𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Detention | D.P.

[Minor Smut]

Miss Parios had a reputation for being a very authoritative teacher. She commanded respect from almost everyone in class. But for some reason, you had a hard time seeing her as an authority figure. Despite your constant testing of her patience, she never seemed to do anything to curb your behavior, making you want to break her.

One Friday afternoon, during a discussion on "Pride and Prejudice," you couldn't stop making side comments to your friends, drawing laughter and distracting the class. Miss Parios, struggling to maintain her composure, finally had enough.

"Y/N, could you stay behind for a moment? We need to discuss your behavior," she said, her voice sharp.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, but you nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and defiance bubbling inside you. Once the room was empty, Miss Parios closed the door and took a deep breath.

"Y/N, your comments today were completely inappropriate and disruptive. As much as I appreciate enthusiasm, what you did was unacceptable," she began, her tone harsh.

You tilted your head, a smirk playing on your lips as you casually hopped up to sit on one of the desks. Your heart pounded a little faster, but you masked it with bravado. "Well, if you're going to invite boring discussions, I have to spice them up somehow, Miss Parios," you retorted, your tone laced with sarcasm. You wondered why you always felt the need to challenge her, why her presence made you so eager to push boundaries.

Her eyes narrowed. "This is not a joke, Y/N. Your behavior is disrespectful and disruptive," she snapped, stepping closer to the desk where you sat.

You shrugged nonchalantly, though inside you felt a flicker of something—was it guilt or excitement? "Sure, Miss Parios. Whatever you say. But I thought you liked a little excitement in your classroom," you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You couldn't help but wonder what she'd do next, and why her approval mattered to you.

She took another step closer, her frustration mounting. "Detention. Tomorrow. After school," she said through gritted teeth.

Your smirk widened, a defense mechanism against the strange tension between us. "Ooh, detention. How scary. I'll be sure to bring my sleeping bag," you quipped, your sarcasm cutting through the tension in the room. Your pulse quickened, the intensity of this exchange stirring something inside you that you couldn't quite name.

Miss Parios moved even closer, standing directly in front of you, her face inches away from yours. "You really know how to push buttons, don't you?" she said, her voice low and challenging.

Your eyes sparkled with defiance, but beneath it was a mix of admiration and something deeper. "Only yours," you shot back, your tone light but your gaze intense. You couldn't understand why provoking her felt so exhilarating.

Your usual barbs and jabs continued, but with every exchange, the atmosphere shifted. Miss Parios seemed to be finding herself inexplicably drawn to you, her anger morphing into something else entirely. She took another step, her hands resting on either side of the desk.

You leaned back slightly, your breath hitching as she closed the distance. Your mind raced, the air between the two of you charged with unspoken tension. "Why do you always have to challenge me?" she asked, her voice quieter, more vulnerable.

Your smirk faded, replaced by a softer expression. "Maybe I just wanted to get your attention," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The truth of your words surprised even yourself.

Miss Parios's breath caught in her throat. "Well, you've got it," she murmured, her eyes locking onto yours. And in that moment, the dynamic between the two of you shifted completely, leaving you exhilarated and uncertain about what would come next.

You saw Miss Parios' gaze flickering down to your lips, and without a word, she reached down, gently threading her fingers through your hair, stepping closer to you, so she was standing in between your slightly spread legs.

Your breath hitched as her lips met yours in a tentative, yet electric kiss. It started slow, a soft exploration of each other's mouths, but soon the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. You pulled Miss Parios impossibly closer by the collar of her shirt, your body molding to the curves of the older woman's figure as the two of you moved together in a dance of desire.

Your hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of your teacher's body with a newfound boldness. Miss Parios' hands found their way to your waist, as your fingers tangled in your teacher's hair, deepening the kiss even further.

You let out a soft moan, each of her touches sending shivers down your spine as your lips moved in perfect sync. You lost yourself in the moment, the world outside the classroom fading away as you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of the older woman's touch.

Time seemed to stand still as you kissed, your passion igniting like a flame that burned brighter with each passing second. And when you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless and flushed with desire.

"Maybe detention won't be so bad after all," you stated, your voice thick with desire.

Miss Parios cracked you a smug grin, before lifting you up by your thighs and carrying you to her desk, gently placing you on its wooden surface. "You bet," she said, before kissing you again.

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