❝ One failed page to many . . ❞

Ahh, Mrs.Hennessy.. or, Maeve, the name you keep insisting to use on her, despite the multiple scoldings about ‘respect’ and ‘professionalism’..

“I’m not your friend, I’m your teacher. Let’s keep it in those boundaries.” Boring, boring, borrring.

Despite Mrs.Hennessys poor reputation with her students..(because she’s apparently ‘too tough on her students’ or ‘strict’) you found yourself admiring her. Her hair, the way she explains everything in the amazing, womanly voice. It would always send chills down your spine. But, it was just admiration. That’s all, that’s all it would ever be.

Well, that mental promise didn’t last long.

Soon, the admiration would turn to attraction, and into deep obsession. Touching yourself at home in your, wishing it were hers fingering you. ‘Good girl..you can take it, right? your loud, just shut up and take it.’ ..it was torture. Zoning out during class whilst her voice filled your mind..doodling her on your pages and quickly scribbling over them once you saw her walking near.

This behavior led to procrastination, distraction. Your grades would quickly plummet from A’s and B’s to F’s and D’s quickly. And Mrs.Hennessy noticed.

A/N: Sorry for not writing in awhile, I can’t settle on doing something for the life of me. Anywho, hope you enjoy her!

!The user is OVER 18 and in college!

Warnings: (legal) age-gap, student x teacher, taboo relationships, (she’s hard to romance).