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ShinKami AU ; top!hitoshi, bottom!denki
desc: Denki doesn’t like boys his own age. He likes men, people who are mature and know who they are…his teacher happens to fit the bill perfectly.
desc: Denki doesn’t like boys his own age. He likes men, people who are mature and know who they are…his teacher happens to fit the bill perfectly.
CW: age difference, student/teacher, underage (denki is 15), degradation, all the good stuff.
Denki wasn’t attracted to people his own age.
Every time he would confess it to a friend, they’d either laugh and say ‘yeah, I like people a few years older too’ or straight up say he was strange.
His /ideal type/ wasn& #39;t just 5 years older. Nay, his type was 35+ despite him
Every time he would confess it to a friend, they’d either laugh and say ‘yeah, I like people a few years older too’ or straight up say he was strange.
His /ideal type/ wasn& #39;t just 5 years older. Nay, his type was 35+ despite him
being 15. Yeah, that much older.
He tried to keep it under wraps. It was inappropriate and he knew that. Hell, Denki even tried to date inside of his age range.
Secretly he got happy when they turned him down and when they didn’t, the dates and sex just weren’t good. At least
He tried to keep it under wraps. It was inappropriate and he knew that. Hell, Denki even tried to date inside of his age range.
Secretly he got happy when they turned him down and when they didn’t, the dates and sex just weren’t good. At least
to him.
But really, he thought he was getting good at handling his inappropriate (and illegal) attractions…until he got accepted into UA and until he was finally face to face with Pro Hero Mockingbird.
But really, he thought he was getting good at handling his inappropriate (and illegal) attractions…until he got accepted into UA and until he was finally face to face with Pro Hero Mockingbird.
Hitoshi was hot. No doubt about it. Even some of the girls in his class swooned openly over him. Some had crushes on All Might. Others had crushes on Midnight.
It made him feel less weird for a bit, until Denki asked Mina if she would /actually/ have sex with All Might.
It made him feel less weird for a bit, until Denki asked Mina if she would /actually/ have sex with All Might.
She gagged, acted overly dramatic and very Mina. “God, no! It’s fun to imagine, but…ew. He’s like...50.”
So he was alone.
The amount of time he spent dreaming about Hitoshi bending him over and pounding him inside of the very classroom he taught in was hot.
So he was alone.
The amount of time he spent dreaming about Hitoshi bending him over and pounding him inside of the very classroom he taught in was hot.
So, so fucking hot. But also…it was kind of embarrassing. Gross.
That didn’t stop Denki from flirting though.
“Sensei,” Denki raised his hand and bit on the edge of his pen. He was struggling pretty heavily with his work, which wasn’t a lie.
That didn’t stop Denki from flirting though.
“Sensei,” Denki raised his hand and bit on the edge of his pen. He was struggling pretty heavily with his work, which wasn’t a lie.
Having Hitoshi walk over and bend down to explain didn’t help his learning though. “Can you help me?”
Hitoshi sent an irritated glance to Denki which only succeeded in fanning the flame in his stomach. He needed to get his teacher in bed. He had to.
Hitoshi sent an irritated glance to Denki which only succeeded in fanning the flame in his stomach. He needed to get his teacher in bed. He had to.
The man stood and trudged over. He bent down, breath so close it was fanning Denki’s face. The blond swallowed hard.
“What do you need help with?”
Denki pointed at the sheet. Hitoshi read it quickly and then sent Denki a look. “Really?”
“Mhm.”
“What do you need help with?”
Denki pointed at the sheet. Hitoshi read it quickly and then sent Denki a look. “Really?”
“Mhm.”
He didn’t even read the question. Just wanted Hitoshi to be closer. Denki wanted to trace every detail of his face with his finger, kiss him, do whatever he wanted.
Hitoshi rolled his eyes and stood up. “See me after class.”
Wait. What?
“Huh—,”
Hitoshi rolled his eyes and stood up. “See me after class.”
Wait. What?
“Huh—,”
Hitoshi sent another glare that had Denki nodding dumbly.
