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wc!au: team chenshine - teacher/student
(Anonymous) 2014-07-04 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team chenshine - teacher/student
(Anonymous) 2014-07-04 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team chenshine - teacher/student
(Anonymous) 2014-07-04 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)"Sehun…" Jongdae gasped when he felt a hand playing with his balls. "Y-You… The door… Not locked, we can’t-- Fuck…" he threw his head back against his office chair, a choked moan left his lips as Sehun gave him a particularly hard suck which Jongdae suspected was his way to shut him up.
Jongdae’s nails dug on the leather arm support, stomach clenched and thighs trembling from the effort of not moving against Sehun’s sinful pink lips.
"I think… I think I'm going to come…" he whispered tilting his head forward before letting himself go for the ride as small little whimpers left his mouth that made him sound as pathetic and powerless on Sehun's hands as he was (not that he himself would admit to that).
When his friend from long date Chanyeol had approached him during April that year, offering a job at his father’s school for young and bright and rich-as-fuck “prodigies”, unemployed 26 year-old Kim Jongdae that was a few days away from having to sustain himself with instant noodles couldn’t say no. Until then Jongdae had plagued himself with thoughts that his parents had been right, a music major would never lead him nowhere, sometimes not even when you have the talent to get you far but Chanyeol had given him hope. The pay was a whole lot more than he got for singing at the local bar and although he didn’t know if he had the talent to deal with kids (read: patience), it’s probably life’s best opportunity for him. It had been a blow on his pride but fuck instant noodles to be honest.
The school was so big it compressed primary, middle and high school. Jongdae was filling in for a retiring music teacher, Mrs. Choi or whatever, supposedly an annoying old lady that was going to reap a great pension and leave the country for a big vacation. As opposed to what he thought, he was only giving music classes in the high school section and to more mature students. Jongdae, being from the youngest staff, was also pushed for supervising the self-study sessions for his classes. He hadn't been the brightest student back at his own time in high school but he knew a bit of every subject to help them a little when his students asked for help.
He was pleased to say he had caused a nice impression on all his classes right from the first day. It might have been to do with the fact that Mrs. Choi was a true old hag so the students were expecting a replica of her to show up, although Jongdae was nowhere as strict, if his tiny messy apartment was of any indication. He had been a bit nervous but the students seemed to be on their best behavior at first and even though they had visibly relaxed around him ever since, they weren’t as noisy as he remember his high school class of being. When entering a school filled with students with rich daddies Jongdae had the misconception that most of them were going to be truly grating, arrogant and annoying (a little bit like Chanyeol on his old days), feeling too secure in life and without the will to actually try to be good at something, but he was proven otherwise. His students were too nice, well-behaved, and eager for his praise like they probably were back home. Well, most of his students at least, there was a group of three students he barely had a grasp on which consisted of Kim Jongin, son of a famous professional dancer, Huang Zitao, son of the president of an airline company, and Oh Sehun, son of an entertainment magnate.
Oh Sehun was a cocky little fuck that tried to defy Jongdae right on the first day, with his other two friends snickering and encouraging him on the back. Jongdae had showed him who was boss though with his amazing snarky commentary skills and an involuntary “fuck yourself” which earned him a collective gasp from the rest of the class and a motif to get him fired if any other school personnel had been there to listen.
Apparently no one thought it was important to tell him that Sehun’s dad was a huge contributor to the school ever since the boy began his studies there and it was a no-no to not let Sehun have his way around school.
“Wait.” Jongdae stopped dead in his tracks on the hallway while Chanyeol, as the school’s accountant, explained to him the importance of Oh Sehun and his dad financing the school. “Is this one of those cliché plots in movies where his dad is rich as fuck so everyone has to please his bony ass else his father will personally come here and have you fired?” he squinted at his friend and his expensive Armani suit. Damn, rich people.
“Have you been staring at his ass? I know he’s 18 but he’s still a high schooler, honestly I wouldn’t take you for a --”
“Chanyeol,” Jongdae warned him testily.
“Hey, I was joking. It’s pure business, Jongdae, pure business.” Chanyeol boomed and laughed with his big stupid mouth while patting him on the back. “Why are you getting affected by a high schooler anyway? Make him sit away from everyone and make all the noise he wants in the back of the class. Next year he’ll be out of here.”
“It’s a music class. Silence is important.” Jongdae lifted his brow, defying Chanyeol to continue.
“I’m sure you’ll find an ethical way to deal with this.”
“Yeah sure, ethics” he said exasperatedly, a whine almost slipping from his throat but he didn’t want to show his weakness and sound displeased with Chanyeol, he almost owed him his life because of this job. Or a life without instant noodles.
It seemed like after his tiny outburst Sehun had calmed down but that unnerved Jongdae too. Instead of making noise and disturbing the class, Sehun had taken a liking to stare as intense as he could at Jongdae during his lessons. That soon developed into Sehun stalking popping up everywhere around him in school. Jongdae had been particularly grossed out, and a bit embarrassed for the kid, when Sehun showed up, with his friends in tow like always, after soccer practice with only a sport shorts and football boots. He stopped in front of Jongdae with his usual intense expression and tried to chug a whole bottle of water, more than half of it escaping his mouth and coursing down his neck. Jongdae did not take notice of the riveting drops of water seeping through sweaty pale skin and poor excuse for abs, and his eyes did not trail down to his shorts and back up to his eyes.
