[Drabbles Collection] Lesson of Love
Title: Lesson of Love
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG up to NC17
Genre: Fluff, Romance, High School AU
Word Count: 1487, consisted of 5 drabbles
Note: Unbeta-ed. Sorry for the grammatical errors! (^^;)v
[Pencil]
His favorite pencil wasn’t the expensive or ‘limited edition’ one anyway but Masaki really hated to know that it’s been the third time he lost his favorite mechanic-pencil. The pencil was green-colored with little red dots as the accents so it looked weirdly unique compared to his classmates’. Masaki also made sure that he had put a little sticker to the pencil with his name written on it already as a tag. Looking to his surrounding, under the desk, floor, even inside his friends’ pencil cases, he still couldn’t find it. When everyone on his class was fussing about their new homeroom teacher, Masaki nearly cried in desperate since he’s afraid that he wouldn’t be able to get the identical one on the book store, if it’s really gone.
“Aiba Masaki-kun?”
No, he’s not going to answer any call that time. Searching for his beloved mechanic-pencil was on Masaki’s top list of priority.
“A-i-ba-Ma-sa-ki-kun.”
And Masaki saw a pair of cleanly polished black shoes stepped closer to him.
“You are looking for this, right?”
He looked up to meet the owner and found a guy with a sweet smile formed by his full lips on a slightly chubby face, which he had never seen before, holding his mechanic-pencil.
[Notebook]
Another sigh of frustration came again from his mouth. Masaki had tried to hard to write something better on last page on his notebook then once again he decided to rip and changed into a piece of crumpled paper.
“As expected…This isn’t gonna work at all.” He scratched the front of his head in disappointment, which only made the brown-colored bangs went messier than it should be. Masaki closed his notebook and packed his stuffs to his school bag and left the classroom without noticing that his crumpled papers were still there.
And unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) they were accidentally found and read by someone, whom supposed to be the receiver of Masaki’s love letter.
The failed-love-letters reader cherished them all with another smile formed on his full lips.
[Blackboard]
Masaki said a low curse right when he found out that his cleaning-duties-group left the class earlier and dumped many works for him to do. He had told the group members that he’s not good with erasing the blackboard, since he would end up sneezing all the time and got his eyes go watery. But there’s no use to curse now and better if I do the cleaning fast, he thought. Masaki erased the blackboard as wide as he reached; the chalk’s dust flew anywhere like mad and made him sneezing hard and unstoppably.
“It looks like you really need some help now, huh?” Masaki startled a bit by the low voice which just broke the silence in the classroom. He thought that there’s no one but him before. “S-Sa-Sakurai sensei!” The older man amused by his student’s reaction and let out a small chuckle. Aiba Masaki’s homeroom teacher named Sakurai Sho decided to go to his desk and took some papers he left on it. The student felt nervous by a sudden closeness to his admired teacher, whom not supposed to be his crush but he had a crush on him anyway.
“Aiba-kun…” Masaki’s heart thumped many times faster than before right after he knew that his teacher stood way closer to him. The boy closed his eyes in panic then felt some warm fingers touched his right cheek. “Uh, you got dust on your face…” Yeah right. Masaki would like to mentally slap his own head because of his stupid reaction. Stupid dust and stupid imagination, he thought and laughed.
But then Masaki forgot about the dust and his random imagination immediately right when he felt full and soft lips landed on his slightly opened lips for real. It was so unpredictable and quite shocking for him, so Masaki dropped the board’s eraser with a loud thud on the floor. The kiss wasn't stopped just by the loud sound; Masaki even didn’t know how he could be that bold since he’s brave enough to deepen the kiss as the teacher pulled his body much closer to him.
[Necktie]
It felt so wrong yet it felt so right at the same time. Masaki thought that it was just a silly high school crush, would be ended as one-sided feeling, and at least would also left him as something nice to remember someday. But in fact, it went too far from a silly crush into something deeper called love and shares everything to each other sincerely.
