[One shot] Conditional
Title: Conditional
Member/Pairing: Nino x (its either Jun or Ohno)
Rating: R - NC-17
Author: chellie
Summary: Nino has never been so motivated in his student life, not until an exquisitely enticing response he got on an exam booklet.
1. “I am so gonna hit that.”
Nino looked up from his thick handout and questioningly glanced at his friend, Mao.
“You’re hitting what?” he asked, looking around the hall for Mao’s prospect for their last semester.
There were about a hundred people occupying the lecture hall and Nino thought about how sharp Mao’s eyes were. Also, they were in their fourth year in university, taking their majors - they’ve met almost everyone.
“I’m hitting that,” Mao, using her pen, pointed at the person sitting at the table in front of the whole class. The man looked younger than most assistants. He wore a maroon cardigan over his blue polo shirt, every now and then adjusting his black rimmed glasses. Nino and Mao both knew he was an assistant because of the purple ID lace he wore around his neck.
“I doubt it,” Nino said. “He doesn’t look like the type. I mean, no one in our faculty is ever the type. Plus, no one ever sees the dirty message.”
“But he looks like he’s new. Who knows he might just take the bait,” Mao said, grinning for confidence.
2. They’ve just finished taking their first departmental exam. Nino looked positive but his friend looked otherwise. He asked her why.
“I forgot to write it,” she muttered. She let out a frustrated sigh. “How ‘bout you? You didn’t forget, did you? For the prof?”
Nino smirked and shook his head.
“Of course I didn’t forget. In my tiniest hand writing - ‘Sir, please fuck me.’”
3. “How’d you do?” Mao peeked at Nino’s test booklet. She grunted upon seeing his score. As usual, Nino scored higher.
“I got 89.” Nino said as he reviewed his answers, hoping to find corrections that could possibly keep him at his GPA. (Nino never denied how conscious he was of his grades).
Other than his answers, he checked if there was any response for the little message he left. Neither he nor Mao ever expected responses to the mischievous messages that they leave for hot professors and assistants since they write it down on pages and spots least expected to be checked or looked at.
“Holy mother of fuck,” Nino said under his breath.
“If you get a 95 as your final grade, I’ll bring you to my apartment.”
He has never been so motivated his entire life.
4. The end of the year has come.
Mao grinned from ear to ear, looking at her final grade. She got a 94. She went outside and waited until Nino came back with his class card, secretly hoping he gets a 93.
“Please, tell me you got anything lower than 95 because I’d hate it if you get your Professor Ohno and I will never ever get my Matsumoto. Ugh. I hate this. Please, tell me you got 94 and I wouldn’t care if we’re in a tie this time, it’s the closest I’ll get to me ever beating you,” she almost whined.
Instead of showing her his grade, Nino showed Mao a note.
“Come to my cubicle on Monday, 4PM. Don’t be late.”
Mao stuck the note on Nino’s forehead and walked away.
5. The campus was almost deserted; almost everyone has gone home for vacation. Nino had to explain to his parents that he had some more stuff to do and he knew they’d let him go considering how hard he’s worked for four years.
He entered the faculty and casually walked towards Professor Ohno’s cubicle. It was exactly 4PM and the other mentors already clocked out. Three cubicles away, he paused, took a deep breath, and asked himself if this was really happening.
He heard someone typing on a laptop.
Indeed, it was happening.
He knocked before taking a peep at the person inside. His mouth went dry when the assistant looked up at him.
“Yes, can I help you?”
Nino froze. He expected to find Prof.Ohno sitting in there, waiting for him so that he can bring Nino to his apartment and screw the living daylight out of him. But there sat, Mao’s crush, Matsumoto Jun.
“Uh.. I’m looking for Ohno-san.”
Matsumoto closed his laptop and removed his glasses.
“What for? Is it important?”
“Not exactly. I just had a question for him.” Nino tried his best not to stutter. “Nothing important. I’ll come back some other time.”
Never coming back. This is embarrassing.
“Sorry for disturbing you.” Nino bowed and quickly headed for the exit.
“Ninomiya-san.”
He was called out before he could even touch the door handle.
“You got a 96 as your final mark, am I right?”
