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Jeongguk doesn’t know if Seonsaengnim planned this or if it really was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Four hours ago they were in an empty classroom at the end of the day, after everyone else had gone home, and Seonsaengnim asked him if he had any Friday night plans. Jeongguk never has plans (because plans are things you make with friends, and Jeongguk doesn’t have any friends), and he told Seonsaengnim so.
“Then why don’t we have a little adventure together, just you and me?” Seonsaengnim said, giving him that warm, inviting smile that drew Jeongguk in in the first place, twirling a lock of Jeongguk's wavy black hair around his finger and tucking it behind his ear.
“What kind of adventure?” Jeongguk asked, his heart starting to pound the way it always did when Seonsaengnim touched him–whenever he was alone with him, really.
“Go out for dinner somewhere nice,” Seonsaengnim said. “Have a bit to drink.”
“I can’t drink yet,” Jeongguk said, but he was biting back a smile. Seonsaengnim was like him, not much of a rule-follower.
“A sip of wine out of my glass won’t raise anyone’s eyebrows,” Seonsaengnim said with a sly wink. “We’ll tell people you’re my daughter and it’s your birthday.”
“But I don’t wanna be a girl,” Jeongguk said, his expression souring.
“You like being a girl for me,” Seonsaengnim said, and he laid his hand on Jeongguk’s bare thigh, slid it up so his fingertips slipped beneath the pleated hem of his skirt, the skirt his foster mother insisted he wear because he didn’t have boy parts. Jeongguk shivered.
“Tha’s diff’rent,” Jeongguk mumbled, looking down at his grubby white slippers dangling off the edge of his desk. He’ll be anything Seonsaengnim wants him to be, as long as Seonsaengnim wants him.
“Well then, we can let people think whatever they want,” Seonsaengnim said, lifting Jeongguk’s face up by the chin. “I’ll be Ssaem, and you’ll be my baby. How’s that?”
Jeongguk’s smile found its way back onto his lips as he nodded shyly.
Seonsaengnim took him to a Chinese restaurant Jeongguk had never been to before. It wasn’t fancy or anything, and even the other kids at his cheap public school would have laughed if he’d admitted to being excited to go there, but Jeongguk’s dad had been poor, his aunt and uncle were poor, and his foster parents don’t spend any money on him if they can absolutely help it. Seonsaengnim told him to order whatever he wanted and gave him a sip of alcohol like he promised, then as they were finishing up their meal, he leaned forward and said, “Do you have to get back home soon, or…?”
That was how they ended up here, in the lobby of a love hotel downtown. Even though it’s a comfortable nineteen degrees out, Jeongguk is wearing a jacket that Seonsaengnim had in the back of his car to conceal his school uniform and a face mask to hide his very obviously teenage features from the receptionist as Seonsaengnim checks them in.
“Name?” asks the receptionist.
“Kim Seokjin,” says Seonsaengnim, and Jeongguk blinks in surprise. He knew that was his teacher’s name because it was on his school ID badge, but he’d never heard it out loud before. He’s never thought of him by any other name than “Seonsaengnim.”
“Will you be staying the whole night or for a three-hour window?”
“The whole night,” Seonsaengnim says smoothly, though he glances sideways at Jeongguk as if to check that’s all right. Jeongguk gives him a tiny nod. He’s already going to be in enormous trouble with his foster parents; it doesn’t matter if he goes back home at midnight or tomorrow morning.
The receptionist hands Seonsaengnim a door card and wishes them a pleasant stay. Something about the normalness of it, the receptionist’s professional air and the formal, straitlaced atmosphere of the lobby has Jeongguk’s heart racing. It’s like when they meet in back hallways at school during lunch hour, with other teachers and students right around the corner and posters for club activities and school festivals lining the walls. The same thrill of breaking the rules, of making a decent place dirty just by being there. Of course, this place isn’t actually decent; like Jeongguk, it’s just putting on an appearance.
