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English Class
That’s What I Go To School For
By Eline
(Sing along if you know the lyrics to that stalker-tastic song!)
From the Kink Meme: High School AU peopled with delinquents. Random Japanese. Arrogant and brash Delinquent!Suzaku and Delicious glasses-wearing Lelouch-sensei. Oooh, I like the sound of that . . . . Delicious glasses-wearing Lelouch-sensei . . . (According to Sound Episode 3, everyone’s a banchou.)
Non-con warning! Wildly Out of Character characters! Do not attempt to make sense out of this.
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English Class:
Kururugi Suzaku sat in English class, ostensibly converting present tense sentences into their past tense equivalents. Around him, the offspring of Honorary Britannians attempted to make sense of the nouns and verbs. His classmates were not the most diligent students, but they usually perked up half-heartedly whenever a new teacher showed up.
Their new English teacher was a Britannian. Most young teachers were usually nervous, especially around his class, 3B, which had been blacklisted by most of the staff. The new teacher seemed outwardly confident, but gave himself away by the constant adjustment or pushing up of his black-rimmed glasses.
Oh, and he was hot. Which was why Suzaku had been discreetly observing him from behind his grammar book for most of the period. He had unusually fair skin, even for a Britannian. His hair was as black as someone who had been born pure Japanese. Behind his rather oversized glasses, his eyes were a delicate shade of violet.
Like Suzaku originally thought: hot.
“If you have finished your grammar practice, we will move on to reading practice.” The new teacher—his name was Lelouch some-poncy-French-sounding-surname—consulted the attendance list. “Jeremiah, read the first sentence of Practice Seven please.”
Lelouch-sensei’s voice was deep for a guy his size. It was probably what allowed him to give the illusion that he was in charge.
Around the class, various students hid amused grins behind their grammar books. Jeremiah Gottwald, Reigning Terror of the Schoolyard and Delinquent Tyrant of the Canteen, was absolutely pathetic at English reading practice.
“Eh . . . On F-Friday, my mother . . . sent me to--to buy . . . some or--oran--”
In the row behind, Cecile and Lloyd held up their notebooks to show massive hand-drawn sweatdrops on either side of Jeremiah. Diethard was probably secretly recording this for future blackmail purposes.
Jeremiah was quite literally saved by the bell.
“Well, we will continue this tomorrow. Class dismissed.” If Lelouch-sensei was relieved that his native language was no longer being butchered anymore, he did not show it.
His fellow classmates made the daily dash for freedom, but Suzaku lingered behind in the classroom, pretending to have questions for their teacher.
“Ara ara, looks like Sensei-killer Suzaku is at it again,” Kallen whispered to C.C. and Kaguya as they exited the classroom.
“I can’t blame Suzaku! Lelouch-sensei is so cute!” Kaguya squealed.
“Or Suzaku has a major megane-fetish,” C.C. murmured dryly, flipping her long mane of green hair behind her.
“Ehh? But he can’t be sure that Sensei will go for his boyish charms!”
“Suzaku’s tanned and toned body is the pride of New Britannia High! Sensei will not be able to withstand his advances even if he’s not into boys!” Kaguya insisted. New Britannia’s resident #1 Yaoi Fangirl and Chairperson of the Doujinshi Club was probably planning new doujinshi scenarios even as they headed out for lunch.
“Did you see that shirt he was wearing? He’s a homo for sure.” C.C. looked at her watch. “We still have time to shake-down some of those first year juniors for lunch-money.”
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To ensure that his perverted classmates were well away from the scene before he made his move, Suzaku asked several pointless questions about the grammar exercises. Lelouch-sensei seemed happy to have something to do. He probably was not jaded enough to avoid students like the plague.
“The verb “go” has to come before “swimming” in this sentence . . .”
