This is as Good as it's Going to Get [2/3]
Title: This is as Good as it's Going to Get [2/3]
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
“Paper scissors rock,” Yixing declares, and suddenly there is a flurry of shaking fists and hand symbols and ‘hey you did scissors first, don’t change!’
Eventually Kyungsoo comes out on top and even Luhan backs off. Zitao hands him the lube and he wastes no time in slicking himself up and burying his cock into Joonmyun’s tight ass.
“Mmph,” Joonmyun mumbles around Jongdae’s cock. His body pitches forward with every thrust, beads of sweat forming at his forehead .
“The new angle seems to be working out great,” Kris grins.
Jongdae hums, chest rising and falling in time to his shallow breaths. “I couldn’t agree with you more,” he pants. He thrusts lightly and his cock hits the back of Joonmyun’s throat as Joonmyun’s lips press up against his groin. “Fuck, this is so good- ”
Joonmyun frowns. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” he complains, and goes unheard again. He decides his efforts are better off being put into guessing whose cock is thrusting so enthusiastically into him.
Well, he thinks, it’s certainly not either Kris or Chanyeol. His mind cycles through the other teachers present. Sehun was out. Jongin? He was young, with boundless energy when he wasn’t looking half-asleep, and Joonmyun sure feels like he’s being pounded by someone who has a bone to pick with him.
The corner of Kyungsoo’s mouth curls up in satisfaction as he imagines the confusion running through Joonmyun’s head.
Kyungsoo, have you got the exam rooms sorted out? Yes, I know they're five weeks away but do you have the rooms sorted? Kyungsoo, I've lost the detention list for yesterday, can you help me find it? Kyungsoo, I'm going to be busy so can you check if the cafeteria is serving enough vegetables? Kyungsoo, they made my coffee too bitter, can you get me another one-
This is almost the perfect revenge for Joonmyun’s exam-time abuse of his secretary.
“He’s taking ages again,” Chanyeol sniggers.
It’s not Joonmyun’s fault that he’s nearly being fucked senseless. “Jongin?” he tries nervously.
“Not even close,” Jongin says.
“Do we give him a clue now?” Minseok asks.
“He doesn’t deserve a clue,” Sehun says petulantly.
“Is that because you got guessed first?” Zitao teases him, and Sehun folds his arms sulkily.
“Alright, we’re giving him a clue,” Baekhyun announces. He glances at Kyungsoo, who is still busy snapping his hips roughly into Joonmyun. “Don’t say a word or he’ll know it’s you.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. Nobody tells him what to do, least of all some scrawny loudmouth of a physics teacher. Although, grudgingly, Baekhyun does have a point about not speaking.
“But how do we give him a clue?” Chanyeol says, puzzled. “That’s kinda hard.”
Luhan gives him a shit-eating grin. “Oh, come on. There are heaps of wonderful things we can use as clues.” He strokes his chin, pretending to think. “Like, uh- ”
“He’s evil?” Yixing suggests.
Joonmyun tears his head away from Jongdae’s cock, saliva trailing from his chin. “All of you are evil,” he says sardonically.
“Wait, sir, I have one,” Jongin chimes in.
“Spit it out,” says Kris.
“Okay, so once, he fucked me on your desk,” Jongin says (probably more proudly than he should have).
“My desk?” Kris looks aghast.
“Not your desk, Joonmyun’s desk.”
Joonmyun chokes on Jongdae’s cock. “What?” he splutters. “Who? When did you - oh my god, I knew it wasn’t the cleaners leaving jiff on my desk- ”
Kyungsoo smirks.
“But that could be anybody,” Chanyeol says, as if he was pondering the mystery of the stars. “I mean, I’ve done Baek like three times on Joonmyun’s desk- ”
Joonmyun splutters again.
“-and he really loves those fat whiteboard markers in the pencil holder- ”
“That’s it, I am going to have locks installed on my office door,” Joonmyun grits out. He hums angrily around Jongdae and the latter swears at the bolt of pleasure that shoots up his cock.
“Is he going to pick Kris again?” Zitao wonders.
“I am not going-" The rest of Joonmyun’s sentence vanishes when Kyungsoo’s cock scrapes just past the sensitive little bundle of nerves.
Kyungsoo knows he’s found it too - and religiously avoids it like the plague, hitting every spot next to and around it just to grate on Joonmyun’s already frazzled nerves.
“I’m not - not - to…” Joonmyun moans and nobody even knows what he’s trying to say.
Jongdae pulls out from his mouth with a wet noise. “Mr. Principal sir, your mouth blows my mind,” he says, eyes twinkling. Somebody groans at his awful pun. “But I can’t really hold on much longer so I’m going to stop there before I blow my load over your face too.”
“Good,” the headmaster huffs out.
“Do you mean premature ejaculation?” Yixing asks innocently.
Joonmyun ignores their banter. He sinks down further on his forearms, thinking he finally has reprieve from Jongdae, when another cock nudges at his reddened, swollen lips.
Luhan pushes Minseok a little harder and watches his cock disappear into Joonmyun’s mouth. Minseok paces his thrusts slowly, so as to not choke him, and Joonmyun is grateful because it means he can hopefully think clearer instead of being pounded mindless at both ends.
He gives the stupid clue a bit of thought. Who would fuck Jongin on his desk (on his desk of all places, jesus christ)? He’s pretty sure Sehun would. Kris would. Hell, even he'd thought about laying Jongin’s lithe, tan body across all the math homework sheets on his desk and plowing into that pert round ass-
He cries out a fierce jab to his prostate, his vision spotting momentarily - and then suddenly, he’s got it. There’s only one person he hasn’t heard a peep out of this whole time-
“Kyungsoo!” he shouts, victory rushing through him.
“…Wow,” Jongin remarks. “That’s two people now.”
“That’s still pretty shitty, though.” Jongdae says. “Considering he thought everyone was Kris.”
Joonmyun exhales with relief. “Kyungsoo?” he prods.
“I’m listening,” Kyungsoo replies.
“Can you stop now?”
“Shut up, Joonmyun.”
Joonmyun whines. “But I got it right,” he whinges.
His secretary doesn’t relent, opting to continue fucking him until he reaches climax and coming deep in Joonmyun’s ass with a quiet sigh of release. Joonmyun groans and drops his head on his forearms in defeat.
“Yeah, you did,” Kyungsoo finally says, smirking, “and that’s for getting it right.”
But all Joonmyun can think about is the fact that Kyungsoo has fucked Jongin on his desk, has spread those long golden legs wide, or maybe even thrown Jongin onto his stomach and taken him from behind - and his mind also, unhelpfully, conjures up images of Baekhyun doing things with his whiteboard markers - oh god, he was definitely throwing those out now.
Kyungsoo pulling out of him drags Joonmyun straight out of his fantasy world. He can feel come starting to dribble out of his ass and asks, with a sense of dread washing over him, if they’re all going to come in his ass.
“Is that an invitation to?” Minseok inquires, and Joonmyun screams no while Luhan hi-fives the school accountant.
“We’re going to anyway,” Jongdae says, flashing all his teeth in a smile that was surely way too bright for this kind of situation. “Hope that’s what you’re into.”
“It’s not,” Joonmyun lies, gritting his teeth. Thirty percent of his external hard drive is chock full of cream pie porn (among other things), and he knows it. He turns his face away so they won’t see him go red and hopes to all the deities up there that they don’t find out.
Kyungsoo’s gone over to join Sehun and since Yixing is closest to Joonmyun, he takes Kyungsoo’s place. A glance at Joonmyun’s asshole, still shiny with lube and oozing minimal amounts of come, tells Yixing he can probably forego more lube but he slicks himself up anyway, because he’s Yixing and Yixing does nice things.
He slides into Joonmyun’s ass easily, and since he’s seen how hard Joonmyun’s smaller frame can take it, Yixing doesn’t bother to hold back.
His hips snap forward with raw, unrelenting force, the sound of his pelvis smacking against Joonmyun’s ass echoing through the staffroom. Yixing grasps Joonmyun’s hips and uses him as leverage, pulling Joonmyun’s body back towards his own and meeting him with hard thrusts into his ass.
“Oh my god,” Joonmyun mumbles around Minseok’s cock.
The entire staff board stare at Yixing, almost awed and shocked. Except for Jongin, who is privy to Yixing’s secret stripper side job at night (because come on, teaching history part-time to a tiny class of ten doesn’t exactly roll in the dough), and a super-proud Kris (because Kris has secretly also experienced a lot of things involving Yixing.).
“Whoa,” says Chanyeol, mouth hanging open, “look at him go.”
“What’s your guess, Mr. Principal sir?” Jongdae asks mockingly.
Joonmyun lets out a pitched cry that mostly ends up being muffled by Minseok’s cock and nobody knows what he’s saying.
“Oh,” Minseok says, a gasp escaping, eyes fluttering shut. Joonmyun’s cherry-red lips stretched around his length is driving him crazy and his control slips a little as he grips the hair on the back of Joonmyun’s head and fucks into that inviting warmth.
