Ethan Dolan fanfics

A Lesson Learned (pt.1)

What-up people! Haven't posted in a long ass time hahaha. Hope you're all doing great. On that note, on with the fan fic!

**Not mine! Full credit to vinylhazza on Tumblr and edited by me.

Summary: Ethan's job as a teacher is to give his students the best education that he can. But when Y/n, a student that has caught his eye a time or two, catches him by surprise in his classroom during lunch, he's unable to hold back the fire that was sure to break free at some point.

Warning: Rough sex between student and teacher.

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Ethan wasn't stupid.

He knew the girls in his class snickered and swooned over him from the minute they walked through that classroom door, to the very moment they left. That's why he set rules. They were simple, but very clear and strongly advised. 1. No consults or help during lunch 2. No help after school, under any circumstances. It was just too risky. It wasn't that he was worried he would slip up, it was just that the girls in his class were very bold with their advancements towards him and he was concerned it would get out of hand if he allowed them to come in whenever they wanted for "help." However; he gave the students the option to come in during a free period, where teachers flitted through the halls and his door was always open. He has yet to see any of the girls take him up on that offer, except maybe one or two that don't really need the help.

He had three classes: Seniors, Juniors, and Freshmen. All Composition and Reading. They were all pretty much the same, just a slight curriculum change to make it harder for each grade as he saw fit. The girls in his Senior class were the worst with their flirtatious behavior. Sometimes, he'd call them out or send them to the principal's office - feigning that he's concerned they won't be able to focus enough in his class because of their small crush.

It was a serious problem. Some even slipped him their number when handing in their papers or passing notes on purpose during class because they knew he would take them away if they were caught. He's never used them of course. He simply throws them in the trash with a shake of his head. He wasn't meaning to be cocky about it. It just made him a bit nervous and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, some girls still hadn't gotten the memo.

He was still surprised when he heard the light tapping on the closed door, small shadows of feet appearing against the tiled floor just outside. He understood that it was nearing the end of the semester and the students might be panicking over their studies, he's been there a time or two during high school and college, but his rules were set in place for a reason. He figured it was better to make the rule for everyone rather than show "favorites". He knew some students would probably love the extra study time, but he just couldn't take the chance. The lunch rule wasn't even his decision. It was a school rule that you must reside in either the lunch room, football field, or atrium during lunch hours - no sneaking off on your own agenda without a valid reason. Going to his classroom wasn't really a valid reason. Some students slipped past the radar, but it wasn't often. Girls were sneaky, and being one of the only males in an all girls school, he started to learn their little tricks.

He sat still behind his desk, eyes glued to the stand-still shadow behind the aquatex glass window of the door. A frown stretched across his face as he wondered who it could be. The room was normally deserted and quiet during lunch break - a good 45-60 minutes of absolute silence depending on the day. He wondered briefly who it was and what they wanted. Even though the knock was quiet, it nearly scared him. That's how unusual the sound was. He was sure he could blast his music as loud as he could and no one would be able to hear. He didn't of course, it would disrupt his concentration.

Sometimes, it bothered Ethan that he had such a close eye on him at all times because he was young, with a tall, sturdy frame, thick hair, strong jawline, plump pink lips, and a naturally prominent bulge that he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. There were always eyes watching his every move. He wasn't the type to flaunt his sex appeal. He didn't like that he was watched like a hawk because he was "hot". He knew he was watched, knew the women lusted after him, but he kept himself in check.