This is as Good as it's Going to Get [1/3]
Title: This is as Good as it's Going to Get [1/3]
Rating: nc-17
Genre: teachers!au, smut, gangbang
Pairing: suho x everyone
Summary: Principal Joonmyun just needs to... relax.
Warnings: gangbang, pornographic themes, spitroasting, slight use of toys, slight bondage, bottom!suho, really lame sex jokes and more penis than there should ever be in one fic
It’s the time of the year for exams at EXO High, and stress levels have blown through the roof.
“They’re not students, they’re a goddamn bunch of idiots!” someone bellows from the principal’s office.
It echoes down the corridor and all the way out to the reception area where the school secretary Kyungsoo is helping a mother enrol her child for next year.
She narrows her eyes. “What was that?”
Kyungsoo waves his hand. “Please excuse our cafeteria lady,” he says smoothly. “She ordered potatoes but the delivery man dropped off the wrong vegetables. ‘They’re not tubers, they’re a goddamn bunch of carrots.’ You know.”
The lady nods and keeps ticking boxes on the forms she’s filling out. “Some people,” she mutters, and Kyungsoo nods along with her, “bloody useless.”
He grabs a stack of post-its and scribbles a reminder for Joonmyun to keep the screaming to a minimum.
When the lady is gone and the bell for lunch goes off Kyungsoo wanders down to the cafeteria, slapping the sticky note to Joonmyun’s door on the way, and orders a double shot espresso before all the hungry students pile in and accidentally run him over.
“Long morning?” Jongin asks, handing over the coffee.
Jongin is music teacher Taemin’s TA, one of the school’s part-time cafeteria-employee (the plan was to save money by hiring the same person to do two jobs) and probably the only one who makes Kyungsoo’s day bearable, always greeting him with a bright smile and asking how he is.
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo sighs, making room for the students already jumping in line, “things are hectic as usual since Joon - oh god, he’s coming-”
The cafeteria’s normal buzz quietens slightly as the school’s principal throws open the doors and marches in with the grandeur of a pompous king. He skips the line because he can and peers at the food available.
“…Don’t you think that’s a lot of cheese?” he asks slowly. He stares hard at the food and if looks could burn, the poor macaroni would be charred black.
“That’s how much we always put in it, sir,” the lunch lady answers in a small voice.
“It’s not very healthy,” Joonmyun tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. “No wonder the students aren’t doing well. They’re not being fed right! All this fatty- ”
“Oh, come on,” Kris interrupts them. The English teacher approaches with the head of the computer science department in tow. “Give them a break, they can eat what they want.”
“The one who needs fat is you, Mr Principal sir,” Jongdae adds mockingly. “Look at how skinny your ass is.” He grabs Joonmyun’s butt and a few of the girls wolf-whistle in the background.
EXO High’s teachers are probably listed under the dictionary’s definition of gay.
Joonmyun smacks Jongdae’s hand away. “Where’s my TA?” he demands.
“At the table,” Kris replies. He shoves a salad into the principal’s hands and steers him in the direction of the seats reserved for the staff. “Here’s your rabbit food. Now go sit down and moan about something that isn’t exams.”
Kyungsoo waves goodbye to Jongin, who waves back merrily and starts serving the line of pupils. Ignoring Joonmyun’s muttering and grumbling, the secretary and Kris drag him to the staff table where biology teacher Luhan is whispering kinky things into school accountant Minseok’s ear, Yixing is busy grading history papers and Chanyeol and Baekhyun from the science faculty are butting heads over physical chemistry applications. Zitao’s absence means he’s most likely been put in charge of detention duty today.
“What did you complain about?” Sehun asks. A blob of mayonnaise from his sandwich goes unnoticed on the corner of his mouth. Or, at least, it looks like mayonnaise.
“I wasn’t complaining. Don’t talk back to me if you still want to be a teacher’s assistant,” Joonmyun snaps.
“You can always come be my assistant, Sehunnie,” Luhan winks at him.
“Don’t be a pedo,” Baekhyun cuts in.
“Four years doesn’t make me a pedo.”
If Joonmyun could, he would have fired them all by now. It was only too bad that his precious school would fall to pieces without his teachers.
“Sehun is going nowhere,” he interrupts the bickering pair. “I’ve seen the marks your students get, Luhan, and if you can’t even motivate your own students to pass then you don’t deserve an assistant.”
Yixing looks up from his paper-grading. “But your students aren’t very motivated either, sir.” He points this out with the politeness only Yixing can exude. “They’re kind of depressed, even. We heard you calling them idiots this morning.”
Joonmyun flushes. “The exam stress is settling in,” he says through gritted teeth. “They’re having a hard time, that’s all.”
“You mean like how it’s settling in on you?” Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. “Sir, you should take a deep breath and chill- ”
“Take a deep breath and chill?” Joonmyun yells. He thumps the table with his hand. “Exams are three weeks away, the students aren’t studying at all and they won’t even pay attention in class! And they’re not eating proper meals or looking after themselves - I mean, what if they do horribly and give my school a bad reputation and we get shut down and none of you will have jobs anymore - and - and then what will you- ”
He starts waving his arms manically but everyone’s long given up listening to him; they go through this phase of Kim Joonmyun every year, where exams roll by and he becomes absolutely neurotic about every single thing that has to do with the upcoming tests and develops an absurd fear of his students failing. He gets grumpy at the ones falling behind, dishes out detentions on the hour and waits for kids to drop rubbish in the corridors so he can yell at them to pick it up. It drives the rest of the teachers insane and more often than not they steal Kyungsoo’s pad of sticky notes and plaster Joonmyun’s door with complaints about how he’s raining on everyone’s parade.
But there’s never actually been a year where the students have done horribly and given the school a bad reputation and gotten them shut down and made the teachers jobless, which is where Joonmyun reverts back to being the super gay principal of EXO High (the other staff are known to be gay all year long) who has Pirates of the Caribbean posters in his office, wears Christmas sweaters in May and also teaches mathematics with his TA Sehun.
“I think you need to get laid,” Jongdae and Luhan say in unison.
Joonmyun sputters and chokes on his salad. Pieces of lettuce spray across the table and Yixing executes damage control in the form of handing over a napkin or ten. “Excuse me?”
“You need to get laid,” Jongdae repeats in a monotone. “We tell you the same thing every year.”
“When was the last time you got some?” Luhan asks bluntly. He says it like he’s commenting on how nice the weather is today, or what colour shirt he’s wearing. He’s somehow moved to Minseok’s lap now, feeding him tidbits from his plate while the girls on the other side of the cafeteria hyperventilate and die.
Joonmyun tries to play it cool. “I could ask you the same thing,” he shoots back with a snarky look.
Luhan doesn’t miss a beat. “Like two hours ago?” he shrugs. “Minseok and I had a quickie at morning tea.”
Minseok keeps on eating his lunch. He is, sadly, used to Luhan’s antics to the point where it no longer fazes him.
“Me too,” Baekhyun chimes in. “Chanyeol and I got the janitor’s closet- ”
“That’s not true,” Yixing interjects, “I saw Kris in there with you too, don’t lie.”
“Scandalous,” Sehun hoots.
Joonmyun sputters again, bright red in the face, and stands up to leave. “One day all of you will get caught,” he points at them, “and I won’t be there to save your shitty asses.” He stomps off to go and harass the lunch lady some more.
They don’t pay his threats any mind; the last time he carried them out was never.
“He actually swore,” Sehun says, eyes sparkly with wonder.
“You haven’t been here long enough to know him as well as we do, Sehunnie,” Chanyeol reminds him. “When he’s alone in his office during exam time, his favourite word is fuck.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah, fuck. Although he needs to do less swearing with it and more doing it,” Baekhyun sniggers, and he and Kris hi-five each other at his bad word-play. “But check out the booty. I’d tap that any day.”
They all look over to where Jongdae is already perving at the principal leaning over the counter and throwing a hissy fit about the food safety standards of the cafeteria.
“He gives me boners when he’s teaching,” Sehun sighs, poking at his food. “He’s always like ‘just observe for now’ and then he stands in front of me and I end up observing his butt- ”
“Funny that, you were all over Jongin in the back of the cafeteria the other day,” Minseok says. “Guess he likes to serve you sausage, huh.”
Luhan cheers because he’s corrupted Minseok and he’s not even sorry.
