Mr. Lee [1/2]
Title: Mr. Lee [1/2]
Pairing: U-Bomb
Rating: NC-17
WC: 3,698
Summary: Yukwon's a hormonal teenage boy and really wants to get his hands in his world history teacher's khakis.
The sharp slap of a wooden yardstick against his desk made Yukwon awake with a jolt (and a small shriek). His droopy eyes fluttered open as he wiped the spit off his cheek with the back of his hand. Mr. Lee had his arms crossed over broad chest, the yardstick twirling between his fingers, and Yukwon peered up at his World History teacher, feigning innocence. He really couldn’t afford another detention slip, his mom was threatening to meet-up with his teachers after the third time he improv-ed a believable story about how his teachers were discriminating against him. Because he was sure his mother wouldn’t be too happy with, “The reason I got another slip is because I threw my pizza at Park Kyung’s head.”
Mr. Lee was that young, cool teacher that everyone liked, that teacher that’s always making witty remarks, that teacher that would probably be fired if a student reported half the things he’s said, but nobody ever will because it’s Mr. Lee, come on. Not only did he have that I’m-an-intellectual-but-I-can-also-make-you-piss-yourself-laughing vibe about him, but damn… Yukwon never had a teacher fantasy until he took his class. His eyes were always greedy, always looking forward to soak up the shirt Mr. Lee picked out that would accentuate his arms, or the pair of pants that would hug those shapely, glorious thighs and make Yukwon’s palms go sweaty at just the thought of that delicious ass spilling into his hands. And casual-Fridays, oh God casual-Fridays, when Mr. Lee would clad himself in tight jeans and a t-shirt that would always reveal a perfectly defined stomach every time he’d lift his arms over his head, barring a dark happy-trail that Yukwon wouldn’t mind following with his tongue. The student was constantly catching himself picturing a post-sex Mr. Lee, exhausted and labored breathing, black hair that’s usually styled, mused and plastered to his forehead with sweat, glistening sun-kissed skin, neck marked up with love-bites, and abused, juicy lips to top it all off. As a result, a trip to the restroom was necessary, Mr. Lee giving him this glowing smile like he fucking knew as he handed him off the hall pass. To which the student’s reddening cheeks would only flush darker, and he’d duck his head as he hurriedly shuffled out of the classroom.
In conclusion, Mr. Lee was a laid-back kind of guy who was the definition of sex, so when the slap of the ruler echoed throughout the quiet classroom and interrupted Yukwon’s slumber, a detention slip was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he found himself wondering what else that yardstick could be used for. A few snickers were heard throughout the classroom, but Mr. Lee was quick to silence them with a sharp glare and direct their attention back on the book work he assigned. Yukwon continued peering up at the teacher through the bottom of his eyelashes, jutting his lower lip out in a pout almost comically. Mr. Lee stared back at him intently before he let out a deep sigh, leaning forward with his elbows on Yukwon’s desk, their faces only inches apart. His low voice reverberated underneath the student’s skin, raking a hopefully unnoticed shiver down his spine as the teacher whispered, “Now what can I do to keep you from falling asleep…” Yukwon’s thoughts automatically overflowed with many suggestions that he would keep to himself. “Have you not been getting enough rest? This is the second time this week you’ve fallen asleep during my class,” Mr. Lee continued quietly so no one else could hear, but Yukwon was having a hard time comprehending because all he could focus on was that hot breath fanning over his face. “Yah, Kim Yukwon. Answer me.”
“Oh, um. Well, no… actually. No, I haven’t been getting…” he swallowed the buildup of saliva pooling in his mouth, trying to pry his eyes off those cherry lips because he knew he was eyeing them like they were something to eat. “…I haven’t been sleeping well, no.” Wow, real smooth.
“Is there a reason?” Mr. Lee questioned, seeming genuinely concerned.
He swallowed again, shifting nervously under the gaze of those chocolate pools. “I’ve just been… stressed. I guess.” Truthfully, Yukwon hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep, but not because of stress. He’d wake up in the middle of the night a panting mess, his forehead drenched with sweat, and an apparent problem in his pajama bottoms that couldn’t go unnoticed if he wanted to go back to sleep. All thanks to his world history teacher.
Mr. Lee nodded his head understandably. “What, is it school, or?”
“Yeah… school. I didn’t do so hot on my last quiz in this class, and if my grade goes down anymore, my mom’s not gonna be too happy.” That was actually believable.
“Ah…” he gave Yukwon’s hand a reassuring pat, a gesture that shouldn’t have made his heart falter but did. “Well, hey, if you want, I do private tutoring. And world history is kind of my specialty, so if you want to bring your grade up…”
Private tutoring. Private. Private.
