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everyone at school knew Mr. Lee Juyeon.
he was the type of teacher you only see in dramas, too good-looking to be real, sharp black hair always brushed neatly, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose when he taught, and an expression so cold and unreadable that even the bravest students didn’t dare approach him unless necessary.
they called him cold, scary even. still, that didn’t stop students from swooning every time he entered a room, hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks, voice low and emotionless as he read attendance.
and then there was Eric.
Sohn Youngjae. the school’s troublemaker. the loud one. the one who hated studying, who barely showed up to class unless forced.
but strangely…
Mr. Lee’s classes were different.
Eric showed up early for those. every. single. time.
he sat at the back of the room, gum hidden beneath his tongue, slouched in his seat with a lazy grin. but his eyes?
they followed Juyeon with a kind of feral attentiveness no one else noticed.
at first, Juyeon thought nothing of it. another bratty student, another headache.
until it started to get odd.
tests. Eric, despite being capable, always failed miserably. not even trying. assignments blank.
and every time, Juyeon had no choice but to keep him after class for extra tutoring.
“why are you doing this to yourself?” Juyeon sighed one afternoon, closing Eric’s failed paper.
the classroom was empty. the sun was beginning to set behind the windows, painting everything a sleepy gold.
Eric just smiled lazily, tapping his pencil on the desk.
“maybe I like being alone with you, Mr. Lee.”
Juyeon blinked. froze.
Eric’s tone was casual, but there was a glint in his eyes, teasing, bold, impossible to ignore.
it sent a ripple of something… dangerous through Juyeon’s chest.
“you’re wasting your time,” Juyeon said stiffly, gathering the papers. “stay after school won’t change your grade if you don’t put in effort.”
“but it gets me more of you, doesn’t it?” Eric leaned forward on his desk, his chin propped on his hand.
“you know, you look even hotter when you’re annoyed.”
Juyeon’s jaw tensed. he should say something, reprimand him, send him to detention, report this behavior.
instead… he just turned away, pretending to busy himself with the papers.
his ears burned bright red.
⸻
and it became a routine.
Eric would flunk. Juyeon would scold.
Eric would flirt shamelessly. Juyeon would pretend to ignore it, but his heart would betray him. it thuds so loud he worried Eric could hear it.
one evening, after another disastrous “study session,” Eric lingered by Juyeon’s desk longer than usual.
“Mr. Lee,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, almost… shy. Juyeon looked up, instantly wary.
Eric shuffled a little, scratching the back of his neck.
“I’m not really stupid, you know.”
Juyeon’s chest tightened. he knew. of course, he knew. Eric was sharp. smarter than he let on. he knew how Eric always pretend to be stupid, to be reckless.
“then why?” Juyeon asked, his voice lower now too, his guard cracking.
Eric met his eyes directly, and for once, there was no teasing in his expression. just something raw and young and scarily sincere.
“I thought I’ve told you?” Eric stepped closer.
“you’re the only reason I want to be here.”
right.
Juyeon’s breath caught. the sunlight outside was almost gone now, casting the classroom into shadows and soft glows. Eric looked like trouble incarnate. tousled hair, mischievous eyes, that lopsided smirk barely hiding something more tender.
“you shouldn’t say things like that,” Juyeon said, barely above a whisper.
“why not?” Eric smiled a little.
“you’re not as cold as you act.”
and just like that. Eric leaned down, dangerously close, and brushed his hand over Juyeon’s knuckles resting on the desk.
the touch was featherlight. barely there. but it was enough to send a jolt up Juyeon’s spine.
“I could be good,” Eric murmured, breath fanning across Juyeon’s skin, “if it’s for you.”
for once, Juyeon didn’t move away.
⸻
juyeon knew this was wrong.
knew it deep in his bones, the way a storm knows it’s about to break.
he is the teacher. Eric is the student.
there were lines, hard, thick lines, that he was supposed to never even think about crossing.
but the longer he observed Eric… the more those lines blurred into nothing.
a glance that lingered too long.
the way Eric would grin when he got something right, bright and boyish, teeth flashing.
or the way he’d purposely drop his pen and, when bending over to pick it up, sway his hips so casually it made Juyeon’s throat dry up.
god. he is a menace.
a beautiful, dangerous menace.
____
one afternoon, during yet another one-on-one session, it happened again.
