"Don't forget," Wonwoo called over the various heads of his students as they filed out of the classroom, "Your projects are due end of next week, any failure to turn them in will end in-" the door slammed shut behind the last student, "- immediate detention." Wonwoo finished to himself with a sigh.
"Don't worry, Sir, I heard you." A voice rang from the back of the classroom. Wonwoo looked up to see one last student in the room, offering him a sympathetic smile.
"Kim Mingyu," Wonwoo smiled back, "You should probably be getting to your next lesson."
"You see," Mingyu perched on his teacher's desk, "I have a couple free periods now."
"Mingyu-"
"And," Mingyu cut him off, "I know you do too, Sir."
Wonwoo put his hands either side of Mingyu's thighs to lean on the desk and look into his student's eyes. "Fucking. Damnit, Mingyu. Why do you do this? Do you know how much trouble we could get into? Me, especially?"
"Yep," He smirked, biting his bottom lip, "The more dangerous, the better, I say."
"When have you ever said that?" Wonwoo shot back with an eye roll.
"Just now, you heard me." He responded smugly, before lightly grabbing wonwoo's tie and pulling him down into a kiss. Wonwoo lost every single slight doubt or apprehension he'd had only minutes ago as he felt the all too familiar tingle of Mingyu's lips on his. His hands moved to the back of Mingyu's head, tangling one in his hair and placing the other on his neck, pulling him even closer to wonwoo. Their lips moved perfectly in sync, growing more sloppy, desperate and hungry with every second.
Wonwoo moved further between Mingyu's legs, pulling him closer to the edge of the desk, as the kisses got more intense. His hips bucked against mingyu and his hands pushed mingyu's hips to meet his own. He knew moans were bubbling in his throat as he felt his student grow harder against him and whimper into his mouth. It was so so wrong but so so right, and wonwoo would risk losing his job just to take this boy on his classroom desk right then and there.
"Fuck sake, Wonwoo, touch me or something?" Mingyu complained between kisses. Wonwoo pulled away from his student and said, "Just because i'm about to shag you against my desk, that doesn't mean i'm not still your teacher. It's 'Sir', to you." Pure lust flashed across mingyu's eyes as he yanked wonwoo back down into a desperate kiss with two handfuls of his shirt.
Their hips continues to roll into each other and buck against whatever their crotches could make contact with as their panting increased. "Take your shirt off." Wonwoo instructed Mingyu.
"But, sir, it'll crease and everyone will know what happened."
"Would you rather a creased shirt, or hickeys precisely where i know the whole fucking world can see how good i made you feel."
"Oh fuck that." Mingyu laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. As soon as the material left his shoulders, Wonwoo's lips were against his collar bones, nibbling and sucking all the right places to make Mingyu moan and pant the most delicious strings of profanities and dirty talk. He wrapped his legs around Wonwoo's waist and pushed himself up off the desk, a pencil pot and a couple books falling off in the process.
"My desk," Mingyu commanded, "...sir. My desk please, Sir."
Wonwoo seemed satisfied enough, and carried mingyu to his desk at the back of the classroom. He sat Mingyu onto the plastic chair, and took a seat himself on the desk. "I can't?" Mingyu stuttered, confused and heavily breathing, "I can't? reach you from here, Sir?"
"I said i'd give you a D if your exam prep didn't improve, did i not?"
Mingyu licked his lips and laughed, "You're so cringey, sir." But even so, his hands flew to wonwoo's belt, undoing his buckle and pulling it from the loops. He was about to throw it to the side before Wonwoo stopped him. "For later."
Mingyu felt his trousers get even tighter than before at the thought of what 'later' entailed. He got Wonwoo's suit trousers off in one swift motion, then began to run his flattened tongue the whole way along wonwoo's length through the material of his boxers, rubbing circles into his thighs with his thumbs. As he traced wonwoo through his boxers with his tongue, his hot breath and low humming meant wonwoo bucking into his mouth over and over, almost at the edge without even getting to take his underwear off, let alone fuck the boy. Without warning, mingyu yanked at Wonwoo's waistband until his boxers were at his knees, and Mingyu's lips were tight around Wonwoo's tip. "Fuck, Mingyu. shit-"
"Sorry, Sir. Too soon?" He spoke breathily against Wonwoo's length, looking up at him through his eyelashes.
"I want you choking and gagging around me, or i WILL have you expelled." Wonwoo growled, lacing his fingers into Mingyu's hair and throwing his head back as he felt his student's tongue swirl around him. "Remind me- fuck- remind me how old you are again, Ming- Mingyu, fuck-" Wonwoo managed to ask between moans and pants.
"16, sir" Mingyu said as quickly as he could, so he could take Wonwoo into his mouth once again. Something about the 10 or so year age gap made Wonwoo really want to slam into Mingyu then and there, so he bucked straight into the younger boy's throat.
Feeling Mingyu choke on his length sent Wonwoo reeling. "Get off me." He growled, yanking Mingyu's head back by his hair and crashing their lips together. Within seconds Wonwoo was back at Mingyu's not-so-flawless collarbones, darkening them even more with hickeys. Wonwoo kicked the chair out from behind the desk and bent Mingyu over the surface.
"I'm already prepared, sir."
"You- what?" Wonwoo asked.