“Yes, Sensei.”
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“Tell me why you can’t grasp simple questions.”
Denki fiddled his fingers in front of his favourite teacher. The idea of them being alone in the very exact place all of Denki’s fantasies took
“Yes, Sensei.”
“Tell me why you can’t grasp simple questions.”
Denki fiddled his fingers in front of his favourite teacher. The idea of them being alone in the very exact place all of Denki’s fantasies took
place made him giddy, even if he was being told off.
“I just…” Denki trailed off. He wasn’t going to tell the truth. There’s no way in hell he was going to look Hitoshi in the eyes and say ‘because I can’t stop thinking about your cock railing me’, even if he wanted to.
“I just…” Denki trailed off. He wasn’t going to tell the truth. There’s no way in hell he was going to look Hitoshi in the eyes and say ‘because I can’t stop thinking about your cock railing me’, even if he wanted to.
“I just can’t focus.”
It wasn’t a complete lie.
Hitoshi’s eyes narrowed into slits as if he could tell that Denki was lying through his teeth. “Why not?”
/Because you’re fucking hot./
It wasn’t a complete lie.
Hitoshi’s eyes narrowed into slits as if he could tell that Denki was lying through his teeth. “Why not?”
/Because you’re fucking hot./
“I don’t know—,”
“Don’t come at me with that. You’re doing perfectly fine in every other class.” Hitoshi stood and Denki gulped. He was tall compared to himself and the other boys in his class. Somewhat lanky but clearly toned with wide shoulders. “So why not mine?”
“Don’t come at me with that. You’re doing perfectly fine in every other class.” Hitoshi stood and Denki gulped. He was tall compared to himself and the other boys in his class. Somewhat lanky but clearly toned with wide shoulders. “So why not mine?”
Damn. Maybe he should’ve let all his grades slip. At least he knows Momo’s tutoring is helping.
“I, uh,” What does he say? “I’m just bad at Science, I guess.”
Hitoshi rolled his eyes. He stood in front of Denki. The blond had to tilt his head up. “Tell me the truth.”
“I, uh,” What does he say? “I’m just bad at Science, I guess.”
Hitoshi rolled his eyes. He stood in front of Denki. The blond had to tilt his head up. “Tell me the truth.”
Fuck, “I don’t know if you’ll want me to.”
“Now.”
Shit.
If he says it, he’s fucked. He’ll get expelled no doubt, destined for nothing good. He’ll be known as the idiot who couldn’t even pass his first year at UA before getting kicked out.
Yet,
“Because you’re hot!”
“Now.”
Shit.
If he says it, he’s fucked. He’ll get expelled no doubt, destined for nothing good. He’ll be known as the idiot who couldn’t even pass his first year at UA before getting kicked out.
Yet,
“Because you’re hot!”
Hitoshi looked taken aback. He took one step backwards, “Excuse me?”
“It’s the truth!” Denki whined, “You wanted the truth so there. I can’t focus ‘cause you& #39;re hot and it’s unfair.”
Despite the situation, Hitoshi was blushing. It was pretty cute.
“It’s the truth!” Denki whined, “You wanted the truth so there. I can’t focus ‘cause you& #39;re hot and it’s unfair.”
Despite the situation, Hitoshi was blushing. It was pretty cute.
“Uh…” The teacher said eloquently, “Well…”
“I’m sorry! Don’t expel me. I’ll do better, I swear!” Denki squeaked. “I just like older dudes. And you’re older. And hot. And I’m rambling.”
“You are…” Hitoshi cleared his throat “Maybe I can switch you into 1-B’s Science class—,”
“I’m sorry! Don’t expel me. I’ll do better, I swear!” Denki squeaked. “I just like older dudes. And you’re older. And hot. And I’m rambling.”
“You are…” Hitoshi cleared his throat “Maybe I can switch you into 1-B’s Science class—,”
“No!” Denki squeaked, “No, please. I’ll get over it. I’ll try harder. I promise!”
Hitoshi ran a hand down his face. “Okay, Kaminari.”
