You asked many classmates to pinch, slap, and poke and punch any vital part of your body where reality could finally slap you across the face as your principal announced that your current art teacher had resigned and that a new teacher will be working there from now on.
But wait, why let others harm you for such a vague announcement?
“You’ve got to be shittin’ me…”
Because, this new teacher was no ordinary goof or loser that faked a smile and faked praises for your stick figure drawings and simple swipes of a paintbrush ‘artwork’. No; this new teacher was straightforward, blunt—heartless, per say—and not afraid to make you sulk; even if it meant growing mushrooms in the corner…
“He smells like blooming rose petals, ne?”
…but wait, that’s not the reason why you were catching flies with a blank canvas standing before you. Again, no; this teacher was attractive, stylish, graceful, flawless and worst of all, the one who’d thumped your beating heart to your skull.
He had pale skin that glinted his cheek whenever he looked over his shoulder; perfect set of polish hair that parted in many ways attractive—especially the single strand that fell between his face, causing many swoons whenever he brushed it aside with a single digit—and last, but not least, his mysterious glances controlled by uniquely hued orbs hiding underneath blinking lashes that practically sniped an arrow through your forehead whenever he blinked your way.
And now, his stride was something else; such gallant steps towards you were like hearing the Hallelujah chorus.
“_____, is there a specific excuse for your canvas to be blank?”
Oh, the soft vocals behind that tongue of his specifically had you blankly staring as you slowly gazed up from the torture of daydreaming. It took several ‘double shot’ glances to believe he was actually directing a question to you. Alas! His body language of a single head tilt answered your mental question of desperation!
“U-uh—I didn’t understand…the lesson…?” you leeringly answered, scratching the back of your sweaty head, and let out a goofy giggle that would probably have you wanting to smash your head against the wall.
Sebastian pushed up those glasses, of which you assumed he didn’t need, and huffed a deep, hopeless sigh before bending to your level; taking your hand with the paintbrush, he danced the brush in many ways possible to create a perfect work of art in a matter of swipes.
“You’re creating imagination with space, texture, shape and…-
Oh dear God.
He was holding your hand, fingers between your knuckles as his palm pressed with the back of your hand, a manner that had you shivering with gasps as you made eye contact with his red-orange hues.
Now that, those eyes, is what I would yearn to sketch even if it takes me days…and then keep it under my pillow.
He stands erect now, crosses his arms over his chest. “Was that understandable, or do I have to repeat myself…?”
No, I was too busy staring at your lips you sexy mofo’.
“Uh…-huh…?” you nod with half parted lips and he returned a teasing smirk before stalking off to critique on someone else’s painting.
Ears drummed in anxiety from that damned organ.
“Whoah…I thought Michaelis-Sensei would slap you upside the head for not working. Lucky you ______-san!” the blonde sitting next to you, named Finny, chimed as he rubbed his cheek where Sebastian had used his glove to slap with for mistaking a circle with a square.
You giggled at his goofy smile. “I held my breath too.”
Lies. I summoned in on purpose~
~…~
The sound of the bell had never startled you the way it had now; even the paint on the holder had been knocked to the ground by a sudden jolt of your knee.
“Ooops.”
Sebastian halts his pen and gazes at the mess made on the (former) perfectly polished tile. “And I assume you’ll be accompanying me for an extra hour cleaning that up?”
You stared at him for a long moment, letting your classmates bump your shoulder as they exited the room—some mouthing ‘good luck’ and some girls glaring for your strike of luck—and at the corner of your lips, an invisible Cheshire grin spread while an apologetic smile coated it.
You slightly bent at the waist for a respectful bow and hands hugged together in honesty.
“Yes, Seb-I mean Michaelis-Sensei.”
Sebastian stares at your form for a moment before standing to pace forwards, slowly taking his glasses off and cups the tip of your chin to lock [E/C] eyes with deviant orbs that complimented the smirk on his lips that foreshadowed lust.
Because it was understandable by Sebastian that mistakes are only normal to human beings.
Friday, December 31, 2010
❃Just one Forbidden Touch❃Byakuran
[Name] woke up to find her body elevated: wrists, ankles and neck pulsing from the glistening wires that pressed her against the cold wall. She blinked repeatedly to get a clear view of a familiar room and began to squirm until she hopelessly sighed. Apparently she had done something wrong to be pinned up on a wall, which was stained by her blood from previous ‘punishments’, and with sharp wire slicing her skin open with any slight movement.
However, the number of ‘punishments’ seemed to be weirdly increasing (sometimes even twice a day) that some options ran through her crazed mind.
But Byakuran was no kind of man on tagging a relationship as ‘serious’ or ‘concrete’. Much more fun it was for him to call love a fragile game, considering how much blood and tears [Name] spilled; while he only amusingly laughed, playing with her nerves like a child entertained by its doll or plastic race car toy.