Eric, seated lazily across from Juyeon, was twirling his pen between nimble fingers, pretending to listen as Juyeon reviewed the material. his gaze wasn’t on the textbook.
it was on Juyeon’s mouth.
Juyeon caught him staring and coughed, forcing himself to look away.
“focus, Eric.”
“I’m trying,” Eric said, voice dripping with fake innocence. “you’re just… distracting.”
Juyeon pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to breathe through it. “then don’t look at me.”
“but I want to,” Eric said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
the pen, surprise, slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor. Eric leaned down slowly, stretching, and Juyeon made the grave mistake of looking. of seeing the way Eric’s shirt rode up, revealing a sliver of pale skin, the curve of his waist, the way his pants hugged his hips like a second skin.
he jerked his gaze up instantly. but it was too late. the image was burned into him now.
Eric sat back up, biting back a giggle, his cheeks dusted pink like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“can’t you take this serious for once?” Juyeon muttered under his breath.
Eric smiled, soft and wicked all at once.
“I am taking this serious .”
and that smile. that goddamn devastating smile. it undid something in Juyeon.
he leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly, trying to put distance between them. trying to be professional. trying to remember that he had rules.
but when Eric leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on his hand, looking at Juyeon like he was the only person in the world.
“do you hate me?” Eric asked, voice too sweet, too vulnerable.
Juyeon’s heart twisted painfully. he let out a sigh, gaze averting to anywhere else but Eric for a second.
“no,” he said, the word coming out rougher than he meant.
Eric’s grin turned mischievous again, and before Juyeon could stop him. he reached across the table and brushed his fingers lightly over Juyeon’s hand.
the touch was fleeting, featherlight, but it set Juyeon’s entire body on fire.
he looked up sharply, eyes locking with Eric’s, and for a moment, just a breath, neither of them moved.
the room felt too small.
the distance between them felt too wide… and yet, dangerously too close.
“you’re playing with fire,” Juyeon said, voice low, warning.
Eric’s smile widened.
“then burn me, Mr. Lee.”
⸻
Juyeon didn’t know how it happened. didn’t remember crossing the line. couldn’t even pinpoint the moment it shattered.
all he knew was that Eric was now straddling his lap, warm thighs bracketing his hips, grinding down shamelessly. their mouths locked in a messy, desperate kiss. teeth clashing, tongues sliding, spit slick between them. it was sloppy. heated. dangerous. and so, so wrong.
Juyeon’s hands were full, gripping Eric’s ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he couldn’t bear to let go.
Eric whined into the kiss, needier than ever, rocking his hips forward, desperately seeking more friction.
“please,” Eric whispered against his lips, breath hot and broken. “please, Mr.Lee—”
Juyeon tore his mouth away, panting harshly, and gripped Eric’s hair tightly enough to make him gasp.
he yanked Eric’s head back, forcing him to look at him, to see the barely restrained hunger in Juyeon’s eyes.
“this is wrong,” Juyeon growled, voice low and guttural, even as his other hand kneaded Eric’s ass harder, pulling him closer, making him grind against the growing hardness in Juyeon’s pants before he slapped down hard, making Eric choked out a moan.
“so fucking wrong, Youngjae.”
Eric whimpered, hips stuttering in his lap, pupils blown wide with lust when Juyeon said his name.
“but you want it,” he gasped, nails digging into Juyeon’s shoulders. “you want me.”
Juyeon laughed darkly, a rough sound that vibrated in his chest. his hand in Eric’s hair tightened, forcing a moan from the younger boy’s throat.
“is this what you wanted, Youngjae?” Juyeon whispered against the shell of his ear, letting his breath ghost over sensitive skin.
“grinding on your teacher like a fucking slut?”
Eric whimpered again, rutting helplessly against him.
“I’m disappointed in you.” Juyeon sneered, teeth grazing Eric’s ear. “I once thought you’d do better. but now? what a pathetic little thing. begging for it. is that why you failed all your tests? just so you could end up in my lap like this?”
Eric shook under him, thighs trembling.
“say it,” Juyeon hissed, dragging his hand down Eric’s spine. “tell me you did it for me.”
“I—” Eric gasped, voice cracking, grinding harder for any scrap of friction Juyeon would give. “I did it. for you. only for you.”
