Untitled *oneshot*
“There’s a new teacher in math for the week. Mr. Yoon’s mother is sick so he might be gone for a while.” Youngjae stirred his rice with his chopsticks, eyes glued to the phone in his hand. “He’s kind of a dick. Gave us extra homework just because Jinho spoke out of turn.”
Daehyun already hated math but now he was even more reluctant about his afternoon class than before. Mr. Yoon was a hard teacher but he knew Daehyun was struggling more than the others and always tried to help him when he could. This new teacher would probably laugh at his attempt at homework and he would be embarrassed in front of the entire class.
“Great.” He had math and then study hall in Mr. Yoon’s room so he was probably going to go home with double the amount of work once the baseball players got there. Study hall usually consisted of him trying to stay out of their way and them finding every excuse possible to tease him for his height, his glasses, even his hair. If the new sub was half a hardass as Youngjae was claiming him to be then Daehyun was not looking forward to the rest of the day.
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Daehyun walked into class and immediately froze in the doorway. When Youngjae told him there was a sub he was picturing someone his at least his parents age, someone grayer. Someone not sitting on the edge of the desk looking like he came straight to work after a modeling gig.
His jet black hair was cut short on the sides but kept long on the top and every time he moved it fell into his eyes and Daehyun’s fingers twitched wanting to know what it felt like. Where all of the other male teachers were older and wore khaki’s and button-up shirts that never changed their hue from the color of dirt, this one was dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt that showed more collarbone than Daehyun was comfortable with. He was the youngest teacher Daehyun had ever seen in their high school, but the slight wrinkles around his eyes as he smiled betrayed his age.
He tripped over a student’s backpack as he walked in, eyes glued to the man in the front of the room.
“Watch where you’re going.” The girl beside him snapped, shoving him forward. “Idiot.”
Daehyun hoped no one else saw his clumsiness and quickly ran to the back of the room where his usual desk was.
“Good afternoon.” Their new substitute teacher flashed even, perfect teeth at the class. “My name is Mr. Bang and I’ll be your teacher until Mr. Yoon can return. Let’s get started with your next lesson.”
Daehyun quickly turned to his math book but the words and numbers floated around in front of his eyes and he couldn’t seem to concentrate.
“Are you Daehyun?” The quiet voice of Mr. Bang interrupted his inner turmoil at not being able to complete that day’s lesson. “Mr. Yoon told me he was helping you outside of class. I’m happy to continue that after school if you think you need it.”
They both looked down at Daehyun’s blank notebook and a flush of embarrassment crept across the student’s neck.
“O-Okay.” He mumbled, hunching over his desk and covering his papers with his arms. “Thank you sir.” He watched Mr. Bang walk slowly back towards his desk and tried not to cough awkwardly when he leaned over to check another student’s work. The flush on his neck he knew was now spreading all over his body, waves of heat that he didn’t really want to experience in the middle of math class.
“Is there a problem, Daehyun?”
He jerked his eyes away from the swell of his teacher’s ass in his formfitting pants and shook his head. “No sir.”
The amused quick of his teacher’s lips went unnoticed as Daehyun forced himself to keep eyes on his book for the rest of the class.
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After math was finally, blissfully over Daehyun stumbled out of the room to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall, chest heaving. “You do not have a thing for your teacher you are not imagining your teacher naked you will not get an erection in the middle of study hall.” He chanted to himself, slapping his cheeks to make him more alert.
At the memory of the way Mr. Bang’s t-shirt hung open when he reached down to pick up his briefcase and Daehyun got a view of his chest he bit back a groan and pushed his fist into the top of his pants trying to will them to go back down.
“You didn’t even get hard when Youngjae’s sister lost her swimsuit top last summer.” He hissed as he dug his knuckles so hard into his eyes that he saw stars. “Stupid stupid Daehyun.”
The bell rang and he cursed himself for not realizing he had spent so long in the bathroom. Now he’d be late to class and everyone would stop and stare as he walked in.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” He mumbled to the teacher, eyes on the desk because he was too flustered to look up. “I thought I was getting sick so I went to the bathroom.”
Mr. Bang carefully brushed his bangs out of his face before fitting his palm over his forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”
Daehyun gripped his books tighter to his chest and tried to think of puppies and his grandma and the squish of wet food as he did the dishes. Anything but the touch on his skin. “I’m better now.” He squeaked, pulling away and rushing to his desk.
