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Teach Me

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Teacher!Dan Howell X Reader

Setting: Your teacher, Mr. Howell has called you in early before school to chat with you, for a very unexpected reason.

Warnings: Graphic Sex, Oral Sex, Major Swearing, Hair pulling, Slapping, Daddy Kink

2387 words - unedited

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(Y/N)'s POV

I sat in the classroom, on edge and nervous. I absolutely did something wrong, I had to! Why else would I have been called in? My leg shakes underneath the desk and I fiddle with the hem of my skirt, just thinking back about all the bad things I've ever done.

My Homeroom teacher, Mr. Howell, called me in to talk. I had no idea why, or what I'd done, but I'm sitting here now in the classroom just waiting for him. I chewed on my lip and tried to focus on the clock. Hopefully the ticks would distract me.

Not to mention Mr. Howell's the most attractive teacher at Westerburg High School so I'm gonna need some distractions.

I flinch as the door opens to the classroom. Mr. Howell looks over at me and sighs. He gestures over to his desk and I stand as he closes the door.

I hear the lock click. I stand by his desk and he looks out the blinds, making sure their closed. "I-is something wrong, Mr. Howell?" I ask. He shakes his head and walks over to his desk, hands in his pockets.

"No. Not really. I'm not really allowed to call in students before school starts, so I don't want anyone to know you're in here." He sits at his desk, calmly.

I shift my weights nodding. "So why... Why was I called?" I say, scared to talk.

Mr. Howell laughs. "Stop being so nervous. I hate that. The fact that I make you feel scared is... I dunno, icky." He leans back, laughing slightly.

I calm down a little, his laugh relaxing me. I smile a bit. "Well, the reason I had you come in, especially not around other students, is because..." His face gets serious. He leans forward. "There's a matter I'd like to ask you questions about." He seemed a little upset.

I sat down at a seat in front of his desk. "O-okay." I say, nodding slowly. Mr. Howell sighs again.

"I got..." He unlocks his phone, typing some things in. He clears his throat. "An anonymous text." He says. "I am not accusing you of anything, and-" he stops abruptly, exhaling and leaning back. This is obviously hard for him.

"It's okay, Mr. Howell." I say he looks at me and smiles sadly.

"It's not school hours, call me Dan." He says.

I smiled and my heart jumps a little bit. "Dan." I say.

He stares at his phone, placing it in front of him. I am unable to see the screen. "Now, I have no idea who this is. Who would do this or why. You're not the kind of girl who I would see having any enemies." He clasps his hands together.

This made me worried. What happened? Did someone say something about me? Did he hear a rumor or something?

"So I don't know if this is you, or faked. But this doesn't seem like something you'd do, (Y/N)." He slides his phone towards me and I take it.

It's his messaging app from an unreachable number.

Unknown:
I have (Y/F/N)'s nudes! Here are some samples;

There were two images attached. With a girl's body wearing our school uniform one was a side photo, an obvious selfie and the girl lifted her shirt, showing her breasts. The other was a mirror photo in black lingerie. Her breasts were out and she was exposed. The face us covered in the first picture, but it's my face in the second. The following texts made me want to cry.