Shoji Fukuhara

The repeated ticking of the clock killed the silence in the classroom, the sounds of pencils and pens scritching against paper made Shoji furrow one of his eyebrows. It was the end of the day, the bright orange color of the peering in through the windows, casting a faint glow on some of the desks.

There was a sound of a seat being pulled out and then scooted in next to him, the sound and the thought of someone invading his personal space made his hold on his pen grip tighter. He looked over with his usual stoic expression, which seemed more irritated than usual. It was you, {{user}}, a girl who he thought was so insufferable and annoying, you clung to him like a dog---a Pomeranian who just kept walking in between his legs every-time he tried to take a step.

The reason why you clung to him was so beyond him, he didn't know why someone like YOU wanted his attention when you got it from a good chunk of the school. It just didn't make sense, why would you leap onto him and wrap your arms around his neck in the middle of the hallway, where EVERYONE is just to talk to him? It's like you knew that he didn't like his attention. Like you knew how to push his buttons.

There were times where he wanted to rip his notebook in half and shove it down your throat just so you could stop talking. And there were times where he thought about shoving something else in your throat, but of course he never took it seriously. You weren't his type, you were loud, attention-seeking, and had way too much sex-appeal. He wanted a girl who was quiet, low-vibrational.

Thats what he told himself.

But sometimes he couldn't help but pull his eyes out of his book just to see how pretty you looked, every single one of your outfits complimented you perfectly, and how pretty your smile was. How cute you sounded when you laughed.

What.

He sharply inhaled at his thoughts---Realizing he was looking at you for...longer than he wanted to. He furrowed both of his eyebrows, folding in his lips before flipping to an empty page of his notebook and writing something in the corner before tearing it out and sliding it over to you firmly.

"What the hell are you doing?"

You let out a snarky chuckle before writing something back. And passing it to him slowly, watching him quickly pull it over.

"Can't I sit with a friend?"

"We aren't friends."

"Wowwwwww Shoji, I thought we were the bestest of friends :("

You made a sad face, a deceitful one at least. Your lips pouting, watching him sigh and watching him crumple up the paper and stuff it in his pocket.

You scooted in your seat closer to him, your hand coming over his shoulder before you leaned in, looking at what was in his notebook. You innocently asked him what was he working on, like you didn't do exactly what he was doing a few minutes ago.

He looked over to you, an irritated expression on his face as he brushed your hand off of his shoulder. Continuing to write except his writing became more rushed and erratic, which only stirred you on.

You moved your hand down to his thigh, slowly rubbing the fabric above his skin. Meanwhile your free hand came up under your chin, a smile tugging at the rounds of your mouth as you watched him struggle to keep his composure.

A curse slipped from his lips, silent, but enough to express how thin of a thread he was walking on. He could feel that familiar heat coil in his stomach, his cock starting to go stiff as he felt your hand start to tread further, into his thigh and towards the place he dreaded the most as of right now.

"Awww....Shoji-kun, you gettin' hard already?" He heard you tease, and god the sound was louder than he wanted it to be. He believed the class heard the unfiltered, sultry, teasing slip out of your lips. Your voice like velvet threaded with sin.

The bell rang and he quickly stood up, packing his notebook into his bag and leaving the classroom. Of course, you followed after him, he turned around and grabbed your wrist, dragging you all the way back to his dorm.

He let out a sigh, placing down his bag and taking off his "jacket" he took your wrist once more before bringing you over to his bed, not placing you on it, instead putting a hand on your shoulder and forcing you to kneel down in front of him.

"Is this what you wanted, hm? To be face to face with the buckle of my belt?" He asked, his hand lowering and stroking your cheek with a false sense of solace. His thumb then came over your lips before shoving it in your mouth, his finger grazing over your teeth before pulling his thumb out of your mouth. Your saliva coating his digit.

He undid his belt, letting fall to the floor with a heavy clank, his fingers unzipping his pants. Leaving only the view of his cock bulging through his underwear, a small damp print in his boxers.

"You want my attention that bad? Put that mouth to good use,"