-"Is it true you give extra credit for blowjobs?" Atsushi asked a little too quickly once the classroom was empty, clutching his binder tightly and blushing. Dazai-sensei couldn't look at his whitehaired student without laughing. When he calmed, a small smirk played upon his lips.
"Do you even know what a blowjob is?" He blushed deeper, shaking his head,
"I-I know it's a s-sex thing," he offered shyly, clearly embarrassed. Dazai sat back at his desk with his head resting on his hands. He leaned forward, watching the boy intensely; he liked how he trembled in front of the chalkboard. This was an interesting topic, and he was certainly amused.
"You don't even need extra credit for my class, why are you asking?"
"I don't have a perfect score in your class, so I need the extra credit," he held back a shudder as Dazai licked his lips,
"Bullshit. I can see your grades for all of your classes; you don't try nearly as hard in them. I think you just want to suck my dick." Atsushi blushed deeper, chewing his lip for a moment before responding,
"That's not true. I'm working on bringing my grades up in all of my classes in any way I can," he insisted, loosening his grip on his binder. It was like Dazai-sensei could see right through him, like he could smell his anxiety.
"Did you ask your other teachers about this? What about Chuuya? Or Ranpo?" He was being teased for sure.
"Y-You're the first person I've asked," He said quietly, "s-so do you?" Dazai-sensei shook his head, intentionally lowering his voice just enough to make the boy squirm, but not enough for him to know why,
"Who told you it was an option?" He didn't notice earlier that Atsushi had shifted; he was now holding his binder in front of his pants. How could he have missed something so crucial?
"Answer me. It is important for me to know if someone is spreading rumors like that." The whitehaired boy looked conflicted for a moment before answering,
"I overheard a conversation in the locker room," He said, his voice barely above a whisper,
"Do you know who?" He shook his head,
"Not for sure." Dazai-sensei sighed. This wasn't a fun direction, time for a change.
"I don't fuck prostitutes." Atsushi deflated; he looked disappointed. So that was what this was about.
"I will, however, fuck you for fun if you can keep it a secret; but if you truly only wanted extra credit," the brunette pointed to a file holder labeled "extra credit" on the other side of the room, "I've had that up since the beginning of the school year, At-su-shi-kun~" the whitehaired boy blushed deeper; he was so embarrassed.
"D-Do you offer that to all of your students? Th-the first thing, I-I mean," Dazai straightened up in his seat,
"Come here." Atsushi walked closer, letting Dazai take his hand and lead him behind his desk before bringing him down to his knees,
"This offer is only for you. If you want to give me a blow job, you can. If you want me to fuck your brains out afterwards, I will; but not for extra credit, or regular credit either. What you do or don't do won't affect my opinion of you as your teacher or you grades. Whatever happens is our secret, just like this conversation." Atsushi nodded before shyly reaching forward and unbuttoning Dazai's pants. The brunette watched with the same smirk on his face; he knew this was going to be interesting, but his clothes were getting in the way.
"Since you're choosing this route, would you mind stripping for me?" Atsushi involuntarily gasped at the idea, jumping slightly as if he were startled by the question. It wasn't the request that affected him, so much as the tone; Dazai-sensei has used his teacher voice to ask for it. Atsushi started unbuttoning his shirt, glancing anxiously at the door,
"No one's going to walk in, if that's what you're concerned about," the brunette picked up his phone, showing Atsushi a live feed of the empty school, "we're the only two people in this building." The whitehaired boy stood up, stripping off his clothes until he was completely naked in front of the older man. He chewed on his bottom lip, shivering in the cold air while Dazai looked him over. He knelt down once again in front of his teacher, gently pulling his cock out from his pants and boxers.. or maybe briefs? He couldn't tell from just the waistband and front.
