NOTE: This is a first person chapter, using "I". If the story goes well, you may all decide on a name for the narrator. But for now, I will try to avoid saying a name or using y/n as that breaks the story up.
THE NARRATOR IS 19 YEARS OLD AND A SENIOR IN HS.
MR KENJI IS 23.
Sorry if this is badly written or progressed.
Last but not least, this story is pure smut.
Enjoy this legal smutty teacher x student BL
(Chapter 1 goes straight into it, sorry ;])
I went to Mr. Kenji's classroom. But the door was locked. How could I ever finish my test if he's not in there? But I had to try- I was failing his class. I knocked twice. I listened in. I hear a chair fall over and panting. After a bit of fumbling, the door unlocks. There is Mr. Kenji, his face a bright red, his clothes a mess.
"A-ah, it's you...what do you need?" He says, stuttering nervously. I look him up and down, taking in his form. He notices my gaze.
"You wanted to talk to me about extra credit, Kenji?" I say, my eyebrow raised in confusion.
"Oh, right, right...uhm...one second...stay out here..." He says, before scurrying off into the dark classroom. I peek into the class. His laptop is open, the screen bright. There are tissues and lotion...was he?...
"...Mr. Kenji? What were you doing?" I call out.
"M-moving heavy things!" He quickly says, a bit too loudly. I don't believe him.
"So, what's the lotion and tissue for? And laptop?..." My mind went to dirty things. But instead of silently shaming myself, I put the pieces together. I glance at him, a stuttering mess.
"Were you....?" I say, not needing to say it. He slowly nods, embarrassed.
"Please... don't tell anyone...I could get fired..." He stutters, looking down at the ground. Despite me failing his class, he was a good teacher. I had to get something out of this. And my dirty mind always wondered what he looked like below the belt...
"I won't...if I get something out of it." I say, with a smirk.
"What is it?" He says, clearly desperate to do anything.
"Well, it's two things. First, an A in the class..." I say, walking into the classroom. He nods.
"Y-yes, I can do that. And?..." He shifts his feet as I walk closer.
"And...I want to see what you've been touching..." I walk even closer, a few inches between us. His eyes widen.
"You mean my...?" He says, not wanting to say it.
"Your what, pretty boy?" I say. Kenji's eyes widen at the praise, a shiver down his spine.
"My...c-cock?..." He stutters, embarrassed to say the word.
"Mhm. Good grades and let me see your cock, and then I'll remember nothing about this encounter." I cross my arms, glancing down at his bulge he had previously been touching.
"...are you...serious?..." He looks at me.
"Mhm. Now, sit down in your official little teacher chair and show me." I say, putting on a dominanting tone. I couldn't believe it had escalated this quickly, but...I loved the submissiveness in who's supposed to be my authority. Now I was his.
He sits down in his chair, nervous. His eyes are on his bulge, rethinking his entire life choices. But then he looks up at me, my eyes sharp and my arms crossed, as I look at him. He practically melts. As he looks my body up and down, his hand moves to unbuckle his belt.