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Having a crush on your teacher? Normal.
Having a crush on the same teacher for three years? Not so normal.
Desperately shoving your own thin, spindly digits into your sopping wet valve, wishing desperately it was him, and moaning wantonly into your couch cushions? Not normal.
But, here Blurr was, doing exactly that.
He was so very wet- it was obscene, the amount of slick drooling from his valve as it stretched around three of his digits. He could only imagine that instead of being his tiny little fingers, they were the fat digits of his teacher. It was an.. Obsession of his. Was it healthy? No, probably not. Scratch that, it Definitely wasn’t healthy. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to have the mech behind him right that moment complimenting him in that sweet way he did whenever Blurr came first in the many track meets their school hosted.
Blurr gasped, hitting a particularly sensitive front node within his valve, pulling his thoughts quickly away from that kind smile in his mind’s eye and back to the present as he hit that sensitive spot just below his seals that he just couldn't quite reach over and over again. He was trembling, wet noises emanating around the room as his spinal struts arched sharply and pushed that shapely aft of his into the cold air of his apartment. Blurr’s engines were revving as if he was running a race, fans roaring in the quiet night. It was late, there were no other noises to cover his gasps and moans, the pleading for a mech who wasn’t there. He was sure to get a noise complaint from his neighbors.
“Oh! Longarm!”
He came like that, a hot burst of fluid gushing from his valve and splashing against his legs and the couch cushions below.
Slowly, Blurr came back to himself, groaning into the soft, decorative pillows. He’d have to clean up later.. It really Was late, and he had school in the morning. Well- in a few hours, really. Getting up on shaky legs, Blurr didn’t even bother closing his valve paneling, just shot a look of disgust at the quickly cooling mess on his legs, and made his way to his actual bed. Curling up in his covers, he quickly fell asleep to the returning thoughts of kind eyes and gentle words from his beloved teacher.
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Waking up and realizing you’ve already missed the bus is not a good feeling, no matter who you are. But especially not for Blurr, he’d always been diligent in his time management skills, always! Hurriedly jumping out of bed and wrestling out of his covers, Blurr shoved on his signature black hoodie with the electric blue stripe across the chest and wrangled a pair of athletic shorts on. He didn’t even remember the dried, slightly pink hue of his own valve fluids still covering his thighs messily as he rushed to dress, grab his bag, and bolt out of the door.
When he arrived out of breath and panting to school, it was already well into second period. Which just so happened to be his AP Lit class with Professor Longarm. The femme working in the front office let him go with a kind smile as he desperately explained that his alarms never went off and he was so So sorry he was late and it would never happen again. He barely even remembered to grab the late slip she’d written for him before he was scurrying off to class.
Entering the room was as nerve wracking as it was exciting for Blurr. Thankfully, his class was in the middle of a test as he entered as quietly as he could, making his way swiftly over to Professor Longarm and handing him the late slip with a nervous smile. Longarm took it from him graciously, eyes kind as he looked up at his young student. “Ah, Blurr, I was beginning to worry you fell ill. I am glad to see you made it to my class.” Blurr almost swooned, Longarm- his delightful, kind Longarm- was Worried about him. “I-I’m so sorry, sir! I promise it won’t happen again, my alarms never went off and–” Longarm gently stopped him by holding up a hand, those cool blue optics looking up at him with a playful twinkle. “It is alright, though I must ask for you to stay over until your test is finished. I have planning next period, so take your time. Don’t rush, Blurr.” With that, Longarm was handing over the rather thick test pertaining to the last book they read. Blurr nodded, taking the stack of papers with trembling servos before heading to his normal seat.
By the time the bell rang and the other students in the class left, Blurr was a little over halfway done with his test. He was hurrying, not wanting to irritate any of his other teachers that day no matter how he so enjoyed the thought of being able to spend time with Professor Longarm alone.
Blurr flushed at that, having to shake his head to try and focus on the paper Infront of him. It worked, mostly, but he'd still find his optics sliding over to dreamily gaze at Professor Longarm. About the fifth or sixth time of this, Longarm looked up and caught Blurr's gaze.