He usually spent his hour in study hall working on his math homework so that when Mr. Yoon tutored him he could see where he made mistakes, but today it was too much for him and he used his time by laying his head on his desk and mentally singing his favorite songs to distract him from the man in the front of the room. In the years since hitting puberty he’d been interested in a normal amount of random people but this was the first time someone made his skin tighten and his breath shorten with want.
“I should give you detention for coming in late and running away without permission.” Daehyun tensed when he heard Yongguk’s firm voice above him. “But you’re already staying over for tutoring so I’ll let it pass. This time.”
Daehyun didn’t know if the shiver across his spine was from worry or anticipation.
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“Mr. Yoon says you’re a little behind your classmates.” Mr. Bang leaned over Daehyun’s desk, completely obliterating his comfort zone. “Why is that, Daehyun? I took a look at your file and you’re making excellent grades in all of your other classes.”
“Math is difficult for me. I don’t see the point in trying if I’m never going to understand it.” Daehyun admitted, his attention glued to the pencil in his fingers. “I get distracted and all of the numbers run together.”
His teacher was quiet for a moment as he tried to think of a solution. “So what you’re saying is you need rewards for staying focused and finishing?”
He had never thought of it like that but it was true. He worked better when he knew there was something in it for him in the end.
“I don’t know… Maybe?”
The older man nodded, thinking it over in his head. “Okay then. You be a good boy and I’ll reward you.” He grinned at Daehyun’s gulp. “Question one.” Mr. Bang leaned over Daehyun, his chest hard and warm against Daehyun’s back, his whisper soft across his ear.
He stared at the problem, the numbers as gibberish to his eyes as Japanese. “Twenty-three?”
The guess made his teacher sigh and Daehyun was overcome with guilt that he had disappointed him. He refocused all of his attention on the paper and tried again. “Sixty-one times 3X.”
Smooth fingers glided up his bare arms, stopping at the sleeves of his uniform. “Correct. Question two.”
With a pout Daehyun turned his attention to the next problem. He had been promised a reward and he was disappointed to have been lied to.
“Two divided by X.” He grumbled, not even trying to figure the correct answer out.
Mr. Bang tugged roughly on his hair in warning. “You’re wasting my time, Daehyun.” This time Daehyun was positive he had felt lips brush over the shell of his ear and it sent him squirming and trying to push his chair under the desk to hide the reaction in his uniform pants, but the older man held him still with his strong grip. “Are you upset you didn’t get your reward?” At Daehyun’s timid nod, Mr. Bang laughed, the vibrations hitting Daehyun square against his back. “I was thinking of one big reward if you finished, but it looks like you’d rather have smaller ones for each answer, am I right?”
“Yes sir.” Daehyun could feel himself relaxing under the soft touch and steady breaths of his teacher.
“You get to decide how you want compensated for your hard work then.”
Mr. Yoon had never conducted their tutoring like this. Teasing him and baiting him until he was a nervous wreck and his brain was full of confusion.
Sometimes if he did really well then Mr. Yoon would give him a soda.
Daehyun didn’t think Mr. Bang’s prize was going to be a soda.
“Tell me what you want.”
He’d watched porn’s before that had started like this, Daehyun realized with a shaky breath. If he was brave enough to shyly bat his eyelashes and answer your cock like they did in the movies what would his teacher do?
Probably expel him to be honest.
Mr. Bang was just overly touchy, Daehyun assured himself. Until the roaming touches traveled higher and higher until his palm was heavy against Daehyun’s throat and he was tilting his head backwards.
“It’s disrespectful to ignore your elders.”
“M-Mr. Yoon never let me ask for a present. He says rewards are earned and not given.”
Something similar to anger passed over Mr. Bang’s expression. His jaw was set rigidly as he glared down at a terrified Daehyun. “Does Mr. Yoon reward you like this?” The hand on his throat squeezed tighter making Daehyun cough. “Does he put his hands on you?”
Daehyun tried to shake his head. “No sir.” He finally managed to croak when his teacher gifted him with a tiny swallow of air. “He gives me candy.”
“Candy?” Mr. Bang released him with a sly grin, his face so close that all Daehyun could see were his dark eyes staring deep inside of him. “If you want sugar then I’m more than happy to give you some sugar, Daehyun.” He turned Daehyun’s face back to the sheet of math problems. “Answer the next three correctly and I’ll make sure your mouth is chock full of reward.”
