I wrote fic :D
Title: Hot for Teacher
Pairings: Sho/Aiba, Ohmiya
Genre: AU
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't claim ownership to any people in this piece of fiction. That would be bad. :)
Summary: Aiba wants his sensei badly.
Note; Inspired by Sho's ranking in this poll. And yes, my title.
“You need to stop doing that.” Sho said seriously.
Aiba looked up at him and smiled wickedly, nuzzling his face the crook of his neck, “Why, sensei? Does it turn you on?” Sho struggled to remain stony faced while Aiba was kissing his way down his neck and into definitely off limit areas.
“I'd hardly called being forced up against various surfaces arousing, Aiba-san.” At that, Aiba raised his head momentarily to look into the teacher’s eyes and seemed to see something that made him smirk.
Before Sho knew what was happening, he was kissing Aiba while his hand was doing wicked things on the inside of his shirt, which had gotten untucked somewhere along the line.
His eyes flew wide open when he felt Aiba’s hand somewhere it most certainly should not be touching.
Aiba grinned again and looked up into Sho’s panicked face. He bit his lip and looked down to where his hand was now palming the older man’s half hard erection through his pants. “Junior Sensei thinks I'm very arousing.”
Yes, his seventeen year old student just called his penis Junior Sensei; this is as inappropriate as it gets.
It seemed to snap Sho out of whatever shocked stupor he’d been in moments before, and he pushed Aiba away roughly, only to be shoved back up against the cabinet, his hand stubbornly reattached to Sho’s now fully hard erection.
A shudder ran through Sho’s body as Aiba worked his his belt open and pulled his zipper down to run his thumb over the head of his penis through his boxers. He tried weakly to push him away again and was met with equal resistance. “Aiba-san, you’re only seventeen,” he managed to say through gritted teeth.
Whether it was how Aiba was sucking his neck or the fact that he was giving him a handjob in the back of his own dark classroom after school hours, Sho knew Aiba didn't care. Either way, he knew was going to have a nicely sized hickey by the time they were through.
“Nino is younger than me.” Aiba replied to the feeble argument, hand still working Sho's erection through the thin layer of material.
Sho suppressed a moan and replied through heavy panting, “If it weren’t for Ohno-sensei’s art program… he’d be fired by now.”
Aiba hummed and resumed his sucking, his teeth scraping almost imperceptibly against Sho’s neck as he said, “Jun-kun did a good job convincing his dad with that one.”
Sho couldn’t hold back his moan this time, low and deep as Aiba finally pulled his erection free and started stroking it just slowly enough to frustrate him.
“C’mon, sensei. Let me make you feel good. I already locked the door and no one is in the building but us.”
A quick flick of Aiba’s wrist and Sho was almost gone to pieces, the sexual tension built up over the past few months with his student's constant teasing and the idea of the sheer riskiness of the whole thing bringing him over the edge much too quickly.
“What - ah - what do you want from me, Masaki?” he said through labored breath punctuated with panting and small moans.
Aiba lifted his mouth from his neck again and smiled at him, too bright and cute for the way his hands were doing amazing things to Sho’s body. “Fuck me.” he said with finality, looking straight into Sho’s eyes.
That, coupled with the way Aiba’s hand was now moving quickly, his thumb sweeping over the head of his arousal with every upward stroke, sent him shuddering and shaking over the edge, his cum spurting over Aiba’s hand and on his white school shirt.
After the shudders subsided and he was riding out the last of his orgasm, his brain ran a mile a minute. Through his fogged mind, he thought; Shit, his mother - I’ve met his mother, fuck, I've met his mother, she- she’ll wash his shirt and see the stain and she’ll know and -
“Yay!” Aiba said happily, wiping the remainder of the proof of Sho’s debauchery on his own pants, (not before taking a tentative little lick at the mess in his palm first , of course) giving Sho a near heart attack and stopping his panicked thoughts for a moment in favor of his next outburst.
“Are you crazy?! There are tissues right here, why didn’t you just-” he started incredulously, but Aiba effectively planted his lips on Sho’s mouth, effectively stopping the lecture. They kissed like that for a few minutes (seconds? hours?) before they finally broke for air.
Sho panted lightly and started to speak before Aiba interrupted him, “You don’t need to worry about my clothes, I’m sleeping over at your house tonight.” Sho's eyes immediately flew to Aiba's backpack in the corner and he realized.
Aiba noticed where Sho's eyes went and waggled his eyebrows suggestively (yes, he really did just do that) and before Sho could comment, he said, “I told my parents I’m at Nino’s tonight. His mom thinks he’s at my place too, so it all works out!”
Sho gawked at Aiba. “You really had this all planned out, didn’t you?” he said incredulously. Aiba grinned again, his mischievous one, not his dazzling ‘I’m cute look at me’ one.
“Let’s go car!” he said in English. His nose scrunched up cutely as he said it and he picked up's his backpack, clearly ready to leave. Sho couldn’t help a small smile and he said back, “You need to pay more attention in my class.”
Aiba blinked at him. “What you say?” he asked innocently and the gap was really doing it for Sho.
Instead of responding he grabbed his arm and pulled him across the classroom he’d originally been cornered in.
“I hope you have condoms.” Aiba said as they exited the building, looking at Sakurai-sensei’s face where it clouded with mirth at the innocence of the question. “Let’s go car!” Sho said, smoothly avoiding the question. Two could play at that game.
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“Nino, my mom thinks we’re fucking.”
“Wtf, why?”
“Well, because she called your mom that night and found out I wasn’t there. Now she's convinced we were out having gay shenanigans.”
“I was with Oh-chan that night.”
“Yeah, I know, but I couldn’t just be like, ‘No, Mom. Actually, Nino and Ohno-sensei were busy-‘
“Can we please talk about something else now?”
“You’re just jealous you’re not banging a teacher, Junpon. Go on, Aiba.”
“It’s not like I need the grade raise, unlike you, Ninomiya.”
“As I was saying~ ”
End.