!If you're underaged maybe you can better skip this story!
*note: in this story (probaly only this story) Jack is 16 and Bruce is 32.*
Hey Mr Wonderful
Joker climbs onto the older man's lap, blocking the view of the recent examination papers. "Heyy Brucie"
Bruce sighs. "Do not call me that, Jack." "Joker." Joker corrects, Jack is such a dull name! All of his classmates call him Joker, well, he made them, hehe.
"Joker, then. Get off my lap." Joker pouts and wiggles around on Wayne's lap, and boy, does that guy blush. "Nope." He grins. Now, this guy is one hell of a hard catch. Brucie's reasons? Being a teacher, Joker never really cared, he wants what he wants and he will get who he wanted, simple plan.
"I am attempting to work." Bruce growls, a dark, heavier tone edging into his voice. Joker can tell he is aroused, very aroused. The evidence is digging into his ass. "Not now, Mr Wayne." He whines, throwing his head back.
Bruce knew that this boy means an incredible amount of trouble. It's not just trouble with the school and the potential of losing his career, Bruce has enough money to live a decadent lifestyle for the rest of his life.
No. Chaos follows Joker wherever he goes, like silent shadows that draws Bruce in until he realizes that it was a trapdoor. He prefers calling the boy this name,it fits him, like a glove.
And he fell in.
"C'mon now" Joker grins and tugs his waistband, managing to get out of his pants and into his underwear while Bruce blanks out. "Ya know you want me."
And he does. So Bruce gives in to the mix of anger and sexual frustration and affection he has for his wayward student and nips at his neck, leaving angry red blossoms on pale skin. No doubt the other teens would think that it was the result of idiotic teenage trysts, but Bruce will see them and know better.
He would know that only he is who Joker needs and no one else, none of the girls or boys at the school can touch him, because he is his.
Joker clutches onto the teacher's broad shoulders, trying not to moan too loud. Bruce slips a hand up his shirt and traces patterns of small bruises on his skin, "Mine." Bruce whispers into Joker's ear.
"Yours, Mr Wayne." Joker whispers back, kissing him, and sucking at his bottom lip. "But don't forget that you are mine, too."
Bruce trusts up. They never had sex on school property. Small, stolen kisses here and there but they went back to Bruce's apartment for the more...adult side of things.
"Damn, Mr Wayne," Joker breaths and laughs. "I know you want to bend me over and fuck me right here."
Bruce bites him again, more ferociously. He has a way of making his blood boil, with lust and need.
Their movements becomes more frantic, the clothing only adding to the friction between them, and the moaning becomes harder and harder to hide despite the biting kisses and gasps.
Joker bites into Bruce's shoulder when he comes, the sensory overload that brings him over the edge each time he was with Bruce.
Bruce climaxes with one final thrust, ruining his clothes, but it felt good. Better than when he was with anyone else.
They part and Bruce drops the boy outside the small apartment complex and watch him stumble away deliriously, and feel the guilt come on.
He shakes his head, shaking away the voices telling him that he is a criminal, an evil man for returning the affections of a boy half his age and his goddamned student, after the orgasm wears off.
He shakes those thoughts away.