Joonmyun doesn’t even want to think about what he looks like right now, on his hands and knees being fucked mercilessly from both ends, moaning like a whore. A thin sheen of sweat covers his back and his blindfold is slightly damp with the sweat from his forehead. His face is flushed, and spit dribbles down his chin. Minseok’s cock pops from his mouth and Joonmyun breathes heavily, the muscles in his shoulders bunching with each movement.
“Sir?” Jongdae prompts him again.
“B-Baekhyun,” Joonmyun pants, curling his toes when Yixing delivers a strike to his prostate. He’s sure it’s Baekhyun; the little minx of a physics teacher is a ball of boundless energy.
Chanyeol guffaws.
“Nope, not me,” Baekhyun says. “But here’s a clue for you, sir. This guy here is one of Kris’s favourite lays.”
Kris facepalms and Yixing grins.
But Joonmyun’s got it. He’s got this one hands down. “Chanyeol,” he pants, breath coming out in little huffs.
Baekhyun facepalms this time and Chanyeol slaps his thighs so hard in mirth that his pants nearly drop to the floor and he has to hike them up.
Joonmyun’s face burns with embarrassment at being wrong again; he opens his mouth to have another go when Baekhyun interrupts.
“No more guesses!” he says sharply. “You fail, sir, and that’s Yixing in your ass right now.”
Joonmyun is a little shocked. He doesn’t even register the cock in him pulling out. “But- ”
Kris chuckles. “Yixing’s hips don’t lie.”
Yixing’s dimple appears as he smiles and moves aside for Kris, who skips the lube and doesn’t waste a second burying himself balls-deep in Joonmyun’s ass. He fucks the headmaster hard and Joonmyun jerks at the pure force ramming into him from behind. Minseok pulls away slightly at the thought of teeth in his cock, but it doesn’t seem to be a likely occurrence. Kris isn’t being gentle and neither is the size of his cock, plowing into Joonmyun’s small body without mercy.
Jongdae cheers the three of them on. “Get it, sir, get it!” he whoops, and half the staff look like they want to smack him upside the head.
Joonmyun chokes a little as Kris fucks him onto Minseok’s cock hard enough to force it down his throat. He breathes deeply and steadily, and tries to relax his mouth so that he’s deepthroating Minseok by the time his nose starts hitting his pelvis.
Minseok groans loudly and Luhan has to rescue him from climax by leading him away. Jongin and Chanyeol fight for the next blowjob, pushing and shoving until Kyungsoo glares and the two of them talk it over like the adults they’re supposed to be.
“If you let me fuck his mouth then you can fuck his ass next,” Chanyeol barters. “Deal or no deal?”
Jongin frowns, but the temptation is hard to resist. “...Fine,” he says grudgingly. “Deal.” He sits back with Zitao and starts jacking himself off to the sight of Joonmyun being spitroasted by the two staff members, their formidable stature making the principal look tinier than ever.
Kris’s cock suddenly pokes at Joonmyun’s prostate and he throws his head back with a gasp, grinding back on the big intrusion stretching him wide. Chanyeol grabs him by the hair and guide his mouth back onto his own cock but Joonmyun turns his head away so he can talk.
“Kris,” he says hoarsely. “It’s definitely Kris.”
Jongdae leans forward to flick one of Joonmyun’s pink nipples. “You’re sure?” he cackles. “It could be Chanyeol again.”
Joonmyun shudders and cries out when Kris slams into him extra hard. “It’s not Chanyeol,” he scowls, “because Chanyeol’s been in my mouth.”
There is the sound of somebody clapping in a congratulatory manner.
“I heard him talking to Jongin,” Joonmyun adds coolly. “And don’t tell me it’s not Kris because I’ve fucked with Kris before and only he fucks me like that.”
Kris scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “You got me good,” he says admittedly. “And now everybody knows you bottom for me.”
“Just hurry up and come in my ass or on my face or whatever so we can get out of here faster,” Joonmyun barks, flushing one shade redder.
Luhan snorts. “Xing’s hips don’t lie, but Kris is nowhere near our best, sir.” Both Joonmyun and Kris are too busy to listen but he and Baekhyun share a glance, and Baekhyun nudges Zitao.
Zitao looks nervous with excitement. “Me?” he whispers. “But I’ve never - well, not with sir- ” Baekhyun shushes and reassures him with his usual charm.
They wait for Kris to finish and he comes hard in Joonmyun’s ass, white leaking out as he withdraws and goes in search of tissues to clean himself up. Joonmyun’s much abused hole clenches around air as he waits for the next person to have their go with him.
Baekhyun pushes Zitao forward, and Jongin looks betrayed.
“I was supposed to be next,” he says sulkily. Baekhyun shushes him too and promises that it’ll all be worth it. Jongin rolls his eyes and continues lazily stroking himself.
Zitao is built like a panther, sleek and graceful and powerful - and equipped with the endurance to go for hours. He enters Joonmyun with little resistance and fucks him at a brutal, relentless rhythm, muscles in his gut rippling and flexing as he thrusts with enough force to make him cough and choke on Chanyeol’s cock between gulps of air. His knees are red from being shunted across the desk, and Zitao grabs his hips to hold him in place. His fingers dig hard enough into the soft, pale skin to guarantee bruises the next day.
“Oh god,” Joonmyun sobs brokenly, “oh my god, fuck- ” Nobody else knows what he says after that because it all incoherent babbling that none of them can understand.
“Shit, this is seriously too good- ” Jongin masturbates with hurried urgency, his brain going AWOL with pictures of his headmaster screaming as he gets it up the ass. Baekhyun slaps him on the wrist and tells him to calm his balls.
Sweat drips off Joonmyun’s nose and splashes on his forearms. Chanyeol (he’s pretty sure it’s still Chanyeol) is slapping his dick against his cheek, trying to get him to open his mouth again but Joonmyun purses his lips stubbornly. He’s going to choke to death on that tractor pipe of a cock if he give blowjobs while having his ass reamed by… by whoever is fucking him into oblivion right now. He can’t even organize his thoughts properly, never mind make an educated guess.
Not Kris. Not Kyungoo, Sehun, not Chanyeol. Joonmyun hasn’t exactly made his way through all the teachers at his school so it’s probably somebody he hasn’t fucked (or fucked him) yet because this beast of a person needs to be collared and leashed ASAP. It could be even be Jongdae, the wily thing. He was constantly seducing Joonmyun into banging him against the closest surface in the vicinity, but had Joonmyun ever bottomed for the head of computer science? Nope. If this was Jongdae, he sure as hell wanted to wipe that smug little smirk right off his stupid face.
All members of the staff instinctively lean in, full of anticipation for Joonmyun’s guess.
“It’s - hah, fuck - Jongdae?”
Jongdae’s laughter rings in his ears. Joonmyun’s face burns with embarrassment. “Well?” he demands, raising his voice so they can hear him over the sounds of balls slapping against his buttcheeks, “is it or not?”
“No.” Jongdae is still laughing his head off, hi-fiving Luhan and Baekhyun. “But is that how you want me to fuck you, Mr. Principal sir?”
Joonmyun breathes out a little sigh of relief when Zitao relents and fucks him at a pace at which he can organize his scrambled thoughts into something more sane than ‘harder, faster’. “Keep dreaming,” he says snippily.
“Sir, I’m not trying to sass you but that’s actually what happens in my dreams,” Jongdae points out.
Joonmyun rolls his eyes and muffles a sob in his forearm. Zitao is hammering away at that sweet little spot inside him again and he groans aloud, shifting to get more comfortable.
“God, you take cock up the ass so well.” It’s Jongdae again. “Do you want another guess? A clue?”
Joonmyun turns his head in the direction of his voice. “Just give me the damn clue!” he hisses. It only serves to make them laugh more, instead of chastising them. Chanyeol’s trying to coax him into opening his mouth again and he does, having given up on trying to get out of this a long time ago.
“Okay.” Jongdae raises his hands. “Suggestions, anyone?”
“Wait, I got one,” Chanyeol waves an arm, bustling with excitement. “Kris and I… I remember we once did him at the same time, didn’t we?”
Jongin stares at Chanyeol in awe, and then he stares at Zitao in awe, and Zitao smiles a little through the damp hair on his forehead as he continues fucking Joonmyun like a natural.
“At the ‘same time’? What’s that supposed to mean?” the principal demands.
Jongdae gives him a pitying pat on the bum. “It’s exactly what it sounds like,” he says exasperatedly, like he was an adult trying to explain a very simple concept to a five year old child. “Do you want us to demonstrate on you?”
“Uh,” Joonmyun replies with overflowing intelligence around Chanyeol’s cock, “I think I know, uh, what it means.” He tries to divert subject of the conversation. “Can I guess now?”
“Go ahead,” Jongdae slaps Joonmyun’s butt cheek just to watch it wobble.
Joonmyun makes a noise of protest but he can’t wiggle away because Zitao’s got his waist in an iron grip. “Is it Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun is too busy laughing himself stupid to answer.
“Why did you say that?” Jongdae asks. “Baekhyun ain’t into fucking people like a machine.” There is the sound of squabbling between the two of them, followed by a thud that is probably Kyungsoo hitting them both in the back of the head.