“Seriously? Wow.” He tried to keep it down but ended up doubling himself in laughter when he understood what Sehun was trying to do. “I know your father owns the school and everything but it’ll do harm to you to run around half-naked and I’m sure not even your parents would approve.”
Sehun scowled. His assaults on Jongdae didn’t stop, they actually increased in intensity and Jongdae kept saying to himself that it didn’t affect him, not at all. And then, one day, they stopped. To Jongdae’s relief, Sehun started applying himself to his studies during self-study classes and tried to move on from the triangle during music classes. Jongdae thought it had really been the end of it, until Sehun started showing up on his office for tutoring lessons. Sometimes, after Jongdae explained him everything, they’d even talk a bit about things outside school like Sehun’s hobbies, his parents and a bit about his friends; he was starting to sympathize with the kid, really. But then one day Sehun fucked it up and kissed Jongdae out of the blue and Jongdae had secretly enjoyed it. He scolded Sehun but the cocky grin on the other’s face had been enough to tell him that Sehun knew.
Jongdae tried to resist, he really did, and he has no idea how all of this earned him a blowjob in the comfort of his soft leather chair in his office.
Re: wc!au: team chenshine - teacher/student
(Anonymous) 2014-07-04 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)“Not hyung, I’m your teacher” Jongdae’s hand slapped him weakly on the head. His body felt like melting into a poodle of goo in the aftermath of a long due orgasm. He brought his arm to his face, trying to compose himself as he was sure he looked like a wreck at the moment.
However Sehun gave him no time to compose, as he rid the lower part of Jongdae’s body of clothes and picked him up only to put him down on his desk, pushing aside all the paperwork. Sehun positioned himself between his thighs.
“What are you doing!?” Jongdae shrieked, eyes shifting manically between Sehun, his desk and the door. “My work fell onto the ground, asshole!”
“I still want to come, hyung. It’s not fair if you’re the only one.” Jongdae rolled his eyes as Sehun’s expression was one of a wronged person and panicked again when Sehun pulled him by his thighs flush against his hips and cupped his ass.
“Hell no, there’s no way you’re going to fuck me, much less that I’ll bottom for you.” He protested, trying to shift his body on the desk but Sehun had him pinned with his hands on his hips.
“Relax hyung. I’m saving that for later.” Sehun leaned down with the brightest smile and started nipping at his neck, trying to subdue Jongdae. Jongdae shut up and stilled with a mewl. He couldn’t believe the brat found one of his soft spots.
“Sehun…” he protested although it sounded more like a moan and tried to bring his thighs together, keeping Sehun is place. His ass was making contact with the fabric of Sehun’s uniform and he could feel his bulge underneath it, hot and throbbing in arousal and he started to unconsciously rub his ass on it.
“Fuck hyung, that’s good” Sehun groaned in his ear, making him shiver and feel hot all over again.
After that only sounds of ragged breaths and soft moans could be heard as Jongdae kept squirming in Sehun’s hold, causing an amazing friction on Sehun’s dick, and Sehun licking his nipples and kissing and marking his body (something Jongdae would get mad over later on). Only when Sehun slipped one of his hands between them and stroked him that Jongdae noticed his cock was stiff again. Sehun’s hand touched him slowly and deliberately while he kissed him, swallowing down all of his moans and Jongdae trembled in his hold. It felt so good, Jongdae barely could keep himself rational anymore, the slow pace left him wanting more and he wanted it to last.
Sehun licked Jongdae’s bottom lip before releasing him and unbuttoned his own pants, lowering them along with his underwear.
“Help me feel good too, hyung” Sehun’s eyes have Jongdae pinned as he stroked himself while looking at him, the same intense expression which Jongdae was fairly certain at the moment that it meant lust.
Jongdae opened his legs a bit so Sehun could accommodate between them and then pressed them against Sehun’s back once he aligned both of their cocks and took them in his hand. Sehun started a slow pace but Jongdae was having none of it as he tried to thrust into Sehun’s hand, his arms and elbows trying to find a bit of leverage on the wooden desk. In the back of his head he thanked Sehun for not being as stupid as he first let on and soon Sehun was matching his pace as he moved his hips. The room felt too hot and he could feel his back sweating and gluing to the surface beneath him. Sehun’s small gasps had him even more turned on and for a moment he truly looked at him and admired his face, his brows furrowed in concentration, a smart tongue licking his lips and a sharp chin. He let out a loud moan at the realization of Sehun’s handsomeness and when they locked eyes with each other Jongdae’s cock was twitching and spurting and he was coming all over Sehun’s fist.
“Shit,” he gasped and he let his head fall with a thud back on the desk. He kept the eye contact with Sehun, watching him stroke himself until he reached completion and came all over his stomach. “There’s tissues on the first drawer.”
When they were both clean and proper back into their clothes, Jongdae mastered his best death glare and directed it to Sehun.
“Get. Out.” it was a short warning and full of spite emphasized by him pointing at the door but all Sehun did was shrug his shoulders before he scrabbled something on a few of the papers that didn’t fell from Jongdae’s desk.
“That’s an hour and a place, I was hoping to see you there hyung.” Sehun pecked his lips “I was also thinking maybe we should go all the way after our first date but we can decide that after” he gave Jongdae a poor excuse of a wink and then the door was closed.
Jongdae stared at the place where Sehun was for a long moment trying to process what happened. He blinked and looked at the paper on his desk. Then he entertained the thought of instant noodles and then he looked at the door again.
“Fuck.”
Re: wc!au: team chenshine - teacher/student
(Anonymous) 2014-07-04 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team chenshine - teacher/student
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