They board an elevator and when it shuts, Seonsaengnim turns to Jeongguk and gives him a conspiratorial grin. Jeongguk moves closer to him, pressing his body into Seonsaengnim’s and resting his cheek on his chest. Seonsaengnim chuckles and wraps his arms around him, kisses the top of his head, and says, “Are you excited, babydoll?” Jeongguk nods, his mask slipping off his face as it rubs against the collar of Seonsaengnim’s shirt. Jeongguk reaches up to fix it but Seonsaengnim unhooks the loops from his ears and tilts Jeongguk’s face up to kiss his lips, lingering there a moment as the elevator jerks to a halt on their floor and the doors slide open again.
Seonsaengnim takes Jeongguk’s hand as they step out into the hallway and says, looking down at the number on the door card, “I think I’ve actually stayed in this room before.” Catching the slightly indignant frown on Jeongguk’s face, he adds, “Alone, I mean. I came here sometimes before my wife and I separated, just to…get away.”
As always when Seonsaengnim mentions his wife, Jeongguk feels a little burst of euphoria in his tummy. That bitch couldn’t keep Seonsaengnim happy, but look who can. He grabs Seonsaengnim’s hand and swings it playfully, looking up at him with a charming smile.
“Never have to get away from me, huh?” he says, and Seonsaengnim chuckles and shakes his head.
Seonsaengnim unlocks their room and holds the door open for Jeongguk to go inside first, then follows him in. The door shuts behind them with a loud, satisfying ‘click,’ and just like that, the outside world doesn’t matter anymore. They’re here, together, just Jeongguk and Seonsaengnim, and they have the whole night ahead of them. Jeongguk feels himself getting hot under his jacket as he sets his battered black Converse by the door and wonders if Seonsaengnim can see his cheeks flushing.
“What do you think?” Seonsaengnim says, coming down the short entryway after taking his shoes off and reaching around Jeongguk to flip the lightswitch. Jeongguk looks around the sleeping area, which is decorated to give an impression of luxury and class, though the paint on the walls is peeling and the furniture is scuffed and shabby. It’s still nicer than most of the places Jeongguk has lived before, and the picture window on the far wall has an impressive view of the city skyline at dusk. Jeongguk, however, isn’t paying much attention to the details, because his eyes are almost immediately drawn to the huge, sumptuous bed right in the middle of the room.
“It’s nice, Seonsaengnim,” he says politely, as if his teacher is showing him around his own house.
“Your mind’s not on the decorations, is it, baby?” Seonsaengnim says with a low laugh. Jeongguk looks back at him over his shoulder and shakes his head, and Seonsaengnim smirks, curling his arms around Jeongguk’s waist and crossing his arms over his tummy. “So what are you thinking about?”
“Hmm, what am I thinkin’ about?” Jeongguk says, tipping his head to one side and biting his lip as if he’s considering his answer. “Thinkin’ about…what Seonsaengnim’s gonna do to me on that bed.”
“Oh yeah?” Seonsaengnim says, and he tightens his grip on Jeongguk, pushing his crotch against Jeongguk’s ass. “And what’s Seonsaengnim gonna do?”
“Fuck me?” Jeongguk says.
“Is that what you want tonight?” Seonsaengnim murmurs, brushing his lips against the soft skin behind Jeongguk’s ear. “You wanna go all the way with me?”
“Yeah, I wanna be yours,” Jeongguk says, slumping a little in Seonsaengnim’s hold as his legs get wobbly. Seonsaengnim nips his ear, breathes, “You got it,” then sweeps him off the ground, one strong arm behind his back and the other under the crook of his knees. Jeongguk giggles in surprise and wraps his arms around Seonsaengnim’s neck as his teacher carries him over to the bed. Seonsaengnim props one knee up on the mattress and lays Jeongguk down right in the middle of it, kissing him once before standing upright and loosening his tie. Jeongguk lies on his back for a moment and watches as Seonsaengnim whips the tie from around his neck and unbuttons his white dress shirt, pushing it off his broad shoulders and tossing it carelessly onto the small couch by the bed before pulling his undershirt off too. Jeongguk stares at him, fascinated. He’s felt those shoulders under his hands before, felt the ripple of his biceps and the toned plane of his chest through starched fabric, but it’s different seeing his teacher bare like this–still Seonsaengnim, but wilder, less contained. Jeongguk feels his body start to burn, almost itch with want, and he sits up and throws off Seonsaengnim’s jacket, then pulls his sweater vest off over his head. When his fingers begin working at the little buttons of his shirt, though, Seonsaengnim says, “Wait, don’t,” and Jeongguk freezes, the feverish desire in him suddenly turning to a boiling sense of shame. He’s going way too fast, acting like a slut. Seonsaengnim must be disgusted by him.
