Something about being in a school this quiet felt uncanny. Sure, you could hear the murmurs of the extra-curricular groups using the field outside, but all around you was an eerily looming silence.
“What if someone decides to walk in?” You brought your hand down from the chalkboard and turned back slightly to meet your captor. She was sat atop a desk, legs firmly crossed, and only then could she face you eye to eye. But her gaze was cold and fierce enough to make you feel like you were turning to meet a grizzly. “They’re gonna want to know what’s going on here.”
“Nobody uses this classroom, anymore,” she said, lifting a small bluish card to show you. You recognized it as the card that she used to get the two of you in here in the first place. “And nobody’s up here, anyway. Now keep writing.”
You turn to face straight again, afraid that too much eye contact would be hazardous in the long run. You lift your hand again and continue marking the chalkboard. You’d written the words so many times that you’d probably fall asleep doing the hand movements tonight. Soon, though, your arms got tired again, and you decided to gamble another question.
“I-Isn’t this enough?” you stutter, turning again. “I already apologized… I didn’t mean to peek at you.”
“No,” she says simply. “You are going to write until I say you can stop.” She crosses her legs over the other way, seemingly rejoicing in your blush when you look away. “I don’t think I need to spell out what will happen if you don’t.”
"N-No, but can't we look past it?" You turn your head back to meet eyes with her. "I promise I won't ever do it again."
You turned back to the chalkboard, reading over the sentences you'd written. "I AM THE SCHOOL'S BIGGEST PERVERT". Over and over and over for what seemed like hours but could only be half of one.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, no doubt one of your friends checking up on you. You all took the bus home, but today, you'd have to go home alone. You pulled it out of your pocket and confirmed your suspicions, they quickly began coming up with some excuse.
"Oh? Admiring your handiwork?" she asked. Again, you blushed and shoved your phone back into your pocket. "No need to be embarrassed. You are a pervert, aren't you?"
"N-No! I already deleted the picture, I swear!" Even though it was true, you couldn't help but feel like a liar. If you would've known that a trip would lead your phone to snap a picture of a shadowbolt's white panties gripped tightly to her pussy, you would've been extra careful. But now, even with the picture long gone, you could recount every pixel of it. "I d-don't even remember what it looks like, h-honest!"
Sugarcoat slips off of the desk with a short hop, which startled you for a moment. For someone so small, she commanded so much space. By the time she reaches within arm's length, you can feel your body slinking away.
"You don't remember? Really?" Surprisingly, her face gets even more fierce and aggressive, and her tone can only be anger. "Kneel."
"W-What?" Her eyes narrow, and you guess that repeating herself isn't her favorite thing to do. You wait at least a few seconds to make sure she isn't joking, then slowly clamber down to one knee. Predictably, you're staring directly at the hem of her skirt. Unpredictably, she reaches underneath it right there in front of you, pulling her panties down and away. Before you can even begin to wonder if you're dreaming, she balls them up and stuffs the wad in your mouth.
"Don't forget this time." You're befuddled, bamboozled, and downright confused, but your mind is filling the blanks in by Sugarcoat's heavenly scent. You'd written it down god knows how many times, but you were pretty sure that this certainly counted towards being some sort of pervert. "Lie down on your back."
She must have seen the confusion on her face, but when you looked up at hers, all you could focus on were her eyes, more intense than before. The situation was weird, but you guessed that disobedience won't be taken lightly. It’s clumsy, but you eventually slid down until you’re on your back. She quickly steps over you, showing no regard for the fact that she was currently commando.
“Wow. I didn’t think you were so much of a pervert that you’d get hard from those panties alone.” She kicks your thigh, then crosses her arms over her chest. “Take your pants off.” You slowly lean up to follow her order, but her foot presses against your chest. She’s slipped out of her shoes, so her feet are covered in a pair of baby blue socks. Even though she’s being quite rough, they feel so soft against you. “I never said to sit up.”
You mumble sorry though the panties cloth, then awkwardly fumble with your belt. It takes a bit of doing, especially with her gaze piercing into yours, but eventually, you’re left in your boxers. She reaches down for the tie around your shirt, then beckons for your hands. It takes her all but a few seconds to restrain you. It’s somewhat loose, but you don’t dare to break out. She sits down on the chair again, crossing her arms and pulling out her phone.
