yoomin; it's like a bad porn
schoolboy!min & teacher!chun (wtf i know) || NC17
written for
hamano_michiyo, because she's bad. and makes me do bad things.
a/n: the outfit a la min that started this mess & the chunbuns
changmin gets his test back, 100 in bold red on top -- crossed out, replaced by a 99. he looks up at his teacher, confused but mr park (or 'call me yoochun') is already moving passed him and handing out the rest of the tests. changmin stares in mortification because this can't be happening, and then he finally notices a 'speak to me after class' scribbled under the number grade. he loosens his tie, hoping he can get through class without pulling his hair out.
he thinks about it all through class.
...okay, fine, while he's not staring at yoochun's ass.
...or his chest. (damn that dress shirt.)
students file out of the class, and changmin takes his time packing, walking up to his teacher's desk.
"mister-"
"yoochun, changmin. just yoochun."
"yoochun, about my grade?"
//
yoochun pushes him back and changmin steadies himself, sitting on the table. yoochun stands dangerously close in front of him, hooking a finger on his tie, loosening it further. he can't seem to answer the question, yoochun looking at him through hooded eyes behind his white framed glasses. yoochun's habit of never buttoning up his shirt all the way wasn't helping at all. "i..i-"
"mmm..." yoochun starts undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, fingers teasing and brushing against his chest (accidently, yoochun insists) as he hooks his finger between buttons and pulls down, not caring if the buttons pop off instead of slip out. "you know, you always look so good in your uniform, especially when you don't wear that jacket."
changmin pratically whimpers when yoochun cups him, palm pressing lightly, much unlike yoochun's body towards his. "sunsaeng-nim, we, we shou-"
yoochun shuts changmin up by pushing him further onto the desk and climbing onto his lap, leaning close and whispering into his ear while he unzips changmin's trousers. "are you really going to say no?" his fingers spread over changmin's lower stomach and sneak under the waistband of changmin's boxers, touches him enough to tease and little else. "don't tell me you got those grades honestly."
"but i did", changmin thinks, but is soon cut off by a swallowed moan when yoochun tugs with more force. "yoochun", it comes out breathier than he anticipated. he can hear yoochun chuckle against his ear and absently hopes his teacher isn't into biting. something presses against his stomach and he glances down and realizes that yoochun is getting hard, "oh shit.", reminding him of his own erection hardening and pulsing in yoochun's hand.
"changmin, god, help me, genius.", yoochun groans out, licking along the shell of changmin's ear, nipping along his jaw. he unhooks his fingers from changmin's tie, moves it down and slips it down, under changmin's shirt and feeling hot skin before wedging into pants, squeezing changmin's ass, pulling up and trying to get changmin to to lift his hips.
he's nervous as he undoes yoochun's pants, and really has to stop himself from fainting when he finds out that yoochun had decided not to wear underwear today. his eyes roll back just at the idea. lifting his hips, he lets yoochun push pants and boxers down in one movement, shivers from being so exposed. changmin's hands are unsteady and clumsy as he tries to undo the rest of the button's on yoochun's dress shirt, getting rid of the obstacle that's been teasing him all semester.
yoochun pushes his student's hands away, pushing changmin to lie back and doing it himself before leaning over changmin, hips grinding as he reaches and gets his drawer. "come on, changmin.", he emphasizes his words with added pressure on changmin's hips, impatient. he bites along changmin's neck, sucking under his jaw.
changmin wanted to come, badly and knew that bursting right now would probably mean a lot of embarassment, not that that would be easy with yoochun grinding over him like that, shirt undone and pants hiding very little. he finally gathers enough sense, moving his hands onto yoochun's body , fans them over yoochun's ass, gripping and pushing, satisfied with yoochun's new groans, before he pushes yoochun's pants down to his knees. he doesn't expect it when something cold is spread over his cock, yoochun's skilled fingers spreading sticky-slippery. changmin reaches down between their bodies, taking yoochun into his hand and watches as the man gasps, rounds his back and hides his face against changmin's chest.
he jerks changmin's cock a few more times, his own hips thrusting into changmin's hand. his lips nip at changmin's chin, "do you kiss?", he breathless and he needs to know now, and when changmin doesn't seem to give a definite answer, he does it anyway, figuring changmin would turn away if he didnt wanted to anyway. their lips smack, too lewd to lead to lovemaking, yoochun pulls changmin's lower lip in between his teeth, growling, using one hand to steady himself against changmin's chest and the other to position changmin against his entrance, pushing back slowly.
when yoochun bucks against his hand changmin realizes he had stopped moving probably around the time yoochun decided to sit on his cock, which by the way, yoochun is still working on. he slides his hand up and down yoochun's hard-on, wondering if it's going to help the man any as more and more of his cock is swallowed. "god, yoochun."