"Is something the matter, Blurr?"
Blurr could've died right there. That flush from before darkening his faceplates further as he was caught staring like a lovestruck puppy.
"N-No, Sir! I just- I'm having trouble with this last question is all-" Blurr lied as fast as he talked, glancing down and realizing that he was indeed on the last question of the test. Some question about the last book they read, asking him to explain why the heroin of the story had given up fame and glory for love. It was something he personally could understand.. but trying to figure out a way to explain that without mentioning Longarm or it being about a teacher was making it difficult.
"Come, it might not be correct for me to help you on a test, but I can see you've been having a rough morning. Let me help." Professor Longarm spoke so softly, so easily to him, and Blurr couldn't help but obey. Sliding out of his desk, Blurr took his test and pencil over to professor Longarm's desk, standing next to him and placing the paper down as he was beckoned closer.
"Ah, I see. If you don't mind me asking, Blurr, have you ever been in a relationship before? Had a crush on somebody?" Those cool blue eyes were staring at him again, and Blurr was using everything in him to not let his nervousness show in the form of his frame shaking.
He still gulped, before responding.
"I-I have not been in a relationship before, Sir. But.. I have experienced crushes before." Blurr tried to be honest, face continuing to flush as he refused to look Longarm in the optics.
"Good, good. And how did those crushes make you feel? Happy? Complete? You yourself are one of our best athletes, I've seen how you run, so you should know the joys and pains of being popular."
"It.. I feel Happy whenever I'm around my crush, Sir. But.. I really wouldn't know anything about popularity. I don't really have many friends, and I don't really party either." The younger mech admitted, looking towards the ground as if revealing that about himself made him a lesser being in Longarm's eyes.
"Oh.. Blurr, that's alright. I know your teachers adore you, myself included." Longarm placed a hand upon Blurr's lower back, dangerously close to his aft. Blurr stilled. Processor just about crashing as he realized where that hand was.
"Th-thank you, Sir." Blurr's words stumbled out, hands trembling as he gripped his pencil, thighs tightening stickily against each other.
...wait, sticky?
Blurr glanced down, shock and embarrassment flooding his features. His thighs were still covered in dried lubricants from last night, showing rather plainly on his dark thighs where his shorts didn't cover.
Oh. No.
Longarm seemed to sense Blurr's panic, and he spoke before Blurr could go off on a tangent of apologizing. "It's alright, Blurr. It's completely natural for someone of your age, you simply forgot in your rush to get here this morning, to see me, if those wonderful looks you've been showering me with for so long say anything.." Longarm was almost purring, gently pulling Blurr closer until he was sitting in his lap. "Is this alright, Blurr?"
Blurr couldn't believe it. Here he was, in his Professor's, and longtime crush's, lap. His fans clicked on, frame warming as his lubrication cycle activated. "Y-Yes, Sir.." Blurr spoke softly, as if he'd ruin the moment if he spoke too loud.
"And this?" Slowly, Longarm's fingers slipped underneath of Blurr's shorts. The only response Blurr could give was the snapping back of his panels and a nod of his helm. "Good.." Longarm purred in his audial, engines rumbling quietly against Blurr's back. Thick fingers were spreading his valve lips oh so slowly, deliberately leaving his sensitive node untouched.
"I will admit, Blurr.." one of those fingers slid inside, pulling a moan from Blurr's lips as he watched the movement underneath his shorts, "... I have had thoughts of you like this in my lap for much too long to be appropriate. Have you felt the same way?I bet you have.." Longarm's finger was invading Blurr's valve with each word, until he found a soft little something within.
"..You still have your seal?" Blurr whined. Face so blue from how flustered he was that he looked like a blueberry.
"I-I am- h-haven't.. y'know.. with anyone else yet.."
Longarm's engines growled. "So, you've saved it all for me have you? Oh, my sweet, sweet Blurr, I'm going to ravish you one day.. but for now.." He pulled his finger away from the delicate mesh seal that protected Blurr's innocence for now, instead aiming for the bundle of nerves just before it at the inside of Blurr's valve and finally letting his palm grind down on his external node. His touch was skilled and sure, like he'd done this a million times before, speaking volumes to the vast amount of experience he had over Blurr.
