[ONE SHOT] Principal's Office - Sho Sakurai X OC
Title: Principal's Office
Author: mahounadegata
Pairing/Focus: Sakurai x OC
Rating: NC-17 - graphic hetero sex and language
Warning: lots of D and ~LaDyPaRtS~, swearing, NSFW (duh).
Summary: The principal asks you to come to his office because you've done something bad. What's the punishment?
Note: OH MY GOD. it's not really a SakiBoku fic since it hasnt come out yet, but here Sho is just the principal so make what you can out of it. hahaha yay hetero smut. I didnt really go hard on the technicalities, i just really wanted to write this down.
this is dedicated to someone named cough. <3
***
You look at your wrist watch and wished that somehow, by some miracle, the gods of time and space would hear the pleas of your soul and stop the time, even just this once. It was just your second week at work and you were already running late. Five or ten minutes, you weren't sure and you didn't want to waste anymore time by checking again. The only thing you were sure about was that 1) it was already past 8 AM and 2) based on your impression of him, the school principal was going to wring your neck.
Having worn super tight fitted stockings underneath a high waist pencil skirt wasn't a very good idea, and three-inch stilettos weren't really made for running. I should've just worn flats, you think to yourself, but then I'd look like a dwarf and I don't want my students to make fun of me. You say this to yourself but in reality, you just wanted to impress the principal.
You were lucky enough to get hired as a teacher in this school you only dreamed of getting into when you were in middle school, and you felt like you were blessed by the heavens when he was introduced to you. All he said was My name is Sakurai Sho and I'm looking forward to working with you, because he needed to leave for a seminar, but damn. With that face, you already felt blessed.
The first time you heard him actually speaking was during the opening ceremony. He was standing on the podium with the air of someone who knew that he was in charge and had that intimidating no-nonsense aura to him. It had been such a long time since you heard someone speak so eloquently and you were so impressed and- embarrassing as it is to say this as a teacher- it was almost to the point of being sexually aroused.
Your fellow teacher Kazunari, a close friend way back from middle school, had told you about the principal's background. He had graduated from one of Japan's most prestigious universities and had gotten his master's degree in America. On top of that, he's from a prominent family and it really wasn't a big surprise how he became the school principal of one of Japan's highest-ranked private secondary school at such a young age with that background and experience.
This really wasn't such a big deal. What people mostly talked about was how someone so intelligent and with so much potential also have such a pretty face... and you completely understood what they meant. The principal was extremely good looking. His lips reminded you of rose buds and he had deep set almond shaped eyes that seemed to read your mind. His nose was quite buttony, but only just a bit, and you thought it was placed just perfectly on his face, strategically even- to make that jawline stand out even more than it should.
He had introduced you to the school on that same opening ceremony, giving you a light tap on the elbow as he urged you to say something about yourself. After the program, he congratulated you again and said that you could come to his office anytime if you needed anything... and Jesus Christ, hearing that deep voice up close was enough to make your knees weak.
You got to the faculty office panting, your damp hair in tangles, dropping- almost slamming- your things on your desk.
"Good morning, Reiko-sensei." Kazunari, who had his desk beside yours, greeted you in a sing-song voice. "Sakurai-kocho was looking for you. Said he wanted to see you in his office once you got here."
"Am I going to lose my job?"
He laughed. "Nah. Maybe a suspension, but you'll keep your job."
"Oh, shit." You tried to clam yourself by checking your make up on your desk mirror. "Did he say anything else?"
"Nope. I'm sure you let him know you were gonna be late?"
You shook your head. "Even I didn't know I was gonna be late."
"Oh, shit, indeed."
You left the faculty room after making sure you looked more than okay. Your lipstick was on point, button up shirt neatly tucked into your skirt, and your hair now in a nice ponytail. You double checked your stockings, making sure there wasn't a rip from all the running and checked your shoes just in case they were covered with dust. Kazunari said you shouldn't be too conscious and It's not like he's gonna eat you or anything. Well, not in the office anyway with a wink. You rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder.
