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How did I get myself into this? 

It was the first thought that came to mind as you lay atop your best friend out on the soccer field, your thighs spread, one leg on either side of his waist, panting from exertion, and Minho staring at you with a strangely fierce expression on his face. Was he angry with you? Why was he looking at you like that?

Sure, you were well aware that Minho was competitive to a fault, especially when it came to playing soccer, and fool that you are, when he had asked to play a one-on-one scrimmage match during lunch, you had thought it would be an exciting way to pass the time, and to relieve some of the stress school put on you, so you accepted his challenge, and very soon you found yourself in a heated battle to win the ball from each other as you played half-field by yourselves.

The lunch bell had long since sounded, alerting students that they had five minutes to make it to their next classes, but the sound was completely blocked out, and you lost track of time on how long you had been going at it. Sweat glistened from the sunlight hitting your bodies, exhaustion at the merciless match had you feeling out of breath and a little dazed.

Perhaps that was why when Minho swept in front of you to make a bold steal of the ball, your legs had gotten tangled up, and you tripped, with Minho taking the brunt of the fall. You heard him grunt at the impact, and you laid across his chest for a second too long before you pushed yourself upright, and found yourself in your current position.

You seemed to be moving in slow motion as you picked yourself off of him. Once you were standing, Minho was quick to rise to his feet as well, but instead of his usual bumbling, awkward self, that strange expression never left his face.

Minho grabbed you by your biceps and pulled you closer and up a little, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes as he stares at you, his dark, coffee brown eyes searching your face for...something, but you weren’t sure about what he was looking for. You assumed that he did find this something because suddenly, he lowered his head, and his lips were on yours, his mouth hungry and burning like his namesake.

You felt like the air had been completely sucked out of you, and you could only stand in Minho’s grasp, all the while you felt a gentle buzz start in your head, and those flutters in your stomach from earlier grew wings and teeth, and it felt like your abdomen was being shredded by the wave of feeling coursing through you. Strangely though, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

Minho grew impatient with your immobility before long, and he moved one hand to the back of your neck and the other to the small of your back, dragging you against him, and you hummed at the sensation at the contact. Minho’s scent was overwhelming, a fusion of sweat and musk, cinnamon and eucalyptus.

Your body moved on its own, grasping Minho’s hips and beginning to kiss him back, your hands dipping beneath his school blazer, fingers twisting in the excess fabric of his white button down shirt underneath. The world about you faded, your heart hammering away in your chest, and all rational thought was thrown out the window as your everything became centered on Minho. His touch, his scent, his kiss, the feeling of his hard, firm body against you.

Abruptly, Minho broke the kiss, both of you gulping in air as you panted.

“God, I want you.” He growled in the sexiest, deepest, gravelly tone of voice you had ever heard come out of his mouth, roughened by arousal, and it did strange things to your insides.

Words escaped you, although you couldn’t have agreed more, and you felt your head bobbing in accordance to your thoughts. This was all the invitation Minho needed, and he grabbed your wrist and started pulling you off of the soccer field. Your vision was hazy and your mind disoriented; you didn’t even know which was was up right now, so how could you expect to realize what was on Minho’s mind until after he slammed you up against the cool surface of a brick building and attacked the flesh of your throat, licking, nipping, and sucking on your neck? His hands were all over you, his fingers working quickly to rid you of your uniform.

A gentle breeze flitted across your torso, and it was only then that you realized Minho had gotten your shirt open.

“Wait.” You breathed, “Are we really going to do it out here? Won’t we get caught?”

Minho gave you a wicked grin and mover his mouth to your ear, “Would it bother you if someone were to find us? Or would you like for people to see me slamming into you, ravaging you like you were the air I breathe? Hmm...” His voice trailed off into a low rumble as his fingers slipped under your skirt and he lazily drew lines into the skin of your inner thigh as he inched closer to your center.

The thought of you being so out in the open, that anyone could stumble upon you and Minho in such an obscene position had your abdomen clenching and you could feel your panties becoming damp. The way you subtly pressed into Minho’s touch was enough to have him chuckling in your ear, and his long middle finger fluttered along the crotch band of your panties.

“It doesn’t look like you mind at all, love.” He murmured, “In fact, I’d bet that you are wishing someone would catch us. Wouldn’t that be scandalous?”

The fingers of his free hand came up to the front clasp on your bra, and nimbly he unhooked the snatch, letting your breasts spill out. He pulled back to look at you, and he groaned, his dark eyes becoming like night as his hand cupped your right breast in his palm and he lowered his head to take your puckered nipple into his mouth.

