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When Mrs Jisoo' replacement showed up one Monday morning about halfway through the school year, Jeongwoo thought it must be a joke.
His first thought was, He doesn't look that much older than me. How the hell can he be a teacher?
His second thought was, He's the hottest guy I have ever seen.
He shifted in his seat, feeling heat pooling in his stomach just from looking at the guy. The teacher was his type - beautiful face, styled lush dark hair, thin-rimmed glasses that not quite hid his big and beautiful black eyes and a pair of lips so luscious Jeongwoo was already imagining kissing them. Not to mention his body - currently covered up by a shirt and tie - tall and beautiful.
"... so in light of that, you've got a new teacher for the rest of the year. Please welcome Mr. Watanabe Haruto."
Jeongwoo blinked and turned his attention back to Principal Choi introducing the new teacher. He tore his gaze away from Mr Watanabe's face and glanced around the classroom; he wasn't the only one practically swooning in his seat. Most of the girls were blushing and smiling widely at Mr Watanabe, and many of the guys looked somewhat in awe.
The new teacher came forward to the front of the class and smiled, and Jeongwoo's heartbeat almost tripled.
I'm so screwed.
~
Jeongwoo stays behind after class today; he's not sure what he's going to do or say, but it's been two months since Mr Watanabe became his teacher, and he can't think, can't function, and he's going to go mad if he doesn't do something about it. Jaehyuk and Junghwan have been egging him on mercilessly all week, and it's finally gotten to the stage when even just thinking about Mr Watanabe has him hard and aching.
"Was there something you needed help with, Mr Park?" Mr Watanabe asks, and Jeongwoo grins nervously.
"Um. I've been having a bit of trouble with the latest chapter in the textbook, sir. I was wondering if you had a few minutes go to over it with me?"
Mr Watanabe smiles and nods. "Sure. Uh, bring your stuff up to the front, and we'll take a look."
Jeongwoo grins unabashedly when he sees the flush in Mr Watanabe' face. He grabs his bag and books and brings them up to the front, flopping down in one of the front desks, blatantly adjusting his cock in his pants. Mr Watanabe blushes even more, glancing down at Jeongwoo's crotch, and Jeongwoo bites his lip nearly clean through when he notices the distortion in the front of Mr Watanabe' suit pants.
"Are you okay, sir?" Jeongwoo asks, grinning cheekily at his teacher as he skirts the heel of his palm lightly over his erection. "Is it too hot in here or something?"
"Mr Park..."
"It's Jeongwoo. Mr Park is my father, okay?"
"Fine. Jeongwoo. What did you need help with?" Jeongwoo can see Mr Watanabe' composure starting to slip; he licks his lips and fixes his teacher with a smoky look, spreading his legs wide and leaning back in his chair.
"Well..." Jeongwoo looks down at his crotch and then back at Mr Watanabe. He can see his teacher's glasses fogging up slightly and his chest working as he breathes heavily, staring at Jeongwoo like he's about to attack.
"Jeongwoo. I can't do that," Mr Watanabe says, his voice wavering slightly in the face of Jeongwoo's attempted seduction.
"Why not?" Jeongwoo whispers. "Don't you want me?"
"God," Mr Watanabe breathes and crosses the short distance between them in two long strides. He's in Jeongwoo's face before he knows it, leaning in to kiss him, and with the first touch of his lips, Jeongwoo's done for.
Jeongwoo's kiss is eager, needy, and more enthusiastic than anything else, and it takes all Haruto's will power to not just push the kid on the desk and just fuck him. He's drawing dangerously close to not giving a damn that all the other teachers are in a meeting just a few doors away, that he was meant to be giving Jeongwoo some after school tips on the paper due next week, because Jeongwoo's goddamned eyes are gonna be the death of him. Not to mention the way he moans and whimpers; Haruto hasn't come in his pants since he was a teenager, and he'll be damned if it happens today.