Suddenly a ray of light burns her eyes and squints to make out a familiar silhouette that swarmed butterflies at the pit of her belly, until it spoke up. “[Name]-chan~.”
Shit…
[Name] trembled at Byakuran’s husky calling as he approached her, an innocent smile spreading his lips; saying her name was just as pleasurable as touching her trembling and delicate body. She humbly yelped to the sharp at the instep of her ankle and shot Byakuran a piercing glare, terror filling her [E/C] irises.
“[Name]-chan, you know what you’re here, right?”
Was it because you simply love to see me stained in blood…?
His long fingers traced her messy hairline, down to caressing her flushed cheek (swirling his finger along the side of her face) and cupped her moist chin up for her cold gaze to lock into his teasing purple eyes. She flinched, a gasp swept her quivering lips as the wire at her neck tightened, coiling more beads of blood trail down her chest and panted for air.
“Byakuran-sama…” she weakly sighed out, letting her head drop as Byakuran licked the blood that tainted her skin. Biting back an itching moan, [Name] tightly bit down her lower lip, unknowingly slicing her skin open and let the unnoticed blood trickle down her chin only to capture her master’s attention.
“Oh? Looky here~”
Byakuran chuckles as his finger tilted her chin to watch the red liquid slowly slide down the side of her neck and thus formed that playful smirk that made [Name] swallow the lump in her throat.
His lips leaned in to whisper at her ear. “You seem to be hiding pleasure, [Name]-chan~”.
Not like you deserve it.
The wire at her throat sliced yet another skin layer and she screams in agony, panting out words of a beggar. Byakuran grabs the back of her head, pulling her in to roughly meet his lips and [Name] couldn’t do as much but to kiss back as his tongue forced through her lips, knowingly to be an automatic order.
[Name] had no idea that the more she bit back hints of pleasure, the more Byakuran tempted to tease.
His hands sneak under her shirt, smirking to hear her gasp as his hands reached her breasts and slowly pulls away smiling; chuckling to notice the thread of saliva running down the edge of her mouth, his hands grip at her hips (her face scrunched to hide the pleasure) and presses his body to hers (her expression scowled to the tingling feelings at her lower half).
She whimpered out at the sudden warm breath at her neck and twitched her hands only to whine from the sudden sharpening slicing pain at her wrists. Byakuran begins to feel this addicting teasing frenzy, smirking lips widened to the mixing emotions swelling on her face and begins to bite the skin of her neck this time, slowly trailing nipping down her goose bump textured chest.
It was then, [Name] had enough. The loss of blood was taking over her instincts that her mentality was losing control.
“Bya-Byakuran-sama…rele-release me…please…” her voice weakly croaks out (regret slapped the back of her mind to hear his poisoning laugh) and he grabs her chin, forcing her lips to purse out as he glared at her weak expression.
“My cute little [Name]-chan~ has she repented against her sin?”
Mental growl. I will regret this…
She weakly picks up her gaze and nods, a weak smile on her lips. “I regret… whatever I have done… to cause vengeance against me, Byakuran-sama…”
Though I have no fuckin’ idea what I did…
Slowly, her vision weakened and began to see hallucinations of multiple white haired tyrants leaning in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before turning to the wired body parts.
After that, she felt her body slam the ground and wheezed out air to pant in air, coughing in the process. Her face is then picked up by a couple of cold hands to stare into multiple blurry purple hues, and her body reacts by sitting up on her knees.
“It seems [Name]-chan is tired, hmm?”
His voice echoed, like multiple tones bouncing against the walls and [Name] nods her head, [H/C] stray hairs falling in front of her face and swept away by his hand.
Her forehead is kissed by his lips before Byakuran pulls [Name] into his chest. “Well then, rest my beloved pet.”
It was then that [Name]’s attention was drawn with the utter feeling of drumming against her ear; the beating of a heart.
Is that…your heart?
Her eyes slightly parted opened as the drumming picked up its pace, beating faster once Byakuran tightened his grasp around her shoulders.
Impossible. Love’s nothing but a game to you.
Byakuran pressed his cheek against her head, a smile on his lips and whispered words at her ear once [Name] fell into a deep slumber.
“Silly [Name]-chan~”
Your punishment…
He strokes her swollen lips with the tip of his thumb. “Stupid, naïve and adorable child.”
was because…
He smiled at her sleeping expression (noticing the peaceful nature) and kissed her cheek before pulling her tighter to have her temple buried in his neck.
…I fell in love with you.
However, the number of ‘punishments’ seemed to be weirdly increasing (sometimes even twice a day) that some options ran through her crazed mind.