“Y-yes.” Nino slowly turned and saw the assistant leaning against the nearest cubicle with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m in charge of checking exam papers at your side of the class and you left that very inappropriate in your test booklet, am I still right?”
Screw it. He sighed.
“Did you think Ohno-san would read your note?”
“Yes,” he said in surrender. “It was highly inappropriate and I’m sorry.”
“Well,” Matsumoto started taking steps towards Nino. “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen something like that-“
“And it’s the first time someone ever replied,” Nino couldn’t help but cut in. He was tense and one thing he didn’t like about him being tense was he blurted out whatever’s in his mind.
Matsumoto halted about a foot away from Nino. From that point, Nino could see how much taller the man was compared to him and how much those toned arms and chest stretched his dress shirt. Nino gulped at the intoxicating scent the man also emitted.
“We’re not just gonna stand here in silence now, are we?” Jun supposed. “I mean, since you went through the trouble of going here for a fuck, why not let me take you home?”
Nino wanted to say no but the man in front of him just licked his lips. He was sure it was intentional.
5. “I’m a neat freak. Shower first,” Jun said after the door closed behind them. “Second door to the left. Feel free to use the towel in the cabinet. I’ll shower in my room.”
Without another word, Nino went to the bathroom. He stripped down all his clothes and entered the shower. Several thoughts started running through his mind, including how mad Mao would be if she finds out. More than that, he couldn’t help but think of the things that Jun could do to him and vice versa. Sure, the professor was whom he was supposed to be with but to be fucked by the hot assistant wouldn’t be so bad.
He pumped the liquid soap dispenser and made a rich lather on his skin. He gasped when he touched his dick. He was hard, as expected. With the warm water running down his body, Nino started stroking his member, running his hand from base to tip. He bit his lower lip, trying to restrain his moans.
Nino was close to cumming when the shower curtains were drawn.
“Who told you to start without me?”
Matsumoto Jun, in all his naked glory, stepped into the shower with Nino, shoving the man against the wall, sensually holding his face with one hand to kiss him and holding down his hip with the other, giving friction to their nether regions.
Nino took it all in; Matsumoto’s hot tongue inside his mouth, their dicks rubbing against one another, and the firmness of his muscles as Nino ran his hands all over the man’s body.
“Oh shit -- Matsumoto-san..”
“Call me Jun.”
Nino whimpered when Jun lick his way to his earlobe, down to his neck, chest, and his hip where he surely left a hickey. He tried holding on to the tiles and Jun’s shoulder when he felt his hard on suddenly enveloped by the man’s gorgeous mouth.
His reflexes made him thrust once he looked down at the man who looked at him with the same intensity. Nino knew he wouldn’t last any longer as he watched Jun pull back from the base to the tip, then teasing the head whilst encircling it with his tongue.
“You’re going to make me c-come, Jun-san.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Jun answered wittily before going back to devouring Nino’s needy cock.
6. It’s been months and Nino hasn’t been stretched this much since a certain one-night stand. He had to endure the pain. It wouldn’t last long.. pleasure always takes over. No doubt about that.
The head of Jun’s cock slowly made its entrance into Nino’s waiting hole. He rarely does it but he was convinced in letting the guy do him without a condom. They we both breathing heavily once the assistant reached the hilt. His grasp on Nino’s hips was tight and he could see a forthcoming bruise.
If it weren’t for the shower running over their heads, sweat would be rolling down their bodies.
Nino clenched his fist against the tiles in front of him. The worse was over, he thought.
It hurt like hell but the man’s dick inside him was delicious like heaven.
“Are you ready?” Jun seductively whispered in his ear.
Nino nodded and Jun started thrusting into him, hard and deep. Nino reached for his cock and started pumping it just in time with Jun’s thrusts.
Mao would be furious but fuck that. Nino was having the best time of his life and he wouldn’t exchange the experience for anything.
They both let out shameless moans when Jun changes his angle and hits Nino’s spot.
“Oh yes.. r-right there.. mhmm.. Jun-san..” Nino says as he increased his hands pace. He was going to come the second time, his legs were trembling, his heart was racing, and his dick was aching.
“Holy f-fuck. I like how tight you are, Ninomiya.”
