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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FILTHY THINGS: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I won't rp: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

Comments

[fiftynifty]

[Cool, so he can never look a student in the eye again. At least try to make it look like it was written with careful attention and not while Aizawa's mouth was against his neck.]

The details? [Toshinori, commit.] The details are good! Very vivid!

[benstein]

[Oh, this isn't teacher kink just yet. That'll happen later. For now: he drags his teeth against his skin, smiling as he does.]

Two out of three.

[he doesn't write this down just yet, if only because it would look odd on the margins. Instead:]

Final test: any last comments you want to add?

[His tongue darts out, and he huffs a laugh.]

Toshinori?

[fiftynifty]

[Aizawa is a bully, Toshinori has all the proof he needs right here. He shivers and reaches for Aizawa with his good hand, fingers curling in his shirt.]

"Great start"?

[This is the caliber of actual grading that he does on a normal day, for the record. Aizawa's mouth has not rendered him useless, he already was.]

[benstein]

Mm, no, I don't think so, not in the middle of the semester.

[He's really leaning against him now, mindful of his broken arm but otherwise eager to distract him. His mouth lingers against his skin, teeth nipping insistently in one spot. He's going to leave a mark, somewhat because Toshinori did it to him and partially because he's possessive too.]

Try again.

[fiftynifty]

"Great progress."

[There, it's the perfect loophole. The minuscule interest in this essay he had at the beginning of this venture is completely gone now and he tilts his head to give Aizawa more space. He's still on bed rest, no one will see this mark except Jelly.]

They're all going to be "great progress" at this rate, Shouta--

[benstein]

Then you'd better start thinking faster.

[Because he's going to climb into his lap in a minute, assuming that won't actually kill him. But first: great progress, he writes, a scrawl that's just as sloppy as his first note. Poor Iida doesn't deserve this treatment on his essay, but here they are.]

You're smart. You can figure it out.

[fiftynifty]

[Iida... he's so sorry.]

It's not in my handwriting, actually, so I don't think I have to!

[Loophole! Great! He tugs Aizawa's shirt pointedly, come here.]

[benstein]

[He laughs, softly and with a little bit of sadism, as he climbs into his lap, straddling his hips and focusing all his attention towards him.]

You're not gonna get out of it that easily, Mr. Yagi.

[Ah, there's the teacher kink, coming in the form of him grinding down hard against him.]

[fiftynifty]

[Ah, there he is, up close and stunning as always, stupid jumpsuit aside. Toshinori slips his arm around his waist and squeezes his hip, humming approvingly when he grinds down. Mr. Yagi...

Damn it, it's kind of hot. No one can ever know, meaning Mic can never know.]

Hmm! I think that merits a "great start," Shouta my boy!

[please remember what he is like as a teacher before pursuing this kink, babe.]

[benstein]

[Listen. Listen. The things he is willing to put up with are . . . varied. And if this was nothing more than a one night stand with a random man, he'd assuredly kick Toshinori out for something like that.

But he likes his boyfriend, he really does. And so he sighs and leans in, nipping at his jawline, rocking his hips down again.]

Hmm . . . don't call me that.

[Shouta, yes. Capitalize on their age difference all he wants, absolutely. But there's something about Shouta my boy that really does not do it for him.]

But if you have a tip . . . go on.

[fiftynifty]

[But what if he likes Shouta my boy? How unfair. He chuckles anyway, satisfied just to have Aizawa in his lap like this.

Now, as for a tip... how can he make it sound like an education thing but imply a sexy thing? This is his greatest challenge as a teacher yet.]

...Study?

[benstein]

Study.

[Try harder, babe.]

[fiftynifty]

Study!

[Babe!! Just give him sexy detention already, this is crashing and burning.]

Study me?

[benstein]

Mm. Slightly better.

[He'll take it. Aizawa leans in, kissing him slowly, long pulls and short pushes, his hands plunging beneath his shirt. He does it slowly, fingers sliding against his body, lingering against his scar, the bump of his ribs . . . studying him, in short.]

[fiftynifty]

Are you saying I didn't pass?

[Oh, he's trying his best. For you, Aizawa. He tilts his head to kiss him back, relishing in the slow and steady pace of it and the touches against his skin, gentle but certain. Purposeful, and that thought is enough to make him shiver.

But Aizawa need only concentrate on touching him, not kissing, so he pulls back to kiss down his jaw to his neck once more. Until he gets a scarf in his face, but he'll deal with that when he gets there.]