“Ah, I see,” Suzaku said, looking everywhere but the page to ensure that the door was shut and that there were no noisy students hovering around in the bushes outside the classroom. “Thank you for your help, Lelouch-sensei! Oh dear, I dropped my pencil under your desk . . .”
On the way down to retrieve said pencil, Suzaku spotted the secret camera and recording device under the teacher’s desk and “accidentally” stomped on them. One day, he was going to have to beat the ever-loving crap out of Diethard . . . (Sensei-killer Suzaku Vol. 1 and 2 available for download at Diethard’s personal website!) But first things first . . .
Suzaku picked up his pencil and made to stand up, ever so innocently placing his hand for support on the teacher’s chair. Or rather on Lelouch-sensei’s crotch.
“S-suzaku!” Lelouch-sensei exclaimed in shock.
“Gomen, sensei,” Suzaku said cheerfully, not moving his hand away. “I was watching you all throughout the lesson . . . and I wondered what you looked like without your clothes on.”
Suzaku watched with interest as his teacher flailed, turned bright red, flailed some more and tried to push his chair back. “S-suzaku, you can’t say th--”
"I'm going to make you beg for it, Sensei," Suzaku said, leaning in closer and massaging Lelouch-sensei through the fabric of his white trousers.
“No! This is wrong! S-suzaku—stop that!” Lelouch-sensei protested as he tried to move away from Suzaku’s lecherous hands.
Suzaku easily fended off Lelouch-sensei’s ineffectual resistance as he unzipped the fly of his trousers. Briefs, eh? That meant that Kaguya was ahead in the current boxers/briefs/thong/going-commando betting pool. That girl had an unerring ability to guess what sort of underwear their teachers wore.
“Ssshhh . . . Sensei, you don’t want to make so much noise. We’re already in such a compromising position . . . You don’t want to be caught like this on the first day, do you?” Suzaku asked as he crouched between his teacher’s knees, still gently massaging him through the thin stretch fabric of the briefs.
“We can’t do this--” Lelouch-sensei was still squirming and struggling as Suzaku nuzzled his crotch, his hands securely pinning his teacher’s thighs down to the chair.
“Sensei is so cute like this,” Suzaku teased, licking a wet line down the front of Lelouch’s black briefs and feeling him jump at the sensation. “I think Lelouch-sensei likes this . . .”
“No—no, it’s not right for a te--ahhh!” Suzaku had tongued his balls through the damp fabric of his briefs and slipped a finger between his buttocks. “Not there! S-suzaku--”
“This won’t do . . . someone’s going to hear us,” Suzaku admonished as he rose up for a moment to undo Lelouch’s necktie to use as a gag.
“Mmmm, Sensei tastes good,” Suzaku murmured, suckling Lelouch’s cock through the flimsy material. He liked to keep their clothes on until the last possible minute, but perhaps it was time to unwrap his present . . . starting with his teacher’s designer briefs.
When Suzaku pulled down the saliva-drenched black briefs, he was rewarded by the sight of a burgeoning erection. “Sensei really likes this,” he said with a grin before he eagerly lapped at the head of Lelouch’s cock.
Moaning incoherently around his own necktie, Lelouch-sensei pushed feebly at Suzaku’s shoulders. Glancing up in the middle of his ministrations, Suzaku saw that the Britannian was all flushed and sweaty with his eyes screwed shut as he was forced to endure this erotic torture. A tantalising thread of saliva streamed down his elegant jaw. Lelouch-sensei looked so fuckable like that . . .
Suzaku was unable to resist the temptation. Moving quickly, he slid onto the chair with Lelouch-sensei on his lap. Pulling Lelouch close, Suzaku let this hands wander downwards, feeling the wildly jumping pulse under his fingertips as he brushed against the other man’s neck, those sharply defined collarbones and the buttons on his shirtfront.
“Do you know what I want to do with you, Lelouch-sensei?” Suzaku asked as he started to unbutton his teacher’s shirt. He whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to the Britannian as he fondled and tweaked his nipples, watching as Lelouch-sensei‘s blush deepened with every imagined scenario.