“I reckon he could do with a round in the janitor’s closet too,” Chanyeol waggles his eyebrows.
“Who?” asks Zitao, appearing at the table with a muffin in one hand and latte in the other. He hates doing the detentions and has to constantly get out for air; there’s always all these girls in the detention room who he’s pretty sure haven’t done a single bad thing in their lives and are just there to ogle him.
“My god, why don’t you just all fuck him?” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, because he’s secretly evil and as the secretary, he’s the one who has to deal with most of Joonmyun’s shit.
Luhan and Jongdae look at each other.
Yixing pulls out a chair for Zitao and Kris shoves the gym teacher into it, because this is as good as it’s going to get.
Eight-thirty AM Friday mornings are always reserved for the weekly staff meeting, where everyone sits around a nice little wooden table and up the front of the room is a computer and projector for whoever’s turn it is to rant about the recent issues at EXO High. It has, on more than one occasion, accidentally turned into a giant orgy (like last year when Joonmyun was in one of his frenetic exam period moods and they just locked him out of the staffroom so they could do the dirty in peace).
This year they’re prepared, and they’re ready for him.
“Hi everybody, sorry I’m late, I had a mmpmhpphh- ”
As soon as he walks in a hand is clapped over his mouth; his vision goes dark as another hand covers his eyes and a pair of arms grab him around the waist. Somebody else starts undoing the buttons on his clothes.
“Oh come on, Luhan, let him talk,” comes Minseok’s voice.
Minseok?
He’s probably the only person Luhan ever listens to and for that, Joonmyun is thankful, and he screams bloody murder as soon as Luhan’s hand disappears from his mouth.
“Let me go!” he yells, struggling and flailing his arms. His jacket’s already gone and his button-up meets the same fate in a matter of seconds. “I don’t know what you’re doing but- ”
“Sounds like he’s got a pretty good set of lungs on him,” Kris smirks. He undoes the tie around his neck and uses it to secure Joonmyun’s wrists in front of him.
“Nah, just wait until we’re in him and then he’ll really sing,” Baekhyun laughs.
“That was really cheesy, even for you, Baek.” Chanyeol winces.
"What?" Joonmyun shrieks. “In me? You’d better not be doing what I think you’re doing- ”
Kyungsoo picks up Joonmyun’s fallen tie and gags him with it.
They strip him of his pants and shoes, truss him up by the ankles and deposit him on the table they hold their staff meetings on every Friday morning. The hand covering his eyes is finally lifted away and he’s greeted with the sight of eleven teachers all stroking themselves to full hardness and eyeing his naked form like they haven’t eaten in weeks. He’s not sure whether he should feel turned on or not to be the centre of such attention, but his cock is happy to make the decision for him.
Jongdae pets his hair reassuringly. “We have a proposition for you, Mr Principal sir,” he drawls. “We know it’s exam time and all but you’re an uptight bastard and you should relax before you die from a stroke.”
Joonmyun hates Jongdae to hell and back. It must show on his face because everyone laughs.
“Since you love exams so much, we set up an test of our own for you,” Chanyeol says excitedly. He flashes all his sparkly white teeth in a winning smile.
Joonmyun does not like where this is going.
“There’s only one rule. We blindfold you, and you just have to guess whose cock is in your ass. If you get it right, whoever’s fucking you is out.” Chanyeol grabs Joonmyun’s family jewels for extra emphasis.
There is a deathly silence in the staffroom, and Yixing kindly fishes the tie out of the principal’s mouth so he can speak.
“What the hell,” Joonmyun says flatly.
Plaaaaaay, his dick insists, and Chanyeol’s hand is not helping matters at all.
“Come on, sir,” Zitao pouts. “This is why people always think you have a stick up your ass.”
“Well, what if I say no?” Joonmyun tries.
“Easy,” Luhan replies, holding up his hands in the universal gesture of a shrug. “We fuck you anyway.”
“Since you could really use a chance to loosen up,” Jongdae nods.
Fuck, Joonmyun curses, fuck EXO High and its horde of horny teachers who can’t even keep it in their pants.
“Is that a yes?” Sehun asks hopefully.
“Oh my god, you dragged my TA into this too. You’re nuts.”
“No, your nuts,” says Chanyeol, squeezing Joonmyun’s sack.
“Don’t forget us,” Jongin adds, grabbing Yixing’s wrist and raising both their hands together.
“Either you play or we take our time playing with you,” Kyungsoo states briskly. “There’s eleven of us here, and only one of you.”
Everybody stares at him.
“You’re evil,” Minseok whispers.
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Joonmyun wails. He flaps his arms about as best as he can in his tied-up state and flops about on the table but all he gets is a sore back. “Untie me right now!”
“That’s a yes,” Jongdae declares. He holds his hand out and Kris drops a bottle of lube onto his palm. Several teachers pin Joonmyun’s hips down and fold his legs against his chest ,and Jongdae gets to work.
“No, it’s not, and get your fingers away - o-oh…” Joonmyun squeaks and immediately flushes to the roots of his hair, squirming as Jongdae wiggles the one finger inside his passage. “W-wait…”
Jongdae pauses. Luhan takes the chance to be an asshole and stick his finger in, well, an asshole.
Joonmyun squeals (which he’ll deny later) and involuntarily bucks his hips for more. “F-Fine, okay,” he gasps, “I’ll p-play your stupid game. And only because it’ll get me out of here quicker,” he mutters as an afterthought. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this.”
Yixing pats his cheek. “Good choice, sir.”
“Don’t ‘sir’ me, Yi- ”
“Pipe down, you’re going to pop a vein,” Kris sighs. He undoes his tie and turns it into a makeshift blindfold for a grumbling Joonmyun. “Just calm down. And opening your mouth would be nice.”
“Why do I have to open my m-mphh.” He finds out why when Kris’s cock gets shoved between his lips.
“Suck,” Kris orders.
Joonmyun cries inside because he knows he’s going to have to do as they say if he wants to escape alive, and secondly, because his traitor of a body is going along with their plans without his permission. He sighs and resigns himself to giving Kris what is hopefully an acceptable blowjob (his skills may or may not have gotten a wee bit rusty since the exam period started) while Luhan and Jongdae stretch him out, and then Jongin and Kyungsoo join in with a finger each.
He keens loudly as Baekhyun and Chanyeol work on his cock together, one stroking him to full mast and the other working swirling his tongue around his balls. Damn, it really had been a while since he’d last gotten laid.
Joonmyun’s at a loss for words without his vision. He can’t predict who’s going to be next and where they’re going to be, but he admits to nobody in particular that he might, just a little tiny tiny wee bit, be turned on by all of this.
Someone else jams their cock in his mouth and a soft voice that moans his name tells him the owner is probably Zitao - and if he can tell a person by their voice, he thinks this might not be so hard after all. The majority of EXO High’s teachers are as vocal as they can get, Jongdae in particular, when he shoos students out of his computer room and locks it during lunchtimes so he can watch porn. Joonmyun still remembers that time he wanted to print out worksheets for his students, heard what he thought was someone in pain and quickly unlocked the door to find a video on the projector and Jongdae jacking off to it. Joonmyun has seen enough whips and chains and handcuffs to last him for the rest of his life. He also never prints out worksheets during lunchtimes anymore.
One of the fingers in his ass suddenly hooks up into his prostate and he cries out, canting his hips into whoever’s mouth is giving him that really good blowjob and trying to get more but then all four digits disappear without warning and he’s left feeling emptier than when he started.
“Hurry up,” he whines around the cocks in his mouth.
“Weren’t you saying no like five minutes ago?” Jongdae asks.
Joonmyun swears under his breath. He can hear them discussing among themselves who’s going to go first but the two tongues running up and down his shaft are really distracting and then someone’s running their teeth over his nipple and he ends up shouting at them to just do something.
He tenses up when a blunt end nudges against his hole, still slightly cool from the recently-applied lube and dripping it down his perineum.
“Ready?” comes Yixing’s voice. “You’re free to guess whenever you like.”
It clicks in Joonmyun’s head.
He feels himself being slowly breached, the cock pressing in until his ass is flush with a pelvis and he moans at the familiar fullness he hasn’t felt since his dildo broke a few weeks back.
“Yixing,” he gasps out, turning his head away from the cocks in his mouth. His voice; it must be Yixing. “Is it Yixing?”
“Wrong,” Jongdae drawls. “It was Luhan.”
