Great Teacher Lee Jinki [4/?] Temptation
Lee Jinki had done a lot of things in his lifetime that he wasn’t very proud of.
Like that time when he was five and picked up a hundred dollar bill off the ground when no one was looking (he had been too scared to use it but with trembling hands stuffed it in his piggy bank). Or the time when he was twelve and had to pee really bad during his aunt’s outdoor wedding and didn’t have enough time to run back inside the main villa. He had snuck off into the trees and dug a little “pissing hole” in the ground. He made sure to cover it up really well afterwards.
Or that one time he had followed Jonghyun to an off campus party his freshman year of college and took too many shots of soju, subsequently vomiting into some nameless girl’s bosom (it had really been the closest thing at hand). He remembered getting a black eye afterwards from the girl who turned out to have a mean right hook. Yeah, that hadn’t been so fun.
However.
Leaning back in his chair, moaning, while one of his students knelt between his legs with his pretty lips around his cock, really took the fucking cake. And what was worse, he was enjoying it.
Of course, there had been some buildup to the current scenario. This mainly consisted of Taemin cornering Jinki at his desk with unmistakable lust in his eyes, before he could make a break for the door. He then abruptly grabbed his crotch (any man’s weak spot) quite forcefully until Jinki whimpered pitifully and sat back down in his chair. Truthfully, the next few seconds were all a haze. One thing lead to the next and ultimately this transpired, “this” meaning a moaning Taemin with his mouth full of Jinki’s dick like it was the tastiest thing in the world.
It was like a scene from a porno. The quality stuff you had to pool together some cash with your friends to buy back in high school, passing it off to one another with furtive glances, before furiously jacking off to it in the comfort of your own room.
“Can I taste it, Seonsaengnim?”
It seemed a reply wasn’t really necessary because Taemin didn’t wait to stretch his pouty lips wide and start feeding himself Jinki’s dick, inch by excruciating inch.
And the all too realistic slide, that moment of bliss when Jinki felt himself completely enclosed inside the hot, wet haven of Taemin’s mouth, the tangible sensation of it all, was honestly so much better than porn. Made Jinki ponder for a second what he had been doing all his life.
“Jesus christ.”
Taemin quickly got to work, his mouth a perfect “o” that moved back and forth on Jinki’s cock, displaying a disturbing level of control over speed and suction, that made everything feel just right. His hands were busy too, of course, his right hand coming up to fondle his balls and the left hand clasping Jinki’s thigh in a grip that was strangely reassuring.
If Jinki thought their classroom was hot before, that was an understatement to what he felt now. He felt a little bad for Taemin so hard at work.
Before he knew it, he was palming his hand into Taemin’s hair, digging his fingers through the soft tendrils, as his hips involuntarily moved on their own, barreling further into the hot depths of Taemin’s throat. It was over too quick as Jinki came with a deep shudder, knowing he shouldn’t but unable to pull out as Taemin obligingly swallowed his load.
Taemin got up from his kneeling position, all sprightly. Jinki sat there, lethargic for a few seconds, before suddenly realizing the situation at hand, him sitting there like a fool with his dick hanging out after getting sucked off by a student. He hurried to tuck himself away and stand up, cheeks flushing ruddy red as he suddenly realized he didn’t know what to do now that he had gotten up and of course his hands were just hanging there in midair-
“That-“ Jinki started, before stopping to take a deep breath. “I…I don’t know what came over me.”
Taemin leaned in teasingly, “Lust.” Backing off again with that one word, and a casual tip of his head. Jinki thought of how tousled Taemin’s hair was looking, remembering how his hands were weaving through those strands of hair not too long ago. His cheeks burned even redder at the mental image.
Unlike his own clearly distraught state, Taemin on the other hand was humming a little, all smiles as he gathered up all his school supplies.
Taemin turned to go, “Anyways, we’ll stop here for today. Blowing your load too many times in one day gives you erectile dysfunction.”
Jinki winced.
“Heard it on TV,” Taemin added helpfully.
“Ah.”
Jinki stared at his retreating figure with an odd sense of hollowness.