Joonmyun glares in Jongdae’s direction. “You always tell me you’re not into a lot of things,” he accuses him, “but I’ve seen your monthly subscriptions to all those extreme porn sites that show up on the school’s internet bill. You can’t hide them by putting them under Yixing’s name, you know.”
“Hey!” Yixing exclaims, scandalized.
“Busted,” Baekhyun hoots. “But sorry, sir, it’s still not me.”
Joonmyun fumes. “Then who?”
Zitao leans down and presses his lips to his ear. “It’s me, Zitao,” he says, smiling like a child with candy.
Joonmyun’s mouth hangs open in shock. He quickly shuts it before Chanyeol tries to put his dick back in there and his brain explodes with all the goodness that is the PE teacher in a Kris-Chanyeol sandwich. Zitao. Good-with-kids-Zitao. Yoga-loving-Zitao. Innocent little-
“I think he fell asleep again,” Minseok quips.
Joonmyun’s head is still in the land of Zitao having two cocks in him to notice. He only comes back to earth when the real Zitao chuckles and pulls out. Joonmyun groans at the empty feeling in his ass and resigns himself to sucking cock until the next person fills him up.
Jongin gets to fuck him next as promised. He’s the type to go slow, drawing it out so laboriously slowly that Joonmyun ends up moaning and begging him to go harder and faster. Luhan whistles in the background.
Joonmyun is somewhat lost. He licks a stripe up Chanyeol’s cock and mouths at his nutsack in contemplation. He’s being fucked in a vaguely familiar way, but he’s not quite sure who. He does a quick run-down of all the teachers he’s boned (or been boned by) but it’s really only been Sehun fucking him over his desk recently - and it sure as hell isn’t his TA screwing him right now.
His thoughts take a turn for the worse and end up all scrambled when Jongin finds his prostate and starts grinding up against it like mad.
“It’s-it’s- ” he breaks off and chokes on air.
“Who is it?” Zitao asks curiously.
“It’s-mmphphhf-I’m going to come- ”
“It’s ‘I’m going to come’?” Zitao blinks.
Joonmyun is clearly descending back into incoherency again so Jongin lays off his prostate but Joonmyun must be close, trying to rock back onto Jongin’s cock or rut against the desk. He moans when he neither option gives him enough relief and Chanyeol swears and has to swap places with Yixing before he comes too.
“Sir, you have three seconds to guess,” Luhan warns from his spot on Minseok’s lap. Nobody questions how he got there. “Three. Two- ”
Joonmyun panics. “No!” he squawks. “Give me a clue!”
All the teachers look at each other.
“You didn’t even try,” Sehun pouts.
“It’s too hard!” Joonmyun complains. “I’m going to be here forever!”
“So you should probably get guessing,” Chanyeol says teasingly. “Otherwise your students will start wondering where you are.”
Joonmyun remembers with a sinking feeling that yes, he does have a math class that he’s supposed to be taking right now. What about the students? How were they going to survive for an hour without any math worksheets to do? They might not even be in their classroom, instead running amok in the halls-
“Yeah,” Sehun cuts in. “I hope your students won’t come looking for you.” Fat chance. Nobody would willingly go in search for their teacher, and a mathematics one at that.
Baekhyun snickers next to Jongdae. “Wouldn’t it be funny if you walked in on him like this,” he says. “On his hands and knees and teaching everyone how to take cock like he does.”
Joonmyun whimpers around Yixing’s length and the history teacher shudders.
“Let’s just give him a clue,” Kyungsoo sighs. “Okay, listen up. Speaking of at the same time, a little birdy told me this person, plus your TA, was planning to corner your ass at the end of this week in your office and fuck your brains out. At the same time.” He says with the casualness of discussing tomorrow’s weather forecast and watches Sehun marinate in shame next to him, while Jongin looks smug.
“Not that you have any brains at this time of the year,” Kyungsoo adds, “but you know what I’m saying.”
Joonmyun ignores the insult to his intelligence (exam times were very stressful for teachers, thanks) but then it suddenly clicks in his head because the one he sees with Sehun the most often is-
"Jongin?"he yelps, banging his bound wrists on the table out of incredulousness.
It makes sense, really. He’s walked in on the two of them fucking in the back of the cafeteria more times that he’s wanted to (he didn’t stand and watch, no, of course not, what kind of respectable figure of school authority would do that?) Joonmyun always used to think the older of the two had somewhat more common sense.
“Wait, corner my ass?” he screams shrilly. “In my own office? The nerve you have, Kim Jongin.”
Chanyeol claps madly and laughs while Jongin chuckles and congratulates Joonmyun on his guess.
“Can I come in your ass?” he asks. At least he has the decency to use his manners.
Joonmyun grumbles. “I don’t care. Everyone else who hasn’t ejaculated on my face has done it in my ass anyway.”
Jongin hums in agreement. He picks up the pace, his pelvis slapping loudly against Joonmyun’s ass. He locates the wee bundle of nerves that have the headmaster screaming profanities again.
Jongdae glances at Joonmyun’s cock, red and swollen and hanging heavily between his legs.
“I’m gonna come,” Joonmyun wheezes.
“Jongdae,” Luhan barks.
“I got it, I got it, calm your manboobies.” Jongdae hops off the chair he’s perched on and digs around in the pocket of his pants for something.
Joonmyun flinches as soon as he feels a hand grab him by the cock. “W-what are you going to do to me?”
“What is he going to do to him?” Zitao whispers to Minseok.
“You’ll see,” is all Minseok says. He slaps at The Luhand creeping towards his butt and Luhan pouts at having been thwarted.
The second Joonmyun hears Jongin come with a quiet sigh is when he feels cold metal around the base of his cock.
“A cock ring?” Zitao ponders.
“A cock ring?” Joonmyun shrieks. He’s about to remove it when Jongdae grabs his wrists and stops him. “Why are you bringing sex toys to the workplace? And why did you put it on me- ”
“Trust me, Mr. Principal sir,” Jongdae tells him gleefully, “it’s fun to watch you squirm.”
Joonmyun huffs. “Asshole.” He groans when Jongin pulls out and he can feel come leaking out of his hole and dripping down his thigh. “Just hurry up, whoever’s next.” He grumpily opens his mouth for Yixing, who’s been trying to chase down his oral cavity for a while without success, but didn’t force Joonmyun for it because he’s Yixing and Yixing does nice things.
Jongdae shoos Jongin off to go and sit with Kris and Sehun in the losers’ area. He and Baekhyun play a quick game of paper-scissors-rock because neither of them have had a turn with Joonmyun yet, and Jongdae wins.
“Best of three,” Baekhyun hisses.
“Piss off,” Jongdae mouths back, settling comfortably behind Joonmyun’s ass and pulling his hips towards him. His cock slips into Joonmyun and it’s like he’s on cloud nine. A warm, wet and slippery cloud nine. He’s still amazingly tight and this is almost - almost - better than being fucked by Joonmyun himself. Jongdae drills Joonmyun’s ass with rapid-fire thrusts that send him pitching forward onto Yixing’s cock.
Joonmyun coughs a little and Yixing pulls out of his mouth. “Sir, you really are heaven,” the history teacher says dreamily.
“I don’t even know who you are,” Joonmyun replies, voice laden with sarcasm, “but thanks.”
“It’s Yixing,” Yixing tells him, because he really is Yixing and because he’s Yixing and he does nice things.
Joonmyun’s sulky expression lifts a little. Despite having been screwed senseless by Yixing earlier, he still has a soft spot for him. He opens his mouth again and he tries to give him a half-decent blowjob, even with Jongdae jackhammering away behind him. He thinks he’s got in all under control, or at least until a hand grabs his cock and starts jerking him off in quick, hurried strokes.
“Oh,” Joonmyun gasps, stuck between thrusting forward into the mystery hand and back onto the mystery cock. He feels the familiar burning in his gut build up but he can’t come, and it won’t go away. He whimpers pathetically instead and gets a sympathetic pat on the head from Yixing.
Jongdae strokes him faster and swipes his forefinger through the beads of pre-come gathering at the head of Joonmyun’s cock, spreading it down the shaft and groping his balls before coming back up to rub teasingly at his slit.
“Look, he’s trying not to be noisy,” Chanyeol and Baekhyun snort under their breaths.
Jongdae has no idea what either of them said but he’s sure they’re talking about him. He bites down on his lip even harder as Joonmyun clenches spastically around his cock. A string of little whines manage to escape but at least he’s not moaning at his usual volumes - he knows Joonmyun knows that Jongdae’s the most vocal of them all when he’s really getting into it, and that alone would probably sell him out.
“Jongdae,” Joonmyun mutters.
Jongdae halts in mid-thrust. “What?”
The entire staffroom stares at the imminent showdown; head of mathematics against head of computer science. Yixing notices Joonmyun is smirking.
“How’d you guess that?” Jongdae asks, mouth hanging open unattractively.
“Because you’re enjoying it far too much, you little shit,” Joonmyun says dryly. “I was actually waiting for you scream like a porn star like you usually do, but clearly that only happens when your ass is full of my dick.”
