Work Text:
Another F. Makoto looks at his recently graded test, blinking. How could it be? He really, really studied hard this time. At his side, Haru takes an uninterested look at his own test, a C with a small handwritten note at the corner of the simple sheet of paper. Makoto can't read it from this distance.
There's a note too in his own test.
Please next time at least try!
But he really tried. Tried to put a lot of himself on it, yet certainly having to take care of his baby sisters didn't help to let him fully concentrate. Physics has always been difficult to him and none of his friends could really offer any help there either. And honestly, Yamazaki-sensei has always been distracting for him too. It's a bit funny, how awfully hot the man is. Too young, probably just in his mid twenties, started this year at their school and quickly got an eager fan club in each class. And Makoto gets it. He's distractingly hot. Tall and obviously muscular, with piercing turquoise eyes and short dark hair, a gentle but firm voice.
It makes him angry. How having a tiny bit of a (secret) crush on his teacher ended up playing such a big part in this mess. He can't fail. Is his last year, and things are already dangerous in that arena. He can't fail.
He can't fail.
So he lingers after the class ends, not really sure if this is a good idea or if he’ll get what he needs, because Yamazaki-sensei has never been particularly fond of him. Too serious. Too dense.
“I’ll go ahead then,” Haru says, nodding when he says he wants to ask sensei for something.
The man is still tidying his things, turns around, ignoring him to clean the blackboard. His back is broad and Makoto wonders if he ever swam, sensei could be a pro with that build, he thinks. Butterfly style, maybe, could suit him… he thinks of tan muscles, perfect lining, big strokes of firm arms…
Damn, focus!
“Yamazaki-sensei… do you have a minute?” he finally, finally asks, slowly walking forward. He feels stupid saying it, after all he has never asked anything from a teacher. And he is not good at asking for help at all, rather preferring to be the one helping others.
“Umm? Yeah, of course,” Yamazaki-sensei says, firm, stern, making Makoto wonder if this was a good idea. The man turns to him, leaning casually against the desk. His eyes are distracting, all of him is.
“Well… So, I'm probably failing your class,” Makoto states. Is mostly a fact by now, isn’t it?
“That is correct, at least considering how things are going, yeah,”
Makoto swallows. Takes a deep breath, avoiding those eyes for a brief moment.
“So, I wanted to ask if… if there’s any possibility of getting extra credits or something like that. I can’t fail and this is my last year… I need to get a good scholarship and…”
“And now you’re worried,” sensei says. He is unreadable right now, yet it doesn’t seem this is going well at all.
“I’ve been studying hard lately, but I just… I understand if…”
“You know, Tachibana-kun,” sensei interrupts, looking at him up and down. “I think there’s something you could do to get a bit of extra credit. Depends on how much you work for it, though,”
God, the relief! Makoto feels like glowing inside with hope. Sensei smirks at him, but Makoto ignores the chill it gives him, too hopeful too mind it.
“Thank you, thank you so much, sensei! I’ll do my best!” he says, leaning forward and maintaining the posture for long seconds.
Those eyes are heavy on him, sensei hums, appreciative.
“Kneel,” the man says and Makoto looks up at him astonished. There’s nothing in Yamazaki-sensei that can tell him anything, he’s just there, looking at him, waiting, as an echo of his previous order.
Is this… Does he…? Is he supposed to beg on his knees for getting extra work to get those credits? No, maybe he’s expected to do a full dogeza in a display of gratitude? Even if it seems exaggerated, it seems that one fits the most. He doesn’t want to do it, to be completely honest. He’s left without words and feeling humiliated. Yet, he nods, a short, pathetic nod, and goes down to his knees. But he doesn’t completely manage to put his upper body down too: there’s a big, powerful hand in head that stops him.
“Sensei?”
“You’re gonna be good for me now, Tachibana-kun. If you really want those credits, at least,”
What? What is this about?