Daehyun flushed red with sudden arousal, the heat coiling inside of his belly like a snake. Whatever game his teacher was playing with him was too much too intense and was way out of his league, but Daehyun was too proud to crack and run away like a child.
“You can try.” He made his voice sound detached like he didn’t even care anyways. “But I don’t think it will be as good as what Mr. Yoon gives me. He knows exactly what I like.”
He jerked in shock when Mr. Bang covered his legs with his hands, the pads of his thumbs sliding down the inside of his thighs. “Don’t test me, kid.”
Now that Daehyun knew the right buttons to push to slowly work his teacher into an irritated frenzy he pressed them and didn’t let up for the rest of the tutoring session.
“Mr. Yoon told me I was his favorite student and that he’ll miss me when I graduate.”
“This summer Mr. Yoon said that I can come visit him at his home.”
“Mr. Yoon drops a lot of stuff and makes me pick it up for him. He’s so clumsy, don’t you think?”
By the time they had finished his math homework (with Daehyun still not really sure how to do any of the questions right), he had made Mr. Bang red with anger, his jaw set rock hard and eyes flashing with malice.
“Tutoring session’s over.” He locked the classroom door and pulled the shade down over the window before turning to Daehyun with a promising smirk. “Come here.”
Daehyun gulped, but he had pushed his teacher to this point and there was no backing out now.
When he reached the desk, Mr. Bang gently removed Daehyun’s glasses and folded them up to put in his shirt pocket. “As much as I like them I don’t want them broken.” He pushed him over the side, hands encircling Daehyun’s waist to undo his button. “Hold on.” He waited until Daehyun followed his orders before pushing the uniform pants and boxers to his feet. “You had fifteen questions on your homework, Daehyun.” He could hear the clink of metal as Mr. Bang’s belt was undone and pulled out of his jeans. “And I received fifteen smartass responses to each of them.” The belt buckle was ice cold against him as it slid across his flushed skin. “I think that deserves fifteen punishments.”
“But you promised rewards if I finished.” He couldn’t stop the whiny reply, his need for a prize betraying his sixteen years.
The first sting of the leather on him hurt like hell making Daehyun gasp.
“This is your punishment and your reward.”
The second one was even harder and Daehyun didn’t understand why his dick was responding to the pain.
“I don’t hear a thank you.” Mr. Bang muttered into his ear right before another slap of the belt.
“Thank y-you.” Daehyun closed his eyes and gripped even tighter to the edge of the desk, the cool wood refreshing on his warm cheek.
“Thank you what?”
Blow after blow rained down on his skin until Daehyun was moaning loudly into his arm with each one and could barely mouth the words “Thank you sir” to his teacher.
“Good boy.” Mr. Bang placed the belt to the side and smoothed his hands over the swollen red cheeks. “I told you that you could pick your reward.” His fingers smoothed across Daehyun’s hipbones making him shiver. “What do you want, Daehyun?”
He wanted his teacher to slam his face into the desk and ram into him until his thighs were bruised and he couldn’t walk for days. He wanted to moan so loudly that the entire school could hear him and would know that Mr. Bang chose him to be teacher’s pet. Daehyun wanted those long fingers deep inside of him as his teacher hissed into his ear everything that he wanted to do to him.
But that would have to wait for another day because he was hot and hard and close to bursting.
“Touch me?” He was blind as a bat without his glasses but even with them he didn’t think he would be able to see anything but the bright spots and swirling colors erupting behind his eyelids. The second his teacher touched him he went boneless, body melting into Mr. Bang’s strong hands and firm chest. “Ohgodohgodohgod.”
“You’re going to go home and do every single practice problem for this lesson. Right, Daehyun?” His thumb was silk against Daehyun’s fiery skin. It knew exactly where to press to make him cry out loud enough that his teacher was forced to slap a palm over his mouth and shush him. “As pretty as you sound I don’t want anyone else to hear it.”
He didn’t know if he was allowed to release and couldn’t move his mouth to form the words to ask, the only sound he could make was wheezing gasps every time Mr. Bang’s hand slid across his skin.
“What do you say to me for being so good to you, Daehyun?” The palm across his lips was moved to entangle in his sweat-matted hair, tilting his head to the side so that his teacher could reach the nape of his neck just under his hairline where no one could see.