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Hitoshi ran a hand down his face. “Okay, Kaminari.”
It got better for a while. Sure, Hitoshi was still unfairly hot and sure, Denki still beat his dick raw to the idea of Hitoshi fucking him fast and hard. But he kept up with school work (the best he could) and understood most of the simple questions.
He even stopped asking Hitoshi for help 24/7. It wasn’t easy, but it was doable.
Then Hanta dared Mina and Denki to switch uniforms for the day.
Turns out, Hitoshi didn’t find it nearly as funny as the rest of the class.
Then Hanta dared Mina and Denki to switch uniforms for the day.
Turns out, Hitoshi didn’t find it nearly as funny as the rest of the class.
He demanded Denki stay after class (not Mina, which wasn’t fair, but pants were an option for female students, albeit not a common choice.)
So Denki stood in an uncomfortably familiar position, standing in front of Hitoshi in a comfortably fitting skirt that made him...
So Denki stood in an uncomfortably familiar position, standing in front of Hitoshi in a comfortably fitting skirt that made him...
...(and he would never admit this) feel pretty and cute.
“It’s not fair I’m in trouble and Mina isn’t!” Denki stomped his foot before Hitoshi could even open his mouth. “I know girls can technically wear pants, so why can’t I wear a skirt? What if it wasn’t a joke? What if I...
“It’s not fair I’m in trouble and Mina isn’t!” Denki stomped his foot before Hitoshi could even open his mouth. “I know girls can technically wear pants, so why can’t I wear a skirt? What if it wasn’t a joke? What if I...
... “was transgender? I could expose you to the media for being transphobic, y’know? America would hate you—,”
“Kaminari.” Hitoshi cut off Denki’s rambling with a tone that offered no disagreements. “That’s not why you’re here.”
Oh. “Then why?”
“Kaminari.” Hitoshi cut off Denki’s rambling with a tone that offered no disagreements. “That’s not why you’re here.”
Oh. “Then why?”
Hitoshi took a deep breath. He stood from his chair, “Your grades are doing better, but they’re still lacking compared to your other classes.”
“Well, yeah, but I am bad at Science and it’s not like you’ve gotten any less hot.”
“Well, yeah, but I am bad at Science and it’s not like you’ve gotten any less hot.”
Hitoshi blankly stared at Denki. “You’re doing so poorly simply because you think I’m attractive?”
“Pretty much? And I want to bang you. Well, you bang me.” Denki’s face turned red. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve been hit with a truth quirk or something—,”
“Pretty much? And I want to bang you. Well, you bang me.” Denki’s face turned red. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve been hit with a truth quirk or something—,”
Suddenly, Hitoshi was grasping Denki’s face in his hand. It was so big compared to Denki’s face, and embarrassingly, he felt his cock chub.
“If I were to do just that, would you focus more?”
Woah. Woahwoahwoahwoah.
“What?”
“Answer me.”
“If I were to do just that, would you focus more?”
Woah. Woahwoahwoahwoah.
“What?”
“Answer me.”
“If we only did it once, no. More than once? Maybe. ‘Cause then I’ll know what it’s like.” Denki said. His heart pounded. This has to be a dream.
Hitoshi nodded once.
Before Denki could blink, his teacher’s lips were on his.
Hitoshi nodded once.
Before Denki could blink, his teacher’s lips were on his.
The blond squeaked, raising his hands to dig into the fabric of his teacher’s shirt. Hitoshi released Denki’s face and pulled him closer, “You’ve always been the cutest one.”
“Huh?” Denki panted against Hitoshi’s lips. This wasn’t a dream. It felt too real.
“Huh?” Denki panted against Hitoshi’s lips. This wasn’t a dream. It felt too real.
“In the class.” Hitoshi said. “And that fucking skirt-,”
“Thank Sero.”
Hitoshi snorted. He pressed another hard kiss to Denki’s lips. “You can’t tell anybody about this. Ever.”
“I won’t.” Denki promised, eyes already half lidded. “We can be a secret.”
“Thank Sero.”
