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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Kurusu_Akira, Akechi_Goro/Amamiya_Ren
  Character:
      Akechi_Goro, Kurusu_Akira, Amamiya_Ren_(Persona_Series)
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher!Goro, Delinquent!Akira, Desk_Sex, akira/ren_calls_goro_a_bunch_of
      sexual_slurs, Anal_Fingering
  Series:
      Part 2 of apple_a_day
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-28 Words: 2095
****** lesson 2: say sorry when you hurt someone's feelings. ******
by goroakechi
Summary
          Akira followed in shortly after, eyes meeting Akechi’s own
          dark gaze immediately. “What do you want, Kurusu-kun? I
          have no time to be making social calls.” he growled. Akira
          took more steps toward him, noticing how the older had
          taken a defensive stance.
          “Aren’t you taking a social call now? Anyway, you now
          exactly what I want.” he said darkly.
          “I don’t have the time for that, not today.”
Class had resumed as normal, though students and faculty alike had asked how
Akechi had hurt his nose, the man would always say the same. I tripped and
slammed into the lockers, I’m terribly sorry.
It was enough to make Akira laugh. He had given Akechi space that week, though
relishing in the wide eyed fear when Akechi saw him in the classroom. A couple
of weeks had passed since that day, Akira always catching Akechi at the worst
of times. His protests would end all the same, with Akira showing him the
photos of his dick down Akechi’s throat, only to have Akechi fall to his knees
to suck him off again.
The teen loved the way his face became white with terror, only to breath a
shaky sigh of relief when he turned his gaze away. It made him feel almost bad,
pity for him pooling in his belly.
That pity was soon overrun with desire. Akira watched Akechi walk around the
chalkboard and explain concepts to the class, but he wasn’t paying attention to
the lesson, not at all. Akechi’s pants were tight, wrapping around his butt in
a way that complimented it. Akira bit his lip as he imagined tearing those
pants away to show his perky ass, spreading his cheeks to reveal his cute
puckered asshole…
“Kurusu-san.” Akechi’s voice had snapped him out of his thoughts, the older man
tightly holding onto his stick of chalk. “Pay attention to the lesson or else
you’ll fail this test as well.” The class burst into giggles at his expense,
and Akira glowered at Akechi over his glasses. The man’s expression was nigh
unreadable, but he could find traces of regret swimming in his russet eyes. He
coughed and continued his lesson, no doubt aware of the way Akira was mentally
undressing him.
Class eventually ended, Akechi reminding everyone to complete their assignments
before they went on their trip to Hawaii. Akira had slunk away himself, eyes
glued to his phone as he hung back by the lockers. He smirked as he opened up
his texting app.
     [ME] Stay in the classroom if you know whats good for you.
     [AKECHI-SENSEI] Who are you? How did you get this number?
     [ME] You know exactly who it is so listen to me
Students filtered out of the school in crowds, leaving behind only faculty
staff and the few remaining student. Akira noticed Akechi had quietly slipped
back into his classroom, looking back and forth anxiously as he closed the
door.
Akira followed in shortly after, eyes meeting Akechi’s own dark gaze
immediately. “What do you want, Kurusu-kun? I have no time to be making social
calls.” he growled. Akira took more steps toward him, noticing how the older
had taken a defensive stance.
“Aren’t you taking a social call now? Anyway, you now exactly what I want.” he
said darkly.
“I don’t have the time for that, not today.” Akechi said simply, but when Akira
stepped even closer he stopped talking. “Please…” he whimpered.
Akira lunged forward and trapped Akechi against the desk he was standing by,
and immediately captured his lips with his own. He wasted no time biting his
lips to gain access to his mouth, Akechi weakly complying. The teen sucked his
tongue into his mouth, saliva dripping down their mouths as the continued the
sloppy kiss. His hands moved further down to cup his ass, making Akechi gasp
and pull away.
“Stop that right now.” Akechi demanded but Akira didn’t listen, slipping his
hands underneath his waistline to skim his ass. “Kurusu-kun, stop it this
instance!”
