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17mounteens · 8 years ago

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Hi^^ wow the stories are really good, i really enjoy itㅠㅠ can i requst too? A session in the class, you as a student and wonwoo as a teacher. I seriously cant get over him with that glasses omg he looks smart yet hot :""""

I might have overdone the build-up a little BUT I FELT LIKE THIS NEEDED IT. also I agree with Wonwoo in glasses omg now that is a look!

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”W-Wonwoo, ah–”

As your alarm started ringing, your eyes shot wide open, and you were immediately painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs as well as the dream you had just had, and the memory only increased the heat in the pit of your stomach, and you winced when you got out of your bed.

“I can’t believe I just,” you mumbled, half-asleep, while turning your alarm off, the pulsation of your pussy clouding your thoughts. You swallowed, trying to think about everything but the dream you had just woken up from. Shivering, you shook your head. “Thank god I don’t have his lessons today.”

You went on about your morning as per usual, but you were unable to get your thoughts off the handsome - hot, actually - substitute teacher who had been teaching you literature for the past three months and would continue until the end of the school year, which was still a few months away.

From early on you had found him attractive, with his sharp eyes and rare yet incredibly cute smile, and it hardly helped that he was fairly young, too, and treated each of his students kindly. Sure, you had played with different lewd thoughts before, but you could never have even thought that you’d one day see a wet dream about him.

The worst part was that you weren’t bothered by it, really, and were instead mostly frustrated because the dream was so damn good and left you annoyingly horny: not even a cool shower before heading to school eased it.

Gritting your teeth, you left to school and checked your schedule on your way. When you realized what day it was, however, you froze.

8:05 - 9:00 : Literature

“First thing in the morning?” you whispered to yourself, frowning, and continued walking with your heart beating fast in your chest.

Of course you had mixed up the days - fate just wasn’t on your side.

You got to school, got your books from your locker and went to class, fidgeting in your seat as you waited for Wonwoo to come in.

And when he did, you couldn’t even look at him without remembering your dream.

“Good morning, everyone,” Wonwoo greeted the class and closed the door behind himself, after which he walked to his desk and put his bag down. His lips curved into a smile when he saw at least half of the class yawning. “I’m sure you’re all very excited for this lesson.”

“Yes, Mr. Jeon,” most of the class said in unison, none of it coming from the heart, but Wonwoo took what he could get.

He scanned the classroom and quirked his eyebrow a little when he saw you, your hand covering your eyes so that he couldn’t see them as you stared at your notebook and doodled in it.

“Y/N, what about you?” he asked, his voice steady and the slightest bit husky, which went straight between your legs, especially with the memory of the previous night.

You jolted a little, and without raising your gaze to him, waved your hand in the air, signaling that you were fine. “Yes, yes, perfectly!”

Wonwoo squinted his eyes momentarily, but decided to let it go. It was very unlike you to not look at him - normally you wouldn’t have let any opportunity to look at him pass by, much less any opportunity to look into his eyes.

Regardless, Wonwoo went about the lesson like he always did, but he found his attention drifting to you more and more as you continued avoiding his gaze. It might’ve been partially because he had found you attractive for a while and knew just how much time you spent admiring him during his lessons, but he was also genuinely concerned about what had happened to bring about the sudden change.

“Alright, the class is over,” Wonwoo announced when the clock had, in your thoughts finally, reached 8:59, and watched all of you get up and leave the classroom one by one.

You packed your bag quickly and left the classroom quietly, which again made Wonwoo quirk his eyebrow a little. What had happened to your usual, cheerful “Bye”?

As soon as you were out of the classroom, you let out a sigh of relief. If it hadn’t been the most painful lesson of your life, you didn’t know what was.

The rest of the day was much easier to get through, with your friends effectively bringing your thoughts elsewhere and the lessons, some of which you enjoyed and some of which you dreaded, keeping you too busy to think about the painfully attractive substitute teacher or the wet dream you had had.

