author's note: I'm not sure if I like the ending, I feel like it's a bit rushed? Idk?🥺 But I haven't posted anything properly in a while so here you goooo :))
"So, what? You're fucking your teacher?"
His cool breath fanned your lips, dark eyes watching them part in a moment of weak, urgent desperation.
"N-No-" your voice captured in your throat, "you don't understand, it's not like that..."
"Do you ride his dick for better grades?" Wonjin purred.
His shadow loomed over yours, his mere presence keeping you pressed against the cold rows of brick.
"Of course not," you croaked, "I would never."
Head tilting, Wonjin's gaze met yours with an unnerving sparkle, and you cursed yourself inwardly for how easily he reduced you to someone so pathetic. You were paralysed before him. Numb, unable to fight back.
The air shifted, as Wonjin tightened the gap between your bodies. His breath was intimate against your prickled skin, so close that you were certain he'd hear the pummeling of your heart. He reached out, tracing his fingers over the collar of your jacket, adjusting it's position with a touch that felt dangerously soft. Your cheeks radiated, burned, beneath him, every limb erupting in flames as his head bowed closer.
"I'd love to see what you'd do for an A."
The words made you shiver, a kaleidoscope of butterflies swarming your stomach. It was clear from the smirk on his lips that he knew all too well the hold he had on you.
"Well?" Wonjin murmured.
"Well what?" your voice hushed, you didn't dare acknowledge the nerve-wracking statement. How could you when it made you feel things far too complex to comprehend.
"I've been stressed," he continued, lightly tugging on your collar, "can't you help me out?"
Wonjin's lips were millimeters from yours, the tempting pink flesh practically skimming your own.
You weren't stupid, or naive. He wasn't exactly being cryptic. But your head was hazy, clouded by the alluring tone of his lowered voice, distracted by his electric touch. You could barely respond.
"I-I don't..."
"Yes you do," Wonjin's jaw clenched, "don't act dumb."
"I can't," you whispered, eyes flickering beneath your lids.
He watched you melt before him, your inhibitions disappearing with every heated second that passed. It was getting harder to deny him. Harder to pull from his mouth tilting towards yours. You barely had time to think - admittedly, you didn't want to - before he was pouring a gentle kiss against your lips, tongue cuffing yours in a surprisingly sensual manner.
Cliche, it may be, but fireworks erupted. It felt far, far too good. You found your nails snatching up his hand, digging so hard you could have broke the skin. The encouragement of you pushing into the kiss made his movements significantly rougher, suddenly grasping your jaw in one palm. His thigh made it's way between yours, sounding a quiet moan from the back of your throat.
"You taste so good," he grunted, as your grip curled into his shirt, "let me see what you can do, hm?"
Breathless, Wonjin reluctantly pulled back. The expression you met was shadowy, face filled with the evidence of his lust. One look was intimidating enough, but the way he bore down onto you filled your soul with a new sense of somewhat pleasurable submission.
You were barely surprised by how little persuasion it took for him to get you on your knees. Your friends, your teachers, your fellow students: anyone could turn that corner. Anyone could see the things you were about to do for him.
But you didn't care.
Not even as you unbuttoned his jeans. Not even as you guided down the zipper. Not even as your touch began to tantalise the stiff line pushing through his boxers. You wanted nothing more, in that moment, than him.
"Such an eager little slut," Wonjin mumbled, steadily watching as you traced the imprint of his dick, before beginning to release it from the enclosing cotton. As soon as it hit the air, your skin running down his bare skin, Wonjin's head rolled back with a satisfied smile.
Sensing you seem to momentarily dither, his sharp eyes glanced down at the uncertainty clouding your features, lips twitching as though pleased by your innocence.
"Come here," Wonjin drawled, reaching down to slowly palm his cock, "open your mouth for me, angel."
It was embarrassing how quickly you did as you were told. The authority was hot. He tapped the tip a few times on your loosened tongue, wetting it with the slight remnants of saliva, before beginning to gradually push his hips towards your face. With each inch that slid in, you were forced to open wider, gagging rather abruptly as it (for the first, and last, time) met with the back of your throat. One palm was now pressed firmly against the back of your head, silently insisting you follow the steady rocking of his hips. He started slow - careful - allowing you to adjust to the new sensation, but the concern lasted only a few moments. Within a couple of thrusts, Wonjin began to pull at your hair, his cock filling your cheeks with sharp, sudden pounds. While the pace remained fairly slow, the intensity of thrusts was increasing with every motion. Each time his cock caught the back of your throat, your cheeks clenched around the thick shaft with a spluttering gag, and a low groan would immediately ring above you.
You traced each protruding vein with a curious tongue, unable to silence the pleasured whimpers brought on by the mere taste of his cock. Soon, his hips were rocking faster, messier, against your mouth, while his hand continuously and carelessly forced your head down. Eyes were watering, lips were quickly becoming swollen, and your pussy dripped wetter after every pound.
Wonjin's throat rumbled with grunts and growls of your name; like it were the only thing left on Earth, and to say it turned you on would be an understatement. You were beginning to feel his cock twitching between your hollowed cheeks, and you promptly brought your fingers up to stretch around the remaining inches unable to make it through. While your head bobbed in accordance to the pistolling of his hips, your hand shakily twisted up and down the throbbing shaft, offering a 2nd stimulant to the approaching orgasm.
Tears that rolled down your cheeks intertwined with spit dripping from your chin, Wonjin's increasingly messy and erratic thrusts utterly devouring your face.
"Good girl," he hissed, "let me see my cum fill you up."
Abruptly stilling your head nearer the base, you were forced to hold your breath as one last throb dripped gallons of warm, salty liquid into your mouth: coating your throat, your cheeks, your tongue. It spilled out past your lips, decorating your chin with his cum, before he pulled out to allow you a desperate gasp of air.
While you swallowed, and licked up, every drop, Wonjin's tired gaze lowered to watch you fall weakly back against your heels. His mouth curled up into a lazy smirk, as he crouched down before you, and reached out to pinch your jaw between a tight thumb and forefinger.
"I'll give you a B," he hummed, "next time I'll see if you deserve an A."