Before Yukwon could even think of what to say, words were spilling out of his mouth. “Oh, yeah, that’d be good. Private tutoring would be good.” He nodded his head a little too vigorously.
A grin spread across Mr. Lee’s lips. “Great. After class we’ll work it out, okay?”
Yukwon returned the smile a little shakily. “Alright. Thanks, Mr. Lee.”
--
It was a Friday afternoon and Yukwon was rushing around the house doing last minute cleaning. His room was a wreck with dirty dishes and clothes strewn across the floor, and today was the scheduled date for his private tutoring. He insisted the lesson take place at his house because Mr. Lee’s room after school just “gave him anxiety”, so this way, it was “a better learning environment.” What did Yukwon have planned anyway? It’s not like he could pull a move on his teacher. What kind of sick thinking was that? He was pretty sure the majority of his class had his same thoughts, so he didn’t ponder on it much longer.
He was sweeping up the kitchen door when a sharp rapping on the front door made him jump and drop his broom. He heaved a sigh to calm his nerves and placed the broom back in the hall closet, then went to greet his guest, a little more jittery than usual. Like he expected, Mr. Lee was waiting on the porch with text books in hand, a smile plastered on his face.
“Hey! Ready to start?” He asked excitedly and Yukwon found it endearing.
“Yeah, I was just cleaning up.” He gestured for the teacher to step inside, closing the door once he entered.
Mr. Lee’s eyes darted around the room. “Where are your parents?”
“Oh, only me and my mom live here. She’s just out getting groceries; she should be getting back soon…” Lie. She was at work and wouldn’t be home for hours.
Yukwon took notice to the way Mr. Lee’s Adam’s-Apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Oh. Um. Then if you’re not comfortable with this, we can just drive over to the public library. We can do our lesson there, no big deal.”
Yukwon beamed innocently, tilting his head to the side as he wondered, “Why would I be uncomfortable?” But he knew exactly what Mr. Lee was thinking, and he would be lying if he said Mr. Lee having these impure thoughts didn’t turn him on just a little.
The teacher cleared his throat. “Alright, then. Where do you wanna settle down?”
“How about my room?” Yukwon waited for Mr. Lee’s reaction, grinning inwardly when he seen the evident discomfort wash over his features.
He was hesitant before replying, “…Okay. That works.”
Yukwon beamed as he motioned for the teacher to follow him down the hall, opening the door to his bedroom and leading him inside. He swung the door shut and he could’ve sworn Mr. Lee jumped a little when it clicked. The student strutted over to his bed, clad in grey and white striped blankets, and plopped down on the mattress, crossing his legs and locking his elbows behind him. He patted the spot next to him as an invitation. The teacher, of course, declined by shaking his head as he pulled out Yukwon’s computer desk chair, wheeling over to where he sat directly in front of the younger.
“I brought an extra book just in case you didn’t bring yours,” he murmured as he handed over the text book, obviously not feeling very in his element, and Yukwon found it amusing how the tables have turned.
He hummed his thanks, turning to page 651 like he was then instructed. Mr. Lee began reading out of the book, stopping every few seconds to make a remark or to explain the words read to Yukwon in his own fashion so the student could interpret it. Yukwon felt a little guilty, feeling as though he should actually be paying attention. The teacher took time out of his Friday afternoon to give Yukwon, a struggling student, all his efforts in a private lesson. He was giving Yukwon his undivided attention in hopes of bringing his grade up; He was really giving it his all. But still, Yukwon found himself falling out of concentration, thanking the creation of V-necks as his hooded eyes trailed a steamy path over that exposed defined chest. He gulped, eyes dragging over those thick, denim clad thighs, and Mr. Lee had a habit of rubbing them whenever he felt nervous. He let out a drawn out, longing sigh…
“Are you following me?” the teacher asked then, his tone laced with skepticism.
Yukwon’s eyes snapped up to meet Mr. Lee’s own, and he stuttered before spilling out, “Uh. Yeah. I got it.”
“Yukwon, we’re not even on that page anymore.”
His face flushed the shade of a cherry. “Well… Well, I mean, I was mostly just listening to you, not really reading the text, you know…”
“Yeah, I know. Just please pay attention, okay?”
“Yes, sir…”
The teacher let out an exhausted sigh and Yukwon felt another pang of guilt sock him in the gut. But then, a few sentences later, he found himself eyeing those pair of lips. That rosy, juicy, delicious mouth that enunciated each word perfectly. And every few minutes, his tongue would drag across his lower lip, wetting it before continuing with the lesson. His velvet, crisp voice was traveling through the air, but Yukwon couldn’t register anything he was saying, he just knew he really liked the sound of it. He continued staring at that luscious mouth, imagining what it’d feel like lapping at his neck, kissing down his stomach, maybe even wrapping around his hard, throbbing cock… and now Mr. Lee was asking him a question but fuck, Yukwon’s mouth was too dry to respond.
