Okay, so I heard you, all of you. And Although this made my sister mad, I'm going to turn this into a full fledge story. So, Please Read, Review and Enjoy. Also, it was your reviews that inspired me to continue this, so I want to say thank you for making this possible...
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We're in the town's dusty old library, a place that any hardy ever goes anymore due to the Wi-Fi café that opened up in town a few years ago. Why get information out of a dusty old book when that book is online and easier to find?
It was actually a literal coincidence that we met here. We had no plans whatsoever to see each other. And since we're not actually a couple, we don't tell each other what we're doing and where we're going to be. Which is why when I decided to go to the old, practically abandoned library, the absolute last person that I expected to see was my teacher, Mr. Kurosaki.
He was at a desk, leaning back, a highlighter in his hand, a Grey's Anatomy in front of him. I stopped, frozen in my tracks, my heart racing and my blood boiling. I quickly looked around the library, and other than the old librarian, it was only him and I.
He hadn't seen me, so I decided not to say anything. I made my way towards the back, my eyes trained on him the whole time. He didn't see me, so I quietly slipped away to the back.
I was engrossed in my pre-calculus book when a book slamming against my table startled me. I jumped, my eyes feeling as if they popped out, my heart racing. I looked up to see Mr. Kurosaki, an scowl on his face and an evil glint in his eyes.
I swallowed thickly.
Which is why now, I'm now lying against the old brown wooden table of the library, the sounds of our subtle, rapid breathing and the creaking of the wooden table moving in tune with Mr. Kurosaki's thrust into tight, increasingly wet hole. He holds on to my wrist, leaning over me, he pins them to the table, thrusting harder and harder.
He leans down to my neck and plants soft kisses until he reaches my ear. He bites it hard, so much so that I can feel the blood trickling down my neck. The pain is great and severe, I cannot contain my scream.
"What was that?" The librarian asks. I want to stop, I know that she will come to investigate. But what he's doing to me makes me unable to care. I'm so close, too close to stop now. He moves faster in me, shaking the table, rolling his hips in to mines, soft grunts escaping his mouth. I moaned aloud, trying to hold in it and failing miserably to do so.
"What are you doing back there?" She asks. I can hear her unlocking the door from which she was, preparing to leave and throw us out of the library.
I'm only mere moments away, but her footsteps are getting closer and closer.
He can't stop. I will absolutely die if he does.
I feel the dam break, gushing out of me, my body growing tingly and warm all over, my core feeling delicious and buttery. My muscles turns to goo, my brain mush. I faintly feel him come inside me, getting a few last thrusts in before he pulls out and zips up.
He learns over and whispers in my ear.
"Pretend to be unconscious." Is my only warning, before he lifts me up in his arms.
"What on earth is-Oh my?! Is she alright?"
"I don't know, she just kind of keeled over. I think it must be exhaustion. She's sweating a lot; her breathing is rapid and shallow."
"Should I call an ambulance?"
"No, I think that if I get her home and she gets some rest that she would be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, trust me. Thanks for your concern."
"Is there anything that I can do?"
"Um, you can put my book on reserve; I'll be back later today to study."
"Oh, yes, sure, of course."
I feel him carrying me outside, the cold air on my sweaty face. We round the corner and he sets me down on a bench, and waits for me to recover.
I look up at him, a devious smile on my face at having gotten away having sex in the library. He only smirks at me.
"I'm pretty sure I have the female anatomy covered."
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The weekend is finally here. Mr. Kurosaki is done with midterms so he has some time to spare. I told my brother that I was going on a school trip to clean up the beach for the spring break trip. The school is doing that, but I'm going in the opposite direction.
The day before, as school was ending, I cleaned out my locker as I normally do at the end of every week. I found a note in his messy script with a train ticket attached to meet him at a quiet, unpopular hot spring outside of Karakura. I am excited both mentally and physically. I can't wait to be with him. To have him touch me and make me feel dirty all over.
However, as I'm sitting on the train, watching the landscape go by, I can't help but to reminisce about how all this started. I keep finding my brain going back to the first day that we met. Most likely it's the aliens fault. They keep playing rewind on my brain, making me think back 4 months ago.
It was just like any other day of school except it was the first day. So I guess it was a bit more exciting than normal. I know that I was happy to see all of my school buddies again. During the summer I went to Tokyo with my brother as he went on a business trip. The big city was amazing, so many lights and noises and interesting people. I would love to go back, but I really missed my quiet little town.
The first person I saw was my best friend in the whole world, Tatsuki. We laughed and hugged and talked about our summer adventures. She even told me that she had a summer romance with one of the camp conselours at her judo camp that she did. He didn't live in Karakura town so they broke it off once the summer ended. She was sure that I would've met someone and fallen inlove with them as well.
"What do you mean you didn't?" she exclaimed, her mouth opened in shock. I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "Orihime, I thought that we both were going to try and find a summer romance. You begged me to, told me to leave my comfort zone and find true love. You actually had me beliving in all of that nonsense, and when it was time to perform…you didn't do anything?"
I bit my lip feeling bad, it was true, I had wanted the both of us to experience some amazing summer love. But it really wasn't my fault. As school was ending, a whole bunch of romantic summer movies were coming on all the time and so I guess that I fell in the love with the idea of having a summer romance. Or any sort of romantic relationship really.
However, my brother really didn't let me out of his sight. And he didn't allow me outside of the hotel room when he wasn't there. So the opportutnity to meet guys weren't really all that many, and in truth. No one I met I was attracted to in the least. None of them stirred my heart at first sight like in the movies. And I really wanted what was in the movies. Because love is supposed to work that way.
Or at least I use to think that way.
