#Dirty Teacher

[samandcolbyownme]

This one shot will include a teacher!Reader x student relationship. Just move along if it’s not for you.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, reader is a few years older than Chris, heavy flirting, tension, angsty, kissing, hair pulling, slightly rough actions, biting, scratching, oral (both), unprotected sex, general filth

Word Count: 2.9k | unedited

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It was hard being a young professor at the university.

Always having to deter guys away from flirting with you. Having to ignore comments that are made towards you. The other, older professors trying to make passes while meeting with you one on one so you can answer their ‘questions’.

You just got used to it, constantly going through the motions as each day passed. Eventually, it became like muscle memory.

Until one day, one student changes everything for you.

You had no control over the feelings that had creeped in. No control over the smile that you fought so hard to keep off of your face each time you made eye contact with him, and it grew harder and harder by the days.

It also doesn’t help that he makes sure to get there early to grab the seat right up front in the middle.

Every. Single. Day.

“I expect to see the homework I’m assigning, done and on my desk tomorrow morning.” You look around, “It’s easy work, seriously.”

The class chuckles and you glance at Chris who’s looking down on his phone, “Something important Mr. Sturniolo?” You walk around the front of your desk and lean against it.

“No, not really.” He smirks and you nod slowly, “Mm, alright then.” You rest your hands on the desk beside you, “I guess that is it for today. I will, hopefully, see you all tomorrow.”

You turn around, dragging the strewn papers across your desk into a pile.

It didn’t take long for the room to empty out, or so you thought it was empty.

“Ms. Y/l/n.”

You turn around, laughing slightly, “Chris, this is college. You don’t have to-“

“I like it.” He shrugs, his peaking out to run along his bottom lip, “I was just wondering if I could get some extra help?”

You smirk, “Chris, your grade are.. perfect. What help do you need?”

His eyes glide down your body as he thinks of something quick, “I, um. The essay.” You raise your brows and tilt your head, “I’m going to let you in on a little secret, okay.”

You motion with your finger for him to come closer, and he walks towards you, “Yes, Ms. Y/l/n?”

You lean in, “There’s this magical place called a library. Full of books and knowledge. All you have to do is pick one under the genre of your choosing, and write something based on that book.”

He smiles and good god, you feel your knees wiggle.

“Right, right.” He steps back, “Just thought I’d give it a try.” He walks back to his seat and grabs his bag, “See you tomorrow.”

As he walks up the steps, you sigh, “Chris, wait.”

He stops, turning around on his heel, “Yes?”

“If you pick a book today, I’ll go over it with you tomorrow after class.” You watch as he nods, fighting back a smirk, “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” You nod and watch as he leaves, letting out a sigh before turning to gather the rest of your things.

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The rest of the night you kept thinking about the interaction between you and your student, knowing damn well what he was doing.

And you were letting it happen.

The next day in class, Chris decided to wear his glasses, which only made it harder for you to give your attention to the other students, focus on what you’re trying to teach even though it was projected onto the big screen behind you.

“Before, I click to the next slide, who can tell me how the black plague was spread, bonus if you can tell me how many people were affected.”

You look around, “anyone?”

You see Chris raise his hand and you motion, “I’m going to say, rats.”

You nod, “You would be correct. Rats played a massive part in killing..” you shrug, “How many people?”

“A lot.” Chris answers, earning laughs from the class.

“I mean, you’re not wrong, but I’m looking for a number.” You laugh slightly, “Or a rough estimate I should say.”

Another person raises the hand and you point, “Yes, Jay.”

“Over a few million.”

You nod, “Close.” You turn around clicking to the next slide, “Over seventy five million people were affected and died by the plague.”

The day goes on and soon enough, it’s just you and Chris.

“Did you find a book?” You ask as you sit down at your desk. He sits down on the other side of your desk and shuffles through his bag, “I did, I just have to- ah ha.”

He pulls out the book and lays it on the desk, “Here it is.” He slides it over and you reach out, your hand brushing along his.

You glance up, his eyes already on you and you smile, “Good book.”

“You’ve read it before?” He tilts his head, reaching up to push up his glasses and you nod, “I sure have.”

There was tension. Obvious, tension.

You knew it was wrong.

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, feeling like this.

But trouble has never looked so fine.

“Chris.” You laugh slightly, “What are you doing here? I don’t think you need any help.” He leans back, arms rested on the chair, “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is..” you take a deep breath, “I don’t think you’ve cracked this book open enough to need help.”

He smirks, “Yeah, I haven’t even opened it.”

You laugh, “So.. what you can do..” you lean forward, pulling off a sticky note, “crack open the book, and if you need any help..”

You press the note with your number on it down onto the book, “Text me.”

He bites his lip and nods, “Thank you.”

You nod, “Anytime.”

He shoves the book back into his back and leaves, leaving you to sit and wonder along in the silence.

Later that night, as you’re settled down onto your couch, reading one of your favorite books, your phone goes off.

You smirk before you reach forward, your face dropping in disappointment when you see it’s another coworker trying to get you to say yes to a date.

You ignore it, swiping it away from your screen.

As you go to set your phone back down, an unsaved number pops up.

Hello Ms. Y/l/n. It’s Chris.

You bite your lip, pulling your phone towards you and resting your hands on your book as you type.

What can I help you with, Chris?

You save his contact and by the time you’re done, he’s already responded.

I cracked open this book, just like you said to do.

You bite your lip, taking a deep breath.

Can you wait until after class on Monday?

You chew your thumb nail anxiously, “No, no.” You shake your head, typing up another text, but you stop when Chris’s text comes through.

I really don’t think I can wait any longer, Ms. Y/l/n.

I could really use the help tonight if you’re available.

Your breath is shaky, you knew what you wanted to say, but also knew that if you did that, you’re not only putting yourself at risk, but Chris, too.

Before you could even think, you texted him your address.

Make sure one know sees you come up.

You stand up, pacing back and forth, “shit, shit. This is actually happening.” You quickly move to start picking up your apartment. It was already clean, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to keep your mind occupied until you got that text.

Soon enough, your phone goes off.

I’m here, on my way up.

You walk over to the door, looking out of the peep hole until you see him. You open your door and he walks right in.

You could tell he wasn’t here to go over his book, or have any of his school questions answered. He didn’t even have his backpack.

“Thanks for inviting me over.” He smiles and looks around, “Nice place.”

“Thank you, Chris.” You smile and flip the lock on your door, “So what can I do for you?”

He takes a deep breath, smirking as he motions to you, “It’s weird seeing you in sweatpants and a tee shirt. You’re usually dressed up.”

You laugh slightly, glancing down, “I change into them as soon as I get home from teaching.”

“I like it when you dress up. You always look so pretty.” Chris steps towards you, “But there’s just something about the coffee stain on your sweats that make this even better.”

“Oh gosh, I didn’t even-“

Your words are cut short by Chris quickly closing the space between the two of you with his lips on yours.

You kiss him back until you push your hands on his chest, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Chris licks his lips, giving you a shrug, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

He closes the space again and slides his hands down to your hips, “I promise.”

You slide your hands to his neck, tilting your head to the side as his lips move down yours, “Fuck.” You breathe out, “You are such a bad idea.”

He leans back, shaking his head slightly, “You don’t like bad ideas?”

You let out a sigh, “I like bad ideas. Just, only when they look like you.” You re-close the space, pushing him to walk back towards the couch.

He sits down, pulling you into his lap. His hands slide back to your ass as you kiss down his neck.

“Fuck.” Chris groans out as you grind down onto him, his grip on your ass tightening, “Roll over.” You oblige, rolling over to lay on the couch on your back.