Someone groans. “What the fuck? I didn’t even get started!”
“Luhan, shut up,” says Jongdae.
“This is stupid,” Joonmyun grumbles.
“Joonmyun, shut up,” says Kris. He presses his cock against Joonmyun’s lips, Zitao also slipping his cock back in alongside Kris’s, and Joonmyun sadly resigns himself to his blowjob-ing status. Luhan reluctantly pulls out, Joonmyun feeling empty again, but it’s only temporary until another cock enters him.
Yixing fucks him with an air of gentleness, rocking his hips slowly and hands running soothingly up and down Joonmyun’s thighs. It’s almost borderline romantic and Jongdae pretends to gag.
“You’d better hope he didn’t see that,” Baekhyun whispers to him. “Zhang Yixing will destroy you in your sleep.”
Jongdae shudders a little. There’s some truth to Baekhyun’s statement, after all. Although Yixing has yet to destroy him in his sleep, he certainly has destroyed him while in the janitor’s closet.
Joonmyun squeezes his eyes closed, trying hard to not to get swept away in the storm of sensations in his system. He quickly reminds himself that he has to take a guess, lest he be here for the entire day.
“Kyungsoo,” he gasps during a nudge to his prostate that sends him seeing stars. Kyungsoo is the gentle, nice type. The kind who handles all his secretary affairs and makes him coffee on the occasion. It’s definitely Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun’s face burns when every member of the staff bursts into raucous laughter.
“He actually thought it was Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol hoots, clapping his hands together in his usual seal-like fashion. “He actually thinks Kyungsoo fucks like that.”
Joonmyun wants to shoot back with a question about how Chanyeol would know such a thing but he decides to wisely hold his tongue; they were all acting like Kyungsoo was some sort of evil incarnate. His mouth is also still full of cock anyway and anything he says is most likely going to come out as ‘arvnnqvhhnierdfio’ anyway.
Luhan drags Chanyeol around the table and pushes him between Joonmyun’s thighs, flapping his hands in a ‘go on’ motion.
Baekhyun holds out the lube for Chanyeol to take. “Here. Ootherwise, if he can’t walk after this it’s going to be your fault.”
Chanyeol gives him a thumbs-up and Kris tries to secretly compare the size of Chanyeol’s package to his own. He’s miffed. They actually think Chanyeol’s the biggest.
“Oh my god,” Joonmyun mumbles, his breathing speeding up. He almost feels like he’s being torn in two. Thankfully he’s granted a bit of time to adjust and a hand slips into his hair to remind him he has cock to suck. He groans resignedly and takes Kris and Zitao’s cocks down as best as he can.
Whoever is between his legs starts thrusting into him, setting a comfortable pace that has Joonmyun spiralling into a state of mindless bliss, panting and gasping at the fullness in his ass.
“Is it Kris?” he wheezes.
A series of snorts run around the circle of teachers.
“I don’t know, is it?” Kris says gleefully, and in that moment Joonmyun realizes the monster he thought was in his ass has actually been in his mouth this entire time. Were it not for the tie binding his wrists, he would have facepalmed by now. He turns his face away and purses his lips, clearly refusing suck any more dick. Zitao looks like a kicked puppy and sidles over to Baekhyun instead.
“Well, who was it, then?” Joonmyun demands.
“Me,” says Chanyeol.
“…Who’s ‘me’?”
“Chanyeol, sir.”
“Impossible,” Joonmyun scoffs. “You know what, that’s what this game is. Imposs- ”
Kyungsoo pushes Baekhyun aside, who had been giving Joonmyun a half-assed blowjob, and proceeds to do it himself - and Joonmyun chokes on his words, feeling his entire length disappear into a heavenly warm wetness. He almost even misses Chanyeol pulling out and someone else replacing him.
Spending his life in the performing arts has its perks. Jongin would know. His pace is quick, his rhythm strong; he slams into Joonmyun with powerful snaps of his hips and Kyungsoo glares at Jongin meaningfully as Joonmyun’s slight frame starts to slowly edge across the desk.
“F-fu-shit,” Joonmyun grinds out, the back of his head hitting the table loudly. “Yes, hard- ”
A finger pokes him in the cheek.
“Don’t forget to guess the cock,” a familiar voice trills in his ear.
“J-Jongdae?” Joonmyun accidentally says. It’s got to be him. Only he could be so smug about this.
They all laugh at him, Jongdae’s crowing the loudest of them all.
“Is that your guess?” the computer teacher asks.
Joonmyun nods, breath catching in his throat as Kyungsoo’s tongue laves over head of his dick.
“Wrong!” Jongdae mocks him some more. “And for the record, that was Jongin.”
“Sorry, sir,” Jongin says apologetically, pulling himself out and slinking away.
Joonmyun lies on the table, still feeling eerily overexposed with eleven others eyeing his every move (or at least he thinks they’re looking. The blindfold is not helping at all.). He hears the next person shuffling about before their hands grip the insides of his thighs -
Never mind Chanyeol’s cock. Joonmyun takes back everything he ever thought about it. He whines lowly at the sensation of being filled even more, being stuffed to full - but there’s something he is not liking.
Not that he would ever stoop down to admitting it but he knows Oh Sehun’s cock, and that weapon of a reproductive organ is up his ass.
Kyungsoo’s lips are still stretched around Joonmyun’s girth and he fixes Sehun with a death glare when the boy’s thrusts make Joonmyun buck so hard he nearly chokes the tiny secretary.
Sehun mostly ignores him and relishes his precious opportunity to fuck Joonmyun senseless, slamming into him roughly and the sounds of his balls slapping against pert ass cheeks filling the staffroom. Watching Joonmyun crying out helplessly for more and struggling valiantly against his restraints sends thrills down his spine.
“Harder, Sehun,” Joonmyun whimpers, his passage clenching tightly around Sehun’s length, “fuck, harder…”
The entire staffroom falls silent. Sehun’s hips stop right where they are, a slightly dumbstruck expression on his face. All the teachers stare at each other. Even Kyungsoo pulls away to stare at the principal judgingly.
Joonmyun wants to punch his stupid self in the stupid mouth.
Yixing is the first to collect his wits together. He leans in curiously and asks, “Did you actually know it was Sehun, or was that just a really good guess?”
Joonmyun snorts in derision. “Of course it wasn’t a just a guess,” he says sarcastically. “I know what Sehun feels like.”
More silence ensues, and he thinks he should maybe just seal his dumb mouth shut with super glue.
Sehun’s cheeks go red and he looks down at the headmaster in disbelief.
“Well,” Jongdae quips at him, “how does it feel to have your cover blown by the size of your dick?”
Sehun hasn’t even opened his mouth to reply when Kyungsoo suddenly cuts in.
“Hold on. How do you know what Sehun feels like?” he asks, looking at Joonmyun accusingly. He then remembers that Joonmyun can’t see and hopes the accusation in his voice will do.
“Yeah!” Chanyeol butts in. “I thought - I thought that- ”
“That Sehun was still trying to get into his pants?” Zitao finishes.
Ten pairs of eyes are directed at the math teacher’s TA. Sehun goes one shade redder and he scratches his neck sheepishly.
“Uh,” he says intelligently. “Yeah. I got in.”
Luhan whoops and shakes his fist in the air. “Wow, Sehunnie, you got us good. I’m proud of you,” he adds. “We would’ve never guessed at all.”
Sehun scowls at Joonmyun, until he too remembers that Joonmyun can’t see, but a little part of him is satisfied at how guilty the headmaster looks after accidentally letting their secret come to light. But the sadistic part of Sehun that is grumpy at being eliminated from the game first emerges victorious and he pulls out of Joonmyun’s ass without warning.
“Just for that,” he states, “I’m going to come on your face.”
Joonmyun gulps in shock. “For the love of god, not on- ”
“I can’t hear you, sir.” Sehun walks around the table until Joonmyun’s head is directly beneath his cock. He pumps himself leisurely, his hand gliding smoothly with the leftover lube, working the palm of his hand over the head and slit. He’s not in the game anymore so he’s no hurry. Joonmyun can have the benefit of the doubt, having to lie there and expect come to hit him in the face. Sehun’s sadistic side is having a field day.
The warm shaft of somebody’s cock slaps at Joonmyun’s cheek lightly and he makes a discontented noise, forgetting about Sehun for now.
“No.” He purses his lips and turns his head further away.