he holds still when he's taken all of changmin in, closing his eyes, feeling changmin's hand jerking him off slow and easy. yoochun leans into to take changmin's lips again, this time with more vigor, as his hand joins changmin's, spreading any leftover lube. he licks his way into changmin's mouth, teasing the boy's shy tongue, daring him to do more. his grips at changmin's collar, forces the boy to sit up again as he sits back, changmin shifting inside him making him growl into their kiss. "god, changmin. don't make this harder than it should be."
changmin doesn't need any further encouragement, "bossy.", and crushes his lips against yoochun's, exploring an unfamiliar mouth. he has to pull back to breathe when yoochun moves, just slight rolls of his hips back and forth, heat squeezing, pulling. "yooch-", yoochun cuts him off, wiping his fingers on changmin's shirt before threading his fingers in the younger man's hair, pulling him close and kissing him again. changmin can feel yoochun smirk when he huffs and moans into the man's mouth as yoochun starts to really ride him.
yoochun kisses messily, panting against changmin's mouth, his hips lifting himself off changmin's cock and sinking back down, the sound of skin slapping reaching his ears. he mumbles with changmin's lips between his, "fuck, min, uhh, move, fuck me.", lifting and dropping his hips more urgently.
his hands grab at yoochun's ass, squeezing his cheeks, pulling them apart as he starts thrusting up experimentally, trying to set a rhythm with yoochun's frantic movements.
this time yoochun was the one pulling back, moving faster, his erection trapped between their bodies. he leans back and it doesn't take long for him to release a yell, bouncing more enthusiastically on changmin, panting harder and trying to have changmin hit that spot again. his voice is low and breathless,"changmin, fuck, make me come, makemecome." he pulls on the tie hanging loosely around changmin's neck, yanks it and jams their lips together.
changmin feels yoochun squeeze around him, and if he's learned anything, repetition is likely to produce a simliar response. he pushes into yoochun a couple of times, and when yoochun screams when he grinds back a certain way, tightening around changmin again. he holds yoochun's hips, fucking the man harder and faster as he feels the tightening in his muscles that he'd grown familiar with throughout his teens. he pulls his tongue out of yoochun's mouth, lips still pressed, "yoo-yoochun, i'm going to come." and he does, with yoochun spilling onto his stomach, and him deep in yoochun's ass.
written for
hamano_michiyo, because she's bad. and makes me do bad things.
a/n: the outfit a la min that started this mess & the chunbuns
changmin gets his test back, 100 in bold red on top -- crossed out, replaced by a 99. he looks up at his teacher, confused but mr park (or 'call me yoochun') is already moving passed him and handing out the rest of the tests. changmin stares in mortification because this can't be happening, and then he finally notices a 'speak to me after class' scribbled under the number grade. he loosens his tie, hoping he can get through class without pulling his hair out.
he thinks about it all through class.
...okay, fine, while he's not staring at yoochun's ass.
...or his chest. (damn that dress shirt.)
students file out of the class, and changmin takes his time packing, walking up to his teacher's desk.
"mister-"
"yoochun, changmin. just yoochun."
"yoochun, about my grade?"
//
yoochun pushes him back and changmin steadies himself, sitting on the table. yoochun stands dangerously close in front of him, hooking a finger on his tie, loosening it further. he can't seem to answer the question, yoochun looking at him through hooded eyes behind his white framed glasses. yoochun's habit of never buttoning up his shirt all the way wasn't helping at all. "i..i-"
"mmm..." yoochun starts undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, fingers teasing and brushing against his chest (accidently, yoochun insists) as he hooks his finger between buttons and pulls down, not caring if the buttons pop off instead of slip out. "you know, you always look so good in your uniform, especially when you don't wear that jacket."
changmin pratically whimpers when yoochun cups him, palm pressing lightly, much unlike yoochun's body towards his. "sunsaeng-nim, we, we shou-"
yoochun shuts changmin up by pushing him further onto the desk and climbing onto his lap, leaning close and whispering into his ear while he unzips changmin's trousers. "are you really going to say no?" his fingers spread over changmin's lower stomach and sneak under the waistband of changmin's boxers, touches him enough to tease and little else. "don't tell me you got those grades honestly."
"but i did", changmin thinks, but is soon cut off by a swallowed moan when yoochun tugs with more force. "yoochun", it comes out breathier than he anticipated. he can hear yoochun chuckle against his ear and absently hopes his teacher isn't into biting. something presses against his stomach and he glances down and realizes that yoochun is getting hard, "oh shit.", reminding him of his own erection hardening and pulsing in yoochun's hand.
