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Shouto groaned and rolled over in his bed towards the blaring noise. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and swiped the alarm off. Six a.m. already, huh? He kicked off his blanket and let out a small moan of pleasure as he did a full body stretch. He hated getting up this early, especially on a Monday, but it was the only timeslot available for the calculus class he needed to take for his degree.
Groaning again, he made himself get out of bed to get ready for his day. He brushed his teeth, changed his clothes, made himself some toast, and he was out the door by six fourty-five. His class was at seven but thankfully he lived in the dorms so it was only about a six minute walk to class. Living in the dorms made life so much easier. Shouto would kill himself if he had to wake up any earlier than he already did. He was the absolute farthest thing from a morning person.
His walk to the classroom was uneventful, which was the way he liked it. No one stopped to talk to him or walk with him to class and it gave his mind more time to wake up. Before he knew it, he was already in front of his class. Shouto checked his phone. He had two minutes to spare. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to enter the classroom.
“Todoroki.”
He jumped at the deep voice that came from behind him. Fuck. He was in the middle of preparing himself to see him. He stared at the door in front of him before slightly turning his head just enough to see his teacher in the corner of his vision. “Mr. Bakugou.”
“You are just barely on time for my class.”
Shouto turned around to fully face the older man. His breath caught when Mr. Katsuki Bakugou was entirely in his field of vision. His teacher was wearing a long sleeved v-neck. It’s red color nicely accented his equally red eyes. He shouldn’t look so attractive at nearly seven in the morning. It was honestly unfair that someone could be so naturally gorgeous. He was a classroom distraction.
He blinked at the slightly shorter man. “It’s not seven yet.”
“It’s fucking two minutes until my class starts.”
Shouto stared at him. “I’m not late though.”
Bakugou tsked. “Open the damn door and get in my classroom.” Shouto turned around and did as he was told. He opened the door and went inside, his teacher following behind him. He went to his seat and opened his backpack, getting out all the materials he needed for today’s class as his teacher prepped the whiteboard up front.
God, his fucking heart wouldn’t calm down. Shouto had admitted to himself on the very first day of class that he was crushing on his teacher. And not just innocent crushing where he gets slightly flustered around the man. No, Shouto was down horrendous for his math teacher. He had no idea how he was even passing the class when he always spent most of it being horny and daydreaming about bending Mr. Bakugou over his desk and fucking him into it.
Today was going to be agonizing. Why the hell was he wearing such a deep cut v-neck to teach? Okay, maybe it was just the average v-neck and Shouto’s horny mind made it seem like more. Whatever. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t focus. Class had already started less than ten minutes ago and Shouto had absolutely no idea what was going on. He was completely fucked for today. He prayed to whatever god was listening that his teacher wouldn’t call on him at some point in the period and inadvertently embarrass him because of his lack of awareness.
Shouto stared at the skin of his teacher’s chest that was exposed due to the cut of the shirt. There’s nothing he wants more in the world than to lick and suck that gorgeous patch of skin.
“Hey.”
He turned his head toward the voice.
“Stop fucking our teacher with your eyes.” Hitoshi mumbled from the desk next to his. “It’s gross.” The purple haired man turned his attention back to the front where Mr. Bakugou was teaching.
Ah. Was he being that obvious with his thirst? Shouto dragged a hand down his face. This was going to be the longest hour of his life. He tried to tune into the lesson but he still ended up focusing more on Mr. Bakugou himself than whatever he was teaching. Eventually, the time went by and the class ended.
Shouto started to put his things away. The things he didn’t even use the entire hour of class. He had his textbook open but he didn’t read or absorb any information from it. He just had it open so he could play the part of a student while he, like Hitoshi said, fucked his teacher with his eyes. He closed it and shoved it into his backpack.
“Shouto.”
He jumped slightly in surprise. Only one person would dare to address him so casually. He looked around the room. Everyone else had already left the classroom. It was just him and his wet dream of a math teacher. “Yes, sir?”
Mr. Bakugou waved him forward. Shouto obeyed. He walked towards his teacher and stopped at a safe distance. He wasn’t sure if he could handle being so close to the object of his lust.
