Misconduct case #1: Kim Seungmin (s)
Offense: interrupting lectures, initiating crowd distraction, witty and snarky remarks done to lecturers, acting like a little bitch (not on report. personal experience speaking.)
Disciplinary action taken: bounce on his cock until he's a crying, apologetic, mess.
You thought that being promoted from a high school disciplinary officer to a university Student Conduct Officer would lessen the stress on your shoulders and the dark circles beneath your eyes.
It made perfect sense. University students were adults. Adults were supposed to be responsible, mature, and well-mannered.
It was as though not a single one of them had ever formed a thought that didn't revolve around their own shenanigans. Talking over lecturers, entering restricted areas, misusing university facilities(the gym. you know who you are), littering, filming in the hallways and blocking pathways by attracting a crowd (specific. the target, again, knows who he is), improper use of university property, repeated negligence, and finally general tomfoolery.
You believe you haven't had a peaceful day ever since you stepped foot in here and eight random men decided to ruin your life as a civil servant. The first offender standing right in front of you.
"You again," you mutter, a palm sliding across your forehead in growing frustration. "What did you do this time?"
He clears his voice, preparing for a speech that you're sick of hearing. "Do you want the full story or a résumé?"
"Kim Seungmin," you frown, recognising the edge of sarcasm in his tone.
"Mr. Kim," he corrects. "It's impolite to address someone by their name like that, Miss."
Seriously, you wish you could be calling somebody's parent right now.
"What? It's basic etiquette." he shrugs, big eyes staring at you. "Miss yn."
You scoff, finger tapping against your desk. "Mr. Kim."
"I think that you should worry yourself of the PILE of complaints that keeps on coming, all mentioning your name." Your emphasis on 'pile' curls his lips into a tiny, amused, smile — unable to hide the pick of his eyebrows and shakened kept-laughter. You sound so cute, all upset and everything that he can't help but tug at your nerves.
"Really? Are you guys planning to put it on the campus newspaper? I'd like the sound of that – 'the conduct officer can't do her job properly, offenders continue to repeat their offenses.'"
"Mr. Kim!" your palm slaps over the wooden surface, leaning forward.
"I have a question." he asks, you don't reply but he continues. "Are you always this angry?"
"Is it because you come from a high school? You can't put me into detention–" his breath wavers on the word 'detention', shoulders rigid from trying not to laugh. "Or call my parents because you know that I'm an adult, right?"
You stand up, your chair screeching behind you. "Adult? You?"
"Yes, I'm twenty five." he replies, lifting his chin in defiance. "And you, Miss? I have to say, all those mad-dog wrinkles make you look old. Do you want skincare advi–"
"Shut the fuck up," you grit out, fists balling in the collar of his shirt. He's about to reply, lips parting for a sneaky comment about how you aren't allowed to hurt him — but his eyes land on your heated ones and the words die in his throat.
"You want me to treat you like a functioning adult?" you ask, a huff leaving with the sentence. Chest heaving in ragged pants from the sheer irritation traveling throughout your limbs to the fingers pulling at his collar. "Are you deserving of that?"
"I–" his face flushes, a heat creeping from his neck painting his ears red. "Ma'am..." it slips out and you both pause, confusion replacing your anger for a second, an idea kicking in.
You smile, not the flashing kind. "Fine then," nodding, you let him go and he stumbles briefly. "I'll treat you like a proper adult, if thats how you'll understand." patting the dust off his collar, you fix it for him and he blinks, mouth agape as you sit back down on your chair, lighting your laptop.
Your leg slides over your knee, your sudden calmness leaving him perplexed. "My office, six p.m sharp. Don't make me wait."
What he hadn't expected for your six p.m sharp rendezvous was that you'd be bouncing on his leaking cock for hours to end.
"F-fuck," he can't even think straight, head spinning and incoherent after his first two orgasms. It hurts and you aren't stopping!
"Ah! Wait– wait, slow down!" he whines, fingers digging underneath your shirt, nails marking crescents on your skin. "Shit, shit. Too much–" he tries to warn you, palms running over your back, tugging and hooking at the strap of your bra as warmth floods your inside. His cock somehow releasing so much after cumming this many times.
You pause for a second, giving him the idea of a break only to rob it from him with a slow grind on his pelvis. "Come on Mr. Kim, I haven't came once. Isn't it your job, as a functioning adult to be able to pleasure a woman? I'm not quite seeing that right now..." your tone is condescending, rolling your hips on him enough to throw his head back with a thud, mouth agape into a whine.
You're driving him nuts. Pussy tight and warm, his cum oozing out and dribbling on his length. "Please, a break—" you hush him, index pressing against his wet lips.
"You sound adorable when you're just whimpers and whines. Where did the Seungmin from earlier go, is he still in here?" you ask, knocking at his skull with your knuckles.
"The Seungmin from earlier wasn't balls deep in yo—" he begins but you're quick to shut him up by clenching around him, voice cracking into a slurred noise. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, facing planting on the swell of your breasts.
"Hm? What'd you say?" you question even though you heard it. It's his fourth sorry since you got him down on this couch. You wonder how many you could pull out of him. "Tell me," you order, yanking his head back by the hair. He winces, neck exposed to your mistreatment.
Your hips lift, jumping on his already-hardened cock and genuine tears form at his eyes, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, so sorry! Won't do it again–"
"You won't?" you ask, grinning in a way that has him throbbing. "You sure look like would though."
That might be the truth, because he's drooling all over your thumb the second it breaches his mouth. Sucking and lapping onto your skin with little to no hesitation. Insane how these guys only think with their dick? Promise of pussy and suddenly they're obedient.
"Come on then, give me one more."
He sobs despite the small jerks of his hips towards you. "Mr. Kim, I know you that got it in you after running that smart mouth of yours for so long. Make me cum at least once, won't you?"
He nods, falling back onto the cushions to grab your waist properly. Positioning you on top of him, his legs tremble but he thrusts upwards. Desperate, vulgar and unethical. Fucking your offenders might be the solution if they get this pliant and putty as soon as your hands land on them.
The angle has him finally hitting your sweet spot, your palms laying flat on the backrest as he pounds you from under the best he can — wanting you to be proud of him. Fuck, how did it even get to this? He sure is glad though, after working you up on every chances he's got. This is hell of a jackpot. He'll do it again, that's for sure if you punish him in this way once more. "Ma'am, ma'am–" he blabbers, drunk on the sight of you on top of him. Your heavy lidded eyes meet him, he wants to kiss you badly but you've refused him on each try.
Immature boys don't deserve no kisses.
Will he be a mature one if you cum on his cock?
His thumb finds your clit, rubbing quick circles on the bud. Applying just enough pressure to punch a moan from your chest, relief washing over him as you become louder by the seconds. Pathetically pulling you closer, pushing in so deep that he refuses to draw back at all, kicking in eratic shallow thrusts from under, nudging at that spot inside of you with his tip only.
Your breath quickens, eyes falling shut to the sensation in your legs, playing with his hair at the back of his head as he unravels you completely. Cunt squeezing him tightly till he's also sputtering watery cum within your walls. Both of you falling into a seamless silence before he throws in a stupid fucked-out smile.
He's definitely telling the others about this.
repeating offenders : bangchan lee know(#2) changbin(#3) hyunjin han felix seungmin(#1) i.n
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