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woho, I didn't post in this journal since two years and I'm breaking this only to post this fanfiction here so I don't lose it
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Title: Grade A
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai/Luhan [EXO]
Warnings: Teacher/Student AU [underaged, etc.], dub-con, dirty talk
Summary: Luhan had failed his test again. But he needed to pass this class. So badly.
Wordcount: 3106
(for my tia, i love you ♥)
[In my head, Jongin is about 28 and Luhan is around 17. Artistic freedom ‘n shit.]
Grade A
Luhan was close to tears. He had failed his test. Again. And his teacher had asked him to stay after class. He was being chucked off school, he knew it. He was failing the most important class, but he really couldn’t get the grasp of Korean literature and the analysis of it. He had tried his best, but his parents couldn’t afford after school tuition and he could only teach himself so much.
Now he was reduced to sit trembling in his seat, wishing to any God that was willing to hear him out that he was allowed to stay, allowed to maybe do some work for extra credit. He couldn’t let his parents down on this, he was their only hope. He needed to pass this class.
Thinking about how to beg his way out of being expelled, the class came to an aprubt end. Luhan stayed seated just like his teacher had told him to. Teacher Kim was carefully packing his things away, before he called him out, asking him to come to his desk.
Luhan moved slowly, his lips trembling and tears already forming in his eyes. It wasn’t the best way to go about this, but he had no other choice. He was bad with lying, so he needed to beg for it and hope that his teacher was kind enough.
“Luhan. You are aware that I’m not best pleased with your test.” His teacher was sitting on the other side of the desk Luhan was standing in front of. He looked at his feet and started rambling immediatly.
“I just can’t get my head around the analysis and writing Korean is so hard, Teacher I try my best everytime, but, but, it’s hard for me, because I only speak Korean in school and I can’t afford tuition, Teacher please don’t fail me, please” Luhan was positivly panting now with the strength to hold his tears back. He looked up to see his Teacher staring at him.
“And how do you think should I NOT fail you? If you come up with one good argument, I may reconsider your grade.”
Luhan’s heart dropped. The teacher had already failed him. He had already put his grade down. He would be ended when he came back home.
“No, no, please teacher I’ll do anything, don’t fail me, my parents will never forgive me, I’m a hardworking student, I’ll do anything for extra credit!! I can’t fail this class, not so close to the end, please teacher, anything!” He was aware that his voice was absolutly pathetic, but he didn’t know what else to do.
“Anything for extra credit, Luhan? Are you sure?” Luhan frowned at the smile his teacher was throwing his way. “Absolutly, sir. Anything, anything is fine!” The smile turned into a smirk.
“Come round the desk Luhan. Stand in front of me, let me see you.” Confused with the sudden command, Luhan moved. He was in no position to object, he’d do everything to pass class and not be killed by his parents.
Standing in front of Teacher Kim, Luhan was suddenly nervous. His teacher was not old like the rest of his teachers, he had just graduated from university and he was beautiful which everyone, girls and boys, saw and leered at. Some more vocal (girls) and some more ashamed (boys).
Luhan had always thought that Teacher Kim had known that he had this effect on people since no student was doing a very good job at hiding it and being the only teacher under 30 usually was a tell-tale sign too.
“Do you know my first name, Luhan?”
Luhan frowned at the question. He had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be a very normal assignment. “Was it not… Jongin, sir?” He answered, careful to show respect and not upset his teacher. He had only told them his first name once, but the crazy girl students that wrote crazy fiction about them and their teacher knew it all too well and used it often.
“That is correct. I want you to remember my name well. I want you to call me like that when no one else is around. But you will still address me as Sir. Do you understand, Luhan?” Jongin was staring at him intensly, waiting for a response. Luhan nodded hastily, again wanting to prevent any upsetting. He couldn’t allow that to happen now.
His teacher stood, walking to the door and locking it. He walked to the windows and pulled the curtains closed. There was still enough light to see everything clearly though since Jongin left the last window bare.
Luhan was shifting from foot to foot. He really didn’t want to do anything illegal. He had enough of that in China. Every third man asking him to smuggle something to somewhere for some amount of money and he was ashamed to say that he had accepted the easy money often when his parents couldn’t afford to buy him new clothes or shoes. His parents had never asked. But he had enough of that. What if his teacher asked him to… He couldn’t very well say no, right? Luhan breath picked up in his distress. He was close to tears again, panicking.