“Kim Yukwon, this is getting redic-“ But he didn’t get to finish his sentence because Yukwon had jolted forward, and sealed off his lips with his own. Mr. Lee made a sound in the back of his throat, probably out of utter shock, as he wheeled backwards.
“Yukwon…” he mumbled then, his eyes glued to the floor.
The sound of the student’s name stayed suspended, hanging in the frozen air.
Yukwon’s heart was pounding in his ears, adrenaline and need was pumping through his veins at the taste of the teacher still lingering on his lips. He needed more. His chest was heaving as he struggled for air, eyeing Mr. Lee with black engulfed eyed, glowering at him like he was his prey. Mr. Lee’s mind was turning gears, still trying to register what just happened. He didn’t notice that the student had made his way down from the bed to the floor, and was now on his hands and knees. Yukwon crawled over to the older, slithering his way between his legs, the palms of his hands sliding up those thighs that he always dreamt about touching. Mr. Lee jumped, sucking in a shark breath at the contact. He needed him to stop, had to stop. This was illegal. But the words dangled at the tip of his tongue.
Yukwon’s hands were now cupping the teacher’s face and their gazes immediately locked. Yukwon’s eyes, peering up at him from his spot on his knees, were filled with such lust and passion and need and everything in between, everything that made Mr. Lee tremble with how nervous he was if someone caught them right now, him not doing a thing to stop this.
The student closed the gap between them, silencing Mr. Lee’s thoughts as he molded their lips back together. And this shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did, and Mr. Lee hated that. Yukwon’s fingers found their way laced and entangled in those black, glossy strands of hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling at them eagerly, demanding the teacher’s lips to move against his. Little whimpers he couldn’t help were emitting from him as he tried so desperately to press his body as close to Mr. Lee’s as it could get at this angle. He needed to feel every inch of him. Yukwon pulled away from the still kiss to gasp for air, his eyes flickering back and forth as they searched Mr. Lee’s, searched for anything, and those ebony pools stared right back. It was so hard to read but Yukwon still attacked his mouth nonetheless, his tongue lapping at the older’s bottom lip, pleading entry. To his surprise, those lips parted and their tongues slid together sensually, Mr. Lee swallowing the tiny moans Yukwon couldn’t fight back because damn, he tasted even better than in his dreams. The student’s skin was prickled with goosebumps when Mr. Lee’s hands gripped on to his hips, rubbing little circles over the fabric of his T-shirt that had Yukwon going crazy. It was all too much and he hadn’t even begun.
Yukwon pulled away for the second time, every fiber of his body tingling, needing some sort of friction. He felt a sense of pride over Mr. Lee’s swollen, abused lips, and a stone of arousal settled into the pit of his stomach.
“Minhyuk…” he whispered then, almost sort of a plea. A plea of what, he wasn’t sure.
Mr. Lee’s eyes widened at the use of his name, his grip on the younger boy’s hips tightening as a growl ripped through his throat. Now he was standing with Yukwon’s legs on either side of him, his hands gripping the underside of his thighs to keep him suspended. Yukwon yelped in surprise at being lifted so effortlessly, letting little whines of pleasure slip passed his lips as Mr. Lee pressed his hot lips against his neck, nipping and biting at the flesh, then soothing it with his tongue. It felt so nice. Yukwon was dumped on to his bed in a matter of seconds, the teacher now straddling his hips as he continued massaging his neck with his tongue. It sent pleasure rippling through him, sending more arousal to settle in his stomach.
“Do you need me?” Mr. Lee panted, his tone laced with so much arousal. “I can make you so hard…”
Mr. Lee’s deep voice and words sent shiver after shiver raking down Yukwon’s spine, his jeans growing unbearably tight and he whimpered as he bucked up his hips, looking for some sort of friction to relieve the pressure. Mr. Lee’s hands slithered their way up the younger’s shirt, palms smoothing over his abdomen and making his stomach cave in. Soon enough, his shirt was discarded to the floor. Yukwon let his eyes flutter close as Mr. Lee trailed hot kisses down his chest, licking further down to his naval. The atmosphere was growing more and more thick, and Yukwon was struggling to catch his breath as Mr. Lee fumbled with his pants zipper. His jeans were quick to join the abandoned shirt and he flushed in embarrassment at being so exposed. His boxer-briefs did nothing to hide his growing erection, and as Mr. Lee ground his hips down on him, he couldn’t help but arch his back and cry out in pleasure. The teacher continued rolling his hips at a painfully slow pace, raw ecstasy coursing through Yukwon’s veins.
“Feel alright?” Mr. Lee asked as he continued rubbing his crotch against the younger boy, and Yukwon nodded his head vigorously, pushing his hips up for more contact.
