You sit at the desk, watching as Baldi walks back to his own, continuing to teach the class. Multiplication, your favourite. According to your book, you love multiplying with Baldi.
You look down at the sketchbook on your desk, on the top page is the contents of the lesson, as per every other student. But you aren't every other student. Barely a few pages beyond are your drawings.
Drawings of You. Drawings of Baldi. And Drawings of your fantasies. Baldie's bright red tongue sliding into your mouth, lips covering yours.
You feel a yearning from within your heart, you must turn to the page, you must see your sketches.
You flip the paper of you book, revealing your divine interest to anyone within view. At first it's only you, but then the person next to you looks over at your staring at the book. They see your work, the ink and lead put together in such exotic combinations.
You ignore them and can almost feel the suggestions on the book happening in real time, his hands creeping up your shirt, tongue down your neck.
Caught up in your fantasy, you nearly miss the "Sir!" from the student next to you. The next thing you know, you are once again wrenched from your imagination by a rule slapping onto your desk.
This time Baldi shouts into your face with his silky voice, "GET OUT OF THIS CLASS!" he screamed.
YOU ARE READING
Out of this Class [Baldi x Reader]
FanfictionThis is a Baldi X Reader Story about a Baldi Fanfic reader's trajic love story with their teacher: Baldi