His teacher sat in his chair again and looked Luhan once over. “Relax. There will not be pain involved. Not much anyway. Not if you want me to.”
That didn’t calm Luhan the slightest and instead he watched with wide eyes as Jongin patted his knee impatiently. “Get on the floor Luhan.”
Luhan didn’t move an inch.
“I thought you wanted a good grade? Grade A, so your parents will be pleased? It’s very easy, Luhan. Get on your knees and be a good kid and do as you are told.” Jongin was looking very calm and Luhan couldn’t help but feel some of his panic rushing out of him. He was insane, he was really insane, is what Luhan thought when he got down to his knees.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it. Luhan, I want you to remember what my name is and what you are supposed to say anyway. Can you tell me?” Luhan nodded eagerly. “I am to call you Jongin, sir.” Jongin smiled pleased and petted Luhan’s hair which felt equally weird and nice. “Very good. You are such a smart kid, aren’t you? I know you are, Luhan.” Luhan smiled at the warm feeling of the praise he was receiving. This wasn’t going too bad, right. Maybe he’d come off lightly with a good grade.
“You are so smart, you surely know the rules to this game, don’t you?” Luhan looked up, confused again. What game?
Before he could ask though, his teacher continued. “If I let you do this, you must swear to be silent. You know that right? It’s for your own good, Luhan, right? You don’t want your parents to be upset with you failing, right? So, there’s only one rule. You do as I tell you and you don’t breath a word to anyone. Do you understand, Luhan? I think you do, it’s not so hard for such a smart kid, right?” His teacher was still stroking through his hair and praising him and Luhan was not sure what he was just told and what of it pleased him and what of it upset him. “Nod if you understand.” He nodded at the request, even though he understood nothing. He was too proud to admit it though since his teacher thought him so smart. He would pick it up quickly enough.
“Very good Luhan, I’m so pleased with you.” Luhan smiled. The praise was addling his brain and he was feeling a bit distant. “I want you to listen very carefully now. Are you listening? Good. I don’t want you to move. You will not move, at all. It doesn’t matter what I do, you will not move. Do you understand? Answer me verbally.” Luhan needed a second to process the request and then whispered “Yes, sir.”
That seemed to please Jongin even more, his pleasant smile turning into a genuine smirk. It pleased Luhan as well.
Without saying anything more, Jongin took his hand out of Luhan’s hair and worked his trousers open. And then Luhan understood. And he panicked.
Before he could stand up and run though, his teacher had his hand back in his hair, not gently now but pulling forcefully. “What have I told you? You do not move, Luhan. I thought you understood. I thought you were well-behaved, Luhan!” Luhan swallowed thickly, unable to respond with the force of his breath ripping out of his lungs.
“It’s fine Luhan, I forgive you, it doesn’t matter anymore, okay? Don’t be upset, I’m not mad at you. It’s fine. Everything is fine, Luhan. You want your grade, don’t you? I know you do. And it will be so easy for you, because you’re so smart, Luhan. I only give this chance to you. You are my favourite, Luhan. Am I not your favourite?” The praise was doing things to his brains, he knows it. He just can’t deny the feeling of deep satisfaction that finally, finally someone noticed him and he was his favourite and he thought he was smart- “Of course, sir, you are my favourite”, he whispered brokenly.
“I understand you, Luhan. You don’t have it easy, I know it. But you should have it easy, because you are special. You are different. You deserve this. I’m making it easy for you. I’m giving you the opportunity to make everything better. Luhan, you are so smart, you will not let this chance pass, will you? I know you won’t. I know, because you are the smartest person I know. Now, this isn’t so hard. I bet you have seen it before. This is not difficult at all, Luhan and I’m so sure you can do it, for me and for you.”
Luhan was so lulled in already that he could only nod, suddenly feeling the complete opposite than before. He wanted this. His teacher wanted it and he needed it. He needed it and he could do it, his teacher knew. He trusted him to be able to do it.
