part two hundred and thirteen
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Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - got the D, sort of
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 09:36 am (UTC)(link)Sehun slams his pencil onto his desk in frustration. It's a creative writing period, but the only thing Sehun has the motivation to write is the different ways he'd like to fuck Mr. Kim, and he's sure his teacher is better off not reading that. It would be rude to ruin someone's day by getting them turned on and having them wait until the end of they day to relieve themselves. Which is basically Sehun with Mr. Kim every day, but he actually enjoys it.
He turns around to complain to Jongin about his issues, but when he looks over his shoulder Jongin isn't there. Sehun searches the room and find's him on the other side, sitting beside Kyungsoo. They're leaning into one another and giggling like idiots. They actually look kind of cute. This adds salt to Sehun's current saltiness.
He walks over to them, chin held up snootily. "Jongin, I need to talk to you. Come back to our seats." The two boys completely ignore Sehun, stuck in their own little world making hearts at each other.
Ever since Sehun got Jongin to go on that date with Kyungsoo, it's been game over for them. Like they'd found "the one" in each other. Sehun had to deal with a love-stricken Jongin for two whole weeks. Excessive touching, non-stop talk about "cutie soo", and worst of all, Jongin just had to tell Sehun about their nightly sexts. In detail.
It's not as if Sehun is a cockblock, because if there's anything he believes in, it's getting dick. That's the true holy gospel.
But that fact that Sehun's own two friends are getting the D before him? And because of him, too? He can't believe what lovey-dovey monsters he's created. Of all things to fuck up on this earth and Sehun still fucks up like this. Jesus Christ.
Sehun pats his crotch as if his penis needs consolation. Don't worry boy, you'll get your chance too.
Needing a breath of fresh air, Sehun decides to leave the room and roam the halls. Too bad he doesn't have any weed on him right now. It'd be a great time to get high. His desperation for Mr. Kim has gone on for too long and it's slowly eating away at his soul. When did I become this pathetic?
At that moment, Sehun believes God is real because the beautiful being that is Mr. Kim suddenly appears in his vision. He's down the hall, reading a text book in his hands. Sehun freezes in his place but Mr. Kim doesn't notice him, he just keeps on walking straight towards Sehun, all the while reading some damn textbook.
Sehun doesn't know why he does it, but he ducks into the nearest room, which happens to be the bathroom. He keeps his back against the wall, sucking in his stomach as if he's trying to hide from being seen. He takes a peek out the door and sees Mr. Kim still reading, but turning in his direction. Holy shit.
Sehun rushes into one of the stalls and locks it shut. He hears footsteps coming into the bathroom. It has to be Mr. Kim.
Moving quietly, Sehun carefully stands on the toilet to gain height and peep over the stall door. He sees Mr. Kim's back side and internally explodes. Mr. Kim puts his book in his briefcase and sets it down. He then begins to unzip his pants and Sehun's already palming his hard on. Fuck.
Mr. Kim proceeds to piss and Sehun wishes he could record the sound of Mr. Kim's pee hitting the urinal. That's not weird, is it? People get off to weirder shit.
By the time Mr. Kim's done his business, Sehun is on the edge and in fucking shambles. He jumps off the toilet seat and pulls at his hair. His pants are undone, and he's fully hard. He can't let this moment pass. It'd be too pathetic of him to finish himself off in a bathroom stall. He needs to make the best of this. Be more forward.
Sehun can hear the water running, meaning Mr. Kim is washing his hands. Meaning, he'll be leaving soon. Meaning, he has no time to think twice about what he's going to do next.
"Excuse me," Sehun shouts from inside the stall, purposefully lowering his voice. "There's no more tissue left in here. Can you pass me some?"
The water from the sink stops running. "Sure, just give me a second."
