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2021-06-01
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Hot for Teacher

Summary:

“I sucked Mr. Nikiforov off yesterday in his office.” Yuuri admitted to his best friend with a blush during the walk home to their shared apartment.

“Excuse me, what?” Phichit said as he practically choked on his sip of water.

“So...is it big?” Phichit finally mustered up the courage to ask after several moments of painfully awkward silence.

Or, the ill advised student X teacher A/B/O cliche fluff piece nobody asked for or needed!

Notes:

I’m determined to write every single fanfiction cliche even if it kills me 🤣

Also, I totally planned on (finally!) working on my mountain of other stories, but then my brain was like, what if we wrote some studentXteacher smut instead? So here we are.

Chapter 1: Yuuri, You can’t Bang your Teacher!

Chapter Text

“I sucked Mr. Nikiforov off yesterday in his office.” Yuuri admitted to his best friend with a blush during the walk home to their shared apartment.

“Excuse me, what?” Phichit said as he practically choked on his sip of water.

“Yeah.” Yuuri said with a dreamy expression.

“Yuuri, it’s only Wednesday. It’s too early in the week for this!” Phichit squawked.

“How did that even happen?” Phichit asked with slightly more composure.

“I got a little bit brave…” Yuuri said with an embarrassed flush.

“I’ll say!” Phichit replied.

“So...is it big?” Phichit finally mustered up the courage to ask after several moments of painfully awkward silence.

“Huge.” Yuuri said dreamily.

“Oh boy…Yuuri, I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but that can’t happen again. No matter how hot he is.” Phichit said warningly.

“But we didn’t get to go all the way this time!” Yuuri whined.

“Look Yuuri, I know he’s a total daddy, but you can’t bang your teacher!” Phichit insisted.

“I absolutely can.” Yuuri replied smugly.

“And since when am I the voice of reason in this friendship?” Phichit asked with a skeptical frown.

“I know it’s probably a huge mistake and I might regret it, but if I ever get the chance to sleep with him I’m taking it.” Yuuri said firmly.

“Yuuri, he could get fired and you could get expelled!” Phichit tried to reason with him.

“Phichit, the only reason you’re even taking Art History is to ogle Mr. Nikiforov. It’s not even part of your major!” Yuuri tried to change the subject.

“Imagining fucking Mr. Nikiforov and actually doing it are two different things!” Phichit protested.

“What about that cute alpha boy who asked you out a few weeks ago? He seemed nice enough.” Phichit asked.

“We went to dinner a few times.” Yuuri replied.

“And?” Phichit pressed for more details.

“I let him take me to his place once or twice.” Yuuri admitted.

“So how’d that go?” Phichit asked excitedly.

“It was good. He was nice and everything.” Yuuri said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“How was the sex?” Phichit asked.

“Phichit!” Yuuri said with a scandalized look.

“You just told me you blew Mr. Nikiforov in his office. Don’t act coy now Yuuri.” Phichit said with a long, suffering sigh.

“It was nice…” Yuuri said with a furious blush.

“So why don’t you date him? He’s age appropriate and banging him won’t jeopardize your scholarship!” Phichit pointed out.

“He’s not Mr. Nikiforov.” Yuuri said disinterestedly.

“Lord help me.” Phichit complained.

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Yuuri had been shamelessly fantasizing about Mr. Nikiforov for 2 years. Practically all the omega’s in their class could talk about was how hot he was and Yuuri was no exception.

Hell, people lined up to take Mr. Nikiforov’s classes just to gaze upon his perfect face and bask in his glorious alpha presence every year.

He’d spent every heat thinking about how good it would feel to have Mr. Nikiforov buried deep inside of him in the safety of his carefully constructed nest.

Would Viktor be sweet and doting or aggressive and completely dominant during a shared heat and rut? Either way, Yuuri was sure that it would be absolutely perfect.

Not even his favorite toys could soothe him the way he was sure Mr. Nikiforov’s knot could.

Mr. Nikiforov was tall and broad with pretty silver hair and beautiful, piercing blue eyes. The older man had a goofy side to him and whenever he would smile or laugh, his entire face lit up and threatened to make Yuuri’s heart stop.

It was an incredibly cliche crush, but Yuuri couldn’t help himself. Even under the standard issued scent blockers, he could still faintly make out Mr. Nikiforov’s delicious alpha scent. It was warm and inviting with a slight trace of citrus and Yuuri wanted the alpha to run the sensitive scent glands at his wrist all over his naked body.

Yuuri was sure that all of the omega’s and half the beta’s in his class would kill for an opportunity to have Mr. Nikiforov bend them over his desk and do as he pleased…

Yuuri didn’t care that Mr. Nikiforov was 38 and he was only 22. Age was just a number anyways.