Hitoshi snorted. He pressed another hard kiss to Denki’s lips. “You can’t tell anybody about this. Ever.”
“I won’t.” Denki promised, eyes already half lidded. “We can be a secret.”
“That includes Ashido and Sero.”
“I know, Sir. They think me liking older men is weird anyways.”
“It is. It’s wrong.”
“I know. But you like little boys.”
Hitoshi scoffed. He squeezed Denki’s face once more. “How well behaved are you?”
“I know, Sir. They think me liking older men is weird anyways.”
“It is. It’s wrong.”
“I know. But you like little boys.”
Hitoshi scoffed. He squeezed Denki’s face once more. “How well behaved are you?”
“However well behaved you want me to be.”
“Good.” Hitoshi glanced towards the door. The window in it would give them no privacy provided somebody walked through the hallway. “Meet me in my room in the dorms. There’s privacy there.”
“Good.” Hitoshi glanced towards the door. The window in it would give them no privacy provided somebody walked through the hallway. “Meet me in my room in the dorms. There’s privacy there.”
Denki’s eyes twinkled, “You’re going to fuck me?”
“Mm.” Hitoshi nodded. He kissed Denki’s forehead, feather light. “Wear the skirt.”
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“Mm.” Hitoshi nodded. He kissed Denki’s forehead, feather light. “Wear the skirt.”
Maybe Denki spent 2 hours in the shower before arriving at Hitoshi& #39;s room. Maybe he didn’t. Whatever the case, he knocked on his teacher’s door, dressed in his school uniform (and with Mina’s skirt on.)
The teacher opened the door and glanced down at Denki.
The teacher opened the door and glanced down at Denki.
Then, silently, he nodded and Denki stepped inside.
“It’s nice in here.” Denki commented. It was. Very dark academia. “Lots of lamps.”
“That’s what you have to say?”
“Sorry. I think I’m nervous.”
“That’s okay. C’mere.” Hitoshi sat on his couch, “My lap.”
“It’s nice in here.” Denki commented. It was. Very dark academia. “Lots of lamps.”
“That’s what you have to say?”
“Sorry. I think I’m nervous.”
“That’s okay. C’mere.” Hitoshi sat on his couch, “My lap.”
Denki nodded. He straddled his teacher, heart continuing to pound painfully.
“I have to talk to you about something”
“Okay”
“If you want to stop at any point—,”
“I won’t.”
Hitoshi glared, “But if you do, Red is stop. I’ll do it. No questions asked. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I have to talk to you about something”
“Okay”
“If you want to stop at any point—,”
“I won’t.”
Hitoshi glared, “But if you do, Red is stop. I’ll do it. No questions asked. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re very considerate for a kid fucker.”
Hitoshi scoffed and pinched Denki’s thigh hard. “Listen to me, Kaminari.”
“Sorry, Sensei.” Denki placed a soft hand on Hitoshi’s face. He traced his thumb over the small scars just like he always wanted to do.
Hitoshi scoffed and pinched Denki’s thigh hard. “Listen to me, Kaminari.”
“Sorry, Sensei.” Denki placed a soft hand on Hitoshi’s face. He traced his thumb over the small scars just like he always wanted to do.
“Red is stop. I got it. Anything else?”
“Have any off limits? I doubt you slept around much, you’re 15, but—,”
“I like degradation. And pain, but not too much. Spanking is nice.” Denki shifted in Hitoshi’s lap. The elder grunted. “I love taboo stuff. Obviously. Ooh, and—
“Have any off limits? I doubt you slept around much, you’re 15, but—,”
“I like degradation. And pain, but not too much. Spanking is nice.” Denki shifted in Hitoshi’s lap. The elder grunted. “I love taboo stuff. Obviously. Ooh, and—
exhibitionism. That’s hot.”
“Okay. So you& #39;re a whore then?”
“Yeah.” Denki smiled cheekily. “Edging is hot too. Oh god, and breeding—,”
“Okay.” Hitoshi laughed softly. Denki wanted to hear it over and over again. “Do you know if you’re clean?”