The young teacher pushes Jeongwoo back into a chair and kneels in front of him. He works in opening the boy's pants as he keeps his mouth locked with Jeongwoo's.
"Sir..." Jeongwoo whines, his lower lip caught between his teeth, "are we gonna get caught?"
Haruto, who is kneeling between Jeongwoo's thighs, smirks as he strokes Jeongwoo's cock in his hand. It's half dark in the computer lab, but Haruto can see Jeongwoo's eyes shining with lust. He leans forward and takes Jeongwoo's tie in a firm grip, tugging him down.
"Be quiet," he hisses into Jeongwoo's mouth. "Just… hush, okay? Meetings always run over, we got a good fifteen minutes."
Jeongwoo nods slightly, loosening his iron grip on Haruto's jacket.
Jeongwoo really hadn't been intending things to go this far today. But Haruto had looked so good today, Jeongwoo couldn't resist anymore.
Haruto looks up. "You want me to stop?" He lowers his head slightly again, and delicately licks the tip of Jeongwoo's cock. The boy twitches and moans, clutching at his chair on either side of him.
"No…"
Jeongwoo's hair is flopping over his eyes; he tries tossing his head back because Haruto' mouth is on his dick and that's something no one should miss, especially with those lips of his, but dammit, he's all sweaty and oh holy fuck his teacher's mouth is so fucking hot and wet. It's pure liquid pleasure, and Jeongwoo almost flies off the table when he feels a callused finger stroking behind his balls. His hips are bucking helplessly, and it's probably been about fifteen seconds since Haruto started sucking him and Jeongwoo's about to embarrass himself.
"Sir..." he whimpers, and Haruto has to reach down to grip his own dick firmly by the base. It's throbbing and wet in his pants, and all he can think about is pulling Jeongwoo's pants all the way off, pushing his legs up, and thrusting himself deep into Jeongwoo's virgin ass. He groans around his mouthful of cock, loving the heat and firmness on his tongue, and Jeongwoo's hands grip his hair as he comes in a great rush. Haruto swallows and chokes and grunts, sweat dripping from his hair into his eyes as he licks Jeongwoo's cock clean, enjoying the pained murmurs from the boy above him.
"I..." Jeongwoo's lost for words, a rare event for him. Usually he can't keep his mouth shut; he'll babble for hours if no one stops him. His teachers had given him a dozen detentions or more during his time at school because he can't keep his mouth shut.
"Hey," Haruto murmurs, and Jeongwoo realizes he'd zoned out for a moment there.
"Hmmm?"
"You wanna give me a hand now?"
Jeongwoo's eyes are drawn irresistibly to Haruto' hands, hurriedly unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. He takes Jeongwoo's hand in his own, guiding it down to his erection, and Jeongwoo lets out a little moan when he wraps his hand around Haruto' cock and starts tugging it lightly. Their mouths crash together in a sloppy kiss; Jeongwoo can't help but think how crazy is the fact that Haruto tastes like Jeongwoo's come, and he tightens his grip and pulls harder. Haruto grunts and moans and sounds like a porn star or something (not that ridiculous kind, of course) and Jeongwoo's surprised when his teacher comes hard into his hand not a minute after Jeongwoo started jacking him off. It's warm and wet and Jeongwoo's not sure what to do with it; he continues stroking Haruto' softening dick till the man winces and gently pushes his hand away.
There's silence in the computer lab; Haruto's trying his damnedest to get his breathing under control, trying to compose himself, and that composure nearly fails when Jeongwoo brings his hand to his mouth and licks himself clean. Haruto pulls his handkerchief out of his pocket and cleans himself and Jeongwoo up as much as possible, and just as they're tightening ties and straightening hair, the door to the lab opens.
"Are you done in here?" It's Coach Doyoung - nice guy, but not someone you want to get on the wrong side of. Jeongwoo gulps, but Haruto is all calm, cool, and collected.