“I can do it, sir. Let me do it.” Jongin cracked his neck and licked his lips. He didn’t move his hand away from Luhan’s hair and Luhan was grateful. It made him feel warm. His teacher fumbled with his trousers, before getting his half-hard cock out, doing nothing.
Luhan stared at it, the feelings of dread and and disgust coming back to him faintly, still held back by his teacher’s words.
“This will be so easy for you and you will do it so well, I know it already. Piece of cake. You look so beautiful, Luhan. Can you do this for me? I want you to do this for me.” There was this strange feeling in his gut again. The feeling to finally be wanted, that he was seen and noticed and wanted so badly. The hand in his hair pulled him closer to Jongin’s groin and he didn’t need another push. He settled on his knees and put his hands shyly around the erection in front of him.
His teacher hummed pleased and continued talking. “That feels so good already, Luhan, can you imagine how good it will be for me, if you put it in your mouth? It will make me feel so good Luhan, so good. And I want nothing more than that, do you hear? I want you to make me feel good, only you, Luhan. I want you to show me that you can do it, that what I think of you is right. That you are this special to me Luhan, that you will do this for me because I am special too. Can you do that? I think you can.”
Luhan didn’t even answer, the warm feeling in his guts turning hot and he put his mouth slowly around the tip of Jongin’s cock.
Jongin encouraged him throughout, never once stopping in his praise, with his noises, to show Luhan his appreciation and Luhan was feeling high. He was doing this, he was the one making his teacher feel so good. He was the only one.
“Luhan, Luhan, I knew it, you’re so good at this, hah, you’re doing so well, so well, you make me feel so good Luhan, don’t stop, come on, you can take more, I know it, I trust you Luhan, I trust you to make me feel like this, hhaa, yes!” Luhan was gagging around Jongin’s hard on, the teacher pushing his cock so deep inside that Luhan had problems breathing.
But it was fine. It was all fine, he was special, his teacher wanted him, only him.
“You’re so good, you’re so well behaved, Luhan. I bet you would let me fuck you if I talked long enough right? You’re so sweet, so little and pretty, desperate for affection, are you not? Desperate for feeling special, are you not you little slut?” Suddenly his teacher’s voice dropped into something more menacing. Something unpleasant. Luhan stopped moving, but his teacher was having none of it, forcing his head up and down still. He noticed his jaw hurt for the first time and the vile taste in his throat.
“Look at what you’re doing for a grade, did you really think I wanted you so much, god you’re more retarded than I thought. Look at you Luhan, look at what you’re doing. Doesn’t it turn you on? Are you not a disgusting little whore? On your knees for a good grade, are you? Shit, your parents would be so proud, Luhan!” He was desperatly trying to get free by now, pushing with his hands and trying to pull the hand in his hair away. Luhan was close to crying again. He remembered now. “You surely know the rules to this game, don’t you?” His teacher had said. A game.
“Stop fucking moving, you pathetic excuse of a man, you’ll take this, do you understand? You will take this and next time you whine about a grade, you will think about what you wish for first. Don’t you dare puke in my lap slut, do you hear? You don’t want to live through that too!” Luhan sobbed particularly loudly around the cock in his mouth, trying hard to surpress his retching and the gag reflex Jongin was abusing so harshly.
“Oh, now you’re feeling ashamed, are you? If I touched your cock right now, wouldn’t you be hard? Wouldn’t you want me to fuck you? Tell you sweet nothings? Wouldn’t you beg me again? Crying now, but you were begging for it, Luhan. You want this. I know you do, I can see your hard-on. You like this, little damsel in distress, getting his mouth fucked roughly. Did you think I’m in love with you? That I want to do this more often? That I want to go steady with you? Because you’re so special? Hah! You’re only specially retarded, if any. But I won’t deny that your mouth is special, it feels delicious around my dick, Luhan. You are getting your good grade for this. You have done well.” Jongin’s voice was cold as ice, slicing through Luhan like a sword, leaving him bleeding and hurting. He wanted nothing more than to die on the spot. He had never felt so abused in his life and his parents beat him regurlarly. But this was different, this was so much worse.
“Pull off, you shit. Let me look at you.” His hair was yanked and he yelled lowly, looking at his teacher with tear-ridden eyes.
“Tell me now, Luhan. Do you still want to do anything for a good grade? Is this better than being disgraced by your family?” Luhan shook his head harshly, sobbing. Nothing was worse than this.