Chris slips out from under your legs and takes off his sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor before his white tank disappears from his body, too.

He drops down to his knees, leaning over the couch as he slips his fingers into the bands of your panties and sweatpants, “when I zone out in class…” Chris pulls them down, kissing the newly exposed skin, “I think about you, sitting on your desk, with your legs over my shoulders.”

You gasp, reaching down to slide your hand into his hair, your fingers tangle his hair around them, “Fuck.”

He pulls the clothing over your feet and drops them, pushing your one leg towards the back of the couch, “You just look so fucking sexy in those skirts you wear, Ms. Y/l/n.”

“You can use my first name, Chris.” You glance down at him and he reaches up to take off his glasses, “I’ll call you, whatever you want, ma.”

He leans in, ripping moans from your lips as his tongue glides up your core to your clit. His tongue flicks against it a few times before wrapping his lips around it to suck.

“Fuck, fuck. Yes.” You arch your back, the heel of your foot digging into his upper back, “Feels so.. good!”

He groans against you, his tongue dragging back down to slip into your aching hole. You groan, tugging on his hair as he earns louder moans from you.

His hands grip your hips, moaning against you as he slides one over to press his fingers onto your clit and rubs slowly.

“Fuck, fuck, yes yes yes.” You pant, gasping out as clench around his tongue. You pull him up, leaning forward to kiss him as he positions himself between your knees.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, your hands sliding down and dragging your nails back up his back.

He groans into your mouth and reaches down to push his sweats down. You spread your legs more and he looks down to line his cock up with you.

You watch as the tip of his cock slips in and your eyes roll back, your head falling back as he slides in the rest of the way.

His hand cups your cheek while his other holds his weight up, “Fuck, ma.” He kisses up and down your neck, “you feel so good around me.”

You moan at his words, moaning loudly as he starts to thrust. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you tug his hair at the nape of his neck with the other.

He groans, “Fuck, fuck.”

You tighten your legs around his waist, arching your back, “Fuck, I’m g-“ you moan, “I’m so close.”

He brushes hair from your face, his head handing down to rest against yours. Your moans mix together and you gasp, clenching his cock like your life depends on it, “Yesyesyes.”

You create more red lines on his back, “Chris, Chris.” You pant out, “Fuck, yes.”

You come undone around him, whimpering out as he guides you through your high, “You look so pretty when you’re a mess under me.”

His lips connect with yours and his thrusts pick up, moaning into your mouth as he slides his hand up to your neck, squeezing slightly as he leans his head back, “I want you to ride me.”

You nod, sitting up as he move to sit down. You take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest to him, and you straddle him.

He bites his lip as he rests his head back, his hands tight in your waist as you sink back down onto his cock with a moan.

“Fuck, ma.” He slides his hands up to squeeze and knead your boobs, “You’re so hot.”

He leans in and you lean in, your lips connected in a heated make out. Your hands slide to his cheeks, cupping them as you bounce up and down.

His hands slide back down your sides and he lays his head back again. You kiss down his neck, biting and sucking a small mark into his skin, “You’re so hot.”

He groans at your words, bucking his hips up with a grunt, “Shit, ma. Gonna make me cum.”

“That’s the goal, right?” You smirk, head tilting back as you sink all the way down, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You drag your nails down his chest, whining out as you start bouncing again.

He thrusts his hips up again, moaning as his arm slides around your waist, “Just like that, baby. Just..” he groans, bucking his hips upward, “Like that..”

He leans in, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You moan as his tongue flicks against it, your hands tangling in his hair, “Fuck, Chris.”

You tilt his head up, crashing your lips onto his.

“I’m close, baby.” He warns, “Where do you want me?”

“Let me off and I’ll show you.”

His grip releases from your body and you bounce a few more times before quickly moving to your knees on the floor.

You waste no time in leaning forward and sucking on the tip of his cock. Your hand pumping what isn’t in your mouth.

You take more of him in, bobbing your head as your hand twists with ease from the slick on his cock.

He pants, whimpering out as he places a hand on the back of your head, “Fuck, fuck.” He throws his head back, bucking his hips as you feel him twitch within your grasp.

You swallow his cum, groaning lowly as you lick around to clean his cock.

You lean back, breathing heavy as you slide your hands down his thigh. He tilts his head up, his chest rapidly rising and falling, “I’ve always wanted to fuck a teacher.”

You laugh as you reach over to grab your shirt, “Have you?”

You toss him his shirt and he gives you a funny look.

“What?” You ask as you slip your shirt on over your head. Chris shakes his head, “Nothing, I just..” he chuckles slightly, “Didn’t think this was going to be a one and done thing, you know?”

You stand up, moving to slip on your sweats, “I don’t remember telling you that.”

He looks up at you with a smirk, “You didn’t.”

“Hmm. Guess that’s a good thing then right?” You sit down next to him and he lifts his hips to pull his sweats up, “I would say so.”

You turn towards him and sigh, “No one can know about this, Chris. You know that right?” He nods, “Why would I want something like this ruined?”

He reaches over, tucking hair behind your ear, “I plan on keeping you all to myself, Ms. Y/l/n.”

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[notaplaceofhonour]

Miku Expo & Coachella 2024

[shiro41]

Fucking My Teacher- GOJO SATORU

Summmary: Fucking your sleeping teacher is bad enough but waking him up while doing it?

WARNINGS: Somnophilia, blowjob, degration, dirty talk, noncon(?), 1 slap, using of names (bitch, slut, etc.), teacher-student, breeding if you squint, belly buldge, virgin!reader, hint of size kink, yandere!reader

Note: this is an old work for my friend..thought might post something since it's valentines...yeah- im late.

The soft breaths that left his mouth quietly felt as you hovered your finger on his lips. The Ghostly touch of his delicate skin and rested face made your cheeks tint a rosy color.

His worn mask was nowhere to be seen and the usual black attire he wears often at school was replaced with a comfortable T-shirt and boxers that hugged the curve of his waist, exposing the plush of his muscular thighs and shaved legs.

The scent of his perfume lingered despite the newly changed clothes, it clung on his skin like glue and his tufts of white scattered around the fluff of his pillow.

Admist the darkness of his room that's illuminated by the natural light of the moon, you can still see the beauty of this man. Your featherlight touch continued to drag across from his delicate features to his hard muscles that peaked and teased you from the confines of his shirt.

Swallowing a thick load of saliva, you got up from your position before giving the defenseless man a kiss goodnight on his forehead, leaving as fast as a cool breeze with no evidence to trace about someone's presence other than your beloved.

A palpitating heart and cold fingers combine with heated cheeks and whirled stomach, the very thought of Satoru drives you to insanity full of desire and love for your snow white teacher.

The figment of Satoru telling you sweet nothings and holding you close to him more than just a platonic teacher-student relationship makes you drool at the thought. The ecstasy you always feel whenever Gojo's soft skin makes contact with your own, sending you to a state of Euphoria.

You've yearned for his attention, yearned for the feeling of the sweet flying butterflies that whirled in your stomach like a tornado and hungered for his affection.

The small bag containing minor objects that belonged to your teacher was a reminder of how much you love him, the stashed collection of things he has bought and gave on your abode served as a sign of your undying affection for your white haired teacher, Gojo.

The vivid image of his calm breathing from earlier synced with the thrust of your fingers, the audible squelching sound of your juice coated finger and the suppressed moans that dare escape your lips was a reminder how much you lust over your mentor.

Your legs shook with the way your pussy walls clenched against your fingers, sheets coated in white as you felt the Ecstasy of the orgasm. Gojo's unsuspecting faces and stolen photos scattered around your bed like reviewers, surrounding your pleasure filled figure as you continued to suck on your fingers, tongue swirling and unintentionally biting the skin.