Sehun vibrates with excitement, lust and desire pooling at the pit of his stomach. Even more blood rushes to his cock as he hears the footsteps nearing towards him. A hand slips beneath the stall door with a fistful of tissue. "Here you--"
Sehun pulls the stall door wide open causing Mr. Kim to stumble forward. His glasses fall onto the ground, and so does he, on his knees searching blindly for his glasses. Sehun's cock throbs painfully as he stares at Mr. Kim, helpless and on knees right before him. Sehun pulls him up off the ground and shoves him further into the stall, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
"What, what's going on? Who are you?!"
Sehun can't help but giggle. Who knew a distraught Mr. Kim would be this fucking cute?
Sehun shoves him onto the stool, and Mr. Kim's hands start wandering. "Who is this? What's going on?" His hands are roaming Sehun's body, and Sehun is trembling in utter satisfaction. These mere touches are completely destroying him. He had no idea he was this thirsty, this deprived.
It takes a lot out of Sehun to move despite being frisked by his dream man. What he would give to just stand there and be fondled by Mr. Kim. But no, that would make him a selfish brat. And that's not the impression Sehun wants to give, though he's sure he's mad a bad impression enough. (Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good, you know?)
Bending over to pick up Mr. Kim's glasses, Sehun's face comes in close proximity with Mr. Kim's crotch. He pauses there for a moment, staring at the bulge poking through Mr. Kim's pants. Again, Sehun has to force himself to move his ass or else they'll get caught without having achieved anything. Yes, Sehun needs to move quick. Class ends in…fuck. He's lost track of time but he knows class will end soon.
Sehun gives Mr. Kim his glasses, who fumbles to put it back on. Adjusting them on his face comfortably, Mr. Kim gets a good look at the cause of all this commotion and sees Sehun, in his shit-eating grin of glory.
"Sehun?! What in the--"
Sehun stuffs his underwear into Mr. Kim's mouth, then places his hand over his mouth as well. Mr. Kim flails in protest, eyes bewildered. Sehun laughs. He's so cute.
Unzipping Mr. Kim's pants, Sehun expects to be stopped. But he isn't. He takes a glance at his teacher, who's sitting before him with a look of defeat on his face. Sehun's cock is telling him to continue, but for some reason he listens to his conscience and pulls his underwear out of Mr. Kim's mouth. He doesn't get a chance to speak because Mr. Kim is staring at him with piercing eyes. "Make sure no one finds out about this. And I mean it. No one. Ever."
The severity of his tone turns on Sehun even more, if it was even possible to be more aroused, and so he nods in agreement and begins working quickly.
Getting on his knees and pulling Mr. Kim's trousers all the way down to his ankles, Sehun marvels at the expanse of milky skin before him. He can't stop himself from placing butterfly kisses all over, earning him a shallow moan. He spreads Mr. Kim's legs a bit and kisses his inner thighs, tongue teasingly escaping his mouth at times.
Sehun tugs on the waistband of Mr. Kim's underwear--Armani, at that--revealing his cock. It's standing at full length, hard and slightly wet from the pre-come. Sehun smirks at Mr. Kim. "You're into this too, aren't you." Mr. Kim mumbles a be quiet and gently guides Sehun's mouth to his dick.
It's amazing. Giving head is amazing. Sehun lets the head of Mr. Kim's cock hit the back of his throat multiple times. He feels like gagging, but it feels amazing. He then strokes the base of Mr. Kim's dick, lapping at his head while working on his balls as well.
Mr. Kim's splayed onto the stool, hair a mess with sweat beading at his forehead. He quietly moans, letting Sehun take in all of him. He glances at Sehun's pretty pink lips around his cock and thrusts into his mouth, grabbing onto both sides of Sehun's head to control his depth.
Sehun hears Mr. Kim moan his name and he too moans, mouth filled with the length of his teacher. Suddenly, he's being pulled up from the ground and Mr. Kim is undoing his pants. Sehun was so preoccupied with pleasuring Mr. Kim, mouth full with his throbbing member, that he had forgotten all about himself.