"Yeah, just finishing up. Meeting over?"
"Just now. Don't forget to lock up." The door closes quietly behind him, and Jeongwoo takes a deep breath.
"Uh."
Haruto cracks a grin. The kid's so damned shy; something Haruto is certain is an act, especially after Jeongwoo seduced him, for god sakes.
"Let me know if you need any more help with the assignment, Jeongwoo," he says easily, tossing Jeongwoo his bag and jerking his head towards the door. Jeongwoo's smile lights up the whole room, and as he leaves, Haruto studies the kid's ass and considers what topics to cover in the next tutorial.
~*~
Haruto feels like he's back in high school again, trying desperately not to get a much feared erection at an inappropriate moment. For example, when one is standing at the board attempting to explain something to a large room full of students. He thinks studiously about css and JavaScript, but when he turns back to face the class and sees Jeongwoo's wolfy stare, he decides it's time to do a pop quiz.
As he goes to sit behind his desk, Jeongwoo's gaze follows him. He can almost guess what the other is thinking: I can see how horny you are .
He hates Jeongwoo's guts. He really does.
~
"No fuckin' way," Jaehyuk scoffs the next day at lunch, tearing out a clump of grass and throwing it at Jeongwoo.
"Dude, I'm not kidding," Jeongwoo laughs, easily dodging the poorly aimed projectile. "He pulled my cock out and sucked me off, right there in the middle of the computer lab."
"This can't be real," Junghwan groans, making a face. "Why do you always gotta be so graphic?"
"Was he any good?" Jaehyuk asks, sounding interested despite himself.
Just like that, Jeongwoo's hard again. He is ready to put into words the best experience he had in his life when he is called.
"Mr Park!" Haruto calls out when the bell rings, "Stay a moment, if you would."
Jeongwoo can't resist giving the thumbs up to Jaehyuk and Junghwan, who both roll their eyes as they leave, and fights the grin on his face as he saunters up to Haruto' desk. Moments later, the classroom is empty, and Jeongwoo can hear his classmates banging up and down the hallways as they rush to be the first out of the school.
"Is something wrong, sir?" Jeongwoo asks innocently, loosening his tie and ruffling his hair up. Haruto bites his lip and frowns.
"Look, Jeongwoo... about what happened yesterday... It shouldn't have happened, and I'm sorry. I took advantage of you, I'm in a position of authority here, Jeongwoo, and..."
"Sir." Jeongwoo interrupts the other not letting him keep talking any further lies. He takes a step forward and wraps his hands around the lapels of Haruto' jacket to bring the teacher closer to him. "I think I took advantage of you, sir," Jeongwoo breathes quietly, trying not smikr, and Haruto' eyes turn dark. They're so close they're sharing each other's breaths, and Jeongwoo can almost feel Haruto' lips against his. He feels a hand slide up his chest and take a firm grip on his tie, and then they're kissing, hard and wet and glorious. Haruto' glasses are pressing into Jeongwoo's cheek, his hands stroking Jeongwoo's face gently and softly, completely contradicting the forcefulness of his kiss. Jeongwoo can't help it; he's moaning and growling into his teacher's mouth, pulling him closer until their bodies are flush against one another.
Haruto's had his fair share of kisses. Probably more than his fair share, if the truth be known. He's fucked and been fucked, he's licked and sucked and rimmed, tied up and been tied up, you name it, but the moment he feels Jeongwoo's tongue venture shyly into his mouth, all the experience he's had flies out the window. He can feel Jeongwoo's huge hands stroking his back, feel his young body eagerly pressed against him, oh God, can feel his cock straining in his pants. Jeongwoo's panting and moaning, kissing him with abandon, rubbing his cock against Haruto's thigh.
"Oh God," Jeongwoo whimpers, pulling away from the kiss and burying his face in Haruto's neck. He holds Haruto tighter, rutting helplessly against his thigh, and Haruto's so hard he thinks he could explode. He tilts Jeongwoo's head up and reaches for his mouth again, for those soft, sweet lips, when there's movement outside the door.