The dick continues to slap at him until he finally gives in, complaining the whole way, and opens his mouth for whoever it is to put their cock in. He can hear muffled laughing in the background and he wonders how red his face is. He flattens his tongue and bobs his head as best as he can; he can already feel the beginnings of a crick in his neck.
“I don’t think a cock is going to make a very effective gag,” someone comments. Joonmyun recognizes Zitao’s soft timbre. Kyungsoo reassures him that it doesn’t matter.
At the same time gentle hands open his legs for penetration, he realizes there’s only one cock between his lips - and he hadn’t heard anybody moving considerable distances, so had the other person who’d previously had their cock in his mouth as well be the one about to fuck him now? He vaguely remembers Zitao and Kris being the closest to him. Could it be one of- ”
“Ah!” he cries out around the cock in his mouth. The one easing into his hole is warm and strangely, lacking the coldness of newly-applied lube. Whichever staff member it is starts fucking him good and his thoughts kind of walk into each other and fall over. “What- ”
But which one of Zitao and Kris was most inclined to do so? Was that what people who were into BDSM were into?
Was Kris secretly into BDSM? Kris is secretly a lot of things (or secretly not a lot of things, like that time he’d tried to apply for a position in the art department). But Zitao often spent time with Kris. There was every possibility they both ran in the same circles. Was what he was thinking even making sense?
Maybe Joonmyun is overthinking again. What if it wasn’t even Kris or Zitao? They could even be trying to conserve lube, since there’s still plenty of it left from the five (or was it six? He’s lost count) who have already had their turn with him.
“I think he’s fallen asleep,” Minseok chirps.
Joonmyun comes back to earth with a start. “I did not fall asleep,” he says grumpily. He bites his lip as the cock in his ass suddenly thrusts into him hard. “Even I have standards when I’m- ”
“Sir, I think you gave up all your rights to standards when you agreed to this,” Yixing gently reminds him.
“If you haven’t fallen asleep,” Kyungsoo interrupts, “then tell us who’s fucking you.”
Joonmyun curses. “Kris, goddammit!” he yells out. He prays that he’s right.
Zitao pauses in mid-thrust. “It’s me,” he says, amused.
“I was still in your mouth,” Kris tells him, even more amused. “You never stopped sucking me off.”
Joonmyun’s eyebrow twitches. “You’re joking.”
He’s about to cuss him out with a few choice swear words when something warm splashes unexpectedly on his face.
Joonmyun yelps in surprise and his expression contorts into one of horror. Several of the staff snort back their laughter (except for Jongdae, who caws louder than a rooster at dawn).
Sehun strokes himself quickly through his climax, coming in long strings of white.
One spurt hits Joonmyun on the side of his forehead, another by his lip and the third lands somewhere on his chest. The last splashes in his hair and by then his entire face is embarrassingly red.
“Sehun!” he sputters, raising his wrists to shield himself from any more.
“Your aim is shit,” Jongin notes.
“Doubt yours is any better,” Sehun retorts back. He gives his handiwork a smug once-over and saunters back to the other side of the staffroom.
“I must have been a bad person in my past life to deserve this,” Joonmyun laments. He can already feel the come cooling on his skin and he bets he looks so used right now. He tries to use the tie looped around his wrists to wipe it off and fails spectacularly, instead smearing it further across his chin and forehead.
“Oh, god,” he wails. He whines a little when Zitao pulls out and pats Joonmyun’s (clean) cheek almost endearingly and moves away to join the rest of the other teachers.
Kris also backs off too but before Joonmyun can say anything about it Baekhyun steals his position. Yixing takes Joonmyun’s cock in his mouth and Minseok grasps his hips, fucking him slowly and deeply.
Joonmyun half-cries at the mind-blowing sensations, sending frissons of pleasure up Baekhyun’s cock and the latter lets a curse slip through his teeth. He tries make a guess, really, but it’s hard and he actually can’t make a decent judgement based on penis size this time. He’s sure he isn’t giving Kris a blowjob anymore, but was it Kris who had his lips around Joonmyun’s cock?
Was Kris even the kind of person who gave people blowjobs?
It must be Kris fucking him.
Why were all his guesses Kris?
He’d better pick fast, he supposes, before they think he’s fallen asleep again. Shitty blindfold. He was going to burn everybody’s ties when he’s done with this.
“Kris,” he breathes out, starting to feel heat coil in his gut.
Yixing lets Joonmyun’s cock fall from his mouth, slick and shiny with spit. “Are you serious, sir?” he asks, a small smile on his lips.
Wait - was that Yixing talking to him? Joonmyun inwardly counts his lucky stars. It had to be Kris, then. But Yixing’s question makes him so unsure he wants to rethink his guess. He must have screwed up bad.
“It’s Minseok!” Luhan exclaims, like Joonmyun’s silly. “Come on, it’s so easy to tell- ”
“We don’t really want to know how you can tell.” Kyungsoo slaps a hand over the mouth of the biology teacher. Luhan sticks his tongue out and licks at the palm of his hand, and Kyungsoo withdraws it with a look of disgust.
“I didn’t know you wanted it to be Kris that badly,” Jongdae grins. Kris laughs in the background.
Minseok withdraws, looking sheepish. “It’s okay,” he chuckles. “I’m sure he would prefer Kris over me.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Joonmyun squawks.
Luhan pats Minseok’s butt as he comes back and wraps his arm around his shoulder. “I’d never pick Kris over you,” he says sweetly. Minseok and Kris both roll their eyes.
Joonmyun’s attention is drawn back by a cock rubbing against his lips. He makes a noise of discontent, but at least it gives him something to do while he waits for the next cock to enter him.
He doesn’t have to wait long. He feels the sizeable girth almost immediately, despite how stretched he already is. He’s not going to let this one escape him; hell no.
“Chanyeol!” he yells, before Yixing even has the chance to wrap his lips around Joonmyun’s cock. It has to be.
Everybody bursts into laughter.
“I’m going to bust my guts,” Baekhyun chokes out, holding his sides in mirth and slapping Jongin’s thigh uncontrollably. “Chanyeol. He said Chanyeol.”
“What? Who is it, then?” Joonmyun screeches. “You’d better not be lying to me- ”
“He’s not,” Kris says, also clutching his sides. “It was me.” He has to pull out and go sit down on a nearby table to catch his breath. Another round of laughter ripples through all the staff members and Joonmyun is frustrated beyond imagination.
“It’s too hard!” he explodes, trying to wave his arms for emphasis. “There’s too many of you and you keep changing! How am I supposed to know who is fucking me?”
While the others continue pissing themselves at the headmaster’s situation, Jongdae gives his outburst some consideration.
He facepalms in conclusion. Joonmyun has a point - there were a significant number of them after all - and they could potentially be here forever, if Joonmyun’s awful ability to play this game was anything to go by.
“I think we should give him some clues,” he says, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Otherwise we’re never going to leave.”
After some debate, a general muttering of agreement fills the room.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol says, and Zitao nods alongside him.
“Yes,” Joonmyun grumps, “you’d better.”
“You’re still hard,” Kris points out, “for all the complaining you do.”
Joonmyun goes quiet. “My back is sore,” he says flatly.
“Put him on his hands and knees!” Luhan cheers.
“No, I don’t want- ”
Jongin and Yixing grab his arms. Three teachers from the science department take his legs, and they flip him over onto his stomach. Joonmyun sighs and resigns himself to doggy position, trying to ignore the building need in his groin that urges him to hurry and reach climax.
Jongdae sighs too. “Look at that ass.”
“Stop looking!” Joonmyun yells.
“Just because you can’t see, Mr. Principal sir, doesn’t mean I can’t.” Jongdae shoves Baekhyun aside for his position by Joonmyun’s head. “But I guess you could put your mouth to good use.”
Joonmyun huffs but he knows the drill, and automatically opens his mouth wide.
“Fuck yes,” Jongdae hisses, eyes closing at head tipping back. “You suck cock so good, Mr. Principal sir- ”
“The entire school population is going to hear if you keep being that loud,” Baekhyun warns him.
Jongdae shrugs and tightens his grip in Joonmyun’s hair. “They can all hear me watch porn in my computer room during lunch anyway.”
“Probably because you’re so noisy?”
“Who’s next?” the ever-sensible Yixing asks.
“Me, me- ” Luhan hops off Minseok’s lap.
