my tiny horny req - prof!Bakugo seducing his best student
*sighs in frustration* I TRIED, I wrote and wrote and wrote but no matter what, I wasn't satisfied with the outcome. This is my best attempt, unedited and all. I hope you can at least get a laugh out of it-
Sorry for the long ass wait.
CONTENT WARNING: Suggestive, Age gap, Teacher/Student
"Come on, you can do it," Bakugo reassures, watching you struggle with the problem he carefully crafted for you to solve. You groan as you think of possible answers, pacing in front of the cramped chalkboard. "Ugh, I give up! Is there an actual solution to this?"
The blond frowns, shaking his head. "I've never taught you give up, have I?" He sternly says, walking up to you. Positioning himself behind you, he lays one hand on your shoulder and takes the white chalk from you with the other, carefully pointing out important things for you to solve his challenge. You feel his body grind against yours as he moves, his warm breath brushing against your skin. Poor naive you, still thinking your teacher was doing nothing but teaching you...
"Professor?" He hears you mutter, humming to let you know he is listening. "Yes, dear?"
Oh, that nickname. The one he had carefully chosen for you, his best student -his favorite one-, the one he'd repeat over and over after too many glasses of rum and enough courage to admit his infatuation for you, hand pumping his cock imagining he's with you. Dear, a nickname he'd never dared to call you before; his sense of self-control falters.
Your breathe hitches, body melting into his touch, too entranced to notice that the hand that once rested on your shoulder had moved to your waist. "Is this... Are you-"
"I'm only showing you the ropes, you almost solve this," he feigns innocence, not looking at you, "Pay attention to the board." You try to focus, fighting against the warmth pooling inside you as his fingers gingerly grasp your hip.
The professor can feel you getting overwhelmed, basking on the stiffled whimpers coming from your mouth. Even when his actions are making a mess out of you, it is all too tame and subtle.
Before you know it, the chalkboard lost any importance to you, face turning to meet Bakugo's crimson eyes. Silence falls, not a single move is made as his gaze bores into yours.
"Professor..." you meekly call, pleading more than anything. The blond man leaves the chalk on its place, lifting your chin instead. He can't pretend any longer, he can't hide his desires behind those reading glasses of his. For a split of second he feels like a pervert for trying to seduce you, a thought quickly discarded as you slowly approach your lips to his.
"Allow me to teach you more..."
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