“fucking brat,” Juyeon snarled, slapping Eric’s ass hard enough to make him jolt. Eric cried out, the sound muffled against Juyeon’s neck where he buried his face, clinging to him desperately.
“you wanted to be used,” Juyeon growled, dragging Eric’s hips roughly against him. “didn’t you, student? wanted your teacher to ruin you?”
Eric nodded frantically, words lost, only breathless whimpers leaving him.
but even then, even with his cock throbbing painfully against the confines of his pants, Juyeon didn’t give him what he wanted.
he gripped Eric’s hips tightly, controlling every tiny grind, every teasing roll of their bodies together, slow, torturous.
never enough.
just enough to keep Eric whining, squirming, begging under his hands.
“you don’t deserve it,” Juyeon hissed against Eric’s parted lips.
“you don’t get to cum. not yet.”
Eric sobbed, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming need.
“next time,” Juyeon murmured, biting down on Eric’s bottom lip until he gasped.
“you’re gonna study hard for me, aren’t you, Youngjae?”
“y-yes,” Eric whimpered, hips still rocking desperately. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
Juyeon smirked darkly, dragging Eric’s ruined, aching body even closer. “I’ll decide when you’re good enough to deserve my cock.”
and with one cruel, deliberate motion. he stilled Eric completely, locking his hips in place so he couldn’t move, couldn’t chase the friction anymore.
Eric let out a broken sob, trembling against him.
Juyeon tilted his chin up, making him meet his gaze. “now,” he said coldly, even as his own body screamed for relief, “open your book, Eric. we’re going to study.”
Eric was confuse at first, but when Juyeon nodded his head towards his book that was on his desk, he gulped, cock twitches hard.
___
his hands shook as he fumbled to grab his textbook from the edge of the desk. his legs were still spread wide over Juyeon’s lap, his body flushed and trembling, the heavy ache between his thighs unbearable.
Juyeon didn't loosen his hold. no, he tightened it, strong hands gripping Eric’s hips firmly in place, keeping him right there, seated against the hard outline of Juyeon's cock but unable to move an inch unless permitted.
"page thirty-two," Juyeon said, voice sharp and cold like nothing sinful was happening between them.
Eric sniffled quietly, blinking away the wetness threatening to spill from his eyes as he flipped the book open with shaky fingers.
"read," Juyeon commanded, breath hot against the side of Eric’s face. "out loud."
Eric bit his lip, trying to steady himself, trying to focus even though his whole body was screaming.
his cock throbbed uselessly in his pants, leaking into his briefs. his ass still tingled from Juyeon's earlier spanking.
he started reading, voice thin and shaky, barely able to get through a sentence.
Juyeon’s smirk widened against his skin.
"you call that reading?" he whispered, his hand slipping under the hem of Eric’s shirt, dragging blunt nails lightly across his bare back, enough to make him shudder violently.
Eric gasped, tightening his grip on the textbook. "I-I’m sorry," he whimpered.
"you’re a terrible student," Juyeon murmured cruelly, his other hand trailing dangerously low, resting just above the waistband of Eric’s pants.
"can’t even study properly when you’re sitting on your teacher’s lap, leaking like a desperate whore."
Eric choked on his breath, hips instinctively jerking forward, only to be forced still by Juyeon's unforgiving grip.
"no moving. did I tell you that you can move?" Juyeon growled into his ear. “you move without permission, I’ll make you sit here for hours. dripping. begging. no touching."
Eric let out a pitiful sound, trying so hard to behave, his thighs trembling violently from holding himself back.
"keep reading," Juyeon said, voice soft but deadly. "and if you stutter again..." he let the threat hang between them.
Eric swallowed hard, trying to focus on the printed words in front of him, but it was impossible with Juyeon’s hand skimming along his spine, his hips pressed so intimately against him, his cock hot and heavy underneath.
he managed a few more shaky lines, but the moment Juyeon’s teeth grazed his earlobe on purpose, he gasped, the book slipping slightly from his hands.
Juyeon tsked low in his throat.
"pathetic," he murmured. "you really can't do anything but fuck yourself on my lap, can you?"
Eric sobbed softly, humiliated and aroused beyond reason. "p-please," he whispered, almost inaudible.
Juyeon pulled his head back by his hair again, making Eric look at him. flushed cheeks, teary eyes, lips pink and swollen from earlier kisses.