When the afternoon rolled by, however, you faced another problem.

“Oh, Mrs. Lee isn’t here today,” one of your friends mumbled when you were seated in your classroom, waiting for your English lesson to start. You hummed.

“Who’s going to teach us, then?” you pondered curiously, and your friend shrugged.

“That would be me.”

Shivers ran down your spine as you slowly turned to look at the door, where Wonwoo stood with a small smile on his face.

You could hardly keep a wince off your face. ’Really? The first and the last lesson of the day?’

Wonwoo took note of your expression and shook his head in amusement as he assumed his position at the front of the classroom and began holding the lesson according to the notes that Mrs. Lee had given him. It was mostly individual work, so you didn’t really mind, and were mostly immersed in your book and assignments that you were doing.

However, it being individual work for the students meant that Wonwoo had a bunch of time in his hands, during which he checked some of the essays he had to grade, although he also spent a fair amount of time looking at you.

He just couldn’t wrap his finger around what was up with you. You were normally fairly active in his lessons, which he enjoyed, but that day you were everything but that.

If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed you were purposefully avoiding him.

Amidst your assignment, you slowly moved your gaze up to Wonwoo, hoping to see him focusing on his own work, just so that you could appreciate his looks for a while.

Yet instead, you were met with his eyes, staring intently right back at you.

Your eyes widened, and you hurried to return to your assignment, but dropped your pen in the process, cursing in your mind as you picked it up from the floor. As if you hadn’t been a mess for the whole damn day, the eye contact truly messed you up to the core.

Wonwoo stared at you curiously, chuckling a little at how embarrassed you seemed. Something was up, and he’d make it his goal to figure out what.

It felt like the lesson ended surprisingly soon, and you were about to stand up and leave when Wonwoo spoke. “Actually, Y/N, could you stay for a bit?”

You froze, and without even looking his way, nodded slowly.

You were screwed.

The others left the classroom one by one, and when the last student had left, Wonwoo went to close the door, which he then leaned against as he looked at you, now seated back in your chair.

“So, would you like to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft yet husky, and looked at you warmly. Your cheeks heated up, and you shook your head while pursing your lips.

“N-nothing is wrong,” you said, painfully aware of just how unconvincing you sounded.

Wonwoo hummed and started walking to his desk, where he began packing his bag. “You’re not like you usually are. Something’s going on.”

“I promise it’s nothing,” you assured with a nervous laugh, shaking your head a little again. Wonwoo squinted and placed his hands on the desk in front of him, leaning forward a little.

“Then why can’t you look into my eyes?”

’Because last night I had a dream where you fucked me into oblivion while staring into my eyes.’

“T-that’s…” your words trailed off at the memory of your dream, and you could feel the familiar heat starting to pool at the pit of your stomach as you remembered it all. Your heart beat fast in your chest, and even Wonwoo could see how nervous you were getting.

He squinted a little. “Yes?”

You were quiet, and so Wonwoo began taking small steps towards you. “Does it have to do with the way you look at me?” Your eyes widened at his bold question, and finally you looked at him, sinfully good-looking with the suit he had on, the round glasses only making him more smart-looking and attractive. Wonwoo chuckled quietly. “No, I haven’t missed the way you look at me. But why is it?”

A part of you wanted to hit him, although only lightly, because you could’ve sworn he knew the answer. With him walking closer to you all the while, you finally sighed, too weak to continue fighting. “Because you’re hot.”

He stopped in his tracks, right by your desk, and processed your words. His lips curved upwards while you wanted nothing more than to hide under a rock.

“Hot?” he asked, slightly amused, and took a seat on the desk in front of yours. “Y/N, I’m your teacher.”

“I know,” you grumbled and hid your face a little in embarrassment, feeling just how hot your cheeks were. “Do you think I haven’t told that to myself at least a million times?”

Wonwoo looked at you warmly and shook his head in amusement. “If it helps, I’ve had to remind myself quite a few times, too.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise, and you lowered your hands slowly, moving your gaze to Wonwoo. He was smiling a little, and your voice was quiet as you spoke. “…What?”

