Assassination Classroom Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Teasing me in class with those looks. Spreading your legs like you wanted me to bend you over the podium.” “Yes,” Ryan admitted, voice wrecked. “I did. I do.” Sean stood, kissing him fiercely again, letting Ryan taste himself on his tongue. Then he spun the student around, bending him over the desk. Ryan’s chest pressed against the scattered papers, ass presented invitingly. Sean ran his hands over the smooth globes, spreading them slightly to admire the tight pink hole hidden between. “Not tonight,” Sean murmured, almost to himself. “But soon.”

I may hate sitting in this class and listening to this boring ass professor talks in his monotone voice, but I would rather be here than stuck in that damn castle any longer. I love the castle, and I love everyone who lives there, but if I had to be stuck in there one more fucking I might have committed murder. I have no idea who I would have killed, but someone would have died. I jumped up when the class was over. I was the first one out as I ran down the hall. I screamed when an arm wound around my waist, pulling me to a stop. I pried myself away from whoever this was, and as I turned, I lifted my arm. If this asshole wanted to try something, he would get beaten for his attempt. My

I roll my eyes sarcastically, doodling at the side of my notebook. He grips the back of my neck, forcing me to turn to him. "You shouldn't roll your eyes at me next time. Unless you want to know how it feels getting your ass spanked raw." His deep voice grunts out. I gulp loudly. The thoughts of me laid across Luca's thigh, his hands coming down hard on my ass. Fingers thrusting into my heat, had me squirming in my seat as we gave each other heated looks. The class door opening snaps me out of the heated gaze, I turn to see Tasha and Luke coming inside.

They looked towards the campus when they heard several shots and loud cries from somewhere inside. “Can I see the plan?” Alex suddenly asked, rushing towards the table to look. She moved her fingers over the print, analyzing something in her mind. “These could be the possible locations that they might be holding them up. The gym, the auditorium, and the cafeteria. All are big enough to hold a mass of students.” “How many guys are there inside?” She added. “We got information that there are ten men,” Malcolm answered. “But we have to assume that there could be more.”

Layla POV I stayed tangled with Mr. Kane on the classroom couch, my hand still stroking his throbbing cock as waves of pleasure continued pulsing through me from my recent orgasm. The heat of his body pressed against mine and the way his hardness twitched in my grip filled me with a powerful mix of nervous excitement and deepening affection for my teacher. My heart raced with the thrill of our forbidden encounter, knowing we were pushing further into dangerous territory in his empty classroom after school.

There were no words. Just an attachment. Frowning, I tapped the image. At first, it looked blurry. Dark shapes behind frosted glass. Then my stomach dropped. Two figures. Standing extremely close together inside a classroom. One taller. One leaning forward slightly. Even distorted through the blurry quality, I recognized us immediately. My breathing stopped. The timestamp at the bottom corner read: BLACKWOOD HIGH — ROOM 214. The classroom. My fingers suddenly felt numb around the phone. No text followed. No threat. No explanation.

Bianca I walked head on into a bustling hallway! The bell for sports time had gone off and the pupils were in a mad rush to escape from the classroom. Seeing the crowd, Darko darted past me. He secured himself before me and dispersed the crowd before they got to me. "Tiffany will be alone in the classroom again today." "Good for her. I can't believe her new handler has quit." "Sassy little Tiffany! I just don't like her!" Some older pupils gossiped and laughed as they walked past me.

So, I opened my mouth, as if to speak, welcoming his tongue greedily when he slipped the pleasure tool inside. I moaned when he withdrew it a few seconds later, and bit my lips softly. A moan, which must have cut the last thread of control over him, because in the next moment, he grabbed my ass firmly, and stalked off to one of the desks in the classroom. Our tongues battled each other, while our hands played long lasting tunes on each other's bodies, our intermittent sighs, a proof of a music well enjoyed. And then there was a cough.

breathe. I stared at my pen like it was some kind of cursed object. Like maybe if I let go of it, everything would go back to normal. But my fingers wouldn’t loosen. They just... wouldn’t The class was basically a buzzing beehive of whispers. “Did you see that?” “Why her?” “Since when does Voss pick up anyone’s pen?” “Maybe she’s secretly his girlfriend.” "His girlfriend??? Girl she's on scorlaship here "Why would Voss girlfriend be a scorlaship student ?? Ewww"

I prefer her using her tongue this way than to cut me to size verbally. “Fuck… Cassidy..” I swallowed her soft moan answering it with one of my own as her ankles uncrossed her ankles tugging me closer. I groaned against her lips as she pressed her body against mine. I’m in an empty dark classroom making out with Cassidy Summers. What alternate universe am I in? I’m not going to question it. I’ve completely forgotten the reason we are here. I know I wanted to talk to Cassidy about something. Whatever it was, I forgot.