Since it& #39;s my soul sister& #39;s @/TempeTot& #39;s birthday...
Muted
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: ShinKami
Content Warnings: Aged up characters, quirkless AU, cam sex (I& #39;ll update these if needed)
Muted
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: ShinKami
Content Warnings: Aged up characters, quirkless AU, cam sex (I& #39;ll update these if needed)
Shinsou hated online classes, but between working two full time jobs and trying to fit sleep into his schedule, online learning was the only alternative. It allowed him to work at his own pace, while being slightly more affordable than actually /sitting/ in class in front of a
teacher.
It worked until he got the email from campus.
*Weâre going live!*
âWhat the fuck?â Shinsou mumbled as he read through the email.
*Starting spring semester, all of our online courses will require a wonderful new addition of live video chats with the Professor!*
It worked until he got the email from campus.
*Weâre going live!*
âWhat the fuck?â Shinsou mumbled as he read through the email.
*Starting spring semester, all of our online courses will require a wonderful new addition of live video chats with the Professor!*
Shinsou banged his head on his keyboard, crafting a pretty interesting and heartfelt keysmash as a reply. His finger twitched with the urge to send it, but instead he pulled up his course schedule.
Physics - Professor TBD, start date TBA
Conversational Spanish - Professor Yamada
Biology - Professor Sekijiro
Creative Writing - Professor Kaminari
He had a few weeks to mentally prepare for classes online, he assured himself. Itâll be fine.
It was /not/ fine.
The physics
Conversational Spanish - Professor Yamada
Biology - Professor Sekijiro
Creative Writing - Professor Kaminari
He had a few weeks to mentally prepare for classes online, he assured himself. Itâll be fine.
It was /not/ fine.
The physics
Professor ended up being a professor he had in the past and struggled with and to top that off, the professor had /no clue/ how to use the video conferencing software, but called in and taught via poor reception for /two/ hours. Professor Yamada was so loud, that Shinsouâs
computer speakers had feedback, prompting Bacon and Eggs, his cats, to run hiding with no intention of returning for days. Professor Sekijiro couldnât figure out how to angle his computer screen so for the entire lesson, his camera focused on his massive chest, which Shinsou
wasnât really complaining about, if he was being honest.
The icing on the cake came in the form of Professor Kaminari.
âHello, hey! Can you guys see me?â
Shinsou perked up at the sound of his voice and lowered the sound of his television to actually focus.
The icing on the cake came in the form of Professor Kaminari.
âHello, hey! Can you guys see me?â
Shinsou perked up at the sound of his voice and lowered the sound of his television to actually focus.
âHi Professor Kaminari, Izuku speaking.â Shinsou rolled his eyes.
Izuku was in most of his classes and he was the student that /always/ asked questions mere minutes before the class ended, which led to them all being held over.
Izuku was in most of his classes and he was the student that /always/ asked questions mere minutes before the class ended, which led to them all being held over.
âHey dude, how do I get this fucâI mean, how do I get this camera to work? Jesus, youâd figure the head of the department would have given us training, but apparently thatâs a larger request than it was for those brats in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to not eat shiâstuff. +
"Oh wait,â thereâs some typing, random muffled noises, and finally, âTADA! Hey guys can you see me?â
Holy shit.
Shinsouâs heart stuttered in his chest. His professor was gorgeous.
Holy shit.
Shinsouâs heart stuttered in his chest. His professor was gorgeous.
Shoulder length blond hair styled in two French braids with a little black lightning bolt dyed on one side, big golden eyes, a small smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, round rimmed glasses, a small stud in his nostril, and a black choker. His smile was like,
like..
Shit. Shinsou couldnât think of a simile and he really should be able to, seeing as heâs taking creative writing, but that smile left him speechless. Maybe because of the deep dimples that flashed in his cheeks, or the way his entire face lit up as he smiled, butâŠ
Shit. Shinsou couldnât think of a simile and he really should be able to, seeing as heâs taking creative writing, but that smile left him speechless. Maybe because of the deep dimples that flashed in his cheeks, or the way his entire face lit up as he smiled, butâŠ
âHey, I think one of you has a bad internet connection. Youâre just kinda.. staring.â The professor leaned in close, face scrunched up in confusion and then leaned back waving his arm. His gray cardigan looked two sizes too large and it was
oddly paired with a black button down shirt that had vividly pink peonies as a pattern and more buttons open than closed so when he leaned in, Shinsou could see the delicate curvature of his collarbone and the swell of his chest.