Nino’s brain tried to comprehend. Him taking this all in was becoming all too much. His dick, Jun’s cock inside of his hitting him exactly at the right spot, being stretched oh so sweetly.
“Fucking shit. I’m coming! Jun-san, I’m coming!”
One. Two. Three. Four.
Nino releases his seed and it starts dripping down the white wall, flushed by the water and down to the drain. He felt his Jun’s chest heaving right against his back. He also felt the man’s warm cum drizzle down to his thighs.
Jun kissed him on the shoulder and started to rinse them both.
7. He was handed a towel and boxers before being left alone in the bathroom.
Nino looked at himself in the mirror and smirked triumphantly. He’s always been proud of the decisions he made and this was definitely one of them.
He felt his stomach growling. He remembered he hasn’t eaten lunch because of too much excitement. Good thing, Jun offered to make a meal.
He slipped into the fresh boxers and put the towel around his shoulders.
8. He opened the bathroom door and heard that the TV was on. He knew Jun preparing their meal in the kitchen but there was another man comfortably sitting in the living room.
How comfortable? He had his feet up the coffee table, one hand holding a glass of liquor and the other hand lazily draped on the backrest of the long black sofa, his striped blue dress shirt untucked and unbuttoned.
Nino stood there staring eye to eye with the professor. Professor Ohno.
“Ninomiya Kazunari, seated at F8 in the multimedia arts lecture hall. You’ve worked hard, haven’t you?”
He took a sip of his drink and eyed Nino from head to toe.
Nino swore he instantly got hard with the man’s devilish smirk.
--
To be continued?
Author’s note: Thanks for reading! :) As obvious as it seems, I am no pro in writing smut/porn or whatever you want to call it but I did try. haha. Let’s all hope that I get better at this. It seems fun. Tedious (because of all the thoughts that keep on having) but fun.
ALSO. This was inspired by a certain post/confession in a group called Diliman Files on Facebook. The OP wrote “Sir, fuck me please.” And the prof replied with “If you get 1.5 or above, I’ll bring you to my condo.” . We haven’t heard if she got 1.5 or of it happened. BUT HER GUTS. HAHA
AGAIN. THANKS FOR READING! :)
Member/Pairing: Nino x (its either Jun or Ohno)
Rating: R - NC-17
Author: chellie
Summary: Nino has never been so motivated in his student life, not until an exquisitely enticing response he got on an exam booklet.
1. “I am so gonna hit that.”
Nino looked up from his thick handout and questioningly glanced at his friend, Mao.
“You’re hitting what?” he asked, looking around the hall for Mao’s prospect for their last semester.
There were about a hundred people occupying the lecture hall and Nino thought about how sharp Mao’s eyes were. Also, they were in their fourth year in university, taking their majors - they’ve met almost everyone.
“I’m hitting that,” Mao, using her pen, pointed at the person sitting at the table in front of the whole class. The man looked younger than most assistants. He wore a maroon cardigan over his blue polo shirt, every now and then adjusting his black rimmed glasses. Nino and Mao both knew he was an assistant because of the purple ID lace he wore around his neck.
“I doubt it,” Nino said. “He doesn’t look like the type. I mean, no one in our faculty is ever the type. Plus, no one ever sees the dirty message.”
“But he looks like he’s new. Who knows he might just take the bait,” Mao said, grinning for confidence.
2. They’ve just finished taking their first departmental exam. Nino looked positive but his friend looked otherwise. He asked her why.
“I forgot to write it,” she muttered. She let out a frustrated sigh. “How ‘bout you? You didn’t forget, did you? For the prof?”
Nino smirked and shook his head.
“Of course I didn’t forget. In my tiniest hand writing - ‘Sir, please fuck me.’”
3. “How’d you do?” Mao peeked at Nino’s test booklet. She grunted upon seeing his score. As usual, Nino scored higher.
“I got 89.” Nino said as he reviewed his answers, hoping to find corrections that could possibly keep him at his GPA. (Nino never denied how conscious he was of his grades).
Other than his answers, he checked if there was any response for the little message he left. Neither he nor Mao ever expected responses to the mischievous messages that they leave for hot professors and assistants since they write it down on pages and spots least expected to be checked or looked at.
“Holy mother of fuck,” Nino said under his breath.
