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it never should have come to this.
it really did start so innocently. the boy staying after class, doing his homework as rody graded the other students' work. refusing to leave even when school had been over for hours.
it was innocent. rody felt sorry for vincent. he clearly didn’t want to go home so rody had assumed his home life wasn’t the best. rody was far too lenient with him. letting him stay as long as he wanted was a mistake. it almost hurt when he heard vincent beg to come home with him or beg him not to leave.
then came the flirting. at first, rody thought nothing of it. why would he? vincent’s just a little boy, after all. him calling rody handsome or asking to sit in his lap couldn’t be weird. despite that, rody declined at first. any request vincent had that required being very close to him, he would say no to. at this point. it was clear vincent had taken a strong liking to him, and rody needed to detach himself from him, slowly but surely.
but fuck, it felt so good to be loved so much. even by a little boy such as vincent. he knew it was wrong, but it was so hard to resist.
so, he kept allowing vincent to stay after class. allowed him to sit in his lap, allowed him to call him handsome as much as he wanted. he even gave him extra credit, bumping up his grade (though he didn’t exactly need it, he was always a smart, responsible boy.)
eventually, those small touches and words of adoration became far too much. hugs and snuggles became kisses. the first time vincent said, “i love you,” rody stopped in his tracks. he chuckled awkwardly before patting vincent’s head, responding with a quiet, “thank you.” he denied it for so long, but those words made his heart jump. he wanted nothing more than to say he loved him too. he remembered how vincent frowned, eyes quickly losing their sparkle.
“don’t you love me too,” vincent says, eyebrows furrowing. rody shoots him a look of pity. now he has to say it back.
“ah— yeah. of course i do, vincent.”
he’s really gotten himself into some deep shit, huh.
eventually, when rody began to teach his students about sexual health and relationships, vincent asked him if they could do those things. thank god he didn’t ask during class, otherwise he’d look really bad.
“vincent— we can’t do that, i’m an adult and you’re just a kid,” rody explains to him, face turning slightly red. he hates how vincent’s smile falters and his eyes avert. he hates how bad he felt. he hates how much he craves it, to touch and be touched by him.
“why not,” vincent asks, voice flat. “you said it’s okay if you consent. i’m consenting.” vincent twiddles his thumbs. “don’t you like me? i like you. i love you.”
rody holds his breath. “sorry, vince. i like you too but that’s for adults only,” he breathes out, sighing.
of course, vincent never stopped pestering him about it. every few days, he would ask rody if they could do it then.
“please, mr. lamoree!”
“vincent, we can’t. i could get in really big trouble.”
vincent huffs. “if both of us don’t tell anyone, it’ll be fine.”
“you know that when someone says no, you can’t try to force them to say yes. that’s how consent works.”
“but i know you want to.”
vincent looks upset now, crossing his arms and beginning to turn around to walk away. something in rody snaps. and suddenly, there’s a sick, carnal desire for the boy bubbling up in his chest.
“vincent, come here.” rody looks at vincent darkly. vincent whips around, shuffling closer to rody. the teacher pats his lap. “sit,” he says simply.
vincent eagerly hops onto rody’s lap, wrapping his arms around the older man. he can feel his large hands sliding down his back, stopping by his ass. those hands move to the front of his pants, undoing the button and zipper. vincent’s face flushes quickly. his hands move to grasp rody’s instinctively, and he looks up at him desperately.
“wait— i… want to kiss you first.”
rody nods, moving a hand to cup vincent’s cheek. they lock lips, and vincent’s mouth feels so small against his. he can’t believe he’s doing this, but it feels too good. of course, vincent is a terrible kisser, but it’s actually rather endearing to rody. his tongue gently grazes the boy's bottom lip before he pulls away.
vince is smiling like an idiot, eyes glazed over as if he were in a trance, yet still focused on rody. “thank you, mister…” vincent giggles softly.
rody nods. “i’m going to touch you, is that okay?”
vincent tilts his head. “touch me where?”
rody slowly lets his hand drift down to vincent’s crotch, rubbing in circles with his thumb. he can feel vincent shiver as he nods slowly.
vincent had never had an orgasm before that. he didn’t even know it was possible to feel that good. since then, he’d proven himself to be insatiable. every single day they were together, he would bother rody.