They spring apart faster than Jeongwoo would have thought possible, and the door creaks open to admit the janitor and his funny smelling mop. Jeongwoo takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his mussed hair, and he can hear Haruto breathing hard next to him.
"You two gonna be long?" the janitor asks, his voice surly and bored.
"Sorry Kwoni," Haruto says calmly, "but we're gonna be a while. You wanna come back in an hour or so?"
Kwoni, the janitor, glares at Jeongwoo briefly, and Jeongwoo gives a cocky raise of an eyebrow in return. He's not scared of Kwoni; even though the man's surly as hell and frequently threatens to lock students in his supplies closet, everyone knows he's really a softie at heart. He leaves and slams the door behind him, and Haruto goes to lock it.
When he turned back, Jeongwoo's sprawled on his desk on his back, his legs spread. Haruto takes a deep breath and tries to control the desperate urge to tear Jeongwoo's pants off of him immediately. Instead, he stands by the door and just watches for a moment. Jeongwoo's breathing deeply, his erection obvious from this angle, and as Haruto watches, Jeongwoo slides a hand down and palms himself through his pants.
"Jesus," Haruto mutters, and Jeongwoo props himself up on his elbows, staring back at him.
"What do you wanna do, sir?" Jeongwoo asks quietly. "Cause I'm wide open to suggestions." He spreads his legs further, sitting up and almost straddling the desk. Haruto swallows, his eyes drawn to the sharp outline of Jeongwoo's cock, and when Jeongwoo reaches down and unbuckles his belt, Haruto's a lost cause. He's on Jeongwoo in a second, pulling at the kid until he's sitting right on the edge of the desk. It's just like it was last night, Jeongwoo panting and moaning into Haruto's mouth, rubbing their cocks together, and Jeongwoo seems to be on the verge of orgasm when Haruto pulls away.
"What..." Jeongwoo whimpers, his hips jerking forwards, trying to get more of that sweet friction with Haruto' body. Haruto looks him in the eye, his glasses slightly steamed up, and he looks mighty serious all of a sudden.
"I want to... Jeongwoo, have you ever..."
"Had sex?" Jeongwoo says calmly, or as calmly as he can while his insides are dancing and cheering. "No, but someone blew me once." He grins cheekily, and Haruto chuckles quietly.
He leans forwards until his mouth is right next to Jeongwoo's ear, and breathes, "You're mighty cocky, boy." Jeongwoo isn't sure how to respond, and when he hesitates, Haruto pulls him off the table, turns him around, and pushes him forwards. A warm hand finishes unbuckling his belt, and Jeongwoo whimpers when he hears the slow grating sound of his zipper being pulled down. Rough skin palms Jeongwoo's ass as his pants and boxers slide down his legs until they're around his ankles.
"I think you're dying for this," Haruto breathes in Jeongwoo's ear. Fuck, just the sight of the kid bent over the desk, his pants around his ankles and his ass in the air, is almost enough to do Haruto in. He bites back a groan, and squeezes the base of his cock to keep himself under control. Jeongwoo's wiggling his ass, and he turns his head to face Haruto, a snarky grin on his face.
"I ain't got all night, sir ," Jeongwoo drawls, and oh, that's it. Haruto's tired of this kid, this eighteen year old, being in control, and he finds himself digging around in his desk drawer for his ruler. Jeongwoo's eyes widen when he sees it, and Haruto grins cockily.
"Not so smart now, are we?" he purrs, sliding a hand over Jeongwoo's smooth ass. The boy whimpers softly, hands gripping the sides of the desk as he bucks his hips slightly. Haruto takes a deep breath and raises the ruler, bringing it down on Jeongwoo's ass with a smack. Jeongwoo writhes and moans, his cock hard and leaking against the desk, and Haruto leans forward to kiss the red welt on the smooth skin in front of him.