You stopped in front of the principal's office door and took three deep breaths to center your thoughts. You raise your hand to knock but before your knuckle even hits the wooden door, it swings open. Your eyes were level with the rose bud lips and the prominent jaw, dressed in a crisp navy blue suit. It was Sakurai Sho.
"Ah, Usui-sensei. Good morning. I was just about to check the faculty office again to see if you were here already. Please come in."
"Yes, good morning. Thank you." You followed him inside the room, nervous and unsure about what was going to happen. You've heard rumors about the principal being very strict with time management, and even heard a story of him getting rid of a teacher who didn't follow the lesson plan schedule he gave.
You stood silently in front of his desk, counting the strokes of his name on the name plate on his table, afraid he might fire you on the spot if you made any sound. You wondered why he chose to keep the traditional way of writing his last name, though you do admit it was prettier than the new way of writing it.
He sat himself behind his oak wood desk, the swivel chair making a small squeak. "I know you won't have classes for the next two hours but you're late."
"Yes. I am. I'm very sorry." You made a deep bow.
"Because?"
"I didn't wake up on time." You replied in an almost whisper, still bowed. "I swear it won't happen again."
Pause.
"That's actually not the main reason why I called you here, though." You glance up and catch him staring at you, twirling a metal pen on his fingers. "Come sit here." He gave the space of the oak wood table that was directly in front of him a small pat, eyes still on you.
"I'm... I'm sorry?" You look at him and cock your head to the side, thinking you misheard what he said.
He shifted on his seat, chuckling. "I asked you to sit here."
You look at his hand that was now giving the table an impatient tap and walked over to the spot, pushing yourself up to sit on it.
He stood up as soon as you sat down, his hand still on the table, barely an inch away from your thigh. He was glowering down at you, leaning in, to the point where your noses were almost touching and you could faintly smell his breath. You could feel your pulse quicken and your heartbeat racing. Your brain had already stopped functioning properly the moment the principal's eyes met yours because why the hell is this man so tantalizing? And more importantly, What the hell is going on?
"I thought about this and told myself I shouldn't say this but... I want you to know that I heard what you and Ninomiya-sensei were talking about at the school canteen the other day."
You say nothing and just sat still, trying your best to breathe normally, processing the words you were hearing from his heavenly mouth.
"Things teachers aren't supposed to talk about. What if the students heard you? What would they think? What would they tell their parents?" The baritone voice was almost sinister, those beautifully shaped eyes narrowing.
"I don't understand." You manage to say, your hands clammy.
"I don't want to go into specifics but I heard you tell Ninomiya-sensei that seeing my name on your school ID was already enough to get you off."
You made an audible gulp. Now you remember. You remember that hushed sexually frustrated conversation you had with your friend at the cafeteria, telling him that you haven't had sex in so long because you were too busy preparing to get into this school and it was starting to piss you off. You were using codes for the sexually explicit terms so the students wouldn't get it but you didn't think anyone else was listening, especially not the principal.
"I also heard you say you'd love to feel my hands on your thighs? Am I correct?"
The air-conditioning was at 14°C but your entire face felt like it was burning. "Y- yes."
"Why don't we make that conversation into reality then, sensei? I've locked the door so we don't need to worry about anything." You could feel his thumb gently stroke the hem of your skirt. "Do you want to?"
All you could do was tremble and take in deep breaths to stop yourself from sounding too desperate. "Please."
A deep chuckle. "I also heard you tell him that you'd love to see my face between your legs, how I'd look up at you while I was eating your pussy?" His fingers were now tracing the stitching on your skirt, up to the silhouette of your supposed to be seamless panties.
"But kocho, I don't think-"
"Don't think what, sensei?" His lips were barely touching your earlobe. "I've honestly thought about what to do about this, playing several situations in my head yet I still end with this scenario."
You gasped when you felt his hand between your legs, spreading them apart, making your skirt pull up and exposing the straps of your black garter belt and the cuffs of your stockings. He slipped a finger inside one of them and traced at the hem.
"Do you want to do this or not?"
You nod, whimpering. You were already soaking wet in between your legs and it was starting to hurt.
