[Fic] Peach
Title : Peach
Rating : Mature
Genre : Het. Friendship. Smut
Pairing :
Summary : Teacher’s meeting gone wrong? Smut ensues.
Note : This is a gift. I know, I’m bad like that. Also, the filth in this is real. You have been warned. For you, yellowbiased - YOU WANTED THIS, RIGHT? YEAH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. HAHAHAHHA OH MY GOD
There’s a moan she needed to vocalize, but before she could, someone else’s hand was there to muffle it.
“Keep it down, Sensei,” it was Ninomiya-sensei’s voice breaking through the haze clouding her senses, but it was another person’s thrust behind her that had her shaking before she could even stop herself.
There were hands touching her everywhere, mouth sucking marks against the soft skin of her neck; another pair of lips mouthing harshly against the back of her neck, warm breath mingling and making her shiver.
She looked up to the familiar sight of Ninomiya-sensei’s liquid brown eyes, his pupils blown wide with want.
“Fuck, you feels so good.” someone else muttered from behind her and she only had half a mind to glance back, feeling Ninomiya-sensei’s lips against her cheek as he whispered.
“You want us both, right?” came the question, and she was too worked up to even come up with a proper reply. Ninomiya-sensei obviously didn’t expect her to answer anyway, and she was honestly not about to. She felt herself being guided to where they wanted her, pulling her up from where she was previously bent over the table where Ninomiya-sensei sat, legs parted wide as she sucked his dick.
Behind her, someone else groaned, at the same time she felt him pull away, leaving that gaping emptiness from where he’d had his cock buried inside her.
“Stop asking her questions, Nino,” she heard the other man chuckled, dropping her a kiss before he disappeared from view. The next thing she realized, she was being held back with Ninomiya-sensei’s arms around her waist from behind, and the other man to her front, hand reaching out to touch her face. “It’s rude. Can’t you see? We’re driving her crazy enough as it is.”
“She likes it.” Ninomiya-sensei pointed out. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but Ninomiya-sensei chose that moment to bend her over just the slightest bit and entered her with swiftness that left her breathless, laughing against the back of her damp neck when the action made her squeak.
To her front, the other man chuckled too; he looked at her and for a moment there, she was treated with a sight one could only dream of, the way the side of his mouth turned up just the slightest bit in a would-be smile, his temple damp with sweat, as was the rest of him. His torso gleaming with sweat, his abs on display.
Her goddamn wet dream coming to life, really.
“Good birthday, Megumi-sensei?” Ninomiya-sensei whispered from behind her, just as he started rammering his dick into her. She could only whimper in answer, half-delirious and equal-parts wondering how in hell she got so lucky as the man to her front ducked to take one of her nipples into the man’s mouth to suck.
Well, that’s a good question.
Let’s start from there.
--
“Well, that’s it for today, I guess,” Kocho-sensei ended his speech, eyeing the room at large afterward. Another meeting that ended with Ninomiiya-sensei flirting with her through LINE, as if sitting next to her and making very inappropriate noises under his breath wasn’t distracting enough.
She stood when the rest did, catching Mei-sensei gesturing at her from where she seated at the front. But before she could nod at her, Kocho-sensei was speaking at the front again and effectively grabbing their attention in the process.
“Ah, before I forget,” their principal was saying, catching her gaze and keeping it. She was immediately looking away, feeling the way her face burned at that brief eye-contact.
“I would need to talk to Ninomiya-sensei and Megumi-sensei about that scheduled District Meet next week. In my office, if you please.”
She frowned at that, raising her head to find Ninomiya-sensei already standing to her left nodding at her. He had this look on his face that told her he was up to no good, but she didn’t have enough time to dwell on it when he was smiling at her and grabbing her bag so he could carry it for her, the way he always did when they would be heading home together. To her peripheral, she saw the principal leaving, followed by the other teachers that attended that meeting.
“Hey, birthday girl, you heard the man, right?” Ninomiya-sensei said, much too cheerful for someone who could end up being reprimanded for gaming while his students are practicing. Seriously, sometimes, she wanted to envy him for being so - carefree. But she guessed that was one of his charms, and she liked him enough not to mind it.
“Loud and clear, yes.” she mourned, already dreading the supposedly additional work she may have to accomplish after the principal was done. She could already feel it.
“Now, don’t be gloomy. Cheer up. It’s your birthday. It’s supposed to be a happy day, you know.” Ninomiya-sensei quipped, one hand migrating to her elbow as he led them out of the meeting room.
