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“I'm sorry.” Chuuya mumbled softly through the thin air, looking down as if he was dissecting the floor.
Dazai was sick.
But how couldn't he take advantage of a precious moment like this?
The ceiling lights buzzed with a soft hum–shining down on the two. It was already past school hours. It was just them. “Now Chuuya, we can't have you fail, can we?” he said so mockingly, squeezing a shudder through the ginger.
“Please, I'll do anything–! I really need this.” he pleaded–fuck. Wasn't this enjoyable?
“Anything?” Chuuya was so naive.
And this was wrong.
And a teacher should never do this to a dear student.
but–
“Yes.”
Anything.
The temptation itched–”Okay then.” he patted his lap. “You can take a seat.”
The disgust melted into Chuuya's face as a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. This would be seriously comical if it wasn't for the hardening bulge in his boxers right now.
"Cmon puppy~"
Hesitantly, Chuuya approached the man and straddled his lap. Something hard poked his bottom and god--it better not be what he thinks it is.
"Hump my thigh." He looked so damn sly all the damn time. "Don't be shy, you want that good grade, don't you pup?"
God, he was so hard right now.
And this kid was taking forever.
Lifting his legs up, Chuuya's hands were on his shoulders as he sat between his legs.
Slowly, Chuuya grinded down--he was so fragile. So easy to break. So perfect.
Dazai had been eyeing him for a while now. The way his pants hugged his ass so perfectly, the boy had to have been asking for it.
Asking, begging to be fucked.
Chuuya bit down on his lip as he grinded-- hiding a moan. This slut was enjoying this.
"Ah ah ah puppy. Let me hear you loud and clear." Chuuya responded with a loud, fifthly moan that echoed through the empty classroom. 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.
"Y-yes sensei!" As he humped Dazai's leg faster, harder, sluttier.
A wet spot had already developed on the brunet's pant leg.
And it wasn't long before dazai could feel himself approaching his climax.
"Just like that. Such a slut for me, huh?" He groaned as he tilted his head back, coming untouched.
Heavy breathing came from both of them, interrupting the moment.
this would not be the last time this happened between them--and dazai would make sure of it.
"Such a good boy, pleasuring your master like that."
Slowly, Chuuya crawled off of his lap--a tent forming in his pants.
He was so innocent.
But God, did dazai want to strip that purity away. To force him to swallow his come and paint his insides with white. To make him his and his only.