"You'd better not waste any more of my tutoring time."
ꨄ︎ In which you finally book a tutoring session with your favorite teacher, Mr Kamo.
ꨄ︎cont. teacher!choso, student!reader, so obvi, teacher x student, college au, dubcon, nervous choso, flirty reader, oral (male recieving), talking while being stimulating, whimpering, inexperienced choso x experienced reader. ꨄ︎wc: 1.7k
ꨄ︎a/n: what a fun ride… lowkey my favorite trope! sorry if you hate it because higuruma next xoxo
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Even though you dreaded history itself, you looked forward to the session twice a week when the class met. Something about the way Mr. Kamo opted to use a chalkboard instead of a projector or a smart screen to show the geology charts turned you on. You knew that you loved a smart man, but a man who memorized all the maps, names, dates, and exact Chinese pronunciation of every single king, and was even pretty fluent in Chinese impressed you. There hasn’t been another teacher who knew his stuff the way he did, and you enjoyed watching him much better than paying attention to a word he said.
He both stuttered and stammered, using filler ‘um’s in every sentence. You noticed how his eyes quickly darted from yours whenever he realized that for once, a student was actually paying attention to him. A pretty one at that.
You noticed how he lit up and smiled when you walked in at the start of class, taking attendance the old fashioned way with a notebook and a pencil instead of just doing it online. You smirked when he awkwardly walked back and forth and turned red after you catch him checking out your legs during a lecture.
To top it all off, Mr Kamo was incredibly cute.
You found yourself imaging how he would react underneath your touch, trembling and whimpering, out of breath and staring at you adoringly. These lewd thoughts brought shorter skirts, tighter pants, and an extra button undone in your shirt. You’d sit in the front now, watching him with slutty heart eyes, your skirt revealing what color underwear you had on. Your favorite part was watching him notice it, hide it, and try to continue teaching while feigning fear of the cold, slipping on a jacket to hide the obvious hard on.
The students were so caught up in the masterful act of not paying attention, that they hadn't even the slightest whiff of the sexual tension you brewed during the class lectures.
The students packed up before the class had even ended, a common occurrence. They stopped after mild protest from Mr Kamo, leaving instantly once the clock struck time. Mr Kamo sighed and made his rounds to wake up the sleeping students at the end of class. You waited at his desk paitiently, a smile on your face. ───────── ౨ৎ ───────── "I had some trouble with completing the quiz last night, Mr Kamo," you started, getting comfortable right away on the chair in front of his desk.
His office was comically small, with only enough room for a desk, a file cabinet, and two chairs. A lamp filled the room with warm light, and you could smell the remains of the candle Mr Kamo had lit often. It was certainly charming, the old wooden furniture matching the school's prestige. The professor placed his belongings on the ground before reaching to remove his coat, quickly opting to leave it on instead. You did't miss the way his ears burned red and his front teeth ensnared the skin of his bottom lip. A warmth started in your lower region, and you took this as the opportunity to continue.
"I know I can do it. I understand the work well enough, I just needed to go through the lesson I missed last week."
Professor Kamo pursed his lips. His eyes dropped to your purposefully exposed cleavage, then to the lamp behind you. "There's uhm." He cleared his throat before continuing, "The slides are posted online, for every course." His eyes shifted to yours momentarily then back at his shoes.
"Of course Mr Kamo," you said wit a swift eyeroll, "I know that but, I can't seem to grasp any of it if I don't have it taught in person." You stood up and watched Choso's breath catch in his throat, before swallowing it down again. Now that you were standing, it was impossibe to ignore the way you smelled, the plush of your lips, and the way you licked them. The visible strain made you giddy and bold. "Isn't it a bit hot for that?" You pressed, taking only half a step to close the space between you. Slowly, you unbuttoned the jacket until the large tent in his khaki pants were unveiled. You smirked knowingly, and the way your professor's face colored bright red before he turned his face downwards, didn't get past you. He sat instead, and you moved to lean back onto his desk, facing him.
He stammered before huffing impatiently, frustrated with his nerves. "What are you doing?" He managed breathlessly.
You lifted a hand to fiddle with his tie, examining it between two fingers before meeting his eyes to ask, "What do you want me to be doing?"