Jeongguk buries his hands in his lap and tries to apologize, but before he can get any words out Seonsaengnim is saying, “Let me do it for you, babydoll.” It takes Jeongguk a second to realize what he means, but when Seonsaengnim joins him on the bed, now wearing just his dark gray slacks, and reaches out to caress his cheek with an amorous smile, relief washes over him and he leans into Seonsaengnim’s touch. Of course Seonsaengnim isn’t disgusted. He wants Jeongguk too, that’s why he brought him here.
Seonsaengnim pulls Jeongguk’s head closer and presses their lips together, and his hand slides down Jeongguk’s neck to his chest, then lower to his waist. He keeps kissing Jeongguk hungrily as he tugs at the hem of his shirt to pull it out from the waist of his skirt, and once it’s free he shoves his hand under it, his palm sliding up the bare skin of Jeongguk’s belly and coming to rest over the thin cup of his pale pink bra. Pushing Jeongguk onto his back again, he leans over him, his kisses getting hotter and messier now, and squeezes his breast in his hand, saying, “God, I love your tits, baby.”
Jeongguk’s tummy bubbles with happiness. No one’s ever made him feel as good about his weird body as Seonsaengnim does. Sure, other men stare at him, ogle his chest with curiosity and poorly concealed lust, but Seonsaengnim worships him.
“Are they cute?” Jeongguk says, egging Seonsaengnim on. The man growls in response, yanks Jeongguk’s bra strap down his shoulder so his nipple slips out, and dips his head down to bite it lightly. Jeongguk yelps and then moans as the little ripple of pain morphs into a wave of pleasure, strengthened by Seonsaengnim’s tongue smoothing over the bite then circling around his little nipple, getting it hard and wet and slippery.
“Sit up, gotta get this off you,” Seonsaengnim says after a minute, pulling Jeongguk up again and practically tearing his shirt off of him, followed by his bra. Then Jeongguk is flat on his back again with Seonsaengnim on top of him, mouthing at his tits. Jeongguk puts his hands to the back of Seonsaengnim’s head, curls his fingers into his hair, and closes his eyes, arching his back and sighing blissfully as Seonsaengnim kisses and sucks him.
After a while, Seonsaengnim leans back and looks into Jeongguk’s dazed face, places a kiss on one of his hot red cheeks, and strokes his hand down his naked torso, reaching for the zipper on the side of Jeongguk’s skirt. He draws it down smoothly and pulls the skirt off Jeongguk’s hips, revealing the plain white underwear underneath. If his face weren’t already so hot, Jeongguk is sure a blush would show on it.
“I don’t have anything, y’know, grown-up, so it’s just…" he says apologetically. "It’s not sexy, ‘m sorry.”
“Whaddya mean, babygirl?" Seonsaengnim says, pressing another kiss to Jeongguk's tummy as he slides the skirt off his legs. "You think I don’t like you in your white cotton panties?”
“Do you?”
“Fuck yeah, babydoll,” Seonsaengnim says. “You look pretty in everything, and there’s something about these…” He trails off, tracing a line with his finger down the seam of Jeongguk’s crotch, over the little bump of his clit and between the plump lips of his cunt. Jeongguk’s belly flares with a tingly, glowing heat, and he lets out a little moan of pleasure. Seonsaengnim glances at him and says with a sly grin, “Does that feel nice?”
“Mhm,” Jeongguk says through sealed lips, nodding and sliding one foot up against the bed so his legs part a little, creating an open invitation for Seonsaengnim to keep touching him.
“You’re leaking right through them like that time in my office, remember? When you sat on my lap while I sucked your tits,” Seonsaengnim says as he accepts the invitation, rubbing the pads of his fingers languidly over Jeongguk’s clit through the thin fabric. “God, you were so fucking wet after that, you left a damp spot on my pants.”