"Why do you think I always leave your lesson to 'go to the toilet' 5 minutes before the end?"
"Fuck, Mingyu, why is that hot?" Wonwoo growled, positioning himself behind Mingyu and grinding into his ass, the fabric of Mingyu's trousers against his bare skin driving him crazy. Mingyu took his own trousers down, along with his boxers, and began to pump his length beneath the table.
"No?" Wonwoo said assertively, taking Mingyu's hand away, "That's my job only. Now stay still." Wonwoo grabbed the belt from earlier and attached it to mingyu's, then wrapped it over the student's back and under the table, restraining him to the desk. He then gagged Mingyu with his tie, and used Mingyu's tie to keep his hands behind his back. "You move an inch, or break that gag, and you'll regret it, kid."
Mingyu nodded an understanding as Wonwoo pulled the seat back up and sat down. Mingyu was confused as to where Wonwoo had gone. Why'd he stopped? What was happening? Had someone walked in? Why did he sit down? Had mingyu done someth- fuCk.
Wonwoo snaked his tongue in and around Mingyu's ass, eating him like he'd been dreaming of it his whole life. Mingyu could barely contain his moans, tears of pleasure streaming down onto the desk and his loose, mangled screams and moans barely muffled by the gag. As Wonwoo made miracles with his tongue in Mingyu's ass, he began to scratch his fingernails down the boy's back with one hand, and feel underneath him to pump him at the same time.
Mingyu gave out one more delicious moan and Wonwoo had had enough. He ripped off Mingyu's gag, right as he ploughed into him.
"fUCK, SIR, shIT- Fu- Fucking- Wonwoo i-" Mingyu screamed as Wonwoo pulled out of him at a painfully slow pace, and angled his equally as slow entrance perfectly. Every tantalising movement was filling mingyu entirely, and hitting every spot that made his toes curl and his lip bleed from how hard he was biting it.
"Sir, pleas-" Mingyu panted. The second Wonwoo heard such a fucking hot sound roll off of Mingyu's lips, he began fucking into him at a pace that caused a magnificent creaking noise to echo across the classroom. Holding onto the tops of mingyu's shoulders, he bucked his hips into him repeatedly, taking one hand to Mingyu's cock to pleasure him at the same time. Mingyu's moans could surely be heard at the other side of the school, but having such a tight heat around him and a sweaty, moaning, gorgeous teenage boy below him meant that wonwoo was too close to his climax to care.
He pulled out of Mingyu and he panted and groaned at the loss, until Wonwoo untied him from the table and stood him up. The older sat himself on the table, his feet resting on the chair. He took Mingyu's still bonded hands and hooked them over his neck, the student's fingernails instantly finding Wonwoo's neck. He lowered Mingyu onto him, looking him directly in the eyes as he did so, and Mingyu's tied hands tried their best to grip onto him. The younger boy breathed into Wonwoo's neck, "Fuck, sir, fuck me harder than i've ever been fucked, make me scream, sir, let me make your back bleed with scratches, make me feel like i've never felt, get tears streaming from my eyes, sir. Show me what it's like to be a teacher's pet."
Wonwoo ripped the tie from Mingyu's wrists and began bouncing him down onto his hips, each thrust hitting Mingyu's prostate relentlessly. As soon as the thrusts began, Mingyu's fingernails clawed at his back, finding grip and drawing blood, as promised. Wonwoo's strong arms lifted Mingyu off of his length, only to force him back onto it again. Every single entrance made Mingyu yelp and swear and moan and scream and pant. His "fuuuuuckkk"s turbulent and bumpy from the pace he was slamming into wonwoo at.
"Touch- fuck- Touch me, sir pl-please, I, fuCk wonwoo fucking. touch me, shit."
Wonwoo smirked and took Mingyu into his hand, jerking him off to match the thrusts. Their foreheads touched, dripping with sweat, as wonwoo fucked relentlessly into his student.
"Sir, i'm close."
"Good." Wonwoo whispered into Mingyu's jaw before sucking a single hickey into it and biting down on Mingyu's shoulder, causing him to release onto Wonwoo's chest. Wonwoo continued to thrust into him, however, and with his teacher's hand still on his cock, Mingyu's head began to spin and his toes and fingers went tingly, his eyes closed lightly as Wonwoo kissed him and finally let himself go inside of Mingyu.
Wonwoo dressed Mingyu and checked him over for any traces of him, then Mingyu did the same for his teacher. They stayed there for a while, just holding each other, kissing with passion and love rather than lust and horn. Mingyu playing with wonwoo's fingers, and Wonwoo kissing mingyu's face all over.
"It's difficult for me, you know?" Wonwoo sighed.
"What do you mean, love? i mean sir, sorry." Mingyu stumbled.
"That. That's difficult. The fact that I am 'sir'. I can't be your love, sweetheart, baby, honey, none of that." Mingyu could see Wonwoo tearing up as he spoke, and he hated it.
"One day, Wonwoo, love. I leave school at the end of this year, then, we can be anything you want us to be."
"I'd really love that, baby." He whispered.
"Hey, I'd love that too. Heck, i love YOU, Wonwoo." Mingyu spoke between kisses.
"I love you too, Mingyu." Wonwoo cooed, rubbing their noses together before planting a kiss to the tip of Mingyu's. "But you're still getting a C on that paper."