He grabs you by your ass and pulls you close. You could feel the heat of his bulge on your inner thigh and it was driving you crazy. "I remember you also said you'd love to suck me dry and ride me until we're both too exhausted to move. Is that right?" His mouth was lingering on the line of your jaw, his fingers slowly dancing from your thighs to the garter belt straps and to the slightly loose hem of your seamless underwear.
"Yes, yes, it is." God, you wanted him to touch you so bad. You want to reach into his pants and stroke him but for some reason your were frozen and you just couldn't do it.
"I also want to know what you taste like," He was now stroking the flesh just between your thighs and crotch, teasing. His free hand had made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you close, lightly caressing your lips with his. "and I want to hear you say my name with that pretty mouth."
You thanked the heavens you were wearing vanilla flavored kiss-proof lipstick, though you were sure as hell it wouldn't survive whatever you were going to do next with the principal.
"So what do you want me to do?" He asked, playing with your underwear, slipping a finger inside but careful to not touch you. "Please tell me again, sensei."
"Kocho-"
"Who?"
"Sho, please touch me."
"Touch you where?"
You bit your lower lip.
He snickered. "Tell me like how you told Ninomiya-sensei."
Your hand snaps from wherever it was to the back of his head, pulling him by the hair, whispering through your teeth. "I want your fingers on my clit, Sho. Please fuck me with your fingers, please."
He smiles and pulls you into a wet torrid kiss, slipping a finger inside your panties, flicking at your clit and sliding his middle and index finger up and down your wetness. You unconsciously spread your legs wider and pull him closer by his neck tie, lightly biting on his lip through the kiss. His fingers felt amazing, applying just the right amount of pressure on your clitoris, giving you that aching yet tingling sensation. He slipped his fingers inside you and then out, and slipped them back in, curling them just a bit in the right spot, before pulling them back out to stroke your clit again.
You were moaning through all this and were near your climax, trying hard to focus and not orgasm. It was too soon.
"Don't worry about it too much, sensei. If you want to come, you can." He whispered, lips touching your ear, wet from the kiss. He had three digits in you now, slipping them in and out of you in a painfully slow rhythm, sometimes stopping to rub your clit. "Or maybe... What was it you wanted me to do? I'm sorry I'm forgetting easily." He pull his hand away puts it on his lips and licks his fingers one by one as if to remind you. You stare at him, mouth dry. You purse your lips and fidget in your seat, not believing this is actually happening.
"Ah." He slips that same hand under your skirt and tugs your knickers down, kneeling to remove them completely, sniffing them before placing them beside you. "You have great taste for lingerie, too, sensei. This fabric is great." He pulls you closer to the edge of the table, your wetness now exposed in full bloom. He plants a trail of wet kisses on your inner thighs. "You smell delicious."
"Oh, god, Sho, please." You say, biting the back of your hand to stop yourself from saying this even louder. "Please eat me already, Sho, eat me and look at me while you eat my wet pussy."
A grin spread on his face. "I like that."
The moment his tongue made contact with your now so sensitive skin it was like an electric shock and you flinched at the sensation. This was a thousand times better than having a dick inside you, and you were gripping on the edge of the table as if your life depended on it. You stared at him and he stared back, maintaining eye contact as he spread your wetness all over with his skillful tongue. The principal was even better with his mouth than his fingers, he was tracing your entrance with his tongue and flicking it up and down your clit, and when he wasn't sucking on your crotch he made hickeys on your inner things and fucked you with his fingers, caressing your legs through your stockings with his other hand.
If there was heaven, this was it. You maintained eye contact with him and gasped his name over and over again as you came in his mouth, and he kept licking you until your orgasm dragged to an end, shuddering and panting, lying back on his oak wood desk.
"Was that good?" He asked, licking his lips.
You nod, a smile pulling on the ends of your mouth. "I haven't had cunnilingus that good in such a long time."
"I'm glad to hear that from you, sensei." He was standing in front of you now, and you hear something unzip and sit up to see his fully erect manhood spring from his dress pants. It was just a few measures short as being as thick as your wrist and was probably as long as half a ruler, its head pear shaped and oozing with precum. "Now it's time you return the favor and finally get to do to me what you told Ninomiya you'd do."