“Minhyuk-ah…” he whispered and he knew Mr. Lee had a weak spot for when he used his name because he grinded down particularly hard when the syllables left his mouth, and now his hands were tugging at Yukwon’s underwear, pulling them half-way down his thighs before kneeling between his legs. Yukwon’s erection was red, it was pulsing, and it only made him squirm and whine as Mr. Lee’s teasing hot breath ghosted over the tip. He could tell that the teacher wouldn’t be one to give in to his needs so easily, and he noted inwardly that he was right as Mr. Lee nuzzled his face into Yukwon’s inner thigh before sinking his teeth into the flesh. Yukwon whimpered and unconsciously pushed his hips up as the older soothed the spot with his tongue, slowly and painfully inching his way up to his object of desire. Yukwon was panting, sweat prickling his forehead and he squeezed his eyes shut tight, fisting the bed sheets with white knuckles as Mr. Lee’s tongue flattened itself against the base of his cock. He licked a stripe up to the head, and then circled the tip, dipping his tongue into the slit before wrapping his lips around it. Yukwon couldn’t help the long, drawn out groan that echoed in his room as Mr. Lee leisurely took in more of the boy’s throbbing erection, letting his tongue slide against the underside in languid strokes. He was reduced to a moaning mess, writhing as raw pleasure coursed through his stream. Mr. Lee had to grip on to Yukwon’s hips to keep him from squirming because he felt like this was too much, he couldn’t take this pure bliss and he needed to get away. Mr. Lee was bobbing his head up and down now, listening intently to the groans and whimpers of appreciation the boy emitted. This had to be his first blow job, probably his first sexual encounter, and Mr. Lee was glad he was able to make him feel this good. Of course there was an ocean of guilt waiting for him in the back of his mind, but right now, it was Yukwon. Yukwon filling his senses. His smell, his sounds, the feel of his skin, his taste. And that was all Mr. Lee could comprehend as his hands kneaded into those milky white thighs. He hummed around Yukwon’s cock, making the boy gasp and entangle his fingers in the mess of Mr. Lee’s black hair as the vibrations made his entire body tremble. Mr. Lee tried to fight back the smile that fought with his lips at the boy’s neediness, it was enduring, really, and he picked up speed, humming and bobbing and occasionally flicking his tongue against the head. It all had the boy quivering, whimpering, moaning, and Mr. Lee could tell he was already getting close. He gave a harsh suck to the head, peering up at the boy in hopes of meeting eyes, but Yukwon had his lids squeezed shut tight, the back his head embedding itself into his pillow as he pressed down hard. Mr. Lee was picking up the pace again, his tongue doing sinful things that had Yukwon writhing, tightening his grip on the older’s hair.
“Oh my, god… feels so good,” he panted, eyes opening only to roll in the back of his head as Mr. Lee dug his tongue into the slit for the second time.
Mr. Lee gave a harsh suck to the head, making Yukwon’s back arch off the bed as he cried out. Whimpering something about ‘needing to cum so bad.’ Mr. Lee was quick to oblige, bobbing his head and moaning around the flesh, all had the boy’s toes curling. He was thrusting into the wet cavern now, groaning every time the tip would prod the back of the teacher’s throat. With a deep thrust and drawn out moan, Yukwon spilled himself into Mr. Lee’s mouth, the syllables of his name bouncing off the walls of his room. Mr. Lee helped him ride out his orgasm, he swallowed the boy’s cum, slipping the cock out of his mouth with a sinful ‘pop’ before sluggishly jerking at the flesh. The boy’s back never touched the bed as he was milked dry, whimpers leaking out of his mouth. Finally, he let out a content sigh before he flattened himself against the bed, satisfied. His breathing was still labored and he was on the brink of falling asleep out of being completely exhausted, when the bed creaked as Mr. Lee stood up. Yukwon sat up then, peering over at his teacher with a confused look.
“Wha-“
The teacher was standing there, with a blank expression, his eyes narrowed straight ahead. He ran his fingers through his sticky hair, as he breathed out a sigh, realization crashing over him.
“I’m so sorry,” the words rushed out of his mouth. “I’m a teacher. I’m a professional. You... you’re a student. This never should have happened.” He opened up the bedroom door, standing in the frame as he built up the courage to look Yukwon in the eye. “Please don’t tell anyone what took place today. If money is what it takes, I’ll give it to you. Just please don’t cost me my job. I’m so sorry.”
Yukwon’s mouth was agape as Mr. Lee’s footsteps were heard padding on the carpet down the hall, the front door opening and slamming shut. The student watched from between the blinds of his window as the car in the driveway started up, the engine revving and screeching as Mr. Lee speeded down the street, a cloud of dust left in his remembrance.
