Teacher- 2pEngland/Oliver Kirkland: lemon

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   You quietly pick a lock to the school gate. You had forgoten your backup phone in a classroom and you were praying nobody took it. You had a backup phone since your normal phone was used for daily use etc. While your backup phone was filled with the dirtiest fan fictions and fantasies of characters you shipped and herself and a certain "Someone". That phone was the definition of Sin on Earth. Not to mention it, that had to be the day you took the passcode off... You were using the calculater on it while doing online math on your phone. Everytime your phone turned off you had to retype the passcode, so you got annoyed and took the passcode off for the night... But you forgot to put it back on

   As the gate slowly opens you walk in and close it behind you, making as least amount of sound as possible. You pull your hood over your head as your hair glistens in the moonlight.

  You run behind the school campus to a window. The window was on the bottom floor and was practically falling off. You pry the window frame open and jump in. Putting the frame back in place you arrive in a Janitors closet. You try to open the door and sigh,"Thank goodness."

   The Janitors closet wasn't locked at this school so you easily open the door and look carefully down the hallways before slowly walking.

   Trying to remember exactly where you could had left it you think," I notice I didn't have it at the beginning of 7th period.. But I checked the time on it at 4th period.. so that leaves either 5th or lunch... It couldn't be lunch since I had I my backpack and didn't take it out and no one was near my backpack.. that just leaves 5th period... Home Ec...," you silently make your way to the Home Ec classroom.

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   You arrive at the door and try to open it. To your surprise it actaully opened,"hmm...wierd," you brush it off, while coming to the conclusion they must have just forgotten to lock it. As soon as you get in you run to the teachers desk and start shuffling through the draws. Mr. Kirkland would have seen it and put it in his draws till he could ask if it was anyone's tomorrow. You absolutely couldn't wait till tomorrow.

   The papers shuffling where the only sound in the room and your sigh..,"where is that thing..," you silently mutter to yourself till a tiny light shines behind you

    " Ms. (l/n)" you turn around to see Mr. Kirkland holding your phone. You immediately blush seeing it was unlocked and open.
He walks over to you and crouches down to your eye level. As you look at him you start to think about the youngest teacher at the school. He always taught Home Ec for his love for cooking but always was preppy, quirky, happy... But also weird.. It fascinated you.. There was another side to the happy baker man. He always had a glint of mischief in his eye when talking about pain or injuries.. Or when he spoke to you.

    "Now (y/n) I knew I liked you, but I never knew you were into this kinda stuff," he smirked as he held up kinky fanfics of you and an insane teacher. The fanfic didn't say it was him but it was very detailed and almost matched him perfectly.. You didn't mean to have it about him, you just were thinking about his beautiful face one night.. With his adorable pink freckles.. All..over..his..body... And his strawberry hair falling against his head.. And the toned body.. You couldn't help but make something to put you at ease. "NO! Hes a teacher! Yes.. Hes the youngest... And extremely adorable and hot at the same time... And you were legally above the age since college...but it was still wrong.. But when I fantasize about him at night it feels so right," you think as your face turns red as he gets closer to your face.

  "It's not my fault... Especially when you bring me to my knees when I think of you," you silently gasp and your eyes go wide as you realized what you just said," No Mr kirkland I didnt mean!"
You get cut off as he hushes you and his eyes go from normal to an almost predatory state.

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