The smell of your mentor's freshly washed underwear hitting your nose as you salivate with the idea of Satoru's length shoved down your throat, thrusting in a pace that would leave you in tears, leaking like a broken faucet underneath him.

Your restrained moans and small cries of Gojo's name that became a chant as your fingers slid in and out, stretching the overstimulated vagina that yearned for Gojo's dick.

The loud puffs and pants as you rode out your second orgasm for the night followed by a meek call of his name as your body collapsed from the intense session of masturbation, the bed creaking along the way.

You could feel the wetness in your abdomen, caused by the cum that seeped into the thick covers of your bed. The cloth that Stuck on your mouth was centimeters away from you, a visible wet patch from your saliva and stretched visage of your fingers going deep within your throat.

"Gojo..."

Although sensitive and tired, you pushed yourself to clean up after the mess of your pleasure filled session thinking about your teacher in a way so sinful the devil could not accept in hell.

Morning rolled around for you to attend school with your classmates, greeting Nobara with a bubbly persona and Itadori as you three chit chatted about certain things. Megumi was unfortunately sent to a mission to exorcist curses directly commanded by your teacher, Gojo.

Said man barged into the room with a grin, his towering figure spreading as he made himself welcome despite the late arrival. You found yourself in a reverie about your teacher's flexing fingers, finding them incredibly attractive with the way it curled and straightened with every movement.

You wondered what it would feel like to grip on your thighs and plunge it deep within your sweet pussy, maybe slap the folds and rub your aching clitoris.

The very thought of it makes you shudder and let out a breath, the shaky sigh and quiet rampaging imaginaries you've fantasized about your teacher made you rub your thighs together. How sinful, aroused in class fantasizing about Gojo who seemed to be oblivious—like any other students with you—about your undying lust and love.

"(Name)!"

With a sudden call of your name from his lips and the touch of his hands on your shoulder, the gasp that escaped you and the shiver of your whole body was evident to everybody. It was clear you weren't paying attention to their current topic, too busy undressing Gojo with your eyes.

"Are you alright? Something bothering you, hmm?"

"It's nothing, Gojo.."

"Oh come on, you can tell me! Is it a boyfriend?"

What a tease. Behind the black fabric of his blindfold was his blue eyes that will stare deep within your soul and you knew he was checking your well-being as of now behind his mask.

With an annoyed huff and furrowed brows, you pushed your teacher away to create a space. However, his hands caught your wrists and that alone made your heart skip a beat or two.

His touch was firm yet soft, almost securing you like a fragile package. His hands wrapped snugly around your wrists and you wondered if this is the equivalent of his touch when he's bedding a woman.

"G-get off me, stupid teacher! It's none of your business if I'm thinking of someone!"

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

You exclaimed, cheeks flushed with tints of pink and glare hotter than the hot summer air. Despite your mini tantrum, your mentor's teasing grin did not dissipate. Instead, it grew to a mischievous smirk that you knew won't end well.

"Care to tell us who?"

The day ended with teasing, Nobara and Itadori's curiosity seeped out of them like overflowing waters. Their arms would cling into the fabric of your uniform like leeches as Gojo's angelic voice sung like an angel from heaven in the background, adding salt to the wound he caused with his mischief.

At the comfort of your room, your stare lingered at the skin of your wrists. Gojo's touch still present despite the fact it's physically absent, love was an understatement to describe what you felt during that moment. It was rather blissful, satisfying.

addicting.

The late of the night didn't make your eyes shut with sleepiness, the overwhelming desire to fuck your teacher rivaled the drowsiness. At an ungodly hour, you've snuck once again at his humble abode with quiet steps and careful movements. The stealth of your figure could compare to a feline's; light and quick.

The familiar door that you've come to know as your beloved teacher's greeted you, blocking whatever is happening inside which you knew by heart. The soft jiggle of the doorknob and a disturbing creak didn't awaken the man who snored blissfully in his bed, covers a mess and position laid out similar to a starfish. The sight made the insides of your body shiver in a pleasant manner.

As per usual, you stared at his defenseless figure completely drinking up the sight of his relaxed state. Oh, how you wish you could just kiss those parted lips and silence the small snores that escape them, feel the flesh of his skin and cup the softness of his cheeks.

"Satoru..."

A breath, you found yourself straddling him. Hovering over his sleeping body with the familiar dancer performing in your eyes; Lust. His breaths harmonize with your heavy pants, touch featherlight against the thin fabric of his garments. Your eyes stayed focused on his covered ones, white lashes at rest that you want to kiss.

Morals and values were not in your book, so does resistance. With a soft bite of your lip, a deep breath and a quick pull, you knew it was too late to go back down and beg for whatever deity you believed in to forgive your sins.

With all its glory revealed your teacher's rested cock, you could feel the blood circulating at the area of your nose as you continued to strip the fabric off his sleeping figure. Slowly, intimately and sinfully.

"Fuck, you're built like god's favorite."

You whispered, softly fluffing his hair and a kiss on his forehead before you retracted and focused on the meaty length that settled in between his muscular thighs. You suppressed a moan, it was better than you pictured. All the pornography you watched late at night, wishing it was his engorged flesh plunging deep into your velvety walls was not comparable to the cock of Gojo Satoru.

The desire to touch and taste his dick was immense, thanking whatever exists above that this man turns off his infinity while asleep. Your pink muscle experimented around the area of his pink tip, swirling it like a lollipop and licking it like chocolate on a spoon. It wasn't as tasty as you expected, it didn't feel like it was supposed to be judging from the adult videos you've seen, however, the tingles and collywobbles confessed how you enjoy pleasing the sleeping man.

A small groan was let out, halting your movement to look over the man who's still thankfully asleep. One could not fathom how low and dirty you swooped in to taste and love this majestic human underneathe you. Diving deeper into the depths of his length, you've managed to suck the muscle that turned slightly stiff overtime.

The head was now slightly hitting your throat, choking and gagging at the thick muscle that snuggly fit in your stretched wet cavern.

You could've sworn the man woke up in a daze before succumbing to sleep a few times before you let go of his now saliva covered dick, liquid dripping on his thighs as his cock stood up like a proud man after your inexperienced performance. Of course, he deserved to be your first in everything.

"Satoru... you're so...mph.."

Staring yet again at his relaxed expression, completely unaware of your doings to his unconscious body. The wet patch on the thin fabric of your panties only grew larger by the minute, it sought to be touched and pleasured, alas, your hands were as busy as your mouth; giving Gojo an inexperienced blowjob in his sleep.

A sigh and a small stutter of your hips when you took off the wet underwear and touched the bundle of nerves that waited to be pleasured, the heat on your cheeks couldn't be any hotter with the way you touched yourself on top of your mentor. It was humiliating but that humiliation was overpowered by the desire and lust to fuck your teacher, have your cunt suck his penis dry of white substances. It made your spine shudder with excitement.

With a hungered lick and a few strokes on his stiff cock, you dare to lead the pulsating tip to your soft folds— teasing yourself with the sensation of his dick on the surface of your sopping vagina. How naughty of you to take advantage of your sleeping teacher, fucking yourself with his aroused member. The slight groans and shifts of his made your body run cold in a pleasant manner, the thrill of waking him up keeps your adrenaline going and heart in a pace of a running man's.

A rather low and restrained moan passed by the guards of your lips as your soaked private suck and ate his throbbing length without any problem with the exception of the discomfort of it stretching your inexperienced hole.