“What makes you think I’m going to listen to you? God I can’t believe you
decided to wear such tight fucking pants, in front of me? You’re just asking to
be fucked.” he smirked, pressing open mouthed kisses to Akechi’s closed lips.
Akechi scoffed. “What makes you think I’m dressing up for your sake? In your
drea-mmpf!” Akira had forced another hard kiss on him, their kissing became
loud as Akira deepened the kiss. The brunet whimpered and weakly tried to push
him away, but Akira was simply too strong. “Do you want me to suck your dick?
Is that what you want?” he asked breathlessly after the teen pulled away.
The way Akira chuckled made his stomach flop. “Today I’m gonna fuck your other
hole.” he said simply. Akechi’s eyes widened before he smirked.
“Are you really that dumb? In case you haven’t noticed, Kurusu-kun, I’m a guy.
I don’t have a vagina.”
“Talkin’ bout your asshole, sensei. It’ll feel really good.” he said as he
massaged circles into his lower back, grinning wolfishly at Akechi’s shocked
face. Akechi attempted to push him away but Akira had him trapped, the teen
pushing him forward so he was laying on top of the desk. His feet were dangling
slightly. “Sorry, I didn’t bring any lube though. You will do this… or those
photos will accidentally find their way around the school somehow.”
Akechi’s struggling began to fade as shock took over. “What?! No one will
believe you!”
Akira was already turning him around, lowering himself to his knees. His hands
were on his waistline immediately, undoing his button to pull his pants down.
“Who knows… god your ass is so cute.” Akira squeezed one asscheek, spreading
them to reveal his asshole. He leaned forward to press a kiss to his asshole.
The man above him flinched, jerking violently when Akira had run his tongue on
his asshole. “Wh-what are you doing? I haven’t even showered yet—“
“That’s okay, I like it messy.”
He pushed his tongue inside Akechi’s tight hole, the heat was almost
unbearable. Akira managed to slip the tip of his index finger alongside his
tongue, making the man moan. “A-Akira...kun… stop this.” Akechi whimpered,
gripping the edge of the desk tightly.
But Akira didn’t stop, instead kept going until he had two fingers all the way
in without his tongue. He crooked his fingers upwards against his prostate,
making Akechi gasp and moan. “Those sounds are so sexy…” he said as he inserted
a third finger. Akechi’s ass was tight around his fingers, and he smirked as he
spat more saliva. It wasn’t an adequate choice to prepare him, but it would
have to do. Besides Akira had no intention of making this truly pleasurable for
his teacher.
“I-It hurts… take them out, please… stop it please..”
“Now why would I do that? You seem to be enjoying it.” Akira reached around him
to stroke his half-hard cock, a tight grip that as meant to be pleasurably but
painful. He thumbed his slit and Akechi slammed his hand on the desk, gasping
for air.
The teen teased his prostate alongside his dick, chuckling. Akechi was
absolutely dripping, cock soaking Akira’s hand with his pre-cum. “Look at how
wet you are,” he cooed. “You’re such a good slut, taking my fingers like a
champ.” Akira said as he slowly rose to his feet once again.
“Shut up, trash!” Akechi snarled and swung his fist backwards, aiming to strike
Akira. But the teen had been too fast and caught his wrist with ease, tutting
his tongue. He tightened his grip and pulled him up, forcing him into a too
rough kiss.
“I wonder how the faculty would react if they knew their precious Akechi-sensei
was fucking his student ten years his junior.” Akira hummed as he lined the tip
of his cock up with his asshole, and plunged the head in. Akechi writhed
beneath him, a choked scream leaving his lips. “Oh yeah… make more of those
noises for me.” he smirked, smacking his ass as he slowly but surely fit his
entire length inside of Akechi’s asshole. “God… you’re so tight..”
