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Genre: holy fucking shit I wrote smut
Warnings: French, language kink, first time writing smut, daddy kink, bottom! Mitch, top! Preston, usage google translate because I sadly am not fluent in French, classroom sex,
~As you will see, translations are written in bold italics like this sentence is.~
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I rushed off towards the back off the school building, pushing past student after student. They were probably headed to their third period class, but I was skipping my study hall to see the boy with chocolate brown hair and beautifully crafted eyes known as my boyfriend. I watched as people darted out of my way, giving me knowing glances.
Most of the school knew about what Preston and I did everyday at 9:45 on the dot, and frankly we didn't care. That didn't stop us from entangling our limbs together and brutally screaming in the unused detention classroom. I rushed past everyone, knowing that Preston was probably already waiting for me. I glanced up at the clock.
9:44 am
I scramble into the door of the classroom, fumbling with the handle a bit.
"Eh bien, vous êtes en avance. Well you're early." Preston whispered, closing the door slowly and wrapping his arms around my waist. I smirked as his lips attached themselves to my neck, remarking my day old hickeys.
"Un tel moletons êtes- vous pas , bébé ? Vous aimez savoir que tout le monde pense que vous êtes une petite pute , ne vous? Such a filthy one aren't you, baby boy? You love knowing that everyone thinks you're a little whore, don't you?"
I taught Preston French a few months back after we both learned about our shared language kink. Now he's basically fluent and I get so flustered hearing his voice get huskier as he breathes onto my neck. I moaned in response, loving his controlling side.
"Hmm ? J'attends une putain de réponse. Hmm? I'm expecting a response whore." He growls, pushing me against the wall. He is still biting and sucking at my neck, renewing old hickeys that still haven't cleared up. At our rate now, I doubt they every will, but the thought makes every time more hot.
"Oui papa. J'aime être votre petite pute . S'il vous plaît , papa . Yes, daddy. I love being your little whore. Please, daddy." I whimpered as his hand palmed my erection slowly. I loved the teasing, but I had been waiting for him all day.
Preston pulled off my shirt and my pants, stripping himself afterwards.
"J'attends pour vous toute la journée, petit garçon. Arrêtons avec les taquineries , allons-nous ? I've been waiting for you all day, baby boy. Let's quit with the teasing, shall we?" I could only whimper in response, violently nodding and tugging at the elastic of his boxers.
He hastily pulled his boxers down, along with my own before bending me over the old unused desk. The room was dark, neither of us bothering with turning the lights on.
Preston's finger traced around my hole, which he always described as plump and tight. I doubt I would ever understand why he loved my tightness so much, due to my destiny as a power bottom. I wasn't complaining though, after your virginity is gone sex is rarely painful - unless that's what you're into.
"Ai-je besoin de vous préparer? Do I need to prepare you?" Preston asked from above me, moving his hand up and down my dick. I was moaning loudly, stuttering in attempts to respond.
"N-Non, papa. N-no, daddy." I moaned out. I wanted him so badly. I pushed my butt back into him, his hands gripping my small waist.
"Putain. Whore." Preston muttered under his breath, slamming into me without a second thought. I screamed, my nails clawing at the desk underneath us. Preston's hands laid on my waist, and he didn't even attempt to silence my screams of pleasure.
"S'il vous plaît , papa! Plus vite! Please, daddy! Faster!" I moaned. Immediately Preston picked up his pace, pounding into me with little to no mercy at all. That was the way we both liked it though, and I don't think anyone but the students in the room a few doors over were complaining. The room was filled with my screams of pleasure and Preston's constant, sexy groans.
"Papa! Je vais cum! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!" I begged, knowing both our ends were closing in on us sooner than we would like. Usually we could go for hours, but this was our only free period in school - besides lunch - so we had to keep things short. However, this was probably my favorite lesson of the day.
"Moi aussi , bébé. Allons y. Me too, baby boy. Let go." Preston leaned his head down and whispered to me in that husky, middle of sex voice I loved so much. My climax hit me like a wave as I screeched his name into the heated air surrounding us, probably driving the class next door absolutely fucking mad.
"Preston!" I cried out as my orgasm took over. My whole body shook, tensing at the sudden wave of pleasure. I knew Preston loved it when I screamed his name, showing him that I wasn't focused on just the pleasure and that I was focused on him as well.
"Mitch~" He moaned out as his climax came. Preston emptied into me, making me groan as he filled he pulled out and threw the condom in the garbage can.
We rushed to put on our clothes, kissing each other and sitting down at one of the desks to talk. I kissed Preston before glancing up at the clock.
10:40 am
We still had about 15 minutes before this class ended. And there we sat, post-sex talking, laughing and smiling - enjoying ourselves as a teenage couple. That's all I could really ask for.
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UmbreTheWriter are you proud of me?
Hope you kinky bastards enjoyed your smut
Bye.