“If you get a 95 as your final grade, I’ll bring you to my apartment.”
He has never been so motivated his entire life.
4. The end of the year has come.
Mao grinned from ear to ear, looking at her final grade. She got a 94. She went outside and waited until Nino came back with his class card, secretly hoping he gets a 93.
“Please, tell me you got anything lower than 95 because I’d hate it if you get your Professor Ohno and I will never ever get my Matsumoto. Ugh. I hate this. Please, tell me you got 94 and I wouldn’t care if we’re in a tie this time, it’s the closest I’ll get to me ever beating you,” she almost whined.
Instead of showing her his grade, Nino showed Mao a note.
“Come to my cubicle on Monday, 4PM. Don’t be late.”
Mao stuck the note on Nino’s forehead and walked away.
5. The campus was almost deserted; almost everyone has gone home for vacation. Nino had to explain to his parents that he had some more stuff to do and he knew they’d let him go considering how hard he’s worked for four years.
He entered the faculty and casually walked towards Professor Ohno’s cubicle. It was exactly 4PM and the other mentors already clocked out. Three cubicles away, he paused, took a deep breath, and asked himself if this was really happening.
He heard someone typing on a laptop.
Indeed, it was happening.
He knocked before taking a peep at the person inside. His mouth went dry when the assistant looked up at him.
“Yes, can I help you?”
Nino froze. He expected to find Prof.Ohno sitting in there, waiting for him so that he can bring Nino to his apartment and screw the living daylight out of him. But there sat, Mao’s crush, Matsumoto Jun.
“Uh.. I’m looking for Ohno-san.”
Matsumoto closed his laptop and removed his glasses.
“What for? Is it important?”
“Not exactly. I just had a question for him.” Nino tried his best not to stutter. “Nothing important. I’ll come back some other time.”
Never coming back. This is embarrassing.
“Sorry for disturbing you.” Nino bowed and quickly headed for the exit.
“Ninomiya-san.”
He was called out before he could even touch the door handle.
“You got a 96 as your final mark, am I right?”
“Y-yes.” Nino slowly turned and saw the assistant leaning against the nearest cubicle with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m in charge of checking exam papers at your side of the class and you left that very inappropriate in your test booklet, am I still right?”
Screw it. He sighed.
“Did you think Ohno-san would read your note?”
“Yes,” he said in surrender. “It was highly inappropriate and I’m sorry.”
“Well,” Matsumoto started taking steps towards Nino. “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen something like that-“
“And it’s the first time someone ever replied,” Nino couldn’t help but cut in. He was tense and one thing he didn’t like about him being tense was he blurted out whatever’s in his mind.
Matsumoto halted about a foot away from Nino. From that point, Nino could see how much taller the man was compared to him and how much those toned arms and chest stretched his dress shirt. Nino gulped at the intoxicating scent the man also emitted.
“We’re not just gonna stand here in silence now, are we?” Jun supposed. “I mean, since you went through the trouble of going here for a fuck, why not let me take you home?”
Nino wanted to say no but the man in front of him just licked his lips. He was sure it was intentional.
5. “I’m a neat freak. Shower first,” Jun said after the door closed behind them. “Second door to the left. Feel free to use the towel in the cabinet. I’ll shower in my room.”
Without another word, Nino went to the bathroom. He stripped down all his clothes and entered the shower. Several thoughts started running through his mind, including how mad Mao would be if she finds out. More than that, he couldn’t help but think of the things that Jun could do to him and vice versa. Sure, the professor was whom he was supposed to be with but to be fucked by the hot assistant wouldn’t be so bad.
He pumped the liquid soap dispenser and made a rich lather on his skin. He gasped when he touched his dick. He was hard, as expected. With the warm water running down his body, Nino started stroking his member, running his hand from base to tip. He bit his lower lip, trying to restrain his moans.
Nino was close to cumming when the shower curtains were drawn.
“Who told you to start without me?”
Matsumoto Jun, in all his naked glory, stepped into the shower with Nino, shoving the man against the wall, sensually holding his face with one hand to kiss him and holding down his hip with the other, giving friction to their nether regions.
Nino took it all in; Matsumoto’s hot tongue inside his mouth, their dicks rubbing against one another, and the firmness of his muscles as Nino ran his hands all over the man’s body.