“I’ve had to remind myself that you’re my student,” he said, sounding the slightest bit nervous but also calm, and it all only made your heart beat faster.

“But why?” you asked quietly, too mesmerized by Wonwoo’s sharp, dark eyes to look away anymore.

You were hooked.

He chuckled lowly. “Probably for the same reason you have.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. Wonwoo sighed.

“But I am your teacher. I don’t want to use my position wrongly,” he said slowly, and his smile got a bitter hint to it.

You found yourself almost pouting a little. “Would it be using your position wrongly if I wanted it?”

Wonwoo’s Adam’s apple bobbed quickly, and he cleared his throat. He wanted to be sure he wasn’t misunderstanding anything. “Wanted what?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you averted your gaze. “…Never mind.”

“Y/N,” Wonwoo began, and you slowly moved your eyes back to his, and were now faced with his slightly hooded ones. “Do you want me?”

The nod of your head was almost automatic, and it scared you. But you were tired of lying, tired of fighting against your desires, especially when it seemed that he felt the same way.

Wonwoo looked slightly troubled. “It’s still ethically questionable…”

“But I’m over 18,” you reminded him, barely even in control of yourself anymore, and gave him a meaningful look. “It would be against the school rules, but I’m still an adult.”

He nodded and bit down on his lower lip, allowing his eyes to scan your body, as if he hadn’t been thinking and dreaming about it enough already.

Wonwoo got up from the desk and got closer to yours, and you found yourself standing up, too, your heart beating fast. The suspense was turning you on fast, and you could already feel your nipples hardening and your pussy getting wet with anticipation.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Wonwoo asked, his voice low as he stood right in front of you, looking into your eyes yet not daring to touch you.

You swallowed and nodded. “I need you, Mr–”

“Just call me Wonwoo,” he interrupted you and chuckled, his eyes playful as he looked into yours. “Mr. Jeon is too… formal.”

“Wonwoo, then,” you giggled and bit down on your lower lip and slowly slid your hands up your school uniform shirt. “But it still stands that I need you.”

He watched your hands move, and by the time one of your hands reached your breast, he was a goner.

Placing his hands on your hips, Wonwoo breathed heavily and pulled you a bit closer. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”

Intoxicated by his closeness after all the hours you had spent wanting to experience it, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your voice merely a breath when you spoke. “I want it all, and if it does get too much, I’ll tell you. That way we’ll both be happy, won’t we?”

“I don’t want this to be something you’ll regret later,” he said quietly, already leaning down a little until his nose was brushing against yours. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

Your breath nearly hitched in your throat with how close Wonwoo was and how awfully tempting his lips were, so close to yours. “I’m sure.”

With that, you leaned up to bring your lips together for a kiss that sent tingles down your spine, and as Wonwoo’s tongue danced with yours daringly, the only thought in your mind was that wow, you were really doing it, kissing Wonwoo, and about to make your wet dream come true.

You got up on your desk and Wonwoo stood between your legs, his hands holding your bare thighs as you continued kissing passionately, your hands moving up to his hair and down to his shoulders, broad and attractive yet unfortunately covered by the white dress shirt he was wearing.

The kisses were hungry and needy, and if those weren’t enough to tell both of you how badly you wanted each other, then the way you were touching each other did. Wonwoo’s hands moved up and down your thighs, sliding underneath your uniform skirt and nearly under the thin fabric of your panties, and your hands were restlessly moving on his upper body. Neither of you seemed to be able to get enough of the other, and both the kisses and hasty touches only turned the two of you on more.

“The door is locked, right?” you asked against Wonwoo’s lips as you began unbuttoning his shirt, and he chuckled lowly as he popped the first few buttons of your shirt open, too.

“It is, and this is the time when the school gets empty,” he murmured and pulled back to take a look at you, deciding to open the rest of your shirt buttons, too. Then he moved his hooded eyes to yours. “We’re safe.”