You push yourself off from the table and kneel in front of him, reaching out to touch his dick, just lightly at first before wrapping your fingers around it, admiring its size. You squeeze and pull from the hilt to its tip, looking up. "Can I...?"
"My pleasure."
You smile, kissing the tip of his hard-on, pulling his pants down and cradling his ball sack in your hand. You make a trail of small, light kisses from the head to his erection's root, and go back to the tip again leaving a trail of wetness on his penis' underside with your tongue. You see him lick his lips before biting them, dark browns still locked on yours. You nibble lightly at the head before taking him into your mouth, still looking up at him, making up for what your mouth couldn't take in with your hand. You go slow at first, humming while you pleasure him with your mouth, caressing his inner thighs and balls, fingering the flesh just between his scrotum and his ass while touching yourself with the other. You suck him more intensely as soon as you heard a low moan escape his lips, bobbing your head, matching it with the rhythm of you touching yourself.
"Reiko-" He breathes, now bucking his hips. The principal pulls the tie keeping your ponytail neat away and grabs you by the hair.
You lightly squeeze his balls, knowing he was near orgasm and he hisses your name again before releasing his load into your mouth. You swallow every drop in one gulp and he pulls you into an open mouth kiss, his hand between your legs again, playing with your clit, pushing you against the desk.
"I don't think you'd be able to ride me this time, sensei, but you're not leaving here unless we get what we both want." He manages to say in between your kiss. He sits you up on the the table and rubs his still hard cock on your entrance, and you moan at the sensation.
Jesus, you just wanted to him to fuck you up with that glorious dick. "Please, Sho, put it in." You pull away from him and breath these words, your hands searching for that coveted piece of flesh. You find his penis with your hand and try to slip him inside you- so fucking desperate.
"What?" He asks mockingly through a half-laugh.
"Please just fuck me, already, Sho. Fuck me so hard until I won't remember my name anymore."
He pulls your hand away and enters you so agonizingly slow you almost came right there and then. You could feel every inch of him fill you up. One of his hands were pulling on your hair, and that tugging sensation on your skull was resonating with your throbbing arousal, his other hand was groping your breasts. "Please, fuck me, please."
A chuckle rolls out from his throat into your mouth as he kisses you again, now going in and out of you in a quick and slightly rough pace. He angled himself just the right way and he was hitting all the right spots. You pulled away from the kiss to bury your face in his neck, moaning his name again and again as he thrust into you, taking all his scent in to embed this memory in your brain as much as you could. You just knew you would masturbate to this the years to come.
He pushed you down- and god knows how he managed to get on top of you- raising your leg to his shoulder, now pounding deeper and faster into you on top of his expensive oak wood table.
He kisses you again but you push him away to tell him that you were near catharsis, locking gazes as he moved on top of you. "Fuck, Sho-"
He bucks his hips and thrusts into you in an inconsistent rhythm, finally reaching his limit as you did, cumming inside you and gasping your name. He drags his orgasm out with a few more thrusts and you shudder in his arms as you come too, biting your lips and gripping his slim waist with both of your hands.
You stay there for a few seconds, maybe a minute or two, panting, a ball of entangled limbs and uniform.
Sakurai-kocho clears his throat and helps you up. "You could use my private washroom to freshen up, sensei." He says, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.
You nod, saying nothing, looking away in embarrassment. You pick up your discarded panties that were now on the floor and turned, walking to his washroom, straightening you skirt. You were about to turn the door knob when he says your name again. You freeze on the spot.
You look back and see that the principal was now seated on his swivel chair, already looking as respectable as he was on that day of the opening ceremony. "Maybe we could do this again after dinner this weekend?"
You're even more shocked than you already are but you didn't stop bliss from pouring out of your face through a smile. "I'd love that, Sho."