Atsushi stroked it a few times, shocked by the size. How would that fit in his mouth, and inside of other places? He squirmed, rubbing his thighs together as he shyly licked the head. He was honestly clueless when it came to stuff like this. Dazai-sensei gently placed a hand on top of Atsushi's head,
"Put it in your mouth and suck. Watch the teeth." Atsushi followed his instructions carefully, sucking gently on the head. He took it as a praise when Dazai-sensei's fingers began to tangle his hair,
"Now try to take in more, move your head up and down on it," he relaxed his jaw, taking it in until it hit his throat before moving his head away. He repeated the action over and over again with no set rhythm until he could perform it easily, forming a decent pace after that.
"Yes, just like that. Good boy~" he praised, making eye contact with the younger male. Atsushi closed his eyes out of embarrassment; he couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He began to stroke whatever couldn't fit inside of his mouth, his free hand reaching behind his legs. He had never done anything like this before, but he wanted an idea of what it would feel like to have Dazai-sensei inside of him. Atsushi angled his hips forward and slowly pushed a single finger inside of himself; it didn't hurt, but it felt strange inside. He couldn't describe it. It burned, but in a good way.
He wiggled the finger inside of him until he could fit a second, choking around Dazai's dick after losing his focus for a few seconds too long. The second finger hurt; he could feel himself tearing. Tears pricked up at the corners of his eyes as questions flooded his mind, mostly: would it hurt? He opened his eyes and Dazai-sensei was still watching.
"Take a deep breath through your nose and relax. Move your fingers slower too, but make longer movements," he followed the instructions flawlessly, but he with any intense pleasure, or even the pain anymore; he hardly noticed it at all. He decided to focus on his teacher; Dazai-sensei held his attention for the moment, and he was desperate to keep Dazai-sensei's attention as well. Without realizing it, he adjusted. He couldn't help but moan around his teacher's erection, some drool sliding out the sides of his mouth.
"Good, now speed up." He began moving the fingers inside of him faster, as well as his mouth and the hand around the brunette's cock. The fingers were buried deep inside of him, but not deep enough. He added a third and rocked his hips against them, frantically trying to get them in deeper.
"Atsushi," Dazai-sensei said, trying to get his attention. He was too close to listen by now. He kept moaning around the cock in front of him, eventually too lost in the sensations to focus on anything. Dazai-sensei tightened his grip in the boy's hair to grab his attention; the younger male moaned louder, looking up at the brunette. Dazai-sensei was only a few years older than him, but he looked so much older with that serious expression.
"Atsushi, stop." He froze, his eyes wide open with shock for a few seconds before letting Dazai's erection out of his mouth with a quiet "pop," his hand resting on the older man's thigh. His hips stilled as he carefully removed his fingers; he didn't understand, did he do something wrong? He really didn't want this to end. Dazai took a moment to cup his jaw, gently running his thumb along his bruised lower lip. He was drinking in his student's desperation.
"Would you like to ride me?" He blushed deeply, nodding despite not quite knowing what that was,
"Get into my lap," Atsushi crawled up carefully, red painting his body. Dazai kept eye contact as he slowly slid Atsushi down onto his erection, holding him by the hips. The whitehaired boy let out a long, loud moan, arching slightly as it entered him; he hadn't expected it to feel this good.
He wanted to bounce on it as soon as it had completely entered him, but Dazai kept him still on it with one hand. He didn't have time to wonder where the other hand went before it was fondling his erection, the palm firmly rubbing slow circles around the head.
Atsushi wouldn't be able to last like this. He lost all sense of his surroundings; he couldn't even hear himself. His vision went white and he felt himself tightening around his teacher. His mouth was open and he was trembling. He felt a tongue and lips on his neck; gosh he could have cum from that alone. It was so hard to resist,
"Cum for me, Atsushi," He shivered as the orgasm took hold, his body spasming as each wave of pleasure hit him hard. Dazai leaned back to watch, keeping his pace as his student came. It was magnificent; he had never seen anyone react this well to so little before. He couldn't let this be a one-time thing, especially when Atsushi came this intensely. Dazai began thrusting in and out of the boy but still held him in place; he was his new favorite test subject, that was for sure.
