, casually acknowledging her friends and acquaintances as they greet or wave at her. She throws open the door to Mister Griffiths's room only to find it empty. "M-Mister...I mean, Iggy?" Upon scanning the room, she finds that all of his possessions are still here-his jacket, briefcase, papers, everything. Sighing, she slumps down into his desk chair. This area is completely masked by his scent, a delicious mixture of gentle cologne and sweet-scented shampoo. She sighs again, this time because she's relaxed and content. For the first time all day, her head lulls. Ella catches herself before falling over, cursing herself for staying up so late. With no Ignatius in sight, she folds her arms on his desk and rests her head on top of them.

Minutes later, Iggy strolls into his room to find a peacefully resting Ella sitting at his desk. Her sleeping form is almost too much for him to handle, but he reminds himself that she is his student. "Man, I could go to jail for that, right?" he accidentally grumbles. She shifts in her sleep, groaning quietly, and a slight shiver travels down his spine. He mentally scolds himself, willing the desire away. Maybe just one touch...her hair is in her face… As he is reaching out to move her hair, Ella's eyes flutter open. Startled, he jumps back a bit. "Hello, Miss Martinez," he says immediately. She frowns slightly when she hears him not referring to her by her first name. A small harrumph is given as her response. "Would you like to reschedule or can your nap be postponed?"

At this, she sits up straight and looks him in the eye. "Teach me now, please!"

Smirking, he asks, "Teach you what?" Ella puffs her cheeks slightly before responding.

"Chemistry!" she exclaims before standing, crossing the room to him, and grabbing his hand to lead him to the tables where labs are done. While being lead, he instinctually wraps his long fingers around her hand. She feels her face grow hot and stops in her tracks. "I-Iggy?"

"Hm?" He disregards her inquiry, gently rubbing her hand with his thumb. He doesn't quite understand what he's doing here either, so he wouldn't be able to answer her if she asked. Maybe he is acting out because she's dressed so adorably in a sundress today? Or perhaps it's the slight glow around her? There has to be some reason. The innocent expression on his charming student's face slowly chips away at the mental wall that is his willpower. Not to mention, why her? Plenty of his students, including males, tend to show interest in him...sexual interest. What is drawing him to this one in particular? He's usually able to resist all of them. As his thoughts ran rampant, he was subconsciously leaning in towards Ella, throwing the girl into a slight panic as his face draws nearer and nearer. She takes a clumsy step back, quickly losing her footing. "Watch it!"

Her elbow nudges a tall graduated cylinder of a fairly clear liquid, which causes it to topple over. She feels a sudden tug on her hand before hitting a soft, warm wall. Hm? "W-w-w-what?" she stammers. The warm, soft wall is, in fact, not a wall but a person. Not just any person either. Her chemistry teacher is holding her firmly against him, away from the table she just bumped into.

"That was sulfuric acid, Ella! It is extremely corrosive!" Ignatius states sternly, looking down at the girl in his arms with his brows furrowed. Following a deep sigh, his expression softens as he notices the way she is looking up at him. She looks so scared and...vulnerable. Iggy clears his throat and steps away from her, motioning his hand to a clean table to his left and saying, "Sit there. I need to check if any of the chemical touched your skin." As soon as he turns away from her, he tucks his shirt into his pants, subtly adjusting himself to ease the slight tightness in his trousers. "Seriously? You get worked up over a look?" he thinks frantically while pulling out a first aid kit from his desk. In an attempt to pacify his racing thoughts, he asks, "Does anywhere burn?"

She's about to answer when he crosses back over to her, examining her. "N-no…" Gently lifting her arm, he gingerly ghosts his fingers along her skin, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Iggy shoots her a concerned look, but she quickly shakes her head, smiling nervously. Unable to control himself after feeling her body quake, he repeats the motion on her leg. "I-Iggy?" He halts in place, his fingers just barely grazing her thigh, and stares at his hand. Upon hearing Ella's somewhat shaky breaths, he glances up to find her cheeks flushed. "Maybe...you should check my face," she suddenly suggests, her voice lower than before. Without any words Ignatius rises from his crouched position as his gaze connects with hers. His palm presses against her reddened cheek and his face draws nearer to hers. They're soon so close that their breaths mingle. After a few moments of heavy silence, Ella works up the nerve to say, "Just kiss me, damn it!"