“Why do you lie to yourself so much?” His teacher was touching himself with his free hand, the other still painfully clenched in Luhan’s hair. “I know you like this. You like it even better than me sweet-talking you. Don’t you? You feel so little, but someone cares enough about you to swear at you. To make you feel little, not in a disappointed way, but angry. I am angry at you for lying to yourself, Luhan. Look at me.” Luhan was forced to look at his teacher whose eyes were so cold that Luhan was startled. This man was capable of many things and suddenly Luhan feared for more than his dignity. He feared for his life.
He opened his mouth to sob again, panicked to the end of his wits, he couldn’t say a word even if it saved his life, but then Jongin grunted, yanked at his hair again and came over his face.
He didn’t move for a long time, trembling in fear and panting loudly, because he didn’t seem to be able to breath properly. His teacher was looking at him, smiling lazyly and let go of his hair. As if on cue, Luhan scrambled as far away from his teacher as he could, settling against the nearest wall, holding onto it like it was his life.
His teacher casually buttoned himself up again, rightened his clothes and stood grabbing his bag. Luhan was crying. He couldn’t stop himself. It was his own fault. He let himself be talked into this. He had wanted the grade so badly.
Luhan only noticed his teacher standing in front of him when the man leaned down to wipe his face with a tissue. He cleaned Luhan’s face from his come and Luhan’s tears and threw the tissue away. Then he leaned down further and looked into Luhan’s eyes with his incredibly icey ones.
“Don’t be so harsh on yourself. I enjoyed this. You shouldn’t be ashamed of wanting something like this. It’s just sex. For tomorrow please bring your scrapbook. We’ll stop with Korean literature and do some creative writing. I hope you’ll find this topic to be to your liking. You can always write some of those cute stories the girl students write about me and them. I especially like the sexual ones and here’s a tip: I’ll give you a better grade the kinkier it is. See you tomorrow.”
Luhan resumed breathing when his teacher left. He was confused. And hurt. But mostly confused. He didn’t know what was real and what had been special sexual behaviour.
He only knew he’d get himself a good grade this term.
I'm fine and stuff
Title: Grade A
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai/Luhan [EXO]
Warnings: Teacher/Student AU [underaged, etc.], dub-con, dirty talk
Summary: Luhan had failed his test again. But he needed to pass this class. So badly.
Wordcount: 3106
(for my tia, i love you ♥)
[In my head, Jongin is about 28 and Luhan is around 17. Artistic freedom ‘n shit.]
Grade A
Luhan was close to tears. He had failed his test. Again. And his teacher had asked him to stay after class. He was being chucked off school, he knew it. He was failing the most important class, but he really couldn’t get the grasp of Korean literature and the analysis of it. He had tried his best, but his parents couldn’t afford after school tuition and he could only teach himself so much.
Now he was reduced to sit trembling in his seat, wishing to any God that was willing to hear him out that he was allowed to stay, allowed to maybe do some work for extra credit. He couldn’t let his parents down on this, he was their only hope. He needed to pass this class.
Thinking about how to beg his way out of being expelled, the class came to an aprubt end. Luhan stayed seated just like his teacher had told him to. Teacher Kim was carefully packing his things away, before he called him out, asking him to come to his desk.
Luhan moved slowly, his lips trembling and tears already forming in his eyes. It wasn’t the best way to go about this, but he had no other choice. He was bad with lying, so he needed to beg for it and hope that his teacher was kind enough.
“Luhan. You are aware that I’m not best pleased with your test.” His teacher was sitting on the other side of the desk Luhan was standing in front of. He looked at his feet and started rambling immediatly.
“I just can’t get my head around the analysis and writing Korean is so hard, Teacher I try my best everytime, but, but, it’s hard for me, because I only speak Korean in school and I can’t afford tuition, Teacher please don’t fail me, please” Luhan was positivly panting now with the strength to hold his tears back. He looked up to see his Teacher staring at him.
“And how do you think should I NOT fail you? If you come up with one good argument, I may reconsider your grade.”
Luhan’s heart dropped. The teacher had already failed him. He had already put his grade down. He would be ended when he came back home.
