#sorry guy

dddne

lateness wasn't something you expected from yourself. ever. so when you turn up to class- mid barre. with shaky eyes and a loose, forlorn posture. gerard doesn't react with anger.

for a small moment he wishes that the issue was your father has died. that your problem was a loss of something he could immediately fill. you're thin enough to look under 18, even though you're around 20. he could carry you, leap into the child protection services building and you would beg the kindly old woman at his desk to make him your legal guardian. your father. then the problem would be immediately and constantly fixed.

but that is only a moment. he walks over to you slowly- while you set your thing down in your cubby. your back looks more pronounced these days. gerard takes pride in his handy work- belt slashes down the centre of your spine, so your back burns if you don't stand straight. he does adore the look of you. pale and gentle. feminine and full of an inner warmth he can't help but impulsively think of. he thinks of your cunt accidentally through out the day. he knows there is something wrong with him. he doesn't care.

when you turn to look at him-you reach out and grab at his hand- pulling him close, and rubbing his fingertips into the meat of your gut.

im-im late and he nods an answer along the lines of punishment later, play pretend bad student, evil director now but your eyes widen and you force his fingers down harsher into your stomach-holding eye contact with a vicious ferocity

gerard. im-fucking late.

he nearly doubles over- begins to blubber an apology, then praise, moves on quickly to names and places to raise the lamb as your face drops in terror.

no-nosir-sir- but he's whispering picture perfect rambles. epitaphs of grandeur and true love. you lean up and nip at his eyes. deciding the only way to get what you want, is too pull the strips looped around his fingers, that are tied to you.

tak-take me to the clinic, and I'll I'll call you-dad infront of-of the nurse-

he shakes he head. both in a fuck now I wanna jerk off way and in a don't use that against me way. but gee is similar to you at the end of the day.

so you hug him tightly- paternal-ly. nuzzle your face into the soft cushion of his oak scented peck and breath deep- rubbing a soft, frail hand against his cock through his slacks

you-you couldhitme, there-after-aafter we go-go to the doctor-makemake me perfect. id never-never have baby ruin me-mybody, you could use-use me for eternitity- I could-could be your doll-forever-forever mr.way

he shudders.

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