“Wait, just now-“
“What?” Taemin turned around, his bangs whipping into his face. “Did you expect me to hold your hand afterwards?” He smiled a little, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Jinki, you’re cute but I don’t do relationships.”
Jinki felt at a loss for words. No amount of college education or math equations could prepare him for this kind of situation. But why did Taemin look so lonely while saying those words?
“But don’t worry, the fun doesn’t end here. Next time I expect you to fuck me.”
Taemin left, the resounding bang of the classroom door rattling an already very bewildered Jinki.
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Jinki finally came to terms that his dream of being a high school teacher beloved by all with a tenure’s track somewhere down the line was probably not coming true, what with his great sin against the institution of learning at large (really how much worse could you get then getting sexually involved with a student? Though it wasn’t completely his fault…). All he really wanted at this point was to get through his student-teaching job in one piece and move on to become a rather successful, but perhaps not as illustrious as he had always dreamed, teacher. And hopefully, in the end, put all this behind him.
After he came to terms with this, he took a big breath, and the next thing he did was call Jonghyun.
Jinki was currently crouched in the corner of his bathroom closest to his bathtub after finding out through extensive trial-and-error that this was unfortunately the only spot that had good cellphone service in his whole damn apartment.
As expected, the response he got was positive (“I’m so proud of you, Jinki”) along with a demand to go into the description of the act in full detail (to this, Jinki politely declined).
“Man…the closest time you got to any action was that time you threw up into that one girl’s tits. At least you were in their vicinity.”
Jinki didn’t quite agree, but he let it go.
As their conversation got longer (despite Jinki’s so-called “coming to terms”, he had somehow managed to get himself worked up again about the whole ordeal) and Jonghyun seemed to realize that no time in the near future he would be getting a play-by-play of Jinki’s sexual adventures, he quickly lost interest.
“It was like I wasn’t myself back there! I deserve to get all my teaching rights revoked!” Jinki cried out into the phone.
[Hmm mm…] It was obvious from Jonghyun’s continued half-assed responses that he was watching a sports game or other now. It was like Jonghyun didn’t even care that Jinki was having a minor meltdown.
“What’s the score right now?”
[3-zip, the bastards]
“Jonghyun!”
[Alright, alright I’m sorry. Look, I think you’re freaking out for no reason man. Seriously just go with it. It’s not like it’s nonconsensual.]
“Yeah, but-“
[Don’t ]
“…”
[Don’t question it.]
“It’s not like it’s gonna happen again…” Jinki muttered. But the lack of response on the other end told him that Jonghyun had returned his full attention to the game.
“By the way, I think my place has cockroaches.” To prove his point, Jinki thought he saw something scuttle across the floor from the corner of his eye.
[Fry ‘em up, they’re a good source of protein. It’ll make a man out of you, ya pussy. Don’t come crying to me again just because you got your dick sucked…unless you’re willing to give me details.]
That was Jinki’s cue to hang up. Seriously, he didn’t even know why he bothered anymore.
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The next day of school, Jinki was quite literally on tenterhooks as he waited for his afternoon class with mixed feelings of dread and also a strange anticipation.
But the calamity he had been expecting, whatever it was, never arrived as he greeted a much more subdued and dare he say it, polite, Taemin on his way into the classroom.
“Anyeonghaseyo, Seonsaengnim.”
It was one of the more anticlimactic events of Jinki’s life.
Class went on, similarly in a calm fashion, and Jinki himself was surprised when he heard the class bell ring, signaling that their hour was up. Jinki watched Taemin walk out of the classroom with the rest of the kids but didn’t think more of it as one of his students came up to him for a homework question.
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It was at 7pm later that day that Jinki found himself and a couple other teachers, a group that also included Kibum, huddled in front of a two-story brick house complete with stone-path garden and well-trimmed shrubbery holding a small cake box against his chest.
Apparently it was customary for the principal of Daejin High to hold these dinners for alternating groups of teachers in his own home once a month. This time, Jinki found himself included in the lucky mix.