âI think your name is,â he looked at a slip of
âI think your name is,â he looked at a slip of
paper, âShinsou? Dude, your internet connection must be shit because you just froze again,â Kaminari shook his head and sighed.
Shinsouâs eyes widened and he immediately rushed to turn off his camera and mute his mic.
Kaminari hummed,
Shinsouâs eyes widened and he immediately rushed to turn off his camera and mute his mic.
Kaminari hummed,
âIf you all want to mute your microphones and turn off your cameras, thatâs fine with me. Wish I could,â he mumbled, âbut alas, thereâs no church in the wild.â
Shinsou paid rapt attention to Kaminari. Not the class, he didnât hear a single word about the syllabus or what books
Shinsou paid rapt attention to Kaminari. Not the class, he didnât hear a single word about the syllabus or what books
they were supposed to read for âinspirationâ. He was transfixed by the way Kaminari moved. Each time he raised his left arm, silver bracelets sang as they slid down a thin wrist. Purple nail polish stood out beautifully against his pale skin, working well with the rainbow chrome
rings he had stacked on his fingers. He often played with his braids, so much so that near the end of the lesson,one of them had soft tendrils of hair pulling out of the neat style. He laughed with his entire body, throwing his head back, revealing the columns of his neck. His
eyes scrunched up tightly and lips were slightly parted with each belly laugh.
Now, maybe itâs because Shinsou hasnât been laid since Monoma, his annoying needy ex, or maybe it was just because Kaminari was gorgeous, or maybe it was just his face as he laughed, but...well it
Now, maybe itâs because Shinsou hasnât been laid since Monoma, his annoying needy ex, or maybe it was just because Kaminari was gorgeous, or maybe it was just his face as he laughed, but...well it
was definitely the laughing face. That made Shinsou think about what Kaminari would like when he climaxed.
Would his mouth stay open just slightly? Would he scrunch his eyes closed like that? Would he throw his head back and moan Shinsouâs name when he came on his cock?
Would his mouth stay open just slightly? Would he scrunch his eyes closed like that? Would he throw his head back and moan Shinsouâs name when he came on his cock?
âSo, because Iâm an attention whore and survive on validation and spite, Iâm going to read an excerpt from my latest novel that may or may not ever see the light of day,â Kaminari joked.
âLike, sixty-five percent of your grade is telling me how talented I am and how well my books are gonna sell, so lay it on thick!â
Shinsou started to zone out when Kaminari began reading, but as he felt more comfortable with reading to the class, his voice dropped, becoming
Shinsou started to zone out when Kaminari began reading, but as he felt more comfortable with reading to the class, his voice dropped, becoming
deeper, smoother. Little lilting hitches of breath when he would get to an emotional scene had Shinsouâs blood thrumming loudly in his ears.
âOh, yeah, forgot to mention, I kinda, maybe, definitely write those trashy ass romance novels you find in airports, so, sex scene incoming!â
And that was the beginning of the end for Shinsou.
And that was the beginning of the end for Shinsou.
He closed his eyes and listened intently as Kaminari read a very graphic sex scene in his smooth voice. Shinsou imagined himself as the protagonist and Kaminari as the love interest. A long pleated skirt was bunched up around Kaminariâs waist as he was bent over a bar.
âNo,â Kaminari said breathlessly, âWhat if we get caught?â He continued reading.
Shinsouâs hand slid over his thigh, squeezing and kneading the muscle as it crept higher. He heard Kaminariâs words as his own.
Shinsouâs hand slid over his thigh, squeezing and kneading the muscle as it crept higher. He heard Kaminariâs words as his own.
âStephen gripped Tori by her shoulders, insisting passionately, âI donât care if we get caught. From the moment I saw you, I had to have you.ââ
His hand crept higher still, skirting around the hard-on rubbing uncomfortably against his zipper to unfasten his pants.
His hand crept higher still, skirting around the hard-on rubbing uncomfortably against his zipper to unfasten his pants.
Once his jeans were opened, he made sure his microphone was muted,before he ran his fingers along his twitching cock over his boxers. His body convulsed from the first touch and he was quite surprised at how much he had already begun to leak, the wet spot growing steadily larger
as Kaminari read.
The sound of his voice spurred Shinsou on and he dipped his hand into his boxers. He used the pads of his fingers to spread his precum along his length and gripped the base of his cock, sliding his hand up slowly, inhaling sharply.