“I touched myself when I got home afterwards, thinkin’ about Seonsaengnim,” Jeongguk says, watching his teacher closely for his reaction.
“Oh yeah?” Seonsaengnim says, and the new heat in his voice is a clear sign that the line worked. “Dirty girl made her pussy come thinking about my mouth on her pretty little tits?”
Dirty girl, Jeongguk thinks with an excited little shiver. Seonsaengnim doesn’t know the half of it. Seonsaengnim thinks he’s the first one to play with his tits, the first one to show him a grown-up cock, the first one to make him hot and wet and put naughty thoughts into his head. Jeongguk likes it, he likes that Seonsaengnim thinks he was pure before they met. If Seonsaengnim thinks that, maybe Jeongguk doesn’t have to feel so guilty about how dirty he really is.
“Yeah, mm, I came real fast,” he says. “Does Seonsaengnim do it too?”
“Do I think about you when I jerk off?” Seonsaengnim says, now grinding his whole palm in slow circles over Jeongguk’s pussy. “Yeah, I do. Y’know what I like to think about the most?” He moves his hand up to Jeongguk’s chest again and palms one little breast, kneading it gently between his fingers and thumb. “You sitting at your desk all shy and quiet and me coming up behind you and slipping my hand down your shirt in front of everyone.” Seonsaengnim takes Jeongguk’s nipple between his fingers, squeezes it and tugs it up slightly then lets it go so it bounces back with a little jiggle, flushed darker now and throbbing faintly. “I’d pinch your little nipples and make you cry but you’d have to hold it in because everyone was watching.”
“Seonsaengnim, that’s mean!” Jeongguk squeals, shoving him in the chest and clapping his hands over his tits, pouting.
“I wouldn’t really do it, baby, you know that,” Seonsaengnim says with a chuckle, stroking the hair off Jeongguk’s forehead and kissing him there. Jeongguk makes a little noise of acquiescence and relaxes, letting his hands slide down to his sides again, and Seonsaengnim moves his hands to Jeongguk’s waist. Hooking his fingers over the top of his panties, he says, “Let Ssaem take these off of you, huh? They’re practically see-through now anyway.”
He starts to pull them down, getting them just past Jeongguk’s hip bones before Jeongguk presses his legs together and curls away from him, blushing.
“C’mon, babygirl, lemme see you,” says Seonsaengnim coaxingly. “I bet you’re so pretty down here. You don’t need to be shy.”
Jeongguk isn’t sure why he is shy about it. Seonsaengnim has touched him there before, not just through his underwear but underneath it, slipping his hand in just yesterday when they were making out in a supply closet during lunch hour. And Seonsaengnim won’t be the first grown man to put his eyes on it either–that honor went to his uncle, who used to spy on him when he was showering and changing clothes. He never felt very pretty then, but if Seonsaengnim thinks he is, maybe it’s true.
Jeongguk lets his legs part, lifts up his bottom to let Seonsaengnim slide his panties down to his thighs.
“You shaved it?” Seonsaengnim says with surprise.
“Yeah, I thought–don’t ya like it?” Jeongguk says, panic flooding his body as he tries to interpret Seonsaengnim’s expression. He did it last night just in case Seonsaengnim wanted to go further with him after school today, though he hadn’t known just how far they’d be getting. He also hadn’t considered that Seonsaengnim might not be into it.
“Fuck, babygirl, I–yeah, I like it,” Seonsaengnim says, and Jeongguk feels the anxious tension in him drain away and be replaced by a preening sense of pleasure. “Spread your legs, lemme feel.”
“It was really hard and it took me a long time,” Jeongguk says proudly as Seonsaengnim strokes his fingers worshipfully over the smooth, soft skin on either side of his plush little folds. “Ajumeoni got mad at me for usin’ all the hot water.” Ajumeoni gets mad at him for a lot of things, though, so that didn’t really bother him. Anything was worth it for the look on Seonsaengnim’s face, the greedy touch of his fingers.
“And you did it just for me, didn’t you?” Seonsaengnim says. “Just for Seonsaengnim?”
