just a lil gay

The entire student body seems to agree, too, as he isn’t isolated to the gaze of the stem students. You recall spotting countless, obvious art majors in your building, your territory, in their stupid mom jeans with their stupidly nice hair. Ugh, and he’s so nice to them too? Everyone wants a piece of Professor Deku—what he insists his students call him. Isn’t that just great? Isn’t he?

Such a nice guy, really, so nice that your eyes might flit over to that brilliant smile of his when he cracks the occasional joke in class, rather than those massive, taut, veiny forearms on display as he rolls up his sleeves, or the way his well-fitted, cotton dress shirts stretch across those wide shoulders of his as he reaches up to start the next problem set, or those tight—sinfully tight—khakis he wears to class everyday, accentuating and clinging to muscles you didn’t even know existed.

Seriously, what a nice guy.

But you catch yourself falling back in your studies one particular week, totally not on purpose either, but you’re pleasantly surprised when Professor Deku circles back to your seat after passing out exam grades.

“Everything okay?” He asks. You’re blinking up at him, zero thoughts behind those doe eyes of yours, stuttering out a Y-Yeah.. I just—I just don’t really understand this weeks material..

He apologizes to you, because of course he does, even offers to stay after class to to cover some of the questions you got wrong on your test, to which you’re hurriedly nodding in agreement.

He grins down at you, patting your back before he heads back up front. But that touch alone, although innocent, has your brain short-circuiting, panties drenched by the end of the hour as your mind goes blank yet again, cycling through those same, raunchy daydreams of yours.

After class, you’re dragged back to reality with the final slam of the door, leaving you alone and unprepared with him. He waves you over and you waddle cautiously to the front of the room, nerves jittery as he rises from his seat, hardly a hair away from you yet towering over you. Christ.

“Ready?”

“Uh, for? I mean—yes!”

He chuckles, a hand falling to your lower back as he guides you to the board, stopping just before you collide with the surface. Reaching forward, he scribbles something foreign onto the board as his breath ghosts over the apple of your cheek, explaining the steps in ridiculous detail.

But the feeling of warmth radiating off his chest and through to your back has you delirious, thoughts racing with anything but what he’s saying, on him, how it’d feel if he suddenly threw you onto his desk and—

“See what I mean?” His palm squeezes at your shoulder while he asks, but you have no idea what he’s even talking about.

“Y-Yeah, sure do.”

He turns you towards him, your back hitting the board when you notice just how close he is, hovering over you—far too close—his expensive cologne wafting through to your senses until your knees buckle beneath you.

“You don’t.”

“I do!” Your brows furrow in empty defiance, “You said that..” You trail off. Fuck.

He quirks a brow. “What did I say, then?”

You shy away from his stare, hard yet playful with a hint of threat spilling from those dark pupils. You scratch at your head, mess with your earring as you nervously shake your mind for an answer. Obviously, there is none.

He sighs, leaning forward as his forearm settles beside your head with a click of his tongue, “If you were listening, you’d know that I said that dumb sluts like you can only learn with a cock stuffed in their mouth.”

Your head knocks into the hard surface behind you as you recoil, mouth agape, “Wha—What?”

His palm finds your cheek, soft and steadying, shifting to your chin to pull your gaze closer, onto him and him only, “At this rate, we’ll have no choice but to test it out, hm? Considering what a lost cause you are, little girl.”

“Let’s play a little game, shall we Y/N?” came Tendou’s usually teasing inflection from across the room. However, this time his voice held an undertone of danger so visceral it sent a tidal wave of heat crashing through your core. “I’ll go down on you...” he began, but paused to suck his teeth in disapproval when you reached over to grab a pair of silver handcuffs from the bedside table — an item that made frequent appearances in your shared sexual endeavors. “No, no, darling we won’t be needing that this time around,” he began in a condescending tone as he stalked towards your form. “What I want is for you to hold those little hands of yours behind your back of your own will. I want to see if my pathetic little pet can control herself while I devour her. Think you can do that dear?” the red head purred darkly as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Yes master...” you answered meekly unsure of if this newfound aggression on Tendou’s part was scaring you or turning you on — maybe both.

The man chuckled in approval at your response and let his hands snake down to the hem of your lace underwear, “Good, because if you don’t, there will be serious consequences my love. And the last thing I want is to see you cry.” For some reason you didn’t quite believe his last statement, however you didn’t have time to dwell on it further as the sight of red hair disappearing between your thighs proved to be far too captivating.

“Remember Y/N,” he began and paused to take a tentative lick at your clothed core, “no touching — or else.”

