Skz Oneshot/concept Book

professor's desk- minchan

Includes// teasing, banter, Chan is like BIG big, like a 15 year age gap, sorta rough, lots and lots of dirty talk, light degradation but in a hot way not humiliating way, semi public sex, excessive usage of the word 'squeak' (you'll get it later), ect.

This is the concept I was talking about in my announcement! Very very excited to write this. Focus on the little details like Minhos glasses and the way Chan touches him 💋💋

"And he wasn't alike to other philosophers,..." Minho talks as he slowly paces back and forth across his lecture room before he notices a voice amongst the rest of the other students, "Christopher is there something you'd like to say?" Minho raises an eyebrow before turning around and walking to his desk.

Chan wolf whistles when Minho turns around,"nothin' I'd like to talk to about besides those pants and that ass."

The class is a chorus of giggles and mumbles in agreement,

"And I bet Changbin would love to talk about your current grade in this class, hm?"

Chans mouth goes dry at the mention of his coach as he looks away in defeat, his ears turning red at the snickers of his classmates.

...

"Uh Coach Seo said I should come see you after practice." Chan says, walking into Minhos classroom.

"Yes, I would hope so," Minho says with attitude, adjusting his glasses so they sit just right on the bridge of his nose.

"What'd you want?" Chan says with a deadpan expression on his face.

"For starters, I'd like for you to stop speaking to me like that," Minho mirrors his expression, "and I want to discuss your behavior, Chan."

Chan rolls his eyes a bit just to taunt Minho, "is this about the stuff I said about your ass? I mean, can you blame me? You know you should wear those pants more, they really ma-"

"What do you want from me?" Minho asks, leaning back on his desk, "i hear about you and your little frat sleeping around and how the girls talk about you, I hear all of it."

Chans lips curl into a smirk, "I mean, I wouldn't mind." He walks up to Minho, so close that Minho has to look up at Chan through the frames of his glasses.

Minho gives him bedroom eyes and a sultry smile, pressing his hand to Chans chest.

"Look hun'. We're about twenty years apart and you're failing my class. You're a college athlete and I'm a college professor, it just doesn't work." Minho says nonchalantly, patting Chans chest with fake sympathy.

"Yea but it can." Chans tone has now lowered three octaves and his hands find their way onto Minhos body.

They move from Minhos butt to his waist, Chan squeezing in a way that makes Minhos breathe stop for a split second.

"I don't get talked about for just any reason," Chan moves down to Minhos neck, "I'd make you feel so fucking good hyung." He whispers low, sealing the statement with a kiss to Minhos neck.

Minhos neck falls back in a silent act of surrender, a quiet and breathy moan parting his lips as Chan kisses his sensitive spot right below his ear.

Chan smirks and continues to kiss Minhos neck, still squeezing on his waist.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Minho says, bringing his hands to Chans head of hair.

"We shouldn't and yet you're here, letting me kiss and touch you like you're mine." Chan squeezes tighter on Minhos waist to accentuate the word 'mine' and Minho keens.

"Come on, just let me make you feel good, Minho." Chan whispers, breathing against the spot behind Minhos ear.

"F-fuck," Minhos voice falters, "f-fine fine. Just this once." He looks up at Chan through his slightly crooked glasses and messy hair.

Chan immediately flips Minho around, bending him over his own desk. Chan pushes Minhos chest to the desk, feeling up his body with rough hands.

"Fuck Im gonna ruin you so fucking hard." Chan roughly says as he feels on Minhos ass, squeezing and kneeding the soft skin.

Minho feels the print of Chans dick from behind and keens at his size. He moves back with a moan, receiving a groan from the man behind him.

Chan slaps Minhos ass, "you don't know how fucking long I'd wanted to see you like this for fuck," Chan uses his hands to tear Minhos pants apart at the seam. "I know I said you should wear these pants more but I don't know if I'd want anybody else seeing you in them."

The possessiveness in Chans voice is making Minhos head spin, subconsciously moving back against Chans hips.

"Fuck please." Minho whines as he tries to adjust his glasses.

"Prep?" Chan questions from behind as he starts to lower his sweats.

"No- fuck just hurry up." Minho moves back constantly, desperate for more friction.

"Fine if that's what you want." Chan spits directly onto Minhos hole, then onto his dick, "I'll take it slow."

Minhos breathe hitches at the size of just Chans tip, his eyes widening behind his crooked glasses.

Chan slowly inches in more as tears start to form in Minhos eyes from the stretch, the pain and pleasure becoming too much too quickly.

"Almost there, you'll be okay," Chan comforts as he rubs on Minhos waist.

The soft words from Chan make it easier to take the 9 inches, but Minho still bites his lip like he life depends on it. When Chans movement stops, he feels like he can breath again.

"Tell me when to move," Chan softly says with a reassuring hand on Minhos back.

About a minute goes by before Minho can relax around the length and he nods as a signal for Chan to move.

He starts to pull Minhos and his own hips apart then back together carefully. Minho lets out a squeaky whimper, his legs going weak.

Chan begins to speed up the pace of his movements. He thrusts hard one time and Minho whines.

"What?" Chan smirks, his grip in Minhos waist tightening, "you like that, hm?"

Chan keeps his thrusts against that specific spot and speeds up.

"Fuck Chan w-wa-ait, ah!" Minhos words become staccato and his whines become squeaks.

"Yea," Chan moves closer to Minhos ear, "like it when I fuck you stupid, don't you?"

Minhos eyes roll back,

"Cmon baby don't be rude. Answer me." Chan pulls Minhos hair and begins to use the head of hair as a handle, his hips getting faster and more powerful.

"Yes fuck, please don't stop- hic-!" Minho squeaks out, his eyes seemingly stuck at the back of his head.

Chans hand lets go of Minhos hair and instead finding its way to his professors hands. He brings both of them behind his back, using them as leverage and balance for his thrusts.

"F-fuck Chan," Minhos mouth is a waterfall of lewd noises, "ah, so close p-please!" Minhos gasp becomes a pathetic squeak.

"Cmon baby, cum on my cock." Chan admires Minhos body, "arch that back for me baby."

Minhos pants are decorated with a wet spot in the front, his mouth open and eyes rolled back as he arches his back.

"So fucking pretty." Chan praises as he pulls out to cum on Minhos back.

Chan tucks himself back into his sweatpants, carefully flipping Minho over so he could he his face.

Minhos cheeks are red and his hair is messy. His lips have a red more than pink tint to them and his glasses are crooked, watery eyes behind them. Chan lets out a small laugh at the sight, seeing how fucked out he looks.

"W-whatever." Minho fixes his glasses.

Doneeee!!!!! 💋💋💋💋
Finishing up the last request of the like 6 I have to do, be ready for new chapters babes!
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