“Yeah, just for you,” Jeongguk says softly, almost choked with happiness.
“It’s gorgeous, baby, just look at you, so smooth and soft and wet,” Seonsaengnim says, dipping his middle finger into the crevice between Jeongguk’s folds to feel for his warm slick.
“Is it pretty?” Jeongguk says, loving how Seonsaengnim’s fingers feel against his naked skin but impatient to hear that one word, the one he’s been hoping for.
“It’s so pretty, baby, so fucking pretty,” Seonsaengnim says. Jeongguk squirms.
“You–you wanna taste it?” Jeongguk says.
“Shit, where’d you learn that from?” Seonsaengnim says, shaking his head. “Yeah, baby, I wanna taste you. Lie down for me, spread your legs a little more.”
Jeongguk scoots his bottom down the bed and lies back on the pillows, letting his legs splay open so Seonsaengnim can get on his stomach between them. He curls his arms under Jeongguk’s slender thighs and tugs him down a bit more, and Jeongguk feels the damp warmth of his breath ghosting over his cunt.
“Gorgeous,” Seonsaengnim murmurs again, kissing him once just above his clit and then again just below it, right where he starts to split open. Jeongguk sighs and closes his eyes, his fingers curling loosely into the pillow beside his head.
Seonsaengnim starts out slow, almost teasing, pressing more slow, lazy kisses up and down the bare outer lips of Jeongguk’s cunt before flicking his tongue impishly quick against the soft wet folds between them. Jeongguk’s hands drift to his chest to play with his nipples as Seonsaengnim picks up the pace, licking up from the opening of his pussy to the underside of his clit, collecting slick on his tongue and leaving behind a pool of saliva that cools as soon as the air hits it.
“You taste so good, babygirl,” Seonsaengnim mutters, stroking up the same path with his tongue again before moving higher, licking lightly over Jeongguk’s clit. Jeongguk moans, rolling one of his nipples between his fingers and pushing his hips up to meet Seonsaengnim’s mouth.
“Yeah, that’s it, babydoll,” Seonsaengnim says, rubbing the wet little bud with his fingers while he takes a break to speak. “Let Ssaem hear you moan.”
Seonsaengnim puts his mouth to him again to lick his clit, harder this time, pulling back the hood with his thumb and pressing the tip of his tongue to the sensitive little head. Jeongguk lets out a little cry of pleasure, and Seonsaengnim gives a satisfied hum. Jeongguk feels the vibrations of it through Seonsaengnim’s lips as they close around his clit. Seonsaengnim sucks at him gently and gives him a light nip with his teeth, and Jeongguk gasps, flames of ecstasy leaping in his tummy at the stimulation. He never knew it could be this good, never had anyone before who cared how his body was feeling while they got themselves off with it. But Seonsaengnim cares. Of course he does.
Seonsaengnim spreads Jeongguk’s folds and prods at his opening with his fingers, and Jeongguk thinks he feels a fresh, hot rush of slick just from that. His teacher slips the very tip of one finger inside his hole, circles it around as if testing how tight he is, then pushes it a little deeper. Jeongguk tenses up for a second, surprised by the unfamiliar feeling, but Seonsaengnim strokes his rim and keeps kissing his clit until he relaxes to let him in.
“Never had anything inside you before, have you, babygirl?” Seonsaengnim asks, though he already knows the answer, because Jeongguk told him he was a virgin the very first time they kissed. I’ve never even put my fingers in, he had said with a blush. It was true, too, technically. His uncle had spied on him, taken videos of him, let his friends come over and use his mouth and hands and thighs, but Uncle was always wary of leaving physical evidence of what he was doing. Jeongguk's aunt had found out anyway, though. He can still remember her screaming–not at his uncle but at him, which is why he lives with the Ahns now. Jeongguk pushes the memory from his mind, focusing in on Seonsaengnim’s finger in his cunt, Seonsaengnim’s tongue on his clit. He gives an especially loud moan, forcing it a little, trying to crowd out the screeches of whore and bitch echoing in his head.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you, baby?” Seonsaengnim says, completely unaware of Jeongguk’s inner thoughts, conscious only of his pussy clenching and his clit twitching. “You feelin’ so good from Seonsaengnim’s tongue?”