Being with Mr. Kurosaki has made me realized that I don't need to be in love or have any real emotions other than lust to be in a relationship. The things they teach you in movies are all lies. At first I was confused, but I'm not anymore. The thing I have with him…I couldn't be any happier.
When I first saw him, I was in class, making doodles on my notebook, ignoring the chatter around me as we eagerly awaited the new teacher that was hired to teach our homeroom and biology class. There were going to be two new additions to the school.
The mood struck me to go to the bathroom. I looked up at the clock and I had 5 minutes until class started. I was certain that I could make it if I ran. So I bolted out of the classroom and into the hall. I rounded the corner quickly, not paying any attention to where I was going and I ran into him, knocking him on his back, and me on top of him. His elbow caught me in my jaw and I sat on the back of my legs, cradling my injury.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry." I apologized furiously, terribly sorry for running into the poor soul.
"No problem. I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. Is your face okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's fine I just…" I trailed off when I finally opened my eyes and looked at him. He was amazing. Strong jaw, dark chocolate eyes, and reddish orange similar to my own, skin that looked rough and soft at the same time. I remember wondering immediately what kind of face wash that he used.
He cleared his throat and looked at me sitting on him in a rather straddling position. I yelped and I hurried off him, scrambling to stand. I bowed deeply, my face burning bright red, my heart racing a thousand miles an hour. He struck me. Not literally with anything, but his face, his presence. Its like he stabbed me in my core and all I wanted was to stare at him.
I noticed that he bowed slightly as well. So I stood, rim rod straight, my face still burning.
"Say, do you know where class 2-A is, I've been all around this building, but I can't seem to find it." My heart stopped beating. He was in my class. He was in my class. That's the only thought that seemed to form. "Hey…are you okay?" He frowned, her orange eyebrows pulled together. I shook my head, knocking on it with my fist to get rid of the trolls inside my brain.
"Oh…um…you're in my class, sorry. We're going to be classmate, so I was just, a bit excited, sorry about that."
"Oh no, it's cool." He nodded a slight, amused smile on his face which made me melt and feelings stir. Feelings of which I wasn't used to.
"Oh! The class, um…so just go around the corner and there you go."
"Oh, thanks." He smiles again.
"See you later, classmate." Again, he gave me an amused smile.
All the way to the restroom, he was constantly popping into my brain. A guy I barely knew. It was ridiculous.
The train went into a tunnel, snapping me out of my memories. I blink furiously, shaking my head and stretching. I stood, deciding to go to the bathroom. There aren't a lot of people on the train. An elderly couple that fallen asleep against each other, snoring softly. There were two guys totally into their phones, and a man all the way at the back, a dark black hoodie obscuring my vision of him.
After I pee, I wash my hands and check my phone. Its about 2 hours until my stop. Just enough time to take a nice little nap.
I open the door and is shoved back, my hip banging hard against sink. It's the guy in the hoodie. He turned and locked the door.
"Hel-" I tried to scream. He covers my mouth with his hand. I bite him as hard as I can. He grunts, yanking his hand away. I slip past him and unlock the door. I got it open and was about to cry out for help, he grabbed my hair, pulling me down forcefully slamming the door closed loudly. I fell to the ground, hitting my head against the ground. The force of pulling me down must've caused him to fall as well because he was on the ground groaning. I think he must've hit his head on the sink because he was cradling it.
Wait, those groans sound familiar.
I reach over hesitantly and pull his hoodie down.
"Mr. Kurosaki?" I gasped.
"Yeah," he sits up, rubbing the back of his head.
"What are you doing?"
"I was trying fuck you on a train, but obviously, it went horribly wrong." I blink. I didn't understand.
"Did you think pretending to be a rapist would be arousing?" His widen and an angry look crosses his face.
"Hey, I wasn't pretending to be a rapist. I thought you knew who I was."
"How, you're completely covered."
"You lingered when you passed me, I thought you knew. And its cold as fuck outside. Why wouldn't I be covered?"
"It's only 60 degrees, and you're only wearing a hoodie and a scarf. Oh, and I didn't linger behind, I was trying to remember where the bathroom was. Why did you yank me down, that really hurt?" I ask, tears burning in my eyes. Despite him frightening me beyond belief. I was certain that I was going to die.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I tried to grab onto your shoulder, but I slipped in something and caught your hair by mistake and took you down with me."
"Oh," I state, feeling slightly better, yet still scared. I bite my lip, not wanting to ruin anything between us, but still not over the fact that I thought I was going to be raped. "Um…" the tears were burning really badly now, but I didn't want to cry in front of him. We don't share our feelings. We don't ask each other how our day was. We don't do any of those kinds of things. We most definitely do not cry in front of each other. But I was so scared, I can't help it. A tear escapes. "Um…could you not…could you not do that anymore…I was…I was really scared…and it wasn't…it wasn't fun…at all." More and more tears fall. I'm blubbering like a baby and he most likely won't have sex with me anymore. He's going to be mad, and not see me anymore.
I sniffle, and wipe my face on the back of my hand, trying really hard to stop these tears that won't listen to me. The more I try to stop, the harder I cry.
He reaches out and pats my head awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Kurosaki. Please don't be mad at me." I rush out.
"Hey now, stop crying. I'm the one that's sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I promise, I won't do it again, Okay?"
I nod, my tears subsiding for a bit. He hands me some tissue, and stands up, dusting himself off. He helps me stand and dust me off as well, a gentle smile on his face.
"I'm going to go back to my seat. Maybe you should take some time in here, make sure you're okay before you go back out there...okay?"
I nod in agreement. He was right ofcouse. Also, its better if we're seen as little as possible together in public. But still, even as he left, I couldn't help but hope for some more comfort. For something other than a pat on my head. Which is still sore from him pulling on my hair.
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