“I’ll think about it later,” she returned, sourly. “After Kocho-sensei is done with us. I’m guessing he would be needing additional reports on top of what he already required from us, but I’m crossing my fingers that it’s the opposite. God knows I can’t depend on you when it comes to those things.”
“Ouch.” Ninomiya-sensei piped up, grinning and looking not the slightest bit offended. She sighed.
“Truth hurts, apparently.” she mused.
He laughed in answer before he bumped their shoulders together. She could feel him wanting to throw his arm over her shoulders but thankfully kept himself from doing so. She shook his head at the thought, as she walked in companionable silence next to him, hearing him humming something indistinct under his breath.
--
To be fair, the last thing she’d expected to find when she entered the office of the principal was this.
“Uh, it’s a surprise? I mean, Ninomiya-sensei told me it’s your birthday today so -” Kocho-sensei explained, but she cut him off by raising a hand to his face to stop him talking. Next to her, Ninomiya-sensei was visibly shaking, huffing to contain his mirth.
He was obviously failing.
She did her best to ignore him. She blinked at the cute, round-shaped cake sitting on the principal’s table, candles already lit. There was an unflattering picture of her face on top of it, mid-chew, and the embarrassment that hit her then was so strong she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or both.
“Um, that’s Ninomiya-sense’s idea, not mine. I hope you like it?”
She turned to the other man, then to the cake and her unflattering face in horror, opened her mouth to say something but Ninomiya-sensei beat her to it.
“Of course she likes it. See, she’s crying. Tears of happiness. Now, let’s eat that cake and go straight to business. Kocho-sensei, the wine please.”
Wine? “What wine?”
Nino gave her a look, at the same time said wine appeared out of nowhere. Before her question was answered, she was being handed a glass, Ninomiya-sensei filling it almost to the brim before he did the same to Kocho-sensei’s own glass, and his own.
She stood there, still as a statue when the sounds of clinking glasses prompted her out of her temporary daze.
“Drink up, Megumi-sensei,” Kocho-sensei said, eyes locked on her face. Ninomiya-sensei agreed with a hum, urging her to lift her wine glass to her lips.
“Listen to the man, Sensei. Trust me, you will need it.”
--
True enough, after only three half-full glasses of that wine, (and a bite of that god-forsaken cake), she was already tipsy. She felt hot, she felt her inhibition walking out of the door as she laughed at their jokes. Kocho-sensei mentioned something about himself losing to a game of janken with his fisherman friend, which resulted to him backflipping as punishment despite not knowing how to.
Apparently, Ninomiya-sensei knew this fisherman as well, saying they were high school friends, with two other guys.
“Oh-chan likes fish so much he almost considered living in a boat for the rest of his life,” Ninomiya-sensei was saying, shaking his head. “But thanks to Kocho-sensei here, who always made it a point to tell him how stupid it would be to do that, he doesn’t. At least not yet.”
“You think he would?”
Ninomiya-sensei chuckled. “Knowing Oh-chan? He might have probably planned it through already. Best to be ready, in case he calls us one day to tell us he’s about to sail into the fucking pacific ocean and will be back when he feels like it.”
“Well, shit.”
“I know, right?” Ninomiya-sensei grinned, putting his wine glass down and throwing her a glance. “But that’s not what’s important right now, don’t you think?” he segued, and this time, he was no longer looking at her, but at Kocho-sensei. They exchanged glances, and somehow, it was enough to make her feel uneasy.
The temperature in the room suddenly shifted, especially when she realized Ninomiya-sensei had stood and walked over to where the light switch was and turned it off.
Warning bells were screaming in her head, especially when Ninomiya-sensei started walking back towards them while also shedding his shirt off.
“I take it you locked the door earlier?” Kocho-sensei asked, his voice breaking through her mental wheezing, her eyes wide realizing he was taking his clothes off too.
“Yep.” Ninomiya-sensei’s shirt landed on the floor next to her feet. Then, he started on his pants, smirking at her as she sat there motionless.
What the actual fuck was happening?
“If she freaks out, I’m leaving.” Kocho-sensei muttered. Ninomiya-sensei answered with a giggle, just as he dropped his pants, kicking it all the way off.
“Oh.” she exclaimed.
He smirked and cupped himself, making a good show of it as he licked his lips.
Oh, indeed.
--
If asked, she would probably deny this all happened. Maybe.
