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staring at the piece of paper that was kept on his desk, hoseok’s eyes were filled with confusion. his mouth went dry as he saw the amount of mistakes that were in his test paper. the amount of red crosses scattered over , the number of times the teacher had to correct his silly mistakes. ashamed, he snatched his result away from his desk so no one could see it. how would he face his parents after this? hoseok had promised them he would pass with flying colours but . . . hoseok had gotten such a bad grade.
with a look of distress on his face as he just stared down at his desk, paper in his hands— suddenly for him the buzzing classroom was silent , or maybe that was because his ears were tuning their chatter out.
how could this happen? he remembers studying hard for this maths test. he had. . oh.
he had left a few topics , thinking that those were unimportant. fuck.
“ whats wrong , mr. jung?” and at hearing the voice of his handsome and young teacher — Mr. Jeon, or Professor Jeon, he looked up, gulping slowly.
really, mr. jeon often had a stern look on his face. and hoseok remembers , the first day he had come here , mr. jeon looked so . . intimidating, until he actually got to know him - only to know that this young teacher was actually a softie inside, like a big baby trapped inside a fit , ripped man’s body.
but at the question, he shook his head, exhaling deeply , the look of regret in his eyes still not going away. this was the first time he had failed , ever, it was a surprise both to him and his teacher.
“ ah . . are you sad that you failed this test, hm?” and hoseok slowly nodded at that, again, looking up at his tall teacher. he always admired the other , from far away. and though the two almost never spoke personally due to hoseok being a good student — mr. jeon gave personal lessons to students who were failing.
“ well, next time, work harder. yeah?” and once more , hoseok nodded , mumbling a small ‘yes’ before mr. jeon patted his shoulders and walked away , talking to other students about their results.
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
another test happened , and this time too hoseok had failed. and right now, he found himself sitting in his teacher’s office, sitting right across him. a grim look on hoseok’s face, his expression showed genuine sadness — he had failed once again, he’d disappointed his parents , his dog even though mickey didn’t actually care about his grades.
clearing his throat, mr. jeon spoke, his expression unreadable. he was disappointed, because he knew that hoseok had the potential to achieve whatever he wanted — he just never did cause he never put effort into it.
don’t get him wrong, hoseok was a great student , a smart one too, who could easily solve difficult equations. he had the potential, he just didn’t put too much effort. “ can you explain what happened, mr. jung?” he asked, crossing his arms and staring at hoseok through his gold rimmed glasses.
“ i failed.” hoseok mumbled shortly.
jungkook sighed, a deep one. “ okay, and?”
“ i should.. try and work harder next time ?” he tilted his head to the side, wondering what mr. jeon was trying to say.
his teacher only stared back at him, eyes shimmering with an unknown glint. but somehow hoseok felt uncomfortable because of it, gulping nervously and shifting in his seat.
and maybe hoseok should get up and run out of there .. then maybe he wouldn’t be in this awkward, embarrassing situation.
“ you realise that , your final exams are coming soon and...” the other raised an eyebrow, as if hinting at something, adjusting his golden rimmed glasses.
oh.
hoseok finally understood, a slightly shocked look on his face, eyebrows raised and lips in a confused little ‘o’. with heat rushing to his cheeks, he let out a tiny gasp.
“ mr. jeon, are you implying that?-”
“yes, i am, hoseok.”
and with that, hoseok gasped once more. “ oh my god, you pervert !” standing up and almost making his chair fly off by the force , he still had the blush on his face as he huffed angrily, walking towards the door only to be stopped once again.
“ is that so mr. jung ? calling me a pervert when i have seen you looking at me like that. i wasn’t sure about it, until you started making it obvious that you— obviously, liked me.”
so he did find out.
with his hands behind his back as he stared at the older person with a look of surprise, being confronted just like that. feeling slightly more confident with a rush of adrenaline going through him, he walked even closer, looking down at his teacher who sat on his chair.
“ okay- okay, then? then what?” he inquired, tilting his head to the side. if they were to do something, spicy, what exactly would they even do?
jungkook’s lips curved into a slight smirk, as his hands rested on the smooth surface of the rosewood desk, fingers tapping to create a rhythm.
he too, tilted his head, more like mocking his student who asked him something. slowly speaking, he gazed at hoseok with an unknown look in his eyes.
“ and? what do you mean by that, hoseok? you tell me. what do you want me to do with you . . . ? i know you have some desires, don’t you?” jungkook spoke slowly, as if trying to test hoseok.
Hoseok thought for a bit, thinking a lot before answering. . . did he have some desires? yes , he did. but , what kind of desires did he teacher mean? was it what he wanted in life?
or was it sexual desire?
feeling slightly confident, hoseok slowly gave up, tired.
“ do you mean. . . sexual desires?”
“yes.” jungkook’s lips slowly curved into a cocky grin, hoseok gulped.
some time later, hoseok found himself sitting on his teacher’s desk - legs spread apart and fat cunt on display. although he first was a little shy in doing so, jungkook had convinced him with a little threat, it wasn’t /that/ bad, though.
between his long legs was the older male, veiny hands gripping the milky skin of his inner thighs, licking up a fat strip up his pink sex, pressing his face into it and whining so deliciously against the heated flesh.
hoseok wasn’t sure if it was the summer heat, or was it because of their body heats, but he felt so hot. so sweaty, panting softly - tongue lolled out, hands in jungkook’s hair, tugging ever so softly. he had slightly long hair too.
he felt so good, so nice, eyes shut together. his little feet which had white ankle length socks on them — thighs wrapped around mr. jeon’s face and ankles pressing into his back. he was under his skirt, eating him out, like there was
no tomorrow.
and whilst jungkook was having the time of his life in eating his student out — who he had been eyeing for a long time. of course, he didn’t just want to fuck him and then throw him away. he wanted to make the latter his, to call
him his. but he knew that because of hoseok being a student — and him being his teacher , they couldn’t do that. and of course, jungkook wouldn’t force hoseok into a relationship if the boy didn’t have interest in him. this would just be a small favour for his grades. nothing less, nothing more.
with one of his hands over his mouth, he wiggled his hips, pushing more of his pink - fleshy cunt into his teacher’s sinful mouth. the more hoseok thought about this, the more turned on- the more wetter he got, his cunt juices leaking down jungkook’s face and his own inner thighs even though he hadn’t cum yet.
“ oh oh my g-” jungkook increased his pace, tomgue flicking against the smaller boy’s chubby- sensitive clit, bringing his two fingers along side his clenching entrance, thrusting them in along side. he went as fast as he could, slapper hoseok’s inner thigh everytime he tried to have his way.
and god, hoseok just doesnt cum.
he gushes. he gushes lots and lots of pussy juice - or what jungkook sometimes likes to call pussy milk. he grins against the younger’s chubby pussy, his face completely covered - drenched in hoseok’s juices.
he whines, small sobs leaving his lips. hoseok is just needy, too needy. and the fact that he made a mess all over his teacher’s face and fingers, he just - he just gets even more horny, his own cum dribbling down his fat cunt lips, cold air hitting - a shiver running up his spine.
he wants more, but is afraid to ask. so he just, doesn’t let go of jungkook’s face which was trapped between his slim - milky thighs, until jungkook is forced to remove them using his hands.
“ you liked that? you liked my tongue eating your cunt out, hm? princess?” he asked in a hushed whisper, and hoseok blushed softly at being called princess. nonetheless, he nodded and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, wiping his tear stained cheeks.
“ loved it, sensei.”