“Okay. So you& #39;re a whore then?”
“Yeah.” Denki smiled cheekily. “Edging is hot too. Oh god, and breeding—,”
“Okay.” Hitoshi laughed softly. Denki wanted to hear it over and over again. “Do you know if you’re clean?”
“Last person I had sex with was Tetsutetsu—,” Hitoshi stiffened. Jealousy, maybe? “And he wore a condom. He doesn’t like jizz.”
“So you’re clean?”
“Yeah! Everyone else was a virgin and they always wore a condom. And I did, once, but topping sucks.”
“So you’re clean?”
“Yeah! Everyone else was a virgin and they always wore a condom. And I did, once, but topping sucks.”
“Okay. Shhh.” Hitoshi placed a hand over Denki’s mouth. “I’m clean too.”
“Does that mean you’re gonna fuck me raw?” Denki asked, voice muffled from the man’s hand.
“Mm.”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Does that mean you’re gonna fuck me raw?” Denki asked, voice muffled from the man’s hand.
“Mm.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Hitoshi rolled his eyes despite the fond smirk on his lips. He removed his hand from the boy’s mouth and placed both of them underneath Denki’s skirt, cupping his ass.
His hands are big. Unfairly big, actually. Denki wanted them around his throat ASAP.
“Can we fuck now?”
His hands are big. Unfairly big, actually. Denki wanted them around his throat ASAP.
“Can we fuck now?”
“You’re ridiculously impatient.”
Denki smiled widely and giggled. He pressed his lips back against his teacher’s for a quick kiss.
“Have you fucked any of your other students?” Denki asked as he stood from Hitoshi’s lap. He began wandering down the hallway.
Denki smiled widely and giggled. He pressed his lips back against his teacher’s for a quick kiss.
“Have you fucked any of your other students?” Denki asked as he stood from Hitoshi’s lap. He began wandering down the hallway.
Hitoshi stood after him, “Not since I was a teacher’s aid - where are you going?”
“Looking for your bedroom. So I’m special?”
“No.”
“It sounds like I’m special.” Denki chirped. He pushed open a door, “It isn’t fair that you get an entire apartment and I get a cramped room.”
“Looking for your bedroom. So I’m special?”
“No.”
“It sounds like I’m special.” Denki chirped. He pushed open a door, “It isn’t fair that you get an entire apartment and I get a cramped room.”
“It’s insanely fair.” Hitoshi watched Denki fall into the bed on his back. “You’re just a spoiled brat.”
“Yeah.” Denki agreed. “Come here please!”
Hitoshi nodded easily. He walked up towards Denki and crawled between his legs, pressing the boy’s arms to the bed above him.
“Yeah.” Denki agreed. “Come here please!”
Hitoshi nodded easily. He walked up towards Denki and crawled between his legs, pressing the boy’s arms to the bed above him.
Hitoshi dove down, kissing Denki hard.
The blond whined, cock chubbing with interest once more. He bucked his hips up against Hitoshi’s leg and mewled at the contact.
Hitoshi scoffed. He pressed his knee down against Denki’s cock in a manner that would be considered too hard—
The blond whined, cock chubbing with interest once more. He bucked his hips up against Hitoshi’s leg and mewled at the contact.
Hitoshi scoffed. He pressed his knee down against Denki’s cock in a manner that would be considered too hard—
if Denki wasn’t a glutton for punishment. “You’re so fucking loud. We’re just kissing.”
“M’sensitive.” Denki pouted, trying to catch his breath from the kiss. “How thin are the walls?”
“Not very. You’ll be fine, as long as you don’t howl—,”
“M’sensitive.” Denki pouted, trying to catch his breath from the kiss. “How thin are the walls?”
“Not very. You’ll be fine, as long as you don’t howl—,”
“Howling is how I show my appreciation.”
Hitoshi pinched his thigh. “Behave.”
“Yessir!”
Smiling softly, Hitoshi continued to grind his knee against Denki’s crotch. The blond arched his back and whimpered.