“. . . I want to screw you up on the rooftop during recess time . . .”
Suzaku shifted his hold on Lelouch-sensei before freeing his own erection from his school uniform pants.
“. . . do you over the vaulting horse in the P.E. Room . . .”
Groaning helplessly, Lelouch-sensei could not prevent Suzaku’s fingers from penetrating him and stretching him.
“What about sneaking into the Principal’s office and doing it on his desk during lunch hour?”
Even with the gag, Suzaku had to cover Sensei’s mouth with one hand as he replaced his fingers with his cock. Their Britannian teacher was a vocal one, to be sure.
“Although if you made that much noise, we’d never be able to do it in the Principal’s office,” Suzaku sighed as he began to thrust into Lelouch-sensei. He was so tight that Suzaku wondered if the man was a virgin.
Panting and twitching, Lelouch-sensei could only gasp in time to Suzaku’s thrusts as he rode his cock.
“Sensei, do you want this now?” Suzaku asked, slowing down and reaching down to encircle Lelouch’s cock with his hand.
“Nnnmmhh . . .”
“Oh, I forgot about that . . .” Suzaku removed the gag and licked the salty trail of tears on Lelouch-sensei’s face. “Shall I continue?”
When no response was forthcoming. Suzaku squeezed Lelouch’s cock gently.
“Uunngghh! Suzaku . . .”
“Yes, Sensei?”
“P-please . . . Suzaku . . . I--please . . .”
“Sensei only has to ask.” Suzaku stood up and eased Lelouch-sensei face-first over the desk. “Hold on, Sensei,” he said and began to slam himself deep and hard into Lelouch-sensei’s deliciously tight body.
“Ahh . . . Ahh . . . Ahhh . . .” Lelouch was reduced to a quivering ball of anticipation as Suzaku unerringly found his prostrate. Gasping and sobbing with every breath, Lelouch-sensei braced himself against the desk as he neared his climax.
“Sensei”, Suzaku murmured softly as he started to stroke his teacher’s cock. That was enough to send the Britannian over the edge and Suzaku felt Lelouch’s muscles clench around his member, triggering off his own intense orgasm.
Breathing heavily, Suzaku lifted himself off his teacher, who was sprawled across his desk in a post-coital daze. He noted with satisfaction the trail of semen leaking from Lelouch-sensei’s fairly well-stretched asshole.
Sated and dazed, Lelouch thought that it was all over until he felt the warmth of Suzaku’s mouth at his ear and heard a husky voice saying, “Sensei, want to do it again?”
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Lelouch-sensei was on medical leave for the rest of the week.
Kururugi Suzaku from 3B was last seen bribing the office staff for his English teacher’s home address.
Diethard congratulated himself on setting up the decoy camera as he collected a hefty fee from Kaguya in exchange for the recording from the real camera mounted on the ceiling fan.
Kaguya was in Happy Fangirl Land after purchasing Diethard’s secret video recording of the act with her winnings from the boxers/briefs/thong/going-commando betting pool (after she had paid a percentage of it to Suzaku for confirmation of Sensei’s underwear situation).
C.C. won the bet with Kallen on whether Suzaku was going to use the “Oh-I-dropped-my-pencil” or the “Oops-I-spilled-the-contents-of-this-vase-on-you-sensei” routine. Kallen now owed her three large pizzas with pepperoni and extra cheese.
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I terrified myself with how perverted this fic is.
P.S.: That-bit-with-Orenji-kun-was-just-something-that-I-had-to-do-okay? (Dude, that Sound Episode . . .)
P.P.S.: You just know that if C.C. was a delinquent third year high school student, she would shake-down juniors for lunch money . . . to buy pizza and spend on Cheese-kun merchandise.
P.P.P.S.: Underaged gambling in school, non-con-ing teachers and stalking them is bad and illegal.