"please what, Youngjae?" Juyeon sneered. "say it clearly."
Eric whimpered, trembling, throat bobbing as he swallowed down his pride.
"please let me cum," he breathed out, voice breaking.
Juyeon’s smile was cruel, beautiful.
"not yet."
he leaned in, kissing Eric hard again. a bruising, claiming kiss, tongue forcing into his mouth, swallowing his desperate cries. all the while, he ground his own hips up ever so slowly, so lightly, just enough to make Eric feel what he could have, and what Juyeon was denying him.
Eric moaned brokenly into his mouth, rocking instinctively before immediately stopping himself, remembering Juyeon's threat.
"good boy," Juyeon praised lowly, dragging his fingers teasingly down Eric's exposed back. "at least you can learn a little discipline when you're desperate enough."
he squeezed Eric’s ass again, hard enough to leave bruises.
"you want to pass my class, Eric?" Juyeon murmured against his lips, voice wicked.
"you better study real hard for me. obey everything I say. understand?"
Eric nodded frantically, whimpering as he tried not to cry from the frustration.
"good," Juyeon whispered, dragging his tongue slowly over Eric's jaw, tasting the salt of his tears. "maybe if you’re good enough… I’ll let you cum while sitting on your teacher’s cock.”
Eric shuddering helplessly, clinging tighter to Juyeon’s shoulders like he might fall apart otherwise.
"now," Juyeon said with a cruel, amused smile, one hand tilting Eric’s chin up again, forcing his teary gaze to meet his. "start from the top of the page. read properly this time."
⸻
Eric sniffled once, shakily pulling the textbook back upright, trying so hard to focus on the black ink on white paper. but it was impossible.
especially when Juyeon’s hand slipped from his waist… down to his belt buckle.
click.
Eric froze, heart hammering wildly in his chest.
Juyeon didn’t say anything, just coolly undid Eric’s belt, moving slow like he had all the time in the world. the metallic slide of the zipper was deafening in the heavy silence of the room.
Eric gasped softly when Juyeon’s palm pressed against the bulge in his boxers, hot and throbbing and leaking messily through the thin fabric.
“you’re disgusting,” Juyeon whispered against his ear, sliding his fingers up teasingly, never giving real friction. “hard and dripping just from sitting on your teacher’s lap.”
Eric whimpered, hips twitching desperately, but he didn’t move. not yet. he knew the rules.
he wanted to be good.
“read,” Juyeon said simply, humming in approval.
Eric bit down on his lip, tears pricking his lashes again, and tried to force his mouth to work.
“t-the… the war began…” his voice cracked when Juyeon casually palmed him through his boxers, slow and agonizing.
Juyeon immediately slapped his thigh. a sharp sting that made Eric jerk and sob.
“I said properly,” Juyeon said coldly. “no stuttering. no whining. or do you want another punishment?”
Eric shook his head frantically, gasping, squeezing the book tighter between trembling hands.
he tried again, voice thin but steadier this time, forcing the words out while Juyeon gently, mockingly rubbed his cock through the fabric, so light it was torture.
every few seconds, Juyeon would press a little harder, enough to make Eric choke on a word, enough to make him squirm. and each time he stuttered or whimpered, Juyeon’s hand would land hard on the underside of his ass, spanking him back into place.
“you can’t even read properly,” Juyeon taunted, low and dangerous, his fingers sliding under the waistband of Eric’s boxers to stroke bare, aching skin.
“maybe I should keep you after school every day. make you sit here, dripping on my lap, until you finally learn.”
Eric let out a desperate, broken moan.
“bet you’d love that, huh?” Juyeon whispered, nipping at Eric’s earlobe. “stupid little student, using my cock to study.”
Juyeon’s own self-control was unraveling. he was throbbing inside his pants, painfully hard, desperate to bury himself inside Eric and ruin him completely.
with a slow, deliberate motion, Juyeon unzipped his own pants.
Eric gasped when he felt the hot, bare press of Juyeon’s cock against the mess of his own leaking one, only thin fabric still separating them.
“you feel that?” Juyeon whispered darkly, rocking his hips ever so slightly up into Eric’s.
Eric nearly sobbed, fingers white-knuckling the edges of the textbook.
“you want it, don’t you?” Juyeon teased, grinding again, slow, torturous friction that had Eric trembling violently above him.
“you want your teacher’s cock so badly you’re crying for it.”