You moaned as his tongue swept over you, mouth sucking firmly, each pull tugging at you erotically, and you tipped your head back, cupping Minho on the back of his head as he continued to do wicked things to you, moaning softly at the dual sensations of his mouth on your breasts and his fingers massage your core above the silk fabric of your panties. That moan turned into a cry of pleasure when Minho's fingers pushed the band aside and his heated fingers slid along the length of your moist heat, circling your clit and play along the inside of your lips before he prodded your pussy, sliding in slowly while twisting his hand at the wrist to give a corkscrew motion that had you panting and your hand gripping Minho’s hair tightly.

“You’re so wet, (Y/N). If I had a mind to, I could rip off your panties and fuck you right now...but where would the fun be in that?” He crooned against your flesh as he pulled back a little to blow cool air across your glistening, taut nipple before he dropped to his knees in front of you.

You felt like your heart was about to leap out of your chest as you realized what he was doing when he stayed true to his promise and tore your flimsy panties right off and tossed your left leg over his shoulder. You saw him lick his lips before he buried his head between your legs, his lips and tongue and teeth hungrily devouring you. Minho moved his hands to your thighs, his grip tightening as your right leg began to tremble from the strain of holding you up coupled by the violent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, ripping sobbing moans of bliss from your lips.

He closed his lips around your clit and sucked strongly while two long fingers were inside you, twisting and hooking his fingers as he dragging them in and out of you. You were completely losing your mind, vaguely aware of hearing Minho’s little groans of pleasure as he tasted you, you couldn’t stop your hips from rocking into his touch, and when you came, it was all so sudden and all encompassing, and you had to bite your hand to keep from screaming out loud. As erotic as the thought of someone catching you like this was, you didn’t really want to purposely alert anyone to your presence. After all, then you would probably have to stop and go to class.

Minho carefully set your leg back down and rose to his feet. As he sucked on his cum-soaked fingers, he dipped his other hand into his blazer pocket and pulled out of foil-wrapped condom. You stared at it as though it was your first time ever actually seeing one, and you watched as his fingers moved over it, checking to see if it was still good to use.

“Perfect.” He murmured and handed the condom to you, “Do you mind putting it on me, (Y/N)?"

You nodded, taking the condom from him and you knelt on the ground, undoing Minho’s trousers, pulling his remarkable erection out of his boxers, and lowering his pants to just above his knees. You made short work of rolling the condom onto his cock, eager to have that monster inside of you. As soon as he was fully wrapped, you stood and he slid his hand down your right leg and then dragging it up to loop around his waist. He had removed his blazer and shirt while you had been occupied, and the sweet thrill that jolted through you as the flesh of your bare torsos pressed together, a million tiny pinpricks triggering a mild second orgasm that had you biting your lower lip, moaning seductively.

You wrapped one arm around Minho’s neck as your other hand reached down to take hold of Minho’s cock, and positioned him at your entrance. Minho kissed you deeply, and you could taste yourself on his tongue as it swept inside the cavern of your mouth, while he slowly pushed inside you. You hummed at the fullness of feeling him inside, and wrapping your other arm around his neck, you widened your stance a little to encourage him that you didn’t need him to wait.

Once he was fully seated, he dragged himself back out and then in, setting such a maddeningly slow pace, but it sent wave after wave of pleasure through you, starting from your core and going up to echo from the crown of your head and shooting down into the tips of your toes. You didn’t care anymore about filtering the sounds coming from you, unabashedly moaning at the sensation.

Soon, Minho began picking up the pace a little at a time until he was slamming into you with every upward thrust. He paused for a second, and you hopped on your left leg and wrapped both of your legs around his waist. Opened so widely, the new angle as he rapidly thrust up into you had you seeing stars.

As the pleasure built back up against, you pressed your chin into Minho’s shoulder. His grunts and moans of pleasure was so erotic to you, how his fingers dug into your thighs as he came close to climax, how his breathing quickened, and a sudden burst of speed...it was all enough to have you teetering on the edge of oblivion.

Your eyes opened and you could see past Minho’s shoulder, and what you saw pushed you completely over the edge, taking Minho with you, after your eyes met those of a wandering security guard making his rounds. You knew he saw you, his eyes practically bugged out of their sockets. Laughing as the afterglow of twin explosive orgasms settled in your belly, and you could feel Minho softening inside of you.

“Don’t look now, but we’ve got a one-man audience.”

Minho turned his head so fast, you could’ve sworn he had just given himself whiplash He bit out a curse and scrambled to right his clothes, and you just began laughing a little harder.

“Oh yeah, you talk big but when it comes down to it, you weren’t really expecting company, were you?”