Pairing: U-Bomb
Rating: NC-17
WC: 3,698
Summary: Yukwon's a hormonal teenage boy and really wants to get his hands in his world history teacher's khakis.
The sharp slap of a wooden yardstick against his desk made Yukwon awake with a jolt (and a small shriek). His droopy eyes fluttered open as he wiped the spit off his cheek with the back of his hand. Mr. Lee had his arms crossed over broad chest, the yardstick twirling between his fingers, and Yukwon peered up at his World History teacher, feigning innocence. He really couldn’t afford another detention slip, his mom was threatening to meet-up with his teachers after the third time he improv-ed a believable story about how his teachers were discriminating against him. Because he was sure his mother wouldn’t be too happy with, “The reason I got another slip is because I threw my pizza at Park Kyung’s head.”
Mr. Lee was that young, cool teacher that everyone liked, that teacher that’s always making witty remarks, that teacher that would probably be fired if a student reported half the things he’s said, but nobody ever will because it’s Mr. Lee, come on. Not only did he have that I’m-an-intellectual-but-I-can-also-make-you-piss-yourself-laughing vibe about him, but damn… Yukwon never had a teacher fantasy until he took his class. His eyes were always greedy, always looking forward to soak up the shirt Mr. Lee picked out that would accentuate his arms, or the pair of pants that would hug those shapely, glorious thighs and make Yukwon’s palms go sweaty at just the thought of that delicious ass spilling into his hands. And casual-Fridays, oh God casual-Fridays, when Mr. Lee would clad himself in tight jeans and a t-shirt that would always reveal a perfectly defined stomach every time he’d lift his arms over his head, barring a dark happy-trail that Yukwon wouldn’t mind following with his tongue. The student was constantly catching himself picturing a post-sex Mr. Lee, exhausted and labored breathing, black hair that’s usually styled, mused and plastered to his forehead with sweat, glistening sun-kissed skin, neck marked up with love-bites, and abused, juicy lips to top it all off. As a result, a trip to the restroom was necessary, Mr. Lee giving him this glowing smile like he fucking knew as he handed him off the hall pass. To which the student’s reddening cheeks would only flush darker, and he’d duck his head as he hurriedly shuffled out of the classroom.
In conclusion, Mr. Lee was a laid-back kind of guy who was the definition of sex, so when the slap of the ruler echoed throughout the quiet classroom and interrupted Yukwon’s slumber, a detention slip was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he found himself wondering what else that yardstick could be used for. A few snickers were heard throughout the classroom, but Mr. Lee was quick to silence them with a sharp glare and direct their attention back on the book work he assigned. Yukwon continued peering up at the teacher through the bottom of his eyelashes, jutting his lower lip out in a pout almost comically. Mr. Lee stared back at him intently before he let out a deep sigh, leaning forward with his elbows on Yukwon’s desk, their faces only inches apart. His low voice reverberated underneath the student’s skin, raking a hopefully unnoticed shiver down his spine as the teacher whispered, “Now what can I do to keep you from falling asleep…” Yukwon’s thoughts automatically overflowed with many suggestions that he would keep to himself. “Have you not been getting enough rest? This is the second time this week you’ve fallen asleep during my class,” Mr. Lee continued quietly so no one else could hear, but Yukwon was having a hard time comprehending because all he could focus on was that hot breath fanning over his face. “Yah, Kim Yukwon. Answer me.”
“Oh, um. Well, no… actually. No, I haven’t been getting…” he swallowed the buildup of saliva pooling in his mouth, trying to pry his eyes off those cherry lips because he knew he was eyeing them like they were something to eat. “…I haven’t been sleeping well, no.” Wow, real smooth.
“Is there a reason?” Mr. Lee questioned, seeming genuinely concerned.
He swallowed again, shifting nervously under the gaze of those chocolate pools. “I’ve just been… stressed. I guess.” Truthfully, Yukwon hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep, but not because of stress. He’d wake up in the middle of the night a panting mess, his forehead drenched with sweat, and an apparent problem in his pajama bottoms that couldn’t go unnoticed if he wanted to go back to sleep. All thanks to his world history teacher.
Mr. Lee nodded his head understandably. “What, is it school, or?”
“Yeah… school. I didn’t do so hot on my last quiz in this class, and if my grade goes down anymore, my mom’s not gonna be too happy.” That was actually believable.
“Ah…” he gave Yukwon’s hand a reassuring pat, a gesture that shouldn’t have made his heart falter but did. “Well, hey, if you want, I do private tutoring. And world history is kind of my specialty, so if you want to bring your grade up…”
Private tutoring. Private. Private.
Before Yukwon could even think of what to say, words were spilling out of his mouth. “Oh, yeah, that’d be good. Private tutoring would be good.” He nodded his head a little too vigorously.