“Thank you s-sir.”
His teeth bit down on Daehyun’s overly sensitive skin before he could finish his sentence and it had him stiffening and jerking backwards with a whimper as he let himself go across the front of Mr. Bang’s desk.
“Well that was a new way to study.” Mr. Bang laughed after he had given himself a few moments to recover, face still buried in his hair. “I wish Mr. Yoon had warned me about you.”
Daehyun was still panting across the desk, the blood slowly returning to his brain and the embarrassment of the situation hit him like a train. “Am I going to get in trouble for this?”
Still laughing, Mr. Bang helped him stand and reached down to pull his uniform back up, leaving the boxers to clean the desk with. “Kid, this was all me. No one would do a thing to you.” He winced and took a step backwards. “Why? Are you planning on saying something?”
He shook his head rapidly and blinked blurry eyes up at him. “No. Of course not. Can I have my glasses back?” Once they were back on and he could get a good look at the first person besides himself to ever touch him, Daehyun was able to see the regret and guilt on the older man’s face. “How old are you?”
Mr. Bang smoothed his messy hair down. “Thirty. Old enough to not get caught up by a pretty face and lips begging for my dick.” The words that would an hour ago have made Daehyun blush with childish horror now just made him bite his lips in anticipation. “Oh fuck, kid. Don’t do that.”
“Do you do this with students a lot?” The pang in his chest was probably jealousy but Daehyun told himself it was just his frazzled nerves. “Am I just the current one?”
“Do you do this with your teachers a lot?” Mr. Bang shot back.
Daehyun shook his head, eyes lowering to the floor in shame. “No.” He finally whispered. “Just you.”
“Good.” Mr. Bang suddenly tugged him forward so that he was between his teacher’s legs, hands curled into the now sweaty white t-shirt. “Now go home and do practice problems one through twenty. I’ll check them after study hall tomorrow.” He smiled as he licked wetly across Daehyun’s racing pulse. “And if you touch yourself between now and then I’ll know. And this time I’ll put those pretty lips to good use.”
He rushed out with his arms full of books and his mind already wondering if he wanted the reward of minding or the punishment of disobeying.
Both options sounded pretty good to him.
A/N I'm not a big fan of this one but it took me like two fucking months to write so I'm posting it.
Daehyun already hated math but now he was even more reluctant about his afternoon class than before. Mr. Yoon was a hard teacher but he knew Daehyun was struggling more than the others and always tried to help him when he could. This new teacher would probably laugh at his attempt at homework and he would be embarrassed in front of the entire class.
“Great.” He had math and then study hall in Mr. Yoon’s room so he was probably going to go home with double the amount of work once the baseball players got there. Study hall usually consisted of him trying to stay out of their way and them finding every excuse possible to tease him for his height, his glasses, even his hair. If the new sub was half a hardass as Youngjae was claiming him to be then Daehyun was not looking forward to the rest of the day.
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Daehyun walked into class and immediately froze in the doorway. When Youngjae told him there was a sub he was picturing someone his at least his parents age, someone grayer. Someone not sitting on the edge of the desk looking like he came straight to work after a modeling gig.
His jet black hair was cut short on the sides but kept long on the top and every time he moved it fell into his eyes and Daehyun’s fingers twitched wanting to know what it felt like. Where all of the other male teachers were older and wore khaki’s and button-up shirts that never changed their hue from the color of dirt, this one was dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt that showed more collarbone than Daehyun was comfortable with. He was the youngest teacher Daehyun had ever seen in their high school, but the slight wrinkles around his eyes as he smiled betrayed his age.
He tripped over a student’s backpack as he walked in, eyes glued to the man in the front of the room.
“Watch where you’re going.” The girl beside him snapped, shoving him forward. “Idiot.”
Daehyun hoped no one else saw his clumsiness and quickly ran to the back of the room where his usual desk was.
“Good afternoon.” Their new substitute teacher flashed even, perfect teeth at the class. “My name is Mr. Bang and I’ll be your teacher until Mr. Yoon can return. Let’s get started with your next lesson.”
Daehyun quickly turned to his math book but the words and numbers floated around in front of his eyes and he couldn’t seem to concentrate.
