Oh, Teacher

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A/n: Alright, hello hey, this a thing now. I've been working on this since April, tbh with you, I'm honestly just happy to see it finished. I've never put so much work into anything all at once, it's literally thirty tHOUSAND words of the diddly doo.

Here's the thing, this is filthy, but it was vaguely filthier before. I edited out most the swear words for the ok from Watt, and that kinda idk, defeats the purpose of smuttytimes, you know? So I've put some thought into it and decided that I'm gonna post an unedited version on Tumblr. Here's the deal. If you could vote for this one first, I'd appreciate it SO MUCH, because I do wanna keep my writing mostly to one website and this is kinda the one im at now, even if its kinda crummy in these circumstances. So yeah, vote for this one and maybe even come back and leave comments here instead, cause that'd be sosooso rad. If not, it's cool. Or if you want to read it here, it's the exact same except I've swapped swears/derogatory terms for more pg stuff. Okay, that's all, thanks so much for even taking the time to read it either way. Love you guys!

You can expect established Teacherxstudent relationship, a little bit of biting/marking, toys, the dad kink, the boom secks, the blewjerbs. 


*Phil's POV*

I grit my teeth in frustration as I felt, rather than heard, my phone go off for at least the tenth time in the past half hour. Generally I was a little bit more forgiving when people called or texted while I was teaching, I couldn't expect anyone to memorize my entire schedule solely to be respectful. Besides, if I really didn't want people messaging me while I was working, I knew I could have left my phone at home. On specific dates, when I know the classes I'm teaching that day are particularly rigorous and demand my undivided attention, I do just that.

Today wasn't one of those days though, it was a leisure period of book work and if I really needed or wanted to, I could more than get away with communicating while the students worked at their own pace. Of course, my irritation wasn't caused by my inability to answer potentially important messages, rather the fact I was getting them at all.

I wasn't a very social person, there were only a handful of people that had my number and fewer still that used it regularly, meaning I always had a vague idea of who the culprit was behind the disturbance when my phone took to ringing or buzzing. My mother, my brother, my friend Louise, and Dan. My mother and brother had called me early this morning before school had even started to announce they were going to the doctor's in the town over, Louise was a fellow teacher at the highschool who I'd seen in the teacher's lounge upon arrival, and that left Dan.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure there's a minuscule chance that I could be falsely accusing and perhaps it is one of the less-likely options that don't contact me regularly, but it's not like my suspicions are entirely unwarranted. No, aside from the process of elimination I'd just gone through, there were a few other clues pointing in his direction that couldn't go ignored.

Firstly, Dan was the only one who thought himself comfortable enough with me to send this many consecutive messages without stopping simply because I hadn't answered yet. Secondly, Dan had been suspiciously antsy this morning when he was seeing me off to work, never looking me in the eye and muttering every response he gave to my attempts at conversing. Finally, and surely the most suspicious of the three, Dan was currently smirking at me from across the room, winking at me each time I gave in and reluctantly met his persistent suggestive gaze.

To anyone else it may seem questionable that the man I woke up with this morning also happens to be a student in my advanced English class, and it took me a long time to come to terms with the situation as well, but we were together before the school year started so as Dan puts it; 'we fall under specific circumstances, therefore deserve our own specific set of rules'. Granted, I am quite certain that was his thoughtless exclamation to get me to calm down when I found out he was my student and started to panic, but clearly it did the trick enough for me to reevaluate everything in seriousness.

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