“can you touch me again?” vincent would ask with such innocence it made rody’s skin crawl. he didn’t want to admit what he had done, not even to himself. he didn’t want to admit he had molested this child.
eventually, vincent began to want to go further with him. the way rody touched him was satisfying, but he wanted something more.
“mr. lamoree,”
vincent approaches rody after finishing his homework. he looks uncharacteristically shy, picking at his cuticles nervously.
rody perks up as he hears the boys voice. “hm?” he hums. vincent leans in close to him.
“i want to have sex with you,” he says quietly.
rody’s eyes widen as he slowly backs away. he really has gotten him in some deep shit. vincent looks at him expectantly. he knows he can’t say no. he doesn’t have it in him
“l—listen, vince… uh, maybe… maybe another day, okay?” rody flashes him a sheepish smile. vincent seems to like that answer, smiling as he wraps his arms around him.
“thank you, thank you, mr. lamoree!”
and that’s how they got here.
“a—ah—! mr. lamoree…!” vincent’s voice rings out into the quiet of the empty classroom, high-pitched and small. “i—it hurts!” he cries, tears pricking at his eyes.
“shh,” rody whispers, stroking his head gently. “i know it hurts, but you’ll be feeling real good soon. i promise,” he coos, leaning down to kiss his forehead. the movement presses his length deeper into the boy, promptly drawing a loud yelp out of him. rody shushes him once again. “you need to be quiet, vincent. you don’t want anyone to hear us, hm?” the poor boy looks mortified at the thought of being caught, and furiously shakes his head.
“n—no…! i—i’ll be quiet, mister…” vincent mumbles, his voice tiny and high pitched. rody smiles warmly.
“good boy, good boy.”
the praise makes vincent tighten abruptly around rody, causing him to groan in pleasure. “f—fuck… you like that? you like being praised?” he rasps out, grabbing vincent’s hips to push in deeper. vincent gasps sharply, putting a hand over his mouth to smother another moan. rody chuckles as he sees vincent nod his head rapidly. “such a good, smart boy. you’re the best in my class, you know. straight a’s, well behaved… a good boy like you deserves a nice reward.”
rody pulls out in an unhurried motion, slowly thrusting back in. “tell me, you like your reward?” he asks, a twisted smile forming on his face.
this was all so, so wrong. yet he can’t find it in himself to stop.
vincent keens as rody bottoms out once again, struggling to get his words out through his sobs and gasps. “a—ah—! y—yesss… ohhh…!” he sniffles, tears threatening to stream down his cheeks. rody takes note of this, using his thumb to wipe the tears from his eyes.
“poor boy,” rody coos, slamming into him. the force of it jolts vincent up the desk, and he throws his head back as he tries to hold back his noises. “it feels good, hm?” rody smirks as he begins thrusting into him. vincent gasps, unable to form a response. “shh, shh,” rody soothes, gripping vincent’s hips tighter when he feels his slender legs wrap around his waist.
“m—mr. lamoree…!” vincent finally manages to get a word out, small hands grasping rody’s wrists. rody begins to slow his pace, allowing vincent a moment to speak. he watches as he catches his breath. he already looks completely fucked out. the thought that they only just started and he already looks like this leaves him wondering what he’ll look like when they’re finished. a shiver runs down his spine as his cock throbs.
“hm?”