Joonmyun: 1. Jongdae: 0. All eyes are on the latter.
Jongdae raises an eyebrow. He pulls out, marches around to where Yixing is and elbows him out of the way. “Do you know what else I enjoy, sir? Coming in your mouth.”
“If you come in my mouth,” Joonmyun says warningly, “I will find you when this is over and fuck your sorry ass into next week- ”
Jongdae grabs his jaw and stuffs his cock in.
Joonmyun makes a noise of protest but the hand on his chin holds him in place. He tastes flavoured lube (whoever picked cherry needs to be fired) and what is probably a mix of god knows how many people’s come.
Zitao watches the scene, wide-eyed. “It’s like Jongdae has this weird ability to make sir snap,” he remarks, staring in wonder at Joonmyun performing an aggressive blowjob in the hopes of getting Jongdae as quick as possible.
Baekhyun nods from where he’s idly giving Chanyeol a handjob. “Yeah, he does,” he agrees. “Out of all of us Jongdae’s probably the best at riling him up.”
“But it’s Jongdae’s secret fantasy,” Chanyeol adds in a whisper. “I bet he thinks about dom Joonmyun every night before he goes to sleep.”
Baekhyun nods again. “Jongdae says he doesn’t, but he loves this time of this year because he volunteers himself as the headmaster’s personal ‘stressball’,” he complains. “And the rest of us still have to deal with Joonmyun having aneurysms over every little thing that goes wrong.” He removes his hand from Chanyeol’s cock and takes up Jongdae’s previous spot. He squeezes Joonmyun’s pale asscheeks and is about to spread them when Jongdae come with a loud cry.
“Porn star,” Luhan giggles.
Joonmyun’s adam’s apple bobs as he tries not to swallow but he accidentally does anyway, some of it dribbling down his chin and running over Kyungsoo’s now-dry release from before.
Jongdae pets Joonmyun’s hair mockingly. “I’ll be waiting for you to fuck my sorry ass into next week, Mr. Principal sir.” He flounces off to join the others who have been eliminated and Joonmyun makes an odd noise.
Baekhyun gives Joonmyun’s cock a few tugs to get his attention back. He drops his voice a few octaves. “You’re not bad at this game,” he remarks. “Pretty much half of us are out.”
Joonmyun’s not so sure if being able to tell who was fucking him while blindfolded is something to be proud of. He doesn’t get much time to think about it. Baekhyun lubes up and thrusts in easily, starting up a fairly decent pace.
It’s not familiar to Joonmyun at all. The hand still on his cock strokes him in time to each thrust but compared to all the others who have fucked him already, it’s agonizingly slow. He presses back on the cock inside him in the hopes of getting some degree of control but all he achieves are sore forearms from being rubbed repeatedly against the staffroom desk. A hand touches his cheek and coaxes his mouth open. Judging by the immense girth stretching his lips-
It’s fucking Chanyeol again, goddammit, who else?
Joonmyun sighs inwardly and takes in as much as he can, bobbing his head up and down. Chanyeol and Baekhyun spitroast him until his limbs get tired and he ducks his head away from Chanyeol because his jaw’s sore enough to feel like it’s been dislocated (he hopes it hasn’t, because he does not want to have to explain to the emergency department that he’s stuffed up his jaw from sucking too much cock). Chanyeol is sad and goes to sit down with his hand instead.
Joonmyun hears several teachers cackling at Chanyeol’s demise and decides he’s going to burn them all in hell and dock their pay.
“He doesn’t look like he’s guessing any time soon,” Kris observes.
Joonmyun makes a face. He’s got no openings for this one so he may as well take a stab at it. The hand around his cock suddenly does a fabulous corkscrewy-twisty thing and if he wasn’t wearing a fucking cock ring, he’s certain he would’ve jizzed all over the table now. Somebody had a pair of fantastic hands on them.
“Luhan?” he tries.
“Nuh-uh,” says Chanyeol.
Well, Joonmyun frowns, at least it’s not Chanyeol. The chemistry teacher, though, is once again bursting at the seams to give him a clue.
“This person…” Chanyeol grins creepily, “isn’t wearing any undies today.”
Baekhyun winks at him.
“I don’t even know if any of you idiots underwear to start with,” Joonmyun groans. He knows Sehun likes to go commando, preferring to let his schlong fling about obnoxiously in all directions as he walks around the classroom handing out papers.
Baekhyun kicks up the pace, hammering into Joonmyun’s ass hard enough for the sound of balls against skin resonate throughout the staffroom. “That comment was uncalled for, sir,” he says pointedly. “I should tell Chanyeol to fuck your sassy mouth again- ”
“No, wait, god!” Joonmyun yells in a state of panic. “Just hold on!” He tries to remember who’s left behind and vaguely recalls Sehun and Kris, and Kyungsoo, and Jongdae’s name is on the tip of his tongue when he realizes that no, Jongdae is out too-
“Okay, fine, here’s your second clue.” Chanyeol’s deep voice rumbles with amusement. “One of this guy’s top ten kinks is being eaten out.”
Jongin looks like he really didn’t want to know that at all. Jongdae cackles to himself and Baekhyun levels a stare at Chanyeol.
“And one more clue,” Chanyeol continues, “because third time lucky, right?” He rubs his hands together with the air of a conniving thief, delighted that he gets to divulge all of Baekhyun’s secrets. He’ll get shit for it later, but angry Baekhyun is just so much fun to deal with. “So, once, I put a vibrator up his ass and made him teach a class.”
Kyungsoo asks if the two of the anything apart.
Baekhyun gives him the finger and the whole staff board ‘oooh’s because he’s just incurred the wrath of the secretary from hell and was probably going to be dead by next week (or, at least, start finding unidentified chemicals and/or objects in his morning coffees).
Joonmyun sadly wonders if he’s ever going to be able to forget what he’s learned today. His brain is filled with images of everybody getting rimmed and from now on he’s never going to be able to see another staff member without wondering if they have anything in their ass, or if they’re wearing underwear.
It sounds exactly like the kinky kind of shit Luhan would be into. “Is it Luhan?” he asks.
Luhan laughs from whoever’s lap he’s in now. “You must really be out of it to guess me twice,” he says. “Wrong.”
Joonmyun is about to facepalm but he can’t because his hands are tied together. Instead he just hits the desk out of frustration. It couldn’t be Yixing or Zitao, those two goddamn machines, but they could all be playing mind games again, just to fuck with him mentally too.
Who else was left? Minseok? It had to be. “Is it Mins- ” And then Joonmyun remembers Baekhyun and his guess comes out something like “Minsbaekhyun?”
Baekhyun snorts uncontrollably with laughter, muffling it behind the back of his hand.
“Should we let him pass?” Zitao asks. “It sounded like he said Baekhyun, which is correct…”
“No,” Kyungsoo replies. “Wrong. There is nobody here by the name of Minsbaekhyun.”
While Joonmyun screeches about it being Baekhyun when he actually thought it was Minseok, Jongdae watches Kyungsoo and Luhan argue it out. Yixing’s backed out of the argument and Luhan votes that Baekhyun should be eliminated.
“He knows it’s Baekhyun anyway,” Luhan points out. “So Baekhyun might as well give up.”
There is a silence and a few nods as everyone can see that Luhan is right, but now that Luhan has now angered the secretary from hell too, he’s probably going to be dead next to Baekhyun by next week as well.
“It’s okay,” Baekhyun grins, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m out, I’m nearly finished anyway.”
“Yeah,” Chanyeol chirps, “you even got a blowjob from sir too, so get off.”
“Technically, I’m already getting off,” Baekhyun says back, and there is a moment of silence.
“That was really bad,” Minseok pipes up, and the physics teacher chortles before diverting his full attention to fucking Joonmyun with the last of his strength before he comes deep in his ass. He pulls out and Joonmyun’s felt so much come drip out of his ass that he’s given up complaining about it. He feels his hole flutter weakly; he’s still strung up and he hasn’t come because of Jongdae’s godforsaken cock ring and he partially collapses on the table, trying to relax his cramped and chafed arms.
Chanyeol sees it and decides he’s next, gently turning Joonmyun over onto his back and then climbing on the table. He sits and starts to manoeuver Joonmyun into sitting in his lap, lifting him up while the headmaster’s eyes still blindfolded and wrists tied together in front of him.
“Wha-what’s going on?” he demands. “What are you doing?”
Zitao is the first to realize what’s happening and moves to help Chanyeol. Suddenly they’re met with the dilemma of which way they want Joonmyun to sit on Chanyeol’s thighs and pause in mid-air.
Jongdae and Luhan catch on next and make hooting noises at them.
“Which way do you want to ride, Mr. Principal sir?” Jongdae says mockingly.
Joonmyun doesn’t say anything while he processes the variety of meanings of that particular question. When it clicks in his head, he makes a face. “What the hell, I don’t want to ride you.”
“There have been a lot of things today that you said you didn’t want to do but you did anyway,” Kyungsoo says, and Joonmyun warbles unintelligibly.
