Out of all the people, I get to have extra classes for art. I'm good at drawing so why do I need this? I have no fricking idea.
But I have it anyways so what choice do I have?
I walk into the room with sir just sitting on his chair where he usually sits and watched us.
"Oh great, finally you're here. Starting to think you bailed or something" He stood up.
I clenched my fist trying not to show any anger or blah blah. I'm not a student who hates a teacher, no no, that's wrong. I just dislike them with a hint of anger. There's a difference.
I sit back on a faraway desk from him and pull out whatever I need. This wouldn't be so awkward if it was the whole class but it's just him and me for the whole 3 hours in one building, away from all the teachers and students, also away from all the staff. So one whole building alone with this guy.
Not imagining something weird but this feels very, very gay.
A couple minutes past and he's just there with his phone and earbuds. I'm barely done with my sketch,
But this is just boring if you're drawing without classmates bothering you everywhere. I'm not used to this quiet art class.
I stopped and sighed for a while to crack my knuckles because well sketching isn't as easy as it seems.
"Anything wrong yuki?" He stands up.
Wow he actually has the effort to stand up because for the couple minutes I've been here, he just asked me to draw some painting by an artist, only it's 'inappropriate' while he just sits there with earbuds doing who knows fricking what.
He stands behind me and lowering his height to my neck, scanning what I've sketched. His hands go onto my shoulder and down my arm.
"This is great, yeah. Mm, try shading this for more texture" He explains but my mind wasn't with his words, it was with his hands. His hands kept moving down until it reaches my thighs.
What the hell is he doing, I'm pretty sure he felt me shiver when I felts his hands. I spring of the chair and quickly act like I dusted of my pants. "Sorry, I thought I felt a bug"
I sat back down as he continued to make his height on my neck. I could feel his hot minty breath on my neck. Damn fuck my weird kinks.
Without my control, I weirdly soft sound comes from throat. Tell me I did not.
I did not just moan. I did fucking not.
End me, right now. Here please. Just end me.
He does it again, and again as my moans get louder. Damn I'm in serious trouble.
"You like that?" I heard, whispered huskily on my ear. My movement was frozen, with his hands on my thighs, I couldn't do anything. I quickly squeeze my thighs as my hands move fast to the middle. "You do like that, don't you?" He licks my ear.
I shook my head but my red face tells different. His large hands rubs it from against my pants. "Your moans kind of tell me otherwise, you don't have to lie."
Feeling his tongue on my neck going everywhere drives me insane. He pulls away my chair, catching me and immediately presses his body against mine while leaning me on the table.
"Are you hard, Yuki?" He says smirking.
I couldn't speak a word. Couldn't move, my body didn't want to deny it any longer. Why was I turned on by all this?
I felt it, his bulge on my back while his hands sneaks around my pants, unzipping and pulling down every piece of clothing slowly and finally pulling it out. The noises it made when he starts rubbing it with his fingers, so lewd. Maybe it's just me, everything seems hot and blurry. I never felt this good before.
"You came just like that?" He whispers.
I couldn't focus on anything, I suddenly felt my pants and other clothing was yanked off of me. Wet fingers circling in and out of my hole.
"That felt good right? Now it's my turn" It's all I heard before a rushing pain shocks me from behind. My body falling but he catches.
His voices echoing throughout the room loudly making me squeeze him inside. As I scream out 'sir', his moans getting louder while it made me harder. "Squeeze it tighter." He wraps his big hands around my neck, tightening it. It's hard to breathe yet I crave for more.
Fuck this feels good.
His skin clapping against mine, in and out very harshly. Moans heard from both of us. One hand on my neck, choking me, turning me on while the other slap my ass hard I could feel it sting.
"That drawing shouldn't be a problem, right babyboy?" He thrusts in. "Let's do this sketch you've done, it's not a problem right? Only, I get to fill you up." The pain shocks harder and harder. Without said, my mind goes corrupted and my boy takes over. Making my every movement out of my control. My body moves back and forth following his rhythm. Atlast, we both reached our climax.
Heavy breaths from both of as we finished. I could feel all the liquid pouring out as he pulled away making me plop on the floor.
"Well this is a treat" He smiles.
"Shut" I lay on the floor exhausted and in pain.
"I could tell you enjoyed it though, with all your cute mo-"
"Wow! This is tiring, I'll head home now" I say trying to stand up.
"Not so fast kitty, We have 1 and half more hour" He smirks.
Aw shit.