"changmin, god, help me, genius.", yoochun groans out, licking along the shell of changmin's ear, nipping along his jaw. he unhooks his fingers from changmin's tie, moves it down and slips it down, under changmin's shirt and feeling hot skin before wedging into pants, squeezing changmin's ass, pulling up and trying to get changmin to to lift his hips.
he's nervous as he undoes yoochun's pants, and really has to stop himself from fainting when he finds out that yoochun had decided not to wear underwear today. his eyes roll back just at the idea. lifting his hips, he lets yoochun push pants and boxers down in one movement, shivers from being so exposed. changmin's hands are unsteady and clumsy as he tries to undo the rest of the button's on yoochun's dress shirt, getting rid of the obstacle that's been teasing him all semester.
yoochun pushes his student's hands away, pushing changmin to lie back and doing it himself before leaning over changmin, hips grinding as he reaches and gets his drawer. "come on, changmin.", he emphasizes his words with added pressure on changmin's hips, impatient. he bites along changmin's neck, sucking under his jaw.
changmin wanted to come, badly and knew that bursting right now would probably mean a lot of embarassment, not that that would be easy with yoochun grinding over him like that, shirt undone and pants hiding very little. he finally gathers enough sense, moving his hands onto yoochun's body , fans them over yoochun's ass, gripping and pushing, satisfied with yoochun's new groans, before he pushes yoochun's pants down to his knees. he doesn't expect it when something cold is spread over his cock, yoochun's skilled fingers spreading sticky-slippery. changmin reaches down between their bodies, taking yoochun into his hand and watches as the man gasps, rounds his back and hides his face against changmin's chest.
he jerks changmin's cock a few more times, his own hips thrusting into changmin's hand. his lips nip at changmin's chin, "do you kiss?", he breathless and he needs to know now, and when changmin doesn't seem to give a definite answer, he does it anyway, figuring changmin would turn away if he didnt wanted to anyway. their lips smack, too lewd to lead to lovemaking, yoochun pulls changmin's lower lip in between his teeth, growling, using one hand to steady himself against changmin's chest and the other to position changmin against his entrance, pushing back slowly.
when yoochun bucks against his hand changmin realizes he had stopped moving probably around the time yoochun decided to sit on his cock, which by the way, yoochun is still working on. he slides his hand up and down yoochun's hard-on, wondering if it's going to help the man any as more and more of his cock is swallowed. "god, yoochun."
he holds still when he's taken all of changmin in, closing his eyes, feeling changmin's hand jerking him off slow and easy. yoochun leans into to take changmin's lips again, this time with more vigor, as his hand joins changmin's, spreading any leftover lube. he licks his way into changmin's mouth, teasing the boy's shy tongue, daring him to do more. his grips at changmin's collar, forces the boy to sit up again as he sits back, changmin shifting inside him making him growl into their kiss. "god, changmin. don't make this harder than it should be."
changmin doesn't need any further encouragement, "bossy.", and crushes his lips against yoochun's, exploring an unfamiliar mouth. he has to pull back to breathe when yoochun moves, just slight rolls of his hips back and forth, heat squeezing, pulling. "yooch-", yoochun cuts him off, wiping his fingers on changmin's shirt before threading his fingers in the younger man's hair, pulling him close and kissing him again. changmin can feel yoochun smirk when he huffs and moans into the man's mouth as yoochun starts to really ride him.
yoochun kisses messily, panting against changmin's mouth, his hips lifting himself off changmin's cock and sinking back down, the sound of skin slapping reaching his ears. he mumbles with changmin's lips between his, "fuck, min, uhh, move, fuck me.", lifting and dropping his hips more urgently.
his hands grab at yoochun's ass, squeezing his cheeks, pulling them apart as he starts thrusting up experimentally, trying to set a rhythm with yoochun's frantic movements.
this time yoochun was the one pulling back, moving faster, his erection trapped between their bodies. he leans back and it doesn't take long for him to release a yell, bouncing more enthusiastically on changmin, panting harder and trying to have changmin hit that spot again. his voice is low and breathless,"changmin, fuck, make me come, makemecome." he pulls on the tie hanging loosely around changmin's neck, yanks it and jams their lips together.
changmin feels yoochun squeeze around him, and if he's learned anything, repetition is likely to produce a simliar response. he pushes into yoochun a couple of times, and when yoochun screams when he grinds back a certain way, tightening around changmin again. he holds yoochun's hips, fucking the man harder and faster as he feels the tightening in his muscles that he'd grown familiar with throughout his teens. he pulls his tongue out of yoochun's mouth, lips still pressed, "yoo-yoochun, i'm going to come." and he does, with yoochun spilling onto his stomach, and him deep in yoochun's ass.