Your comment earned a sharp glare from Minho, “Button up, would you?” He snapped. His stare a promise for retaliation at a later time.

“Don’t forget to get rid of the condom when you get the chance.” You retorted with a sassy smile, starting to walk off in the direction opposite the blushing security guard.

“Yeah, laugh now, but you’ll have to get through the rest of the day commando.” 

You paused in mid-step in horror, forgetting he had destroyed your panties in the heat of the moment. He was the one laughing now, until you heard a different voice shout.

“Hey! You kids! What class are you in?!”

Looking back, the security guard appears to have recollected his composure and was heading right for you.

Professor Lee, sweet, clumsy, quirky Professor Lee…was a pervert. Who’d have thought? This revelation struck you like a freight train about a week after your “detention” with the professor in question, when you returned to your locker in the girl’s dressing room after your physical education class, and found a package in with your belongings.

"Wear this when you come to class.”

You bit down on the corner of your lip as you finished reading the short, quickly scrawled note attached to a small package. Although it looked innocent enough…to anyone who wasn’t currently in a relationship with their teacher…but you were certain whatever was in the package was anything but innocent. Your lover wouldn’t have snuck it in to you if it wasn’t part of a grand scheme he had thought up.

Perhaps it was morbid curiosity that you went into the toilet stall with the box in hand. Opening the box carefully, hoping not to make any sounds that might alert to what you were doing, you found in a bed of velvet a small, cylindrical bullet vibrator, some surgical tape designed to stick to itself and not your skin, and an extra pair of panties, to which a tag was connected, which read, "You might need these later.”

You honestly should feel very embarrassed, and perhaps a little upset at your lover’s demand, but something foreign and burning flared up inside of you at the eroticism of the whole thing, and you couldn’t help but obey. You unpacked the vibrator, remote and all, sitting atop the tank of the toilet, and pulled up your skirt. Carefully, you placed the remote of the vibrator against the flesh of your inner thigh, high up enough that it was almost touching the crease of your hip and your leg, wrapping a pair of long strips of surgical tape around your thigh to secure the remote in place. As an added measure of caution, you doubled up the strips of tape, wrapping them marginally tighter.

You’d never be able to live it down if it fell off as you walked to your next class.

After making sure the remote was in place, you carefully slipped the vibrator into you, finding that you were already dripping wet. Standing, you fixed your skirt and panties, flushed the toilet to keep up appearances, and left the stall to gather your things and head to your next class with a secretive smile on your face.

Jinki’s voice was your only tangible anchor to reality. Your back was straight as you sat in your desk, angled slightly forward, one arm slung across the top of your textbook, your pencil bouncing in the air, cradled between your index and middle fingers and your thumb, while the other arm was propped up by the elbow, your palm pillowing your chin, fingers covering your mouth to shield any stray sounds that might seem out of the ordinary.

You tried looking as calm and cool as possible, trying hard not to give away what was happening beneath your skirt, the tiny vibrator was switched on to medium speed and driving you rapidly out of your mind. What was worse was the knowing glances your lover directed towards you, making your breath catch and your cheeks flush a brighter shade of pink. You mentally kept count of your exhales and inhales, mindful of the rhythm of the rise and fall of your chest, and hoping nobody was looking too closely at you.

The bittersweet pleasure-pain happening between your legs had your hips circling in a slow, subtle motion, a vain attempt to get some relief to your neglected clit. Your eyes closed periodically, allowing yourself time to actually feel what was being done to you, snapping your eyes open after a minute or so, just so you didn’t completely lose your head. You kept an eye on the clock, thanking every god in the heavens and deities of the Earth that Professor Lee’s class was the last class of the day.

You wouldn’t be able to stand too much longer without being properly fucked. And you would make damn sure that Jinki owned up to what he was doing.

Just as you felt almost completely helpless and mere seconds away from breaking your control, the bell over the PA system began chiming, signaling the end of class.

Jinki quickly wrapped up the remainder of his lecture, informing the class of the reading assignment they were required to finish before the next class, and the students quickly collected their things and filed out of the classroom.

You, on the other hand, were certain that if you stood up right now, your legs would buckle on you entirely. Instead, you slung your upper body over your desk, pillowing your head in your arms, and allowing a series of low, quiet sobbing moans to escape your control.

“Miss (L/N)? Is something the matter?”

You looked up suddenly, your eyes looking right into Jinki’s, and noting that they were wide with an innocence that you had learned was almost entirely fake.

Your body was completely covered in a thin sheen of sweat, droplets on your forehead and neck trickling down, as you gripped your hand into a tight fist.