By Eline
(Sing along if you know the lyrics to that stalker-tastic song!)
From the Kink Meme: High School AU peopled with delinquents. Random Japanese. Arrogant and brash Delinquent!Suzaku and Delicious glasses-wearing Lelouch-sensei. Oooh, I like the sound of that . . . . Delicious glasses-wearing Lelouch-sensei . . . (According to Sound Episode 3, everyone’s a banchou.)
Non-con warning! Wildly Out of Character characters! Do not attempt to make sense out of this.
English Class:
Kururugi Suzaku sat in English class, ostensibly converting present tense sentences into their past tense equivalents. Around him, the offspring of Honorary Britannians attempted to make sense of the nouns and verbs. His classmates were not the most diligent students, but they usually perked up half-heartedly whenever a new teacher showed up.
Their new English teacher was a Britannian. Most young teachers were usually nervous, especially around his class, 3B, which had been blacklisted by most of the staff. The new teacher seemed outwardly confident, but gave himself away by the constant adjustment or pushing up of his black-rimmed glasses.
Oh, and he was hot. Which was why Suzaku had been discreetly observing him from behind his grammar book for most of the period. He had unusually fair skin, even for a Britannian. His hair was as black as someone who had been born pure Japanese. Behind his rather oversized glasses, his eyes were a delicate shade of violet.
Like Suzaku originally thought: hot.
“If you have finished your grammar practice, we will move on to reading practice.” The new teacher—his name was Lelouch some-poncy-French-sounding-surname—consulted the attendance list. “Jeremiah, read the first sentence of Practice Seven please.”
Lelouch-sensei’s voice was deep for a guy his size. It was probably what allowed him to give the illusion that he was in charge.
Around the class, various students hid amused grins behind their grammar books. Jeremiah Gottwald, Reigning Terror of the Schoolyard and Delinquent Tyrant of the Canteen, was absolutely pathetic at English reading practice.
“Eh . . . On F-Friday, my mother . . . sent me to--to buy . . . some or--oran--”
In the row behind, Cecile and Lloyd held up their notebooks to show massive hand-drawn sweatdrops on either side of Jeremiah. Diethard was probably secretly recording this for future blackmail purposes.
Jeremiah was quite literally saved by the bell.
“Well, we will continue this tomorrow. Class dismissed.” If Lelouch-sensei was relieved that his native language was no longer being butchered anymore, he did not show it.
His fellow classmates made the daily dash for freedom, but Suzaku lingered behind in the classroom, pretending to have questions for their teacher.
“Ara ara, looks like Sensei-killer Suzaku is at it again,” Kallen whispered to C.C. and Kaguya as they exited the classroom.
“I can’t blame Suzaku! Lelouch-sensei is so cute!” Kaguya squealed.
“Or Suzaku has a major megane-fetish,” C.C. murmured dryly, flipping her long mane of green hair behind her.
“Ehh? But he can’t be sure that Sensei will go for his boyish charms!”
“Suzaku’s tanned and toned body is the pride of New Britannia High! Sensei will not be able to withstand his advances even if he’s not into boys!” Kaguya insisted. New Britannia’s resident #1 Yaoi Fangirl and Chairperson of the Doujinshi Club was probably planning new doujinshi scenarios even as they headed out for lunch.
“Did you see that shirt he was wearing? He’s a homo for sure.” C.C. looked at her watch. “We still have time to shake-down some of those first year juniors for lunch-money.”
To ensure that his perverted classmates were well away from the scene before he made his move, Suzaku asked several pointless questions about the grammar exercises. Lelouch-sensei seemed happy to have something to do. He probably was not jaded enough to avoid students like the plague.
“The verb “go” has to come before “swimming” in this sentence . . .”
“Ah, I see,” Suzaku said, looking everywhere but the page to ensure that the door was shut and that there were no noisy students hovering around in the bushes outside the classroom. “Thank you for your help, Lelouch-sensei! Oh dear, I dropped my pencil under your desk . . .”