That statement is all he needs. Iggy firmly presses his lips against hers, the unlikely pair happily sighing in unison. Following the fairly chaste kiss, he pulls away. It's not long before he recaptures that same pair of lips in a hungrier manner, gently nibbling on the lower one. She drags her petite hands up along his abdomen, causing his muscles to twitch beneath her touch. In response, he slides his rough fingers under her skirt so as to reach her rounded, bare ass. He pulls away surprised and asks in a husky tone, "No panties?" It's as if he flicked on a light switch with his words, seeing as her face immediately lights up in a red glow. "Fuh…" There is no longer any time to finish his outburst of profanity as the discomfort in his pants grows; he isn't even able to hide his arousal (if he tried) before Ella's heavy-lidded, brown-as-chocolate eyes are fixated on the large bulge. The redness in her cheeks deepens as she realizes she is the cause of this, but despite her embarrassment, some unknown force compels the girl to reach out a hand to gently palm his erection through his trousers. The sensation of a calloused hand quickly latching onto her forearm halts her actions with a start. "Wait, Ella, are you aware of how risky this is?" Ignatius asks her, mentally kicking himself for being so wishy-washy. His breath catches in his throat as she counters his obvious skepticism.

"Do I look like I care?" Her unexpected confidence takes the tall redhead by surprise, and he allows her arm to slip away from his fingers. She perceives this as something of an "okay" to proceed and skillfully works at his buckle and zipper. A look of concentration forms on her face as she slows her movements, her previous vigor ebbing away as she anticipates what is to come. The two of them unknowingly share similar thoughts, questioning how the situation had come to this. Yet neither show any sign of stopping now, despite how incredibly inappropriate their current behavior is. He watches carefully as she slowly pulls the ever-constricting trousers down, slides off the table, and sits on her heels directly in front of him. Ella's holding her breath as she tugs at his boxer briefs to reveal his fully erect penis, causing her jaw to fall slack. "So this is-" she catches herself before making a comment on his somewhat surprising size and instead continues saying, "proof that your hair is natural!"

Iggy can't help but lightly laugh at the combination of her expression and statement, the two of them proving to be too much for his composure. She looks up at him, unsatisfied by both her own words and his response, and, without warning, drags her warm tongue along his length. Much to Ella's displeasure, he does not appear to be fazed by her sudden actions and is actually smirking at her. "I know you can do better than thaaa-ahh fuck yes, you can." In the middle of his mildly patronizing comment, she takes the entirety of his long, thick cock into her mouth. Having successfully silenced him, she slowly works her way back and forward once more before repeating the same motion at an increased pace. Tears gather in her eyes as she gags each time his member strokes the depths of her throat. Iggy can't help but allow his head to slowly lean back as his jaw gapes in response to the petite woman's ministrations, his hand reflexively reaching out to push the stray hairs out of her face before grabbing hold of her black locks. Ella's eyes are now glued to his face, watching his expression contort with sweet ecstasy. She savors every twitch in his brow and tightening of his grip on her hair as she continues her oral performance. As the lanky redhead revels in the multiple sensations of her mouth wrapped deliciously around his hard length, Ella draws her head back, pressing her lips down and sucking gently. His cock springs from her mouth with a slight pop, much to Iggy's dismay despite how badly he wanted her to do that again. "Mmm… Why'd you stop?" he inquires without glancing down at her.

Her voice is so quiet that it is almost a whisper as she daringly asks, "Do you...maybe want to do something about that?" Iggy finally looks at her upon hearing her hushed invitation only to find her partially bent over before him, lifting her loose skirt just enough to reveal her neatly shaven pussy. She glances over her shoulder and her gaze connects with his for an instant before he pushes his weight off of the table supporting him to drop to his knees closely behind her. The surprised moan that drawls past her lips drips with pleasure as he sucks directly on her clit, wasting no time to begin pulling her closer to her climax. He presses his tongue onto her button of nerves and flicks it repeatedly, easing his index and middle fingers inside of her hot, slick vagina as well. Her inner walls spasm intermittently as his digits work their way in and out of her; the impact of the rest of his hand making contact with her produces a wet slapping sound, causing Ella's cheeks to ignite from embarrassment. This feeling of being completely exposed in a large, empty college classroom excited her more than she'd like to admit. It was far more adventurous than anything else she had done this far in university. Well, except for that one time sorority sisters got her to join them for a party and she ended the night drunkenly streaking with four of said sisters. But Ella doesn't talk about that. She won't talk about that. "Iggy…" she sighs his name and leans back, which coaxes his fingers out of her. Her eyes open to find herself being pulled upright and turned around.