“I’m perfectly all right, Professor. Just a little frustrated at the moment.” You replied, a slightly sharp tone in your voice.

“Frustrated with what?” he questioned, that mask of his slipping slightly, and that sexy, knowing look in his eyes was briefly visible.

You gritted your teeth, unable to pretend any further, the vibrator still driving you out of your mind and shattering your composure entirely, “Quite frankly, you, professor. All class period, I could think of nothing more than to pin you to your chair and ride you until we both can’t think anymore.”

Jinki’s entire innocent facade dropped in a second, and suddenly he leaned a hand on your desk, a mischievous smile on his face, “I have half a mind to oblige you. But, what exactly has you feeling so out of breath? Why are your hips moving so much? Your breasts were heaving quite blatantly all throughout my class, and that is certainly very indecent, especially for a young lady like yourself. Were you, perhaps, playing with yourself beneath your skirt to the thought of fucking me?”

“No!” You cried out.

“Your flushed expression tells me otherwise. But, I wonder how you would go about doing that with both of your hands plainly visible…Perhaps you were doing something else? A toy perhaps?”

“I believe you know perfectly well what is happening under my skirt, Jinki.” You gritted out.

Jinki’s hand moved to your thigh, and his fingertips on your skin set fire to your belly. You huffed out a breathless moan of ecstasy and naturally opened your legs a little wider, craving more of his touch.

“You are endearingly responsive.” Jinki crooned, flitting his fingers up higher, dipping beneath your skirt, but stopped, hovering over the remote taped against your thigh, “I see you found my present. Did you find it as enjoyable as I did, watching you struggle for control?”

“You’re truly sadistic, Jinki.” You snipped, but your words were lessened by the breathless quality in your voice.

“Well…At least I know now that if I had a mind to, you’d already be wet and willing for me.”

“Why are you teasing me so much?” You finally questioned.

As if in answer, the vibrator abruptly stopped. You gasped at the sudden emptiness, and even though you knew it would be simple just to turn it back on, your mind was completely apart from you, and all you could think about was finding a secure place to have your lover have his way with you.

“Because I feel like the more ready you are, the sooner I can feel you surrounding me.” Jinki murmured, his voice like molasses and it flowed over you, making you tremble in anticipation. “It also helps to see how obedient you are, as well…And I thought it would be a nice time to see how experimental you are.”

Carefully wrapping an arm around your biceps, Jinki helped you to your feet. And as you stood, unsteadily, Jinki’s fingers brushed briefly against the damp silk band of fabric between your legs, and you tipped your head back, a throaty yelp ripping out of your throat at the contact.

And then suddenly, you were moving. The white-hot pleasure of the first real contact with your clit had you disoriented, and suddenly, you found yourself alone with Jinki in a small office, the vibrator removed, the door shut and barred from the inside, and the window blinds lowered. You were pressed flush against Jinki’s hard frame as he hungrily kissed your lips, your mouth already open to his tongue’s invasion. You felt him lead you backwards, until your butt bumped against desk, and you hopped up on top of the desk, Jinki sliding between your parted thighs, and you groaned at the feel of his clothed hardness pressing firmly against your molten heat.

“Ah, God. Yes.” You moaned, as Jinki’s mouth detached from yours, and began working his way along the column of your throat, nipping and kissing and lapping at the sensitive flesh behind your left ear.

Your hands gripped at Jinki’s hips, pulling him snug against you, and you whimpered helplessly as he began rocking himself against you, one of his hands working to remove your button down blouse, cupping your silk clad breast in his palm, his thumb sliding across the puckered tip of your nipple, and you arched your back, leaning into his touch, demanding more through your motions, since your mouth was too preoccupied releasing the pent up sounds of intense pleasure that they had been denied to localize for the past hour and fifteen minutes.

“(Y/N)…” Jinki breathlessly growled against your skin, lifting his head to look into your hooded eyes, “You’re beautiful.” There were no greater words to express what he felt you were. This writhing, moaning, mess of a woman pressed up against him…nothing and no one could ever compare to the ravishing sight.

“Please, Jinki.” You panted, “I need you inside.”

He nodded, leaving you for a moment. You could hear him behind you, pulling out a drawer and closing it quickly. He returned to you with a condom in hand, and he had discarded his shirt at some point while he went to retrieve the condom, but kept his pants on, “Undress me, (Y/N).”

You slipped off of the desk, onto your knees, your hands working to unbutton his slacks. You rose up a little, moving your head close to him, and taking the zipper of his slacks between your teeth and dragging it down slowly, your hand palming him for a second before both of your hands moved to his waistband, hooked your fingers into the elastic of his boxer-briefs, and pulled both them and his slacks down at once.

