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How long ago had it started – you couldn’t tell. Yet, after all this time, you grew used to the way he could make you feel humiliated and appreciated at the same time, or to how good it felt to be the only one he felt about this way, among so many clueless students around.

And you’d be lying if you said there’s no strings attached. His interest in you was fairly sincere, so were the first few meetings when you were nothing but curious about each other. Yet, it was all in the past. Right now, while bending you over his desk, none of his careful demeanor was left. He was usually gentle and considerate, yet he knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid of showing it to you. You briefly thought that maybe the feeling of dominance was the exact reason he chose this job among many others.

His fingers tangled in your hair and pushed your head down, against the unwelcoming surface of his desk. You could only whimper pathetically, your cheek pressing into the sheets of other students’ paperwork. 

“I’m sorry~” you whined, but you knew well enough that he wasn’t happy with you. On other occasions, he’d still be somewhat tender while handling you. Now, none of that was left. It was a sign, and not a good one.

“Oh, you are? And care to explain to me, why you’ve done it in the first place?” His voice was calm, even as his hands pushed at your head, making it hard to speak with your face against the desk.

“I-I didn’t have time to study” you explained pathetically. “I was busy with other subjects, and the topic was so difficult I thought that…”

“What?”

You hesitated, but only for a moment.

“I thought that I can pass it if I cheat, and even if you catch me, you won’t doom me…” you mumbled.

In fact, you really didn’t have time to study. And, since he seemed busy with something by his desk during that exam, you thought it’s a good occasion to slip the phone out of your pocket and look for the correct answers. You thought that maybe, due to your relationship, he would turn a blind eye towards your doings. And at first, he did. The bastard waited till everyone turned their papers in before making you stay after exam and exposing your sins.

Yet, you found yourself fairly positive that the sort of punishment you were in for was way better than if the things were to go smoothly.

“Are you honest with me? Because I feel like you were just hoping to get my attention with acting up like this” he whispered into your ear, letting his fingers trail the hem of your panties. Reaching the front, he pushed the fabric aside, running a finger down and up your folds, smirking at the wetness. “How far can you go only to get my hands on you, hm?”

You whimpered once again, your hand reaching down to press against his, which earned you a smack on your ass, not too hard, just a warning.

“You don’t touch me, understood?”

You nodded quickly, letting your hands grasp onto the desk’s edge for any kind of anchor. 

“Words, baby girl.”

“Y-yes…” His free hand squeezed your hip harshly, and you recoiled, whimpering against the desk’s surface. “Yes, daddy” you corrected yourself, recalling all the rules he’d given you before, yet some of which completely slipped your memory, exchanged with the thoughts of him alone. 

Without another word, he flipped you over, spreading among the papers that scattered around, some of which fell onto the floor. Your hands automatically reached to his own, but you stopped yourself on time, quickly letting them rest flat on the surface instead. His smirk was daring as he watched you do so, as if he almost wished for you to act up again, to give him yet another reason to put you back in place. 

“Well, then” he casually spoke, as if he didn’t just take pleasure in your pathetic composure. “If you think you can do so much on your own, how about you tell me what else you can do without anyone’s help? Should I check what exactly is there in your phone’s history? Because something tells me Wikipedia won’t be the only source I find there.”

You couldn’t help a smirk forming on your face.

“What else are you hoping to find there~?”

The comment earned you a rough slap on your ass, one that wasn’t followed by a gentle rubbing that would soothe it in any way.

“Every time I think you finally learned something, you have to pull off something unbelievably stupid. I wonder, are you purposefully trying to rile me up or are you just this naive?”

You opened your mouth, actually urged to say something that’d probably dig you an even deeper grave, but he never let that happen. His hand suddenly found itself on your mouth, two fingers pressing your nostrils together and the palm covering your mouth.

“Behave” he said shortly, and you clutched onto the desk’s edge, desperately fighting the instinct to struggle out of his grasp. The feeling was lethal, even more as his other hand traveled to your thighs and rubbed your clit through the fabric of your underwear; the pleasant feeling had been drowned out when you started to suffocate, and his hand released you when you were seriously concerned with your well-being. You inhaled sharply, the friction disappearing in an instant, making you whimper through the throbbing in your lungs. 