“t—too… too fast…” vincent pants out, covering his face. he knows he looks obscene, and his face heats up with embarrassment as he realizes what he’s doing. it’s wrong, he knows it is. rody could get in big trouble for this if anyone catches them. but it feels too good. “i—i’m sorry,” vincent says, his voice small and soft, almost as if he’s scared or ashamed.
rody’s expression changes quickly to one of worry. “hey, hey. no, it’s okay. we can stop if you want. does it still hurt?” he strokes vincent's hair gently, and the boy shakes his head.
“no, no… i don’t want to stop, it only hurts a little bit. it just feels really good…”
rody sighs in relief. “yeah? i told you you’d be feeling real good soon, didn’t i?” he flashes a smirk and pulls out again, pushing back in slowly. vincent lets out a shuddering gasp, eyes squeezing shut. “you’re so sensitive,” he comments, chuckling softly.
vincent whines. “i’m sorry, mr. lamoree,” he mumbles, bringing up a hand to cover himself again. rody moves his hands from his pretty, ruined face. he presses a kiss dangerously close to his lips, his own hands feeling up vincent’s small, lithe body.
“you’re too formal, vince. just rody is fine,” rody presses his lips to vincent’s jaw, kissing him gently and nipping at him. he begins to thrust once again at a slow pace, watching as vincent gasps, a delicious moan clawing its way out from his throat.
rody quickly slaps a hand over vincent’s mouth, and fuck. his face is so small compared to his hand, it almost feels like if he makes one wrong move, he’ll shatter. his other hand grips his hip tightly, slowly starting to fuck into him faster.
“is this okay?”
vincent whines as rody hits a spot inside him that makes him see stars. he enthusiastically nods his head, looking at rody with his gorgeous flushed face and teary eyes. rody smiles at him. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs underneath his breath. vincent seems to flush a darker shade of red at that, and he averts his eyes bashfully. rody chuckles. “and god, you’re so small. it’s adorable. i think i could just…” he wraps his hands around vincent’s thin waist, and to his delight, his fingers just about touch. his cock throbs at the realization. he really is fucking a child.
vincent is getting increasingly loud, especially now without rody’s hand over his mouth. rody leans in close, shushing him softly. after a moment, he connects his lips to his student’s, kissing him deeply. vincent moans into his mouth, and rody pounds into him harder. a sharp thrust into vincent’s sweet spot makes him throw his head back, hitting it against the desk. his vision blurs from the impact.
rody really shouldn’t be so rough with him. he knows he shouldn’t, he’s only 11. he needs to be careful. but he’s so tight, he feels so good. he’s being such a good little boy, taking all of him like this. he just can’t help himself.
god, he’s so depraved for this.
“m—mister—- rody… hahh…!” the poor boy has tears streaming down his cheeks now, and he sniffles. when rody notices, he slows his pace to a stop, heart rate spiking with worry.
“oh— oh god… vince, are you okay? i didn’t mean… i didn’t mean to make you cry, i’m so sorry—“ he rambles as vincent tries to catch his breath. he shuts up as a small finger is pressed against his lips. vincent stares at him with teary eyes, and rody wants nothing more than to pick him up and hold him, comfort him until he stops crying.
“no… it’s— it’s okay. i promise. i didn’t mean to start crying… it feels really good…” vincent wipes his eyes. his face is red and his eyes are glassy, and he just looks so gorgeous. “you— you can keep going…”
oh god.
he really is such a good little boy.
rody nods slowly, fucking back into vincent once again. it forces a wet gasp out of his mouth. he moves slowly, feeling vincent’s little legs wrap around him, locking him inside.
“m—more…” vincent pleads, voice trembling. “faster, please…” he whispers, as if he’s moments away from breaking. rody is almost afraid to listen. nevertheless, he speeds up his pace, and is rewarded by a lewd moan coming out of vincent.
“fuck,” rody huffs out, “you’re so fucking tight.” he watches as vincent tries to cover his face in embarrassment, and laughs as he rips his hands away from his face. “don’t hide, baby,” he coos. vincent whines loudly. rody pins his hands to either side of his head.
