#yanderart

he sees you bent over a table in the clubroom. keishin’s balls deep inside of you. tears are streaming down your face as you lock eyes with him. 

“mr. t-takeda! help me!” you cry out.

keishin finally notices takeda standing there as the door closes behind him. 

“oh, specs! what are you still doing here?”

he’s talking to him like he’s not furiously slamming into your poor little pussy, hand holding your head down hard enough to bruise. 

“u-ukai! what is—?”

takeda doesn’t know what to say or do. his face is red and his palms are clammy. 

“i have to go!” he forces out. 

just as he’s about to turn around and leave, keishin and you shout ‘no’ for entirely different reasons. 

keishin stills, with his other hand he shoves two fingers into your mouth to muffle your cries and little ‘help me’s.

“why don’t you join us, specs?”

at the thought of both men using you, you start to sob. the grip keishin has on your head gets tighter. 

“i-i—” takeda stutters out.

“whenever we go out for drinks you always talk about my pretty girl y/n.” 

you’ve quieted down to small whimpers. keishin takes his hand out of your mouth only to place it on your ass, hand gripping and kneading the soft flesh.

“come on,” he drawls out. “just look at her... i’ll let you use her mouth. maybe next time i’ll let you have her sweet pussy.”

“ukai—!”

keishin cuts him off once again, “specs. you’ve always talked about how you wanted a piece of her. the opportunity is right in front of you. are you really going to pass this up?”

he thinks to himself for a moment. he’s always had thoughts about you that shouldn’t have been there, thoughts that a teacher shouldn’t have for a student. 

as he comes closer you can already see the strain in his pants. you look up at him, sweet, sweet eyes doused with tears pleading with him not to do this. 

“please don’t mr. takeda... please.”

he hates himself, but not enough to deny himself of this experience. 

you watch as he pulls down his bottoms, pretty dick coming into full view. 

“there we go specs!” keishin laughs out. his grip on your head eases up only to pull you to where takeda’s dick is. “open up... and no teeth, princess. we wanna make a good impression on takeda.”

your face is red with shame. after a few moments, you open your mouth, enveloping the head of takeda’s dick. keishin is still holding onto your head as he pushes you further down takeda’s length. his hands are clenched in fists at his sides. 

can he touch you? should he touch you? 

it’s not long before keishin starts up again. the sound of skin smacking against skin echoes within the clubroom. every time keishin hits that spot within you, you moan out around takeda’s cock making him whimper.

keishin starts to speed up, groans leaving his mouth frequently. you know he’s going to cum soon, so you brace yourself. your hands hold onto takeda’s legs and with every thrust forward, keishin pushes you into his dick making you gag out. there are tears leaking out of your eyes as you look up at takeda. he takes a shuddering breath when he makes eye contact with you.