Lithe fingers pulled at your panties, lean muscles flexing as he ripped the expensive lace off your body. You squealed at the sting of the fabric digging into your plush hip, and Tendou had to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress the wanton giggle that was bubbling in his throat. The garment was discarded haphazardly across the room as your boyfriend refocused his crimson eyes on your glistening heat. “All for me…” his tongue violently probed your aching clit causing another pained squeal to rip for your lips.

“Tendou!”

His hands squeezed your hips harshly. “That’s not my name, little one,” he peered up at you from between your legs and pulled back to fix you with a stern gaze. “What’s the safeword?”

You squirmed slightly under his stare, “it’s cherry, master,” you answered in a meek voice.

“Good.” the redhead hummed deep within his throat before returning to his assault on your tiny bundle of throbbing nerves. He lazily circled your clit with his pointed tongue, and purred audibly at the way you writhed beneath him. The sexual tension hung heavy in the air as he paused to graze his teeth across the inside of your left thigh. “Pet, you’re so sensitive — I’ve barely even touched you. This is going to be a long night, I hope you can handle it ~”

—

A trembling hand rose to clasp across your mouth in an effort to prevent yourself from crying out in wanton desperation again. How many orgasms had it been? Four? Five? You weren’t quite sure at this point. All you knew was that with each one, Satori would switch from torturing you with his tongue to brutalizing you with his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” you whimpered — fingers itching to bury themselves in his ruby locks and rip him away from your pulsing core. “Ah—AH!” another orgasm hit you with such force that it had you trembling violently as the aftershocks washed over you. You braced yourself for the familiar pain of forced overstimulation, fully expecting Tendou to resume his attack, yet nothing came. Crystalline tears slipped from your lash line as you searched for your boyfriend through your lust filled haze. He was kneeling on the end of the bed surveying his work, calloused hands palming his straining erection.

“Looks like you ended up crying after all, what a tragedy…” he hummed and shifted to pull off his jeans. “You’re beautiful like this pet: chest heaving, cheeks tearstained, and body shaking. You’re pathetic Y/N — but beautiful.”

You hated how reactive you were to him. His words had sent a shiver of delight down your spine which succeeded in forcing even more slick out of your cunt. A puddle had formed on the sheets due to the sheer amount of essence that slipped down your ass and settled beneath you. The mess was embarrassing — and your partner thrived off it. “How disgusting.” he cooed and teasingly ran a finger along the trail, then popped the collected arousal into his mouth, moaning softly at the taste.

Suddenly, a mischievous look flashed across his face. “Take off the rest of your clothes.” he ordered and sat back on his heels expectantly. You obeyed and discarded them onto the floor. Satori crawled forward until you were caged beneath him. His gaze was hungry — borderline animalistic — as he looked down upon you. “Pathetic.” he spat and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck to litter its skin with sharp bites and possessive marks.

Your hands rose to card through his hair as he sucked on a particularly sensitive patch of skin. Tendou froze overtop you the moment your fingers made contact.

“Pet.” he growled and sucked his teeth harshly. “What did I say about keeping your hands to yourself?” The redhead ripped himself from your hold and slipped off the bed. A few moments later he turned back to you with a familiar pair of handcuffs dangling from his pointer finger. “Come here.”

The sheets ruffled as you scrambled to get off the bed. You averted your gaze once you were standing in front of him, quaking in fearful anticipation at the mysterious repercussions he had promised. “Look at me,” he ordered flatly “remember what I told you about consequences?”

“But — but that was only while you were eating me out… I was good then,” you protested, but you were quick to realize that your rebuttal was a grave mistake. Satori’s face was devoid of all emotion, eyes narrowed into a sharp crimson gaze — the danger in the air was palpable.

A pain squeal ripped from your lips as he took a harsh grip on your hair and pulled forward so that your faces were mere centimeters apart. “Arguing with me now are we? Guess I really do need to teach you a lesson,” he spat and forced you to your knees. You were sure bruises would bloom from the impact in the hours to come. “Hands behind your back,” the cuffs clicked loudly as Tendou secured them and you shivered at the cold sensation of the metal against your wrists.

Your boyfriend pushed down on your lower back until you were positioned with the side of your face pressed into the carpet and your ass on display. A pregnant silence had fallen over the room as he eyed your lewd positioning. Without a word, Satori bent over your slumped form — ruthlessly rutting his clothed cock against your ass — and licked along the shell of your ear, “start counting.”

“Wha— AH!“ you questioned, but was interrupted by Tendou ruthlessly slapping your exposed core. You gasped and moaned in pain as the stinging spread to your thighs.