Of course, you believed he's the only man to deserve and experience your divine pussy and take your sacred virginity even when unconscious, the thought of another man's penis taking you makes you shiver in disgust. It was Gojo's and Gojo's only. No one else. So, when you finally settled and felt the burning fire that bloomed as your walls was forced to stretch to a foreign object inside you that's definitely thicker and longer than what your fingers could reach and curl, you softly bounced on his hips.

The feeling of his length softly entering and exiting your hole that morphed into the shape of him was more than heaven, it was paradise.

It felt addicting, it felt satisfying. All you could do was take it in, enjoy the pleasure that it gave despite the minor discomfort it gave and drink up the moments that are rarer than a diamond gem. Sharp intakes of air and soft whispers was all you could do, doing your best not to moan too loud and wake the sleeping man beneath you.

"Satoru, Satoru...! Haah...so good..!"

"I love you so much, I'd kill and die for you...your cock is so big..god!"

Gradually, your pace got quicker as your huffs became louder, almost evident to the cold air that surrounded your heated body. Hand on your mouth, screwing it shut tight and eyes teary with the way his dick thrusted in you as you bounced like a cowgirl on a bull's back. Your toes curled up on the sheets, the nails of your fingers digging on your skin to form small crescent moons and occasionally scratch the delicate flesh.

"Fuck...Satoru!"

"I'm.... I'm....fucking god!"

A silent scream and a stutter of your whole body, creamy and thick white semen overflowed from the inside of your cunt. Your vision faded to black as the earth seemingly stopped to witness your pleasure filled expression, inaudible whines and sobs as your teeth buried deep in your skin to silence the volume of your bliss.

The feeling of incredible strength of a fist tying your hair at the back of your head and a deep, sleepy chuckle made your blood run as cold as Russia's snow. Is this how a deer feels when exposed to headlights? You thought to yourself, stunned by the sudden awakening of your teacher.

"How's your experience so far, sweetheart?"

"G-gojo! It's uhm.."

The situation itself was unexplainable, the feelings you harboured for your mentor were unexplainable. Everything about your doings was unexplainable.

"Now, now, (name). I bet you've enjoyed everything that has happened so far. But, you do know everything you've done is wrong, don't you?"

Was he going to lecture you? That's the best thing that could happen as of now, you think. He's probably going to report you to the jujutsu headquarters or just send you to the police to repent your unforgivable sins. All this happening with his dick still inside, drenched with your dripping cum on the sides of your thighs and his to the sheets of his bed.

"Don't you deserve to be punished?"

The question sounded more like a statement, you felt his grip from behind your head tighten. His other hand is finding a way to your jaw that's dried with your own saliva from the session, ever so slightly pressing the smallest amount of strength that felt like a guard to keep your mouth from lapping anything that belongs to and is on him.

"How naughty of you, (Name)."

He whispered, sending spooky chills throughout your whole body. You waited for his next move, accepting whatever he will do to you like a good obedient girl that's been tamed by the fine hands of her teacher. You've already eaten the forbidden fruit, it was just a matter of time for you to face the consequences of your actions but you did not expect to be caught midway of committing it.

A surprised yelp and a jerk of your body left your soul flying to heaven as his hips rutted without a word, squelching noise audible to both of you as his balls came into contact with your skin. Hands flying to his shoulders for support as he continued without a word uttered for you to prepare, stuffing you with his meaty length vigorously.

"Ah-ah! Sat—Gojo! Please stop I'm sensitive!"

"What happened to 'Satoru', baby? Are you too shy to utter my name now?"

With your teacher's strength, he flipped the both of you. Now underneath him, you could see the oceanic spheres that danced with sinful lust and sadism that matched the smirk on his lips. His hand wrapped around your wrists rather tightly, almost making blood circulation stop in that particular area from the raw strength he possesses.

Hips continue to plunge deep inside you with the speed of a beast that makes the bed creak in a noisy manner as it hits the wall every time Gojo's cock disappears into your body.

"Ah! Satoru! Satoru! Satoru!"

You could only whine and sob, the intensity of your pussy being assaulted with his dick was better than earlier. He truly is an experienced man, making you cry out in pleasure as you willingly submit to be his whore of a student. Your legs are forced to be spread wide and dangle on his shoulders, having deeper access to hit every crevice of your heated walls.

From the Orgasm you had earlier and your teacher's intense pace and rough thrusts, your poor inexperienced vagina could only handle so much stimulation that it made you scream in ecstasy when you felt the gush of juices painting Gojo's length white, legs shaking from the shockwaves and seeing dots of white and black as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"Came already? But we are only just getting started."

"Ngh...Satoru I don't think—"

"You will. Whether you like it or not, you will be taking my dick like a desperate bitch you are. Are we clear?"

You could only respond with a single sob and cry, having no other choice but to take him in despite the overwhelming pleasures your body can't handle.

"Speak!"

A slap on your cheek.

"(Name), don't be a bitch now. Come on, speak and tell me your answer."

Vehement thrusts are what greeted you like no tomorrow, you felt the burning sensation of his harsh touch on your swollen cheek as his eyes glared down at you with a glowing fire of lust.

"Y-yes Satoru!"

You mustered, too fucked up to even form a single phrase. You could feel the wetness of your juices and Gojo's leaking from your hole that's been filled with yours and his rich, white semen. His length continued to assault you glistening pussy without a stop, a few groans and audible pants from him. The hand that acted as a restraint on your wrist continued to clutch them, now stronger than before as he's too indulged with the way your walls hugged his cock, morphing into the shape of it as if he's marking your insides.

"Fuck, you're a virgin aren't ya? This sweet pussy is mine to claim."

His hand that once restrained your arms slithered down your heated, pleasure filled body to the bundle of nerves that he's currently filling up. His index finger toyed with your clit and continued to form a circular motion that triggered a switch for you to automatically raise your hips from the soft surface of his bed and scream his name as you once again came from the added sensation of his hand.

"How pretty."

Diving to reach you, his slimy tongue lapped up the forming sweat and flowing tears on your cheek, tasting it like the last droplets of soda in a plastic can. His fingers continued to skillfully support his beast-like thrusts, occasionally pinching and slapping your vagina as if it were some skin on your arm. Your moans were no longer there, replaced with desperate whines, cries and hiccups.

"Take my cum and don't let it leak, got it? Not a single bit."

He murmured in your ear, biting the shell and wet it with his slithering tongue. A meek nod and a pathetic mustered yes from you before you felt yourself being carried like a newborn to Gojo's clothed chest, arms wrapped around your nude figure to secure your seat in his lap with his penis connecting you both in this ride.

If your screams weren't loud enough earlier, it definitely did now. You swore you saw the glass of unfinished water shake for a moment as your mentor jackhammered himself in you, constant sounds of slaps and squelches becoming background noises from the echoing gutteral moans from you and occasional groans and degration from your mentor.

"Ugh! Satoru! Fuck! Fuck me harder! There, there! Angh..there please!"

"Such a needy b-bitch, don't worry..Teacher's cum will fill you up any second now."

He purred, bouncing you up and down forcefully as he also plowed his pleasure stick as fast and wild as he could. You could see the crack on the bedframe and hear the quick creak of something being bent with the way he stuffed you full.

"Please! Please!"

Pathetically begging, you felt like a slut in need for a refill of his semen to energize you for the day. The world was now in a blurry mess, mixed with the tears and dizziness you're experiencing in sync thanks to your teacher's massive length. You could slightly see your stomach bulge every time his cock disappears, it scared you how long and thick it is to the point it started to get a little too intense for your liking but, you weren't one to complain and would rather save yourself from the advantage of your teacher exposing your sins to authorities or anyone he knows.