Blurr gasped, a hand coming up to bite on the sleeve of his hoodie as he moaned into it. He knew he had to be quiet, could hear the class next door to them still in full session as he ground against the hand down his shorts. The door wasn't even locked, for Primus' sake! At least it was closed, and the little black curtain drawn down. But still, anyone could walk in and see them! That thought only made him shudder harder.. valve fluttering around his teacher's fingers.
"Do you think you can overload like this for me, Blurr? I know you can, you're always so good for me." That tantalizing voice was in his audial again, and all Blurr could do was agree. "Y-yes- yes sir! P-please let me overload on your fingers, sir-"
Blurr squeaked, his begging getting him a swifter pace against and within his valve. He almost moaned much too loud again, back arching against Longarm's chest as he could only accept the pleasure given to him. The noises coming from under his shorts, absolutely ruined by his own slick, were obscene and loud, Longarm's voice in his ear, praising him and encouraging him to overload, and the fact that they could be caught at any moment were all factors of Blurr's quick overload.
He came all over Longarm's fingers and his shorts, a small gush of lubricant escaping that adorable little valve of his. Blurr was left trembling and collapsed against Longarm's chest.
"Good boy.." Longarm purred to him, carefully slipping his fingers out of Blurr's valve and shorts, wiping them dry on a dry corner of Blurr's ruined shorts. "Do you have anything else to wear? Although I'd be delighted to see you walking around like this all day.. it really isn't safe if anyone found out about this.."
Blurr took a moment to gather himself before he spoke. "Y-yes Sir! I have an extra pair of running shorts in my bag- but..I'll need to clean up before I put those on.." Blurr frowned, blushing again at the thought of actually taking his shorts off in front of his teacher, even though he'd just been fingered by the mech.
"Ah, no worries. I should have something for you here..." Longarm started going through one of the drawers of his desk. Pulling out a small travel sized bottle of cleaner and a rag, pausing before passing it to Blurr. "Would you like me to help you clean up?"
It was.. an innocent enough question. Blurr thought about it and nodded slowly only to squeak as Longarm lifted him up like he weighed nothing and sat him on his desk instead. "Hips up." Longarm commanded, and Blurr obliged. Lifing himself up just enough for Longarm to take off his shorts and deposit them on the floor below.
Blurr's valve paneling was still open, giving Longarm quite the view as leftover fluids from his overload slowly trickled out and onto the desk below his aft. Blurr could've sworn he saw that red jewel adorning Longarm's forehead glow at the sight. But, Longarm had much more control than Blurr, as he simply spread his legs a little wider and gently started to clean him up, humming the whole while as Blurr came down from his high.
It didn't take long before Longarm had him all fixed up. A gentle hand was placed on his thighs again and Longarm was smiling up at Blurr so sweetly it was almost concerning. "There, you'd best get your shorts on now, the bell is going to ring at any moment now."
Blurr gasped, looking up at the clock and realizing it was indeed time for classes to change once more. He jumped off the desk and sped over to his bag on shaky legs. Aft perked up in the air giving quite a nice view of it and his now closed panels to Longarm as he dug through his bag on the floor. He barely had time to slip the new shorts on, a pair of short shorts that barely covered anything but were great for running on hot days, before the bell rang.
"O-oh no.. what about the test? I never finished it-" Blurr turned, catching a glimpse of Longarm staring him down like a cybercat would their prey, but that was soon replaced by his softer understanding smile. "It's alright, Blurr, I believe you understand the question quite well.. now, you best be getting to your next class, and please keep everything that we just did to yourself.. I don't need to explain to someone as smart as you how this could impact both of our lives if found out.."
"Yes, sir!"
And with that, Blurr was grabbing his bags and leaving, hurrying to his next class and not even realizing he'd left his ruined shorts in the classroom beside Longarm's desk.