Especially when the alpha and omega in question were biologically compatible. Which Yuuri had already convinced himself they totally were.

His mother would be mortified if she knew what he was up to. He’d always been a model student and devoted all of his energy to his schoolwork. That’s why he knew Mr. Nikiforov would HAVE to say something to him once he had successfully failed 2 assignments and a test in quick succession.

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2 DAYS EARLIER
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Yuuri internally scolded himself for feeling a rush of excitement when Mr. Nikiforov wrote a note at the top of his failed test asking him to come see him the following day during office hours.

He knew that there was no backing out now. He’d go into Mr. Nikiforov’s office wearing his cutest outfit and beg his teacher to allow him to make it up to him. He’d be willing to do ANYTHING to get his grade back on track.

Yuuri hoped that Mr. Nikiforov decided to take him up on his not-so-subtle suggestion or this would all become incredibly awkward.

Yuuri already knew that his fragile confidence wouldn’t survive being knocked down a peg or two by his ultimate crush…

“Yuuri, wanna go see a movie Tuesday night?” Phichit asked, effectively pulling Yuuri out of his increasingly lustful thoughts.

“Ah, I totally would but I’ve got a project I desperately need to finish by Wednesday morning. Rain check?” Yuuri asked, hoping that Phichit wouldn’t see through his lie.

“Sure. No problem! I’ll see you at home, yeah?” Phichit said with a friendly smile.

“Yep!” Yuuri said as he hastily shoved the test bearing Mr. Nikiforov’s note into the depths of his bag.

——————————————————. THE MORNING OF THE
ILL FATED BLOWJOB
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“You can do this Yuuri! You’re cute! He has to say yes!” Yuuri whispered to himself as he looked over his outfit in the mirror.

He’d decided to wear his tightest jeans. The ones that Phichit always said made his ass look good. These jeans scored him a date with a hot football player his freshman year. There was no way they’d let him down now.

The cold Fall morning was the perfect excuse to wear a soft and pretty cashmere turtleneck sweater his sister had gifted him for Christmas. It highlighted his slim shoulders and delicate neck. Just enough to remind Mr. Nikiforov how small and cute he was; how good he would look pressed tightly up against the alpha’s much larger frame...

Maybe it was pushing it, but Yuuri couldn’t help the excited tingle that went through him as he put in the extra effort of slicking back his hair and popping in contacts.

The select few alpha’s he’d dated always told him he had such pretty eyes and a cute face. Hopefully Mr. Nikiforov would feel the same way.

“If he says no I’m definitely changing schools and moving to Canada…” Yuuri mumbled to himself as he put the finishing touches on his hair.

“Vicchan, wish mama luck today, okay?” Yuuri cooed as he scratched his fluffy little poodle behind the ears before dashing excitedly out the door.

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“You okay?” Phichit asked worriedly as he watched Yuuri squirm relentlessly in his chair during their art history lecture.

“Yep!” Yuuri whispered back as he forced his body to calm down and focused his attention back to the notes on screen and typed furiously on his laptop.

Mr. Nikiforov was looking even more handsome than usual today and Yuuri was sure it was the universe’s way of torturing him. Or trying to talk him out of his impulsive plan.

Either way, he was doing this. Even if it killed him…

“How’d you do on the test the other day? It was way harder than I thought it’d be.” Phichit whispered between PowerPoint slides.

“I did pretty well...” Yuuri lied brazenly.

Phichit would get suspicious if Yuuri’s grade suddenly began to plummet. He couldn’t let his best friend in on his plan until after he’d already gone through with it.

Phichit suddenly stuck his tongue out and gave the teacher’s pet a dirty look when he glared at them from across the room for daring to whisper during Mr. Nikiforov’s lecture.

Not that Yuuri could blame him...it was painfully obvious the other omega was just as hot for their teacher as he was.

“Better be quiet now that we’ve angered the other Yuri…” Phichit whispered with a smirk. Yuuri couldn’t help but snort at the dark look the small, angry blond shot him from across the room.

Aside from their mutual love (and obvious lust) for Mr. Nikiforov, Yuuri could never quite figure out why the other Yuri seemed to hate him so passionately.

If he was successful in his quest to rock Mr. Nikiforov’s world and suck his brain out through his dick, Yuuri promised himself he’d use his boost in confidence to find out why the other omega disliked him and do his best to forge a friendship.

But for now, all he had to do was focus on trying to make it through this lecture without vomiting or hyperventilating.

Only a few hours to go before he and Mr. Nikiforov were alone in his office.