The sound of his voice spurred Shinsou on and he dipped his hand into his boxers. He used the pads of his fingers to spread his precum along his length and gripped the base of his cock, sliding his hand up slowly, inhaling sharply.
Pleasure spread out from the middle of his stomach in white, hot waves, engulfing him completely. His head thumped back against his couch and his mind continued to conjure up the fantasy.
He knew Kaminari would be tight. He seemed like heâd be vocal in bed too, just as animated
He knew Kaminari would be tight. He seemed like heâd be vocal in bed too, just as animated
as he is while teaching, not holding back any sound that signaled his pleasure. He tightened the grip on his dick and worked his wrist faster, rocking his hips up to meet his hand. He focused his attention on the head of his cock, running the pad of his thumb over the smooth
skin until his body vibrated with the need to cum.
Kaminari began to pant as he read, âTori could no longer hold back. Her heavy bosom heaved with each breath and her knees gave out as Stephen continued to impale her on his thick, girthy, member. +
Kaminari began to pant as he read, âTori could no longer hold back. Her heavy bosom heaved with each breath and her knees gave out as Stephen continued to impale her on his thick, girthy, member. +
âOh Stephen,â she moaned. âRavish me!â She cried.â
Fuck. Fuck. This shit was so cheesy, but the way he moaned had Shinsouâs eyes falling shut and his toes curling. He bit down on his bottom lip. The lewd sounds of his slick cock
Fuck. Fuck. This shit was so cheesy, but the way he moaned had Shinsouâs eyes falling shut and his toes curling. He bit down on his bottom lip. The lewd sounds of his slick cock
squelching wetly in his fist and the long drawn out sound of ToriâKaminariâclimaxing, pushed him over the edge. His hips stuttered and his body shook with each spurt of cum that landed mostly on his computer screen. Directly onto Kaminariâs face.
âOh my god,â Shinsou groaned. His cock gave a sharp twitch as he briefly thought about how Kaminari would look on his knees with Shinsouâs cum on his glasses, his lips, his cheekâŠ
âSo! Let the praise begin,â Kaminari clapped his hands and waited.
âSo! Let the praise begin,â Kaminari clapped his hands and waited.
âUh,â Izuku started, âI wasnât expecting a lengthy sex scene, but the imagery was quite pleasant?â
Shinsou unmuted his microphone and in a raspy, blissed out voice, added, âYour prose was beautiful. The way you wrote Toriâs mounting desire was enough to make any house wife +
Shinsou unmuted his microphone and in a raspy, blissed out voice, added, âYour prose was beautiful. The way you wrote Toriâs mounting desire was enough to make any house wife +
"(or horny 20-something college student who hasnât been laid in months) feel as if sheâs experiencing Stephen taking her from behind. I really enjoyed hearing you read and I hope we can hear more from you this semester.â He pulled his shirt over his head and used it to clean his
computer screen, just in time to see a light blush settle on Kaminariâs cheeks.
His professor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiled brightly. âThank you, Hitoshi. I wasnât sure if you were still with us since you disappeared as soon as you were able.â
His professor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiled brightly. âThank you, Hitoshi. I wasnât sure if you were still with us since you disappeared as soon as you were able.â
He giggled softly. âUh, donât forget, next week Iâd like for you guys to have a list of your favorite tropes in literature, yes fanfic does count! And weâll discuss next time we meet. Bye!â Kaminari waved, bracelets jingling and a smile lighting up his face,
before he disconnected the video.
Shinsou stared down at his sticky shirt and half-hard cock and thought that maybe online classes wouldnât be so bad after all.
***
Shinsou stared down at his sticky shirt and half-hard cock and thought that maybe online classes wouldnât be so bad after all.
***
âAlright class!â Kaminari clapped his hands together. âDid anyone finish their assignment, or do we all need to suffer through another dramatic reading of âThe Tide Withinâ? Itâs a working title, donât laugh.â
He squinted and then laughed loudly. âNo, no more sex scenes, Izuku.â
Shinsou started the class with his microphone muted and camera off, but when the professor asked about the assignment and was met with the sound of virtual crickets, he decided to participate.
Shinsou started the class with his microphone muted and camera off, but when the professor asked about the assignment and was met with the sound of virtual crickets, he decided to participate.
âGood afternoon Professor. One of my favorite tropes in literature is enemies to lovers.â
Kaminari hummed appreciatively, nodding his head slightly. He looked downright adorable today and the mere sight of him had Shinsou internally groaning as his cock gave a feeble twitch.