“Are you Daehyun?” The quiet voice of Mr. Bang interrupted his inner turmoil at not being able to complete that day’s lesson. “Mr. Yoon told me he was helping you outside of class. I’m happy to continue that after school if you think you need it.”
They both looked down at Daehyun’s blank notebook and a flush of embarrassment crept across the student’s neck.
“O-Okay.” He mumbled, hunching over his desk and covering his papers with his arms. “Thank you sir.” He watched Mr. Bang walk slowly back towards his desk and tried not to cough awkwardly when he leaned over to check another student’s work. The flush on his neck he knew was now spreading all over his body, waves of heat that he didn’t really want to experience in the middle of math class.
“Is there a problem, Daehyun?”
He jerked his eyes away from the swell of his teacher’s ass in his formfitting pants and shook his head. “No sir.”
The amused quick of his teacher’s lips went unnoticed as Daehyun forced himself to keep eyes on his book for the rest of the class.
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After math was finally, blissfully over Daehyun stumbled out of the room to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall, chest heaving. “You do not have a thing for your teacher you are not imagining your teacher naked you will not get an erection in the middle of study hall.” He chanted to himself, slapping his cheeks to make him more alert.
At the memory of the way Mr. Bang’s t-shirt hung open when he reached down to pick up his briefcase and Daehyun got a view of his chest he bit back a groan and pushed his fist into the top of his pants trying to will them to go back down.
“You didn’t even get hard when Youngjae’s sister lost her swimsuit top last summer.” He hissed as he dug his knuckles so hard into his eyes that he saw stars. “Stupid stupid Daehyun.”
The bell rang and he cursed himself for not realizing he had spent so long in the bathroom. Now he’d be late to class and everyone would stop and stare as he walked in.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” He mumbled to the teacher, eyes on the desk because he was too flustered to look up. “I thought I was getting sick so I went to the bathroom.”
Mr. Bang carefully brushed his bangs out of his face before fitting his palm over his forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”
Daehyun gripped his books tighter to his chest and tried to think of puppies and his grandma and the squish of wet food as he did the dishes. Anything but the touch on his skin. “I’m better now.” He squeaked, pulling away and rushing to his desk.
He usually spent his hour in study hall working on his math homework so that when Mr. Yoon tutored him he could see where he made mistakes, but today it was too much for him and he used his time by laying his head on his desk and mentally singing his favorite songs to distract him from the man in the front of the room. In the years since hitting puberty he’d been interested in a normal amount of random people but this was the first time someone made his skin tighten and his breath shorten with want.
“I should give you detention for coming in late and running away without permission.” Daehyun tensed when he heard Yongguk’s firm voice above him. “But you’re already staying over for tutoring so I’ll let it pass. This time.”
Daehyun didn’t know if the shiver across his spine was from worry or anticipation.
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“Mr. Yoon says you’re a little behind your classmates.” Mr. Bang leaned over Daehyun’s desk, completely obliterating his comfort zone. “Why is that, Daehyun? I took a look at your file and you’re making excellent grades in all of your other classes.”
“Math is difficult for me. I don’t see the point in trying if I’m never going to understand it.” Daehyun admitted, his attention glued to the pencil in his fingers. “I get distracted and all of the numbers run together.”
His teacher was quiet for a moment as he tried to think of a solution. “So what you’re saying is you need rewards for staying focused and finishing?”
He had never thought of it like that but it was true. He worked better when he knew there was something in it for him in the end.
“I don’t know… Maybe?”
The older man nodded, thinking it over in his head. “Okay then. You be a good boy and I’ll reward you.” He grinned at Daehyun’s gulp. “Question one.” Mr. Bang leaned over Daehyun, his chest hard and warm against Daehyun’s back, his whisper soft across his ear.
He stared at the problem, the numbers as gibberish to his eyes as Japanese. “Twenty-three?”
The guess made his teacher sigh and Daehyun was overcome with guilt that he had disappointed him. He refocused all of his attention on the paper and tried again. “Sixty-one times 3X.”
Smooth fingers glided up his bare arms, stopping at the sleeves of his uniform. “Correct. Question two.”
With a pout Daehyun turned his attention to the next problem. He had been promised a reward and he was disappointed to have been lied to.
“Two divided by X.” He grumbled, not even trying to figure the correct answer out.