Right now though, none of those mattered when she was naked in front of these two men and actually loving every minute of it. Her uniform had long been discarded to the floor, joining Ninomiya-sensei’s and the principal’s own there. She was being kissed hard, thoroughly, tasting wine and tobacco as she sucked on the tongue of whoever was kissing her.
It was hard to keep track of whose lips she was kissing, whose fingers were touching her when it was already hard enough to stay on her feet, their touches making her weak in the knees. She arched when someone’s lips touched the base of her spine, keened when another’s lips made its way in between her breasts to kiss her there.
Another set of hands cupped her in between her thighs and the moan that made its way out of her lips was needy, breathless, she surprised even herself at the sound of it.
“Shit, I want you.” someone grunted to her ear, it sounded like Kocho-sensei, and all she could do was nod her head and let it happen. To her front, Ninomiya-sensei was licking his way to her navel, her fingers drifting to the mound of hair tickling her front.
“Please, please -”
The first warm touch of Ninomiya-sensei’s tongue was like a brand and she almost screamed with it, sensation punching through her like a light. A hand muffled the sound though, Kocho-sensei’s, by the feel of it, as Ninomiya-sensei’s tongue traced her outer folds with purpose. Then he was tongue-fucking her, making her feel the way he was licking her with all the strength he could muster, readying her for what’s to come.
“Come, Megumi-sensei. Let us hear you. Come. Come now.” Kocho-sensei whispered, at the same time Ninomiya-sensei sucked her hard. She was coming before she even realized it, shaking hard and working her hips, hands gripping Ninomiya-sensei’s head to pull him closer, riding her orgasm with a cry as Kocho-sensei bit her shoulder hard enough to leave marks.
--
The next moment, she was bent over the table, fingers gripping Ninomiya-sensei’s legs as her mouth worked over the head of his cock time and time again. Behind her, Kocho-sensei was fucking her, balls smacking agains her ass as he filled her to the hilt over and over. She’s humming around a mouthful of Ninomiya-sensei’s cock, feeling his fingers around the back of her head to keep her head in place.
“Yes, yes, ah, like that,” Ninomiya-sensei moaned, hips thrusting upward to fuck her mouth, and the pressure was making her moan. She felt trapped, and wanted, desired, could feel the way Kocho-sensei’s cock, hard and throbbing inside her, hit the ends of her time and time again.
“Ah, I’m close. Shit, close, ah close!” Kocho-sensei hissed, as his movements became quicker, jerking his hips hard and the action pushing her forward. Ninomiya-sensei grunted too, gripped her hair tighter as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it, and she pulled her mouth away to breathe.
“Fine, you go first, Sho-chan,” Ninomiya-san keened, letting her pull away and holding her, as Kocho-sensei fucked her in abandon. “I’ll go after you.”
His mouth caught hers when she came the second time, muffling her screams just in time as Kocho-sensei came inside her with a shout.
--
She was certain the table wasn’t built to hold two grown adult’s weight but it’s obvious Ninomiya-sensei didn’t care. He was sitting on it, made her sit on his lap to take his cock, impaling herself on it and moaning. Behind them, Kocho-sensei was helping her along, hands on either side of her hips to guide her movements.
“Ah, I’m hard again,” Kocho-sensei commented, and it somehow tickled Ninomiya-sensei because then he was giggling, stopping her for a moment so he could beckon Kocho-sensei over. Then, without a word, she watched them kiss over her shoulder, Kocho-sensei’s hands squeezing her waist lightly as they kissed.
“Can’t it wait? I’m almost there.” Ninomiya-sensei asked, softly, kissing her shoulder blade lightly. She didn’t see, but judging with the way Ninomiya-sensei smiled in answer told her Kocho-sensei agreed, and for the life of her, he honestly wondered what in hell she had agreed to, as she felt Kocho-sensei’s hand on one of her breasts, mounding it lightly.
“Oh god, please -” she begged, throwing her head back when Ninomiya-sensei attached his lips to her throat and sucked.
“Yeah, yeah, ah, shit.”
--
She was being kissed, soft and tender, her lips felt bruised and swollen, her body ached in twelve different places but she didn’t mind. Her left hand was on Ninomiya-sensei’s cock, working her fingers up and down, the other on Kocho-sensei, squeezing. She’s sitting between them, working their dicks and being kissed, touched, and it still felt like it wasn’t enough.
One of them grunted when she pinched the head of their cocks, enjoying the sound, only vaguely worried about getting caught. It was her birthday anyway, and this was the best gift one could even think of receiving, so to hell with it.
She was going to enjoy it.
Best birthday, hands down.