Kaminari hummed appreciatively, nodding his head slightly. He looked downright adorable today and the mere sight of him had Shinsou internally groaning as his cock gave a feeble twitch.
âCan you give me an example of one of your favorite stories or literary works that features that trope, Hitoshi?â
Shinsou definitely could, but the sound of his given name being said so easily without Kaminari having to look at the class roster has him kind of, sort of,
Shinsou definitely could, but the sound of his given name being said so easily without Kaminari having to look at the class roster has him kind of, sort of,
stuck on stupid.
Kaminariâs eyebrows furrowed together and he leaned in, waving his hand in front of the computer. âHello? Hitoshi? Man, I donât know where you live, but your internet is slower than molasses in winter.â
Kaminariâs eyebrows furrowed together and he leaned in, waving his hand in front of the computer. âHello? Hitoshi? Man, I donât know where you live, but your internet is slower than molasses in winter.â
A loud ding and a red notification in the right hand corner alerted Shinsou to a private chat.
Kaminari: Hey! Whenever your internet comes back up, Iâd love to hear your favorite story or literary work that features that trope, Hitoshi. :)
Kaminari: Hey! Whenever your internet comes back up, Iâd love to hear your favorite story or literary work that features that trope, Hitoshi. :)
His brain came back online shortly after and he unmuted his microphone to respond. âSorry about the connection, Professor Kaminari. Itâs spotty at best.â
The professor smiled and waved his hand in front of the computer. The same silver bracelets from last week jangled as he
The professor smiled and waved his hand in front of the computer. The same silver bracelets from last week jangled as he
moved. His hair was thrown up in a high ponytail that was meant to be sloppy, but had a quality that led Shinsou to believe it was styled that way. Kaminari tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear and shrugged his shoulders. âSome things canât be helped.â
God he was so fucking cute. A thin choker was around his neck and a soft yellow sweater, also several sizes too big for him, kept slipping from his shoulder and he stopped trying to pull it up a few minutes ago. Thank the gods for that
because there was a tiny geometric, watercolor tattoo of a hummingbird that was on full display. He had one leg pulled up onto his chair and was resting his forearm on his black legging clad knee as he stared at Shinsou.
Well, really the entire class, but it definitely felt as if he was only staring at Shinsou.
Izukuâs voice crackled through the speakers, âUh professor? Are you also having connectivity issues?â
Kaminari startled, jumping just a bit in his chair. A sheepish grin fell across
Izukuâs voice crackled through the speakers, âUh professor? Are you also having connectivity issues?â
Kaminari startled, jumping just a bit in his chair. A sheepish grin fell across
his face along with a hint of a flush.
âSorry guys! I have a tendency to space out. But! Anyone else want to share their favorite tropes?â
While the class discussed plot devices and tropes that have been around since the dawn of creative writing, Shinsou had nothing to add to
âSorry guys! I have a tendency to space out. But! Anyone else want to share their favorite tropes?â
While the class discussed plot devices and tropes that have been around since the dawn of creative writing, Shinsou had nothing to add to
the conversation. Instead, he focused solely on Kaminari; how he moved, the way his hair fell across his face no matter how many times he swept it aside, and the way his face would light up when a student mentioned a book or work of fiction that he also enjoyed.
Soon, thoughts of his professorâs body next to his as they read in bed flooded his mind. Shinsou had always been an avid reader and one of the things he truly desired was a partner that shared his same interests. He pictured them reading Bronte together and Fitzgerald.
He saw them discussing the question Holden asked, âwhere do the ducks go?â. And as Kaminari admitted that he reads and values fanfiction in the same way one would King, Koontz, and LâEngle, Shinsouâs mind began to wander. What was an innocent fantasy became
one filled with snapshots of his Professor being more than willing to explore kinks, citing various fanfic authors he enjoyed.
Shinsou might have felt shame or embarrassment at the fact that his hand was on his cock again, palming it to life as images of Professor Kaminari
Shinsou might have felt shame or embarrassment at the fact that his hand was on his cock again, palming it to life as images of Professor Kaminari
in a cute little maid outfit...with cat ears...danced in his minds eye. However, as he watched Kaminari speak in an animated fashion, it fueled his fantasies and shame and embarrassment were nowhere to be found. The problem was that Shinsou was already in his work uniform.