Eric whimpered, tears finally spilling down his cheeks.
“please,” he gasped, voice wrecked.
“please, Mr. Lee. sir—“
Juyeon smiled wickedly.
“there’s my good boy,” he purred, dragging the blunt head of his cock along the soaked front of Eric’s briefs, smearing precum messily over him.
“beg properly. maybe I’ll let you have it.”
Eric sobbed, hips jerking despite himself.
“I need it,” he cried. “need your cock, Mr. Lee— please, please.”
Juyeon growled low in his throat, grabbing Eric’s hair harshly and yanking his head back so he could see his flushed, ruined face.
“you’re mine,” he hissed. “understand?”
“yes. yes, yours, only yours.” Eric babbled helplessly.
“good boy.”
and with that, Juyeon lined himself up, still outside, teasing, cruel, rocking just enough to make Eric feel how easily he could take him, how close he was to finally being filled.
Eric was trembling violently now, still seated over Juyeon's lap, his whole body flushed and desperate, pants yanked down just enough to humiliate him.
Juyeon smirked faintly at that. he shifted slightly in the chair, forcing Eric to lean back, helpless, before tugging Eric's ruined boxers further down, exposing him completely.
Eric gasped, whimpering when the cool air hit his aching, leaking cock. he looked down at Juyeon with wide, tear-brimmed eyes, lips parted, chest heaving.
"fucking pathetic." Juyeon murmured, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “so fucking needy you can't even study without making a mess of yourself."
Eric whimpered again, shivering. Juyeon grabbed him by the hair again, rougher this time, and forced him off his lap, shoving him down onto the floor between his knees.
on his hands and knees.
right there, in front of the teacher's desk. Eric's heart pounded in his ears. he could feel the weight of Juyeon's gaze burning into him, the low, almost pleased chuckle that rumbled from his chest when Eric knelt there so obediently.
"good boy," Juyeon said mockingly, stroking himself lazily now, just enough to smear slick across the flushed head of his cock.
"open your mouth."
Eric obeyed immediately, tongue out, eyes glassy and desperate.
"you're supposed to be reading," Juyeon said with a smirk, grabbing Eric's textbook and dropping it onto the floor in front of him with a thud. the pages fell open near where Eric had left off.
"keep reading," Juyeon commanded, tapping his leaking cock against Eric's outstretched tongue.
"and don't you dare stop unless I tell you."
Eric whimpered, a sound full of pure humiliation, but lowered his gaze and began reading again, voice shaking as he tried to stammer through the words.
the moment he started, Juyeon slid his cock past Eric's lips slowly, not all the way, just enough to stuff the tip against Eric's tongue, making it impossible for him to speak clearly.
Eric choked on the first few words, tears spilling down his cheeks immediately from the stretch, the overwhelming feeling of being filled so quickly.
Juyeon chuckled darkly, groaning as he felt the faint vibrations, threading his fingers through Eric's hair firmly.
"what's wrong, student?" he sneered, rolling his hips just slightly, dragging himself against Eric's tongue.
"can't focus with your mouth full?"
Eric whimpered around him. trying. actually trying. to keep reading through it, voice garbled and pathetic as he tried to mouth the words around Juyeon's cock.
it was humiliating.
it was impossible.
and Juyeon was loving every second of it.
"you wanted to be good," Juyeon hissed, thrusting a little deeper, forcing Eric to adjust, to take more. “you said you'd study for me. so keep going."
Eric sobbed quietly, drool already spilling from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto the open textbook below.
he tried again. words slurring around the girth stretching his mouth wide, spit bubbling and messy while he struggling to glance down at the book.
Juyeon groaned low, hips rocking slightly as he used Eric's mouth slowly, teasingly. not fast enough to let him lose himself, just enough to humiliate him.
"look at you," Juyeon growled, tugging his hair to force Eric to glance up at him with wide, teary eyes.
"on your knees, so fuckable. hah— Youngjae."
Eric moaned around him. helpless, wrecked. Juyeon's hand tightened in his hair again, using it to control the slow, obscene bob of Eric's head over his lap.
"slutty little student," he whispered, thrusting a little deeper each time.
"good for nothing but warming my cock."
another thick droplet of drool spilled from Eric's swollen lips onto the page, smearing the ink. his eyes fluttered, overwhelmed, but he kept trying, desperate to obey, desperate to please.