As he tried to walk backward to the room properly, Masaki had completely forgotten with his previous mindset and logics about there’s no such deeper affection to his homeroom teacher but merely an admiration. The way the older man kissed him insatiably and the mind-blowing caresses on his body set him crazy, even though he should admit that his teacher has a clumsy-side since he’s not good enough to guide him walk to the bedroom with few stumbles here and there.
Masaki tried to catch some air as the teacher decided to explore his neck further with his lips and warm tongue. His mind was blank enough since he forgot about how he lost his school jacket and necktie and suddenly laid on his back above the fluffy bed. Masaki found his shirt was unbuttoned already and Sho’s lips devouring his exposed chest. He combed his fingers into the teacher’s hair lovingly yet he received another unexpected answer from him; the older man pulled Masaki’s wrists and tied it to the bed’s headboard with the boy’s necktie. “Sensei…what are you doi--hmph!” the student’s complain was soon to be cut by Sho’s bruising kisses and finally he let his guard down by opened his mouth wider to savor the teacher’s taste. Their tongues overlapped to each other as the rhythm of their body movements went unison.
The words ‘I love you’ were chanted unstoppably between their breathtaking kisses, Sho’s bedroom temperature went high unconsciously, and finally the layers of the couple’s clothes were peeled one by one slowly. “Sho…can’t hold it…anymore…” Masaki’s breath got more erratic in every second as the teacher tried to take his hard-and-already-leaking member deeper into his throat with some experimental ways of sucking and light bites. He purposely hummed to Masaki’s hardness and slipped one then followed by two lubed-digits into the boy’s tight hole, enjoying the warmness and his sweet moans like a symphony.
Masaki grasped onto his necktie which tied on the bed’s headboard tightly right after his lover decided to tease him and straightly thrust into his hole in one swift move, it was his first time and it hurts like hell. “Masaki, I’m sorry…so sorry…are you okay?” Luckily the teacher knew it and gave him soothing kisses on his eyes, tip of nose, lips, and also his neck. “I’m okay now…” The younger man looked at his lover’s eyes sincerely, telling him not to stop and take it slow. Once he felt that he had adjusted enough to Sho’s size, Masaki raised up the tempo step by step until it became a fast one.
The sound of skin slapping got louder, sweet words turned into moaning mess as Sho hit the right spot and Masaki clenched his walls tighter because of it; they came hard almost at the same time with a long moan and quite loud scream. “I…I love you. I love you, Masaki. So much…” even the high tension was calmed down already, the teacher refused to release his lover from his tight hug and let their bodies stay connected for a while. He stared at Masaki’s glowing face lovingly, tried to embed the beautiful view on his mind deeply and kissed the younger man. “I love you, Aiba Masaki.” He found his lover’s blushing, smiled shyly then gave him another deep kiss as a reply.
[Invitation Card]
He supposed to have some fun that time, but everything went off from the actual plan. Masaki heard another mail notification from his cellphone; it must be from his high school classmates, he thought, so he decided to turn the phone off and put it inside the nightstand’s drawer. Masaki looked again to the invitation card he threw earlier on the bed. How much he hated to miss the high school reunion party only because of stupid pollen-allergy as new season comes.
“Penny for your thought.” He felt a light kiss on his cheek. Masaki looked at the other’s face, gave him a pout yet he got some chuckles and another kisses from his lover. “Why…stupid-pollen-allergy? I’ve been waiting for this party!” Masaki pulled into a warm embrace by his lover. “Baby, you got me here already. Just count it as your own reunion party.” The older man’s calming words were laughed by his lover as he snuggled closer to feel warmer.
“Nuh-uh! You’re my husband so it doesn’t count as reunion, Sakurai-sensei.”
[END]
Gotta admit that I missed to write something about Sakuraiba. XD ♥
Thanks for reading anyway!