On the way down to retrieve said pencil, Suzaku spotted the secret camera and recording device under the teacher’s desk and “accidentally” stomped on them. One day, he was going to have to beat the ever-loving crap out of Diethard . . . (Sensei-killer Suzaku Vol. 1 and 2 available for download at Diethard’s personal website!) But first things first . . .
Suzaku picked up his pencil and made to stand up, ever so innocently placing his hand for support on the teacher’s chair. Or rather on Lelouch-sensei’s crotch.
“S-suzaku!” Lelouch-sensei exclaimed in shock.
“Gomen, sensei,” Suzaku said cheerfully, not moving his hand away. “I was watching you all throughout the lesson . . . and I wondered what you looked like without your clothes on.”
Suzaku watched with interest as his teacher flailed, turned bright red, flailed some more and tried to push his chair back. “S-suzaku, you can’t say th--”
"I'm going to make you beg for it, Sensei," Suzaku said, leaning in closer and massaging Lelouch-sensei through the fabric of his white trousers.
“No! This is wrong! S-suzaku—stop that!” Lelouch-sensei protested as he tried to move away from Suzaku’s lecherous hands.
Suzaku easily fended off Lelouch-sensei’s ineffectual resistance as he unzipped the fly of his trousers. Briefs, eh? That meant that Kaguya was ahead in the current boxers/briefs/thong/going-commando betting pool. That girl had an unerring ability to guess what sort of underwear their teachers wore.
“Ssshhh . . . Sensei, you don’t want to make so much noise. We’re already in such a compromising position . . . You don’t want to be caught like this on the first day, do you?” Suzaku asked as he crouched between his teacher’s knees, still gently massaging him through the thin stretch fabric of the briefs.
“We can’t do this--” Lelouch-sensei was still squirming and struggling as Suzaku nuzzled his crotch, his hands securely pinning his teacher’s thighs down to the chair.
“Sensei is so cute like this,” Suzaku teased, licking a wet line down the front of Lelouch’s black briefs and feeling him jump at the sensation. “I think Lelouch-sensei likes this . . .”
“No—no, it’s not right for a te--ahhh!” Suzaku had tongued his balls through the damp fabric of his briefs and slipped a finger between his buttocks. “Not there! S-suzaku--”
“This won’t do . . . someone’s going to hear us,” Suzaku admonished as he rose up for a moment to undo Lelouch’s necktie to use as a gag.
“Mmmm, Sensei tastes good,” Suzaku murmured, suckling Lelouch’s cock through the flimsy material. He liked to keep their clothes on until the last possible minute, but perhaps it was time to unwrap his present . . . starting with his teacher’s designer briefs.
When Suzaku pulled down the saliva-drenched black briefs, he was rewarded by the sight of a burgeoning erection. “Sensei really likes this,” he said with a grin before he eagerly lapped at the head of Lelouch’s cock.
Moaning incoherently around his own necktie, Lelouch-sensei pushed feebly at Suzaku’s shoulders. Glancing up in the middle of his ministrations, Suzaku saw that the Britannian was all flushed and sweaty with his eyes screwed shut as he was forced to endure this erotic torture. A tantalising thread of saliva streamed down his elegant jaw. Lelouch-sensei looked so fuckable like that . . .
Suzaku was unable to resist the temptation. Moving quickly, he slid onto the chair with Lelouch-sensei on his lap. Pulling Lelouch close, Suzaku let this hands wander downwards, feeling the wildly jumping pulse under his fingertips as he brushed against the other man’s neck, those sharply defined collarbones and the buttons on his shirtfront.
“Do you know what I want to do with you, Lelouch-sensei?” Suzaku asked as he started to unbutton his teacher’s shirt. He whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to the Britannian as he fondled and tweaked his nipples, watching as Lelouch-sensei‘s blush deepened with every imagined scenario.