***
gagu writer's block daw haha putangina mo joe ang gagu mo hahahah pakyu ka hahahah
okay fine okay. i just needed to get that down on digital paper, okay? I promise I'm working on chapter 7 for Hard Feelings but for now, I hope you enjoyed that, I sure did. <3
Author: mahounadegata
Pairing/Focus: Sakurai x OC
Rating: NC-17 - graphic hetero sex and language
Warning: lots of D and ~LaDyPaRtS~, swearing, NSFW (duh).
Summary: The principal asks you to come to his office because you've done something bad. What's the punishment?
Note: OH MY GOD. it's not really a SakiBoku fic since it hasnt come out yet, but here Sho is just the principal so make what you can out of it. hahaha yay hetero smut. I didnt really go hard on the technicalities, i just really wanted to write this down.
this is dedicated to someone named cough. <3
***
You look at your wrist watch and wished that somehow, by some miracle, the gods of time and space would hear the pleas of your soul and stop the time, even just this once. It was just your second week at work and you were already running late. Five or ten minutes, you weren't sure and you didn't want to waste anymore time by checking again. The only thing you were sure about was that 1) it was already past 8 AM and 2) based on your impression of him, the school principal was going to wring your neck.
Having worn super tight fitted stockings underneath a high waist pencil skirt wasn't a very good idea, and three-inch stilettos weren't really made for running. I should've just worn flats, you think to yourself, but then I'd look like a dwarf and I don't want my students to make fun of me. You say this to yourself but in reality, you just wanted to impress the principal.
You were lucky enough to get hired as a teacher in this school you only dreamed of getting into when you were in middle school, and you felt like you were blessed by the heavens when he was introduced to you. All he said was My name is Sakurai Sho and I'm looking forward to working with you, because he needed to leave for a seminar, but damn. With that face, you already felt blessed.
The first time you heard him actually speaking was during the opening ceremony. He was standing on the podium with the air of someone who knew that he was in charge and had that intimidating no-nonsense aura to him. It had been such a long time since you heard someone speak so eloquently and you were so impressed and- embarrassing as it is to say this as a teacher- it was almost to the point of being sexually aroused.
Your fellow teacher Kazunari, a close friend way back from middle school, had told you about the principal's background. He had graduated from one of Japan's most prestigious universities and had gotten his master's degree in America. On top of that, he's from a prominent family and it really wasn't a big surprise how he became the school principal of one of Japan's highest-ranked private secondary school at such a young age with that background and experience.
This really wasn't such a big deal. What people mostly talked about was how someone so intelligent and with so much potential also have such a pretty face... and you completely understood what they meant. The principal was extremely good looking. His lips reminded you of rose buds and he had deep set almond shaped eyes that seemed to read your mind. His nose was quite buttony, but only just a bit, and you thought it was placed just perfectly on his face, strategically even- to make that jawline stand out even more than it should.
He had introduced you to the school on that same opening ceremony, giving you a light tap on the elbow as he urged you to say something about yourself. After the program, he congratulated you again and said that you could come to his office anytime if you needed anything... and Jesus Christ, hearing that deep voice up close was enough to make your knees weak.
You got to the faculty office panting, your damp hair in tangles, dropping- almost slamming- your things on your desk.
"Good morning, Reiko-sensei." Kazunari, who had his desk beside yours, greeted you in a sing-song voice. "Sakurai-kocho was looking for you. Said he wanted to see you in his office once you got here."
"Am I going to lose my job?"
He laughed. "Nah. Maybe a suspension, but you'll keep your job."
"Oh, shit." You tried to clam yourself by checking your make up on your desk mirror. "Did he say anything else?"
"Nope. I'm sure you let him know you were gonna be late?"
You shook your head. "Even I didn't know I was gonna be late."
"Oh, shit, indeed."
You left the faculty room after making sure you looked more than okay. Your lipstick was on point, button up shirt neatly tucked into your skirt, and your hair now in a nice ponytail. You double checked your stockings, making sure there wasn't a rip from all the running and checked your shoes just in case they were covered with dust. Kazunari said you shouldn't be too conscious and It's not like he's gonna eat you or anything. Well, not in the office anyway with a wink. You rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder.
