"So, darling. What about your job?" I look down at the man on his knees.
"... I'll quit it."
"And who will I see during the day?"
"..."
"You'll have to contain yourself at work, baby doll." I tease.
"Yes sir..."
"What's today?"
"...Tuesday?"
"Mhm. You don't get anything of mine yet. You need to go to work and work your ass off before you can eat mine out."
"Really?...I have to wait?..." He groans.
"Mhm. Now, you go ahead and grab your stuff. I'll get dressed while you eat, and then we can leave."
"Fine..." He groans again.
SCHOOL, 2ND HOUR
"Alright, class...uh... study or something. I need to finish the lesson plan..." Mr. Kenji says. He's a scatter brain today, no lesson plan, a stuttering mess. He can't focus knowing he's in the same building as me yet couldn't do anything about it. But he was glad he got back with me. Finally...but were we even together?
And then the bell rang. Again and again. Until 7th hour. Second to last hour of the day...but the same hour I was in. His mind went to static as students filed in, laughing and chatting. He dissociated, not realizing the students were all staring, confused.
"Mr. Kenji." A voice rings out. The same voice that had spoke softly and seductively that morning, was speaking, their voice loud and rough.
"Y-yes?"
"...class started like 3 minutes ago..."
"Ah, shit..." He mutters under his breath.
"Sorry about that, class. I don't have a lesson plan today, so you can study or talk. I don't care." As he says that, the students move desks and scooch closer into their respective groups. I am sat, alone. Reading.
"Ahem. What are you doing?" He says.
"Reading. What would you rather I fuck you?"
I tease, as quiet as a mouse.
"...continue reading."
"Yes, sir."
"...and see me after 8th."
"Yes, sir."
LATER, AFTER SCHOOL
"You're gonna pay for that, slut."
"Oh shut up." I say, holding him in a tight embrace. I kiss and nip at his neck.
He growls.
I laugh.
"You're so cute when you growl, darling~"
"...thank you..." He softens, his dominance completely gone at the praise. I sit on the couch and pat the side next to me. He lays down and puts his head on my lap. I start gently stroking his hair, whispering sweet nothings and praise.
"You're beautiful, darling. And your eyes, god..."
"R-really?... I'm not beautiful though..." Kenji closes his eyes so I can't see them.
"Nonsense, love. Your eyes are like the ocean." I stroke his cheek as his eyes flutter open.
"Aww... you're too sweet to me."
"Hey, how would you like to go on a date with me?"
"Oh my god, yes."
"You're like a teen girl, I can't believe you're my teacher."
"... stop rubbing it in..." He whines.
"Ice cream?"
"Fuck off." He grumbles.
"I'll take that as a yes, come on baby." I say. He responds with grunts, a stubborn yes.
"Why so stubborn?"
"Because I fucking love you, dipshit..."
"Teachers shouldn't cuss."
"Yes, sir..."