“You already had your turn,” Sehun says, and Joonmyun hears them all squabble like chickens over whose turn it is next.
part 2
Rating: nc-17
Genre: teachers!au, smut, gangbang
Pairing: suho x everyone
Summary: Principal Joonmyun just needs to... relax.
Warnings: gangbang, pornographic themes, spitroasting, slight use of toys, slight bondage, bottom!suho, really lame sex jokes and more penis than there should ever be in one fic
It’s the time of the year for exams at EXO High, and stress levels have blown through the roof.
“They’re not students, they’re a goddamn bunch of idiots!” someone bellows from the principal’s office.
It echoes down the corridor and all the way out to the reception area where the school secretary Kyungsoo is helping a mother enrol her child for next year.
She narrows her eyes. “What was that?”
Kyungsoo waves his hand. “Please excuse our cafeteria lady,” he says smoothly. “She ordered potatoes but the delivery man dropped off the wrong vegetables. ‘They’re not tubers, they’re a goddamn bunch of carrots.’ You know.”
The lady nods and keeps ticking boxes on the forms she’s filling out. “Some people,” she mutters, and Kyungsoo nods along with her, “bloody useless.”
He grabs a stack of post-its and scribbles a reminder for Joonmyun to keep the screaming to a minimum.
When the lady is gone and the bell for lunch goes off Kyungsoo wanders down to the cafeteria, slapping the sticky note to Joonmyun’s door on the way, and orders a double shot espresso before all the hungry students pile in and accidentally run him over.
“Long morning?” Jongin asks, handing over the coffee.
Jongin is music teacher Taemin’s TA, one of the school’s part-time cafeteria-employee (the plan was to save money by hiring the same person to do two jobs) and probably the only one who makes Kyungsoo’s day bearable, always greeting him with a bright smile and asking how he is.
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo sighs, making room for the students already jumping in line, “things are hectic as usual since Joon - oh god, he’s coming-”
The cafeteria’s normal buzz quietens slightly as the school’s principal throws open the doors and marches in with the grandeur of a pompous king. He skips the line because he can and peers at the food available.
“…Don’t you think that’s a lot of cheese?” he asks slowly. He stares hard at the food and if looks could burn, the poor macaroni would be charred black.
“That’s how much we always put in it, sir,” the lunch lady answers in a small voice.
“It’s not very healthy,” Joonmyun tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. “No wonder the students aren’t doing well. They’re not being fed right! All this fatty- ”
“Oh, come on,” Kris interrupts them. The English teacher approaches with the head of the computer science department in tow. “Give them a break, they can eat what they want.”
“The one who needs fat is you, Mr Principal sir,” Jongdae adds mockingly. “Look at how skinny your ass is.” He grabs Joonmyun’s butt and a few of the girls wolf-whistle in the background.
EXO High’s teachers are probably listed under the dictionary’s definition of gay.
Joonmyun smacks Jongdae’s hand away. “Where’s my TA?” he demands.
“At the table,” Kris replies. He shoves a salad into the principal’s hands and steers him in the direction of the seats reserved for the staff. “Here’s your rabbit food. Now go sit down and moan about something that isn’t exams.”
Kyungsoo waves goodbye to Jongin, who waves back merrily and starts serving the line of pupils. Ignoring Joonmyun’s muttering and grumbling, the secretary and Kris drag him to the staff table where biology teacher Luhan is whispering kinky things into school accountant Minseok’s ear, Yixing is busy grading history papers and Chanyeol and Baekhyun from the science faculty are butting heads over physical chemistry applications. Zitao’s absence means he’s most likely been put in charge of detention duty today.
“What did you complain about?” Sehun asks. A blob of mayonnaise from his sandwich goes unnoticed on the corner of his mouth. Or, at least, it looks like mayonnaise.
“I wasn’t complaining. Don’t talk back to me if you still want to be a teacher’s assistant,” Joonmyun snaps.
“You can always come be my assistant, Sehunnie,” Luhan winks at him.
“Don’t be a pedo,” Baekhyun cuts in.
“Four years doesn’t make me a pedo.”
If Joonmyun could, he would have fired them all by now. It was only too bad that his precious school would fall to pieces without his teachers.
“Sehun is going nowhere,” he interrupts the bickering pair. “I’ve seen the marks your students get, Luhan, and if you can’t even motivate your own students to pass then you don’t deserve an assistant.”
Yixing looks up from his paper-grading. “But your students aren’t very motivated either, sir.” He points this out with the politeness only Yixing can exude. “They’re kind of depressed, even. We heard you calling them idiots this morning.”
Joonmyun flushes. “The exam stress is settling in,” he says through gritted teeth. “They’re having a hard time, that’s all.”
“You mean like how it’s settling in on you?” Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. “Sir, you should take a deep breath and chill- ”
“Take a deep breath and chill?” Joonmyun yells. He thumps the table with his hand. “Exams are three weeks away, the students aren’t studying at all and they won’t even pay attention in class! And they’re not eating proper meals or looking after themselves - I mean, what if they do horribly and give my school a bad reputation and we get shut down and none of you will have jobs anymore - and - and then what will you- ”
He starts waving his arms manically but everyone’s long given up listening to him; they go through this phase of Kim Joonmyun every year, where exams roll by and he becomes absolutely neurotic about every single thing that has to do with the upcoming tests and develops an absurd fear of his students failing. He gets grumpy at the ones falling behind, dishes out detentions on the hour and waits for kids to drop rubbish in the corridors so he can yell at them to pick it up. It drives the rest of the teachers insane and more often than not they steal Kyungsoo’s pad of sticky notes and plaster Joonmyun’s door with complaints about how he’s raining on everyone’s parade.
But there’s never actually been a year where the students have done horribly and given the school a bad reputation and gotten them shut down and made the teachers jobless, which is where Joonmyun reverts back to being the super gay principal of EXO High (the other staff are known to be gay all year long) who has Pirates of the Caribbean posters in his office, wears Christmas sweaters in May and also teaches mathematics with his TA Sehun.
“I think you need to get laid,” Jongdae and Luhan say in unison.
Joonmyun sputters and chokes on his salad. Pieces of lettuce spray across the table and Yixing executes damage control in the form of handing over a napkin or ten. “Excuse me?”
“You need to get laid,” Jongdae repeats in a monotone. “We tell you the same thing every year.”
“When was the last time you got some?” Luhan asks bluntly. He says it like he’s commenting on how nice the weather is today, or what colour shirt he’s wearing. He’s somehow moved to Minseok’s lap now, feeding him tidbits from his plate while the girls on the other side of the cafeteria hyperventilate and die.
Joonmyun tries to play it cool. “I could ask you the same thing,” he shoots back with a snarky look.
Luhan doesn’t miss a beat. “Like two hours ago?” he shrugs. “Minseok and I had a quickie at morning tea.”
Minseok keeps on eating his lunch. He is, sadly, used to Luhan’s antics to the point where it no longer fazes him.
“Me too,” Baekhyun chimes in. “Chanyeol and I got the janitor’s closet- ”
“That’s not true,” Yixing interjects, “I saw Kris in there with you too, don’t lie.”
“Scandalous,” Sehun hoots.
Joonmyun sputters again, bright red in the face, and stands up to leave. “One day all of you will get caught,” he points at them, “and I won’t be there to save your shitty asses.” He stomps off to go and harass the lunch lady some more.
They don’t pay his threats any mind; the last time he carried them out was never.
“He actually swore,” Sehun says, eyes sparkly with wonder.
“You haven’t been here long enough to know him as well as we do, Sehunnie,” Chanyeol reminds him. “When he’s alone in his office during exam time, his favourite word is fuck.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah, fuck. Although he needs to do less swearing with it and more doing it,” Baekhyun sniggers, and he and Kris hi-five each other at his bad word-play. “But check out the booty. I’d tap that any day.”
They all look over to where Jongdae is already perving at the principal leaning over the counter and throwing a hissy fit about the food safety standards of the cafeteria.
“He gives me boners when he’s teaching,” Sehun sighs, poking at his food. “He’s always like ‘just observe for now’ and then he stands in front of me and I end up observing his butt- ”
“Funny that, you were all over Jongin in the back of the cafeteria the other day,” Minseok says. “Guess he likes to serve you sausage, huh.”
Luhan cheers because he’s corrupted Minseok and he’s not even sorry.
“I reckon he could do with a round in the janitor’s closet too,” Chanyeol waggles his eyebrows.
