He's What I go to school for- Chapter 10
Title: He’s What I Go To School For
Author: Kimmi
Pairing: Vam
Summery: Ville is the school Goth freak who no ones pays attention to, let alone knows he exists. But when the bullying starts to increase is there any point in staying in school, well there is when he meets his new Media teacher.
Disclaimer: I do not own them -although I wish I did- As real as Ville’s tiny pecker xD
A/N: New story! I was just so bored while waiting to fall asleep last night that I just started thinking about how hot teacher and student Vam relationships are xD
Chapter 1/ Chapter 2/ Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9
[Yup, it's me again! New chapter of course, hope you have seen my new story out, would be awesome if you read it and all that jazz xD hope you enjoy]
As soon as he came down from his high he was staring at me….well more like glaring at me. He gritted his teeth and stood from his chair, pulling me out from under his desk.
“What the fuck do you think you are playing at?!” He yelled at me but in a whisper. I bowed my head, feeling the tears starting to rise again. I had cried too much over the last few days and I was convinced that I wouldn’t cry today.
Obviously I was wrong as I felt the warm wetness fall over my porcelain skin and drip of my jaw line. My bottom lip shuddered as I tried to keep the tears from falling. I felt his hand cup my face, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry” I whimpered like a scared dog.
“Oh come on..” He gave me a look of sympathy and took me into his strong arms, holding me closer than ever before “Just….Not in front of another teacher again….please?” He let out a soft laugh, kissing the top of my head.
I nodded against his chest and instantly felt guilty about getting black makeup on his white shirt and stripy silk tie. Oh how I hated him in these dull clothes, he looked so much sexier in what he wears outside of school.
I loved it when he wore silk button-up shirts. The way they hung from his shoulders and revealed his toned, tanned chest. Mine was much different. Hardly any muscle on my skinny form and the whitest skin you could get. I tan easily but my skin is never on show to ever get some sunlight. I would say my skin -but not all of me- was a vampire. It only ever showed itself in the light of the moon.
He hands went to rest on my ass, squeezing gently. It was when I went to reach for his, I noticed he still hadn’t fastened his pants up, now hanging loosely from his hips. I slid my hands underneath the pants and rested them on his bare behind. He groaned, his hands doing the same but with a little more effort, seeing as my pants were a little tighter.
His lips attached to mine, tongues tangling and we started to grind our hips together, rubbing our hardening cocks together. We moaned into the kiss, he motioned for me to wrap my legs around his waist, him holding me up from holding my ass.
He walked up over to his desk, placing me on the edge and making me lie down, legs dangling over the end of the dark wooden desk. He stood between my legs, rubbing my inner thighs. He moved closer to the growing bulge in my pants with every circular motion.
It was just as he was going to rub my crotch area that the bell for end of break rang and he jumped away from me “Shit, I have a class now” He groaned in annoyance, pulling me up into a sitting position and kissing my lips lightly.
“But…I’m as hard as the fucking Eiffel tower on a cold day!” I whined, kicking my heels against the filing cabinet under his desk. He giggled at my description, pulling me off the desk and into a standing position.
“I love your sense of humour” He smiled and kissed my lips once again “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you tonight” He said with a wink, leading me towards the door.
“Evil Bastard” I pouted once more, covering the bulge in my pants with my shoulder bag and walking out of the room.
**
I was in agony for the rest of the day, the stiffness never dying down as I kept thinking of what could have happened if the bell hadn’t rung.
I was currently in history, sat next to one of the only people who liked me for me, Jonne. He was a good looking guy with bright blue eyes and long blond hair.
He currently sat talking to me about how hot he thought Mr. Margera was, drawing all over his notepad. Little Nirvana smiley faces everywhere and Guns N’ Roses written in all different kinds of writing. He was as obsessed with those two bands as much as I was with Black Sabbath.
“I mean, I would love him to fuck me over his desk” He continued to ramble and it would have happened to me if it wasn’t for that fucking bell I thought to myself, a scowl coming across my face as he told me about how he had jerked off to a picture he secretly took of him, last night.
I had never felt so relieved when I heard the bell ring for the end of the day, happy I was finally getting to see my baby.
“Can I walk home with you tonight?” The small blond boy asked me I shook my head, standing from my desk.
“Sorry I have a lift home” I stated, starting to walk out of the classroom, Jonne following. I took no notice of him as I made my way through the school, turning a random corner to lose him. I looked back and saw he wasn’t there, so I carried on towards the teacher car park.
I arrived outside, seeing Bam leant against his car waiting for me once again. Looking over my shoulder not seeing anyone, I gave him the quickest kiss on the lips I’d ever given and went round the other side of the car to climb in, suddenly I caught sight of a pair of bright blue eyes staring at me, hurt in them.
