an evening with mr. dun (josh dun x reader)

Part 6

it was monday morning. you had somehow managed to throw a party which your mother was oblivious to. but you had a good time and there was no need to worry about anything. on your way to school, you could tell amanda was anxious to say something but sat there silently. 

"what? i know youre dying to say something. just spill," you say. 

she sighs, "alright. i want details." she smirks. 

"what details," you ask confused. 

"you know," she raises her eye brows up and down, "with eric." her grin grows even wider. 

you start to blush, "what do you want to know."

"how big was he? like tick tak orrrr like the size of my arm," she couldnt help but blush herself. she wanted all the juicy details, which you were nervous to give. 

you giggle, "id say average, i guess. maybe a little bigger." 

"oooooo," she smiles devilishly at you. the bus comes to a stop and everyone pushes to get off and into the school.  

"you got any weed on you," you turn to amanda. 

"shit. sorry i dont. we smoked the last of it on saturday," she frowns. 

"that's alright. ill just have to endure the morning classes without it," you shrug. 

"jesus christ," amanda yelps, followed by a cackle that most certainly belonged to eric. "i fucking hate you. dont sneak up on me like that," she growls.

"yall ready for another week of this shit hole," eric asks wrapping his arms around both of you. 

"nope. and especially not without any mary j," you shrug. the bell rings. "ugh fuck, i'll see you later eric," you say heading to class with amanda following. 

you were kinda excited about your detention with mr. dun. the day had just ended so you were on your way to his classroom. you peeked your head inside and he was on his phone with his feet up on the desk. "uh hi, mr. dun," you say as you walk in. 

"oh hello, ms. y/l/n," mr. dun places his phone down on the desk and stands up to shut the door. you place your things down on the desk and wait for further instruction from him. 

"im going to have you complete this worksheet. if you need any help, feel free to ask," he says placing a sheet of paper on your desk. after only completing a few of the questions about the current novel you were reading in class, you get stuck on one that just made no sense to you, letting out a long sigh. 

"bring the paper here," he says. you stand up and and bring the paper and a chair over to mr. duns desk to show him what you were stuck on. he tries to explain the question but you just couldn't stop staring at him. being this close to him always gives you butterflies. he notices your misplaced attention, "y/n, your mind seems to be somewhere else." he gently places a hand on your lower thigh. 

"i uh im listening,"you try not to acknowledge the fact that he had his hand on you. 

"you sure? 'cause we can always... take a break," he runs his hand a little higher up your thigh, and you let out a shudder. you look at him pleadingly and he smiles. he swiftly lifts you out of the chair and into his lap. "you wanna start that alternative assignment," he winks. 

"mhm," you nod your head biting your bottom lip. 

"dont be nervous," he brushes your hair behind your ear. "can i kiss you," he whispers in your ear. you nod your head in response. "use your words babygirl," he coos. 

"yes," you whisper. 

"whats my name," he looks deep into your eyes. 

"yes, daddy," you answer. and with that he pulls you in close for a kiss, it quickly turning passionate. he pulls away, giving you little kisses all down your neck. you moan when he meets your sweet spot. you feel him smile against your skin. you were growing impatient, so you grind on his lap. then he stops.

"mmm. not so fast baby. who's in charge here." 

"you are daddy." 

"thats right. so you will do as i-" your phone rings cutting him off. 

"oh shit its my mom. shes here to pick me up," you start to sit up but mr. dun pulls you back down into his lap. 

"shall we continue this tomorrow," he looks at the ground then up into your eyes. 

"definitely," you blush a little, "goodbye mr. dun." you grab your things and leave. 

"hi hun. how was your day," your mom greets you as you sit down in the passengers seat. 

"it was fine," you put on your seat belt.

"so you never really told me what you're doing after school for the next two weeks," your mom pulls out of the parking lot. 

"mr. dun, my english teacher, is tutoring me. i'm having some trouble with the current assignments so he's just helping me with it," you reply. 

she nods her head in response, "thats great. i'm glad you're getting help with your work," she smiles proudly at you. 

it felt wrong to deceive your mom into thinking you were actually getting work done after school, but you didn't care. 

you couldn't wait to start your "alternative assignment".