“Sir, just enjoy the ride,” Luhan tells him, wandering over to lend a hand. They drop him into Chanyeol’s lap in reverse cowgirl. “You know what to do.”
part 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
“Paper scissors rock,” Yixing declares, and suddenly there is a flurry of shaking fists and hand symbols and ‘hey you did scissors first, don’t change!’
Eventually Kyungsoo comes out on top and even Luhan backs off. Zitao hands him the lube and he wastes no time in slicking himself up and burying his cock into Joonmyun’s tight ass.
“Mmph,” Joonmyun mumbles around Jongdae’s cock. His body pitches forward with every thrust, beads of sweat forming at his forehead .
“The new angle seems to be working out great,” Kris grins.
Jongdae hums, chest rising and falling in time to his shallow breaths. “I couldn’t agree with you more,” he pants. He thrusts lightly and his cock hits the back of Joonmyun’s throat as Joonmyun’s lips press up against his groin. “Fuck, this is so good- ”
Joonmyun frowns. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” he complains, and goes unheard again. He decides his efforts are better off being put into guessing whose cock is thrusting so enthusiastically into him.
Well, he thinks, it’s certainly not either Kris or Chanyeol. His mind cycles through the other teachers present. Sehun was out. Jongin? He was young, with boundless energy when he wasn’t looking half-asleep, and Joonmyun sure feels like he’s being pounded by someone who has a bone to pick with him.
The corner of Kyungsoo’s mouth curls up in satisfaction as he imagines the confusion running through Joonmyun’s head.
Kyungsoo, have you got the exam rooms sorted out? Yes, I know they're five weeks away but do you have the rooms sorted? Kyungsoo, I've lost the detention list for yesterday, can you help me find it? Kyungsoo, I'm going to be busy so can you check if the cafeteria is serving enough vegetables? Kyungsoo, they made my coffee too bitter, can you get me another one-
This is almost the perfect revenge for Joonmyun’s exam-time abuse of his secretary.
“He’s taking ages again,” Chanyeol sniggers.
It’s not Joonmyun’s fault that he’s nearly being fucked senseless. “Jongin?” he tries nervously.
“Not even close,” Jongin says.
“Do we give him a clue now?” Minseok asks.
“He doesn’t deserve a clue,” Sehun says petulantly.
“Is that because you got guessed first?” Zitao teases him, and Sehun folds his arms sulkily.
“Alright, we’re giving him a clue,” Baekhyun announces. He glances at Kyungsoo, who is still busy snapping his hips roughly into Joonmyun. “Don’t say a word or he’ll know it’s you.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. Nobody tells him what to do, least of all some scrawny loudmouth of a physics teacher. Although, grudgingly, Baekhyun does have a point about not speaking.
“But how do we give him a clue?” Chanyeol says, puzzled. “That’s kinda hard.”
Luhan gives him a shit-eating grin. “Oh, come on. There are heaps of wonderful things we can use as clues.” He strokes his chin, pretending to think. “Like, uh- ”
“He’s evil?” Yixing suggests.
Joonmyun tears his head away from Jongdae’s cock, saliva trailing from his chin. “All of you are evil,” he says sardonically.
“Wait, sir, I have one,” Jongin chimes in.
“Spit it out,” says Kris.
“Okay, so once, he fucked me on your desk,” Jongin says (probably more proudly than he should have).
“My desk?” Kris looks aghast.
“Not your desk, Joonmyun’s desk.”
Joonmyun chokes on Jongdae’s cock. “What?” he splutters. “Who? When did you - oh my god, I knew it wasn’t the cleaners leaving jiff on my desk- ”
Kyungsoo smirks.
“But that could be anybody,” Chanyeol says, as if he was pondering the mystery of the stars. “I mean, I’ve done Baek like three times on Joonmyun’s desk- ”
Joonmyun splutters again.
“-and he really loves those fat whiteboard markers in the pencil holder- ”
“That’s it, I am going to have locks installed on my office door,” Joonmyun grits out. He hums angrily around Jongdae and the latter swears at the bolt of pleasure that shoots up his cock.
“Is he going to pick Kris again?” Zitao wonders.
“I am not going-" The rest of Joonmyun’s sentence vanishes when Kyungsoo’s cock scrapes just past the sensitive little bundle of nerves.
Kyungsoo knows he’s found it too - and religiously avoids it like the plague, hitting every spot next to and around it just to grate on Joonmyun’s already frazzled nerves.
“I’m not - not - to…” Joonmyun moans and nobody even knows what he’s trying to say.
Jongdae pulls out from his mouth with a wet noise. “Mr. Principal sir, your mouth blows my mind,” he says, eyes twinkling. Somebody groans at his awful pun. “But I can’t really hold on much longer so I’m going to stop there before I blow my load over your face too.”
“Good,” the headmaster huffs out.
“Do you mean premature ejaculation?” Yixing asks innocently.
Joonmyun ignores their banter. He sinks down further on his forearms, thinking he finally has reprieve from Jongdae, when another cock nudges at his reddened, swollen lips.
Luhan pushes Minseok a little harder and watches his cock disappear into Joonmyun’s mouth. Minseok paces his thrusts slowly, so as to not choke him, and Joonmyun is grateful because it means he can hopefully think clearer instead of being pounded mindless at both ends.
He gives the stupid clue a bit of thought. Who would fuck Jongin on his desk (on his desk of all places, jesus christ)? He’s pretty sure Sehun would. Kris would. Hell, even he'd thought about laying Jongin’s lithe, tan body across all the math homework sheets on his desk and plowing into that pert round ass-
He cries out a fierce jab to his prostate, his vision spotting momentarily - and then suddenly, he’s got it. There’s only one person he hasn’t heard a peep out of this whole time-
“Kyungsoo!” he shouts, victory rushing through him.
“…Wow,” Jongin remarks. “That’s two people now.”
“That’s still pretty shitty, though.” Jongdae says. “Considering he thought everyone was Kris.”
Joonmyun exhales with relief. “Kyungsoo?” he prods.
“I’m listening,” Kyungsoo replies.
“Can you stop now?”
“Shut up, Joonmyun.”
Joonmyun whines. “But I got it right,” he whinges.
His secretary doesn’t relent, opting to continue fucking him until he reaches climax and coming deep in Joonmyun’s ass with a quiet sigh of release. Joonmyun groans and drops his head on his forearms in defeat.
“Yeah, you did,” Kyungsoo finally says, smirking, “and that’s for getting it right.”
But all Joonmyun can think about is the fact that Kyungsoo has fucked Jongin on his desk, has spread those long golden legs wide, or maybe even thrown Jongin onto his stomach and taken him from behind - and his mind also, unhelpfully, conjures up images of Baekhyun doing things with his whiteboard markers - oh god, he was definitely throwing those out now.
Kyungsoo pulling out of him drags Joonmyun straight out of his fantasy world. He can feel come starting to dribble out of his ass and asks, with a sense of dread washing over him, if they’re all going to come in his ass.
“Is that an invitation to?” Minseok inquires, and Joonmyun screams no while Luhan hi-fives the school accountant.
“We’re going to anyway,” Jongdae says, flashing all his teeth in a smile that was surely way too bright for this kind of situation. “Hope that’s what you’re into.”
“It’s not,” Joonmyun lies, gritting his teeth. Thirty percent of his external hard drive is chock full of cream pie porn (among other things), and he knows it. He turns his face away so they won’t see him go red and hopes to all the deities up there that they don’t find out.
Kyungsoo’s gone over to join Sehun and since Yixing is closest to Joonmyun, he takes Kyungsoo’s place. A glance at Joonmyun’s asshole, still shiny with lube and oozing minimal amounts of come, tells Yixing he can probably forego more lube but he slicks himself up anyway, because he’s Yixing and Yixing does nice things.
He slides into Joonmyun’s ass easily, and since he’s seen how hard Joonmyun’s smaller frame can take it, Yixing doesn’t bother to hold back.
His hips snap forward with raw, unrelenting force, the sound of his pelvis smacking against Joonmyun’s ass echoing through the staffroom. Yixing grasps Joonmyun’s hips and uses him as leverage, pulling Joonmyun’s body back towards his own and meeting him with hard thrusts into his ass.
“Oh my god,” Joonmyun mumbles around Minseok’s cock.
The entire staff board stare at Yixing, almost awed and shocked. Except for Jongin, who is privy to Yixing’s secret stripper side job at night (because come on, teaching history part-time to a tiny class of ten doesn’t exactly roll in the dough), and a super-proud Kris (because Kris has secretly also experienced a lot of things involving Yixing.).
“Whoa,” says Chanyeol, mouth hanging open, “look at him go.”
“What’s your guess, Mr. Principal sir?” Jongdae asks mockingly.
Joonmyun lets out a pitched cry that mostly ends up being muffled by Minseok’s cock and nobody knows what he’s saying.
“Oh,” Minseok says, a gasp escaping, eyes fluttering shut. Joonmyun’s cherry-red lips stretched around his length is driving him crazy and his control slips a little as he grips the hair on the back of Joonmyun’s head and fucks into that inviting warmth.