But they weren’t Bam’s, they were Jonne’s.
“Ville” He gasped, it was like looking into a hurt puppies eyes. It wasn’t like I was even friends with the boy, so I wasn’t doing anything wrong….well I was but not to him anyway.
I placed my hands over my face, shaking my head and looking back up, eyes connecting with Bam’s “I can’t believe you” The boys voice rung in the air once more, I sighed, not seeing us going anywhere for a long time.
He walked over to me “You could have said you were getting a lift of him. You know how much I like him” A little too much for my liking I told my mind to shut up as he hung his head low.
“Get in the car” Bam told us both, Jonne’s head shooting up, a smile covering his face.
**
“So where is your house?” I asked the smiling boy in the back seat.
“A couple of blocks away” He sighed contently “But if you don’t mind me asking….Can I hang around with you tonight?” He asked me, obviously oblivious to the fact I was now living at Bam’s. He shifted in his seat, trying to shuffle his body a little more closer to the two front seats.
“Sorry Jonne we-I have plans” I cursed at myself in my mind, turning my body forwards once again.
“Oh Okay, another day then?” He asked hopeful.
“Sure” I mumbled, hearing him tell Bam to stop the car. We stopped outside a large house, lots of school children running into the house.
“Are all these people your brothers and sisters?” Bam asked him, obviously reading my mind or something.
“Oh no, I live in a children’s home. I was brought here because my parents were incapable of looking after me and my brothers” He stated, climbing out of the car and to the drivers window, looking my Bam in the eyes before saying goodbye to him in some sort of seductive voice and swaying his hips as he walked inside, giving one last wave.
“That’s one weird kid” Bam said, shaking his head and driving the rest of the way home.
**
We pulled up to his apartment building and got out of the car. As soon as we were in the door, our lips were attached once more. The stiffness in my jeans hadn’t died down, I was starting to think someone had slipped some Viagra into my coffee that morning. I thrust my hips into his, feeling his need for me and moaning into the kiss.
“Bedroom?” He mumbled through our kiss.
“No….couch, can’t make it there” I moaned as he thrust his hips into mine once more, panting, he started leading me to the couch, lying me down and leaning over me, lips still attached.
[hope you enjoyed ^_^ and please comment, I love to here from my reader, it helps me write better smut ;) love you all]
Author: Kimmi
Pairing: Vam
Summery: Ville is the school Goth freak who no ones pays attention to, let alone knows he exists. But when the bullying starts to increase is there any point in staying in school, well there is when he meets his new Media teacher.
Disclaimer: I do not own them -although I wish I did- As real as Ville’s tiny pecker xD
A/N: New story! I was just so bored while waiting to fall asleep last night that I just started thinking about how hot teacher and student Vam relationships are xD
Chapter 1/ Chapter 2/ Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9
[Yup, it's me again! New chapter of course, hope you have seen my new story out, would be awesome if you read it and all that jazz xD hope you enjoy]
As soon as he came down from his high he was staring at me….well more like glaring at me. He gritted his teeth and stood from his chair, pulling me out from under his desk.
“What the fuck do you think you are playing at?!” He yelled at me but in a whisper. I bowed my head, feeling the tears starting to rise again. I had cried too much over the last few days and I was convinced that I wouldn’t cry today.
Obviously I was wrong as I felt the warm wetness fall over my porcelain skin and drip of my jaw line. My bottom lip shuddered as I tried to keep the tears from falling. I felt his hand cup my face, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry” I whimpered like a scared dog.
“Oh come on..” He gave me a look of sympathy and took me into his strong arms, holding me closer than ever before “Just….Not in front of another teacher again….please?” He let out a soft laugh, kissing the top of my head.
I nodded against his chest and instantly felt guilty about getting black makeup on his white shirt and stripy silk tie. Oh how I hated him in these dull clothes, he looked so much sexier in what he wears outside of school.
I loved it when he wore silk button-up shirts. The way they hung from his shoulders and revealed his toned, tanned chest. Mine was much different. Hardly any muscle on my skinny form and the whitest skin you could get. I tan easily but my skin is never on show to ever get some sunlight. I would say my skin -but not all of me- was a vampire. It only ever showed itself in the light of the moon.
He hands went to rest on my ass, squeezing gently. It was when I went to reach for his, I noticed he still hadn’t fastened his pants up, now hanging loosely from his hips. I slid my hands underneath the pants and rested them on his bare behind. He groaned, his hands doing the same but with a little more effort, seeing as my pants were a little tighter.