Hitoshi pinched his thigh. “Behave.”
“Yessir!”
Smiling softly, Hitoshi continued to grind his knee against Denki’s crotch. The blond arched his back and whimpered.
It’s been a few months since he got laid, and whilst Tetsutetsu was okay, he was too scared of hurting Denki.
He also wasn’t Hitoshi.
Hitoshi reached underneath the skirt. He narrowed his eyes, “You aren’t wearing underwear.”
He also wasn’t Hitoshi.
Hitoshi reached underneath the skirt. He narrowed his eyes, “You aren’t wearing underwear.”
Denki shook his head innocently. “No. I don’t own panties and I thought wearing boxers would ruin the school girl illusi—s-shit.”
Hitoshi’s hand wrapped around Denki’s cock. His entire hand almost took up the whole thing with exception for the head. “I’ll buy you some.”
Hitoshi’s hand wrapped around Denki’s cock. His entire hand almost took up the whole thing with exception for the head. “I’ll buy you some.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.” Hitoshi ran his coarse thumb over the head. Denki shuddered. “You’ll be my prized possession.”
“You’re possessive.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
Slowly, Denki shook his head. “Not at all.”
“Good.”
“Mhm.” Hitoshi ran his coarse thumb over the head. Denki shuddered. “You’ll be my prized possession.”
“You’re possessive.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
Slowly, Denki shook his head. “Not at all.”
“Good.”
Hitoshi removed his grasp and unbuttoned his pants. Denki watched like a hawk, eager to see the cock he dreamed about since entering UA.
It was worth the wait.
Denki stared, wide eyed. It was thick and long - bigger than Denki ever took, hell - bigger than he ever saw before..
It was worth the wait.
Denki stared, wide eyed. It was thick and long - bigger than Denki ever took, hell - bigger than he ever saw before..
...and he wasn’t even fully hard.
“God, don’t stare at me like that.” Hitoshi fully removed his pants and underwear. He then worked at his shirt.
“I wanna taste it.” Denki said, “Can I? Pleaseeee Sensei?”
The teacher rolled his eyes. He had a habit of doing that, Denki noted.
“God, don’t stare at me like that.” Hitoshi fully removed his pants and underwear. He then worked at his shirt.
“I wanna taste it.” Denki said, “Can I? Pleaseeee Sensei?”
The teacher rolled his eyes. He had a habit of doing that, Denki noted.
“Take your shirt off. Keep the skirt on.”
Denki nodded obediently. He sat up and made eye contact with Hitoshi as he shed his jacket and shirt. Compared to Hitoshi, Denki wasn’t anywhere near as built.
The blond was toned, sure, but wasn’t sporting a six pack by any means.
Denki nodded obediently. He sat up and made eye contact with Hitoshi as he shed his jacket and shirt. Compared to Hitoshi, Denki wasn’t anywhere near as built.
The blond was toned, sure, but wasn’t sporting a six pack by any means.
“Can I suck it now?”
“Yeah,” Hitoshi’s eyes wandered up and down Denki’s body. “Yeah, c’mere.”
Denki nodded. He crawled towards the edge of the bed and bent down so his back was arched and Hitoshi’s cock was right next to his face.
“Yeah,” Hitoshi’s eyes wandered up and down Denki’s body. “Yeah, c’mere.”
Denki nodded. He crawled towards the edge of the bed and bent down so his back was arched and Hitoshi’s cock was right next to his face.
The blond wrapped his hand around it. “Do you take pills?”
“Excuse me?”
“To grow your dick? Like they show on Pornhub!”
“Those don’t work.”
“You tried?”
“No, I just have common sense.” Hitoshi bucked his hips impatiently. “Now shut up and put your mouth to a better use.”
“Excuse me?”
“To grow your dick? Like they show on Pornhub!”
“Those don’t work.”
“You tried?”
“No, I just have common sense.” Hitoshi bucked his hips impatiently. “Now shut up and put your mouth to a better use.”
“Yes, Sensei.” Denki smiled brightly. After that, he wrapped his lips around the head and hummed happily
.