“Oh shit -- Matsumoto-san..”
“Call me Jun.”
Nino whimpered when Jun lick his way to his earlobe, down to his neck, chest, and his hip where he surely left a hickey. He tried holding on to the tiles and Jun’s shoulder when he felt his hard on suddenly enveloped by the man’s gorgeous mouth.
His reflexes made him thrust once he looked down at the man who looked at him with the same intensity. Nino knew he wouldn’t last any longer as he watched Jun pull back from the base to the tip, then teasing the head whilst encircling it with his tongue.
“You’re going to make me c-come, Jun-san.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Jun answered wittily before going back to devouring Nino’s needy cock.
6. It’s been months and Nino hasn’t been stretched this much since a certain one-night stand. He had to endure the pain. It wouldn’t last long.. pleasure always takes over. No doubt about that.
The head of Jun’s cock slowly made its entrance into Nino’s waiting hole. He rarely does it but he was convinced in letting the guy do him without a condom. They we both breathing heavily once the assistant reached the hilt. His grasp on Nino’s hips was tight and he could see a forthcoming bruise.
If it weren’t for the shower running over their heads, sweat would be rolling down their bodies.
Nino clenched his fist against the tiles in front of him. The worse was over, he thought.
It hurt like hell but the man’s dick inside him was delicious like heaven.
“Are you ready?” Jun seductively whispered in his ear.
Nino nodded and Jun started thrusting into him, hard and deep. Nino reached for his cock and started pumping it just in time with Jun’s thrusts.
Mao would be furious but fuck that. Nino was having the best time of his life and he wouldn’t exchange the experience for anything.
They both let out shameless moans when Jun changes his angle and hits Nino’s spot.
“Oh yes.. r-right there.. mhmm.. Jun-san..” Nino says as he increased his hands pace. He was going to come the second time, his legs were trembling, his heart was racing, and his dick was aching.
“Holy f-fuck. I like how tight you are, Ninomiya.”
Nino’s brain tried to comprehend. Him taking this all in was becoming all too much. His dick, Jun’s cock inside of his hitting him exactly at the right spot, being stretched oh so sweetly.
“Fucking shit. I’m coming! Jun-san, I’m coming!”
One. Two. Three. Four.
Nino releases his seed and it starts dripping down the white wall, flushed by the water and down to the drain. He felt his Jun’s chest heaving right against his back. He also felt the man’s warm cum drizzle down to his thighs.
Jun kissed him on the shoulder and started to rinse them both.
7. He was handed a towel and boxers before being left alone in the bathroom.
Nino looked at himself in the mirror and smirked triumphantly. He’s always been proud of the decisions he made and this was definitely one of them.
He felt his stomach growling. He remembered he hasn’t eaten lunch because of too much excitement. Good thing, Jun offered to make a meal.
He slipped into the fresh boxers and put the towel around his shoulders.
8. He opened the bathroom door and heard that the TV was on. He knew Jun preparing their meal in the kitchen but there was another man comfortably sitting in the living room.
How comfortable? He had his feet up the coffee table, one hand holding a glass of liquor and the other hand lazily draped on the backrest of the long black sofa, his striped blue dress shirt untucked and unbuttoned.
Nino stood there staring eye to eye with the professor. Professor Ohno.
“Ninomiya Kazunari, seated at F8 in the multimedia arts lecture hall. You’ve worked hard, haven’t you?”
He took a sip of his drink and eyed Nino from head to toe.
Nino swore he instantly got hard with the man’s devilish smirk.
--
To be continued?
Author’s note: Thanks for reading! :) As obvious as it seems, I am no pro in writing smut/porn or whatever you want to call it but I did try. haha. Let’s all hope that I get better at this. It seems fun. Tedious (because of all the thoughts that keep on having) but fun.
ALSO. This was inspired by a certain post/confession in a group called Diliman Files on Facebook. The OP wrote “Sir, fuck me please.” And the prof replied with “If you get 1.5 or above, I’ll bring you to my condo.” . We haven’t heard if she got 1.5 or of it happened. BUT HER GUTS. HAHA
AGAIN. THANKS FOR READING! :)