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Kakyoin hated school, even as an honor roll student. The pressure from his parents to get ‘better’ grades was unbearable at the least of times.
There as one class he adored, Biology.
Kakyoin wasn’t one to particularly enjoy science but it was his teacher, Mr. Kujo, that made the class his favorite.
Mr. Kujo was a cold, stoic teacher, never letting anyone figure out anything about his past. He was a complete mystery, always seemingly angry at a student for one reason or another.
But the way he lit up and got so passionate when talking about his favorite biology topics made Kakyoin feel so happy.
He shouldn’t feel the way he does about his teacher,
He really shouldn't.
But he’s a horny teen who has never been in a relationship before.
He can’t help but let his mind wander in Mr. Kujos class,
And it’s not like this is bad, right? It’s not like everything he want s can happen so it's fine.
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Mr. Kujo had asked kakyoin to stay after class to discuss his test results, his nerves were through the roof…
if he did bad enough for Mr. Kujo to need him to stay after class then what would his parents do to him?
He waited nervously for his end of day class to finish, fidgeting in his seat and anxiously keeping his eyes on the clock.
The bell rang and Kakyoin sighed, relieved he could finally get this over with…he wouldn’t dare voice his thoughts on being alone with Mr. Kujo, that would be crude, and not very…legal.
Kakyoin knocks nervously at Mr. Kujos office door,
“Come in.”
The usual cold voice says.
He opens the door, slowly, closing it behind him when he takes a step into the room.
Kakyoin can’t help but notice the smell of whiskey.
“Take a seat, Noriaki.”
Oh, Mr. Kujo never used his first name, by that alone Kakyoin could tell he was getting hard.
He awkwardly takes the seat next to his teacher. He’s shuffling through some papers before bullying out Kakyoin's test and moving the rest of the papers back to the side.
Kakyoin sits, waiting for whatever his teacher has to say about his quiz, biting at his lip. He keeps his hands in his lap, clasped together firmly in an attempt to hide his erection.
“So Noriaki, you're here for me to talk about your test. Its nothing bad don;t worry”
His words seem softer than usual and Kayoin lets out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. Much more relaxed.
Kakyoin nods along as Jotaro goes through his test, pointing out how he got the best grade in the class, bringing up the average significantly.
“Noriaki, with these grades you could get into any college or university with a scholarship.”
Mr. Kujo seems so passionate about how he’s talking but kakyoin can barely get his mind to work as Kujos hand is moved to rest on his thigh, dangerously close to his cock.
Kujo is going on and on and Kakyoin can’t help the blush on his cheeks or the fact his breath is coming out in short pants.
He’s praying his teacher doesn’t notice.
It’s oh so obvious and part of kakyoin doesn't mind, hoping Mr. Kujo picks up and ‘helps’ him with this.
“Noriaki, are you alright? Your flushed”
Kujo presses the back of his hand to Kakyoins forehead, checking his temperature.
Kakyoin whimpers, a pathetic sound his teacher should have never heard, but he does, Kujo hears it more than well.
Everything comes crashing down when Kujo puts his lips to Kakyoins, kissing him so deeply it hits him just right.
It messy and Kakyoin can tell he’s drooling.
That was his first kiss, he wants Kujo to have all of his firsts.
His teacher pulls away with a hum, Kakyoin whines, wanting more.
“Fuck Noriaki-”
He’s cut off by kakyoin kissing him again, much shorter and clearly embarrassed realizing this isnt right.
“I- im sorry…you have a wife and kid…your way older and- and im a minor. This is so so so wrong..ill go”
Kakyoin says, his voice shaky…this was illegal so so so wrong.
He stands up but Kujo quickly grabs him by the arms, pulling him down to his knees.
Kakyoin looks up at him, he doesn’t want this anymore, he never really wanted this but Kujo has other plans.
Kujo grabs him by the hair, forcing him to keep looking at him, far stronger than the student.
“You fucking slut,” Kujo spits his words, each one emphasized, clearly he’s pissed at Kakyoin, “You sit an ogle me all goddamn class but won’t even finish what you started? I’ll have to just take it if you won't cooperate baby.”
The petname made Kakyoins stomach twist, those weren’t words he should be hearing. He tried to get up, to move away, but he couldn’t move.
