You were a young teacher in Derry’s highschool, known for being the only teacher to actually scold Patrick for his creepy behaviour towards girls or his constant aphaty regarding grades. You were quite the sight for sore eyes and almost every male student had the hots for you. However, none of them would ever even dream of doing anything, you were older than them- well, none except certain student you had on your class.

You were sitting on your desk, one of the rare occasions were the highschool class was silent while they did their homework, you gave your eyes to a student —hot, dangerous and psycothic—. He thought “she’s hot” and he bit his lip back to you. Patrick was chewing on his nails and his pens, while he’s dreaming of you —giving you those fakely innocent ‘fuck me’ eyes— and you’re fucking in sin (you know you are).

He’s almost subconsciously humping air and trying to grind against the chair as he stares at you, drool almost pooling at the corners of his lips as you look up from your computer screen and look at him. The moment you smile at him before going back to your work is the moment his body malfunctions alongside his brain, fuck it, he’s all yours.

After the class ends everyone goes out, except Patrick, who tells his friends —the infamous group of bullies called the Bowers Gang— to not wait for him since he wants to ask the teacher something about the class. As soon as everyone is gone and it’s only the two of you in the classroom he immediately leans on your desk, giving you ‘bedroom eyes’ as he bites his lip while he looks at you “I don’t care ‘bout grades, just call me your man” he almost begged in a pitiful tone, his voice holding a whimpering edge as he licked his lips, his breathing heavy. He was the teacher’s pet and irremediably desperate for your every bit of attention even if it meant misbehaving in class just so he got sent to detention with you after it.