Joonmyun doesn’t even want to think about what he looks like right now, on his hands and knees being fucked mercilessly from both ends, moaning like a whore. A thin sheen of sweat covers his back and his blindfold is slightly damp with the sweat from his forehead. His face is flushed, and spit dribbles down his chin. Minseok’s cock pops from his mouth and Joonmyun breathes heavily, the muscles in his shoulders bunching with each movement.
“Sir?” Jongdae prompts him again.
“B-Baekhyun,” Joonmyun pants, curling his toes when Yixing delivers a strike to his prostate. He’s sure it’s Baekhyun; the little minx of a physics teacher is a ball of boundless energy.
Chanyeol guffaws.
“Nope, not me,” Baekhyun says. “But here’s a clue for you, sir. This guy here is one of Kris’s favourite lays.”
Kris facepalms and Yixing grins.
But Joonmyun’s got it. He’s got this one hands down. “Chanyeol,” he pants, breath coming out in little huffs.
Baekhyun facepalms this time and Chanyeol slaps his thighs so hard in mirth that his pants nearly drop to the floor and he has to hike them up.
Joonmyun’s face burns with embarrassment at being wrong again; he opens his mouth to have another go when Baekhyun interrupts.
“No more guesses!” he says sharply. “You fail, sir, and that’s Yixing in your ass right now.”
Joonmyun is a little shocked. He doesn’t even register the cock in him pulling out. “But- ”
Kris chuckles. “Yixing’s hips don’t lie.”
Yixing’s dimple appears as he smiles and moves aside for Kris, who skips the lube and doesn’t waste a second burying himself balls-deep in Joonmyun’s ass. He fucks the headmaster hard and Joonmyun jerks at the pure force ramming into him from behind. Minseok pulls away slightly at the thought of teeth in his cock, but it doesn’t seem to be a likely occurrence. Kris isn’t being gentle and neither is the size of his cock, plowing into Joonmyun’s small body without mercy.
Jongdae cheers the three of them on. “Get it, sir, get it!” he whoops, and half the staff look like they want to smack him upside the head.
Joonmyun chokes a little as Kris fucks him onto Minseok’s cock hard enough to force it down his throat. He breathes deeply and steadily, and tries to relax his mouth so that he’s deepthroating Minseok by the time his nose starts hitting his pelvis.
Minseok groans loudly and Luhan has to rescue him from climax by leading him away. Jongin and Chanyeol fight for the next blowjob, pushing and shoving until Kyungsoo glares and the two of them talk it over like the adults they’re supposed to be.
“If you let me fuck his mouth then you can fuck his ass next,” Chanyeol barters. “Deal or no deal?”
Jongin frowns, but the temptation is hard to resist. “...Fine,” he says grudgingly. “Deal.” He sits back with Zitao and starts jacking himself off to the sight of Joonmyun being spitroasted by the two staff members, their formidable stature making the principal look tinier than ever.
Kris’s cock suddenly pokes at Joonmyun’s prostate and he throws his head back with a gasp, grinding back on the big intrusion stretching him wide. Chanyeol grabs him by the hair and guide his mouth back onto his own cock but Joonmyun turns his head away so he can talk.
“Kris,” he says hoarsely. “It’s definitely Kris.”
Jongdae leans forward to flick one of Joonmyun’s pink nipples. “You’re sure?” he cackles. “It could be Chanyeol again.”
Joonmyun shudders and cries out when Kris slams into him extra hard. “It’s not Chanyeol,” he scowls, “because Chanyeol’s been in my mouth.”
There is the sound of somebody clapping in a congratulatory manner.
“I heard him talking to Jongin,” Joonmyun adds coolly. “And don’t tell me it’s not Kris because I’ve fucked with Kris before and only he fucks me like that.”
Kris scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “You got me good,” he says admittedly. “And now everybody knows you bottom for me.”
“Just hurry up and come in my ass or on my face or whatever so we can get out of here faster,” Joonmyun barks, flushing one shade redder.
Luhan snorts. “Xing’s hips don’t lie, but Kris is nowhere near our best, sir.” Both Joonmyun and Kris are too busy to listen but he and Baekhyun share a glance, and Baekhyun nudges Zitao.
Zitao looks nervous with excitement. “Me?” he whispers. “But I’ve never - well, not with sir- ” Baekhyun shushes and reassures him with his usual charm.
They wait for Kris to finish and he comes hard in Joonmyun’s ass, white leaking out as he withdraws and goes in search of tissues to clean himself up. Joonmyun’s much abused hole clenches around air as he waits for the next person to have their go with him.
Baekhyun pushes Zitao forward, and Jongin looks betrayed.
“I was supposed to be next,” he says sulkily. Baekhyun shushes him too and promises that it’ll all be worth it. Jongin rolls his eyes and continues lazily stroking himself.
Zitao is built like a panther, sleek and graceful and powerful - and equipped with the endurance to go for hours. He enters Joonmyun with little resistance and fucks him at a brutal, relentless rhythm, muscles in his gut rippling and flexing as he thrusts with enough force to make him cough and choke on Chanyeol’s cock between gulps of air. His knees are red from being shunted across the desk, and Zitao grabs his hips to hold him in place. His fingers dig hard enough into the soft, pale skin to guarantee bruises the next day.
“Oh god,” Joonmyun sobs brokenly, “oh my god, fuck- ” Nobody else knows what he says after that because it all incoherent babbling that none of them can understand.
“Shit, this is seriously too good- ” Jongin masturbates with hurried urgency, his brain going AWOL with pictures of his headmaster screaming as he gets it up the ass. Baekhyun slaps him on the wrist and tells him to calm his balls.
Sweat drips off Joonmyun’s nose and splashes on his forearms. Chanyeol (he’s pretty sure it’s still Chanyeol) is slapping his dick against his cheek, trying to get him to open his mouth again but Joonmyun purses his lips stubbornly. He’s going to choke to death on that tractor pipe of a cock if he give blowjobs while having his ass reamed by… by whoever is fucking him into oblivion right now. He can’t even organize his thoughts properly, never mind make an educated guess.
Not Kris. Not Kyungoo, Sehun, not Chanyeol. Joonmyun hasn’t exactly made his way through all the teachers at his school so it’s probably somebody he hasn’t fucked (or fucked him) yet because this beast of a person needs to be collared and leashed ASAP. It could be even be Jongdae, the wily thing. He was constantly seducing Joonmyun into banging him against the closest surface in the vicinity, but had Joonmyun ever bottomed for the head of computer science? Nope. If this was Jongdae, he sure as hell wanted to wipe that smug little smirk right off his stupid face.
All members of the staff instinctively lean in, full of anticipation for Joonmyun’s guess.
“It’s - hah, fuck - Jongdae?”
Jongdae’s laughter rings in his ears. Joonmyun’s face burns with embarrassment. “Well?” he demands, raising his voice so they can hear him over the sounds of balls slapping against his buttcheeks, “is it or not?”
“No.” Jongdae is still laughing his head off, hi-fiving Luhan and Baekhyun. “But is that how you want me to fuck you, Mr. Principal sir?”
Joonmyun breathes out a little sigh of relief when Zitao relents and fucks him at a pace at which he can organize his scrambled thoughts into something more sane than ‘harder, faster’. “Keep dreaming,” he says snippily.
“Sir, I’m not trying to sass you but that’s actually what happens in my dreams,” Jongdae points out.
Joonmyun rolls his eyes and muffles a sob in his forearm. Zitao is hammering away at that sweet little spot inside him again and he groans aloud, shifting to get more comfortable.
“God, you take cock up the ass so well.” It’s Jongdae again. “Do you want another guess? A clue?”
Joonmyun turns his head in the direction of his voice. “Just give me the damn clue!” he hisses. It only serves to make them laugh more, instead of chastising them. Chanyeol’s trying to coax him into opening his mouth again and he does, having given up on trying to get out of this a long time ago.
“Okay.” Jongdae raises his hands. “Suggestions, anyone?”
“Wait, I got one,” Chanyeol waves an arm, bustling with excitement. “Kris and I… I remember we once did him at the same time, didn’t we?”
Jongin stares at Chanyeol in awe, and then he stares at Zitao in awe, and Zitao smiles a little through the damp hair on his forehead as he continues fucking Joonmyun like a natural.
“At the ‘same time’? What’s that supposed to mean?” the principal demands.
Jongdae gives him a pitying pat on the bum. “It’s exactly what it sounds like,” he says exasperatedly, like he was an adult trying to explain a very simple concept to a five year old child. “Do you want us to demonstrate on you?”
“Uh,” Joonmyun replies with overflowing intelligence around Chanyeol’s cock, “I think I know, uh, what it means.” He tries to divert subject of the conversation. “Can I guess now?”
“Go ahead,” Jongdae slaps Joonmyun’s butt cheek just to watch it wobble.
Joonmyun makes a noise of protest but he can’t wiggle away because Zitao’s got his waist in an iron grip. “Is it Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun is too busy laughing himself stupid to answer.
“Why did you say that?” Jongdae asks. “Baekhyun ain’t into fucking people like a machine.” There is the sound of squabbling between the two of them, followed by a thud that is probably Kyungsoo hitting them both in the back of the head.