“Who?” asks Zitao, appearing at the table with a muffin in one hand and latte in the other. He hates doing the detentions and has to constantly get out for air; there’s always all these girls in the detention room who he’s pretty sure haven’t done a single bad thing in their lives and are just there to ogle him.
“My god, why don’t you just all fuck him?” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, because he’s secretly evil and as the secretary, he’s the one who has to deal with most of Joonmyun’s shit.
Luhan and Jongdae look at each other.
Yixing pulls out a chair for Zitao and Kris shoves the gym teacher into it, because this is as good as it’s going to get.
Eight-thirty AM Friday mornings are always reserved for the weekly staff meeting, where everyone sits around a nice little wooden table and up the front of the room is a computer and projector for whoever’s turn it is to rant about the recent issues at EXO High. It has, on more than one occasion, accidentally turned into a giant orgy (like last year when Joonmyun was in one of his frenetic exam period moods and they just locked him out of the staffroom so they could do the dirty in peace).
This year they’re prepared, and they’re ready for him.
“Hi everybody, sorry I’m late, I had a mmpmhpphh- ”
As soon as he walks in a hand is clapped over his mouth; his vision goes dark as another hand covers his eyes and a pair of arms grab him around the waist. Somebody else starts undoing the buttons on his clothes.
“Oh come on, Luhan, let him talk,” comes Minseok’s voice.
Minseok?
He’s probably the only person Luhan ever listens to and for that, Joonmyun is thankful, and he screams bloody murder as soon as Luhan’s hand disappears from his mouth.
“Let me go!” he yells, struggling and flailing his arms. His jacket’s already gone and his button-up meets the same fate in a matter of seconds. “I don’t know what you’re doing but- ”
“Sounds like he’s got a pretty good set of lungs on him,” Kris smirks. He undoes the tie around his neck and uses it to secure Joonmyun’s wrists in front of him.
“Nah, just wait until we’re in him and then he’ll really sing,” Baekhyun laughs.
“That was really cheesy, even for you, Baek.” Chanyeol winces.
"What?" Joonmyun shrieks. “In me? You’d better not be doing what I think you’re doing- ”
Kyungsoo picks up Joonmyun’s fallen tie and gags him with it.
They strip him of his pants and shoes, truss him up by the ankles and deposit him on the table they hold their staff meetings on every Friday morning. The hand covering his eyes is finally lifted away and he’s greeted with the sight of eleven teachers all stroking themselves to full hardness and eyeing his naked form like they haven’t eaten in weeks. He’s not sure whether he should feel turned on or not to be the centre of such attention, but his cock is happy to make the decision for him.
Jongdae pets his hair reassuringly. “We have a proposition for you, Mr Principal sir,” he drawls. “We know it’s exam time and all but you’re an uptight bastard and you should relax before you die from a stroke.”
Joonmyun hates Jongdae to hell and back. It must show on his face because everyone laughs.
“Since you love exams so much, we set up an test of our own for you,” Chanyeol says excitedly. He flashes all his sparkly white teeth in a winning smile.
Joonmyun does not like where this is going.
“There’s only one rule. We blindfold you, and you just have to guess whose cock is in your ass. If you get it right, whoever’s fucking you is out.” Chanyeol grabs Joonmyun’s family jewels for extra emphasis.
There is a deathly silence in the staffroom, and Yixing kindly fishes the tie out of the principal’s mouth so he can speak.
“What the hell,” Joonmyun says flatly.
Plaaaaaay, his dick insists, and Chanyeol’s hand is not helping matters at all.
“Come on, sir,” Zitao pouts. “This is why people always think you have a stick up your ass.”
“Well, what if I say no?” Joonmyun tries.
“Easy,” Luhan replies, holding up his hands in the universal gesture of a shrug. “We fuck you anyway.”
“Since you could really use a chance to loosen up,” Jongdae nods.
Fuck, Joonmyun curses, fuck EXO High and its horde of horny teachers who can’t even keep it in their pants.
“Is that a yes?” Sehun asks hopefully.
“Oh my god, you dragged my TA into this too. You’re nuts.”
“No, your nuts,” says Chanyeol, squeezing Joonmyun’s sack.
“Don’t forget us,” Jongin adds, grabbing Yixing’s wrist and raising both their hands together.
“Either you play or we take our time playing with you,” Kyungsoo states briskly. “There’s eleven of us here, and only one of you.”
Everybody stares at him.
“You’re evil,” Minseok whispers.
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” Joonmyun wails. He flaps his arms about as best as he can in his tied-up state and flops about on the table but all he gets is a sore back. “Untie me right now!”
“That’s a yes,” Jongdae declares. He holds his hand out and Kris drops a bottle of lube onto his palm. Several teachers pin Joonmyun’s hips down and fold his legs against his chest ,and Jongdae gets to work.
“No, it’s not, and get your fingers away - o-oh…” Joonmyun squeaks and immediately flushes to the roots of his hair, squirming as Jongdae wiggles the one finger inside his passage. “W-wait…”
Jongdae pauses. Luhan takes the chance to be an asshole and stick his finger in, well, an asshole.
Joonmyun squeals (which he’ll deny later) and involuntarily bucks his hips for more. “F-Fine, okay,” he gasps, “I’ll p-play your stupid game. And only because it’ll get me out of here quicker,” he mutters as an afterthought. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this.”
Yixing pats his cheek. “Good choice, sir.”
“Don’t ‘sir’ me, Yi- ”
“Pipe down, you’re going to pop a vein,” Kris sighs. He undoes his tie and turns it into a makeshift blindfold for a grumbling Joonmyun. “Just calm down. And opening your mouth would be nice.”
“Why do I have to open my m-mphh.” He finds out why when Kris’s cock gets shoved between his lips.
“Suck,” Kris orders.
Joonmyun cries inside because he knows he’s going to have to do as they say if he wants to escape alive, and secondly, because his traitor of a body is going along with their plans without his permission. He sighs and resigns himself to giving Kris what is hopefully an acceptable blowjob (his skills may or may not have gotten a wee bit rusty since the exam period started) while Luhan and Jongdae stretch him out, and then Jongin and Kyungsoo join in with a finger each.
He keens loudly as Baekhyun and Chanyeol work on his cock together, one stroking him to full mast and the other working swirling his tongue around his balls. Damn, it really had been a while since he’d last gotten laid.
Joonmyun’s at a loss for words without his vision. He can’t predict who’s going to be next and where they’re going to be, but he admits to nobody in particular that he might, just a little tiny tiny wee bit, be turned on by all of this.
Someone else jams their cock in his mouth and a soft voice that moans his name tells him the owner is probably Zitao - and if he can tell a person by their voice, he thinks this might not be so hard after all. The majority of EXO High’s teachers are as vocal as they can get, Jongdae in particular, when he shoos students out of his computer room and locks it during lunchtimes so he can watch porn. Joonmyun still remembers that time he wanted to print out worksheets for his students, heard what he thought was someone in pain and quickly unlocked the door to find a video on the projector and Jongdae jacking off to it. Joonmyun has seen enough whips and chains and handcuffs to last him for the rest of his life. He also never prints out worksheets during lunchtimes anymore.
One of the fingers in his ass suddenly hooks up into his prostate and he cries out, canting his hips into whoever’s mouth is giving him that really good blowjob and trying to get more but then all four digits disappear without warning and he’s left feeling emptier than when he started.
“Hurry up,” he whines around the cocks in his mouth.
“Weren’t you saying no like five minutes ago?” Jongdae asks.
Joonmyun swears under his breath. He can hear them discussing among themselves who’s going to go first but the two tongues running up and down his shaft are really distracting and then someone’s running their teeth over his nipple and he ends up shouting at them to just do something.
He tenses up when a blunt end nudges against his hole, still slightly cool from the recently-applied lube and dripping it down his perineum.
“Ready?” comes Yixing’s voice. “You’re free to guess whenever you like.”
It clicks in Joonmyun’s head.
He feels himself being slowly breached, the cock pressing in until his ass is flush with a pelvis and he moans at the familiar fullness he hasn’t felt since his dildo broke a few weeks back.
“Yixing,” he gasps out, turning his head away from the cocks in his mouth. His voice; it must be Yixing. “Is it Yixing?”
“Wrong,” Jongdae drawls. “It was Luhan.”
Someone groans. “What the fuck? I didn’t even get started!”
