Big Bad Wolf

Wolf

A/N: Tw: noncon, mentions of incest & child abuse, underage, ask to tag

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Mineta woke up from a deep sleep, he wiggled from the cocoon he was tied into. His bladder was full and becoming a pressing matter. 

He stumbled from the boys cabin, making his way to the treeline. As he was too lazy to walk to the bathroom himself, and he didn't want to get caught by Aizawa so late at night. 

Unzipping his pants, Mineta pulled his dick free, sighing as he let loose. He had his arm braced in the tree, still too tired. 

As he finishes, Mineta feels a sudden presence behind him, before his mind fully catches up so he can turn around, he's suddenly caged against the tree he pissed on.

As he was pushed forward, Mineta made a disgusted noise as he felt his shoes squish in the wet puddle before the fear of the circumstances registered. 

He started to struggle, but a warm hand pressed into his soft stomach, holding him still against the large, from body behind him. 

Warm breath tickled his neck, and he tried to turn his head to identify his assaulter, all he caught was dark hair and a pale scruffy cheek. 

Was that…Mr. Aizawa? What was he doing?? 

Probably sensing that Mineta was about to speak, Aizawa clamped his other hand against his students mouth. 

"Jus-just be quiet for a minute, brat...", Aizawa mumbled against Mineta's shoulder. 

Was he slurring his words?? Was he drunk??? Now that he payed attention, Mineta did smell the familiar burn of alcohol coming from his teacher. 

Mineta's little heart was rabbit-beating in his chest as he felt his teachers hand go lower on his small body. 

His little knees buckled as Aizawa's large warm hand cupped his little cocklet which was still hanging from his open pants. 

The ministrations from his teachers warm calloused palm easily coaxed an eager erection from Mineta's body. 

Mineta was horrified with himself, but the constant energy and want that buzzed under his skin was screaming, he needs more, more, more...! 

Aizawa dragged his wet tongue over the soft expanse of Mineta's neck, his humid breath brushing the small boys cheek, and sinking his blunt teeth into soft skin. 

Mineta whined, tears dripping from his eyes and trailing over his teachers hand, he frantically rocked his hips into his teachers groping palm. 

He felt the familiar sensation of his stomach tightening, his eyes rolling back as he chased his pleasure, the strange situation momentarily lost in his hazy mind. 

After a particularly hard grind against the pink, sensitive head of Mineta's cock, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his small legs shaking with the force of it washing through his body. 

He went limp in his teachers grip, Aizawa released Mineta and sat down, pulling Mineta into his lap. 

Mineta didn't react to the change of position, soft wheezing pants pushing past the soft swell of his lips. 

Aizawa gripped his little students pudgy chin, squeezing so the small boy would open his mouth wider. 

Mineta flinched, his nose scrunched in disgust as his teacher shoved his tongue as far as he could into the small boys mouth, he tasted like cheap beer and cigarette smoke. 

Mineta hated those smells that were stained, dirty and stale, into his subconscious. 

He was still too shaky from his climax to do much though, so he sat there as Aizawa messily ravaged his too small mouth, saliva spilling from the sides of his lips and dripping down his neck.