You allowed yourself to relax a little, trying to slow your breathing before it’d be taken away from you again. But you found yourself too shaken to do that, and when his hand covered your mouth and nose once more, more than twice faster had it started to become unbearable, and the feeling of his fingers against your clothed core did close to nothing to relieve the overwhelming torture. It was your punishment, you’ve learned to recognize it. What he was doing now, wasn’t meant to satisfy you in any way. But if you were strong enough and endured it, he’d reward you – and that was the reason why you forced all your instincts down, submitting completely to his cruel treatment, learning to not move a muscle, even when your head spun when you had been breath-deprived for the third time.

“E-enough…” you choked out. Tears already escaped your eyes, and you were sure that if you were to lose air one more time, you’d faint in a span of few seconds. You shut your eyelids tightly, trying to recover from the punishment. It wasn’t a thing he did often, punishing you happened only in the worst of cases. Even though you definitely deserved it, it was still something you didn’t expect to actually happen – a treatment that would actually cause you more pain than pure pleasure. But there was something primal in it, something humiliating, something you desired as well; something that was strictly related to the trust you had in that man, and the fact you knew that even if you felt like you’d faint any second, he would never let anything bad happen to you.

Junmyeon’s hand caressed your thigh, the other gently wiping the tears off your face. He was standing between your legs, both of which were hanging off the desk’s edge. 

“You did so well” he said in a quiet, soft voice, one that made you nod unwittingly. You slowly calmed down and forced your eyes open, staring at him expectantly. He didn’t hurry though, his fingers rubbing soothing circles into your skin, and the hand on your face gently brushing your hair aside. “I can’t let you pass though, you’ll have to retake that exam” he announced firmly and you let out a dramatic sigh.

“I’m surely not the only one who cheated though…” you mumbled, forcing your tired body to sit up, matching the other’s face level. “Or could you not look away from me all along?” you asked daringly, reaching with your hand to play with the necktie of the other, and Junmyeon observed you for some time before casting you a charming smile.

“Of course I couldn’t. You’re a sight to behold” he admitted, his lips leaning into the crook of your neck, brushing it gently, as if testing the waters. The gentle demeanor was back there, and your professor took a great pleasure in handling your body like a treasure, a precious sculpture that could be ruined by the least of harshness. Slowly, he grew more confident in his gestures, putting his hand on the nape of your neck and bringing you towards him, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your chest against his and wishing that there were no clothes in between.

He dragged his mouth from your neck, up to your jaw, and then brushed your lips, not giving in even as they followed his own, demanding for the touch, the kiss, to last. 

“Baby, you have your next class in five minutes” Junmyeon murmured against your ear, his hands resting on your hips, and you couldn’t help but grind against him in a way that made the grip tighten in a warning. “Behave.”

“I can be a tad late, I’ll say you told me to help me with the tests” you said carelessly, already reaching to his pants to get rid of that nuisance. 

A breathy laughter escaped the man’s lips as he slapped your hands away, reaching between the two of you instead and rubbing you through the fabric of your underwear. You let out a pleased moan.

“You really are desperate, aren’t you?” he smirked smugly, letting you grind against his hand, and you almost dozed off in the pleasant sensations, with your eyes clouded from the euphoria growing inside of you. “I could just bend you over this table with all the students around, and you wouldn’t even mind. Or maybe I should let them take turns with you? I know there are some you look at more often than not. Or even other teachers, tell me, would you like that? Having all your holes filled while I watch you come in this classroom, over and over again, until you pass out?”

“Jesus… fuck…” You let out an incoherent moan, grasping onto his arm for any sort of anchor, and your brain was already going fuzzy with the sensation, and it was too much, just too much…

Until suddenly, when you’ve finally reached your peak, the touch disappeared, and you let out a groan, trying to press your thighs together in a desperate attempt to get some sort of friction, but Junmyeon’s body in between your legs successfully prevented you from doing so. 

“J-Junmyeon…!” you whined pathetically, at which the man offhandedly pulled you off the table, dusting off your clothes and straightening them in such a carefree way, as if he didn’t just without any remorse ruin your long-awaited orgasm. 

“Now, babygirl.” He suddenly pulled on the collar on your shirt, bringing you close to him, and your breath hitched at the proximity, his warm breath hitting your face, almost intimidating. Junmyeon only patted your hair, and left a single peck on your cheek. “If you want to come properly ever again, make sure you pass that exam. Now, hurry up, your next class starts in a minute~”

And with these words, he pushed you out of the classroom.