"Ella, I need to clear something right now before this progresses any further." This moment allows the college student to fully understand the expression on her young instructor's face. The weight of the severity of the situation rested heavily upon their now sweat-coated shoulders. His face, though, exposes his true feelings. He looks worried yet hopeful with his cheeks rosy and his eyes hooded, brows cocked slightly upwards. "I know this is an extremely selfish thing to ask. Unfortunately, given our circumstances I must beg your forgiveness for what I'm about to request of you." He sighs, scratching the back of his head. "If you do truly, wholeheartedly want to do," he clears his throat and continues, "this type of thing with me, I have to ask that no one else know about it. Not even your overprotective sister you've mentioned. In fact, especially not her. She'd probably call for my head." Ella erupts in a short-lived fit of adorable giggling.

While speaking she steps closer to him, knowingly sandwiching his still hard cock between the fabric of her dress and the tense muscles of his abdomen. "What type of thing could you possibly mean? I'm just getting tutored by my devoted, generous, ingenious instructor."

"There were definitely a few more things I wanted to teach you today," he purrs as his hands find their way back to the spot beneath the curve of her ass cheeks. "First thing is that sass will be both the life and death of me." He lifts her up against him, spinning around and walking her over to the lab table where he sets her down gently. "Second thing is just how much you're not going to regret the decision you've made." Without explanation he turns round and walks away from the confused Ella, drops down to the floor to rummage through his leather bag, and strolls back over to her holding a small foil pouch. Huh, maybe she really wouldn't regret her decision to get with a man rather than a boy in college, seeing as he's already responsible enough to be supplying the protection.

"Will you teach me how to put that on such a...sizable package?" Her eyes flit back and forth between focusing on his dick and making eye contact. He grins wickedly upon her request, his desire for her hands on him growing exponentially as he imagines her petite fingers rolling the latex down his solid shaft.

"So vague. And no magic word, either?" He tsks, shaking his head. "Lesson numero tres, Ella. I need you to be specific," he pauses for dramatic effect, "and polite~." The wicked grin melts into a mildly smug one, causing the small woman to puff up her cheeks in defiance. "If you want it badly enough, then all you have to do is ask." Iggy spreads his arms out wide with a slight shrug then folds them across his chest. This ongoing battle for dominance does not have a clear ending within sight but one thing is certain—Ella loves this extra feisty side of him.

"Iggy, will you please help me wrap your big cock up so it can go inside of me?" Her tone completely covers her naughty words with a layer of innocence that turns the tall redhead's brain to mush. That's right. She can play this game. He hums, satisfied and thoroughly turned on.

"Good girl." He brings the foil up to his mouth and rips it open with his teeth. "Give me your hand." She complies, soon having the condom dropped into the middle of her aforementioned hand. Knowing full well what to do with this, she confidently traces the gentle curve of his erection with her fingertips before beginning to unroll the latex over his length. Ella seemingly unintentionally fumbles with the last few inches of coverage and glances up helplessly at Ignatius. He knowingly falls into her little trap, wrapping his fingers around hers, clamping down a bit more firmly around his member to bring the ring of the condom down to the base of his cock. Now properly protected and ready to go, he stands at attention before her with his eyebrows raised. She sees what he's trying to do, what he's hoping to hear, but she elects to speak through actions instead, slowly hiking her dress up and spreading her legs for him. Iggy's dick twitches at the sight and he's almost pulled in until he finds the fortitude to stop himself. "You look like you want something," he offers as he hovers just centimeters away from her dripping entrance. In order to further entice her into voicing her desires, he presses the tip down onto her clit, sliding it along the length of her vaginal opening and back up to her pleasure button. She squirms from the sensation and wraps her long legs around his torso.

"Hnn, Iggy, please!" she begs, trying to pull him closer with her legs. He chuckles at this attempt.

Iggy leans down to plant a passionate kiss on her plump lips, gently biting before releasing her. "Please what?"

"Please, just fuck me!"

"That's what I like to hear."

There you have it, the beginning of the sexy times. Sorry for the cliffhanger… I just wanted to get at least some of the story out before I pour all of my love into this lovemaking scene.

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