Once you had finished opening Wonwoo’s shirt, you smirked at him and pulled him closer from the tie that was now loose around his neck. “Good.”

Wonwoo’s lips tugged into a smirk, too, as he kissed you again, with even more passion and hunger than before, and placed his hands on your waist underneath your shirt. You shivered slightly under his touch, at which he chuckled softly. “Just relax.”

“How,” you breathed, your breath only growing heavier when Wonwoo slid his hands higher on your body, until he could slide his thumbs underneath your bra. “God.”

He pulled back and bit lightly on his lower lip as he looked down at you. “Should I just… slide the straps down?”

You nodded quickly, and so he slid the straps of your bra down until he could also drag the garment itself lower on your torso, until your breasts were easily reached. He grinned to himself and leaned down to brush his lips by yours again while his hands found their way to your breasts.

“Perfect.”

Wonwoo easily slid his tongue into your mouth while massaging your breasts, teasing your erect nipples just how you imagined him in your dream. You were almost painfully turned on, the pulsating need between your legs only growing more intense with his thumbs rubbing your nipples and his lips so sensual against yours.

“I… I need your touch,” you whispered as you broke away from your kiss, looking up into Wonwoo’s eyes almost shyly. Taking a hold of one of his hands, you brought it down on your body.

He swallowed hard and nodded in understanding as he, for the time being, placed his hand on your thigh that he then rubbed with his thumb. “I’ve got you.”

You leaned back a little as Wonwoo slid his hand higher up your thigh, until he could rub your slit through your panties with his thumb. Holding back a whimper, you shut your eyes and clung onto his shoulder with one hand while the other was resting on the desk.

“Damn, you’re wet,” Wonwoo mumbled, his voice thick with lust, and spent a moment just sliding his finger up and down your slit, feeling just how wet your panties were getting and taking note of how good it made you feel.

“That feels good,” you breathed heavily and forced your eyes open so that you could look at him. “But I need more.”

You could see his Adam’s apple bob, which made you feel a sense of self-satisfaction, which was just what you needed to be daring enough to slowly slide your hand down his upper body.

“I take it you could use some attention, too?” you asked with a meaningful raise of your eyebrows when your fingers had reached the waistband of Wonwoo’s suit pants.

“You’ve always been a smart girl,” he noted with his lips curving into a smile and let you unzip his pants and helped you get his cock out of his boxers. You swallowed hard as your hand met his half-hard length, and you gave him a tentative, slow tug. Wonwoo hissed and shut his eyes. “Yes.”

You bit down on your lower lip as you stroked him to full hardness without much trouble, your mouth watering at his size, but felt your composure crumble when he slid your panties to the side and rubbed your swollen clit with his forefinger.

“You’re doing amazing,” he breathed into your ear, grunting quietly as his hips bucked into your hand. “Good god, Y/N.”

“Please, Wonwoo,” you whispered with a whiny edge to your voice when his forefinger would merely tease your entrance instead of sliding in. He chuckled lowly and pressed his lips to your neck, and only gave you what you wanted when you bucked your hips against his finger impatiently.

“Okay, okay,” he hummed in amusement and straightened his back, looking into your eyes as his index finger began pushing into you slowly. “Like this?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you were finally getting what you had been after, and nodded eagerly. “Y-yes.”

Wonwoo nodded in understanding and leaned down to lock your lips in a series of kisses again, which effectively muffled both of your sounds as he fingered you with ease and you stroked him steadily. You were soaked, which he knew more than well, and so it didn’t take too long for him to be pistoning two and later three fingers in and out of you fast, the desk underneath you shaking about as much as you were.

You clung onto Wonwoo’s shoulder with one hand and stilled your hand on his cock, hiding your face in his shoulder when a wave of pleasure coursed through you, and he only stopped fucking you with his fingers when you suddenly shut your legs and took in a sharp breath.