“Todoroki.”
“Shouto,” he corrected. Now that he’s had a taste, he wants as much as he can get. His name sounds so hot coming so casually from his teacher’s lips.
His teacher stared at him for a second. “Shouto,” he said with some kind of finality. Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest and Shouto had to stop himself from groaning at the sight of the man’s muscular arms.
Shouto had a bit of muscle but his body was mostly lean. Mr. Bakugou was built like Captain America. His teacher was built like a top but Shouto had full confidence that he could grab him by his surprisingly tiny waist and bend him over the nearest flat surface. It would be so much fun to hold him down. He would absolutely revel in their fight for dominance. Or...would his teacher go under him willingly, bending over and spreading his own cheeks wide to show Shouto his hole like the whore he probably was. No one can be as blindingly attractive as Katsuki Bakugou was and not be a little bit of a whore.
“Oi, you fucking nerd.”
Shouto’s eyes shot up to his teacher’s face. Holy fuck. He was being so obvious.
“This is what I'm talking about, dumbass.”
Shouto felt his face heat up in embarrassment. “Do you talk to all of your students and insult them or is it just me?”
“Only to the dumb ones. Shut the fuck up. Anyways, what’s going on with your attention span recently, kid?” His teacher held his gaze, waiting for an answer.
Shouto sighed. “I’ve just been very distracted recently.”
“Distracted? By what? What the fuck is distracting you so much? Your eyes are always up front and looking at me so I know you see me teaching but you don’t seem to be retaining any of the vital and fucking important shit I’m up here teaching you. So what the fuck is supposedly distracting you?”
No way in hell would he ever tell him the truth. The government couldn’t even get that kind of information out of him. He would rather die. “I have a lot of thoughts going on in my head.”
His teacher sneered. “Everything is going on in your little, pretty head besides my lesson, huh?”
What. What?
Did his teacher just call him pretty? Pretty.
He couldn’t help but vocalize his confusion. “What?”
“What?” Bakugou parroted.
“You…uh…,” Shouto could feel himself getting hot again. He had to leave. He needed to go somewhere that wasn’t this classroom. He was hot and he could feel slight arousal burning in his gut from that one word. He politely bowed his head. “Thank you for your concern, but I am fine. I have another class after this so I should leave.”
That was a lie. This was his only class for today but he needed to escape this classroom and get far away from his teacher. His teacher that thinks he’s pretty.
“Whatever. Just get your shit together before our next class. I’m probably giving you shits a test soon.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you. I’ll be going now.” He bowed his head again and tried not to practically run to the door.
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He had a hand in his pants as soon as he got into his bedroom. He had to get off. His dick was so hard. The man he's been obsessed with for over half a year just called him pretty. What the fuck does that mean? Is there a platonic way to call someone pretty? There is no way he was just being nice. He's never heard Katsuki Bakugou be nice to anyone. He was genuinely a very abrasive person to be around. Nearly all of his students disliked him. Hitoshi and him were probably the only people that enjoyed his class. Though, Shouto enjoyed it for an entirely different reason.
He ran his hand up his wet cock. There's also no way he wasn't showing in the classroom or on the way back to his dorm because his cock is so fucking wet. Insane how just one little compliment from his teacher can send him into a horny frenzy. He moaned as he stroked himself. He felt like he was dreaming, as if his whole class period today was another one of his wet dreams and he would wake up at any moment. He squeezed the head of his dick tightly as he fucked into his hand. He wanted to fuck his teacher so badly. Never in his entire life had he felt lust like this. And now his teacher had to make it worse by calling him fucking pretty.
Shouto would fuck him so good. He would have Bakugou writhing in pleasure as he fucked into his tight hole. Katsuki would scream his name as he made him come over and over and over until the other man couldn't physically take it anymore. Until he begged him to stop.
Would he beg him to stop though, or would his teacher take his cock until he had tears in his eyes from being raw and oversensitive. He liked to believe his teacher was a slut. Who else would wear a v-neck sweater to fucking teach? Bakugou was an egotistical and slightly cocky man. There was absolutely no way that his teacher didn't know his own sex appeal. He was flaunting it and it drove Shouto mad.