His lips attached to mine, tongues tangling and we started to grind our hips together, rubbing our hardening cocks together. We moaned into the kiss, he motioned for me to wrap my legs around his waist, him holding me up from holding my ass.
He walked up over to his desk, placing me on the edge and making me lie down, legs dangling over the end of the dark wooden desk. He stood between my legs, rubbing my inner thighs. He moved closer to the growing bulge in my pants with every circular motion.
It was just as he was going to rub my crotch area that the bell for end of break rang and he jumped away from me “Shit, I have a class now” He groaned in annoyance, pulling me up into a sitting position and kissing my lips lightly.
“But…I’m as hard as the fucking Eiffel tower on a cold day!” I whined, kicking my heels against the filing cabinet under his desk. He giggled at my description, pulling me off the desk and into a standing position.
“I love your sense of humour” He smiled and kissed my lips once again “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you tonight” He said with a wink, leading me towards the door.
“Evil Bastard” I pouted once more, covering the bulge in my pants with my shoulder bag and walking out of the room.
**
I was in agony for the rest of the day, the stiffness never dying down as I kept thinking of what could have happened if the bell hadn’t rung.
I was currently in history, sat next to one of the only people who liked me for me, Jonne. He was a good looking guy with bright blue eyes and long blond hair.
He currently sat talking to me about how hot he thought Mr. Margera was, drawing all over his notepad. Little Nirvana smiley faces everywhere and Guns N’ Roses written in all different kinds of writing. He was as obsessed with those two bands as much as I was with Black Sabbath.
“I mean, I would love him to fuck me over his desk” He continued to ramble and it would have happened to me if it wasn’t for that fucking bell I thought to myself, a scowl coming across my face as he told me about how he had jerked off to a picture he secretly took of him, last night.
I had never felt so relieved when I heard the bell ring for the end of the day, happy I was finally getting to see my baby.
“Can I walk home with you tonight?” The small blond boy asked me I shook my head, standing from my desk.
“Sorry I have a lift home” I stated, starting to walk out of the classroom, Jonne following. I took no notice of him as I made my way through the school, turning a random corner to lose him. I looked back and saw he wasn’t there, so I carried on towards the teacher car park.
I arrived outside, seeing Bam leant against his car waiting for me once again. Looking over my shoulder not seeing anyone, I gave him the quickest kiss on the lips I’d ever given and went round the other side of the car to climb in, suddenly I caught sight of a pair of bright blue eyes staring at me, hurt in them.
But they weren’t Bam’s, they were Jonne’s.
“Ville” He gasped, it was like looking into a hurt puppies eyes. It wasn’t like I was even friends with the boy, so I wasn’t doing anything wrong….well I was but not to him anyway.
I placed my hands over my face, shaking my head and looking back up, eyes connecting with Bam’s “I can’t believe you” The boys voice rung in the air once more, I sighed, not seeing us going anywhere for a long time.
He walked over to me “You could have said you were getting a lift of him. You know how much I like him” A little too much for my liking I told my mind to shut up as he hung his head low.
“Get in the car” Bam told us both, Jonne’s head shooting up, a smile covering his face.
**
“So where is your house?” I asked the smiling boy in the back seat.
“A couple of blocks away” He sighed contently “But if you don’t mind me asking….Can I hang around with you tonight?” He asked me, obviously oblivious to the fact I was now living at Bam’s. He shifted in his seat, trying to shuffle his body a little more closer to the two front seats.
“Sorry Jonne we-I have plans” I cursed at myself in my mind, turning my body forwards once again.
“Oh Okay, another day then?” He asked hopeful.
“Sure” I mumbled, hearing him tell Bam to stop the car. We stopped outside a large house, lots of school children running into the house.
“Are all these people your brothers and sisters?” Bam asked him, obviously reading my mind or something.
“Oh no, I live in a children’s home. I was brought here because my parents were incapable of looking after me and my brothers” He stated, climbing out of the car and to the drivers window, looking my Bam in the eyes before saying goodbye to him in some sort of seductive voice and swaying his hips as he walked inside, giving one last wave.
“That’s one weird kid” Bam said, shaking his head and driving the rest of the way home.
**
We pulled up to his apartment building and got out of the car. As soon as we were in the door, our lips were attached once more. The stiffness in my jeans hadn’t died down, I was starting to think someone had slipped some Viagra into my coffee that morning. I thrust my hips into his, feeling his need for me and moaning into the kiss.
“Bedroom?” He mumbled through our kiss.
“No….couch, can’t make it there” I moaned as he thrust his hips into mine once more, panting, he started leading me to the couch, lying me down and leaning over me, lips still attached.
[hope you enjoyed ^_^ and please comment, I love to here from my reader, it helps me write better smut ;) love you all]