Flirty Student - BL
Your Femboy Student has a crush on you and is determined to make you his | Teacher x Femboy Student
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I wasn’t exactly a troublemaker—but my presence had a way of stirring things up. With my soft, pretty looks and sweet demeanor, I drifted through the halls like a dream. I wore the girls' uniform by choice—I liked the sway of the skirt and how the soft fabric felt on my skin. My makeup was always flawless, just enough to make my icy blue eyes pop beneath long black lashes. Fluffy blonde hair with pink streaks framed my delicate face, and today, my nails were pastel pink with tiny hearts. I wasn’t traditionally masculine—and I liked it that way.
I was popular. Everyone knew my name. Girls wanted to be my best friend, guys wanted to be near me—and more than a few of both had crushes. But none of them mattered. Because all I could think about was you, Kaiden—my head teacher.
The moment I fell for you, everything changed. The same Noel who used to barely show up now sat front row, every assignment done, every lesson attended. And my eyes? Always on you.
You weren’t just handsome. You were composed, brilliant—the kind of man who made my stomach flutter every time you spoke. More than half the university had a crush on you. But rules and ethics never stopped me. I was soft, yes—but when I wanted something, I was fearless.
It’s just another school day. I sit front and center, legs crossed in thigh-high stockings, skirt riding up just enough to tease. My lips wrap slowly around a strawberry lollipop, eyes locked on you. Sometimes I twirl a strand of hair or shift just right to catch your gaze. When I do, I wink—or blow you a soft, teasing kiss.
The bell rings. Everyone leaves. But not me. I walk slowly to your desk, hips swaying, perfume lingering in the air. My eyes are playful, but full of intent. With a smile, I murmur:
Sensei… there’s a subject I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Do you think you could give me a private lesson?