𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 • 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Scream for Me

: MATURE WARNING :

If at any point you feel uncomfortable and want to skip scroll to the '❤' it's over by then and is just talk afterwards :)

San's footsteps resounded on the floor. They sounded heavy. . .brooding.

Then there was something hard. .cold. long. . . thin. . . bumpy?. .being stroked across his body.

"Can you tell what this is Mr. Jung?" San asked.

Wooyoung was completely at a loss, his nerves were building in his stomach as this foreign object being stroked across his face and down his torso "I don't know s-sir"

"That's ok Mr. Jung, because you're about to learn exactly what this is and does, and why it is most suitable to serve as both punishment for your actions and payment for any tweaks on your tests at my hand in the future"

Wooyoung didn't have to see San to know he was smiling. The olders smile was practically burning holes straight through his tie and his eyelids.

"Are you ready for your punishment and payment Mr. Jung?"

San had stopped referring to what he was doing as disciplinary action, and that plus the smile Wooyoung could sense scared him.

Wooyoung didn't dare say no, but saying yes wasn't so easy either, but finally after a moment to breathe Wooyoung squeezed out a small yes.

"Yes who?" San asked immediately, his tone sharp.

Wooyoung felt like he was shooting himself in the foot every time he forgot to address San correctly.

"Yes Mr. Choi Sir" Wooyoung answered, trying to keep his voice level.

"Good boy" San responded with.

There was silence, dead silence and then. . .

"Let me show you how to give a blow job worthy of changing grades Mr. Jung. A blow job worthy of punishment for naughty students. . .Oh and don't hold anything back" 

With that, something Wooyoung couldn't even fathom in his mind happened.

He'd be an utter fool to believe that thing that had been stroked across his body wasn't the very thing right now, right this moment being inserted into the slit of his cock and pushed down his urethra. All. The. Way. Down.

If the walls were thin then the whole apartment would probably assume someone had been murdered just now.

Wooyoung cried in pain as it went further and further in, those bumps in the item causing him to yelp as they stretched into his cock.

Just what the fuck was it?!

The pain was never ending, just like his tears.

Wooyoung had no idea what was happening, he'd never seen anything being inserted into one's body that way, he didn't even know it was possible. That fact he couldn't see it going in was both a blessing and a curse and for a split second he'd nearly screamed RECESS at the top of his lungs and for San to get whatever the fuck was in him out of him.

But then there was warmth. . wetness.

It would appear the tool, Wooyoung decided to call it, was all the way in, and now Wooyoung's cock was clearly inside San's mouth.

Wooyoung had been feeling immense pain, he still was, but as San's lips gently sucked, as his tongue came out gently pressing at the head of Wooyoung's cock, he was in heaven, and that pain was rapidly turning to pleasure.