He had always been taught by his parents as a child never to go over to another person’s home empty-handed but it seemed he was a bit over-prepared, looking at the other teachers who had all come without anything at all. That is except for Kibum.
“Nice gift, Jinki,” Kibum looked down at Jinki’s cake from the side of his eye, shifting his rather bulky looking and quite extravagant basket of mixed tropical fruits in his arms.
“Thanks,” Jinki grit his teeth. For some reason, he was already waiting for this whole dinner to be over.
The teachers were greeted at the door by Principal Lee, a tall and pleasant looking man, the lines of his face creasing in a way that gave him a very gentle demeanor. He welcomed them into the marble floor foyer very cordially, shaking hands with each and every one of them, making especially sure to make Jinki feel welcome as the newcomer while thanking him for the cake.
Almost immediately, Kibum was latched on to the Principal’s side, fawning over the house in a loud voice while Jinki and the other teachers trailed behind the two on the way to the dining room.
The dining room was just as elegant as the front of the house, a hanging chandelier setting the mood over a long oak table with white linen and an extravagant feast already prepared, most likely the work of a matronly looking woman in an apron standing to the side. The housekeeper? Jinki, thought.
Already seated at the far end of the table, furthest from the head, was a well-dressed boy, looking down at his hands that were resting in his lap.
“I’m sure everyone is acquainted with my son, Taemin? Taemin say your greetings to all your teachers.”
Jinki thought his eyes would pop out of his head at the sight before him. Taemin was so different than before, all the way from the way he stood, to his attire, even his expressions. Taemin stood up and bowed obediently. Jinki couldn’t take his eyes off of the button up shirt and khaki pants, the neutral expression that was so different from his saucy winks and lascivious smiles.
The principal laughed a little, “Though I can’t control what he does outside of the home, whenever he’s here I like for him to at least keep up the pretense of a decent human being.”
The other teachers laughed, albeit uncomfortably, some offering half-hearted defense in Taemin’s behalf (Kibum rushing to call Taemin “a lovely boy” though Principal Lee laughingly waved it off). Jinki merely just stared at Taemin who didn’t even flinch.
The lamb chops and steamed vegetables were delicious. Small talk went back and forth across the table with relative ease. Principal Lee kindly asked Jinki how his teaching position was going, which Jinki answered to with little to no stuttering.
Nonetheless, Jinki felt uncomfortable throughout the whole dinner as if he would choke on whatever he was chewing on. And he was fairly certain it had a lot to do with the principal’s son who sat quietly at the end of the table, merely pushing his food around as if merely waiting for everything to end.
It finally did, after dragging on for what felt like eternity, with the teachers standing up and expressing their gratitude for the hospitality. The group was guided back the way they came but before he could leave through the main door with the rest of them, Jinki felt a slight tug on his sleeve and he looked back to see a smiling Taemin.
“Father, is it okay if I borrow Lee Seonsaengnim? I had some questions about my math homework.”
“Well, if it’s no trouble to you Jinkissi,” the principal smiled apologetically to which Jinki frantically waved his hands back and forth.
“No, not at all!”
“Very well then.” Principal Lee disappeared down the main hallway and Jinki had no choice to follow Taemin who was already making his way up the sweeping, circular staircase that was in the middle of the foyer, one hand tightly interlaced with his.
“Hey, Taemin wait-“
Jinki was lead down another long hallway before they reached the door at the end which had the words “Taemin’s room” posted up in colorful decorative block letters, as if someone had done it when Taemin was much younger. Taemin pulled Jinki inside with surprising strength and the door locked behind them.
The inside was decorated in white and quite pristine, except for the clumps of clothes and miscellaneous items strewn across the floor. There were few personal touches to the room, only two picture frames on Taemin’s bookshelf, one of him and Minho when they were younger, probably elementary school, a beaming Minho with his arm wrapped around a smaller Taemin, and another picture of Taemin’s family, a young Taemin, his father, and a beautiful mother who looked just like Taemin.
“Where was your mother today?”