His fingers pried your mouth open, exposing your bleeding tongue that's been bitten minutes prior to his awakening. Your eyes widened as you felt the spit of his combine with yours inside your wet cavern being mixed with his tongue like a witch brewing a new potion. The open mouthed kiss didn't let you forget the arching of your back pressing against his torso, the fire that pooled in your abdomen similar to springs recoiling before it snapped in half.

The sudden stop of his thrust and the erotic moan from him made you realize he too, have cummed in sync with you. You felt his lips press at the side of your head whilst the grip of his hands on your waist and hips were the contrast of his soft gesture. You fear they'll bruise later or tomorrow, but that wasn't what concerned you the most in this situation.

The heavy breaths and pants was the only thing you could hear aside from the ringing of your head, feeling the gush of liquids on your pussy and the slow retract of his cum covered dick, witnessing how your stomach visibly deflated from emptiness. You were still high from the overstimulation the man have gave you, the amount of orgasm you managed to produce in one night without having to pass out midway, all of it has made you feel beyond tired and exhausted.

The ustulation was satisfied temporarily, deep within you knew this was not going to be the last you'll ever taste your teacher's dick and the start of you diving deeper into the obsession over your handsome, masked teacher.

Gojo's Azure gaze stayed glued into your hazed ones, still calming down from a draining activity. Was this all worth it? Of course it was, you've tasted your teacher in more ways than what you expected and you were beyond grateful for it, ignoring how humiliating and shameful it is for you to grasp it.

"As a Punishment, you will be sent to a mission three weeks worth of time with no assistance, whatsoever."

[wrldsbestslut]

i knowwww i never do anything but makeup and play games on my phone in class, but i REALLY need that A. is there any way we can maybe.. make a deal?

[sweet-lovr]

today, I masturbate thinking about my 40 year old math teacher fucking me roughly over the tables in his classroom while calling me a slutty little boy. Tomorrow? Who knows

[yardsards]

whoever popularized the obsession with "growth mindset" in education owes every disabled kid an apology letter

[cumdumpevie]

What’s the kinkiest thing to happen to you

When one of my teachers smiled at me during some school assembly, I smiled back and he got bricked up. This was my peak achievement in this school I’m afraid.

[awesomecooperlove]

DEADLY V🧛🏿‍♂️A🧛🏿‍♂️C🧛🏿‍♂️C🧛🏿‍♂️I🧛🏿‍♂️N🧛🏿‍♂️E 🧛🏿‍♂️TRIALS🧛🏿‍♂️

🧟‍♀️🧛🏿‍♂️

[meggie-moo]

omg truth time i dislike the ending of mha

[harrrystyles-writing]

Yes Sir! — Capítulo 22

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo terá o ponto de vista de Aurora e Harry.

NotaAutora: Gente espero que ainda estejam animados com a história 💗

Harry

Depois de um longo dia no escritório da faculdade, voltei para a casa, tudo o que eu queria era descansar e não pensar em Aurora, mas é o que tenho feito desde que ela levou tudo o que era seu.

Quando entrei pela porta, esperando encontrar apenas o silêncio, fui surpreendido pelas vozes familiares que ecoavam pela casa.

Violeta e as meninas estavam ali, bem mais cedo do que eu esperava. Violeta estava na cozinha, sorrindo fazendo o jantar.

— Chegamos mais cedo. Violeta disse, andando em minha direção com um sorriso meio nervoso. — As meninas não conseguiram esperar para passassem um pouco mais de tempo com você antes da mudança para a casa nova. — Eu sabia que não era pelas meninas. Era por ela. — Também nós fomos fazer as matrículas nas escolas novas hoje.

Eu apenas assenti, tentando processar a informação. Não esperava que elas viessem tão cedo. Isa estava vendo tv e Aurora estava correndo pela casa,mas quando me viu correu para me abraçar.

— Papai. — Me encheu de beijinhos. — Tava com saudades papai, vamos brincar?

— Deixa eu só tomar um banho, aí papai brinca com você.

— Tá bom.

— Oi, Isa, como está filha? — Fui até ela, mas ela nem se deu o trabalho de levantar.

— Oi.

— Vou tomar um banho. — Falei passando por Violeta.

— Ei, nós não merecemos um oi? — Disse passando mão na barriga.

— Claro, me desculpe. —Deixei um beijo rápido em seus lábios. — Oi bebê. — Abaixei e deixei um beijo em sua barriga antes de sair de lá.

Minha família estava ali, eu deveria estar feliz com isso m, afinal tudo parecia tão normal, mas dentro de mim, eu estava apavorado.

Na manhã seguinte, o caminhão da mudança chegou com o restante de nossos pertences. Estávamos finalmente nos mudando para Boston de vez, deixando para trás a casa de Cambridge. Era para ser um novo começo,mas eu sabia que não seria tão simples assim.

— Harry? — Violeta Disse assim que saímos pela porta em direção a casa nova.

— Então você não vai mesmo com a gente?

— Eu ainda não consigo, acho que vai ser melhor assim.

— Tudo bem. — Ela parecia cansada de discussões e sinceramente eu também estava.

Eu sabia que não poderia morar lá, não com essa situação, não tendo sentimentos por Aurora.

Enquanto descarregávamos as caixas e começávamos a organizar a nova casa, eu tentava manter minha mente focada na tarefa, mas eu só me sentia culpado por essa mudança, porque afinal elas se mudaram para ficar comigo, mas eu não estaria com elas.

— Você se lembra de quando compramos nossa primeira casa? — Minha esposa disse suavemente, me trazendo de volta a realidade. — Nós mal tínhamos dinheiro, mas estávamos tão empolgados. Passamos a primeira noite no chão da sala, sem móveis, apenas nós dois, rindo de tudo. — Ela carregava uma caixa.

— Deixa que eu pego, já lhe disse para não fazer esforço. — Peguei a caixa de sua mão. — Claro que me lembro — respondi não conseguindo evitar um sorriso ao recordar. — Passamos a noite inteira em um pequeno colchão.

— Nós éramos tão felizes, Harry — ela disse, a voz mais baixa agora, como se estivesse falando mais para si mesma do que para mim. — Tínhamos sonhos, e construímos tanto juntos...

— Eram bons tempos... — falei, quase num sussurro, lutando contra a confusão dentro de mim.

— Eu sei que passamos por momentos difíceis, mas eu te amo, e ainda acredito que podemos superar isso.

— Eu não sei.

Fitei os olhos dela, que estavam cheios de esperança, e por um momento, quase me deixei levar por aquela visão do passado que Violeta tentava manter viva. Mas, ao mesmo tempo, as lembranças de Aurora, e tudo o que havia acontecido, me puxavam para outra direção.

— Só quero que você saiba que eu estou aqui, Harry. Sempre estive.

— Eu sei que está. — Deixei um pequeno beijo em sua testa.

Ouvi a voz de Isa conversando com alguém me aproximei preocupado e meu coração quase parou quando eu a vi.

Aurora estava ali.

Ela estava ali conversando com minha filha.

Congelado no lugar, tudo o que eu podia fazer era observar. O pânico começou a se formar dentro de mim.

Eu queria sair dali, fazer algo para parar aquilo, mas me senti preso no lugar. Meus olhos fixos na cena à frente, com meu coração batendo acelerado. Aurora lançou um olhar em minha direção, era claro que ela também estava desconfortável, e isso só fazia a situação se complicar ainda mais.

A visão de Aurora falando com Isa era a última coisa que eu esperava, e agora, tudo parecia mais confuso do que nunca. Os pensamentos de dias atrás, de quando a vi pela última vez, voltaram com força total, eu disse que a amava e agora parecia totalmente o contrário, mas eu não sabia mais como explicar tudo isso, quê tudo não passava de um terrível engano.