It becomes crystal clear soon, though. Yamazaki-sensei moves closer, taking a step forward without another word, his hands working on his own clothes and Makoto freezes. This sorta thing… Something like this is…
Is this real?
He never… Never, in a million years, would have imagined that Yamazaki-sensei could… Be like this. The man seems always so polite, so nice yet formal and composed. And in that case, shouldn't he be aiming at one of his pretty girl fans? This seems like. A joke but Sensei is serious when looking down at him, the tension too sharp.
It's a power trip, one go ticket, too. Tachibana looks at him in shock, even jumps a bit when he takes his hard on out completely. He looks so good on his knees.
“I…”
The way his voice shakes makes his cock throb, he fights the urge to just choke the boy on it in one go. The waiting is just as sweet. That unsure expression, the way he seems like a baby deer on the highway, blinded by the lights.
“You'll earn those credits, Tachibana-kun, won't you?”
The boy looks up at him again, it takes him a moment but then he's nodding, slowly. His hand shakes and Sousuke smirks. There's something enticing in the way Tachibana is such a big, strong boy yet right now he looks like a scared, helpless child, shaking unsure like a leaf.
Makoto finally reaches to wrap his hand around Yamazaki-sensei’s cock. He's big and too warm, intimidating. This feels… Fake. Like he is not here at all, on his knees and touching someone else like this, under heavy eyes. This is not…
“Now be good,” he's told and a strong hand goes to the back of his head, bringing him closer.
Sensei rubs his heavy erection against his face, smearing precum on his skin. Makoto closes his eyes, mostly in humiliation, and stays still, being used. The smell is strong and manly, with a hint of frutal soap. The wet tip is pressed against his lips and Makoto opens his mouth like is obviously expected of him. He just wants this to be over.
“Have you ever done this, Tachibana-kun?”
He shakes his head no, making Sousuke feel amazing with the knowledgement. He just makes an appreciative sound back and brings the boy closer, rubbing the tip in those lips. Makoto is shy about it, still scared and unsure, holding the base with one hand and starts to lick. It's cute more than anything, even a bit amusing for Sousuke. He keeps the boy in place, playing nice for a bit, wanting to see what he'll do.
“Are you really working hard for those credits, Tachibana-kun?” he presses after a bit, pushing the boy closer against his cock.
It makes him choke on it, eyes filling with tears. It's such a good sight.
Makoto hates it, his jaw aches soon enough and he's not sure if he's doing it right. Occasionally Sensei pushes him mercilessly, making him gag when forcing himself down the boy's throat. The taste is salty, all of it is overwhelming. He avoids by any means meeting the heavy stare that Yamazaki-sensei lays on him.
The man groans softly and urgently pushes him away with a tight grip of his hair. Is it over? This is it? Makoto cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, where saliva and precum were dripping down his chin.
Sousuke moves just enough to sit back on the chair, calls for him again with a simple motion of his right hand. He laughs a bit, probably noticing the questions in his face. Obviously, this is far from being over and Makoto doesn't know if he can endure it.
It happens really fast. He's left still on his knees between Sensei's legs, watching how the man takes away his tie and then his school shirt is being ripped open with a cutter. Yamazaki-sensei looks too hot with that serious look yet Makoto's heart beats terrified.
“Swimming is great training, umm? Come closer,”
Makoto does as he's told, trying to keep his mind black and just… do it. For it to end soon.
The next thing is how their bodies are flushed together, in a display of strength from Yamazaki-sensei that holds him closer, pressing his cock against Makoto's chest.
“You'll get better at sucking, now make me come like this,”
God, this side of Yamazaki-sensei is incredibly hot! Which is an awful thought that Makoto tries with all his will to push away.
He nods. He has seen it, in porn, but he doesn't have boobs for it? In any case Yamazaki-sensei’s eyes are demanding, he's waiting there like a challenge and Makoto really, really needs those extra credits. So he pushes himself even closer, and flushes his pecs together, trying his best to create the place for it. His muscles are big enough and Yamazaki-sensei seems pleased.