“Luhan, shut up,” says Jongdae.
“This is stupid,” Joonmyun grumbles.
“Joonmyun, shut up,” says Kris. He presses his cock against Joonmyun’s lips, Zitao also slipping his cock back in alongside Kris’s, and Joonmyun sadly resigns himself to his blowjob-ing status. Luhan reluctantly pulls out, Joonmyun feeling empty again, but it’s only temporary until another cock enters him.
Yixing fucks him with an air of gentleness, rocking his hips slowly and hands running soothingly up and down Joonmyun’s thighs. It’s almost borderline romantic and Jongdae pretends to gag.
“You’d better hope he didn’t see that,” Baekhyun whispers to him. “Zhang Yixing will destroy you in your sleep.”
Jongdae shudders a little. There’s some truth to Baekhyun’s statement, after all. Although Yixing has yet to destroy him in his sleep, he certainly has destroyed him while in the janitor’s closet.
Joonmyun squeezes his eyes closed, trying hard to not to get swept away in the storm of sensations in his system. He quickly reminds himself that he has to take a guess, lest he be here for the entire day.
“Kyungsoo,” he gasps during a nudge to his prostate that sends him seeing stars. Kyungsoo is the gentle, nice type. The kind who handles all his secretary affairs and makes him coffee on the occasion. It’s definitely Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun’s face burns when every member of the staff bursts into raucous laughter.
“He actually thought it was Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol hoots, clapping his hands together in his usual seal-like fashion. “He actually thinks Kyungsoo fucks like that.”
Joonmyun wants to shoot back with a question about how Chanyeol would know such a thing but he decides to wisely hold his tongue; they were all acting like Kyungsoo was some sort of evil incarnate. His mouth is also still full of cock anyway and anything he says is most likely going to come out as ‘arvnnqvhhnierdfio’ anyway.
Luhan drags Chanyeol around the table and pushes him between Joonmyun’s thighs, flapping his hands in a ‘go on’ motion.
Baekhyun holds out the lube for Chanyeol to take. “Here. Ootherwise, if he can’t walk after this it’s going to be your fault.”
Chanyeol gives him a thumbs-up and Kris tries to secretly compare the size of Chanyeol’s package to his own. He’s miffed. They actually think Chanyeol’s the biggest.
“Oh my god,” Joonmyun mumbles, his breathing speeding up. He almost feels like he’s being torn in two. Thankfully he’s granted a bit of time to adjust and a hand slips into his hair to remind him he has cock to suck. He groans resignedly and takes Kris and Zitao’s cocks down as best as he can.
Whoever is between his legs starts thrusting into him, setting a comfortable pace that has Joonmyun spiralling into a state of mindless bliss, panting and gasping at the fullness in his ass.
“Is it Kris?” he wheezes.
A series of snorts run around the circle of teachers.
“I don’t know, is it?” Kris says gleefully, and in that moment Joonmyun realizes the monster he thought was in his ass has actually been in his mouth this entire time. Were it not for the tie binding his wrists, he would have facepalmed by now. He turns his face away and purses his lips, clearly refusing suck any more dick. Zitao looks like a kicked puppy and sidles over to Baekhyun instead.
“Well, who was it, then?” Joonmyun demands.
“Me,” says Chanyeol.
“…Who’s ‘me’?”
“Chanyeol, sir.”
“Impossible,” Joonmyun scoffs. “You know what, that’s what this game is. Imposs- ”
Kyungsoo pushes Baekhyun aside, who had been giving Joonmyun a half-assed blowjob, and proceeds to do it himself - and Joonmyun chokes on his words, feeling his entire length disappear into a heavenly warm wetness. He almost even misses Chanyeol pulling out and someone else replacing him.
Spending his life in the performing arts has its perks. Jongin would know. His pace is quick, his rhythm strong; he slams into Joonmyun with powerful snaps of his hips and Kyungsoo glares at Jongin meaningfully as Joonmyun’s slight frame starts to slowly edge across the desk.
“F-fu-shit,” Joonmyun grinds out, the back of his head hitting the table loudly. “Yes, hard- ”
A finger pokes him in the cheek.
“Don’t forget to guess the cock,” a familiar voice trills in his ear.
“J-Jongdae?” Joonmyun accidentally says. It’s got to be him. Only he could be so smug about this.
They all laugh at him, Jongdae’s crowing the loudest of them all.
“Is that your guess?” the computer teacher asks.
Joonmyun nods, breath catching in his throat as Kyungsoo’s tongue laves over head of his dick.
“Wrong!” Jongdae mocks him some more. “And for the record, that was Jongin.”
“Sorry, sir,” Jongin says apologetically, pulling himself out and slinking away.
Joonmyun lies on the table, still feeling eerily overexposed with eleven others eyeing his every move (or at least he thinks they’re looking. The blindfold is not helping at all.). He hears the next person shuffling about before their hands grip the insides of his thighs -
Never mind Chanyeol’s cock. Joonmyun takes back everything he ever thought about it. He whines lowly at the sensation of being filled even more, being stuffed to full - but there’s something he is not liking.
Not that he would ever stoop down to admitting it but he knows Oh Sehun’s cock, and that weapon of a reproductive organ is up his ass.
Kyungsoo’s lips are still stretched around Joonmyun’s girth and he fixes Sehun with a death glare when the boy’s thrusts make Joonmyun buck so hard he nearly chokes the tiny secretary.
Sehun mostly ignores him and relishes his precious opportunity to fuck Joonmyun senseless, slamming into him roughly and the sounds of his balls slapping against pert ass cheeks filling the staffroom. Watching Joonmyun crying out helplessly for more and struggling valiantly against his restraints sends thrills down his spine.
“Harder, Sehun,” Joonmyun whimpers, his passage clenching tightly around Sehun’s length, “fuck, harder…”
The entire staffroom falls silent. Sehun’s hips stop right where they are, a slightly dumbstruck expression on his face. All the teachers stare at each other. Even Kyungsoo pulls away to stare at the principal judgingly.
Joonmyun wants to punch his stupid self in the stupid mouth.
Yixing is the first to collect his wits together. He leans in curiously and asks, “Did you actually know it was Sehun, or was that just a really good guess?”
Joonmyun snorts in derision. “Of course it wasn’t a just a guess,” he says sarcastically. “I know what Sehun feels like.”
More silence ensues, and he thinks he should maybe just seal his dumb mouth shut with super glue.
Sehun’s cheeks go red and he looks down at the headmaster in disbelief.
“Well,” Jongdae quips at him, “how does it feel to have your cover blown by the size of your dick?”
Sehun hasn’t even opened his mouth to reply when Kyungsoo suddenly cuts in.
“Hold on. How do you know what Sehun feels like?” he asks, looking at Joonmyun accusingly. He then remembers that Joonmyun can’t see and hopes the accusation in his voice will do.
“Yeah!” Chanyeol butts in. “I thought - I thought that- ”
“That Sehun was still trying to get into his pants?” Zitao finishes.
Ten pairs of eyes are directed at the math teacher’s TA. Sehun goes one shade redder and he scratches his neck sheepishly.
“Uh,” he says intelligently. “Yeah. I got in.”
Luhan whoops and shakes his fist in the air. “Wow, Sehunnie, you got us good. I’m proud of you,” he adds. “We would’ve never guessed at all.”
Sehun scowls at Joonmyun, until he too remembers that Joonmyun can’t see, but a little part of him is satisfied at how guilty the headmaster looks after accidentally letting their secret come to light. But the sadistic part of Sehun that is grumpy at being eliminated from the game first emerges victorious and he pulls out of Joonmyun’s ass without warning.
“Just for that,” he states, “I’m going to come on your face.”
Joonmyun gulps in shock. “For the love of god, not on- ”
“I can’t hear you, sir.” Sehun walks around the table until Joonmyun’s head is directly beneath his cock. He pumps himself leisurely, his hand gliding smoothly with the leftover lube, working the palm of his hand over the head and slit. He’s not in the game anymore so he’s no hurry. Joonmyun can have the benefit of the doubt, having to lie there and expect come to hit him in the face. Sehun’s sadistic side is having a field day.
The warm shaft of somebody’s cock slaps at Joonmyun’s cheek lightly and he makes a discontented noise, forgetting about Sehun for now.
“No.” He purses his lips and turns his head further away.