Atsushi was on autopilot by this point; he wasn't sure what he was saying besides "Please!" "Sensei~!!" "Too much!" And "Dazai~!!!" He was desperately trying to push back against Dazai-sensei's erection as it pushed and pulled inside of him in all the right ways, and was getting visibly frustrated with his inability to do so. He balled his hands around fistfuls of Dazai's shirt as he trembled in place. He felt teeth nibbling up his jaw to his ear,
"You look so pretty like this~ maybe I should take you home and fuck you like this every night," Atsushi moaned especially loud at the suggestion, his legs twitching around Dazai's waist.
"I wonder how kinky you could get. Would you let me tie you up with a vibrator up your ass for hours at a time?" Atsushi thrust his hips upward, a string of "yes yes yes~!" Leaving his lips, his body taking on a whole new shade of red. This felt so good, and he loved the dirty talk.
"That would be fun to watch. You wouldn't even know I'm there. I bet you would be screaming my name the entire time and rutting against the air," Atsushi collapsed onto Dazai's chest, panting heavily as his orgasm slowly ended. He rested his head on Dazai's shoulder as the older man kissed his cheek chastely. Dazai kept his pace, deciding to move Atsushi up and down in time with it. The whitehaired boy was overly sensitive after that; each movement was too much for him to handle.
"Try to last a bit longer this next time, Atsushi, or I'll have to take you home tonight and teach you how," he gasped as Dazai-sensei moved his hands to his ass, groping it as he continued to push and pull him up and down on his dick.
"Pl-Please, nngh~! it's too ahh~!! Much~!" Dazai nipped at his ear, making the boy arch,
"It'll be like this every time you sleep with me~" Atsushi whined, "I'll fuck you so often, you won't feel comfortable when you're not stuffed full of my cum. You'll get so used to cumming on my dick, you won't be able to cum empty," Atsushi struggled to sit up between his fragile state and the angle Dazai-sensei was holding him at,
"I-Is tha-ahh~!t even possible?" He whimpered when he saw Dazai-sensei's smirk, fear and excitement filling his body from the tip of his curling toes to the top of his pretty little head,
"Let's do an experiment~" Dazai kissed him deeply, pushing the younger male onto his desk. He felt Atsushi tighten around him as he lifted the boy's legs over his shoulders. He paused for a moment, kissing the boy's calf gently. Atsushi gasped softly, thrown off by the sudden change of pace; Sensei was so sweet. He squirmed in place underneath his teacher. Dazai pulled out until only the head was inside before quickly slamming into him to the base. Atsushi was lost in pleasure, even with this slow pace. He couldn't keep track of what was happening besides the pleasure. He could feel fingers digging into his thighs and lips against his; cloth rubbing against his calves. Then his hands tugging at Dazai's clothes, kisses down his chest. Teeth against his neck; oh gosh he wanted to be covered in bruises after this. Though, nothing could have compared to what he felt next.
He had expected to be filled with Dazai's cum after the dirty talk. He had expected to be covered in kisses. He had expected to feel a burn in his legs from all the stretching their current position required for a kiss. But this was so much better than he expected.
Atsushi was hot and sweaty in all the right ways, and covered in his own hot cum; Dazai was licking it off of his neck, keeping his pace with ease as Atsushi laid under him, panting. His legs didn't burn from the stretch, but from Dazai's grip getting tighter and tighter around his thighs. There wasn't a kiss as Dazai came inside of him either, but that meant he was rewarded with a deep, sexy groan near his ear as Dazai filled him up. What he hadn't expected was for it to feel so thick and hot inside him. He had half a mind to wonder how he ever lived comfortably without it and the brunette inside him; he was already addicted.
"D-Dazai-sensei, c-could this be a r-regular thing?" He panted our shyly, trying to to squirm with his teacher inside him to the hilt. The older man reached his hand down between them and began stroking Atsushi's soft and hypersensitive cock, his response almost drowned out by Atsushi's loud, whiny moans protesting the overstimulation,
"That's cute. You think I'm going to let this be a one night stand?" He placed a kiss on Atsushi's forehead,
"You're not getting rid of me that easily, At-su-shi-kun~"