You stopped in front of the principal's office door and took three deep breaths to center your thoughts. You raise your hand to knock but before your knuckle even hits the wooden door, it swings open. Your eyes were level with the rose bud lips and the prominent jaw, dressed in a crisp navy blue suit. It was Sakurai Sho.
"Ah, Usui-sensei. Good morning. I was just about to check the faculty office again to see if you were here already. Please come in."
"Yes, good morning. Thank you." You followed him inside the room, nervous and unsure about what was going to happen. You've heard rumors about the principal being very strict with time management, and even heard a story of him getting rid of a teacher who didn't follow the lesson plan schedule he gave.
You stood silently in front of his desk, counting the strokes of his name on the name plate on his table, afraid he might fire you on the spot if you made any sound. You wondered why he chose to keep the traditional way of writing his last name, though you do admit it was prettier than the new way of writing it.
He sat himself behind his oak wood desk, the swivel chair making a small squeak. "I know you won't have classes for the next two hours but you're late."
"Yes. I am. I'm very sorry." You made a deep bow.
"Because?"
"I didn't wake up on time." You replied in an almost whisper, still bowed. "I swear it won't happen again."
Pause.
"That's actually not the main reason why I called you here, though." You glance up and catch him staring at you, twirling a metal pen on his fingers. "Come sit here." He gave the space of the oak wood table that was directly in front of him a small pat, eyes still on you.
"I'm... I'm sorry?" You look at him and cock your head to the side, thinking you misheard what he said.
He shifted on his seat, chuckling. "I asked you to sit here."
You look at his hand that was now giving the table an impatient tap and walked over to the spot, pushing yourself up to sit on it.
He stood up as soon as you sat down, his hand still on the table, barely an inch away from your thigh. He was glowering down at you, leaning in, to the point where your noses were almost touching and you could faintly smell his breath. You could feel your pulse quicken and your heartbeat racing. Your brain had already stopped functioning properly the moment the principal's eyes met yours because why the hell is this man so tantalizing? And more importantly, What the hell is going on?
"I thought about this and told myself I shouldn't say this but... I want you to know that I heard what you and Ninomiya-sensei were talking about at the school canteen the other day."
You say nothing and just sat still, trying your best to breathe normally, processing the words you were hearing from his heavenly mouth.
"Things teachers aren't supposed to talk about. What if the students heard you? What would they think? What would they tell their parents?" The baritone voice was almost sinister, those beautifully shaped eyes narrowing.
"I don't understand." You manage to say, your hands clammy.
"I don't want to go into specifics but I heard you tell Ninomiya-sensei that seeing my name on your school ID was already enough to get you off."
You made an audible gulp. Now you remember. You remember that hushed sexually frustrated conversation you had with your friend at the cafeteria, telling him that you haven't had sex in so long because you were too busy preparing to get into this school and it was starting to piss you off. You were using codes for the sexually explicit terms so the students wouldn't get it but you didn't think anyone else was listening, especially not the principal.
"I also heard you say you'd love to feel my hands on your thighs? Am I correct?"
The air-conditioning was at 14°C but your entire face felt like it was burning. "Y- yes."
"Why don't we make that conversation into reality then, sensei? I've locked the door so we don't need to worry about anything." You could feel his thumb gently stroke the hem of your skirt. "Do you want to?"
All you could do was tremble and take in deep breaths to stop yourself from sounding too desperate. "Please."
A deep chuckle. "I also heard you tell him that you'd love to see my face between your legs, how I'd look up at you while I was eating your pussy?" His fingers were now tracing the stitching on your skirt, up to the silhouette of your supposed to be seamless panties.
"But kocho, I don't think-"
"Don't think what, sensei?" His lips were barely touching your earlobe. "I've honestly thought about what to do about this, playing several situations in my head yet I still end with this scenario."
You gasped when you felt his hand between your legs, spreading them apart, making your skirt pull up and exposing the straps of your black garter belt and the cuffs of your stockings. He slipped a finger inside one of them and traced at the hem.
"Do you want to do this or not?"
You nod, whimpering. You were already soaking wet in between your legs and it was starting to hurt.