“Close?” he asked huskily, panting a little, and looked down at his fingers, which were coated with a thick layer of your anticipation. You nodded in a daze as an answer to his question, and Wonwoo brought his fingers up, a playful grin on his lips as you moved your eyes to his fingers. “I wonder, what should we do about this…”

Much to his surprise you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and take his fingers in, sucking them clean of your own juices. Wonwoo bit down on his lower lip and thrust into your hand, cursing under his breath.

You let his fingers fall from your lips and smiled. “That.”

He nodded in amusement and blinked in surprise when you let go of his length and got off the desk. “What now?”

“I’m going to have to sit there tomorrow,” you pointed out with a laugh, referring to your seat, and began walking towards the teacher’s desk. You smirked at Wonwoo when you had reached it and bent over it, your cleavage as prominent as ever. “And this is a more stable surface anyway.”

“I see,” Wonwoo chuckled and followed you to the front of the classroom, bending down over you and bringing his lips to your left ear. “But you’ll also have to see this desk tomorrow and try not to think about what we’re about to do on it.”

You held back a moan when you felt his cock against your ass, and nodded. “I think that’s just going to make school more interesting.”

“Oh, you bet,” Wonwoo whispered in amusement and gave you a kiss on your neck before pulling back and reaching for his bag.

Curious, you turned to look at what he was doing, and clicked your tongue when you saw him casually flip out a condom from his bag. “Do I want to know?”

Wonwoo laughed, grinning so widely that his nose was crinkling in a way you had only seen it do a few times during classes, and shook his head. “One of my friends put it in my bag a while ago and I just never took it out.”

“And you’re sure it hasn’t expired?” you asked with a quirked eyebrow, and felt a sense of relief when Wonwoo nodded and showed you the condom.

“See for yourself.”

You moved your eyes from the expiry date to Wonwoo and bit down on your lower lip. “Then there’s nothing stopping us.”

He hummed and, once he had placed the condom on the desk, reassumed his position behind you and lifted your skirt up so that your lower body only had your panties covering it. Soon he pushed them down to your mid-thigh, however, and squeezed your ass with a quiet grunt. “Damn, Y/N…”

You held back a moan as he merely kneaded your ass for a while, his cock between your cheeks as his hips rocked back and forth. You could already feel your arousal starting to drip down your thighs, and grew impatient rather fast.

“Wonwoo,” you began pleadingly and looked at him with puppy eyes, “please fuck me already.”

He swallowed hard and let go of your ass to unbutton his pants, which fell to his ankles rather fast, at which he stifled a sigh: nothing to be done about that. Wonwoo then opened the condom packet and put the rubber on himself, giving his length a few good strokes while looking at you hungrily, taking in just how wet your pussy was, especially with you swaying your hips invitingly.

“Wait,” you said suddenly and stood up before turning around and sitting on the desk as a small grin spread to your lips. “I want to see you.”

Wonwoo smirked and raised his eyebrows when you got comfortable on the desk and spread your legs, having managed to get your panties off from one leg.

“I can’t say I’d be surprised,” he hummed in amusement and got closer to you, smiling against your lips as he kissed you. “Especially considering how much you enjoy looking at me on the regular.”

Your cheeks heated up - while he was right, your wish had a lot more to do with the dream you had had the night before that you were more than determined to re-enact.

“Ah,” Wonwoo mumbled suddenly, as though remembering something, and started taking his glasses off. You shook your head quickly and took a hold of his wrist, which caused him to look at you in surprise.

“Keep them on,” you said with a small smile, and Wonwoo raised his eyebrows. “They look good on you.”

His expression melted, and he lowered his hand with a soft smile on his face. “Alright, then. They’ll stay on.”

You grinned playfully and leaned back on the desk, propped on your elbows, and watched Wonwoo intently as he moved his cock up and down your wetness, gathering some additional slickness to it. When you wrapped your legs around his waist, he finally smirked and aligned himself with your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked huskily, looking into your eyes as his hands held your hips, and when you nodded, much more than ready, he finally pushed into you little by little.

