Uke Karma One Shots

Karasuma x Karma

▫▫▪One-Shot# 21▪▫▫

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▶▶Karma stayed after school to learn more about killing techniques when things went into a perverted turn.◀◀

Pairing: Tadaomi Karasuma x Uke!Karma Akabane

Contains: Smut.

Requested By: @Fairy_Tail_Lover15

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Karasuma sighed as he stopped typing on his laptop, turning to look at the wall clock that was in the faculty office. His co-teachers have already went home so he was the only one left in the room.

Why the heck did he say he was going to work overtime just to wait for a student?

The PE instructor closed his laptop, deciding to just leave when the old wooden door to the office slid open, revealing the red-head student who was supposed to arrive an hour ago.

"Sorry, I'm late, sensei." Karma grinned, revealing his fangs as he approached his teacher. "I'm glad you agreed with my request."

"Why do you want to learn more about killing techniques? Your combat skills are already great," Karasuma asked with his usual serious tone and expression.

"I just can't let him lead this assassination," Karma said with a shrug as he leaned on the table. "So, will you teach me, Karasuma-sensei?"

Karasuma's brows narrowed as he tried to understand what his student's real intention was. Is it really because he didn't want to get behind of Nagisa Shiota?

He sighed before standing up, removing his coat. He looked at his student who now has a pleased smirk on his face. "Let's take this outside."

Karasuma was about to leave the room when the red-head tugged at the sleeve of his white polo shirt. He looked over his shoulder seeing Karma with an unusual coy expression. "But before that sensei, I want to show you a new killing technique I've been working on."

Then with a strong grip, Karma pulled him back to sit on the chair. He was about to react and fight back when he suddenly felt like he was being held down. The hand that secured his one hand on the chair's armrest felt hot. If he was a weak and defenseless person, the forearm that was pressing against his neck would have been choking him.

It wasn't a clean technique that could easily take down a trained military like him but Karasuma literally felt like he was being held down by some kind of demon.

"That serious look really looks hot, don't you know, sensei?" Karma whispered, a sly smirk on his face.

Karasuma grunted when he felt the red-head's knee between his legs, keeping himself stable. Karma removed his arm that was on his neck before slowly wandering his hand down against his teacher's hard chest.

"Everyone admired you for being cool and serious but I wonder if you could also make other expressions." Karma leaned in to Karasuma's ear, "I want you to mess me up."

Is he going for seduction?

"Karma, that's enough. You've already shown me your techni—"