Eu tentava me recuperar do que havia visto,mas ao mesmo tempo eu não podia demostrar nenhum sentimento, não agora, então eu só continuei em meio do caos que estava, fazendo a mudança, com caixas espalhadas por todos os lados na nova casa.

Eu subi com mais uma das caixas para o quarto de Isadora, onde ela estava começando a organizar suas coisas. Assim que entrei no quarto, ela olhou para mim com uma expressão de desprezo, como se estivesse prestes a dizer algo que já estava remoendo há tempos.

Coloquei a caixa no chão e me virei para sair, mas antes que eu pudesse, Isadora me chamou.

— Pai, espera.— Eu me virei, vendo-a se sentar na beirada da cama. — Eu notei uma coisa, as suas coisas da outra casa, elas não estão aqui, eu vi ontem ela nem foram empacotadas.

Engoli em seco, tentando pensar em uma resposta que fizesse sentido, mas Isadora não me deu tempo para formular nada.

— Você não vai vir morar com a gente, vai? — Ela continuou, com a voz tremendo levemente. — A mudança para Boston... não era para ficarmos juntos?

Ela estava ferida, e eu podia ver isso claramente. Seus olhos, normalmente tão cheios de vida e brilho, estavam distantes.

—Isa, eu... as coisas estão um pouco complicadas agora. Eu...

— Eu ouvi tudo, pai. — Eu senti um frio na espinha. — Eu ouvi aquela briga, eu ouvi vocês falando em se divorciar, em destruir nossa família. — Seus olhos agora cheios de lágrimas.— Eu estou furiosa, pai! Estou com raiva de você por nos abandonar, por deixar a mamãe e a minha irmã sozinhas enquanto você... — Ela parou, apertando os punhos ao lado do corpo. — Você não entende o que está fazendo com a gente? Estamos aqui por você e você vai nos deixar de novo?

A dor na voz dela me despedaçava por dentro. Tudo o que eu queria era abraçá-la, garantir que tudo ficaria bem, mas eu não podia mentir para ela. Eu mesmo não tinha certeza de nada.

— Isadora...comecei, tentando acalmar a situação. — Eu estou tentando resolver as coisas. Eu quero que a gente fique bem, mas às vezes... as coisas não são tão simples.

— Não importa o quão complicado seja, pai. Você não pode nos deixar! Eu... nós precisamos de você. Eu preciso de você.— Ela quase gritou vindo em minha direção. — Você sempre diz que nos ama, mas onde você esteve todo esse tempo? Onde você esteve quando a mamãe chorava à noite? Quando eu precisava de você? Quando Aurora chorava chamando por você? — As palavras dela perfuraram meu coração.

— Eu... — Eu tentei falar, mas as palavras falharam.

Ele não sabia o que dizer para consertar a situação.

— Não adianta — Isadora cortou, virando o rosto para esconder as lágrimas. — Eu só queria que vocês ficassem juntos, que a nossa família ficasse junta. Eu não queria vir para Boston. Eu não queria deixar tudo para trás, meus amigos, minha vida... Mas estamos aqui e você nem se dá o trabalho de ficar conosco. Olha o que fizemos por você pai! — Ela se virou para mim.— Eu sinto tanto a sua falta, pai, eu só queria que você estivesse aqui, com a gente. Que fosse o pai que eu sempre quis. Eu vi como a mamãe está se esforçando, tentando fingir que tudo está bem. Mas eu sei que ela está quebrada por dentro. E eu estou quebrada também, pai. Por favor... por favor, não nos deixe. Seja lá o que estiver acontecendo... conserte. Volte a ser parte da nossa família, por favor.

Eu queria poder prometer que tudo ficaria bem, que eu voltaria para casa e que seríamos uma família de novo. Mas a realidade era mais complicada, e eu estava preso em um ciclo de mentiras e arrependimento que parecia não ter fim.

— Isa, eu amo você e sua irmã mais do que tudo. Eu nunca quis que as coisas fossem assim...

— Então conserta, pai. — ela implorou. — Por favor... faz tudo voltar ao que era antes.

Eu a observei por um momento, vendo a dor e a esperança misturadas em seu olhar. Ela queria acreditar em mim, mas eu sabia que, se continuasse assim, acabaria decepcionando-a mais uma vez.

— Isa... — comecei, com a voz trêmula. — Eu adoraria dizer que tudo vai voltar ao que era antes. Mas a verdade é que as coisas mudaram, e eu não sei como...

— Então você realmente vai nos deixar? — Ela me interrompeu, a voz cheia de incredulidade. — Como você pode fazer isso? Eu te odeio, pai! Eu te odeio por fazer isso com a gente! — A dor e o desprezo nas palavras dela eram como facas, me cortando profundamente.

Eu dei um passo em direção a ela, mas Isadora recuou, me evitando, como se não suportasse estar perto de mim. Meu coração estava esmagado, e eu percebi que já tinha perdido a confiança dela.

— Isa, por favor... — Eu tentei mais uma vez, mas ela não quis ouvir.

— Não importa o que você diga, eu nunca vou te perdoar se você for embora. Nunca! — Ela gritou, as lágrimas escorrendo livremente pelo rosto. — Você arruinou tudo. Nossa família, a nossa vida... você destruiu tudo, pai! Eu nunca vou te perdoar! Eu te odeio!

Era a pior coisa que eu poderia ouvir da minha própria filha.

Isadora virou as costas para mim, soluçando silenciosamente enquanto eu me sentia completamente impotente. Eu sabia que havia perdido uma parte importante dela, talvez para sempre, e isso me destruía por dentro.

Eu saí do quarto, sentindo o peso do mundo nas minhas costas. Enquanto descia as escadas, o som das lágrimas de Isadora ecoava em minha mente, me assombrando. E a dor em saber que minha filha me odiava era insuportável. Eu havia falhado com ela, com Violeta, com a pequena Aurora, e comigo mesmo. As palavras de Isadora ressoavam em minha mente: "Eu nunca vou te perdoar! Eu te odeio!"

E, naquele momento, percebi que talvez ela estivesse certa. Eu havia perdido a chance de ser o pai que elas precisavam, e isso era algo que eu nunca seria capaz de perdoar em mim mesmo.

Aurora

A loja de móveis estava cheia de opções, com peças que variavam do moderno ao clássico. Minha mãe e Georgia estavam empolgadas com a mudança e principalmente em comprar coisas novas para o apartamento. Não sei ao certo a que ponto minha gravidez repentina virou algo para me aproximar de minha família ou era só por dó, mas elas andavam pelos corredores da loja, comentando sobre o que ficaria melhor na nova casa. Eu, por outro só seguia o fluxo sem nenhuma animação com isso.

— Olha só, Aurora. — Minha mãe apontou para um berço decorado com personagens de desenhos animados.— Ficaria perfeito no quarto do bebê.

Sorri sem entusiasmo, tentando esconder o desconforto que suas palavras causaram.

— É... mas ainda nem sabemos se é menino ou menina. — murmurei, desviando o olhar. — Além disso, ainda tem tempo para pensar nisso.

— Mas já podemos ir vendo algumas opções, né? Quem sabe você não encontra algo que goste para o quarto do bebê?— Ela continuou a insistir, se aproximando com um olhar animado.

A ideia de mobiliar um quarto para o bebê me enchia de angústia. Eu não conseguia me imaginar cuidando de uma criança. Na verdade, eu sequer conseguia me ver com o bebê nos braços. Cada vez que pensava na ideia de ser mãe, sentia um vazio profundo, como se aquele papel simplesmente não se encaixasse em mim.

— Podemos ver isso mais tarde? — Respondi de forma evasiva. — Ainda temos que pensar em outras coisas para o apartamento.