The dick continues to slap at him until he finally gives in, complaining the whole way, and opens his mouth for whoever it is to put their cock in. He can hear muffled laughing in the background and he wonders how red his face is. He flattens his tongue and bobs his head as best as he can; he can already feel the beginnings of a crick in his neck.
“I don’t think a cock is going to make a very effective gag,” someone comments. Joonmyun recognizes Zitao’s soft timbre. Kyungsoo reassures him that it doesn’t matter.
At the same time gentle hands open his legs for penetration, he realizes there’s only one cock between his lips - and he hadn’t heard anybody moving considerable distances, so had the other person who’d previously had their cock in his mouth as well be the one about to fuck him now? He vaguely remembers Zitao and Kris being the closest to him. Could it be one of- ”
“Ah!” he cries out around the cock in his mouth. The one easing into his hole is warm and strangely, lacking the coldness of newly-applied lube. Whichever staff member it is starts fucking him good and his thoughts kind of walk into each other and fall over. “What- ”
But which one of Zitao and Kris was most inclined to do so? Was that what people who were into BDSM were into?
Was Kris secretly into BDSM? Kris is secretly a lot of things (or secretly not a lot of things, like that time he’d tried to apply for a position in the art department). But Zitao often spent time with Kris. There was every possibility they both ran in the same circles. Was what he was thinking even making sense?
Maybe Joonmyun is overthinking again. What if it wasn’t even Kris or Zitao? They could even be trying to conserve lube, since there’s still plenty of it left from the five (or was it six? He’s lost count) who have already had their turn with him.
“I think he’s fallen asleep,” Minseok chirps.
Joonmyun comes back to earth with a start. “I did not fall asleep,” he says grumpily. He bites his lip as the cock in his ass suddenly thrusts into him hard. “Even I have standards when I’m- ”
“Sir, I think you gave up all your rights to standards when you agreed to this,” Yixing gently reminds him.
“If you haven’t fallen asleep,” Kyungsoo interrupts, “then tell us who’s fucking you.”
Joonmyun curses. “Kris, goddammit!” he yells out. He prays that he’s right.
Zitao pauses in mid-thrust. “It’s me,” he says, amused.
“I was still in your mouth,” Kris tells him, even more amused. “You never stopped sucking me off.”
Joonmyun’s eyebrow twitches. “You’re joking.”
He’s about to cuss him out with a few choice swear words when something warm splashes unexpectedly on his face.
Joonmyun yelps in surprise and his expression contorts into one of horror. Several of the staff snort back their laughter (except for Jongdae, who caws louder than a rooster at dawn).
Sehun strokes himself quickly through his climax, coming in long strings of white.
One spurt hits Joonmyun on the side of his forehead, another by his lip and the third lands somewhere on his chest. The last splashes in his hair and by then his entire face is embarrassingly red.
“Sehun!” he sputters, raising his wrists to shield himself from any more.
“Your aim is shit,” Jongin notes.
“Doubt yours is any better,” Sehun retorts back. He gives his handiwork a smug once-over and saunters back to the other side of the staffroom.
“I must have been a bad person in my past life to deserve this,” Joonmyun laments. He can already feel the come cooling on his skin and he bets he looks so used right now. He tries to use the tie looped around his wrists to wipe it off and fails spectacularly, instead smearing it further across his chin and forehead.
“Oh, god,” he wails. He whines a little when Zitao pulls out and pats Joonmyun’s (clean) cheek almost endearingly and moves away to join the rest of the other teachers.
Kris also backs off too but before Joonmyun can say anything about it Baekhyun steals his position. Yixing takes Joonmyun’s cock in his mouth and Minseok grasps his hips, fucking him slowly and deeply.
Joonmyun half-cries at the mind-blowing sensations, sending frissons of pleasure up Baekhyun’s cock and the latter lets a curse slip through his teeth. He tries make a guess, really, but it’s hard and he actually can’t make a decent judgement based on penis size this time. He’s sure he isn’t giving Kris a blowjob anymore, but was it Kris who had his lips around Joonmyun’s cock?
Was Kris even the kind of person who gave people blowjobs?
It must be Kris fucking him.
Why were all his guesses Kris?
He’d better pick fast, he supposes, before they think he’s fallen asleep again. Shitty blindfold. He was going to burn everybody’s ties when he’s done with this.
“Kris,” he breathes out, starting to feel heat coil in his gut.
Yixing lets Joonmyun’s cock fall from his mouth, slick and shiny with spit. “Are you serious, sir?” he asks, a small smile on his lips.
Wait - was that Yixing talking to him? Joonmyun inwardly counts his lucky stars. It had to be Kris, then. But Yixing’s question makes him so unsure he wants to rethink his guess. He must have screwed up bad.
“It’s Minseok!” Luhan exclaims, like Joonmyun’s silly. “Come on, it’s so easy to tell- ”
“We don’t really want to know how you can tell.” Kyungsoo slaps a hand over the mouth of the biology teacher. Luhan sticks his tongue out and licks at the palm of his hand, and Kyungsoo withdraws it with a look of disgust.
“I didn’t know you wanted it to be Kris that badly,” Jongdae grins. Kris laughs in the background.
Minseok withdraws, looking sheepish. “It’s okay,” he chuckles. “I’m sure he would prefer Kris over me.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Joonmyun squawks.
Luhan pats Minseok’s butt as he comes back and wraps his arm around his shoulder. “I’d never pick Kris over you,” he says sweetly. Minseok and Kris both roll their eyes.
Joonmyun’s attention is drawn back by a cock rubbing against his lips. He makes a noise of discontent, but at least it gives him something to do while he waits for the next cock to enter him.
He doesn’t have to wait long. He feels the sizeable girth almost immediately, despite how stretched he already is. He’s not going to let this one escape him; hell no.
“Chanyeol!” he yells, before Yixing even has the chance to wrap his lips around Joonmyun’s cock. It has to be.
Everybody bursts into laughter.
“I’m going to bust my guts,” Baekhyun chokes out, holding his sides in mirth and slapping Jongin’s thigh uncontrollably. “Chanyeol. He said Chanyeol.”
“What? Who is it, then?” Joonmyun screeches. “You’d better not be lying to me- ”
“He’s not,” Kris says, also clutching his sides. “It was me.” He has to pull out and go sit down on a nearby table to catch his breath. Another round of laughter ripples through all the staff members and Joonmyun is frustrated beyond imagination.
“It’s too hard!” he explodes, trying to wave his arms for emphasis. “There’s too many of you and you keep changing! How am I supposed to know who is fucking me?”
While the others continue pissing themselves at the headmaster’s situation, Jongdae gives his outburst some consideration.
He facepalms in conclusion. Joonmyun has a point - there were a significant number of them after all - and they could potentially be here forever, if Joonmyun’s awful ability to play this game was anything to go by.
“I think we should give him some clues,” he says, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Otherwise we’re never going to leave.”
After some debate, a general muttering of agreement fills the room.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol says, and Zitao nods alongside him.
“Yes,” Joonmyun grumps, “you’d better.”
“You’re still hard,” Kris points out, “for all the complaining you do.”
Joonmyun goes quiet. “My back is sore,” he says flatly.
“Put him on his hands and knees!” Luhan cheers.
“No, I don’t want- ”
Jongin and Yixing grab his arms. Three teachers from the science department take his legs, and they flip him over onto his stomach. Joonmyun sighs and resigns himself to doggy position, trying to ignore the building need in his groin that urges him to hurry and reach climax.
Jongdae sighs too. “Look at that ass.”
“Stop looking!” Joonmyun yells.
“Just because you can’t see, Mr. Principal sir, doesn’t mean I can’t.” Jongdae shoves Baekhyun aside for his position by Joonmyun’s head. “But I guess you could put your mouth to good use.”
Joonmyun huffs but he knows the drill, and automatically opens his mouth wide.
“Fuck yes,” Jongdae hisses, eyes closing at head tipping back. “You suck cock so good, Mr. Principal sir- ”
“The entire school population is going to hear if you keep being that loud,” Baekhyun warns him.
Jongdae shrugs and tightens his grip in Joonmyun’s hair. “They can all hear me watch porn in my computer room during lunch anyway.”
“Probably because you’re so noisy?”
“Who’s next?” the ever-sensible Yixing asks.
“Me, me- ” Luhan hops off Minseok’s lap.
“You already had your turn,” Sehun says, and Joonmyun hears them all squabble like chickens over whose turn it is next.
part 2