Mr. Bang tugged roughly on his hair in warning. “You’re wasting my time, Daehyun.” This time Daehyun was positive he had felt lips brush over the shell of his ear and it sent him squirming and trying to push his chair under the desk to hide the reaction in his uniform pants, but the older man held him still with his strong grip. “Are you upset you didn’t get your reward?” At Daehyun’s timid nod, Mr. Bang laughed, the vibrations hitting Daehyun square against his back. “I was thinking of one big reward if you finished, but it looks like you’d rather have smaller ones for each answer, am I right?”
“Yes sir.” Daehyun could feel himself relaxing under the soft touch and steady breaths of his teacher.
“You get to decide how you want compensated for your hard work then.”
Mr. Yoon had never conducted their tutoring like this. Teasing him and baiting him until he was a nervous wreck and his brain was full of confusion.
Sometimes if he did really well then Mr. Yoon would give him a soda.
Daehyun didn’t think Mr. Bang’s prize was going to be a soda.
“Tell me what you want.”
He’d watched porn’s before that had started like this, Daehyun realized with a shaky breath. If he was brave enough to shyly bat his eyelashes and answer your cock like they did in the movies what would his teacher do?
Probably expel him to be honest.
Mr. Bang was just overly touchy, Daehyun assured himself. Until the roaming touches traveled higher and higher until his palm was heavy against Daehyun’s throat and he was tilting his head backwards.
“It’s disrespectful to ignore your elders.”
“M-Mr. Yoon never let me ask for a present. He says rewards are earned and not given.”
Something similar to anger passed over Mr. Bang’s expression. His jaw was set rigidly as he glared down at a terrified Daehyun. “Does Mr. Yoon reward you like this?” The hand on his throat squeezed tighter making Daehyun cough. “Does he put his hands on you?”
Daehyun tried to shake his head. “No sir.” He finally managed to croak when his teacher gifted him with a tiny swallow of air. “He gives me candy.”
“Candy?” Mr. Bang released him with a sly grin, his face so close that all Daehyun could see were his dark eyes staring deep inside of him. “If you want sugar then I’m more than happy to give you some sugar, Daehyun.” He turned Daehyun’s face back to the sheet of math problems. “Answer the next three correctly and I’ll make sure your mouth is chock full of reward.”
Daehyun flushed red with sudden arousal, the heat coiling inside of his belly like a snake. Whatever game his teacher was playing with him was too much too intense and was way out of his league, but Daehyun was too proud to crack and run away like a child.
“You can try.” He made his voice sound detached like he didn’t even care anyways. “But I don’t think it will be as good as what Mr. Yoon gives me. He knows exactly what I like.”
He jerked in shock when Mr. Bang covered his legs with his hands, the pads of his thumbs sliding down the inside of his thighs. “Don’t test me, kid.”
Now that Daehyun knew the right buttons to push to slowly work his teacher into an irritated frenzy he pressed them and didn’t let up for the rest of the tutoring session.
“Mr. Yoon told me I was his favorite student and that he’ll miss me when I graduate.”
“This summer Mr. Yoon said that I can come visit him at his home.”
“Mr. Yoon drops a lot of stuff and makes me pick it up for him. He’s so clumsy, don’t you think?”
By the time they had finished his math homework (with Daehyun still not really sure how to do any of the questions right), he had made Mr. Bang red with anger, his jaw set rock hard and eyes flashing with malice.
“Tutoring session’s over.” He locked the classroom door and pulled the shade down over the window before turning to Daehyun with a promising smirk. “Come here.”
Daehyun gulped, but he had pushed his teacher to this point and there was no backing out now.
When he reached the desk, Mr. Bang gently removed Daehyun’s glasses and folded them up to put in his shirt pocket. “As much as I like them I don’t want them broken.” He pushed him over the side, hands encircling Daehyun’s waist to undo his button. “Hold on.” He waited until Daehyun followed his orders before pushing the uniform pants and boxers to his feet. “You had fifteen questions on your homework, Daehyun.” He could hear the clink of metal as Mr. Bang’s belt was undone and pulled out of his jeans. “And I received fifteen smartass responses to each of them.” The belt buckle was ice cold against him as it slid across his flushed skin. “I think that deserves fifteen punishments.”
“But you promised rewards if I finished.” He couldn’t stop the whiny reply, his need for a prize betraying his sixteen years.
The first sting of the leather on him hurt like hell making Daehyun gasp.
“This is your punishment and your reward.”