Minha mãe pareceu levemente decepcionada.

Mas eu não conseguia fazer isso, a verdade era que, em minha mente, eu já havia decidido que não queria ficar com o bebê. A ideia de colocá-lo para adoção era a única coisa que fazia sentido para mim, mas não tive coragem de compartilhar isso com ninguém.

Como poderia?

Eu estava perdida em meus pensamentos quando um jovem funcionário da loja se aproximou. Ele tinha um sorriso simpático.

— Oi, posso ajudar vocês com alguma coisa? — perguntou, olhando para nós três.

— Estamos procurando móveis para a nova casa da minha filha. — Disse minha mãe, apontando para mim.

— Vocês estão se mudando para cá?

— Não! Só minha filha que está mudando de apartamento.

— Que legal! Eu posso mostrar algumas opções de móveis para apartamento , se quiserem.

— Isso seria ótimo. — Minha mãe respondeu, claramente animada com a atenção que ele estava nos dando.

— Você vai morar sozinha? Deve ser empolgante. — Ele se voltou para mim, os olhos curiosos. — Eu divido o apê com mais dois cara é insano.

— Sim... eu acho, eu tinha uma colega de quarto também, mas acabou não dando certo. — respondi, tentando soar mais entusiasmada do que realmente estava. — Ainda estou me acostumando com a ideia.

— Mudanças podem ser assustadoras no começo, mas depois você se sente em casa. — Ele sorriu. — Se precisar de alguma coisa, estou por aqui. Meu nome é Gabriel, a propósito.

Agradeci com um leve aceno, enquanto ele nos deixou a vontade para escolher sozinhas, mas sempre que minha mãe chamava ele estava lá.

Gabriel parecia genuinamente interessado em ajudar, mas eu não conseguia evitar o desejo de sair correndo daquela loja e de toda a situação. Eu estava no meio de uma vida que eu não queria, e o peso disso estava me esmagando.

Depois da loja fomos almoçar e minha mãe disse que naquela tarde havia marcado uma consulta com o tal Dr Payne. Não estava muito animada com isso, mas como pré-natal é algo obrigatório eu fui.

O ambiente do hospital na maternidade era caótico, com bebês chorando e mães tão desesperadas como eu, mas para minha mãe aquele era um momento emocionante. Ela estava ao meu lado, radiante de expectativa, como se aquela consulta fosse a coisa mais importante que faríamos em meses. Para mim, era apenas mais uma obrigação que eu precisava cumprir.

— Você está pronta, querida? — minha mãe perguntou, enquanto segurava minha mão, apertando-a levemente.

Eu assenti de maneira vaga, tentando esconder a indiferença que sentia.

Enquanto esperávamos o Dr. Payne, só conseguia pensar em uma coisa: o quão desconectada me sentia de tudo isso.Minha mãe continuava falando sobre as possibilidades para o quarto do bebê, e eu tentava ouvir, mas estava distraída.

Algo no consultório chamou minha atenção: um panfleto sobre adoção. Levantei-me lentamente e o peguei, folheando-o com o olhar perdido.

— Aurora, você está bem?— Minha mãe perguntou.

— Estou. — Respondi, devolvendo o panfleto ao balcão. —Só estava curiosa.

Antes que ela pudesse fazer mais perguntas, o Dr. Payne me chamou para o exame. Deitei-me na mesa, sentindo o gel frio ser aplicado sobre minha barriga. O silêncio na sala era palpável até que um som suave e rítmico preencheu o ar. O batimento cardíaco do bebê.

— Aurora. — o médico começou, interrompendo meus pensamentos. — Parece que você está com quase dois meses de gestação, está conseguindo ouvir coraçãozinho do bebê?

Minha mãe segurou minha mão com mais força, os olhos se enchendo de lágrimas de emoção. Mas eu fiquei em silêncio, os olhos fixos no teto. Algo mexeu comigo naquele instante, mas eu não sabia o que era. Talvez fosse o fato de que, pela primeira vez, o bebê parecia real para mim.

— É um som maravilhoso, não é? — o Dr. Payne disse com um sorriso gentil nos lábios.

Eu assenti, sentindo uma pontada inesperada de emoção em meu peito. Não era exatamente alegria, mas uma pequena dúvida começou a se formar. E se, de alguma forma, eu fosse capaz de cuidar desse bebê? E se, apesar de tudo, eu conseguisse ser mãe?

Após a consulta, enquanto caminhávamos pelos corredores do hospital, minha mãe não parava de falar sobre como o som do coração do bebê era lindo. Mas eu estava em meus próprios pensamentos, tentando processar o que havia acabado de acontecer. Algo havia mudado dentro de mim, e eu ainda não sabia o que fazer com isso.

Harry

O som rítmico e fraco do monitor preenchia a sala, enquanto eu observava o ultrassom com uma mistura de apreensão e esperança. Eu e Violeta estávamos no hospital, onde ela continuaria seu pré-natal até o bebê nascer.

Quando o Dr. Payne ajustou o equipamento, o batimento cardíaco do bebê ecoou na sala, me arrancando um sorriso involuntário.

Era mesmo real, havia mesmo um bebê ali dentro.

— Olhe, Harry. — Violeta sussurrou, seus olhos brilhando com lágrimas contidas. — Nosso bebê.

Eu assenti, sentindo um nó se formar na minha garganta. O som do coraçãozinho batendo deveria ser o suficiente para apagar todas as minhas dúvidas, mas a sombra do que Violeta havia feito ainda pairava sobre mim. Eu precisava saber se ele era realmente meu, mas ao mesmo tempo, me odiava por isso.Antes que eu pudesse me conter, as palavras escaparam da minha boca.

— Doutor, eu estou curioso, sobre o teste de DNA... Existe alguma maneira possível de fazer com o bebê ainda na barriga? — Minha voz soou casual, mas por dentro, eu me remexia de vergonha e culpa.

O Dr. Payne olhou para mim com uma sobrancelha arqueada confuso e depois lançou um olhar rápido para Violeta, que congelou, claramente afetada pela minha pergunta.

— Harry, normalmente não fazemos teste de DNA, ainda mais sem um motivo específico. Além disso, o estresse de um teste assim pode ser prejudicial durante a gravidez, não seria muito prudente. — Diz em um tom sério. — Teria algum motivo específico, Senhor e Senhora Styles?

Eu abri a boca para responder, mas Violeta foi mais rápida.

— Não.

Logo o médico voltou sua atenção para o ultrassom, franzindo o cenho de maneira preocupante. Ele fez alguns ajustes no monitor, observando algo que eu não conseguia identificar.

— Senhora Styles? — Ele começou, com um tom mais sério. — Notei uma leve alteração nos batimentos do bebê. Não quero alarmá-los, mas gostaria de solicitar alguns exames adicionais, só para garantir que está tudo bem.

O pânico tomou conta de mim naquele momento. Violeta olhou para mim, preocupada.

— Mas... o bebê está bem, não está?

— Provavelmente sim, Violeta. — O Dr. Payne assentiu, tentando acalmá-la. — Mas é importante investigar. Você está passando por alguma situação de estresse recentemente?

— Não... só... algumas preocupações com a mudança e tudo mais. — Violeta mentiu, desviando o olhar.

Era por minha causa.

Se algo acontecesse com esse bebê, eu jamais me perdoaria.

Enquanto o Dr. Payne continuava explicando os exames que seriam necessários, Violeta segurava minha mão, mas eu mal conseguia retribuir o gesto, consumido pelo medo e dúvidas.

O silêncio até o carro após a consulta era sufocante, era óbvio que a deixei chateada.