His magnificent cock was fully erect, large, thick, and slightly curved upward. Taking Jinki’s erection in your hand, you pressed a short, sweet kiss to the head before you took the condom off of the desk, unwrapped it, and carefully rolled it onto his length. You felt his hand card through your bangs, threading through the soft strands of your hair, and you looked up into his face to see the most breathtaking expression. His eyes were half-lidded, his gaze soft, and the sweetest, smallest of smiles curled the corners of his lips up. You felt breathless at the open affection you saw in his face, awestruck as he hooked his hand under your arm and signaled for you to stand. Once again, you slid up onto the desk, and again, Jinki slipped between your open thighs.

But this time, your hand was on his cock, directing the tip to your heated channel, and biting your lip as he slowly pushed inside. You let out a soft moan as Jinki became fully seated inside you, holding still to allow you to adjust.

“Are you okay?” He asked, all traces of the sexual deviant from earlier completely vanished, replaced by a man who…if you hadn’t known any better, behaved almost like a virgin. This wasn’t your first time having sex, but each time, it seemed like the first.

“Yes.” You replied, wrapping one hand around the back of Jinki’s neck while the other braced you upright, and you kissed Jinki on the lips, as you murmured, “Please, move.”

He withdrew slowly, almost entirely while only leaving the head still inside, and then he snapped his hips forward. The upward curve of his cock slammed against your cervix, and you threw your head back with a near-shout of pleasure, causing Jinki to place a hand over your mouth.

“We can’t have anyone hearing you.” He warned, “Besides. Only I’m allowed to hear you like this.”

The possessiveness in his voice caused a sudden thrill to shoot through you, settling in the pit of your stomach. As Jinki continued, thrusting in roughly and withdrawing slow, the speed slowly increasing with each movement, and Jinki’s hand firmly fixed over your mouth to muffle your sounds of pleasure, it was almost surreal. How many times had you imagined making love to your professor on his desk? Too many to count, really, and it was actually happening…

Suddenly, Jinki pulled out of you, gripping your wrist, and pulling you off of the desk, positioning you to bend over the top of the desk. He nudged your legs further apart, and soon enough, he thrust into you strongly from behind, and you bit down on your hand to keep from screaming from the sensation that exploded in your lower body.

“Don’t bite yourself.” Came Jinki’s concerned command, and a balled up piece of fabric was pressed to your lips, and you found it was the sleeve of Jinki’s shirt.

Appropriately gagged, you braced your elbows on the desk and allowed wave after wave of ecstasy to crash through you with every one of Jinki’s thrusts into you. Your head spun, and when Jinki wound one arm around your stomach and began playing with your clit, you were glad the shirt was in your mouth, because you really did scream then. The mixture of more than an hour with a vibrator stuck up your pussy and Jinki’s merciless barrage of thrusts had you cumming almost immediately after he touched you, slamming into you and throwing you off the edge into an oblivion of supreme bliss.

Jinki pulled out of you, finding you were almost painfully sensitive to touch after your explosive orgasm, and immediately you dropped to your knees, gripped Jinki’s cock in your hand, and took him into your mouth. You bobbed your head, while rotating and pumping your hand down the rest of the shaft that you couldn’t fit in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you dragged along his length coming back up toward the head. Each time you returned to the crown of Jinki’s length, you swept your tongue along the base of his head, repeating the motion twice more until you flt rather than heard Jinki cum, his belly flexing the only warning, until he began filling up the condom with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

Jinki’s legs buckled under him, and he only just had a mind to move a chair behind him to drop into, instead of falling to the ground. You smiled, propping your arms across Jinki’s thighs, tracing patterns in the twitching flesh of Jinki’s stomach as you looked up into his eyes.

“Damn…” He breathed after a moment, “Baby, that was incredible.”

“Yes, it was. I’m glad you are a man who finishes what he started.” You remarked.

“I could say the same about you.” Jinki surprised you, his hand caressing your hair, “You have no idea how tortured I’ve felt having you in my class all semester and not being able to share my feelings with you.”

“I did not lead you on, if that was what you were implying.” You corrected.

“No. But sometimes I could pick out the signs. The way you tend to lean toward me as I pace the aisle, and how your eyes sparkle when you listen to me, even if I’m just performing a lecture. It wasn’t until last week that I was absolutely sure…Now that I have you, you do know I’m keeping you, right?”

“I would expect nothing less.” You replied, you replied with a dazzling smile. After a moment, you leaned back, your hands still on Jinki’s thighs as you questioned, “Would you give me a ride home? I totally missed the bus.”