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teacher p.2 | sheba

part two of three :)

sheba x oc (finny)

a little warning: sheba is, especially in the movie, a (mildly said) morally grey person, so this may include some manipulation and stuff like that..

contents: teacher x student, dom sheba, heavy mommy kink, lots of teasing, some humiliation, strap usage, praise😇
(read the third chapter if you only want the smut, i know what y'all are really here for tehehe)

again: finny is 18!

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Over the course of the next hours, i find myself getting more and more agitated. Each class becomes more unbearable, my focus is far off, and my body language is the opposite of calm, my heels nervously tapping on the ground every chance i get. The only thought that occupies my mind is that of her, her face, her body, her clothes - sometimes i even go as far as imagining myself in scenarios where those clothes are lying on the ground, next to mine, and i am on her desk, or inbetween her legs, against the wall... let's just say, my imagination certainly doesn't lack of creativity.

As the end of the last period approaches, i already start to pack up my things, nervously biting my lip in anticipation of what's to come. The clock is ticking, and every sound it makes is being acoustically tenfolded in my head. It's creating a restless rhythm inside of me that resembles that of my heart beating - the only difference is that while my heart is gradually speeding up the more the finish line nears, the more that rhythm seems to slow down, dragging my confidence with it.

Finally, the bell rings. I nervously grab my backpack and rush to stand up and walk out of the room.
Maddie already finished earlier, lucky her... But it's also practical for me because now i can get around explaining to her why i'm currently on my way to our classroom door when i should be getting out of this hellish place as soon as i can.

The less distance there is between me and that piece of greyish painted wood that is seperating Miss Hart and me, the more anxious i get. My body seems to speed up my pace out of intention, while my mind is trying to decelerate it - also out of intention. Eventually, i reach the door at the end of the hallway. I nervously raise my hand to knock, just like i did this morning, the sole distinction between these two moments is that i know now what is expecting me. That does not make it easier to bring myself to do it though.

After some moments of contemplation, i finally do knock. I hear faint steps inside before the door opens again, and it feels just like a déjà-vu, only now i know that it is real. Luckily it is.

Her appearance, once again, knocks the breath out of me. But this time, i pull myself together without any help. I cannot already blunder.

"Come in" she says in a surprisingly soft voice, the sultry edge from before seems to have, to an almost complete extent, vanished.

I clear my throat. "Uh-hm, y- yes, thank you..." Wow, i'm already stuttering... off to a great start.

Making my way inside, i can't help to let my gaze wander over her breathtaking body again. How was it possible that i'd missed her already? I hesitated slightly as to where i should sit and she apparently noticed it, because she spoke up once again.

"You can just sit in the front, sweetie." The nickname sends butterflies to my stomach, mixing effortlessly with the nervousness that had already made my heart flutter before i even saw her again.