— Está com fome? — perguntei casualmente. — Podemos fazer uma parada antes de levar você.

— Você me humilhou hoje, Harry. — Sua voz estava trêmula.

— Me desculpe, eu não devia ter falado aquilo.

— Eu mudei, Harry. Fiz tudo o que pude para você confiar em mim de novo, mas hoje... Foi demais pra mim. Por que agora, Harry? — Ela olhou para mim, lágrimas escorrendo pelo rosto.

— Eu... eu só precisava de alguma certeza.

— E por que não pediu o teste de Aurora? O que faz ela diferente desse bebê? — Ela balançou a cabeça, ferida.

Engoli em seco, tentando manter a compostura.

— Aurora é minha filha, Violeta. — Não consegui evitar que minha voz se alterasse. — Não importa o que um teste de DNA diga, eu já a amo demais.

Ela desviou o olhar, suas mãos tremendo.

— E este bebê? Você vai amá-lo do mesmo jeito?

Eu fechei os olhos por um momento, assim que luz do sinaleiro ficou vermelha.

— Eu quero amá-lo... Mas eu preciso saber.

— Se você não consegue acreditar em mim eu não sei mais o que fazer Harry, eu até feria esse teste idiota, mas você ouviu o médico, viu que todo esse estresse está causando a ele, você realmente quer isso para nós?

O silêncio voltou a reinar entre nós, cada segundo que passava aumentando o abismo entre mim e Violeta.

Eu sabia que estava destruindo tudo ao meu redor e as dúvidas eram como uma doença, corroendo tudo de bom que ainda restava.

Aurora

Entrar na sala de aula me trouxe uma sensação estranha. Aquela não era minha sala, aqueles não eram meus amigos, até isso Harry conseguiu arruinar para mim.Estava prestes a retomar meus estudos, mas uma parte de mim não conseguia deixar de pensar em como eu lidaria com tudo o que estava acontecendo.

Grávida e no último ano de faculdade.

Como vou conseguir me concentrar?

Enquanto me dirigia a um lugar vago perto do fundo da sala, notei um rosto familiar. O rapaz da loja de móveis. Eu não havia reparado nele na loja, mas agora o vendo assim mais perto, ele era tão bonito. Ele era alto, moreno e bem atletico, aquele tipo de cara que parecia viver na academia. Ele estava sentado casualmente, quando nossos olhos se encontraram, ele se levantou levemente e acenou.

— Que surpresa te encontrar aqui. — ele disse, com aquele tom descontraído. — A menina rica da loja de móveis.

— Aurora, meu nome é Aurora— respondi, sorrindo de volta. — E você é o Gabriel, certo?

— Uau! Lembrou meu nome, sim sou eu.

— Acho que você era a última pessoa que esperava ver aqui. Nunca imaginei que você fazia Direito ainda mais em Harvard.

— Pois é, consegui uma bolsa e para ajudar nas despesas da faculdade, trabalho na loja de móveis, nem todos somos ricos. — Brincou com um sorriso encantador. — Mas aquele sofá caro que você comprou é o que me ajuda a pagar as contas.

Ele era engraçado.

— Então, de certa forma, estou contribuindo para a sua educação?

—Exatamente. — Ele respondeu, piscando de um jeito brincalhão. — A cada compra estou um passo mais perto do diploma, bem com sua enorme compra talvez eu consiga bem mais rápido.

O jeito dele era encantador.

— Para mim ter um diploma é bem mais complicado do que só vender sofás, estou na corda bamba esse ano.

— Se precisar de ajuda com a matéria, estou por aqui. — Deu uma piscadinha. — Eu sou um ótimo aluno! Quem sabe uma parceria de estudos não rende alguns bons resultados?

— Vou pensar nisso. — respondi, com um sorriso, mas sabia que minha mente estava longe de poder focar em outra coisa além da gravidez.

E foi exatamente o que eu pensei nas próximas duas horas. A gravidez. A cada minuto, a cada segundo eu só me perguntava como eu iria conseguir seguir em frente.Quando a aula terminou, Gabriel se virou para mim novamente.

— Ei, Aurora, que tal tomarmos um café? Você gosta de café?

A ideia era tentadora, mas eu não podia. Não agora.

— Obrigada, Gabriel, mas acho que vou deixar para outra hora. Ainda tenho muita coisa para resolver.

Ele assentiu, sem perder o sorriso, mas eu podia ver um leve desapontamento em seus olhos.

— Entendo, sem problemas, mas se mudar de ideia, aqui está meu número. — Ele entregou um pequeno papel que nem me deu chance de recusar.

— Ok.

Enquanto saía da sala, o conflito interno se intensificava. Gabriel era gentil, carismático, e havia algo nele que me fazia querer conhecê-lo melhor. Mas como posso sequer considerar isso quando estou carregando o filho do meu professor? Tudo parecia uma mistura de emoções contraditórias.

Mas meus pensamentos não puderam ir muito longe. Ao virar o corredor, senti meu coração disparar. Lá estava ele. Harry, ele estava parado perto da porta da sala, como se estivesse me esperando.

Nossos olhos se encontraram, e eu vi a determinação no olhar dele. Ele queria falar comigo, mas tudo dentro de mim gritava para fugir. Não queria mais lidar com isso. Ver ele com sua esposa, mesmo depois dele prometer que ia se divorciar acabou comigo.

Ele deu um passo em minha direção e pareceu que meu coração parou.

— Aurora, podemos conversar?

Obrigado por ler até aqui 💗 O feedback através de uma ask é muito apreciado! Também como um reblog para compartilhar minha escrita com outras pessoas!

[slvttycollegegirl]

I’m very curious about what you taste like.

The fact that you’re an actual professor already has me getting wet so you should come have a taste and find out 🥺

[sweet-lovr]

I want him inside me. I want to see every inch of him. I want his fat cock to break my wet little tboy cunt, I want his strong hand to cover my mouth when I can’t help but moan… “don’t wanna get caught, hm? Then everyone would know you’re my slut.” I want to feel his hairy chest and tummy rubbing against my bare skin as he fucks me hard, so hard it almost hurts. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby— you been wanting this for a long time— I know it, honey, don’t lie… I see the way you’ve looked at me, ever since we first met.” He’d tease, slowing down his pace and pulling back to admire the way my virgin hole swallows up his perfect cock. “Think you could cum for me, pretty boy?” The question would make me groan, embarrassed and aroused, but he’d just laugh. He can feel the way my cunt squeezes around him. He’d lean back to watch my sensitive tdick twitch against his pelvis when he buries his dick inside me, feel my sloppy cunt gush and contract around him as I cum on his cock. “mmm, that’s a good boy… good job, love.”

[captainhunnicutt]

Mike as "Hammond" in Happiness is Dirty Hands // This is the Life (1968)

[uygfiug]

:) my dutch teacher with similar taste in books as me seems to be the one picking what we read this year :DD

[bunnieswithknives]

Very important question. Who is the biter in the Two Of Us au?

(Based on the fact that Duck canonically bites Yellow for No Apparent Reason)

I think that Roy probably bites more but usually for self defense, if we're talking who's more violent though its definitely Lesley. She's pretty physical and very much enjoys roughhousing. She will grab, shove or even hit teachers if she feels the urge to do so.

[dbphantom]

Hate having adhd went to go work on my fallout modpack, got distracted while going to disable the steam overlay, ended up in the points shop, went to go edit my profile, decided to change my pfp, found a buried folder I forgot existed, found some old Veneer art I forgot existed, spent 45 minutes looking at all the old photos, STILL HAVE NOT TOGGLED ONE SIMPLE OPTION THAT SHOULD'VE TAKEN 30 SECONDS AT MOST