"You like that?" he says quietly, tongue working its way around as Jeongwoo pants and bucks his hips under him.
"Yeah... fuck," Jeongwoo gasps, his hair falling in his eyes and his hands clutching at nothing as Haruto licks his fucking ass. Jesus, Jeongwoo had been kinda hoping for another blowjob, but damn , this is about a million times better. He almost bites through his tongue when he feels Haruto' hands spread his cheeks apart, and then that hot tongue is sliding up his crack, circling his hole teasingly.
"Oh fuck! " Jeongwoo yells, unable to keep quiet. "Sir... please, I need ... fuck, sir..."
"Not today," Haruto says quietly, his voice sounding a bit sad. "Don't have any lube, so it's gonna be fingers only."
"In... in my bag," Jeongwoo gasps. He reaches blindly down, his fingers trailing across the strap, and he drags it up onto the desk to rummage around inside as Haruto kneels behind him and teased his ass with his tongue. Papers, cables and pens fly everywhere as Jeongwoo whimpers and moans, trying to find what he stuffed in his bag just before leaving that morning, not really thinking he'd have any need for them, but just in case...
Just as Jeongwoo's fingers close on the small tube of lubricant and the condom, Haruto slides a finger into Jeongwoo's ass. He curls it slightly, and presses firmly against something which has Jeongwoo's cock jerking and twitching in an effort to come.
"Oh God. What... what was..." Jeongwoo doesn't really care what the fuck that was, as long as he feels that again, and he reaches behind himself with the lube and condoms, passing them to his teacher.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Haruto growls. The little shit must've planned this. He doesn't really care too much, though, more interested in getting his cock inside Jeongwoo's ass than whatever might have been going on in Jeongwoo's head this morning. He stands up, ignoring Jeongwoo's disgruntled sounds at having Haruto's tongue out of his ass, and spreads lubricant on his fingers before sliding them back inside that tight, wet, virgin heat. It makes him feel powerful knowing that no one has ever done this to Jeongwoo before, knowing he's the first person to suck his dick, to lick his ass, to fuck him over a desk. He is Jeongwoo first in everything and hopefully in the future more fun stuff will come as well.
Haruto pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of Jeongwoo, his lanky frame twitching and sweating, his ass shiny and red from the ruler and Haruto's tongue. His hair's all over the place, and Haruto can easily imagine tangling his fingers in it as he fucks Jeongwoo hard. The kid's right on the edge, and Haruto decides that now is a really good time to slide the condom on and press his cock against Jeongwoo's ass.
Oh fuck, there's no going back. Jeongwoo's shirt is sticking to his body, his tie seems too tight, and Haruto' cock is poised at his entrance. His teacher hesitates, and Jeongwoo clenches his teeth and presses back, grunting quietly as his ass is stretched, burning pain, oh God, it hurts , and Haruto is going so damned slow, one hand stroking Jeongwoo's back under his shirt, the other gripping his cock firmly and starting to stroke.
"Shhh..." Haruto hushes, going as slowly as he can. Jeongwoo's whimpering and moaning, his cock only half hard in Haruto's hand, his ass unbelievably tight and hot. He doesn't know how he's gonna last more than a couple of thrusts like this. He stops once he's all the way in, and just strokes Jeongwoo's cock slowly and reaches under his shirt to gently tease his nipples. Jeongwoo's breathing is erratic and heavy, and it's a long minutes before Haruto can tell he's ready for more. He moves back slightly before pushing in again, and Jeongwoo's head falls back onto Haruto's shoulder.
"Good?" Haruto whispers in Jeongwoo's ear, his tongue flicking out to tickle the earlobe. Jeongwoo nods quickly, spreading his legs as far as the pants tangled around his ankles will allow, and bends over again.
"Come on, sir," he says, the cockiness back in his voice. "That's all you got?"
