starazura

you’d let him slap your face like an obedient girl, wouldn’t you? ruka never did things like this. shinjuro knows he deserves a disciplined girl. after he leaves a big red handprint across your cheek, he’d grab your face and make you stick out your tongue. he’d drop a huge glob of spit on it and you’d whimper out a “thank you, daddy,” like the good girl you are. if only you were his.

-. mr takashi, or mitsuya as he asks you to call him, is always complimenting you. always tells you how pretty your hairstyle is, taking his hand and swirling a few strands around his finger as he continues his praises. sometimes even runs his hand through your hair absentmindedly. he asks you if you’d like him to braid it for you too, and when he smiles at you so sweetly and pats the space next to him you can’t bring yourself to say no. he’s quite talkative when he’s behind you braiding your hair, occasionally you’ll feel his warm breath along the back of your neck and near your ear. he can’t help but grin at the way you react so cutely to such simple touches. sometimes you wonder if you can feel his lips press against the crook of your neck, but that thoughts quickly pushed aside when you realise theres no way that could be right. right? he thinks it’s especially cute how you bask in all the praise he gives you, despite how well you try to hide it. each “good girl” and “you’re sitting so well for me, there’s not much more to do now. you can sit pretty for just a while longer for me, right?” makes your cheeks flush and your thighs instinctively rub together. he often compliments you on your makeup too, wondering how cute you’d also look with your makeup ruined, black streaks of tears down your cheeks and your mouth full of him.

-. mitsuya who is also well known for being able to repair any piece of clothing you put in front of him, which was lucky for someone as clumsy as yourself. each time you accidentally popped a button on your shirt or ripped a hole in something he was more than willing to help you out. one time you accidentally ripped your tights and of course mitsuya was more than happy to help you, all you had to do was wait a few minutes and he’d already patched them up new for you. you often asked what you could do for him as a thank you, but he always denied you and tells you that he just genuinely enjoys helping his students and he does. what he doesn’t tell you is that watching you rid yourself of your tights in front of him is more than enough payment, especially when you lean over ever so slightly and he gets to see an eye full of your cute panties, he’s thankful phone cameras these days are silent.

-. mitsuya who is always lending you an ear and a lap when you’re having boy roubles. he lets you into his office without a second thought, letting you crawl into his lap as he rubs soothing circles on your back and shushes you sweetly. sometimes you’ll feel his hands wandering from their place on your back down to the curve of your ass, but in your state you barely even notice. all you can think about was how soothing his words were and how nice his cologne smells. mr taka-mitsuya is always so nice to you, there’s no way he would take advantage of you in such a vulnerable situation, right? his hand was surely just misplaced..right? ah, you poor thing, it’s almost like you’re being ignorant on purpose. “you want to forget about your ex boyfriend, right? i just want to help you. won’t you let me?” he soothes, and his soft smile and half honest words were all it took to have you crumbling, pouted lip shaking slightly as you nod your head yes. finally.

-. mitsuya who’s a little handsy with his comfort. always hugging you and holding your hand for reassurance, and 99% of the time it is reassuring, till it isn’t. it’s just that sometimes mitsuya gets a little bit carried away with his hands, if you will. most of the time it’s all very ‘innocent’, he’ll just place a hand on your knee to let you know he’s there, giving a thoughtful squeeze every now and again to let you know he’s still listening. at first it made you blush but mitsuya didn’t seem all too bothered, so you tried your best not to be either. after a few sessions his hand started to creep up onto the higher part your thigh, each session with him would have him creeping closer and closer to your core. again, mitsuya’s sweet facade didnt falter one bit, continuing to ask you intently about your school work and such while your mind was clouded by an embarrassing sense of need. just a little closer and he’d be touching you, really touching you, and a part of you wanted him to. you can’t deny how attractive he is, he’s always so kind to you too, a small part of you hoped he would finally move closer and give your poor pussy some attention- but before you could even entertain that thought he was moving his hand away. “sorry sweetheart but that’s our time, would you like to come see me the same time tomorrow?” he asks you, warm smile ever present on his face as you quickly nod your head ‘yes’ and rush out of the room. on your way home you were finally starting to calm down while mitsuya on the other hand was far from calm, the only reason he was willing to remove his hand from your soft thigh was because he needed it to hide his raging boner. he felt like a teen again, cock hard from just having you so close to him. cock twitching in his pants at your stuttering voice and flushed cheeks, wanting nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you over his desk- but that can wait. he can wait. he’s a patient man, and good things come to those who wait.