As usual; claps, comments, or critiques are ♥
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG up to NC17
Genre: Fluff, Romance, High School AU
Word Count: 1487, consisted of 5 drabbles
Note: Unbeta-ed. Sorry for the grammatical errors! (^^;)v
[Pencil]
His favorite pencil wasn’t the expensive or ‘limited edition’ one anyway but Masaki really hated to know that it’s been the third time he lost his favorite mechanic-pencil. The pencil was green-colored with little red dots as the accents so it looked weirdly unique compared to his classmates’. Masaki also made sure that he had put a little sticker to the pencil with his name written on it already as a tag. Looking to his surrounding, under the desk, floor, even inside his friends’ pencil cases, he still couldn’t find it. When everyone on his class was fussing about their new homeroom teacher, Masaki nearly cried in desperate since he’s afraid that he wouldn’t be able to get the identical one on the book store, if it’s really gone.
“Aiba Masaki-kun?”
No, he’s not going to answer any call that time. Searching for his beloved mechanic-pencil was on Masaki’s top list of priority.
“A-i-ba-Ma-sa-ki-kun.”
And Masaki saw a pair of cleanly polished black shoes stepped closer to him.
“You are looking for this, right?”
He looked up to meet the owner and found a guy with a sweet smile formed by his full lips on a slightly chubby face, which he had never seen before, holding his mechanic-pencil.
[Notebook]
Another sigh of frustration came again from his mouth. Masaki had tried to hard to write something better on last page on his notebook then once again he decided to rip and changed into a piece of crumpled paper.
“As expected…This isn’t gonna work at all.” He scratched the front of his head in disappointment, which only made the brown-colored bangs went messier than it should be. Masaki closed his notebook and packed his stuffs to his school bag and left the classroom without noticing that his crumpled papers were still there.
And unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) they were accidentally found and read by someone, whom supposed to be the receiver of Masaki’s love letter.
The failed-love-letters reader cherished them all with another smile formed on his full lips.
[Blackboard]
Masaki said a low curse right when he found out that his cleaning-duties-group left the class earlier and dumped many works for him to do. He had told the group members that he’s not good with erasing the blackboard, since he would end up sneezing all the time and got his eyes go watery. But there’s no use to curse now and better if I do the cleaning fast, he thought. Masaki erased the blackboard as wide as he reached; the chalk’s dust flew anywhere like mad and made him sneezing hard and unstoppably.
“It looks like you really need some help now, huh?” Masaki startled a bit by the low voice which just broke the silence in the classroom. He thought that there’s no one but him before. “S-Sa-Sakurai sensei!” The older man amused by his student’s reaction and let out a small chuckle. Aiba Masaki’s homeroom teacher named Sakurai Sho decided to go to his desk and took some papers he left on it. The student felt nervous by a sudden closeness to his admired teacher, whom not supposed to be his crush but he had a crush on him anyway.
“Aiba-kun…” Masaki’s heart thumped many times faster than before right after he knew that his teacher stood way closer to him. The boy closed his eyes in panic then felt some warm fingers touched his right cheek. “Uh, you got dust on your face…” Yeah right. Masaki would like to mentally slap his own head because of his stupid reaction. Stupid dust and stupid imagination, he thought and laughed.
But then Masaki forgot about the dust and his random imagination immediately right when he felt full and soft lips landed on his slightly opened lips for real. It was so unpredictable and quite shocking for him, so Masaki dropped the board’s eraser with a loud thud on the floor. The kiss wasn't stopped just by the loud sound; Masaki even didn’t know how he could be that bold since he’s brave enough to deepen the kiss as the teacher pulled his body much closer to him.
[Necktie]
It felt so wrong yet it felt so right at the same time. Masaki thought that it was just a silly high school crush, would be ended as one-sided feeling, and at least would also left him as something nice to remember someday. But in fact, it went too far from a silly crush into something deeper called love and shares everything to each other sincerely.