“Yeah, ‘s so good, Seonsaengnim, please–” Jeongguk slurs, grinding his hips down against Seonsaengnim’s hand only to feel his finger sliding out of him a moment later. Seonsaengnim lifts himself up on his hands and knees and starts crawling forward, kissing Jeongguk’s belly right between his clit and his navel, then his quivering tummy, then one of his little breasts. Jeongguk whines, kicking his legs in indignation. “No, hey, c’mon, I wanna–”
“Greedy,” Seonsaengnim says, grinning and placing a peck on Jeongguk’s lips to shut him up. “I’m sorry, babydoll, I just can’t wait any longer, gotta fuck that sweet little cunt.”
“Seonsaengnim’s gonna take my virginity?” Jeongguk says, forcing the word out of his mouth even though it tastes like a lie. He doesn’t feel like a virgin, not the way you’re supposed to, not clean, not innocent. He hasn’t felt like that in a long time. But his virginity, the stupid, simple fact that no one’s actually put their dick inside him before, is all he has left, the only thing that hasn’t been taken away from him yet, and he wants Seonsaengnim to have it now, before anyone else can snatch it up. At least that way, Jeongguk gets to choose.
“That’s right, baby,” Seonsaengnim says, skating his fingers up and down Jeongguk’s side, making him shiver. “Gonna make you mine.”
“Yours…” Jeongguk says dreamily, gazing up at his teacher in a daze. He’s handsome, he’s smart, he’s clean, he smells like soap and cologne instead of beer and cigarettes. He smiles and makes jokes and his kisses are tender and passionate, and he chose Jeongguk and no one else. He wants him for his own, because he thinks Jeongguk is cute and pretty and worth something.
“Get it out for me, babygirl,” Seonsaengnim says, rearing back on his knees, straddling Jeongguk’s waist. Jeongguk reaches up with slightly trembling hands and pops the button of Seonsaengnim’s slacks through its hole, slides the zipper down, peels the pants off Seonsaengnim’s hips along with his boxers, and pulls his teacher’s hard, heavy cock free.
“Seonsaengnim is so big,” Jeongguk says, feeling a little bit dizzy as he grips it in his hand, just like he did the first time when he was on his knees under Seonsaengnim’s desk. “Gonna stretch me so much.”
“Fuck, you really know how to get me going, huh?” Seonsaengnim says with a feral growl. He dives down, dropping his hips between Jeongguk’s legs and smothering him with a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Reaching down to grab his cock and line it up to Jeongguk’s opening, he says, “Let’s go, babydoll, lemme in.”
“Wait, aren’t you gonna use a condom?” Jeongguk says, a little spark of worry flying off the blazing fire of want and need inside him.
“No condom, baby, I wanna feel you,” Seonsaengnim says, kissing his neck as he rubs his tip against Jeongguk’s rim.
“But–what if I get pregnant?” Jeongguk says, the electrifying buzz of arousal momentarily deadened by fear. “The Ahns will kick me out.”
“Don’t worry, honey,” Seonsaengnim says, pulling back and caressing his cheek, his voice returning to its normal, reassuring pitch. “If you get pregnant, Seonsaengnim will take care of you.”
“You will?” Jeongguk says. “Promise?”
“Promise, baby,” Seokjin says, nuzzling Jeongguk under his ear and fondling one of his breasts. “Let your foster family kick you out if they want. You can come live with me and we’ll raise our baby together.”
“Really?” Jeongguk says, his fear and worry giving way to a budding sense of euphoria.
“Maybe I’d take you out of school too, keep you at home all for myself,” Seonsaengnim says. “Would you like that? Staying at home and being my little secret?”
Jeongguk lets the idea sink in. No more studying, no more bullies, no more Ahns. Just him and Seonsaengnim together, alone.
“You’d really do that?” he whispers,
“Mhm,” Seonsaengnim says, dipping his head down to suck Jeongguk’s nipple as he continues rubbing his dick in the slick of Jeongguk’s pussy. “Oh, you feel good, baby, so soft and wet for me. Bet you’re gonna be tight, bet this little virgin cunt’s gonna squeeze me so hard…”
Seonsaengnim’s words call Jeongguk suddenly back to the present.