He wore black slacks and a black button down and he couldnât risk getting his clothes covered in his cum, so instead of /not/ jerking it to the Professor for the second week in a row, he did the next big thingâshimmied his pants and boxers down to his knees and held the hem of
his shirt between his teeth after having spit in the palm of his hand.
He didnât rush into it, not by any means. He ran the tip of his finger along the length of his cock, shuddering softly as pleasure sparked to life in his veins.
He didnât rush into it, not by any means. He ran the tip of his finger along the length of his cock, shuddering softly as pleasure sparked to life in his veins.
He kept his fist tight enough to where he felt friction, but loose enough to where his hips would rut up desperately of their own accord. He bit down, rather hard, on his shirt, barely stifling a moan when Kaminari began to talk about,
âPorn without plot! Thatâs my favorite trope.â The blond wiggled his eyebrows in an over exaggerated display. He squinted at the chat and giggled, âOne of my favorites? Donât judge me guys, okay? ButâŠâ he trailed off and hid his face behind his hands to mumble,
âI really love student/teacher.â
Shinsouâs fist tightened around his cock and he sucked in a sharp inhale of breath. His hand slid up to his cockhead and he pumped his wrist a few times, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he imagined Kaminariâs tight ass
Shinsouâs fist tightened around his cock and he sucked in a sharp inhale of breath. His hand slid up to his cockhead and he pumped his wrist a few times, eyes squeezed shut tightly as he imagined Kaminariâs tight ass
struggling to stretch open to accommodate his wide head. When he slid his hand back down to the base of his cock, he was so lost in the fantasy of bending his Professor over any surface, that he didnât bother to quiet his grunt. Had he, he wouldnât have missed Tenya asking,
âDid anyone hear that?â
Chasing his pleasure, sprinting towards was release was his only objective and as he drove his hips up at a steady base to fuck his fist, he gave himself over to the goal completely and gasped out, âAhh fuck. Professorâjust like that.â
Chasing his pleasure, sprinting towards was release was his only objective and as he drove his hips up at a steady base to fuck his fist, he gave himself over to the goal completely and gasped out, âAhh fuck. Professorâjust like that.â
âIs someoneââ
âDude, Iâm pretty sure someone is jerking it in the middle of class!â
Professor Kaminari cleared his throat loudly, startling Shinsou. âI love creative writing as much as the next person, but it seems one of us loves it a little bit more,â he laughed awkwardly.
âDude, Iâm pretty sure someone is jerking it in the middle of class!â
Professor Kaminari cleared his throat loudly, startling Shinsou. âI love creative writing as much as the next person, but it seems one of us loves it a little bit more,â he laughed awkwardly.
Shinsouâs eyebrows scrunched together in confusion until the little red bubble appeared.
Kaminari: Please stick around after class.
Kaminari: And mute your microphone.
Shinsouâs dick had never gone soft as quickly as it did in that instant.
Kaminari: Please stick around after class.
Kaminari: And mute your microphone.
Shinsouâs dick had never gone soft as quickly as it did in that instant.
/No. No. Ohnoohnoohnoohno. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK./
He wanted to bolt, wanted to make up an excuse about having to work early, but if he did, he knew he would out himself as the one that was getting off during class.
/Fuck me./
He wanted to bolt, wanted to make up an excuse about having to work early, but if he did, he knew he would out himself as the one that was getting off during class.
/Fuck me./
He redressed and spent the last thirty minutes of class willing Kaminari to forget about this. For a while it seemed as if he did, saying goodbye to each student individually. HoweverâŠ
âHitoshi? Please stick around a few minutes, Iâd like to speak with you.â
âHitoshi? Please stick around a few minutes, Iâd like to speak with you.â
Cue Izuku, âIs everything okay Professor?â
Shinsou unmuted his microphone to snap, âYour name isnât Hitoshi, is it?â
Izuku started his video and as he came into view a sly, knowing grin rested on his face.
Shinsou unmuted his microphone to snap, âYour name isnât Hitoshi, is it?â
Izuku started his video and as he came into view a sly, knowing grin rested on his face.
âIâm just checking to make sure the Professor is fine. Wouldnât you do the same after something like today, Shinsou?â He tilted his head to the side, his smile widening even more.
Luckily, Professor Kaminari stopped his video and had muted
Luckily, Professor Kaminari stopped his video and had muted
his microphone so he (hopefully) didnât see Shinsou flip off Izuku. The video resumed and Kaminari appeared on screen, his face slightly reddened, and Shinsou felt like the absolute fucking worse.
