Hetalia One Shots (Finished)

Giripan- Teacher! Japan x Student! Greece: I'm addicted to you

~~~WARNING SMUT. BOY X BOY. DONT LIKE? LEAVE AND READ THE OTHER CHAPTERS. THIS WILL BE SORTA KINKY WITH A DOM JAPAN
(Evil smirk)
Inspiration for this chapter is Melanie Martinezs' version of toxic!
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~~~~EDITED~~~~

As Mr. Honda leaned back in his seat, he propped his feet up on his desk. His students were taking a test. He watched silently as a few people glanced around nervously but knew better than to cheat. He was a bit of a strict teacher but what other people thought about him was unimportant to the silent man.

Mr. Honda's eyes flicked to his favorite student, Hercules, who was asleep of course. He was always asleep, yet made perfect grades. So he didn't really mind him sleeping. The smaller boys body rose and fell with even breaths. He was always quiet when he wasn't sleeping, or sneaking cats into class because he finds them on the street and takes it upon himself to take them in.

The bell rang and all the students who didn't finished, groaned. Everyone filed out of the room to go home. Mr. Honda sat up properly and opened his desk, drawing out a manga he had started reading during his off period. He read for a few minutes and he blushed deep red as the story was causing his pants to tighten. He squirmed uncomfortable for a few minutes before he brushed his hand against it lightly only making it worse. His pants constricting his friend. He hadn't done anything like that in a very long time. He had no interest in relationships since they were always one sided and left him slightly broken. He blames himself because of his habit to refrain from speaking and his slight personal space issue that he was trying to get past.

Mr. Honda was becoming impatient and moved his hand on it a little more, slightly moaning. He stopped abruptly when a shuffling sound was heard across the room. He sat up straight and gasped when he saw that Hercules had never left. He was waking up (or so he thought) and was yawning slightly. Hercules lifted his head and stared into the eyes of his crush and favorite teacher. He noticed that Mr. Honda was blushing and squirming slightly.
Hercules took in the classroom and noticed it was empty. He met the teachers eyes again and slowly stood up.

"I didn't realize everyone left. I am sorry to have over stayed my welcome" he said in a soft deep voice.

"Actually I want to talk to you about something. Mind coming here for a second Hercules?" Mr. Honda said amused as something passed through his eyes, yet he had a poker face as always showing almost no emotion. His voice had a Japanese accent that sent shivers down Hercules's spine when he talked so low like that.

Mr. Honda had a problem and he knew how to get rid of it. After calling Hercules over, he noticed he was walking funny almost as if he was trying to hide something. Hercules reached the desk and put his hands in front of him trying to be nonchalant.
Mr. Honda took notice of this and realized why he was covering up. There was an unmistakable bulge in his pants. He pretended not to notice as Hercules addressed him.

"Yes Mr. Honda?" Hercules shifted trying to hide the affect his teacher had on him. He saw a small glint in his teachers eyes yet he never showed in anywhere else.

"Please, no formalities when it is just us, call me Kiku." He said smiling lightly.
"What I wanted to talk about is your grades. I want to show you some of them, if you will come behind the desk and get closer to see." Mr.- I mean Kiku smirked slightly.
Hercules rounded to the other side of the desk, but he was pulled down and landed in Kiku's lap.

Hercules blushed and tried to get up, but Kiku wrapped his arms around the taller boy. He may have been shorter, but he was stronger. Kiku had an idea, and started to purr and lick up the others neck. Hercules squirmed trying to get away from his grasp, only to fail.