You knew the exact moment you broke him, his eyes brimming with want for you. You swiveled the chair to face you and climbed him swiftly, straddling him in one movement. The lacy material of your panties dug into your skin as you felt his hardness through the rough material of his awful khaki pants.
"I hate these," you murmured in his ear as he whimpered breathlessly, tugging at the button of his pants. "Take 'em off." ───────── ౨ৎ ───────── “You’d better not waste any more of my tutoring time,” you cooed softly while pumping his length, your eyes never leaving his. “I want to get the most out of our time together. Make sure I can hear you clearly.”
Choso stared at you in complete lustful wonder, his mouth agape, filling the tight space with breathless gasps and moans. His weight was leaned completely onto the wooden desk screwed into the burgundy carpet. You were sat comfortably on your heels, beneath him. He licked his lips, making them shine momentarily with saliva, and something about the sight of seeing him so hungry for you incited a thumping between your legs.
You let go of his shaft as punishment, letting it bob up and down now that it was without your hand to stabilize it. He whimpered softly, so low that you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been studying him so intently. You unbuttoned a shirt button, and then another, and another. Your eyes remained on his, waiting for an answer, a confirmation, or obedience to your instructions.
He began with a hard swallow. “Ancient Rome is- is one of the most important civilizations in human history. While we- while we often think of gladiators a-and the Colosseum, Rome’s true legacy lies in its-" He said this with gasp for air before he continued again, "in its incredible influence on our government, architecture, language, and la-law.” You smiled at him, to show you were pleased. You grabbed his dick again, this time with both hands. One wrapped at the base of his shaft, threatening to move, and the other massaging his balls covered in half an inch’s worth of hair. “The monarchy turned republic, right?” You challenged, putting the brown mushroom tip to your tongue, your eyes not leaving his. He bit his lip and nodded. “Rome turning from a monarch- a monarchy to a republic was-was a remark- ah! Remarkable t-turning poi-point.” His head jerked with eac interruption, the pleasure taking over and flooding his senses.
You allowed more of him in your mouth now, feeling his breath hitch as his tip hit the back of your throat. His reactions were turning you on, and you loved giving him a reason to gasp that way. You’d imagined this for months, and now that you finally got a chance to, you’d take all of him the way you planned to from the start.
“Instead of kings, they be- they began electing whats called consuls, and- and the Senate, um, became the center of- of political p-power.” he paused often, whimpering and gasping inbetween his words. Choso grew bold, gathering your hair in his fist and guiding you up and down his shaft at a steady pace. You didn’t need any help, but you liked that feeling of him slightly fucking your throat, making spit slip onto his balls and onto the carpeted floor. You looked back up at him, an indicator to him that he’d better continue talking.
“They maintained fa-favor by- oh shit” Choso cursed, his grip on your hair tightening. You watched how his eyes rolled back and his toes moved the tip of his shoes from curling them so much. You felt his body tremble, ready to release. You were soaked now, your cunt aching with need. You loved getting fucked in the throat by your teacher. You loved how wrong it was, how much trouble you could get into if anyone found out. You loved the lewdness of it all, sucking his dick with your tits out during a tutoring session that he’s still actively teaching. You loved the taste of his precum that was appearing on your tongue. The thought made you slick and needy with desire.
You worked and bobbed your head, taking care not to lose your pace, and looked up at him once more. His eyes were closed now, mouth open and his face contorted in complete pleasure. The sight was enough to make you want to touch yourself instead, but you were determined to make your sweet teacher cum himself senseless down your throat.
Choso grew louder and he grabbed your head with both hands, fucking your mouth harder than before but with the same pace. You worked overtime, using more tongue. Hot spurts of cum erupted in your mouth, chosos hips stuttering while his hands gripped your hair tightly, his eyes squeezed shut from the intense wave of pleasure that washed over his body. You watched with delight as he huffed, catching his breath, and you swallowed his milky load once he recovered enough to meet your eyes again.
He brought a hand to your cheek and caressed it with his thumb. “Where’d you learn how to suck dick like that princess?” He murmured. He burrowed his head into your neck as he sought his breath. "Worked real hard for that A, didn't you?" Your underwear was a mess. It’s like he was a completely different person now— and you loved it.
