Devil In Disguise [Darkiplier x Reader]

Chapter Four: Did We Just Do That? *shitpost smut warning*

The bell's piercing ring cut through the chatter of the class and everyone fall silent. Dark stood up from his desk and began lecturing. The lesson dragged on like it has been everyday. Not to mention that learning about the history of psychology wasn't the most interesting. Maybe it would be better if any other teacher in the building taught it. Oh god, what if Anti taught it?

Dark's voice droned on until minutes before class was over. He gave everyone the reading assignment along with the questions you needed to answer. Although Dark may be incredibly strict, the homework he gave wasn't too bad.

The class was dismissed and everyone except you got to leave. Ethan shot you a look of sympathy as Dark told him to shut the door behind him. You cringed at the sound, realizing that you were sealed off from the rest of the world.

You stayed in your seat and opened up your book to do the assignment he gave. If you were going to be stuck here with him you were at least going to be productive.

"Ms. (L/N)." Dark's voice grabbed your attention. "Care to inform me on why you skipped detention yesterday?"

Fuck.

"Theater practice." You said in an emotionless voice. You didn't want to talk to him more than necessary. "Warfstache said it was fine."

"Did he now?" Dark folded his arms across his chest. "He wasn't the person in charge of your discipline."

"Whatever." You sighed and stared down at your book. You heard Dark scoff, but you didn't care. You were already in trouble and you were going to skip tomorrow as well.

"You, young lady," Dark growled, rising from his desk. "are in need of an attitude adjustment. Come here."

You reluctantly got up from your seat and strolled over to Dark. Your eyes fell to his lips that were twisted into a scowl. You thought about kissing him just to shut him up, but you didn't see that ending very well.

"I want you to write lines on the board." He stared at you with a look that dared you to challenge him, so you did.

"That is completely inane and childish." You folded your arms, glaring back at him. You could cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a knife.

"Perhaps it is." Dark remarked, his response surprised you. "There is, of course, another option." A smirk, much like Mr. Fischbach's, fell on his lips.

"Do tell." You said sarcastically, yelping when Dark pulled your body flush against his. He crashed his big boi smoochers onto yours, taking your breath away. As much as you hated him as a teacher, he was a damn good lip smacker.

"Wait," You pulled back, looking into his black irises. "What if someone catches us?"

"Trust me, my dear, they won't." Dark smirked and pressed his lips to yours once more.

He guided you over to his desk and set you on top it. Smoocheroonies trailed down your neck, making you shooketh. He moved down to your collarbone as he undid the buttons on your pants, yoinking them off with ease along with your panties.

Dark knelt down slowly, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. The hungry look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine, body aching all the time. He spread your legs with his big meaty claws and pressed his thick licky boi against your lady garden.

He teased your flesh pea, causing you to let out a whine. You felt pressure build inside of you with every swish and flick he made. As you were near the closest thing we'll get to heaven, Dark stopped.

"Awe, come on." You groaned as he stood up once more. He ripped his suit jacket off as well as his tie.

"Did you forget, darling?" He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, making you want to rip it off so you could see dem titties. "You're being punished. Stand up."

You obeyed and you quickly reached to rip off his shirt. He grabbed your wrists before you could and growled.

"I am in control here." He leaned in dangerously close to your face. You nodded and he let go of you. Once his shirt was off, you decided it was your turn to tease him.

Delicately, you ran your fingers across the hem of your shirt. You lifted it ever so carefully and you saw how impatient Dark was getting, letting out a giggle. When your shirt was finally over your head, Dark couldn't wait any longer. He reached out behind you and undid your bra before throwing it to the ground. It's a good thing he didn't rip it off or he'd be very dead. Bras are expensive, man.

"Bend over." He demanded and so you did. You heard Dark unbuckle his belt and his pants hit the floor. You looked back to see him opening up a condom wrapper and slipping it on his penor because safe sex is important. You don't want to be pregananant now, do you?

Holy fuck. You thought as you saw how big his fleshy stick of desire was. RIP (Y/N).

Once it was on, you turned your head back around and focused on the feeling of his tip teasing your wound that never healed. You tried to push yourself onto it, but he ripped himself away from you.

"What did I just say?" Dark snarled, smacking your ass sharply with his big meaty claw. You jumped in surprise, but enjoyed the sting nonetheless. (You little masochist). What a dom.

Dark brought his tip against your female meat palace once more and pressed himself in carefully. You felt yourself stretch to fit around him, which was almost uncomfortable at first. As he gripped your hips and slowly thrusted inside of you, you got used to his size.

You heard a knock on the door and froze, as did Dark. Mr. Warfstache walked in and you both stared at him in shock.

"Can I have a turn when you're done, old sport?" He smiled enthusiastically, pulling on his suspenders.

"No!" Dark growled, his grip on your hips tightened. "Now leave."

"You're no fun." Warfstache rolled his eyes and strolled on out. Before leaving he said, "(Y/N), you are more than welcome to take me up on that offer." He winked at you and shut the door.

Dark pulled out of you, the mood obviously killed by Warfstache's interference. He discarded the condom and redressed himself. You gathered your clothes as well, slipping them on as fast as possible.

You felt embarrassed that Mr. Warfstache saw all of that. Regret and shame filled your thoughts as you put on your last article of clothing. You couldn't believe that you had allowed him to take you so easily. Maybe this was a mistake. As you turned to leave, Dark's hand gently grasped your arm.

"Allow me to take you to dinner on Friday." He told you, rather than asked. Seeing your skeptical look, he continued. "You will no longer have any detention."

"What time?" You asked, happy that you could go to theater practice without worry.

"Six. Do you live in town?" He queried, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Yeah." You answered, wondering where he planned on taking you. "We could meet at Hautley's bend."

"Alright." He nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. You found that you liked it when he smiled.

"See you then, I guess." You smiled back and took your leave. Walking out of the school, you couldn't believe you just had sex with a teacher, especially Dark. This was just so unlike you, but the thing is, you would definitely be up for round two with him. You also thought about taking Mr. Warfstache up on his offer.

The more you thought about it, you realized that you were actually kind of excited to go on a date with Dark. He was mysterious and being around him gave you a sort of rush. You've never met anyone quite like him before.

Then again, why would he ask you on a date? He had already fucked you, so what could he possibly want now?

You'll find out soon enough.