You kept your mouth shut, but your sated moan was everything but silent as your eyes fell shut and pussy clamped down around Wonwoo’s length, and he breathed heavily, too, hardly able to hold back a grunt with how amazing it felt to be inside of you at last, surrounded by your hot wetness.

The fact that it was all forbidden only seemed to heighten the pleasure for both of you, and it was as soon as Wonwoo had bottomed out that you realized that it would be much, much more wonderful than it had been in your dream.

“Mr. Jeon…” you whispered, purposefully calling him what you always did in class, and moaned quietly when he instinctively moved inside of you at that.

Wonwoo wanted to, at the very least, hide: while he had been the one to tell you specifically not to call him that, having you refer to him as that turned him on. “Shit, please don’t.”

You grinned, mostly to yourself, and got your hands to Wonwoo’s chest, from where they slid up to his shoulders. “Sorry, I’m just messing with you.”

His lips tugged into a smile, and as he began thrusting into you steadily, he leaned down to kiss you desperately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, similarly as your legs were around his waist, and responded to his kisses, both for the intimacy and the attempt to keep your moans muffled.

Wonwoo breathed heavily as he fucked you, one of his hands roaming on your ass and thigh while the other began slowly moving from your hip to your chest, where he began playing with your nipple. Your breath hitched in your throat, and he chuckled quietly when you clenched around him.

“Aren’t you sensitive,” he noted amusedly while rubbing your nipple with the pad of his thumb, his hips meeting yours one smooth thrust after another, each of which hit all the right places inside of you. “I wonder how you’d react if I touched you somewhere else…”

You whimpered at the implication behind his words, and shook your head as your hips bucked against his. “Not yet, I don’t want to come too soon.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Wonwoo breathed and slid his tongue into your mouth with ease and began thrusting into you a bit faster and harder, by then certain that you were feeling good. You moaned into the kiss with nearly every thrust, and as the knot in the pit of your stomach started getting tighter, your legs began tightening around him, too.

“I-I’m close,” you whined as you broke away from the kiss and hid your face in Wonwoo’s shoulder instead, taking in the faint scent of his cologne. He grunted and slid his hand down from your breast, until he could rub circles into your clit while moving his hips back and forth, reveling in how good it felt on his end, too.

“Just let it go,” Wonwoo muttered into your neck that he was kissing sloppily, intoxicated by both your scent and how you felt, and chased his own high desperately. It didn’t take long for you to come around him, your back arching and your lips parting into a silent cry as your body convulsed underneath his.

He fucked you through your orgasm, and before long, he was coming into the condom, too, grunting against your neck as he held your thigh tightly, his other hand back to your hip as well. His hips continued rocking into yours throughout his climax, until they slowly came to a stop, which left both of you panting, still clinging onto each other.

As you both came down from your highs little by little, you caressed each other slowly, and eventually he pulled out of you and got the condom off, tying it before placing it on top of a paper on the desk so that he could dispose it better later.

“This probably shouldn’t become a thing,” Wonwoo panted, his lips against your neck, but his hands never left your hips.

You held his shoulder with one hand and played with his hair with the other. “This meaning us having sex, or us having sex in the classroom?”

He chuckled quietly and pulled up so that he could look at you and stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Us having sex. I’m still your teacher, Y/N.”

“But you’re a substitute one,” you mumbled with a small pout, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch. “Doesn’t your employment end at the end of this semester? And I’m going to graduate, too…”

Wonwoo blinked in surprise. “It does, actually.”

“So,” you began, shy yet playful, and grinned at him. “Would you like to see where this goes when the summer is here? Then there won’t be any obstacles.”

The kiss he gave you told you more than enough.

Wonwoo didn’t quite take pride in the few times that he gave in to you before the end of his employment at the school, however, one of which he actually was able to end in time after merely making out with you, but one of which ended, much to his shame, with you riding him on the backseat of his car.

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