He imagined fucking his teacher in that shirt. Pounding into him and he ran his hand under the shirt to where the skin was exposed and then playing with his nipples. He would tease them and pinch them until they perked up in arousal and then he would tear the shirt off of the man and attach his mouth to one of the buds.
"Shoutooo~. Please, more!"
Fuck.
Shouto stared at the come on his hand. He was fucked. He was absolutely, without a single doubt, fucked.
He sighed and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He looked at his face in the mirror. His teacher thought he was pretty, even with his scar and his weird two-toned hair. Katsuki Bakugou, a living and breathing wet dream, found him attractive. God, he needed to stop or he was going to get hard again. He splashed his face with cold water, trying to break his thoughts and wash off the sins of lust on his mind. He had no idea how he was going to face the man from now on without blushing.
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Something had changed. Things were different between the two men since that day. There were lingering touches, more subtle compliments, and lots of eye contact. Shouto could barely contain himself anymore. He had no doubt in his mind that his teacher was now flirting with him.
Today, he leaned down into Shouto's space at his desk and whispered into his ear, "Nice job on your test yesterday, pretty boy." That was his final straw. He refused to play this game with the older man any longer. Two weeks of flirting was long enough. He was about to burst at the seams.
He waited until the rest of his classmates left the class before approaching the older man. "Katsuki."
His teacher, who had been cleaning up his desk, whipped around to face him immediately. "Haaaah?" He stared at Shouto with a fiesty look in his eyes. "Who the fuck gave you permission to be so casual with me, punk?" Shouto was unfazed. He stalked toward his teacher with purpose. Bakugou's eyes widened in slight surprise. "W-What the fuck are you doing?"
Shouto stopped when he was only a step away from the shorter man, crowding him against the desk. It forced Bakugou to look up at him. All Shouto had to do was lean down and close the distance and he would be kissing him. But he couldn't do that here. Not in the classroom where the door was unlocked and anyone could walk in at any moment. He ignored his teacher's question and asked his own. "Do you have another class after this?"
Bakugou furrowed his brow in slight confusion. "What? Why?"
Shouto stared down at the man. "Do you?"
They were so close that he could hear his teacher swallow before answering. "No. I don't."
Todoroki stared at him a moment longer, openly gazing at the man's reddening face, before taking a few steps back. "Meet me at my dorm in twenty minutes. I live in the east building at dorm 1-5. If you don't show up then let's pretend this never happened." He turned, not waiting to see the man's reaction, and left the classroom.
He basically ran back to his dorm to quickly wash up. He ignored his hardening cock as he showered, lathering up every other inch of his body. He hoped to god his teacher showed up. If he didn't, Shouto would probably drop the class out of mortification. But there was no way his teacher wasn't interested in him. He put on some sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, clothes he could easily take off and get out of so he could fuck his teacher as soon as possible. He checked his clock. Bakugou still had five minutes to show up-
Knock. Knock
Oh fuck. This was it. His teacher has accepted his summons. He could feel himself straining against his sweatpants. He was already so hard and he was vibrating in arousal. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
"What the fuck is this-"
He didn't let his teacher finish. He grabbed the man and pulled him into his dorm. Immediately, he had Bakugou shoved up against his door. "Don't ask stupid questions," he breathed into the man's ear, "I know what you've been doing. You think you are safe to do that shit to me, Mr. Bakugou? You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you stupid." Shouto ran up tongue along the shell of his teacher's ear. He grinned as he felt the other man's body shudder. "You don't get to tease your student relentlessly the whole class period and expect nothing to come of it."
Bakugou breathed heavily against his neck. "I guess I am caught." His teacher reached up and grabbed Shouto's face, turning his head so they could stare into each other's eyes. "You started this, Shouto. You think I never noticed how you look at me with want in your eyes? I noticed it on our first day of fucking class. The way you would undress me with your eyes. You did everything but fucking drool like a baby over me."
Shouto leaned down until their lips were only a whisper apart. "Is that why you were doing this to me? To see how far you could get before I snapped?"
His teacher only smiled in response.