“I said, count,” you didn’t need another reminder.

“One!” You desperately gasped — knowing that if you didn’t heed his instructions you’d face even crueler implications.

“Good,” he spat and pulled back for another strike, “I hope you know how you count to ten, pet.”

Down came his hand.

“Two!”

Again.

“Three!”

Again.

“Four!”

And again.

“Five!”

At times like this you were grateful for having thick walls — otherwise your neighbors surely would hate you. Your body shook from the abuse, mouth hung open in a pitiful display of utter submission. A mixture of salty tears and drool was pooling on the carpet beside your face. All prior sense of embarrassment left you as you fell further and further into subspace.

“Oh you poor little thing ~” he cooed condescendingly and rubbed your ass cheek roughly. “You’re halfway there, so don’t give up on me just yet.”

“I’m yo — your good pet Tori, I can t-take it… I promise I can,” you sobbed and shook from the ferocity of your own emotions — desperate to please him.

Satori hummed in acknowledgment at your babbling and bite down harshly on his lip in sadistic delight, “how wonderful.” His hand rose again to return to punishing you, but he froze when it reached its apex. “Y/N what’s the safeword?” He asked, internally concerned that you may have forgotten it in your subspace stupor.

“It’s c-cherry master,” you murmured. A response was not given, instead all you were greeted with was the next dose of discipline.

“Six!”

The violent strikes and slurred counting continued until the number ten escaped your lips. Upon its utterance Tendou chuckled darkly and sat back to once again survey his work. Small welts bloomed on the fringes of your ass cheeks as slick leaked from your abused slit. “Fuck…” he purred and shifted to pull down his boxers. “Such an obedient little pet you are,” you keened at his praise.

Without warning he fully sheathed himself within you. One hand found its place upon your left hip, while the other took a vice like grip on your hair and used the leverage to bounce you on his cock. “That’s right,” he purred as broken moans feel from your lips, “how does it feel to have your cervix bruised little one?” He asked and gave a particularly harsh thrust. The haze of sexual desire slowed your reaction time as the soothing comfort of subspace cradled you in its arms. “Answer me,” your boyfriend barked as he reached between your legs to ruthlessly pinch your swollen clit.

“Ngh — ah! It feels good, master! It does, it does!” You cried out in a desperate attempt at smoothing over your careless mistake. “Please — please, I’m sorry!”

Satisfied with your begging, Tendou mercifully relented his attack and returned to fucking you with vigor. Each violent thrust reignited the residual stinging leftover from your harsh punishment. A lewd mantra of gasps and moans spilled from your lips as he used your sopping cunt to finally get himself off. Every thrust had his tip prodding viciously at your cervix, which caused your walls to tighten deliciously around him at the pain. “Fuck you’re such a need little thing aren’t you? You’re sucking me up so well with that sloppy cunt of yours — so goddamn messy~” he taunted. And that it was, you could feel the essence of your lust flowing down your thighs on top of the audible ‘squelch’ each time he pulled out.

It didn’t take long for Satori to achieve his only orgasm of the night. You knew he was close when his thrusts lost rhythm and his grip on your hair tightened. Without warning, he pulled you up until your back met his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you steady. Hot seed spilled within you, painting your fluttering walls white. He groaned loudly in your ear — face hidden within the crook of your neck — then began to languidly fuck his cum into you. Quiet gasps filled the room as the two of you came down from your respective highs, chests heaving and eyes glazed. “Shit baby…” Tendou mumbled and littered your shoulder with kisses before pulling out.

Gentle hands pulled you into his lap as the two of you settled on the floor, kind eyes observed your fucked out visage. “I’ve got you pretty girl, come back to me,” Tendou whispered and wiped away the stray tears on your cheeks. “You did so good for me.” he praised and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. “I’m gonna take care of you now — is that okay?” At your approval, he carefully lifted you up into his arms and strode into the bathroom. He settled the both of you into the tub; he was leaned against the porcelain while you rested between his legs against his chest. With care, he smoothed your hair back to get a good look at your face as the warm water began to fill around the two of you. “I love you — hey, look at me.” He ordered softly and used a long finger to tilt your head in his direction. “I love you, so so much. You know that right?” You nodded and shimmied closer to him, the intimacy of non-sexual skin-on-skin contact finally fully pulled you from subspace.

“I know, and I love you too, Satori.”

Ending note: I’d love any feedback from black mutuals and or readers on my use of “master” here. While this isn’t a master/slave dynamic by any means, I still don’t want to isolate the black readers in my audience. So if any of you felt put off by the usage of that particular title please let me know, and I will be sure to reframe from using it in further works.

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