He grabs you by your ass and pulls you close. You could feel the heat of his bulge on your inner thigh and it was driving you crazy. "I remember you also said you'd love to suck me dry and ride me until we're both too exhausted to move. Is that right?" His mouth was lingering on the line of your jaw, his fingers slowly dancing from your thighs to the garter belt straps and to the slightly loose hem of your seamless underwear.
"Yes, yes, it is." God, you wanted him to touch you so bad. You want to reach into his pants and stroke him but for some reason your were frozen and you just couldn't do it.
"I also want to know what you taste like," He was now stroking the flesh just between your thighs and crotch, teasing. His free hand had made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you close, lightly caressing your lips with his. "and I want to hear you say my name with that pretty mouth."
You thanked the heavens you were wearing vanilla flavored kiss-proof lipstick, though you were sure as hell it wouldn't survive whatever you were going to do next with the principal.
"So what do you want me to do?" He asked, playing with your underwear, slipping a finger inside but careful to not touch you. "Please tell me again, sensei."
"Kocho-"
"Who?"
"Sho, please touch me."
"Touch you where?"
You bit your lower lip.
He snickered. "Tell me like how you told Ninomiya-sensei."
Your hand snaps from wherever it was to the back of his head, pulling him by the hair, whispering through your teeth. "I want your fingers on my clit, Sho. Please fuck me with your fingers, please."
He smiles and pulls you into a wet torrid kiss, slipping a finger inside your panties, flicking at your clit and sliding his middle and index finger up and down your wetness. You unconsciously spread your legs wider and pull him closer by his neck tie, lightly biting on his lip through the kiss. His fingers felt amazing, applying just the right amount of pressure on your clitoris, giving you that aching yet tingling sensation. He slipped his fingers inside you and then out, and slipped them back in, curling them just a bit in the right spot, before pulling them back out to stroke your clit again.
You were moaning through all this and were near your climax, trying hard to focus and not orgasm. It was too soon.
"Don't worry about it too much, sensei. If you want to come, you can." He whispered, lips touching your ear, wet from the kiss. He had three digits in you now, slipping them in and out of you in a painfully slow rhythm, sometimes stopping to rub your clit. "Or maybe... What was it you wanted me to do? I'm sorry I'm forgetting easily." He pull his hand away puts it on his lips and licks his fingers one by one as if to remind you. You stare at him, mouth dry. You purse your lips and fidget in your seat, not believing this is actually happening.
"Ah." He slips that same hand under your skirt and tugs your knickers down, kneeling to remove them completely, sniffing them before placing them beside you. "You have great taste for lingerie, too, sensei. This fabric is great." He pulls you closer to the edge of the table, your wetness now exposed in full bloom. He plants a trail of wet kisses on your inner thighs. "You smell delicious."
"Oh, god, Sho, please." You say, biting the back of your hand to stop yourself from saying this even louder. "Please eat me already, Sho, eat me and look at me while you eat my wet pussy."
A grin spread on his face. "I like that."
The moment his tongue made contact with your now so sensitive skin it was like an electric shock and you flinched at the sensation. This was a thousand times better than having a dick inside you, and you were gripping on the edge of the table as if your life depended on it. You stared at him and he stared back, maintaining eye contact as he spread your wetness all over with his skillful tongue. The principal was even better with his mouth than his fingers, he was tracing your entrance with his tongue and flicking it up and down your clit, and when he wasn't sucking on your crotch he made hickeys on your inner things and fucked you with his fingers, caressing your legs through your stockings with his other hand.
If there was heaven, this was it. You maintained eye contact with him and gasped his name over and over again as you came in his mouth, and he kept licking you until your orgasm dragged to an end, shuddering and panting, lying back on his oak wood desk.
"Was that good?" He asked, licking his lips.
You nod, a smile pulling on the ends of your mouth. "I haven't had cunnilingus that good in such a long time."
"I'm glad to hear that from you, sensei." He was standing in front of you now, and you hear something unzip and sit up to see his fully erect manhood spring from his dress pants. It was just a few measures short as being as thick as your wrist and was probably as long as half a ruler, its head pear shaped and oozing with precum. "Now it's time you return the favor and finally get to do to me what you told Ninomiya you'd do."