Taemin was sitting atop his bed, fingering the top buttons of his collared shirt. Jinki’s breath caught at the sight. All vestiges of the obedient son at dinner already gone as Taemin’s eyes narrowed in unmistakable want.
“Shut up and get over here, Jinki. We’re continuing what we started last time.”
“No,” Jinki tried to sound firm but he could already hear the faltering in his voice. Apparently Taemin could too. Standing up, the lithe boy rested his slender hands gently against Jinki’s chest, looking up at him with puppy eyes, “C’mon I barely got anything to eat during that stupid dinner, let me get a taste of you. Please?” Jinki felt a twinge of guilt, thinking of a subdued Taemin, cutting up more food than was going in his mouth.
As if sensing Jinki’s guard down, Taemin threw his arms around Jinki’s neck and angled his face up to plant a firm kiss on Jinki’s lips.
“B-but your father!”
“He doesn’t care. He never cares what I do,” there was a tone of resoluteness to Taemin’s voice that made Jinki want to give in to anything, even if it was such an impossible request as this.
That’s how the two ended up on Taemin’s bed, his white sheets rumpled as two bodies turned this way and that in their ever deepening attempt to grasp each other closer. Jinki couldn’t help but moan into Taemin’s lips as they passionately collided with his.
His supervisor, his employer, was just one floor down from him, somewhere in the same house but that was the farthest thing from Jinki’s mind right now as it was filled instead with thoughts such as how utterly pretty Taemin looked with his hair fanned out against the sheets and his doe eyes half closed in desire.
Perhaps it was true what they say about all men being lead by their lower regions. It even seemed to apply to a self-proclaimed scholar such as Jinki. He soon found himself fumbling with the confines of Taemin’s pants which were already open, palming his hardening dick before reaching further in to finger his hot entrance.
“Ohh, Jinki…” Taemin moaned with a muffled cry as Jinki hurriedly blocked his mouth with his free hand before pulling down the boy’s pants and underwear with a swift movement.
He himself was also more than ready as his dick throbbed rather painfully against the front of his pants. Taemin, as if sensing Jinki’s discomfort, smiled and little and kindly helped free him as well. With ever-experienced hands, Taemin was stroking Jinki’s cock just like the day before, bending down to even give it a little kiss at the head.
“No time to play around today, Jinki junior,” Taemin whispered, giving Jinki’s cock a final lick before pulling away.
Jinki groaned at the loss of sensation but he was hurriedly pushed down on his back as an eager Taemin straddled his lap, grabbing Jinki’s dick and pointing it at his entrance. It was a slow and arduous downward slide and Jinki thought he would die from the agony of sheer waiting as his dick was slowly enveloped in Taemin’s tight heat. Once Jinki was completely in, Taemin was unmoving except for the painful clenching and unclenching which Jinki swore was on purpose.
“Holy fuck.”
But it was nothing compared to when Taemin finally did start riding him in earnest, bouncing up and down on the shaft, what is more, with one of the sexiest expressions Jinki had ever seen, his eyes scrunched up from the effort while he bit his full bottom lip in pleasure-pain.
As for Jinki it was pure ecstasy. His dick encased in the most incredible heat as the lovely, slender boy worked his way up and down and rocking back and forth, giving him way too much stimulation to foresee lasting very long.
Jinki had to put a hand in his mouth to keep quiet as he came inside Taemin’s ass, his seed spurting deep inside the shuddering boy who frantically jerked off his dick as well until he came on Jinki’s stomach with a small whimper.
Taemin was quiet as he pulled away from Jinki and reached over to his nightstand to offer Jinki a tissue to clean himself up. And as Jinki wiped up the dried cum and pulled on his clothes once more, he stood up and turned around to see Taemin lying on his side on the bed, eyes closed, quite probably feigning sleep.
“See you in school, Taemin.”
Jinki let himself out, with a gentle click of the door, knowing better than to ask.
a/n Umm I don't even know how the mood of this fic changed so quickly -.-;;;; haha but yeah, hope u guys like it, sorry for the late update! Already working on the next chapter (look at me being all productive) and I now have a full outline of the whole fic! I'm expecting around 8 chapters ^^