“you love this,” the older murmured filthily. “getting your mouth fucked like a good little whore."
Eric whimpered brokenly, nodding weakly around him, shame and arousal burning through every nerve.
"and when I'm done ruining your throat,"
Juyeon whispered darkly, gripping Eric's hair tighter as he dragged him down further, forcing more of his cock inside, "I'm gonna bend you over my desk and teach you a real fucking lesson."
Eric gagged sharply, but his own hips bucked involuntarily, leaking messily into his ruined briefs, untouched.
Juyeon groaned low and feral, feeling himself getting closer, watching Eric fall apart on his cock, watching him struggle to keep holding the stupid textbook even as he choked and cried.
it was too much.
too perfect.
he buried himself deep with one last brutal thrust, holding Eric tight against his hips, cock throbbing violently as he started to cum. hot, thick pulses shooting straight down Eric’s throat.
Eric whimpered helplessly, struggling, choking, but Juyeon didn’t let up, forcing him to take it all, every drop, until Eric was swallowing desperately around him, throat convulsing.
Juyeon groaned low in satisfaction, dragging Eric’s mouth off him slowly, strings of cum and spit clinging between them obscenely.
Eric gasped and coughed, face ruined, mouth open. tongue lolling slightly, dripping a mixture of filth down his chin.
Juyeon cupped his face roughly, tilting it up “messy little thing,” he muttered, voice ragged.
“you’re gonna clean this up with your tongue next,” Juyeon said, dragging his cock across Eric’s flushed, wet cheek, smearing it deliberately.
“and—” he smirked cruelly, wiping his leaking tip against Eric’s swollen lips. “—I’ll fuck your tight little pussy open too.”
Eric's eyes fluttered shut, breathing ragged, chest heaving as he obediently opened his mouth again, tongue slipping out willingly, eagerly, to lick the mess of cum and spit smeared all over his lips and chin. he moaned quietly as he cleaned it, his eyes half-lidded, dizzy from humiliation and pleasure.
Juyeon watched, scoffing darkly, shaking his head at the pathetic sight before him.
"you're fucking shameless," Juyeon sneered, gripping Eric's hair again, forcing his head down further.
"clean the floor next, slut. lick up your drool like the filthy student you are."
Eric didn't hesitate. he whimpered softly, falling to all fours immediately, tongue dragging across the cold classroom floor, obediently licking up the sticky mess he'd made, face burning hot with shameful pleasure.
his cock throbbed violently, leaking freely onto his abs and on the floor, clearly loving every humiliating second of it.
"you fucking love this, don't you?" Juyeon growled, kicking Eric's knees wider apart as he watched him crawl pathetically across the floor before pushing Eric’s head down to the mess with his feet, gaining a muffled moan from him.
"your parents sent you here to study, and look at you." he laughed cruelly, "on your knees, licking the fucking floor for your teacher's cock."
Eric sobbed brokenly but didn't stop, couldn't stop, tongue diligently sliding against the ground, lapping up every drop like the good little whore Juyeon had turned him into. his hips rocked uselessly, desperate for friction, craving Juyeon's punishment even more.
Juyeon, patience frayed, fixed the glasses that were on the bridge of his nose before reaching down and grabbed Eric roughly by the waist, hauled him up and shoved him brutally over the desk. Eric yelped in surprise, cheek pressed hard against scattered books and papers, ass exposed, pants tangled around his ankles.
"this was supposed to be a punishment," Juyeon hissed dangerously, slapping Eric's ass hard, leaving a vivid red handprint behind.
"but I guess it doesn't matter to you, huh? you're just a filthy little student begging to be fucked raw by your teacher."
Eric moaned brokenly at the sting, pushing his ass back shamelessly, wordlessly begging for more.
Juyeon laughed mockingly, gripping Eric's hips tightly as he pressed the thick, swollen head of his cock against Eric's fluttering hole,
unprepared, unlubed, raw, and needy. he didn't ask, didn't hesitate.
just forced himself inside, burying deep in one brutal thrust, splitting Eric open completely.
"god, you're tight," Juyeon gritted out, drawing his hips back slowly, only to slam back in hard enough to rattle the desk beneath them.
Eric screamed, voice cracking, pain blending instantly into overwhelming, blinding pleasure, eyes rolling back as Juyeon began pounding ruthlessly into him, setting an unforgiving rhythm from the start.