You push yourself off from the table and kneel in front of him, reaching out to touch his dick, just lightly at first before wrapping your fingers around it, admiring its size. You squeeze and pull from the hilt to its tip, looking up. "Can I...?"
"My pleasure."
You smile, kissing the tip of his hard-on, pulling his pants down and cradling his ball sack in your hand. You make a trail of small, light kisses from the head to his erection's root, and go back to the tip again leaving a trail of wetness on his penis' underside with your tongue. You see him lick his lips before biting them, dark browns still locked on yours. You nibble lightly at the head before taking him into your mouth, still looking up at him, making up for what your mouth couldn't take in with your hand. You go slow at first, humming while you pleasure him with your mouth, caressing his inner thighs and balls, fingering the flesh just between his scrotum and his ass while touching yourself with the other. You suck him more intensely as soon as you heard a low moan escape his lips, bobbing your head, matching it with the rhythm of you touching yourself.
"Reiko-" He breathes, now bucking his hips. The principal pulls the tie keeping your ponytail neat away and grabs you by the hair.
You lightly squeeze his balls, knowing he was near orgasm and he hisses your name again before releasing his load into your mouth. You swallow every drop in one gulp and he pulls you into an open mouth kiss, his hand between your legs again, playing with your clit, pushing you against the desk.
"I don't think you'd be able to ride me this time, sensei, but you're not leaving here unless we get what we both want." He manages to say in between your kiss. He sits you up on the the table and rubs his still hard cock on your entrance, and you moan at the sensation.
Jesus, you just wanted to him to fuck you up with that glorious dick. "Please, Sho, put it in." You pull away from him and breath these words, your hands searching for that coveted piece of flesh. You find his penis with your hand and try to slip him inside you- so fucking desperate.
"What?" He asks mockingly through a half-laugh.
"Please just fuck me, already, Sho. Fuck me so hard until I won't remember my name anymore."
He pulls your hand away and enters you so agonizingly slow you almost came right there and then. You could feel every inch of him fill you up. One of his hands were pulling on your hair, and that tugging sensation on your skull was resonating with your throbbing arousal, his other hand was groping your breasts. "Please, fuck me, please."
A chuckle rolls out from his throat into your mouth as he kisses you again, now going in and out of you in a quick and slightly rough pace. He angled himself just the right way and he was hitting all the right spots. You pulled away from the kiss to bury your face in his neck, moaning his name again and again as he thrust into you, taking all his scent in to embed this memory in your brain as much as you could. You just knew you would masturbate to this the years to come.
He pushed you down- and god knows how he managed to get on top of you- raising your leg to his shoulder, now pounding deeper and faster into you on top of his expensive oak wood table.
He kisses you again but you push him away to tell him that you were near catharsis, locking gazes as he moved on top of you. "Fuck, Sho-"
He bucks his hips and thrusts into you in an inconsistent rhythm, finally reaching his limit as you did, cumming inside you and gasping your name. He drags his orgasm out with a few more thrusts and you shudder in his arms as you come too, biting your lips and gripping his slim waist with both of your hands.
You stay there for a few seconds, maybe a minute or two, panting, a ball of entangled limbs and uniform.
Sakurai-kocho clears his throat and helps you up. "You could use my private washroom to freshen up, sensei." He says, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.
You nod, saying nothing, looking away in embarrassment. You pick up your discarded panties that were now on the floor and turned, walking to his washroom, straightening you skirt. You were about to turn the door knob when he says your name again. You freeze on the spot.
You look back and see that the principal was now seated on his swivel chair, already looking as respectable as he was on that day of the opening ceremony. "Maybe we could do this again after dinner this weekend?"
You're even more shocked than you already are but you didn't stop bliss from pouring out of your face through a smile. "I'd love that, Sho."
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gagu writer's block daw haha putangina mo joe ang gagu mo hahahah pakyu ka hahahah
okay fine okay. i just needed to get that down on digital paper, okay? I promise I'm working on chapter 7 for Hard Feelings but for now, I hope you enjoyed that, I sure did. <3