MCYTER ONE SHOTS (M)

Teacher's Pet (dream6d) (smut)

Ship: The ancient ship of dream6d
Kinks/Prompts/Also:
a6d, teacher x student, semi public, rough, markings, blindfold, exhibitionism, mentions of cockwarming, bit of a cum fetish, semi?clothed sex, degradation, praise
A Request

Once again, I don't care about your opinions on a6d. I don't even know what mine are, so save yourself the negativity and just skip if you feel uncomfortable with him please <3

     "Vincent? Could I talk to you for a minute?" Oh shit. There was no way he was gonna get out of this one. He already knew he was failing, he didn't really need his professor rubbing it in right now, no matter how hot he was to stare at. Plus, how could he ever say no to that man?

     "Uh, sure." Vincent turns around from his near freedom, only to have Mr. Block meet him there. When he reached behind him to push the door shut, he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter and freeze a second. He didn't even notice the smile on the others face.

"I'm... guessing this is aout my grades." He replies nervously as they walk towards his desk at the front of the class together, sitting down at the chair in front of it, Clay behind.

    "Kind of. I know you've been struggling lately." Clay looked away to the ceiling before looking back at him. "But I also know you deserve a better grade than this. And you're trying. And I don't want to see you fail when I know you have the potential to be so much better."

   "Uh- uh huh..."

   "What do you say you stay after class today and I can try and help tutor you?" Tutor him? He could certainly use the help, and admittedly it might be nice to stare at him for a while...

   "Really? That'd be great, but aren't you busy? I wouldn't wanna cut into your work or anything." Vincent asked.

    "No, no! I'm not busy at all. To be honest I was just gonna go home and cook myself dinner alone." Clay laughed. "If you'd prefer, we could study there, I'll make some extra for you." Immediately, Vincent's mind was filled with unwelcomed both romantic and steamy fantasies, making him blush.

    "I- I think I'd be able to focus better here, at least for now..." He shyed away, trying his best to focus on his studies. After all, he was lucky to even be transfered here in the first place. He could afford to lose focus, let alone fail a class.

     "Alright." Clay says smugly, having seen him blush. The foreign boy hadn't exactly made his interest in him subtle, as much as Vincent wished he had. "How about we start with the Chapter Six assignment from last week? You seemed to struggle with that quite a bit." Clay walked around the desk to him, placing down some papers in front of him.

    Placing his hand on the sitting boys shoulder, he leaned over from beside him to show him something on the paper. "So during the part where Tha..." his voice trailed off in Vincent's head, instead focusing on the warm, strong hand that rested on his shoulder, and the way it made his heart beat so fast. "...ora seems to..." He watched his lips as they moved, the words not quite form in his head. "I got the impression that the underlying plotlines and tone just weren't quite hitting for you."

    "Uh, yeah, I dunno, it's just hard enough with the language barrier, I guess..m my English still isn't that good yet, so with tricky words with double meaning, poetry, old grammar, linguistics and stuff I just can't- I don't know how to make myself understand it-" He could feel a frustration building up already just talking about it, making him feel more inadequate than usual.

   "Well, it's a very tricky language. This text is tricky even for all native English speakers, Vincent. To be honest, it's surprising to see how well you can handle it all." He slowly slides his hand down his arm as he speaks, holding it on top of his hand for a moment before pulling it away, leaving Vincent holding his breath for a second, completely forgetting about the stress from before.