Forbidden Teens の小説・ストーリー

Paul straightened up in his seat. “I don't think so, sex is no longer a taboo subject nowadays, but I do understand what you mean. We are not going to promote or support sex between teens but to raise awareness that they can enjoy, be curious and at the same time learn to be responsible with themselves and with their partners. We will use themes such as parties, children alone in their homes when their parents are not there and those crazy things we did when we were young.”

“When my cock is inside you, you call me Derick.” He yanked the top of my uniform down, exposing my breasts. A low growl escaped him as he palmed them roughly, thumbs flicking over my hard nipples. I arched into his touch, whimpering. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Pleasure shot straight to my clit. His hand pushed my skirt up to my waist. He hooked his fingers into my soaked panties and tore them down my legs, stuffing the ruined fabric into his pocket like a trophy.

Five girls had cornered her in the locker room, and they had made her bleed. I was beyond mad. I was upset that her 'guard' Ilya hadn't done a single thing to avenge her. He was too busy following orders and playing the protector to actually solve the problem. Instead only delaying it. So I took it upon myself. In a matter of fifteen days, I dismantled them. One by one, those five girls were expelled from Riverbank High. The reason? It turns out teenagers their age shouldn't be opening OnlyFans accounts and then spending their lunch breaks calling other girls 'whores' on anonymous forums. They had walked into a trap of their own making; I just provided the bait.

Content Warning: Blackmail and coercion, stalking, voyeurism, public humiliation, exhibitionism, CNC elements, and infidelity. Trope: Forbidden (Teacher x Student) / Blackmail / Voyeurism / Age Gap / CNC / Neighbors BLURB Jenna Jones was drowning in a cold, sexless relationship with a man who treats her like furniture. When she catches herself watching her star student, Matthew, during a soccer match, she thinks it’s just a momentary lapse in judgment. She doesn't know that Matthew has been watching her too, and not just in the hallways, but through a lens in her bedroom.

My daughter would forget me. “She’ll call Aria her mother.” The thought sliced straight through my chest. “She’ll think they’ve always been her family.” The lawyer stayed perfectly still. “That is the intention.” Something inside me shattered. Not loudly. Quietly. Like glass breaking underwater. “You have been declared permanently unfit,” he continued. “You are prohibited from contacting Isabella Moretti, Luca Moretti, or Aria Santoro.” Permanent. The word landed like a death sentence. Permanent. No visits. No calls.

She said. I sigh and remember, we were just 12 when Maya found out she likes girls, she was so scared that I was the only one she could talk to about it. As her only friend I encouraged her to follow her heart, she got her first girlfriend and decided to tell her family. She got home early from school and heard moaning coming from inside, it's not the first time she's seen her parents have sex it was normal.

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. My mother finally turned to me, her expression hard and unyielding. “When you’re done playing your games, remember we’re visiting your Luna’s family tomorrow evening. Don’t embarrass me.” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Noted,” I said. Left alone, I turned back to the city, my mother’s words echoing in my mind. I hated the idea of a mate bond. Love was a weakness, a distraction I couldn’t afford. But even as I tried to push it aside, curiosity crept in.

Since then, our families had weekly dinners together, went on vacations together, even spent holidays together. "Nick has been such a tease of late," I said, thinking back to all the dirty texts he'd sent me. I squeezed my knees together. Through high school, Nick and I had flirted on and off with each other. But nothing ever happened. He was a bad boy, a player in every girl's wet dream. We just never had the chance, which was partly my fault. Whenever he came on to me, I pushed him away, loving the thought of teasing him.