Akechi was writhing, whimpering as he was stretched impossibly far. “Ku-Kurusu-
k-kun… stop, it hurts…”
“Oh yeah? Good.” Akira smacked his ass once again. “You deserve all the pain
you get, running your mouth, thinking you’re better than everyone else.” The
sound of sex filled the air as Akira set a rough pace, his balls repeatedly
slapping against his thighs. “You’re so hot, you know that? What a good little
slut, taking my cock so easily.” he said as he roughly thrust up, Akechi
throwing his head back with a cry.
The brunet man’s fingernails dug into the desk, his knuckles turning white.
Though Akira couldn’t see his face, he couldn’t help but sneer at the thought
of Akechi in his current state. He could hear Akechi choke on air, gasping for
a clean breath of air, and smirked as he roughly pushed his palm against his
cheek, turning his head so they could meet face to face. “Are you ready to
apologize yet?” he asked sweetly as his pace slowed to a stop, buried in as far
as he could go.
Akechi’s cherry red eyes were sharp, glaring at him. “Fuck you.” he spat.
Akira glared back at him and slammed his head down into the desk, digging his
face into the polished wood. He began to thrust in again, his pace fast, rough,
and unforgiving. “Now why’d you have to go and say that? You’re hurting my
feelings, sensei.” he said with an almost bored tone, his own breath becoming
labored as he felt Akechi’s ass squeeze around him.
His hand travelled down to the base of his neck, holding Akechi’s head down
against the desk as he pounded up into him. Akira relished in the way that
Akechi wailed, begging for him to stop, wailing about how much it hurt. A few
more thrusts into the older male had Akira cumming, filling the brunet with his
thick seed.
“Stop…! Get off of me!” Akechi cried weakly, bucking his hips backwards as he
attempted to push him off. The action only pushed Akira’s dick further into
him, and the teen above him grunted. He brushed his hair to the side and
pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck, grinning as he pulled out of Akechi.
Akira got down on his knees again. “You haven’t cum yet? Now you’re really just
trying to hurt my feelings, Akechi-sensei.” he said as he grabbed his butt,
pushing his cheeks apart to reveal the cum already leaking from his asshole.
“N..no! Don’t look!” Akechi shouted and tried to cover his ass with his hands,
back craning backwards to help accommodate the position. Akira grabbed his
wrists with one hand easily, pulling them out of the way.
“Here, I’ll help you cum now.” He was roughly pushing his fingers into his
asshole, relishing in the squelching sounds as he pushed his cum out. His
fingers brushed up against his prostate, making Akechi make pitiful,
pleasurable whines. He scissored his fingers, opening up his ass to let the cum
freely flow. Akechi made a jerking motion and wailed, a milky white substance
dripping off the table as Akechi painted it white with his semen.
The teacher pressed his cheek to the desk and sucked in deep, shuddering
breaths. “Stop! Don’t look at meee!” he whimpered. Akira justs grinned
wolfishly and slipped his phone from his pocket, capturing a few photos of his
asshole leaking cum.
“I can’t wait to use this again.” With an appreciative pat on his ass he stood
up, pocketing his phone. Akechi had continued his whimpering, only making Akira
even more irritated.
Roughly he grabbed the collar of Akechi’s shirt and pulled him up, forcing him
to turn around on his wobbly legs. “Y...you piece of shit delinquent… I’ll make
sure you never set foot in this school again--” Akechi hiccuped, gasping for
breath. The raven haired teen only smirked and brushed his bangs out of his
eyes gingerly, causing Akechi to flinch.
“C’mon sensei, stop crying. You look like a fucking idiot. Now, say you’re
sorry.” he shook him once.
Akechi’s eyes were focused on the ground, blood dribbling from his nose from
being slammed into the desk. He sniffled and trembled under Akira’s gaze, and
nodded. “I...I’m sorry…” he mumbled.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Akira hummed.
“I’m sorry! Pl-please, let me go now. I want to clean myself up!”
Akira had given him a skeptical look and even went so far as to put a hand to
his chin, as if he were in deep thought. “Oh… no. You won’t be doing that. I
want you to go on home and make sure no one catches you.” He put a hand to his
cheek and smiled sweetly, prompting Goro to respond.
“Okay?”
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