“That's it, yes,” Sousuke says, humping against Makoto's firm chest. Is so, so good, he won't deny it to himself how he has been wanting this for a long time.
The sigh is amazing, feels amazing. There's something a bit funny too in the way Tachibana-kun tries to avoid looking at him but keeps his hands in place on his chest. He's beautiful, there's still crystalline tears between his caramel lashes and his lips are red and wet.
The boy's skin is warm and getting slippery with every thrust of Sousuke's hips. His cock is perfectly nested between those big, sculpted pecs. Tachibana-kun’s nipples peek between the boy's fingers, looking so beautiful and stiff, rosy brown and cute.
He can feel the pooling heat of his orgasm, making him go faster, flushing their bodies together, one hand tangling in the boy's hair. It doesn't take long for him to come, not when Tachibana makes the cutest sound out of nowhere. Such a cute thing, so perfect, so easy to take advantage of.
He comes in messy waves of white, moving just in time to aim at the boy's face. Tachibana-kun closes his eyes quickly and his face is beautifully painted in Sensei's cum, dripping down his chin and all the way to his exposed chest.
So, so good.
“Is this… enough?”
Sousuke laughs, looking for something in the desk drawer to clean the boy's face, much against his real desires.
Those pretty green eyes finally look back at him, eyelashes still sticky.
“If you want, yeah. Not really enough to 100% assure you will pass my class but sure. You chose here,” Sousuke says, shrugging. He knows he's playing well. “Is up to you,”
“I… I really need to… Pass this class,”
“Umm. I see. Then you should be getting up and bending over the desk, Tachibana-kun,”
Makoto knows there's not enough time left for fixing his shitty grades and fixing all his other things going on. He's left still on his knees, under the weight of Sensei's eyes, considering if he can really do this. He feels awfully humiliated and hating the acknowledgement about how hot Yamazaki-sensei actually was, how his cock is just perfect and how he is so, so handsome.
He stands up and does as he's expected to, with blushing red cheeks.
Sensei moves behind him and Makoto feels both ashamed and terribly nervous, just waiting. He's not stupid. He knows what will come. The feeling of dried cum on his chest is disgusting, but doesn't distract him enough.
It happens too fast for him to notice it at first. There's the sound of fabric being ripped open and then a hand touching his ass. He looks back over his shoulder, Yamazaki-sensei made a clean cut on the back of his pants, creating a big opening that goes almost from between his legs to almost all the way up the waist band.
Oh God.
His underwear is ripped open too and Makoto flinches at the feeling of cold metal against his skin, not enough to cut him or anything, just, there.
“Sensei…”
There's no answer, just the feeling of being completely vulnerable, holding himself against the desk to not tremble.
Slicked wet fingers start to rub against his hole, one hand firm on his hip.
And it feels…
Good.
Yamazaki-sensei teases him and Makoto wants to hate it, wants his body to not ache for more of it. Is confusing, awful. Is…
“You're so cute,”
It does take long for Sensei to push two fingers inside of him without much warning. It makes him whimper in pain more than anything, yet he receives sweet words of reassurance. Is shit how nice that voice seems, like a gentle balm. After a few minutes, those fingers really start to move, going from slowly making space for them inside to fully thrust in and out his burning hole. Yamazaki-sensei is obviously experienced, curling his fingers perfectly, making him fight to keep his moans shut. He doesn't want to enjoy this. He doesn't want this at all!
He doesn't want the gentle kisses that Sensei suddenly starts to leave in the back of his neck, or the way his manly scent is intoxicating. He hates this. He hates this. He…
Sensei takes his fingers away and Makoto doesn't know if he's supposed to do something but the answer comes too quickly.