Kujos legs are spread wide as usual, kakyoin kneeling between his legs, head right by his knees.
Kujo pulled Kakyoins face right up to his crotch, looking down at him with a grin. And undoing the zipper to his shiny faux snakeskin pants.
Kakyoins breath quickens, nearly panting, fear struck his body.
He shouldn't have wanted this in the first place…this was his fault, wasn’t it?
Kujo groans as he pulls his cock out, and Kakyoin whimpers…Kujo seems dead set on finishing this, unsure how far he'll actually go, the possibility of all the way terrifying him.
“Come on baby~ open up, be a good boy”
Kujo tries to sweet talk him, it falls on deaf ears as Kakyoin keeps his mouth firmly shut, looking up at Kujo with furrowed eyebrows.
Kujo could die happy right then and there, he knows it wasn’t intended but Kakyoin looked oh so pretty like that, so beautiful without even trying.
Kakyoin was such a good student, Kujo couldn’t keep his eyes (or hands) off of him, the kiss only got the ball rolling.
He strokes himself a few times, already half hard. God it had been a while..especially since his divorce, and at this point prostitutes weren’t cutting it anymore.
He grabs Kakyoin by the hair, forcing his head up to his cock.
Kakyoin realizes he can’t take Kujo in a fight, he’s much weaker than him.
If Kakyoin is somewhat compliant this will be done faster.
He cuts his loses and opens his mouth, taking in the tip of Kujos dick.
he tries to hold back a gag as he’s forced deeper onto it, nearly hitting the back of his throat. It hurts and he's tearing up. He had no experience and he was praying his teeth didn\t hit Kujos dick.
He looks up at his teacher through half lidded eyes, clearly Kujo was enjoying this, his head was back and he was holding back groans through biting his lip.
Kujo notices Kakyoin staring and he grabs his head once more, forcing him to take each inch of his cock painfully fast, before pulling him off just as quickly.
Kakyoin is finally able to breathe, panting ragged breaths and his head is spinning. He wipes the spit and…other fluid away from his mouth and looks back up at Kujo, he hadn’t cum but he still hoped that Kujo would think that was enough.
“Fuck baby that was good, so good. See you can put that mouth to use when you want to. Now Nori don’t think i'm done with you yet~”
Kujo pulls Kakyoin up onto his lap, he doesn’t fight it but he sure as hell won't make it much easier. It was uncomfortable to say the least, the small office chair was cramped with just Kujo sitting but trying to fit two people on it was a pain.
Kakyoin was nearly shivering, Kujo was going to take this all the way and Kakyoin couldn’t even open his mouth to protest. He couldn’t yell for help, he couldn’t say no, he couldn’t do anything as his teacher had his way with him. He moved his body and Kakyoin just felt out of it.
He doesn’t notice when his usual school uniform shirt was on the floor, tossed haphazardly into a pile next to the desk. He doesn’t notice when Kujo is playing with his chest, leaving deep purple marks. He doesn’t notice as his pants and underwear are finally taken off and added to the growing pile.
He’s only snapped back into reality as Kujo grabs his dick, he rubs his thumb in painfully slow circles on his tip, he doesn’t want this, he doesn’t like this but he’s growing hard.
“Fucking new you wanted this”
Kujo says quietly, loud enough that Kakyoin can still hear it and he feels gross, disgusted at himself.
Kakyoin whimpers, there's an innate feeling to fight, claw and tooth for at the very least his dignity, but at the same time he wants to go belly up and let Kujo do whatever he wants to him.
It's a constant back and forth in his already struggling mind, he leans forward, head pressed into the crook of Kujos neck. It is comforting, being this close to someone he can almost forget who it is.
He makes a final effort, biting hard into the others shoulder, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. Kujo yells, the public location didn;t mean anything when it was far past closing time, no one would hear it. Kakyoin is pushed off of him, falling to the floor with a thud.
He shuffles backwards, hitting the wall with the large chalkboard on it as Kujo stands up. The height difference can be scary at times but with Kakyoin on the floor it's frightening. Blood drips from the bite, but Kujo pays no attention to it.
