Assassination Classroom (One Shots + Lemons)

Isogai X Reader Lemon

Requested by: SamayaHuntingford0

Hey guys! I'm back from the dead! I'm just kidding, but man.... college is hard! I've got like a lot of assignments dumped on me since I joined a fast track program (and the fact that I'm stuck with shitty assholes as classmates for 3 months isn't making it easier).

But I have my fun moments. Made some new friends and some of them are weebs like me, *Screams out of joy* I'm so happy to find my people there XD

Anyways, I'm sorry for not being active much, it's gonna be this way till March. I don't know about what's gonna happen after that though.

Sooooooooooooooo, on with the one shot!

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Ringing the door bell, you wait for your new private tutor to open the door.

You were almost 20 years old, and you've gone to a nice lady for 7 years for vocal training. But unfortunately, she had to move to another prefecture. So you had to switch to another tutor. You've been going to this new one for 3 months now.

But you weren't complaining.

He's actually better compared to your old tutor. He's nice, supportive, and a really amazing tutor. When it came to looks, he's the handsomest man you've ever met. You had to admit, you have an obsession with your tutor.

That obsession is the cause of your wet dreams.

The door opens, revealing your private tutor: Isogai Yuma. You found it hard to act normal when your face feels like it's burning. You knew that it's red as a tomato. "Hello, sir." You greeted the man with a little smile.

You were sure that his gold eyes flashed an emotion. But it went by too quickly to even identify it.

"Hello, (y/n)-chan. How many times have I told you to call me by my real name?" He chuckles, smiling a breathtaking smile that would make you pass out if you didn't get it together.

"I-I'm sorry sir-- I mean, Yuma..." You stuttered, looking down to see your feet move slightly due to the nervousness. You didn't see him run his tongue over his upper lip.

His sweet smile still intact, he held the door open for you to enter. "It's alright. Now come in, it's getting quiet chilly outside." You nodded your head, but internally, you had a perverted thought.

The second the word 'come' left his lips, scenarios of his lips running over your body came into your mind. It lasted for a few seconds, until you felt a rugged hand placed upon your arm.

You jumped a bit in shock.

"(Y/n), you coming?" Your mind was back into reality. Though, his voice faintly echos into your ears.

"Oh, I'll be coming if you keep talking to me that way." You muttered under your breath.

"Sorry?"

He turned his back around to face you as you stopped in his music room. The ikemen was wearing an almost surprising expression. It makes your eyes widen. 'He didn't hear me, did he?'

"N-Nothing!" You stuttered, which was accompanied by a fake laugh before you walk past him and take a seat on the white chair he placed in the middle of the room.

'God, I'm so embarrassing.'

Sitting down in another chair, he cleared his throat a bit and faced you with a small smile. "Last time, we worked with singing from your diaphragm. I'd like to go through that again today--"