suna: art class

model

DAY TWO OF CLASS

i was a bit tired this morning, but knowing that i had class with suna was a huge wake up.
especially after yesterday where he practically groped me.

DAMN-
he's already here.
well there goes my plan of always coming before him.

i walked in and took my seat next to him as he drew something.
i-
i think i was going to scream.
on the paper before him, was the pelvic area of a boy.
showing his v line, and treading into dangerous territory, barely stopping in time to spare privacy.

this was the most detailed, pornography sketch i'd ever seen. if this is art, then i want to be a full time artist.

"is this- from a model too"? i asked.
i wonder what boy sat shirtless in front of suna and let him stare at his junk.

"no it's me". he said.
my heart jumped in my chest.
i'm looking at- sunas shirtless body and... so much more. i gulped.
i had to be the luckiest girl in the school- the luckiest girl in the world right now.

"you don't have to look away it's not like it's real". he said smiling a bit.
"well, it's so realistic". i said nervously.
"how would you know". he mumbled.
he talked under his breath a lot and it made me so hot inside.

"i can tell you're a great artist, so if you say that's what you look like, i believe it". i said.
"that's fair". he said turning the page.

"what about this one"? he asked.
showing me the same body, except the pants had suddenly came off and all that was covering the private area was a hand with silver rings.

"how did you color this"? i asked.
the shading was amazing.
it was literally a picture of lewd suna right out on the table.

"i just do it". he shrugged.
wow so descriptive.
"how do you not feel weird to show this"? i asked.
"it's not like it's a real picture". he said.
"it might as well be". i laughed.

"i do artistic photography too". he said smiling.
"and would that happen to be anything like your artistic drawings"? i asked intrigued.
"it would". he said sitting back in his chair.

my chest was pounding.
i'm not quite sure how i was keeping my cool.
but he was so much different than what i'd heard.
he's... more sexually inclined than most i guess you could say.
and he's damn good at it.

"you're telling me you don't draw yourself naked"? he asked.
"do you"? i asked back.
he just pointed back to the sketchbook.
"well when you say naked i assume fully naked, not like- teasing". i said embarrassed.
"oh? am i teasing you? i'm sorry". he said quietly.

oh god- i'm going to explode in my chair.
"no i didn't say that". i said waving my arms.
"then what"? he asked.
"like- you're not exposing yourself so it's not really nude art is it"? i asked.
he looked like he was deep in thought.
"i guess not". he said.
"are you suggesting i try it"? he asked.

i was flushed.
"well- if you want". i said lowly.
"would you view them"? he asked.
my eyes went wide, i was fighting against my thoughts to the grave.

"nude art"?! i asked.
he nodded.
"its just a drawing". he said again.
"um- well i'm not telling you to do it, but if you happen to then i would view it as courtesy for your time spent". i said trying to bluff my way into seeing him naked.

"i'll consider it". he said.
i sighed, relieved that i could gather my thoughts now.

i glanced down at the table to see his hands clasped together, the same silver rings that were in the drawing, still displayed on his fingers.

"where did you get your rings"? i asked.
"one of my models gave them to me". he said.
i wanted to gasp.
lucky her.
"a girl right"? i asked.
he nodded.
"but how do those women's rings fit your fingers"? i asked.
"bigger models tend to have thicker fingers". he responded.

"oh- yeah i guess that makes sense". he did have pretty slender fingers.
"she was really pretty too". he said.
well- that made me feel awkward.
"she thought she needed to change how she looked, and i told her that her body was perfect art, so she let me draw her, and in return for a poster of her body, she gave me her rings". he said.

cute story but- all i'm hearing is a naked women got to show herself to suna and gift him things that he wore right now.

"you seem upset". he said quietly.
"me? no"- i said back.
"does the thought of another girl laying naked in front of me bother you"? he asked.
"why would you ask that"?
"because you seem upset". he repeated himself.

"i'm- not upset". i said trying to hide my lying eyes from his gaze.
"girls never like it when i talk about my art". he said.
"i do like your art- it's just kind of awkward". i said back.

"i guess so". he responded looking over me.
"but if you're jealous then you can model for me".
he said.
i choked on my own lungs and started coughing.
"are you okay"? he asked.
"yea i'm fine it's just- a model"? i asked.
"why not". he said.
"because showing people my naked body isn't something i'd consider friendly behavior".
"i can always draw you with clothes you know". he said.

oh- that's embarrassing that i assumed he wanted me to model for him nude.
"sorry". i whispered.
"how come"? he asked.
"i- assumed you wanted a nude model". i answered.
"oh i do want to draw you naked. it's just if you're not up for it then i could always figure something else out". he shrugged.

and with that- my heart stopped.

oaktree- suna you little playboy. trying to get into my pants.