Misconduct case #3: Seo Changbin (s), read case #2 here
Offense: causing disruptions on campus by being outrageously loud, bringing speakers to the gym to force everyone to listen to his 'self-made' music(nobody asked him to), treating facilities such as the gym as a personal space, offered unprovoked coaching to other students, having zero fucking filter
Disciplinary action taken: tie him up while forcing him to listen to his own moans as you push his fat cock between your tits
The clock ticks 3 57 p.m.
He should've been here by 3 p.m sharp.
You close personal meetings after 4 p.m. So, where the hell is this guy?
You sigh, checking your screen a constant since the past hour. Your boss will get angry if those issues persist and those people do nothing but create problems. Well, you wouldn't have a job if it wasn't for them.
"Seo Changbin," you click onto the microphone. Last resort measures, spreading your voice across these hallways is embarrassing enough. "Come to my office now. This is your last warning."
Shortly after, your door opens with no warning knock or anything. Rude. Changbin trudges inside as if this is a street fair. You stare at him, absolutely baffled by the lack of courtesy while, he, munches on the rest of a protein bar.
"You called?" he asks, barely paying you any close attention.
You lick your lips, perplexed. "I suppose I did."
You huff, blinking at him. "Are you aware of the number of complaints that came in on your name this week?"
He nods, a brief acknowledgement, too busy trying to read what's written on your shelves to care. "I guess, what did I do?"
"These boys..." you mutter, nose scrunching in utter disappointment. "Where to start? First, you've been obnoxiously loud on campus, bothering and disrupting the academic environment."
"For real?" he replies, pulling the chair in front of you with a sharp screech, plopping down on it.
"Second, have you been forcing other students to listen to your uhm... listen to your 'songs'?" you aren't sure about this one, he doesn't give off musician type.
"Oh? Yeah yeah! I have, do you want to listen too?" he chirps, glancing at you this time.
"I don't think so," you put your hand up, halting him from picking his phone. "The list goes on, Mr. Seo–"
"Wait wait," he blurts out. "Mr Seo?" he repeats, lifting his brows. "Save the formalities Yn-ah, there's no need."
"Yn-ah?" you mutter, face contorting to a grimace. Your fingers twitch on your papers, taking a ragged breath. "Do you think my office is a joke?"
He swats his hand up, brushing off your seeping anger. "Would you prefer Yn-ssi? Where'd you work before this? Kindergarten? Wait no, don't tell me— grade school?!"
You close your eyes, breathe in and visualize yourself on a holiday.
The beach, the gentle waves crashing by, reminding you of the peace life is able to bring you. In the distance, you hear a soft rhythm. It inches closer, the sound getting louder.
Kind of like an erupting volcano...
"To be honest it's not like I wanted to shout at the guy— but his position was all wrong so I couldn't help myself but be like, YAH! WHAT'RE YOU DOING?!?!?! You get me? Are you listening??? Yn?" he claps his hands before you, a centimeter away from your face and you snap back to your unfortunate reality.
A forced smile tugs at your lips, exhaling through your nose. "Changbin."
"Show me that music of yours."
"Is this your idea of listening to my music?" he asks, perking a brow as you tie his wrists above his head, perched on his thick thighs.
"Hmhm," you hum, balancing yourself with a hand on his chest. You can tell he's trying to keep it cool, play the oblivious unbothered guy but his breathing is heavier, eyes plastered on your chest right in his face.
He tugs at the 'rope' (it's a ribbon. There was nothing else). "I could break free from that..."
"Try it and see what will happen," you reply, sliding your palms up and down his body. Leg pressed against his fattening cock, you feel him pitifully throb underneath you.
He smiles, forcing a laugh out. "I like the sound of that!"
"You do?" you say, staring at him. "Want me to ruin that loud mouth of yours, forcing you to keep shut until I'm done with you?"
He flushes, eyes gaping as he hadn't expected such lewd words to leave the conduct officer's mouth. Still, he nods.
You press a hand to his cheek that he leans into, "You're so eager, binnie. You must've been waiting for this, did Seungmin snitch?"
"I- I don't know what you mean..." he mumbles out, taking hold of your wrist to guide it towards his aching erection. "Come on, yn-ah. Please?"
You lightly slap his hand off you, clicking your tongue and his expression contorts to a dramatically pained one.
How could you deny him like that.
"Behave," you remind him. Parting his thighs; dropping to your knees between the accommodated space. A shiver runs down his spine, sitting deeper into the couch — offering himself to you. He's kind of cute, in a funny way. You're not sure why you were mad in the first place.
Your button comes undone, hearing his keen pants every time you show more skin. Sliding your blouse off your shoulders, you let it fall to the ground. Unclasping your bra, the sight of your exposed breasts has him groaning, his ears beaming red.
You roll his zipper down, freeing him with a lack of grace. To be honest, you might want this more than you intended. Licking your lips, you wrap your hand around him, smearing the wetness coating it all over the length. He makes a strangled noise, eyes closing momentarily from the warm softness of your fingers gliding up and down his heavy cock.
"Spit," you instruct, showing him your hand and he does. Reluctant at first but quick to follow your order as his saliva dribbles down your palm. Smearing the liquid across your tits, his lips part, a heavy sigh pausing midway only to contort into a grunt as you push his cock between your squeezed tits.
"God–" he blurts out, hips jerking forward to meet your movements halfway. However, you halt him with a scowl, pinching the muscles of his thigh hard enough to have him jolt.
"I don't want to hear a word from you, understood?" you ask.
"Yes. Yes you can and you're going to keep it down for me, aren't you binnie?"
He shudders, lips pressing into a thin line before nodding. Such a cutie, you can't help but grin.
Your tongue darts out, catching the tip in tiny licks while gliding him in jerking motions using the space between your breasts. He bites his lip, perhaps drawing blood with his strength though he couldn't give more of a fuck. This is so good, feels so good. You're so sexy, he wishes he could yell his thoughts at the top of his lungs without facing the consequences.
Or maybe the consequences are exactly what he needs. Feels more like a reward than a punishment. Whatever he did wrong, he'll have to do it again.
"Ah... ah–" he whines out in small breaths, trying to keep his voice on the low the best he can and you reward him by taking him in the mouth. Humming at the salty taste of skin and bitter precum, the muffled sound travels up his stomach in vibrations of pleasure. "So warm... shit. Won't be able to last long—" he tries to whisper although his voice unwillingly raises on the last sentence. He clasps his lips shut before you have the chance to punish him for it, apologetic eyes passing onto the 'sorrys' for his loud mouth. Not even realizing that he snapped the ribbons tying his wrist until your shoulders shake into a light chuckle, assuming that you were making fun of him instead.
He's a pretty funny sight though. All big and flushed, letting you have your way with him because thats his deserved consequences.
He grips the cushions, blunt nails scraping at the leather, throat rumbling with muffled moans. You bring him out, saliva coating your lips and the tip as you press your thumb to the underside. "Close?"
"Yes!" he replies. This time, you don't scold him for it. Instead, swallowing him inside with newfound vigor; your sheer excitement has his thighs begging to close — or part, he can't tell anything apart except for the sweet bliss that coils in his stomach. A mantra of silent pleads escaping his chest until his hand finds the back of your head, gripping down in desperation, keeping you in place, nose hitting his stomach from how deeply inside he is as hot cum floods your throat, decorated by a loud moan from him.
He breathes out, looking down at you with a fucked out expression. A glimpse of a smile break on his face.
Definitely doing this again.
repeating offenders : bangchan lee know(#2) changbin(#3) hyunjin han felix seungmin(#1) i.n
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