“No, no, please teacher I’ll do anything, don’t fail me, my parents will never forgive me, I’m a hardworking student, I’ll do anything for extra credit!! I can’t fail this class, not so close to the end, please teacher, anything!” He was aware that his voice was absolutly pathetic, but he didn’t know what else to do.
“Anything for extra credit, Luhan? Are you sure?” Luhan frowned at the smile his teacher was throwing his way. “Absolutly, sir. Anything, anything is fine!” The smile turned into a smirk.
“Come round the desk Luhan. Stand in front of me, let me see you.” Confused with the sudden command, Luhan moved. He was in no position to object, he’d do everything to pass class and not be killed by his parents.
Standing in front of Teacher Kim, Luhan was suddenly nervous. His teacher was not old like the rest of his teachers, he had just graduated from university and he was beautiful which everyone, girls and boys, saw and leered at. Some more vocal (girls) and some more ashamed (boys).
Luhan had always thought that Teacher Kim had known that he had this effect on people since no student was doing a very good job at hiding it and being the only teacher under 30 usually was a tell-tale sign too.
“Do you know my first name, Luhan?”
Luhan frowned at the question. He had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be a very normal assignment. “Was it not… Jongin, sir?” He answered, careful to show respect and not upset his teacher. He had only told them his first name once, but the crazy girl students that wrote crazy fiction about them and their teacher knew it all too well and used it often.
“That is correct. I want you to remember my name well. I want you to call me like that when no one else is around. But you will still address me as Sir. Do you understand, Luhan?” Jongin was staring at him intensly, waiting for a response. Luhan nodded hastily, again wanting to prevent any upsetting. He couldn’t allow that to happen now.
His teacher stood, walking to the door and locking it. He walked to the windows and pulled the curtains closed. There was still enough light to see everything clearly though since Jongin left the last window bare.
Luhan was shifting from foot to foot. He really didn’t want to do anything illegal. He had enough of that in China. Every third man asking him to smuggle something to somewhere for some amount of money and he was ashamed to say that he had accepted the easy money often when his parents couldn’t afford to buy him new clothes or shoes. His parents had never asked. But he had enough of that. What if his teacher asked him to… He couldn’t very well say no, right? Luhan breath picked up in his distress. He was close to tears again, panicking.
His teacher sat in his chair again and looked Luhan once over. “Relax. There will not be pain involved. Not much anyway. Not if you want me to.”
That didn’t calm Luhan the slightest and instead he watched with wide eyes as Jongin patted his knee impatiently. “Get on the floor Luhan.”
Luhan didn’t move an inch.
“I thought you wanted a good grade? Grade A, so your parents will be pleased? It’s very easy, Luhan. Get on your knees and be a good kid and do as you are told.” Jongin was looking very calm and Luhan couldn’t help but feel some of his panic rushing out of him. He was insane, he was really insane, is what Luhan thought when he got down to his knees.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it. Luhan, I want you to remember what my name is and what you are supposed to say anyway. Can you tell me?” Luhan nodded eagerly. “I am to call you Jongin, sir.” Jongin smiled pleased and petted Luhan’s hair which felt equally weird and nice. “Very good. You are such a smart kid, aren’t you? I know you are, Luhan.” Luhan smiled at the warm feeling of the praise he was receiving. This wasn’t going too bad, right. Maybe he’d come off lightly with a good grade.
“You are so smart, you surely know the rules to this game, don’t you?” Luhan looked up, confused again. What game?
Before he could ask though, his teacher continued. “If I let you do this, you must swear to be silent. You know that right? It’s for your own good, Luhan, right? You don’t want your parents to be upset with you failing, right? So, there’s only one rule. You do as I tell you and you don’t breath a word to anyone. Do you understand, Luhan? I think you do, it’s not so hard for such a smart kid, right?” His teacher was still stroking through his hair and praising him and Luhan was not sure what he was just told and what of it pleased him and what of it upset him. “Nod if you understand.” He nodded at the request, even though he understood nothing. He was too proud to admit it though since his teacher thought him so smart. He would pick it up quickly enough.