A grin spread across Mr. Lee’s lips. “Great. After class we’ll work it out, okay?”
Yukwon returned the smile a little shakily. “Alright. Thanks, Mr. Lee.”
--
It was a Friday afternoon and Yukwon was rushing around the house doing last minute cleaning. His room was a wreck with dirty dishes and clothes strewn across the floor, and today was the scheduled date for his private tutoring. He insisted the lesson take place at his house because Mr. Lee’s room after school just “gave him anxiety”, so this way, it was “a better learning environment.” What did Yukwon have planned anyway? It’s not like he could pull a move on his teacher. What kind of sick thinking was that? He was pretty sure the majority of his class had his same thoughts, so he didn’t ponder on it much longer.
He was sweeping up the kitchen door when a sharp rapping on the front door made him jump and drop his broom. He heaved a sigh to calm his nerves and placed the broom back in the hall closet, then went to greet his guest, a little more jittery than usual. Like he expected, Mr. Lee was waiting on the porch with text books in hand, a smile plastered on his face.
“Hey! Ready to start?” He asked excitedly and Yukwon found it endearing.
“Yeah, I was just cleaning up.” He gestured for the teacher to step inside, closing the door once he entered.
Mr. Lee’s eyes darted around the room. “Where are your parents?”
“Oh, only me and my mom live here. She’s just out getting groceries; she should be getting back soon…” Lie. She was at work and wouldn’t be home for hours.
Yukwon took notice to the way Mr. Lee’s Adam’s-Apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Oh. Um. Then if you’re not comfortable with this, we can just drive over to the public library. We can do our lesson there, no big deal.”
Yukwon beamed innocently, tilting his head to the side as he wondered, “Why would I be uncomfortable?” But he knew exactly what Mr. Lee was thinking, and he would be lying if he said Mr. Lee having these impure thoughts didn’t turn him on just a little.
The teacher cleared his throat. “Alright, then. Where do you wanna settle down?”
“How about my room?” Yukwon waited for Mr. Lee’s reaction, grinning inwardly when he seen the evident discomfort wash over his features.
He was hesitant before replying, “…Okay. That works.”
Yukwon beamed as he motioned for the teacher to follow him down the hall, opening the door to his bedroom and leading him inside. He swung the door shut and he could’ve sworn Mr. Lee jumped a little when it clicked. The student strutted over to his bed, clad in grey and white striped blankets, and plopped down on the mattress, crossing his legs and locking his elbows behind him. He patted the spot next to him as an invitation. The teacher, of course, declined by shaking his head as he pulled out Yukwon’s computer desk chair, wheeling over to where he sat directly in front of the younger.
“I brought an extra book just in case you didn’t bring yours,” he murmured as he handed over the text book, obviously not feeling very in his element, and Yukwon found it amusing how the tables have turned.
He hummed his thanks, turning to page 651 like he was then instructed. Mr. Lee began reading out of the book, stopping every few seconds to make a remark or to explain the words read to Yukwon in his own fashion so the student could interpret it. Yukwon felt a little guilty, feeling as though he should actually be paying attention. The teacher took time out of his Friday afternoon to give Yukwon, a struggling student, all his efforts in a private lesson. He was giving Yukwon his undivided attention in hopes of bringing his grade up; He was really giving it his all. But still, Yukwon found himself falling out of concentration, thanking the creation of V-necks as his hooded eyes trailed a steamy path over that exposed defined chest. He gulped, eyes dragging over those thick, denim clad thighs, and Mr. Lee had a habit of rubbing them whenever he felt nervous. He let out a drawn out, longing sigh…
“Are you following me?” the teacher asked then, his tone laced with skepticism.
Yukwon’s eyes snapped up to meet Mr. Lee’s own, and he stuttered before spilling out, “Uh. Yeah. I got it.”
“Yukwon, we’re not even on that page anymore.”
His face flushed the shade of a cherry. “Well… Well, I mean, I was mostly just listening to you, not really reading the text, you know…”
“Yeah, I know. Just please pay attention, okay?”
“Yes, sir…”
The teacher let out an exhausted sigh and Yukwon felt another pang of guilt sock him in the gut. But then, a few sentences later, he found himself eyeing those pair of lips. That rosy, juicy, delicious mouth that enunciated each word perfectly. And every few minutes, his tongue would drag across his lower lip, wetting it before continuing with the lesson. His velvet, crisp voice was traveling through the air, but Yukwon couldn’t register anything he was saying, he just knew he really liked the sound of it. He continued staring at that luscious mouth, imagining what it’d feel like lapping at his neck, kissing down his stomach, maybe even wrapping around his hard, throbbing cock… and now Mr. Lee was asking him a question but fuck, Yukwon’s mouth was too dry to respond.
