Dan Howell Smut

Teacher kink ;) (as requested)

| Warnings: Smut, teacher kink, and daddy kink. |

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"Fuck."

She sighed as she sat up from the grass and stretched her back. She was sitting behind her school, why? Because she wanted to piss off her favourite teacher.

She decided she had held out long enough to promptly annoy him, and decided to head to History, the class he taught.

She inhaled before opening the door to his classroom, she was 27 minutes late, but she didn't care, she wanted all the attention from her teacher that she could get. And the best way to get attention from a teacher, was to be a shit student.

Turning the knob, she walked in, and all eyes landed on her, except the teachers, he didn't even need to turn around to see who it was.

"Miss [Y/L/N], see me after class." He said in a tired voice, clearly irritated by her actions, but she just grinned.

"Yes, sir." She took her seat towards the front of the class and the teacher continued his lesson, though, she wasn't paying attention.

She was too busy admiring the way his white button down shirt and black jeans fit his lanky body, and how his chocolate brown eyes followed the words he scribbled onto the blackboard. How his large hands gripped the chalk he was holding, how his brown hair swept to the side. This teacher was unlike her others; he was young, laid back, and extremely attractive. Everything about her teacher drove her insane. She bit her lip to hide a smile as she thought of all the ways his hands could hold various parts of her, and how soft his pink lips would feel on hers.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and while the other students gathered their things to go home, she sat still, wondering if her teacher would address her and tell her off or if this would be another silent detention like the last three, leaving her to her thoughts, her filthy thoughts.

As soon as all the students left the classroom, the teacher sat back down at his desk, and began scribbling something onto some papers, he was grading them, or so she assumed.

10 minutes passed and he still hadn't said anything, but unknown to him, he was driving her wild.

Every once and awhile, he'd mess with his hair, ruffling it, making it stick up in spots. Or he'd crack his knuckles, the sound echoing through the near empty room. And most importantly, he'd loosened his black tie and undone a few buttons on his shirt.

This fucker was killing her softly, so she decided to be bold, unusually bold. She stood up from her desk, and walked over to her teacher, leaned down, and laid her hands upon the top of the desk.

He didn't look up from what he was doing, he just continued to look down through his glasses at the work he was doing. She spoke up in the most sensual voice she could muster. "Guess what, Mr. Howell."

He raised an eyebrow, still not looking up at her. "What is it, Miss [Y/L/N]?"

She leaned down even further, hoping to force him to look at her.

"I'm not wearing any knickers."

She smirked to herself, quite proud she had managed to state that without stuttering or turning red. Mr. Howell, however, was not phased by this. At least, not to her.

'What a dirty student I have.' He thought as he shifted in his seat.

She wouldn't give up though, she'd sat through his tortures for too long, and he was going to learn what she thought of him.

She walked around his desk, behind his chair, and wrapped her arms around his torso, straightening him in his seat and resting her chin on his shoulder. "You fucker, don't you realise what you do to me?" She whispered in his ear.