"ah, fuck. you’re gripping me so tight, Youngjae-ah," Juyeon snarled, slamming harder, deeper, his cock punching relentlessly against Eric's prostate, making him twitch and whine helplessly beneath him.
"your parents pay for your education just so their precious son can get fucked senseless by his own fucking teacher?"
Eric whimpered incoherently, drooling openly onto the desk, body jerking violently with each punishing thrust.
Juyeon gripped Eric's hair, yanking his head back harshly, forcing his ruined face upwards as he pounded harder into him, balls slapping wetly against Eric's thighs with filthy, obscene noises echoing around the empty classroom.
"answer me, slut," Juyeon snarled against his ear, cock buried so deep Eric felt like he was being torn apart. "is this why your parents send you here? to beg your teacher to breed you like a worthless little bitch in heat?"
Eric gasped helplessly, sobbing from humiliation and pleasure, nodding frantically, voice wrecked as he choked out a broken, "y-yes! fuck yes—"
Juyeon laughed cruelly, thrusts brutal, merciless, watching with dark satisfaction as Eric's body shuddered uncontrollably beneath him.
Juyeon snarled and grabbed Eric's arms, yanking them behind his back and pinning both wrists with one hand, completely helpless, nothing to do but take everything Juyeon gave him.
"you don't even deserve to touch yourself," Juyeon spat, pounding into him mercilessly, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing. each thrust was brutal, deep, forcing broken, high-pitched cries from Eric's throat, tears and drool streaming freely down his ruined face.
"you're disgusting," he sneered, grinding his hips deeper, relishing Eric's desperate cries. "a filthy disgrace. failing every class, begging your teacher to stuff you full of cum."
Eric cried out sharply, tears streaming down his face, hips bucking helplessly, cock throbbing untouched and leaking heavily onto the classroom floor.
"please—fuck! Ahng! please cum in me," Eric begged desperately, broken, overwhelmed.
"use me. I'll be good, I promise. fuck! pleasepleaseplease—"
Juyeon smirked wickedly, giving Eric's ass another harsh slap, leaving fresh, stinging marks. "you're mine now, aren't you? my personal fucktoy to fill up whenever I please."
Eric sobbed openly, nodding desperately. "yours! only yours! fuck me, please. I'll be your good student. please."
"you're gonna cum just from getting fucked," Juyeon growled, feeling Eric's body tighten, twitch. "you're gonna spill all over yourself without me even touching you, like the filthy little failure you are." his hips snapped violently, pace brutal and unrelenting as he fucked Eric harder, faster, deeper. cock swelling dangerously inside him.
"you want your teacher's cum?" Juyeon growled, breath harsh, grip bruising as he forced Eric's face harder into the desk. "beg for it like the useless little cockwhore you are."
"please. cum in me, fill me. use me," Eric cried hysterically, body jerking wildly, on the verge of breaking completely. "I'm your whore. please breed my pussy. l'll be so good, so obedient. please."
with a deep, feral groan, Juyeon shoved himself brutally deep one last time, holding Eric pinned and helpless beneath him as he erupted violently, cock throbbing as hot, thick ropes of cum flooded deep into Eric's insides, filling him completely, marking him irrevocably.
Eric screamed from the overwhelming sensation, cock spurting messily beneath him, untouched, thick streams of cum splattering shamefully onto the classroom floor, body convulsing, tears dripping freely down his ruined face.
Juyeon chuckled breathlessly, hips grinding roughly, fucking his cum deeper, sealing it inside his student's fucked, open body.
"you're a fucking mess," he whispered mockingly, fingers trailing possessively down Eric's trembling spine.
slowly, Juyeon pulled out, letting a think gush of cum spill from Eric’s abused hole, dripping messily down his thighs, pooling onto the desk beneath them.
he watched it for a long moment. the mess, the wrecked state of his student, before giving Eric’s ass a sharp slap, making the cum that was bubbling out of his red, swollen hole, splashed around his ass cheeks. Eric keened at that, sobbing while his body continued to spasm, arms barely holding himself up.
"but don't worry. I'll make sure you pass. after all," Juyeon leaned down, voice darkly amused, breath hot against Eric's flushed, tear-stained cheek,
"you've already earned your place as my favorite little slut."