“Kim Yukwon, this is getting redic-“ But he didn’t get to finish his sentence because Yukwon had jolted forward, and sealed off his lips with his own. Mr. Lee made a sound in the back of his throat, probably out of utter shock, as he wheeled backwards.
“Yukwon…” he mumbled then, his eyes glued to the floor.
The sound of the student’s name stayed suspended, hanging in the frozen air.
Yukwon’s heart was pounding in his ears, adrenaline and need was pumping through his veins at the taste of the teacher still lingering on his lips. He needed more. His chest was heaving as he struggled for air, eyeing Mr. Lee with black engulfed eyed, glowering at him like he was his prey. Mr. Lee’s mind was turning gears, still trying to register what just happened. He didn’t notice that the student had made his way down from the bed to the floor, and was now on his hands and knees. Yukwon crawled over to the older, slithering his way between his legs, the palms of his hands sliding up those thighs that he always dreamt about touching. Mr. Lee jumped, sucking in a shark breath at the contact. He needed him to stop, had to stop. This was illegal. But the words dangled at the tip of his tongue.
Yukwon’s hands were now cupping the teacher’s face and their gazes immediately locked. Yukwon’s eyes, peering up at him from his spot on his knees, were filled with such lust and passion and need and everything in between, everything that made Mr. Lee tremble with how nervous he was if someone caught them right now, him not doing a thing to stop this.
The student closed the gap between them, silencing Mr. Lee’s thoughts as he molded their lips back together. And this shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did, and Mr. Lee hated that. Yukwon’s fingers found their way laced and entangled in those black, glossy strands of hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling at them eagerly, demanding the teacher’s lips to move against his. Little whimpers he couldn’t help were emitting from him as he tried so desperately to press his body as close to Mr. Lee’s as it could get at this angle. He needed to feel every inch of him. Yukwon pulled away from the still kiss to gasp for air, his eyes flickering back and forth as they searched Mr. Lee’s, searched for anything, and those ebony pools stared right back. It was so hard to read but Yukwon still attacked his mouth nonetheless, his tongue lapping at the older’s bottom lip, pleading entry. To his surprise, those lips parted and their tongues slid together sensually, Mr. Lee swallowing the tiny moans Yukwon couldn’t fight back because damn, he tasted even better than in his dreams. The student’s skin was prickled with goosebumps when Mr. Lee’s hands gripped on to his hips, rubbing little circles over the fabric of his T-shirt that had Yukwon going crazy. It was all too much and he hadn’t even begun.
Yukwon pulled away for the second time, every fiber of his body tingling, needing some sort of friction. He felt a sense of pride over Mr. Lee’s swollen, abused lips, and a stone of arousal settled into the pit of his stomach.
“Minhyuk…” he whispered then, almost sort of a plea. A plea of what, he wasn’t sure.
Mr. Lee’s eyes widened at the use of his name, his grip on the younger boy’s hips tightening as a growl ripped through his throat. Now he was standing with Yukwon’s legs on either side of him, his hands gripping the underside of his thighs to keep him suspended. Yukwon yelped in surprise at being lifted so effortlessly, letting little whines of pleasure slip passed his lips as Mr. Lee pressed his hot lips against his neck, nipping and biting at the flesh, then soothing it with his tongue. It felt so nice. Yukwon was dumped on to his bed in a matter of seconds, the teacher now straddling his hips as he continued massaging his neck with his tongue. It sent pleasure rippling through him, sending more arousal to settle in his stomach.
“Do you need me?” Mr. Lee panted, his tone laced with so much arousal. “I can make you so hard…”
Mr. Lee’s deep voice and words sent shiver after shiver raking down Yukwon’s spine, his jeans growing unbearably tight and he whimpered as he bucked up his hips, looking for some sort of friction to relieve the pressure. Mr. Lee’s hands slithered their way up the younger’s shirt, palms smoothing over his abdomen and making his stomach cave in. Soon enough, his shirt was discarded to the floor. Yukwon let his eyes flutter close as Mr. Lee trailed hot kisses down his chest, licking further down to his naval. The atmosphere was growing more and more thick, and Yukwon was struggling to catch his breath as Mr. Lee fumbled with his pants zipper. His jeans were quick to join the abandoned shirt and he flushed in embarrassment at being so exposed. His boxer-briefs did nothing to hide his growing erection, and as Mr. Lee ground his hips down on him, he couldn’t help but arch his back and cry out in pleasure. The teacher continued rolling his hips at a painfully slow pace, raw ecstasy coursing through Yukwon’s veins.
“Feel alright?” Mr. Lee asked as he continued rubbing his crotch against the younger boy, and Yukwon nodded his head vigorously, pushing his hips up for more contact.