He looks angry, and suddenly Kakyoin is grabbed roughly by the arm and basically thrown onto his teacher's desk, stomach hitting the desk painfully. His arms are pulled behind him, Kujo keeping a hand on his wrists so he can fight, his legs are left free though.
With Kujos other hand he brings it to Kakyoin's mouth, forcing his middle and ring finger in. Without lube spit would be the next best thing, Kakyoin should be grateful Kujo even considered the idea of making it any nicer for him.
His fingers are pulled out almost as quickly as they went in, he trails his hand down Kakyoin's side, gripping his ass. Kakyoin opens his mouth to protest but is quickly shut up by Kujos fingers entering him.
He doesn’t do it slowly, he doesn’t care for Kakyoin's pain. He’s opening him up painfully fast, already (barely) fitting three fingers in. Kujo takes his fingers out, opting instead to jack Kakyoin off a few times, pulling slowly at his dick, making him whine.
Kujo was eerily quiet, he didn’t want to hear him but the lack of anything made him shiver, he was left alone with his own thoughts and pathetic noises.
Suddenly everything is gone again, but this time he can hear the faint sounds of Kujo panting behind him, ragged quiet breaths. He can’t see behind him, he can’t see what Kujos is doing. He gasps as Kujo pushes into him, being painfully stretched open, he knows he’s bloody, it stings, it hurts.
Kakyoin’s crying. Gasping and trying to get air into his lungs as his teacher's other hand grabs his neck, blocking off the little air he was trying to get in the first place.
Everything feels and sound to much when Kujo starts to fuck into him, it can’t feel good when he wasn’t given time to adjust and the speed and the hand closed tightly around his neck.
He can’t catch his breath and Kujo seems to take that as an initiation to go faster. The obscene sounds of skin against skin filled the room, definingly loud. It drowned out the sound of his own sickening thoughts.
Each thrust of Kujos hips had him closer to coming, it hurt but the pain had started dissolving away into taboo pleasure. He couldn't help but moan, tears stinging his eyes. Everything still hurts just…less.
Each sharp thrust had pressed directly into the best spots in him, he knew he was leaking onto the floor, everything felt so good he didn’t know why he tried fighting in the first place.
He was in some place far away in his mind, far enough away that he could just enjoy the feelings without caring who it was.
He was so so close, just on the edge. If Kujo would just continue like this he knew he could cum if Kujo could just be gentle, take his hand off his neck.
And like his prayers had been answered, he could breathe again. He gasps for air, trying to get back the air he couldn’t have before, it feels as if the room is spinning, dizzyingly fast.
With a slower push of Kujos hips its just enough for Kakyoin. He cums hard with a gasp, cum dripping down the hardwood side of the office desk, moaning loudly as Kuo continues, his moans break off into pathetic whimpers of protest, easily overstimulated at Kujos movements.
He wasn’t going to stop till he finished, and as Kakyoin tightened around him as he came it wouldn’t be long before that. He groans, loud and right by Kakyoins ear and suddenly he remembers who exactly is fucking him, he whines in protest, needing Kujo to stop or slow down.
Kakyoin whines out the same things ‘no’ and ‘stop’ over and over again like a broken record, knowing it won't stop him, he just keeps fucking Kakyoin a a brutal pace, no words just the sounds of Kujos heavy breathing, grunting and Kakyoins own whimpers and whines.
And finally, finally, Kujo cums, not bothering to pull out but instead push in as deep as he can go, cumming deep within Kakyoin. He stills for a second, panting hard before pulling out, leaving Kakyoin dripping with his cum.
He tucks himself back into his pants, fixes his hair a bit and looks ready to go,
“It's getting late Noriaki, you should head home,” He sighs, thinking about his next words, “I’d say I have to talk to you about something else friday. Office hours are open as usual, I recommend you stop by.”
The words barely processed in Kakyoins mind, only getting the fact that Kujo wants to see him again, he controlled his grade, his everything, he was so much stronger and he didn;t know what Kujo would do if he didn’t comply.
Kakyoin nods meekly. Face still pressed against the cold wooden desk, his legs barely holding himself upright. Kujo takes out his phone, and Kakyoin just barely recognizes the sound of a photo being taken.
He manages to take the bus home, quickly making it past his parents.
He cries himself to sleep that night.