Shouto pressed their lips together. Katsuki moaned at the contact. He slid his tongue out and forced his way into his teacher's mouth without any hesitiation. He lapped at the inside of Bakugou's mouth like he was starving. In a way, he was. He had waited so long for this moment. He dreamed it many, many times and now it was happening. He wasn't going to waste any time. Bakugou reciprocated his kiss with the same starving urgency. He was practically mewling and writhing against the door and it drove him crazy.
He broke the kiss, their lips separating with a wet sound. Bakugou looked dazed and confused. He needed to fuck him now. He grabbed the man's hand and dragged him to his bedroom. He wasted no time. Shouto pushed his teacher onto the bed. "Take off your clothes," he demanded. He slowed down slightly to remove his own clothes without tearing them.
He stared at his teacher's naked body. He looked absolutely pornographic. He knew his teacher had a gorgeous body under his clothes and he was not disappointed in the slightest. He crawled on top of his teacher, reattaching their mouths and he dragged his hands hungrily down the older man's hard body. He really was built like Captain America, all hard muscle and not an inch of softness. He was perfect. Fucking perfect. His dreams were not even close at imagining just how fuckable Bakugou's body really was. "You are so hot, Mr. Bakugou," he breathed into the other man's mouth.
"Don't fucking call me that here," his teacher said between kisses.
"Katsuki," Shouto snaked his hand down, feeling around his teachers hot hole.
His wet hole.
Shouto pulled back. "Did you prep yourself before coming here?"
Katsuki's face burned hot. "W-Well yeah."
Shouto groaned. That was so hot. His teacher knew. His teacher knew what he was inviting him to do and he went somewhere to prep himself before coming over. Did he do it in the fucking school bathroom?
"I did it in the bathroom outside my classroom," his teacher replied as if reading his thoughts. "I had a feeling you were going to give in soon so I've been keeping a bottle of lube in my bag just incase."
Shouto had to take a minute to breathe and calm down before he came right there on the spot. He still couldn't believe this was happening. His wet dream was below him, breathing heavily in arousal, waiting for Shouto to fuck him into oblivion.
He should do that now. He slid two fingers into Katsuki's hole, thrusting them in and out and feeling it tightly grip the digits. Katsuki panted against his neck, letting out little moans as he increased the speed of his fingers' thrusts.
"Quit...aahhh...quit fucking around. I'm already prepped enough. Just...haah shove your fucking cock into me."
Shouto let out a breathy laugh. "You don't have to ask me twice." He removed his fingers and grabbed his cock, lining it up with Katsuki's entrance before plunging in.
Katsuki moaned. Loudly. "Oh fuck, Shouto."
Shouto placed his hands on either side of Katsuki's head to steady himself as he rocked into his teacher. He fucked without abandon, not letting up or giving the man a chance to adjust to his length. He was so impossibly horny. He knew he wasn't going to last very long, not with the way Katsuki's hole was swallowing and gripping his cock. He felt so good. He never knew sex could feel this amazing. And with the way Katsuki was mewling on every thrust, he knew the man felt the same.
"Ohhh fuuuuck." Katsuki's hands twisted into the sheets in pleasure. "Oh my fucking...aaah...oh god. Shouto!." Shouto grunted as he angled himself to hit Katsuki's prostate on every thrust. He didn't want to draw this out. They could fuck slower another time. All he could think about now was coming inside of his teacher. He felt his orgasm build. He leaned down onto his elbows, covering Katsuki with his entire body. The other man lifted his legs to wind them around Shouto's waist, keeping him locked in, forcing him to thrust harder.
"Fuck!," Katsuki screamed as his cock came untouched against Shouto's abdomen, his whole entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Shouto was not far behind. He did one final, harsh thrust before releasing into his teacher.
He leaned against Katsuki, trying to breathe through his orgasm before removing himself from the man. He took one last breath and moved away from the man just to roll over next to him.
"Fuck, kid," Bakugou gasped. "You fucked the life out of me."
Shouto let a smile rise on his dopey, post-orgasm face. "Does this mean I get A's for the rest of the year?"
Katsuki moved his body enough to hit him with a pillow. "Not a fucking chance."