âIzuku, class is dismissed. If thereâs anything you would like to discuss, please feel free to email me.â
Izuku chirped out a cheerful goodbye to the Professor and smirked his goodbye at Shinsou before he ended the video. As soon as he left, Shinsou began to stammer,
Izuku chirped out a cheerful goodbye to the Professor and smirked his goodbye at Shinsou before he ended the video. As soon as he left, Shinsou began to stammer,
âI-I can explain. Well, maybe not. Itâs not a good explanation. Thereâs no excuse for what I did. Fuck. Iâm so sorry. Iâm a semester away from being able to transfer andâandââ
Kaminariâs voice sounded timid when he asked, âWhat was it?â
Kaminariâs voice sounded timid when he asked, âWhat was it?â
âWhat?â Shinsou stared, wide eyed and confused at his Professor.
âWhat was it that you got all,â Kaminari gestured, opting to not finish his sentence.
Shinsou scratched at the back of his neck, shrugging in a manner that was meant to be nonchalant and he really
âWhat was it that you got all,â Kaminari gestured, opting to not finish his sentence.
Shinsou scratched at the back of his neck, shrugging in a manner that was meant to be nonchalant and he really
hoped the heat in his cheeks didnât give away his nervousness. âThe first time?â His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he realized the second largest mistake heâs made today.
Kaminari inhaled slowly and practically whispered, âThe /first/time?â
Kaminari inhaled slowly and practically whispered, âThe /first/time?â
Shinsou scrubbed a hand down his face and muttered, âIâm sorry. Iâll drop the class and add a different section.â
âOr,â Kaminari started softly, âYou can follow my instructions explicitly and if you do well, it might just influence your grade.â
âOr,â Kaminari started softly, âYou can follow my instructions explicitly and if you do well, it might just influence your grade.â
Shinsouâs cock gave an interested little twitch. He arched an eyebrow and decided to test the waters. âWhat are your instructions, /Professor/?â
âI want to watch you.â Kaminari held his bottom lip between his teeth. âDo it slowly.â
âI want to watch you.â Kaminari held his bottom lip between his teeth. âDo it slowly.â
âThereâs no fucking way this is happeningâ, is what Shinsou would have thought had the blood not rushed back between his legs. He scrambled to pull his cock out of his pants, not giving a single, solitary fuck about possibly messing up his work pants, and began to stroke his cock
with slow, calculated motions.
âAngle your computer screen so I can see all of you,â Kaminari dictated.
Shinsou rushed to comply, tilting his screen forward so the main focus was on his abs and the thick cock throbbing in his hand.
âAngle your computer screen so I can see all of you,â Kaminari dictated.
Shinsou rushed to comply, tilting his screen forward so the main focus was on his abs and the thick cock throbbing in his hand.
âFuck, I knew you would be big,â Kaminari sighed happily.
Shinsouâs hand stuttered as he moaned, âYou thought about me?â
Kaminari snapped, âI didnât say you could speak.â
Shinsouâs hand stuttered as he moaned, âYou thought about me?â
Kaminari snapped, âI didnât say you could speak.â
Something about the sound of authority in his tone had Shinsouâs toes curling and his hand sliding faster over his cock. He closed his eyes and allowed his head to thump back against his couch as he worked his palm up and down, twisting his hand slightly as it crested over his
head.
âTell me what youâd do to me,â Kaminari gasped. âPlease?â
Shinsou cracked an eye open to see Kaminariâs hand sliding over the bulge in his leggings. The knowledge that his professor was just as turned on as he was
âTell me what youâd do to me,â Kaminari gasped. âPlease?â
Shinsou cracked an eye open to see Kaminariâs hand sliding over the bulge in his leggings. The knowledge that his professor was just as turned on as he was
had Shinsou pulling his hand away from his cock, gripping his thigh tightly as it pulsed against his stomach.
âDesk,â Shinsou panted, âIâd-Iâd bend you over the desk and eat you out until you were begging for me to fill you.â
âDesk,â Shinsou panted, âIâd-Iâd bend you over the desk and eat you out until you were begging for me to fill you.â
Kaminari bit down on his bottom lip and pushed a hand in his pants to pull out his cock. The sight of it made Shinsou whine.
Literally.
Literally.
His length was equally impressive as his girth, and the head was flushed a delectably enticing red. But the coup de grĂące? The goddamn jacobâs ladder. And maybe Shinsou fell a little in love when Kaminari giggled,
âBold of you to assume Iâm a bottom, Hitoshi.â