“. . . I want to screw you up on the rooftop during recess time . . .”
Suzaku shifted his hold on Lelouch-sensei before freeing his own erection from his school uniform pants.
“. . . do you over the vaulting horse in the P.E. Room . . .”
Groaning helplessly, Lelouch-sensei could not prevent Suzaku’s fingers from penetrating him and stretching him.
“What about sneaking into the Principal’s office and doing it on his desk during lunch hour?”
Even with the gag, Suzaku had to cover Sensei’s mouth with one hand as he replaced his fingers with his cock. Their Britannian teacher was a vocal one, to be sure.
“Although if you made that much noise, we’d never be able to do it in the Principal’s office,” Suzaku sighed as he began to thrust into Lelouch-sensei. He was so tight that Suzaku wondered if the man was a virgin.
Panting and twitching, Lelouch-sensei could only gasp in time to Suzaku’s thrusts as he rode his cock.
“Sensei, do you want this now?” Suzaku asked, slowing down and reaching down to encircle Lelouch’s cock with his hand.
“Nnnmmhh . . .”
“Oh, I forgot about that . . .” Suzaku removed the gag and licked the salty trail of tears on Lelouch-sensei’s face. “Shall I continue?”
When no response was forthcoming. Suzaku squeezed Lelouch’s cock gently.
“Uunngghh! Suzaku . . .”
“Yes, Sensei?”
“P-please . . . Suzaku . . . I--please . . .”
“Sensei only has to ask.” Suzaku stood up and eased Lelouch-sensei face-first over the desk. “Hold on, Sensei,” he said and began to slam himself deep and hard into Lelouch-sensei’s deliciously tight body.
“Ahh . . . Ahh . . . Ahhh . . .” Lelouch was reduced to a quivering ball of anticipation as Suzaku unerringly found his prostrate. Gasping and sobbing with every breath, Lelouch-sensei braced himself against the desk as he neared his climax.
“Sensei”, Suzaku murmured softly as he started to stroke his teacher’s cock. That was enough to send the Britannian over the edge and Suzaku felt Lelouch’s muscles clench around his member, triggering off his own intense orgasm.
Breathing heavily, Suzaku lifted himself off his teacher, who was sprawled across his desk in a post-coital daze. He noted with satisfaction the trail of semen leaking from Lelouch-sensei’s fairly well-stretched asshole.
Sated and dazed, Lelouch thought that it was all over until he felt the warmth of Suzaku’s mouth at his ear and heard a husky voice saying, “Sensei, want to do it again?”
Lelouch-sensei was on medical leave for the rest of the week.
Kururugi Suzaku from 3B was last seen bribing the office staff for his English teacher’s home address.
Diethard congratulated himself on setting up the decoy camera as he collected a hefty fee from Kaguya in exchange for the recording from the real camera mounted on the ceiling fan.
Kaguya was in Happy Fangirl Land after purchasing Diethard’s secret video recording of the act with her winnings from the boxers/briefs/thong/going-commando betting pool (after she had paid a percentage of it to Suzaku for confirmation of Sensei’s underwear situation).
C.C. won the bet with Kallen on whether Suzaku was going to use the “Oh-I-dropped-my-pencil” or the “Oops-I-spilled-the-contents-of-this-vase-on-you-sensei” routine. Kallen now owed her three large pizzas with pepperoni and extra cheese.
I terrified myself with how perverted this fic is.
P.S.: That-bit-with-Orenji-kun-was-just-something-that-I-had-to-do-okay? (Dude, that Sound Episode . . .)
P.P.S.: You just know that if C.C. was a delinquent third year high school student, she would shake-down juniors for lunch money . . . to buy pizza and spend on Cheese-kun merchandise.
P.P.P.S.: Underaged gambling in school, non-con-ing teachers and stalking them is bad and illegal.