Joonmyun glares in Jongdae’s direction. “You always tell me you’re not into a lot of things,” he accuses him, “but I’ve seen your monthly subscriptions to all those extreme porn sites that show up on the school’s internet bill. You can’t hide them by putting them under Yixing’s name, you know.”
“Hey!” Yixing exclaims, scandalized.
“Busted,” Baekhyun hoots. “But sorry, sir, it’s still not me.”
Joonmyun fumes. “Then who?”
Zitao leans down and presses his lips to his ear. “It’s me, Zitao,” he says, smiling like a child with candy.
Joonmyun’s mouth hangs open in shock. He quickly shuts it before Chanyeol tries to put his dick back in there and his brain explodes with all the goodness that is the PE teacher in a Kris-Chanyeol sandwich. Zitao. Good-with-kids-Zitao. Yoga-loving-Zitao. Innocent little-
“I think he fell asleep again,” Minseok quips.
Joonmyun’s head is still in the land of Zitao having two cocks in him to notice. He only comes back to earth when the real Zitao chuckles and pulls out. Joonmyun groans at the empty feeling in his ass and resigns himself to sucking cock until the next person fills him up.
Jongin gets to fuck him next as promised. He’s the type to go slow, drawing it out so laboriously slowly that Joonmyun ends up moaning and begging him to go harder and faster. Luhan whistles in the background.
Joonmyun is somewhat lost. He licks a stripe up Chanyeol’s cock and mouths at his nutsack in contemplation. He’s being fucked in a vaguely familiar way, but he’s not quite sure who. He does a quick run-down of all the teachers he’s boned (or been boned by) but it’s really only been Sehun fucking him over his desk recently - and it sure as hell isn’t his TA screwing him right now.
His thoughts take a turn for the worse and end up all scrambled when Jongin finds his prostate and starts grinding up against it like mad.
“It’s-it’s- ” he breaks off and chokes on air.
“Who is it?” Zitao asks curiously.
“It’s-mmphphhf-I’m going to come- ”
“It’s ‘I’m going to come’?” Zitao blinks.
Joonmyun is clearly descending back into incoherency again so Jongin lays off his prostate but Joonmyun must be close, trying to rock back onto Jongin’s cock or rut against the desk. He moans when he neither option gives him enough relief and Chanyeol swears and has to swap places with Yixing before he comes too.
“Sir, you have three seconds to guess,” Luhan warns from his spot on Minseok’s lap. Nobody questions how he got there. “Three. Two- ”
Joonmyun panics. “No!” he squawks. “Give me a clue!”
All the teachers look at each other.
“You didn’t even try,” Sehun pouts.
“It’s too hard!” Joonmyun complains. “I’m going to be here forever!”
“So you should probably get guessing,” Chanyeol says teasingly. “Otherwise your students will start wondering where you are.”
Joonmyun remembers with a sinking feeling that yes, he does have a math class that he’s supposed to be taking right now. What about the students? How were they going to survive for an hour without any math worksheets to do? They might not even be in their classroom, instead running amok in the halls-
“Yeah,” Sehun cuts in. “I hope your students won’t come looking for you.” Fat chance. Nobody would willingly go in search for their teacher, and a mathematics one at that.
Baekhyun snickers next to Jongdae. “Wouldn’t it be funny if you walked in on him like this,” he says. “On his hands and knees and teaching everyone how to take cock like he does.”
Joonmyun whimpers around Yixing’s length and the history teacher shudders.
“Let’s just give him a clue,” Kyungsoo sighs. “Okay, listen up. Speaking of at the same time, a little birdy told me this person, plus your TA, was planning to corner your ass at the end of this week in your office and fuck your brains out. At the same time.” He says with the casualness of discussing tomorrow’s weather forecast and watches Sehun marinate in shame next to him, while Jongin looks smug.
“Not that you have any brains at this time of the year,” Kyungsoo adds, “but you know what I’m saying.”
Joonmyun ignores the insult to his intelligence (exam times were very stressful for teachers, thanks) but then it suddenly clicks in his head because the one he sees with Sehun the most often is-
"Jongin?"he yelps, banging his bound wrists on the table out of incredulousness.
It makes sense, really. He’s walked in on the two of them fucking in the back of the cafeteria more times that he’s wanted to (he didn’t stand and watch, no, of course not, what kind of respectable figure of school authority would do that?) Joonmyun always used to think the older of the two had somewhat more common sense.
“Wait, corner my ass?” he screams shrilly. “In my own office? The nerve you have, Kim Jongin.”
Chanyeol claps madly and laughs while Jongin chuckles and congratulates Joonmyun on his guess.
“Can I come in your ass?” he asks. At least he has the decency to use his manners.
Joonmyun grumbles. “I don’t care. Everyone else who hasn’t ejaculated on my face has done it in my ass anyway.”
Jongin hums in agreement. He picks up the pace, his pelvis slapping loudly against Joonmyun’s ass. He locates the wee bundle of nerves that have the headmaster screaming profanities again.
Jongdae glances at Joonmyun’s cock, red and swollen and hanging heavily between his legs.
“I’m gonna come,” Joonmyun wheezes.
“Jongdae,” Luhan barks.
“I got it, I got it, calm your manboobies.” Jongdae hops off the chair he’s perched on and digs around in the pocket of his pants for something.
Joonmyun flinches as soon as he feels a hand grab him by the cock. “W-what are you going to do to me?”
“What is he going to do to him?” Zitao whispers to Minseok.
“You’ll see,” is all Minseok says. He slaps at The Luhand creeping towards his butt and Luhan pouts at having been thwarted.
The second Joonmyun hears Jongin come with a quiet sigh is when he feels cold metal around the base of his cock.
“A cock ring?” Zitao ponders.
“A cock ring?” Joonmyun shrieks. He’s about to remove it when Jongdae grabs his wrists and stops him. “Why are you bringing sex toys to the workplace? And why did you put it on me- ”
“Trust me, Mr. Principal sir,” Jongdae tells him gleefully, “it’s fun to watch you squirm.”
Joonmyun huffs. “Asshole.” He groans when Jongin pulls out and he can feel come leaking out of his hole and dripping down his thigh. “Just hurry up, whoever’s next.” He grumpily opens his mouth for Yixing, who’s been trying to chase down his oral cavity for a while without success, but didn’t force Joonmyun for it because he’s Yixing and Yixing does nice things.
Jongdae shoos Jongin off to go and sit with Kris and Sehun in the losers’ area. He and Baekhyun play a quick game of paper-scissors-rock because neither of them have had a turn with Joonmyun yet, and Jongdae wins.
“Best of three,” Baekhyun hisses.
“Piss off,” Jongdae mouths back, settling comfortably behind Joonmyun’s ass and pulling his hips towards him. His cock slips into Joonmyun and it’s like he’s on cloud nine. A warm, wet and slippery cloud nine. He’s still amazingly tight and this is almost - almost - better than being fucked by Joonmyun himself. Jongdae drills Joonmyun’s ass with rapid-fire thrusts that send him pitching forward onto Yixing’s cock.
Joonmyun coughs a little and Yixing pulls out of his mouth. “Sir, you really are heaven,” the history teacher says dreamily.
“I don’t even know who you are,” Joonmyun replies, voice laden with sarcasm, “but thanks.”
“It’s Yixing,” Yixing tells him, because he really is Yixing and because he’s Yixing and he does nice things.
Joonmyun’s sulky expression lifts a little. Despite having been screwed senseless by Yixing earlier, he still has a soft spot for him. He opens his mouth again and he tries to give him a half-decent blowjob, even with Jongdae jackhammering away behind him. He thinks he’s got in all under control, or at least until a hand grabs his cock and starts jerking him off in quick, hurried strokes.
“Oh,” Joonmyun gasps, stuck between thrusting forward into the mystery hand and back onto the mystery cock. He feels the familiar burning in his gut build up but he can’t come, and it won’t go away. He whimpers pathetically instead and gets a sympathetic pat on the head from Yixing.
Jongdae strokes him faster and swipes his forefinger through the beads of pre-come gathering at the head of Joonmyun’s cock, spreading it down the shaft and groping his balls before coming back up to rub teasingly at his slit.
“Look, he’s trying not to be noisy,” Chanyeol and Baekhyun snort under their breaths.
Jongdae has no idea what either of them said but he’s sure they’re talking about him. He bites down on his lip even harder as Joonmyun clenches spastically around his cock. A string of little whines manage to escape but at least he’s not moaning at his usual volumes - he knows Joonmyun knows that Jongdae’s the most vocal of them all when he’s really getting into it, and that alone would probably sell him out.
“Jongdae,” Joonmyun mutters.
Jongdae halts in mid-thrust. “What?”
The entire staffroom stares at the imminent showdown; head of mathematics against head of computer science. Yixing notices Joonmyun is smirking.
“How’d you guess that?” Jongdae asks, mouth hanging open unattractively.
“Because you’re enjoying it far too much, you little shit,” Joonmyun says dryly. “I was actually waiting for you scream like a porn star like you usually do, but clearly that only happens when your ass is full of my dick.”
Joonmyun: 1. Jongdae: 0. All eyes are on the latter.