“Very good Luhan, I’m so pleased with you.” Luhan smiled. The praise was addling his brain and he was feeling a bit distant. “I want you to listen very carefully now. Are you listening? Good. I don’t want you to move. You will not move, at all. It doesn’t matter what I do, you will not move. Do you understand? Answer me verbally.” Luhan needed a second to process the request and then whispered “Yes, sir.”
That seemed to please Jongin even more, his pleasant smile turning into a genuine smirk. It pleased Luhan as well.
Without saying anything more, Jongin took his hand out of Luhan’s hair and worked his trousers open. And then Luhan understood. And he panicked.
Before he could stand up and run though, his teacher had his hand back in his hair, not gently now but pulling forcefully. “What have I told you? You do not move, Luhan. I thought you understood. I thought you were well-behaved, Luhan!” Luhan swallowed thickly, unable to respond with the force of his breath ripping out of his lungs.
“It’s fine Luhan, I forgive you, it doesn’t matter anymore, okay? Don’t be upset, I’m not mad at you. It’s fine. Everything is fine, Luhan. You want your grade, don’t you? I know you do. And it will be so easy for you, because you’re so smart, Luhan. I only give this chance to you. You are my favourite, Luhan. Am I not your favourite?” The praise was doing things to his brains, he knows it. He just can’t deny the feeling of deep satisfaction that finally, finally someone noticed him and he was his favourite and he thought he was smart- “Of course, sir, you are my favourite”, he whispered brokenly.
“I understand you, Luhan. You don’t have it easy, I know it. But you should have it easy, because you are special. You are different. You deserve this. I’m making it easy for you. I’m giving you the opportunity to make everything better. Luhan, you are so smart, you will not let this chance pass, will you? I know you won’t. I know, because you are the smartest person I know. Now, this isn’t so hard. I bet you have seen it before. This is not difficult at all, Luhan and I’m so sure you can do it, for me and for you.”
Luhan was so lulled in already that he could only nod, suddenly feeling the complete opposite than before. He wanted this. His teacher wanted it and he needed it. He needed it and he could do it, his teacher knew. He trusted him to be able to do it.
“I can do it, sir. Let me do it.” Jongin cracked his neck and licked his lips. He didn’t move his hand away from Luhan’s hair and Luhan was grateful. It made him feel warm. His teacher fumbled with his trousers, before getting his half-hard cock out, doing nothing.
Luhan stared at it, the feelings of dread and and disgust coming back to him faintly, still held back by his teacher’s words.
“This will be so easy for you and you will do it so well, I know it already. Piece of cake. You look so beautiful, Luhan. Can you do this for me? I want you to do this for me.” There was this strange feeling in his gut again. The feeling to finally be wanted, that he was seen and noticed and wanted so badly. The hand in his hair pulled him closer to Jongin’s groin and he didn’t need another push. He settled on his knees and put his hands shyly around the erection in front of him.
His teacher hummed pleased and continued talking. “That feels so good already, Luhan, can you imagine how good it will be for me, if you put it in your mouth? It will make me feel so good Luhan, so good. And I want nothing more than that, do you hear? I want you to make me feel good, only you, Luhan. I want you to show me that you can do it, that what I think of you is right. That you are this special to me Luhan, that you will do this for me because I am special too. Can you do that? I think you can.”
Luhan didn’t even answer, the warm feeling in his guts turning hot and he put his mouth slowly around the tip of Jongin’s cock.
Jongin encouraged him throughout, never once stopping in his praise, with his noises, to show Luhan his appreciation and Luhan was feeling high. He was doing this, he was the one making his teacher feel so good. He was the only one.
“Luhan, Luhan, I knew it, you’re so good at this, hah, you’re doing so well, so well, you make me feel so good Luhan, don’t stop, come on, you can take more, I know it, I trust you Luhan, I trust you to make me feel like this, hhaa, yes!” Luhan was gagging around Jongin’s hard on, the teacher pushing his cock so deep inside that Luhan had problems breathing.
But it was fine. It was all fine, he was special, his teacher wanted him, only him.
“You’re so good, you’re so well behaved, Luhan. I bet you would let me fuck you if I talked long enough right? You’re so sweet, so little and pretty, desperate for affection, are you not? Desperate for feeling special, are you not you little slut?” Suddenly his teacher’s voice dropped into something more menacing. Something unpleasant. Luhan stopped moving, but his teacher was having none of it, forcing his head up and down still. He noticed his jaw hurt for the first time and the vile taste in his throat.