As he tried to walk backward to the room properly, Masaki had completely forgotten with his previous mindset and logics about there’s no such deeper affection to his homeroom teacher but merely an admiration. The way the older man kissed him insatiably and the mind-blowing caresses on his body set him crazy, even though he should admit that his teacher has a clumsy-side since he’s not good enough to guide him walk to the bedroom with few stumbles here and there.
Masaki tried to catch some air as the teacher decided to explore his neck further with his lips and warm tongue. His mind was blank enough since he forgot about how he lost his school jacket and necktie and suddenly laid on his back above the fluffy bed. Masaki found his shirt was unbuttoned already and Sho’s lips devouring his exposed chest. He combed his fingers into the teacher’s hair lovingly yet he received another unexpected answer from him; the older man pulled Masaki’s wrists and tied it to the bed’s headboard with the boy’s necktie. “Sensei…what are you doi--hmph!” the student’s complain was soon to be cut by Sho’s bruising kisses and finally he let his guard down by opened his mouth wider to savor the teacher’s taste. Their tongues overlapped to each other as the rhythm of their body movements went unison.
The words ‘I love you’ were chanted unstoppably between their breathtaking kisses, Sho’s bedroom temperature went high unconsciously, and finally the layers of the couple’s clothes were peeled one by one slowly. “Sho…can’t hold it…anymore…” Masaki’s breath got more erratic in every second as the teacher tried to take his hard-and-already-leaking member deeper into his throat with some experimental ways of sucking and light bites. He purposely hummed to Masaki’s hardness and slipped one then followed by two lubed-digits into the boy’s tight hole, enjoying the warmness and his sweet moans like a symphony.
Masaki grasped onto his necktie which tied on the bed’s headboard tightly right after his lover decided to tease him and straightly thrust into his hole in one swift move, it was his first time and it hurts like hell. “Masaki, I’m sorry…so sorry…are you okay?” Luckily the teacher knew it and gave him soothing kisses on his eyes, tip of nose, lips, and also his neck. “I’m okay now…” The younger man looked at his lover’s eyes sincerely, telling him not to stop and take it slow. Once he felt that he had adjusted enough to Sho’s size, Masaki raised up the tempo step by step until it became a fast one.
The sound of skin slapping got louder, sweet words turned into moaning mess as Sho hit the right spot and Masaki clenched his walls tighter because of it; they came hard almost at the same time with a long moan and quite loud scream. “I…I love you. I love you, Masaki. So much…” even the high tension was calmed down already, the teacher refused to release his lover from his tight hug and let their bodies stay connected for a while. He stared at Masaki’s glowing face lovingly, tried to embed the beautiful view on his mind deeply and kissed the younger man. “I love you, Aiba Masaki.” He found his lover’s blushing, smiled shyly then gave him another deep kiss as a reply.
[Invitation Card]
He supposed to have some fun that time, but everything went off from the actual plan. Masaki heard another mail notification from his cellphone; it must be from his high school classmates, he thought, so he decided to turn the phone off and put it inside the nightstand’s drawer. Masaki looked again to the invitation card he threw earlier on the bed. How much he hated to miss the high school reunion party only because of stupid pollen-allergy as new season comes.
“Penny for your thought.” He felt a light kiss on his cheek. Masaki looked at the other’s face, gave him a pout yet he got some chuckles and another kisses from his lover. “Why…stupid-pollen-allergy? I’ve been waiting for this party!” Masaki pulled into a warm embrace by his lover. “Baby, you got me here already. Just count it as your own reunion party.” The older man’s calming words were laughed by his lover as he snuggled closer to feel warmer.
“Nuh-uh! You’re my husband so it doesn’t count as reunion, Sakurai-sensei.”
[END]
Gotta admit that I missed to write something about Sakuraiba. XD ♥
Thanks for reading anyway!
As usual; claps, comments, or critiques are ♥