teachers | ot4

| prologue |

Three teachers, one student, what could go wrong?

"Do you want me baby boy?"

"N-No."

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top! luke, calum, and ashton

bottom! mikey and fem! mikey

warnings! kinky af, smut af, gay af and other triggering moments

i apologize at how kinky this shit will get

luke, ashton, and calum are 23, michael is 18

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Michael sat in his last class nervously, looking at the clock. His mum was driving him to school, his last English test had brought his grade down to an F and he had to go and talk to his teacher after school and ask to bring his grade up.

He packed up slowly and walked up to his English room, when he got there he knocked on the door softly and walked in. "M-Mrs. Creek? I-Is there any-anything, I-I can do to b-bring my g-grade up?"

Mrs. Creek hummed. "I don't know, Michael." She tsked. "Maybe you should just drop my AP class, you started out strong, but I just don't know if you still have the time or skill to keep up with my class."

"O-Oh."

She looked up at the pastel-haired boy. "I'll fix your schedule, you'll start out with a C in  the regular class you transfer to."

He nodded uncertainly. "Th-Thank you, M-Mrs. Creek." Michael walked to the door with his textbook. "B-Bye."

Almost grateful not to have Michael in his class. "Yeah." She rolled her eyes, adding. "And fix that stutter of yours, it's annoying."

His eyes lowered, then he walked out of her classroom, never to come back. Michael then went on his way to his locker. By this time most teachers were leaving and all of the students had left or were in detention.

Michael walked to his locker with a little skip in his step. Humming softly, he turns the corner only to crash into his music teacher, Mr. Irwin. During this, he drops his textbook in shock.

"S-Sorry Mr. Irwin!" Michael apologized timidly.

His teacher just reached out his hand to help the fallen boy up. "It's alright, Michael. No need to be sorry."

"B-Bye sir." Michael stuttered, still timid. The pastel-pink haired boy thought he was walking further from the music teacher, Mr. Irwin was actually following him.

The curly-haired teacher placed his large hand on Michael's shoulder, getting his attention. Mr. Irwin slouched down slightly toward the smaller boy and whispered in his ear. "Also, you might wanna fix your skirt. Don't want anyone else seeing those pretty panties of yours." Then he pulled Michael's skirt down before walking away, leaving the student as a blushing mess.

Michael quickly put his stuff away and walked out of school with a small bag and his phone in hand. Then dialed his mum's number as he walked toward the front of the school.

She answered after three rings. "Hello, Michael?"

"Yes, m-mommy?" Michael answered sitting down on the fountain, legs bouncing up and down. Noticing one of his shoes was untied, he put the phone on speaker and tied it while she spoke.

"My boss gave me the late shift so I can't pick you up and I might not even be home, are you alright with being home alone and walking to and from school?" She asked, willing to lose the extra money to drive her son home.

Michael nodded his head, though she couldn't see and like the good boy he is, he said. "Y-Yes mommy, I'm okay with w-walking."

"Alright. Call me if anything happens." She hung up without giving Michael a chance to answer.

He whispered. "..bye bye mommy..."

Michael got up from the water fountain and started walking out of the parking lot. It wasn't long before a familiar voice rung through Michael's ears. "Hey, Michael!"

The pink-haired boy turned to see Mr. Hood, my P.E. teacher. "H-Hello, Mr. H-Hood."

"Are you walking home, Michael?" Mr. Hood asked from inside of his car.

Michael nodded and answered like a good boy. "Y-Yes, my m-mommy couldn't pick m-me up t-today."

The P.E. teacher asked. "You need a ride, Michael?"

Michael responded timidly, biting his pink lips. "Y-Yes."

"Well, come on in!" Calum said wanting to say princess but bit his tongue. He didn't want Michael to be creeped out.

Michael thanked his P.E. teacher gratefully. "Y-Yes sir, th-thank you, Mr. Hood."

"It's no problem. You are an amazing student in my class." Calum praised Michael.

Michael beamed at the praise. "Th-Thank you."

For the rest of the ride, Michael directed Mr. Hood on where to go. Once they got on his stop, he thanked Mr. Hood again. "Th-Thank you again f-for the r-ride! See y-you t-tomorrow, M-Mr. Hood!"

"See you-" Calum said, the door slammed shut as he added. "-princess."

Michael slept well that night, his mum did come back, only to leave a small letter and a handful of cash. When Michael awoke he read the letter and saw the pile of money.

Hello my sweet princess,

I won't be home for two weeks, I have a business trip to attend to. If you need anything I left the number to the neighbor's house and some money for you to spend on food. Be good!

Love your mum xx

Michael rubbed his eyes, yawning. He didn't recognize the number, but he put all the notes in his piggy bank, just like all the other time she's left money for him. He usually spends a 5-10 dollars, while she leaves over a hundred. He didn't know what he was saving for, Michael just knew that he was saving.

Michael got changed into a white crop top that said 'kitten' on its pocket and then a pastel pink skirt over his lace. Then he put on thigh-high socks and pastel doc martins. He sprayed vanilla perfume on and he was done. Walking out the door, he put on a pastel-pink and light-gray windbreaker.

Michael spun around a couple of times, giggling to himself. He had English first, so he got to see who his new teacher was and he couldn't wait to go to his Music and P.E. classes so he could see Mr. Irwin and Mr. Hood.

The pink-haired boy glanced at the clock and saw that there was enough time for him to walk to school and have ten minutes to meet his new teacher. He started on his way, listening to some music through his earbuds.

Michael had gotten to school fairly more early than he had anticipated. He received his new schedule and then went off to his new classroom. Fifteen minutes before class started, Michael knocked on the door.

"H-Hello?" Michael stuttered shyly, opening the door slightly.

A muffled voice said. "Come in."

Michael opened the door, then introduced himself. "H-Hi, my name i-is M-Michael and I'm y-your n-new student." The boy, who blushes very easily, blushed.

"I'm your new teacher, you can call me Mr. Hemmings, princess."

"H-Hi Mr. H-Hemmings." Michael said, his cheeks turning red at the nickname. He looked down shyly, fiddling with his fingers. "W-Where can I t-take a seat?"

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who should the neighbor be?