“This is quite the situation you found yourself in, pervert,” she said, raising her phone to her face. The next moment you hear the click of her camera. She takes several pictures, only stopping when you turn your head away. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked this kind of stuff.” She leaned forward a bit, using her foot to press against your ever-rising erection. “Even if it’s gross, at least your dick is honest.”
She rubbed the sole of her foot against your boxers until your cock pops out of the hole in the middle. Even with the socks on, you could feel the warmth and the curve of her sole perfectly. She used her toes to rub the tip, all the while looking down at you through her camera.
“Are you okay? You’re turning red.” You close your eyes, but it just makes her press down more. She reached down and pulled the panties from your mouth, keeping them next to her. “Say it. Say you’re a pervert for the video.”
“B-But…” You moan under your breath. Hiding the fact that she was getting to you was difficult. And with those pictures she’d taken, it’d be even harder to get out of this situation. You looked up to the camera, noticing Sugarcoat’s deadpan face behind it. Her second foot starts stroking the shaft, only making you feel more pressure.
“If you cum from just this, I’ll be very disappointed,” she said, pushing down even more. “If you say it to the camera, I’ll forgive you.”
“I-I’m… I’m a pervert.” As the words left your mouth, you felt your face light up in embarrassment. You faced the camera, an expression of guilt, embarrassment, and pleasure pitifully paved on your face. “I’m a pervert, alright? I’m a pervert...”
Sugarcoat paused for a moment, then put her phone down next to her. She leans back, giving her feet a better angle, and begin stoking both sides in quick bursts. Her feet were warm and shapely before, but with these pumps, you felt the pressure bubbling up like a mento dropped in a 2liter. It’s no time at all before your body shakes and you push a few jets of hot cum right onto Sugarcoat’s socks. She pulls back after she’s sure your done, then lets her legs dangle from the chair once more.
“Wrong,” she said, smiling for the first time since you’ve met her. She leans back, using her idle hand to lift her skirt. You didn’t know how much you were yearning to see it, but when you saw her pussy lips, you could barely contain yourself. “You’re my pervert.” Unfortunately, your dick was too lame to want to party right then, so you scrambled up to your knees and all but dove into her.
Your licks were quick and fierce. You couldn’t be too sure if Sugarcoat felt good or not, considering your heart was beating out of your chest, but you kept going as much as you could. You broke through to her inner walls soon, making sure to roll your tongue over her clit now and then. She seemed to enjoy that, as her thighs closed over your ears whenever you did it. You felt her hand rest gently on your head.
“It would be… unwise to… only ever punish now w-wouldn’t it?” Something about her stumbling over her words only powered you further. You leaned in further, not satisfied until your tongue lapped up every soft and wet part of her pussy. Not until you satisfied her. Her hand began to shiver slightly, letting you know you were getting closer. You pushed your tongue as far as it would go, then wiggled it around the soft, contracting flesh until you felther suddenly shudder. Quickly following was a stream of warm liquid that dribbled down your chin when you tried to get it all.
You pulled back, taking a few breaths yourself. You looked up at Sugarcoat’s face, but she was back to being deadpan. It was a bit disheartening, but seeing the mess she’d made on top of the desk, is enough to make you feel good.
“S-So is that it? A-Are we finished?” You ask, looking up at her. She frowns, then reaches for the bow around her neck, loosening her shirt. You watch as she drops it near her panties on the floor.
“Didn’t I tell you, Anon?” she said, reaching down and cupping your chin with her hand. Her gaze in like before, intense and strong, but you don’t seem to fear it this time. “You’re mine. And that means we’re not done until I’m satisfied.” You gulped, a blush reappearing on your face and a pep being put in your dick’s step.
“Y-Yes ma’am...”
“So how’s it going with that guy?”
Sugarcoat turned her head slightly, looking back at her friend in the hallway. She raised her eyebrow, then turned back to face forward.
“What guy?” Sci Twi rolled her eyes.
“That Anon guy,’ she specified. “Indigo says she sees you guys over in the school building when she’s coming back from soccer practice.” Twilight slid in front of Sugarcoat, stopping her in her tracks. “And Sour Sweet said that you’ve been looking at him for a while now. So?”
“You guys need to mind your own business,” she says, walking past Twilight without batting an eye. “Besides, that guy is nothing but a pervert.”
Author's Note
After-Sex Smoke