Sousuke rubs his cock against the boy's hole, the leaking tip teasing for a few seconds and then pushing inside slowly. Fuck, it's so tight! He knew it wasn't enough preparation, the barely stretched hole is heavenly. The boy cries in pain but he doesn't mind it. There's just the tip inside and it feels incredible, he's dying for more.
“Relax, baby, you're so tight. So perfect,”
There's a hand in Makoto's hip and another that creeps it's way up and starts touching his chest. Fingers that rub and play with one of his nipples. Feels good, but can't surpass the awful pain from the stretch of his hole. He tries to breathe, take a deep breath and take it, but all of this is overwhelming and…
And he's getting hard.
“Come on, baby,”
The words are whispered to his ear, a sultry voice that is filled with lust, coming straight from a porn. God.
Sousuke keeps pushing after a couple of minutes trying to soothe his prey. He finally manages to get inside completely, eyes closed for a moment, and reaches to palm the boy's cock, trapped between his body and the hard surface of the desk. It makes him smirk, it's such a great surprise to realize he is actually hard.
Makoto's face is burning with shame. That hand feels so good, getting inside his pants and grabbing his cock firmly. Fuck. Too good. Sensei's other hand leaves his chest and then is placed in the back of his neck. His cheek is pressed against the desk as he's fully overpowered.
Sensei begins to move, using him like a doll. It hurts but it also feels good. There's something in being taken like this that…
“So pretty taking me like a whore,”
Sensei groans and fucks him deep and merciless, making him dizzy. He's barely aware of pathetically drooling over the desk hardwood. Feels unbelievably good after a while, he moans loudly when a particular thrust reaches deep inside just right.
And then…
He could recognize this feeling anywhere. Even from his position he can look towards the door. And damn, is just that… he could find those eyes even in the biggest crowd, sense them on him no matter what! He feels desperately ashamed, unable to do anything, while Haru stares at them, at him, from the small window in the classroom's door.
And he does nothing. Haru just… stays there. Until he's leaving, and Makoto has never felt this horribly humiliated and ashamed before. He feels like crying yet the intense pleasure hits louder.
Completely oblivious to it, Sousuke keeps searching for his release. Tachibana-kun’s ass is amazing, it feels wonderful while milking him, perfect. So perfect, delicious. On his hand Tachibana-kun’cock is hot and leaking, throbbing.
Sweet, beautiful.
He fucks his student faster, going hard on him without a break, moving the way the boy moans and whimpers, melting under his administrations. He comes messily in Sousuke's hands and his own clothes, getting tighter at the same time around Sousuke's cock. He fucks him through his orgasm, rooking the entire desk. His release is strong, a peak of pleasure overwhelming in the best way, coming inside the boy's perfect hole. Sousuke stays there for a while, the booth of them breathing fast and unevenly.
“Good boy,” Yamazaki-sensei says to his ear when finally moving away.
Makoto cringes at the feeling of cum leaking out of his body and shakes a bit when Sensei leans down and opens his cheeks with both hands, obviously taking a very close look at his abused rim. God, it’s so embarrassing!
And fuck, he's covered in cum, a mess of his own spend on his underwear and abs and Sensei's cum on his skin and coming out of him. He feels completely ruined and pathetic. Ashamed and guilty regarding how much he actually enjoyed it.
Yamazaki-sensei steps away and Makoto stands too, shyly turning around to see Sensei fixing his pants. He doesn't know what to do with himself, just stands there awkwardly.
“You can't go home with your clothes like that,” the man says, looking at him with predatory eyes.
And who's fault is this?! Makoto wants to say, but chooses not to. He just nods.
“I'll take you home. After all, I'm still not done with you,”
It's obvious what it means and Makoto wants to bury himself in a hole at the knowledgement at he's not completely… against it.
He does need those extra credits, doesn't he?
He finds himself looking away but also…
Nodding.
Yamazaki-sensei laughs.
“God, you're definitely jailbait,” he says.