The second one was even harder and Daehyun didn’t understand why his dick was responding to the pain.
“I don’t hear a thank you.” Mr. Bang muttered into his ear right before another slap of the belt.
“Thank y-you.” Daehyun closed his eyes and gripped even tighter to the edge of the desk, the cool wood refreshing on his warm cheek.
“Thank you what?”
Blow after blow rained down on his skin until Daehyun was moaning loudly into his arm with each one and could barely mouth the words “Thank you sir” to his teacher.
“Good boy.” Mr. Bang placed the belt to the side and smoothed his hands over the swollen red cheeks. “I told you that you could pick your reward.” His fingers smoothed across Daehyun’s hipbones making him shiver. “What do you want, Daehyun?”
He wanted his teacher to slam his face into the desk and ram into him until his thighs were bruised and he couldn’t walk for days. He wanted to moan so loudly that the entire school could hear him and would know that Mr. Bang chose him to be teacher’s pet. Daehyun wanted those long fingers deep inside of him as his teacher hissed into his ear everything that he wanted to do to him.
But that would have to wait for another day because he was hot and hard and close to bursting.
“Touch me?” He was blind as a bat without his glasses but even with them he didn’t think he would be able to see anything but the bright spots and swirling colors erupting behind his eyelids. The second his teacher touched him he went boneless, body melting into Mr. Bang’s strong hands and firm chest. “Ohgodohgodohgod.”
“You’re going to go home and do every single practice problem for this lesson. Right, Daehyun?” His thumb was silk against Daehyun’s fiery skin. It knew exactly where to press to make him cry out loud enough that his teacher was forced to slap a palm over his mouth and shush him. “As pretty as you sound I don’t want anyone else to hear it.”
He didn’t know if he was allowed to release and couldn’t move his mouth to form the words to ask, the only sound he could make was wheezing gasps every time Mr. Bang’s hand slid across his skin.
“What do you say to me for being so good to you, Daehyun?” The palm across his lips was moved to entangle in his sweat-matted hair, tilting his head to the side so that his teacher could reach the nape of his neck just under his hairline where no one could see.
“Thank you s-sir.”
His teeth bit down on Daehyun’s overly sensitive skin before he could finish his sentence and it had him stiffening and jerking backwards with a whimper as he let himself go across the front of Mr. Bang’s desk.
“Well that was a new way to study.” Mr. Bang laughed after he had given himself a few moments to recover, face still buried in his hair. “I wish Mr. Yoon had warned me about you.”
Daehyun was still panting across the desk, the blood slowly returning to his brain and the embarrassment of the situation hit him like a train. “Am I going to get in trouble for this?”
Still laughing, Mr. Bang helped him stand and reached down to pull his uniform back up, leaving the boxers to clean the desk with. “Kid, this was all me. No one would do a thing to you.” He winced and took a step backwards. “Why? Are you planning on saying something?”
He shook his head rapidly and blinked blurry eyes up at him. “No. Of course not. Can I have my glasses back?” Once they were back on and he could get a good look at the first person besides himself to ever touch him, Daehyun was able to see the regret and guilt on the older man’s face. “How old are you?”
Mr. Bang smoothed his messy hair down. “Thirty. Old enough to not get caught up by a pretty face and lips begging for my dick.” The words that would an hour ago have made Daehyun blush with childish horror now just made him bite his lips in anticipation. “Oh fuck, kid. Don’t do that.”
“Do you do this with students a lot?” The pang in his chest was probably jealousy but Daehyun told himself it was just his frazzled nerves. “Am I just the current one?”
“Do you do this with your teachers a lot?” Mr. Bang shot back.
Daehyun shook his head, eyes lowering to the floor in shame. “No.” He finally whispered. “Just you.”
“Good.” Mr. Bang suddenly tugged him forward so that he was between his teacher’s legs, hands curled into the now sweaty white t-shirt. “Now go home and do practice problems one through twenty. I’ll check them after study hall tomorrow.” He smiled as he licked wetly across Daehyun’s racing pulse. “And if you touch yourself between now and then I’ll know. And this time I’ll put those pretty lips to good use.”
He rushed out with his arms full of books and his mind already wondering if he wanted the reward of minding or the punishment of disobeying.
Both options sounded pretty good to him.
A/N I'm not a big fan of this one but it took me like two fucking months to write so I'm posting it.