“Look at what you’re doing for a grade, did you really think I wanted you so much, god you’re more retarded than I thought. Look at you Luhan, look at what you’re doing. Doesn’t it turn you on? Are you not a disgusting little whore? On your knees for a good grade, are you? Shit, your parents would be so proud, Luhan!” He was desperatly trying to get free by now, pushing with his hands and trying to pull the hand in his hair away. Luhan was close to crying again. He remembered now. “You surely know the rules to this game, don’t you?” His teacher had said. A game.
“Stop fucking moving, you pathetic excuse of a man, you’ll take this, do you understand? You will take this and next time you whine about a grade, you will think about what you wish for first. Don’t you dare puke in my lap slut, do you hear? You don’t want to live through that too!” Luhan sobbed particularly loudly around the cock in his mouth, trying hard to surpress his retching and the gag reflex Jongin was abusing so harshly.
“Oh, now you’re feeling ashamed, are you? If I touched your cock right now, wouldn’t you be hard? Wouldn’t you want me to fuck you? Tell you sweet nothings? Wouldn’t you beg me again? Crying now, but you were begging for it, Luhan. You want this. I know you do, I can see your hard-on. You like this, little damsel in distress, getting his mouth fucked roughly. Did you think I’m in love with you? That I want to do this more often? That I want to go steady with you? Because you’re so special? Hah! You’re only specially retarded, if any. But I won’t deny that your mouth is special, it feels delicious around my dick, Luhan. You are getting your good grade for this. You have done well.” Jongin’s voice was cold as ice, slicing through Luhan like a sword, leaving him bleeding and hurting. He wanted nothing more than to die on the spot. He had never felt so abused in his life and his parents beat him regurlarly. But this was different, this was so much worse.
“Pull off, you shit. Let me look at you.” His hair was yanked and he yelled lowly, looking at his teacher with tear-ridden eyes.
“Tell me now, Luhan. Do you still want to do anything for a good grade? Is this better than being disgraced by your family?” Luhan shook his head harshly, sobbing. Nothing was worse than this.
“Why do you lie to yourself so much?” His teacher was touching himself with his free hand, the other still painfully clenched in Luhan’s hair. “I know you like this. You like it even better than me sweet-talking you. Don’t you? You feel so little, but someone cares enough about you to swear at you. To make you feel little, not in a disappointed way, but angry. I am angry at you for lying to yourself, Luhan. Look at me.” Luhan was forced to look at his teacher whose eyes were so cold that Luhan was startled. This man was capable of many things and suddenly Luhan feared for more than his dignity. He feared for his life.
He opened his mouth to sob again, panicked to the end of his wits, he couldn’t say a word even if it saved his life, but then Jongin grunted, yanked at his hair again and came over his face.
He didn’t move for a long time, trembling in fear and panting loudly, because he didn’t seem to be able to breath properly. His teacher was looking at him, smiling lazyly and let go of his hair. As if on cue, Luhan scrambled as far away from his teacher as he could, settling against the nearest wall, holding onto it like it was his life.
His teacher casually buttoned himself up again, rightened his clothes and stood grabbing his bag. Luhan was crying. He couldn’t stop himself. It was his own fault. He let himself be talked into this. He had wanted the grade so badly.
Luhan only noticed his teacher standing in front of him when the man leaned down to wipe his face with a tissue. He cleaned Luhan’s face from his come and Luhan’s tears and threw the tissue away. Then he leaned down further and looked into Luhan’s eyes with his incredibly icey ones.
“Don’t be so harsh on yourself. I enjoyed this. You shouldn’t be ashamed of wanting something like this. It’s just sex. For tomorrow please bring your scrapbook. We’ll stop with Korean literature and do some creative writing. I hope you’ll find this topic to be to your liking. You can always write some of those cute stories the girl students write about me and them. I especially like the sexual ones and here’s a tip: I’ll give you a better grade the kinkier it is. See you tomorrow.”
Luhan resumed breathing when his teacher left. He was confused. And hurt. But mostly confused. He didn’t know what was real and what had been special sexual behaviour.
He only knew he’d get himself a good grade this term.