Septiplier SMUT shots

Teacher (PART6)

(Sorry. But I'm making this one longer to please myself this time. But I'm sure you don't mind. 😉)

I took a second after the bell rang to appreciate that kids who had previously not gave a shit, give a shit.

I nodded at Jack as he walked out and rolled my chair back behind my desk, ruffling my hair.

The room was silent as I began to gather my things. I listened to people pass through the hallway and Jack's laughter echoing off the walls.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around. "Yes? Do you nee-" I was cut off by someone's lips on mine.

My eyes closed, slightly enjoying it. My mind screamed stop, but I pushed it aside as the girl who dropped her pencil unbuttoned my shirt and pressed herself against me.

I heard the door shut and my eyes shot open, realizing what I was doing. I pushed her away. "What are you doing?!" I said harshly.

"I-I... I was just thinking maybe you needed a little more... Appreciation." She said as she walked back towards me.

"You stop right there young lady. That isn't the way this works. Get out. I'd make sure that's where you find yourself in the office as well."

She walked out, still smirking and I cleared my throat, confused with why my mind would ever let that happen.

I buttoned my shirt and shook my head. "What the hell was I thinking?" I said, brushing off my hands in disgust.

"M-Mark!" I heard from the doorway​, a tone laced with horror and disbelief. I watched Jack race off, and I felt Felix's disapproving gaze tear through me.

"I-Its not what it looks like!" I said, my eyes wide. "Dude. That's just wrong. And to think that I had looked up to you. Uck." He said as he walked away.

I heavily fell back into the chair and put my face in my hands. "It's not what it looks like..." I said again, whispering the words to myself.

"God damn it!" I said, banging a fist against the desk. "Fucking hell..." I said as I pulled my hand away, my eyes wide.

I had cracked the desk and tore my skin open, blood rushing down my arm. My wide eyes just stared.

"I deserve it... This is all my fault." I said, wrapping my hand in gauze, wincing in pain.