Jongdae raises an eyebrow. He pulls out, marches around to where Yixing is and elbows him out of the way. “Do you know what else I enjoy, sir? Coming in your mouth.”
“If you come in my mouth,” Joonmyun says warningly, “I will find you when this is over and fuck your sorry ass into next week- ”
Jongdae grabs his jaw and stuffs his cock in.
Joonmyun makes a noise of protest but the hand on his chin holds him in place. He tastes flavoured lube (whoever picked cherry needs to be fired) and what is probably a mix of god knows how many people’s come.
Zitao watches the scene, wide-eyed. “It’s like Jongdae has this weird ability to make sir snap,” he remarks, staring in wonder at Joonmyun performing an aggressive blowjob in the hopes of getting Jongdae as quick as possible.
Baekhyun nods from where he’s idly giving Chanyeol a handjob. “Yeah, he does,” he agrees. “Out of all of us Jongdae’s probably the best at riling him up.”
“But it’s Jongdae’s secret fantasy,” Chanyeol adds in a whisper. “I bet he thinks about dom Joonmyun every night before he goes to sleep.”
Baekhyun nods again. “Jongdae says he doesn’t, but he loves this time of this year because he volunteers himself as the headmaster’s personal ‘stressball’,” he complains. “And the rest of us still have to deal with Joonmyun having aneurysms over every little thing that goes wrong.” He removes his hand from Chanyeol’s cock and takes up Jongdae’s previous spot. He squeezes Joonmyun’s pale asscheeks and is about to spread them when Jongdae come with a loud cry.
“Porn star,” Luhan giggles.
Joonmyun’s adam’s apple bobs as he tries not to swallow but he accidentally does anyway, some of it dribbling down his chin and running over Kyungsoo’s now-dry release from before.
Jongdae pets Joonmyun’s hair mockingly. “I’ll be waiting for you to fuck my sorry ass into next week, Mr. Principal sir.” He flounces off to join the others who have been eliminated and Joonmyun makes an odd noise.
Baekhyun gives Joonmyun’s cock a few tugs to get his attention back. He drops his voice a few octaves. “You’re not bad at this game,” he remarks. “Pretty much half of us are out.”
Joonmyun’s not so sure if being able to tell who was fucking him while blindfolded is something to be proud of. He doesn’t get much time to think about it. Baekhyun lubes up and thrusts in easily, starting up a fairly decent pace.
It’s not familiar to Joonmyun at all. The hand still on his cock strokes him in time to each thrust but compared to all the others who have fucked him already, it’s agonizingly slow. He presses back on the cock inside him in the hopes of getting some degree of control but all he achieves are sore forearms from being rubbed repeatedly against the staffroom desk. A hand touches his cheek and coaxes his mouth open. Judging by the immense girth stretching his lips-
It’s fucking Chanyeol again, goddammit, who else?
Joonmyun sighs inwardly and takes in as much as he can, bobbing his head up and down. Chanyeol and Baekhyun spitroast him until his limbs get tired and he ducks his head away from Chanyeol because his jaw’s sore enough to feel like it’s been dislocated (he hopes it hasn’t, because he does not want to have to explain to the emergency department that he’s stuffed up his jaw from sucking too much cock). Chanyeol is sad and goes to sit down with his hand instead.
Joonmyun hears several teachers cackling at Chanyeol’s demise and decides he’s going to burn them all in hell and dock their pay.
“He doesn’t look like he’s guessing any time soon,” Kris observes.
Joonmyun makes a face. He’s got no openings for this one so he may as well take a stab at it. The hand around his cock suddenly does a fabulous corkscrewy-twisty thing and if he wasn’t wearing a fucking cock ring, he’s certain he would’ve jizzed all over the table now. Somebody had a pair of fantastic hands on them.
“Luhan?” he tries.
“Nuh-uh,” says Chanyeol.
Well, Joonmyun frowns, at least it’s not Chanyeol. The chemistry teacher, though, is once again bursting at the seams to give him a clue.
“This person…” Chanyeol grins creepily, “isn’t wearing any undies today.”
Baekhyun winks at him.
“I don’t even know if any of you idiots underwear to start with,” Joonmyun groans. He knows Sehun likes to go commando, preferring to let his schlong fling about obnoxiously in all directions as he walks around the classroom handing out papers.
Baekhyun kicks up the pace, hammering into Joonmyun’s ass hard enough for the sound of balls against skin resonate throughout the staffroom. “That comment was uncalled for, sir,” he says pointedly. “I should tell Chanyeol to fuck your sassy mouth again- ”
“No, wait, god!” Joonmyun yells in a state of panic. “Just hold on!” He tries to remember who’s left behind and vaguely recalls Sehun and Kris, and Kyungsoo, and Jongdae’s name is on the tip of his tongue when he realizes that no, Jongdae is out too-
“Okay, fine, here’s your second clue.” Chanyeol’s deep voice rumbles with amusement. “One of this guy’s top ten kinks is being eaten out.”
Jongin looks like he really didn’t want to know that at all. Jongdae cackles to himself and Baekhyun levels a stare at Chanyeol.
“And one more clue,” Chanyeol continues, “because third time lucky, right?” He rubs his hands together with the air of a conniving thief, delighted that he gets to divulge all of Baekhyun’s secrets. He’ll get shit for it later, but angry Baekhyun is just so much fun to deal with. “So, once, I put a vibrator up his ass and made him teach a class.”
Kyungsoo asks if the two of the anything apart.
Baekhyun gives him the finger and the whole staff board ‘oooh’s because he’s just incurred the wrath of the secretary from hell and was probably going to be dead by next week (or, at least, start finding unidentified chemicals and/or objects in his morning coffees).
Joonmyun sadly wonders if he’s ever going to be able to forget what he’s learned today. His brain is filled with images of everybody getting rimmed and from now on he’s never going to be able to see another staff member without wondering if they have anything in their ass, or if they’re wearing underwear.
It sounds exactly like the kinky kind of shit Luhan would be into. “Is it Luhan?” he asks.
Luhan laughs from whoever’s lap he’s in now. “You must really be out of it to guess me twice,” he says. “Wrong.”
Joonmyun is about to facepalm but he can’t because his hands are tied together. Instead he just hits the desk out of frustration. It couldn’t be Yixing or Zitao, those two goddamn machines, but they could all be playing mind games again, just to fuck with him mentally too.
Who else was left? Minseok? It had to be. “Is it Mins- ” And then Joonmyun remembers Baekhyun and his guess comes out something like “Minsbaekhyun?”
Baekhyun snorts uncontrollably with laughter, muffling it behind the back of his hand.
“Should we let him pass?” Zitao asks. “It sounded like he said Baekhyun, which is correct…”
“No,” Kyungsoo replies. “Wrong. There is nobody here by the name of Minsbaekhyun.”
While Joonmyun screeches about it being Baekhyun when he actually thought it was Minseok, Jongdae watches Kyungsoo and Luhan argue it out. Yixing’s backed out of the argument and Luhan votes that Baekhyun should be eliminated.
“He knows it’s Baekhyun anyway,” Luhan points out. “So Baekhyun might as well give up.”
There is a silence and a few nods as everyone can see that Luhan is right, but now that Luhan has now angered the secretary from hell too, he’s probably going to be dead next to Baekhyun by next week as well.
“It’s okay,” Baekhyun grins, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m out, I’m nearly finished anyway.”
“Yeah,” Chanyeol chirps, “you even got a blowjob from sir too, so get off.”
“Technically, I’m already getting off,” Baekhyun says back, and there is a moment of silence.
“That was really bad,” Minseok pipes up, and the physics teacher chortles before diverting his full attention to fucking Joonmyun with the last of his strength before he comes deep in his ass. He pulls out and Joonmyun’s felt so much come drip out of his ass that he’s given up complaining about it. He feels his hole flutter weakly; he’s still strung up and he hasn’t come because of Jongdae’s godforsaken cock ring and he partially collapses on the table, trying to relax his cramped and chafed arms.
Chanyeol sees it and decides he’s next, gently turning Joonmyun over onto his back and then climbing on the table. He sits and starts to manoeuver Joonmyun into sitting in his lap, lifting him up while the headmaster’s eyes still blindfolded and wrists tied together in front of him.
“Wha-what’s going on?” he demands. “What are you doing?”
Zitao is the first to realize what’s happening and moves to help Chanyeol. Suddenly they’re met with the dilemma of which way they want Joonmyun to sit on Chanyeol’s thighs and pause in mid-air.
Jongdae and Luhan catch on next and make hooting noises at them.
“Which way do you want to ride, Mr. Principal sir?” Jongdae says mockingly.
Joonmyun doesn’t say anything while he processes the variety of meanings of that particular question. When it clicks in his head, he makes a face. “What the hell, I don’t want to ride you.”
“There have been a lot of things today that you said you didn’t want to do but you did anyway,” Kyungsoo says, and Joonmyun warbles unintelligibly.
“Sir, just enjoy the ride,” Luhan tells him, wandering over to lend a hand. They drop him into Chanyeol’s lap in reverse cowgirl. “You know what to do.”
part 3