“o—ohhh… rodyyyyy…” vincent whimpers, sniffling. rody leans down, allowing the boy to hug him tightly. vincent rakes his nails down rody’s clothed back, clamping his mouth shut to try to keep quiet.
“shh, shh. you’re okay. i’ve got you,” rody soothes, pressing a gentle kiss on vincent’s temple. “my sweet, sweet boy.” he punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, moving his hands up to vincent’s mouth to quiet the moan coming out of him. rody begins to feel something stirring up deep in his belly. “fuck… i’m gonna breed you, sweetheart. you’ll be a good boy and take it, right?”
vincent cries out another moan and tightens around rody before nodding his head eagerly. his thrusts begin to get more intense, hitting vincent’s sweet spot over and over, effectively overwhelming him. he tries to keep quiet, but can’t help but let out a little noise each time rody bottoms out. rody reaches a hand down to play with vincent’s clit, making him yelp in pleasure. rody chuckles. “are you gonna come with me?” he nibbles on vincent’s jaw. the boy nods shakily.
rody lifts both of vincent’s legs so they’re on his shoulders. and when rody thrusts back in, he lets out a deep, shuddering gasp at the way it almost feels like he’s in his stomach. “r, rody—” he chokes out, gasping once again as rody continues rubbing his clit.
“shh, be quiet,” rody says, and vincent clamps his mouth shut with all his strength. similarly to rody, he can feel that deep pit in his lower abdomen growing. rody seems to notice the way he begins to twitch and how his moans raise in volume. “oh yeah? you’re close, hm?” vincent simply whines in response. rody’s thrusts begin to turn animalistic and uncoordinated.
“fuck,” he grunts, “fuck… ‘m gonna breed you, baby…” he pants, locking lips with vincent. vincent clenches hard around rody as his orgasm nears, squeezing a delightful moan from the teacher’s throat.
vincent comes first, a loud, long whine tearing its way from his throat. he pulses around rody, and suddenly rody feels a gush of warm fluid around his dick and pelvis. the warmth and wetness only draws rody close to the edge.
i’m disgusting, rody thinks to himself. taking advantage of a child like this…
but fuck, it feels too good for him to care anymore. it’s so wrong but the adrenaline is addicting.
the dam finally opens and rody releases inside of vincent. he gasps, pushing himself as deep as possible as he comes, then slowly thrusting until he’s completely spent and soft. he can faintly hear vincent sniffle and mumble something inaudible. rody slips out of vincent, drawing a small gasp out of him and leaving him to clench around nothing. he sloppily removes the condom and deliberately hides it beneath all the other trash in the trash can.
when rody comes back to himself fully, he notices vincent has passed out, drooling slightly. he smiles softly, pulling his pants back up and beginning to redress vincent. thank god vincent hadn’t squirted on either of their clothes. when vincent is fully dressed again, rody picks him up and holds him tightly as he moves back into his chair. the movement wakes vincent up, and he groans softly.
“you okay, vince?”
the boy groans again, snuggling closer to rody. he nods slightly, to which rody sighs internally in relief.
“th—thank you, rody…” vincent mumbles, thoroughly fucked out and satisfied.
it’s not wrong, right? his thoughts come back to pester him. he’s so happy, he really enjoyed it. is it really wrong? i’m just giving him what he wants.
“you have to go home soon,” rody murmurs, shutting his eyes as he begins to rock vincent gently. vincent sighs.
“i don’t want to.” vincent fiddles with rody’s shirt collar, finally having opened his eyes. rody stares into his eyes deeply. they’re full of adoration and pure, unbridled love.
rody can’t say no to him.
“alright,” he says defeatedly, “you can stay for a little longer.”
vincent smiles brightly. “thank you… i love you, rody.”
the words almost make rody nauseous when they’re coming from vincent. at the same time, there’s another feeling deep in his gut. it’s not nausea, but a desire for the boy to be his in every single way possible.
“…i love you too. my sweet, precious boy.”