Haruto stops, his mouth falling open in shock. "You want more?" he snarls, pulling back sharply and thrusting in hard. Jeongwoo grunts and inhales sharply, his fingers clawing at the sides of the desk. Haruto takes a firm grip on Jeongwoo's hips, and leans over.
"Hold on," he growls, and Jeongwoo can't do anything except groan and whimper as Haruto starts pounding him, his hips slapping against Jeongwoo's ass with every thrust, his fingers digging into Jeongwoo's hips. There'll be bruises tomorrow, and Haruto's gonna want to see them.
It's simultaneously the most painful thing Jeongwoo has ever experienced, and the most arousing. He's getting fucked, he's having actual sex with something other than his hand, and he can't get enough. Haruto' cock fills him completely, sliding in and out and pressing against every sensitive point in its path. Jeongwoo gasps and groans and reaches down to wrap his hand around Haruto' fist, forcing him to jerk him off harder, faster.
It comes to a head in moments; Jeongwoo's gasps reach a peak, and Haruto feels the kid's cock jerk in his grip, fluid shooting from the head and covering his hand and the papers across his desk. He groans and pulls Jeongwoo up so his back is pressed against Haruto's chest. He bites down hard on the back of Jeongwoo's neck, right on the hairline, and comes with a muttered oath, hands holding Jeongwoo so tight the kid gasps for breath after a few moments.
The classroom falls silent, echoing with the sounds of their fucking. Jeongwoo can hear sounds far away - the football team practicing, some kid banging around with the lockers - but the most immediate sound is Haruto breathing hard against his neck. He unwraps his teacher's arms from where they're locked around his waist, and winces as he slides free of Haruto' cock.
Oh God. Oh God. Haruto can feel the color draining from his face as he realizes what he's just done. He's just fucked a student - a student! - over his desk. At school. As if the blowjob last night wasn't enough to seal his fate, now he's gone and fucked Jeongwoo. Who, with one word, could get him worse than fired. It's a fucking disaster, and Haruto feels himself start to shake as he grabs a box of tissues from his desk drawer and starts to clean himself up. He's struggling to do his belt up again when he feels a hand on his shoulder, and looks up into the wide-eyed, innocent gaze of one Park Jeongwoo, he who probably just cost Haruto his fucking career.
"Sir? Um. I'm not gonna tell anyone, y'know." Jeongwoo bites his lip, hoping he can get through to his teacher that it's gonna be okay. Jeongwoo's not stupid; he knows damned well the rules about teacher/student relationships.
"Jeongwoo. We can't..." Jeongwoo raises a finger and presses it against Haruto' mouth.
"I said, I'm not gonna tell a soul. Well, except Jaehyuk and Junghwan, but they're not gonna tell anyone. And, well, maybe next time we could do this somewhere a little less obvious?" Jeongwoo casts his eyes around the computer lab, and Haruto grins.
"Look, I'm sure I don't have to tell you how important it is that you keep this to yourself. And make sure your friends know that if they say a word, I'll probably be arrested."
"I'm eighteen..." Jeongwoo starts, but the teacher interrupts him.
"That doesn't matter. I'm your teacher, I'm in a position of authority, and until you are finished school, that's how it has to be. If Principal Choi were to even hear a rumour about us, I'd be outta here before five minutes passed."
"Yeah," Jeongwoo sighs. "So. Uh. Do you wanna help me study tomorrow? There's rooms and rooms full of stacks in the library which no one ever goes into. You just gotta watch out for Mino - he's a bit of a psycho."
"Mino?"
"Librarian. I swear, I think he keeps a shotgun under his desk to use on people who return books late."
Haruto laughs softly, and tosses Jeongwoo a tissue. "Clean yourself up, and I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, and Jeongwoo?"
Jeongwoo turns back as he's leaving the room. "Yeah?"
"Don't think you can get out of your assignment just by bending over a desk for me."
Jeongwoo laughs as he leaves the classroom.