Discovering Dewey’s teacher kink tho 👀🥵
boi. yes.
You're the teacher kids fear and respect. Your colleagues bow their heads at what you've done for Horace Green. You're the best teacher there probably ever was, even the principal, Mrs Mullins is curtly bowing her head when you walk past her to class.
So this... Pathetic little boy who came to school, who smelled of beer and cheap deodorant, with the brightest smile on his face and the fuck you attitude that went against all that you believed in? What was he even thinking, coming to Horace Green?
Someone oughta teach him a lesson...
And the universe seemed to be in your favour. The principal asked you, fumbling with her shirt, to talk to Ned Shneebly, to reason with him and maybe tell him his... teaching methods weren't exactly... Well... Acceptable for Horace Green.
Your steps echoed in the hallway as you reached the door to Shneebly's classroom.
You opened the door, finding him wiping the board, whistling something cheerful, moving a little to the melody.
"Mr. Shneebly." Your voice was stern, he looked up immediately, dropping the chalk.
"Oh, uhm, hi... I never caught your name-"
"Mr. Shneebly, sit down."
For a sole moment he hesitated, his eyes unsure, but then.. Then he obeyed lik a good boy, rushed to one of the seats in the front almost too quickly, sat down and folded his hands on the table top, looking up at you, a slight blush on his face.
"Now, Mr. Sheenbly, you do realize what an honour it is to work at Horace Green? Even as a substitute, as you are," you glanced at him, standing firmly in front of the chalkboard. "You do realize, this is the highest privilege a teacher can recieve?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.
"Silence. I don't think you're in the position to speak now, Mr Sheenbly."
He closed his mouth again and swallowed audibly, then dropped his head, nodding obediently.
"Instead of being grateful," you moved closer to him, each of your steps firm and dominant. "You're wasting everyone's time with your... experimental methods."
You stood right in front of his table now, close enough to notice his hands gripping the table, knuckles turning white.
"Look at me, when I speak to you!"
His face shot up, cheeks flushed, lips glistening and bottom lips red, teeth marks on the soft skin.
Oh, this was... interesting, to say the least.
Maybe you pushed your luck, but fuck it. You leaned down, your face incredibly close to his.
"What are we gonna do with you, Mr Shneebly," you said, drinking in his reaction, the blush, the feverish glimmer in his eyes, the full lips that were begging to get bitten and kissed and sucked.
"Wh-What are you gonna do to me," his voice cracked slightly, hoarse and quiet.
You grinned slowly, enjoying this far too much.
"Repeat after me, boy."
He followed your every move with hazy, hooded eyes.
You leaned away, and slowly started circling the desk.
"I will not teach students in an experimental matter."
"I-I will not teach students i-in an experimental matter."
"Good," you praised him, going as far as petting his head, feeling the silky locks under your fingertips.
"I will be a good boy and obey the rules."
He blushed profusely, his sharp teeth biting the soft bottom lip.
Stuttering and looking everywhere but at you, he repeated the sentence.
"See, you can be such a good boy when you wanna be."
He close his eyes at the praise, panting slightly.
Your fingers tightened in his hair and suddenly you pulled back with a force, resulting in a soft 'ah!' and a clear view of his erection straining his trousers.
"I will come back here everyday for the next week, and I will obey everything my teacher says."
He moaned at the sentence, hips thrusting into the air, voice caught in his throat.
"Come on, boy, say it and you'll get a treat," you whispered, allowing your breathe to tickle his ear.
With a whine he repeated the sentence.
You let go of his hair, allowing his head to fall forward, his breath heavy and irrational.
You circled the desk again, and raised his face with a single finger below his chin, making him look up at you once again.
"Good boy. Such a good boy," you muttered as you allowed your lips to find his soft, sweet ones, pulling away almost immediately.
"Class dismissed."
You went out not once looking back, leaving him behind, desperate, pent up and panting. You were sure he'd be right where you want him the next day.
Okay this took a turn i did not expect