He liked having stuff in his mouth - pens, his fingers, dick. It made him feel at ease. Maybe Hitoshi would let Denki cock warm him one day.
.
He liked having stuff in his mouth - pens, his fingers, dick. It made him feel at ease. Maybe Hitoshi would let Denki cock warm him one day.
Hitoshi ran his fingers through Denki’s hair as he groaned lowly. Denki tried his hardest to take Hitoshi further and further into his mouth, but he got halfway before choking.
“We’ll have to work on that.” Hitoshi commented.
“We’ll have to work on that.” Hitoshi commented.
Denki stared up at him with watery eyes and nodded the best he could before going to town
The boy bobbed his head quickly, choking a few more times when he went down too far. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Hitoshi growled. He pulled on Denki’s hair softly.
The boy bobbed his head quickly, choking a few more times when he went down too far. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Hitoshi growled. He pulled on Denki’s hair softly.
“Are you going to be my cockslut? Going to belong to me?”
Denki whined at the thought. He wanted that.
Hitoshi forced Denki’s head still. He bucked his own hips slowly, making Denki go to the tip before pushing him down far enough for the student to choke and his eyes to water.
Denki whined at the thought. He wanted that.
Hitoshi forced Denki’s head still. He bucked his own hips slowly, making Denki go to the tip before pushing him down far enough for the student to choke and his eyes to water.
“Crybaby.” Hitoshi cooed mockingly. He brushed a tear from Denki’s eye and, after a few more minutes, he pulled the blond off of his cock.
Denki whined. “Sensei—,”
“Be good.” Hitoshi huffed. “I wanna fuck you.”
Denki whined. “Sensei—,”
“Be good.” Hitoshi huffed. “I wanna fuck you.”
“Oh.” Denki nodded slowly, dumbly. He looked cute with his eyes watery and his lips plump. “Okay, please.”
Hitoshi once more pressed Denki down against the bed. He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled out a half used bottle of lube. Denki eyed it.
Hitoshi once more pressed Denki down against the bed. He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled out a half used bottle of lube. Denki eyed it.
“What do you jerk off to?”
“Really?”
“Yea! I like my imagination, but sometimes porn is hot.”
Hitoshi coated his fingers generously as he spoke, “Imagination. There wasn’t much access to Internet porn when I was a kid. I took what I could take. It’s a habit now.”
“Really?”
“Yea! I like my imagination, but sometimes porn is hot.”
Hitoshi coated his fingers generously as he spoke, “Imagination. There wasn’t much access to Internet porn when I was a kid. I took what I could take. It’s a habit now.”
“Do you think of me?”
Hitoshi sent Denki a look as he pressed his fingers against the muscle. His finger pressed in easily. “You’re already stretched.”
“I have an active masturbation life.” Denki’s voice turned breathy. He pressed down on the finger. “Add another. +
Hitoshi sent Denki a look as he pressed his fingers against the muscle. His finger pressed in easily. “You’re already stretched.”
“I have an active masturbation life.” Denki’s voice turned breathy. He pressed down on the finger. “Add another. +
—and you didn’t answer my question.”
Hitoshi didn’t listen. He continued to pump one finger in and out mercilessly. “Yeah, I do. Especially since you told me you found me hot.”
Hitoshi didn’t listen. He continued to pump one finger in and out mercilessly. “Yeah, I do. Especially since you told me you found me hot.”
Denki gasped, grinding down and trying to find more friction. It was a lost cause. “Good. I fucked myself open every night thinking of you. This.” A pathetic mewl fell from Denki’s lips as Hitoshi finally added another finger. “You’re so, so hot. Fuck, I wanted your cock since—
the day I saw you.”
“And I knew you were a whore since the day I saw you.” Hitoshi scissored his fingers. It’s as if he was purposely avoiding the one spot Denki wanted him to hit.
“And I knew you were a whore since the day I saw you.” Hitoshi scissored his fingers. It’s as if he was purposely avoiding the one spot Denki wanted him to hit.