But Byakuran was no kind of man on tagging a relationship as ‘serious’ or ‘concrete’. Much more fun it was for him to call love a fragile game, considering how much blood and tears [Name] spilled; while he only amusingly laughed, playing with her nerves like a child entertained by its doll or plastic race car toy.
Suddenly a ray of light burns her eyes and squints to make out a familiar silhouette that swarmed butterflies at the pit of her belly, until it spoke up. “[Name]-chan~.”
Shit…
[Name] trembled at Byakuran’s husky calling as he approached her, an innocent smile spreading his lips; saying her name was just as pleasurable as touching her trembling and delicate body. She humbly yelped to the sharp at the instep of her ankle and shot Byakuran a piercing glare, terror filling her [E/C] irises.
“[Name]-chan, you know what you’re here, right?”
Was it because you simply love to see me stained in blood…?
His long fingers traced her messy hairline, down to caressing her flushed cheek (swirling his finger along the side of her face) and cupped her moist chin up for her cold gaze to lock into his teasing purple eyes. She flinched, a gasp swept her quivering lips as the wire at her neck tightened, coiling more beads of blood trail down her chest and panted for air.
“Byakuran-sama…” she weakly sighed out, letting her head drop as Byakuran licked the blood that tainted her skin. Biting back an itching moan, [Name] tightly bit down her lower lip, unknowingly slicing her skin open and let the unnoticed blood trickle down her chin only to capture her master’s attention.
“Oh? Looky here~”
Byakuran chuckles as his finger tilted her chin to watch the red liquid slowly slide down the side of her neck and thus formed that playful smirk that made [Name] swallow the lump in her throat.
His lips leaned in to whisper at her ear. “You seem to be hiding pleasure, [Name]-chan~”.
Not like you deserve it.
The wire at her throat sliced yet another skin layer and she screams in agony, panting out words of a beggar. Byakuran grabs the back of her head, pulling her in to roughly meet his lips and [Name] couldn’t do as much but to kiss back as his tongue forced through her lips, knowingly to be an automatic order.
[Name] had no idea that the more she bit back hints of pleasure, the more Byakuran tempted to tease.
His hands sneak under her shirt, smirking to hear her gasp as his hands reached her breasts and slowly pulls away smiling; chuckling to notice the thread of saliva running down the edge of her mouth, his hands grip at her hips (her face scrunched to hide the pleasure) and presses his body to hers (her expression scowled to the tingling feelings at her lower half).
She whimpered out at the sudden warm breath at her neck and twitched her hands only to whine from the sudden sharpening slicing pain at her wrists. Byakuran begins to feel this addicting teasing frenzy, smirking lips widened to the mixing emotions swelling on her face and begins to bite the skin of her neck this time, slowly trailing nipping down her goose bump textured chest.
It was then, [Name] had enough. The loss of blood was taking over her instincts that her mentality was losing control.
“Bya-Byakuran-sama…rele-release me…please…” her voice weakly croaks out (regret slapped the back of her mind to hear his poisoning laugh) and he grabs her chin, forcing her lips to purse out as he glared at her weak expression.
“My cute little [Name]-chan~ has she repented against her sin?”
Mental growl. I will regret this…
She weakly picks up her gaze and nods, a weak smile on her lips. “I regret… whatever I have done… to cause vengeance against me, Byakuran-sama…”
Though I have no fuckin’ idea what I did…
Slowly, her vision weakened and began to see hallucinations of multiple white haired tyrants leaning in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before turning to the wired body parts.
After that, she felt her body slam the ground and wheezed out air to pant in air, coughing in the process. Her face is then picked up by a couple of cold hands to stare into multiple blurry purple hues, and her body reacts by sitting up on her knees.
“It seems [Name]-chan is tired, hmm?”
His voice echoed, like multiple tones bouncing against the walls and [Name] nods her head, [H/C] stray hairs falling in front of her face and swept away by his hand.
Her forehead is kissed by his lips before Byakuran pulls [Name] into his chest. “Well then, rest my beloved pet.”
It was then that [Name]’s attention was drawn with the utter feeling of drumming against her ear; the beating of a heart.
Is that…your heart?
Her eyes slightly parted opened as the drumming picked up its pace, beating faster once Byakuran tightened his grasp around her shoulders.
Impossible. Love’s nothing but a game to you.
Byakuran pressed his cheek against her head, a smile on his lips and whispered words at her ear once [Name] fell into a deep slumber.
“Silly [Name]-chan~”
Your punishment…
He strokes her swollen lips with the tip of his thumb. “Stupid, naïve and adorable child.”
was because…
He smiled at her sleeping expression (noticing the peaceful nature) and kissed her cheek before pulling her tighter to have her temple buried in his neck.
…I fell in love with you.
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