“Minhyuk-ah…” he whispered and he knew Mr. Lee had a weak spot for when he used his name because he grinded down particularly hard when the syllables left his mouth, and now his hands were tugging at Yukwon’s underwear, pulling them half-way down his thighs before kneeling between his legs. Yukwon’s erection was red, it was pulsing, and it only made him squirm and whine as Mr. Lee’s teasing hot breath ghosted over the tip. He could tell that the teacher wouldn’t be one to give in to his needs so easily, and he noted inwardly that he was right as Mr. Lee nuzzled his face into Yukwon’s inner thigh before sinking his teeth into the flesh. Yukwon whimpered and unconsciously pushed his hips up as the older soothed the spot with his tongue, slowly and painfully inching his way up to his object of desire. Yukwon was panting, sweat prickling his forehead and he squeezed his eyes shut tight, fisting the bed sheets with white knuckles as Mr. Lee’s tongue flattened itself against the base of his cock. He licked a stripe up to the head, and then circled the tip, dipping his tongue into the slit before wrapping his lips around it. Yukwon couldn’t help the long, drawn out groan that echoed in his room as Mr. Lee leisurely took in more of the boy’s throbbing erection, letting his tongue slide against the underside in languid strokes. He was reduced to a moaning mess, writhing as raw pleasure coursed through his stream. Mr. Lee had to grip on to Yukwon’s hips to keep him from squirming because he felt like this was too much, he couldn’t take this pure bliss and he needed to get away. Mr. Lee was bobbing his head up and down now, listening intently to the groans and whimpers of appreciation the boy emitted. This had to be his first blow job, probably his first sexual encounter, and Mr. Lee was glad he was able to make him feel this good. Of course there was an ocean of guilt waiting for him in the back of his mind, but right now, it was Yukwon. Yukwon filling his senses. His smell, his sounds, the feel of his skin, his taste. And that was all Mr. Lee could comprehend as his hands kneaded into those milky white thighs. He hummed around Yukwon’s cock, making the boy gasp and entangle his fingers in the mess of Mr. Lee’s black hair as the vibrations made his entire body tremble. Mr. Lee tried to fight back the smile that fought with his lips at the boy’s neediness, it was enduring, really, and he picked up speed, humming and bobbing and occasionally flicking his tongue against the head. It all had the boy quivering, whimpering, moaning, and Mr. Lee could tell he was already getting close. He gave a harsh suck to the head, peering up at the boy in hopes of meeting eyes, but Yukwon had his lids squeezed shut tight, the back his head embedding itself into his pillow as he pressed down hard. Mr. Lee was picking up the pace again, his tongue doing sinful things that had Yukwon writhing, tightening his grip on the older’s hair.
“Oh my, god… feels so good,” he panted, eyes opening only to roll in the back of his head as Mr. Lee dug his tongue into the slit for the second time.
Mr. Lee gave a harsh suck to the head, making Yukwon’s back arch off the bed as he cried out. Whimpering something about ‘needing to cum so bad.’ Mr. Lee was quick to oblige, bobbing his head and moaning around the flesh, all had the boy’s toes curling. He was thrusting into the wet cavern now, groaning every time the tip would prod the back of the teacher’s throat. With a deep thrust and drawn out moan, Yukwon spilled himself into Mr. Lee’s mouth, the syllables of his name bouncing off the walls of his room. Mr. Lee helped him ride out his orgasm, he swallowed the boy’s cum, slipping the cock out of his mouth with a sinful ‘pop’ before sluggishly jerking at the flesh. The boy’s back never touched the bed as he was milked dry, whimpers leaking out of his mouth. Finally, he let out a content sigh before he flattened himself against the bed, satisfied. His breathing was still labored and he was on the brink of falling asleep out of being completely exhausted, when the bed creaked as Mr. Lee stood up. Yukwon sat up then, peering over at his teacher with a confused look.
“Wha-“
The teacher was standing there, with a blank expression, his eyes narrowed straight ahead. He ran his fingers through his sticky hair, as he breathed out a sigh, realization crashing over him.
“I’m so sorry,” the words rushed out of his mouth. “I’m a teacher. I’m a professional. You... you’re a student. This never should have happened.” He opened up the bedroom door, standing in the frame as he built up the courage to look Yukwon in the eye. “Please don’t tell anyone what took place today. If money is what it takes, I’ll give it to you. Just please don’t cost me my job. I’m so sorry.”
Yukwon’s mouth was agape as Mr. Lee’s footsteps were heard padding on the carpet down the hall, the front door opening and slamming shut. The student watched from between the blinds of his window as the car in the driveway started up, the engine revving and screeching as Mr. Lee speeded down the street, a cloud of dust left in his remembrance.