Mr. Kim shoves Sehun's cock into his mouth, which elicits a loud moan from the young boy. Mr. Kim looks up at him in warning and Sehun gives him a sheepish grin in return.
Sehun's backed up against the door of the bathroom stall, heaving and grabbing at Mr. Kim's hair. He knows it's very rude of him, but of everything he's done today it's probably the least offensive. Mr. Kim works on him for a few more seconds before Sehun's spilling over, vision going white in ecstasy.
"Holy shit," Sehun breathes. "I just had my first real orgasm."
Mr. Kim chuckles a bit muttering, "You came so quickly. We need to work on that."
Sehun blushes.
The bell rings, indicating class has finished and both Sehun and Mr. Kim jump in surprise. Sehun looks down at Mr. Kim who's finishing himself off, jerking himself quickly and thoroughly. Sehun feels his cock twitch in arousal even though he just came, but he also feels a bit embarrassed for not getting Mr. Kim to come.
Students start piling into the bathroom and Sehun becomes hyperaware of everything going on around him. He pulls up his pants and pulls Mr. Kim off the floor too, situating him on the toilet seat with his knees folded to his chest so no one can see two people in one stall. Sehun's heart is beating so hard he swears the other students in the bathroom can hear it too. Suddenly, Mr. Kim places his hand on Sehun's chest, and brings Sehun's hand toward his. Mr. Kim's heart is racing, too. If not faster.
Sehun looks his teacher in the eye and they both break out into a quiet laughter.
***
Jongin and Kyungsoo both choke on their food. "You did what?!" they yell in unison.
Sehun leans back in his chair, blowing on his nails. He'd finally broke it to his friends about the recent occurrence with his dream man, Mr. Kim Joonmyun.
Sehun looks at his friend's faces with extreme satisfaction. Finally, for once, they're choking on something that's not each other's dicks.
And finally, Sehun has gotten the D.
Well, sort of.
Jongin takes the last bite of his burger, crumpling up the wrapper and throwing it to the ground. "Jesus Christ, Sehun. Are you out of your fucking mind?!" Kyungsoo sticks out his arm in front of Jongin, as if keeping him back from attacking Sehun. Jongin slumps into his chair and sighs in disbelief. "I cannot believe you."
"I know," Sehun says, resigned. "I can't believe I gave the hottest teacher head, either!" He puts up high fives for the both of them, only to be rejected. An awkward silence floats between the three of them. Sehun feels the tension in the air. He hangs his head. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was going to escalate that fast!"
"Why'd you do it, then?" Kyungsoo asks. Sehun can't tell if he's mad, disappointed, or both.
"Well," Sehun starts. "I did it because I didn't think there'd be a chance it would actually get to that point, and I just wanted to have something to brag about to you guys."
Jongin and Kyungsoo both look at him incredulously.
"Hey, don't look at me like that!" Sehun says, accusingly. "You don't know how it feels to be a third-wheeler, pining over someone totally unreachable and unattainable." For a moment, Jongin and Kyungsoo actually feel sorry for Sehun. That is, until he continues, "And I don't either! HA. I sucked Mr. Kim's dick and he sucked mine good bye to the days of lonely third-wheel virginity!"
The bell rings, signalling lunch is over. Jongin and Kyungsoo pack their stuff, picking up their garbage and throwing it at Sehun's face.
"You're trash," Jongin snorts before leaving the room, Kyungsoo following right behind him, muttering, "And technically you're still a virgin…"
"He was wearing Armani underwear!" Sehun yells after them.
Armani. Fucking. Armani.
Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - got the D, sort of
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 09:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - got the D, sort of
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 09:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - got the D, sort of
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 10:01 am (UTC)(link)omg anon this is hilarious lol
Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - got the D, sort of
(Anonymous) 2014-07-11 03:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team sehun [c] - got the D, sort of
(Anonymous) 2014-07-11 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)