“It’s not gonna hurt, is it?” he says.
“Not too much, babydoll,” Seonsaengnim says, kissing his forehead kindly. “I’ll go slow and be really gentle with you, okay?”
“Okay,” Jeongguk says, taking a deep, resolute breath.
“Are you ready?” Seonsaengnim says, holding his dick in place again. “You ready to feel my cock in your little hole?”
“Yeah, ‘m ready, I want it,” Jeongguk says, nodding furiously.
“Okay, I’m gonna put it in,” Seonsaengnim says, and when Jeongguk closes his eyes, he says, “No, baby, look at me.” Jeongguk looks up into his face, feels his massive cock start to breach his hole, then he throws up his hands against his teacher’s chest to hold him back, crying breathlessly, “Wait!”
“What’s wrong, babydoll?” Seonsaengnim says, looking a little put out.
“You–you love me, right?” Jeongguk says, cringing in spite of himself, his cheeks hot with guilt and embarrassment for stopping things now to ask something so stupid. But Seonsaengnim says smoothly, as if he’s said it a hundred times, as if by now it could be taken for granted, “Yeah, I love you, baby.”
“Really?” Jeongguk says, amazed at how easy it was. It must be true if Seonsaengnim can say it like that, without thinking even for a second. Jeongguk’s heart swells and his cheeks get hot with a blush of happiness.
“Really,” Seonsaengnim says, smiling and pecking him on the nose. “Now can I put it in?”
“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” Jeongguk says.
“It’s okay, baby, don’t be sorry,” Seonsaengnim says, kissing him on the lips this time. “You know I love you. I love you. So. Much.” With the last two words he pushes his hips down, first one inch then two, forcing his dick into Jeongguk’s tiny virgin hole. Jeongguk holds his breath and bites his lip as Seonsaengnim shoves himself into him, and he clings to his teacher’s words like a lifeline, needing reassurance, needing to trust that this isn’t just about sex, that he’s not a dirty slut, even though his whole body feels reduced to nothing but the overstimulated nerves in his cunt.
“Fuck, baby, you feel amazing,” Seonsaengnim says. “Haven’t felt something this good in a long time. It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No, not really,” Jeongguk says, hoping it doesn’t show on his face how untrue that is. Actually it stings really bad, but he’s not telling Seonsaengnim that. He has to be good at this, he has to take it like a big boy or Seonsaengnim won’t want him anymore.
“Do you like it?” Seonsaengnim says with a rakish smirk. “You like Seonsaengnim’s cock inside you?”
“Yeah, it’s really–mm!–full,” Jeongguk says, gasping and panting through the words as his body adjusts to the size of Seonsaengnim’s dick. He doesn’t get it; he was so fucking wet before, positively dripping down Seonsaengnim’s fingers, so why’s it feel so dry now, skin dragging rough against skin as Seonsaengnim sinks into him? He wonders for a moment if it feels bad for Seonsaengnim too, but his teacher looks like he’s died and gone to heaven.
“Mmm, you’re just a tiny thing, aren’t you?” Seonsaengnim mutters as he finally comes to the limit of how far he can push inside. He circles his hips over Jeongguk’s crotch so his cock slides slowly back and forth without ever leaving him empty. “Your little virgin pussy that’s never had anything inside it before, stretching so much to take me in. You’re doing so good, baby, feel so good.”
“Am I really doin’ good?” Jeongguk says, finally feeling his cunt start to limber out as Seonsaengnim slow fucks him. The in and out motion brings some of his slick to the rim of his pussy, making the slide easier and making it feel more like how Jeongguk always thought it was supposed to feel–wet and sloppy and sensual, like the delicious, mind-melting kisses he and Seonsaengnim have shared before. The praise helps too, makes him all warm and soft, eager to take it all, whatever Seonsaengnim gives him.
“So good, babydoll,” Seonsaengnim groans. “Perfect.”
“Kiss me some more, Seonsaengnim?” Jeongguk says sweetly, wrapping his legs around Seonsaengnim’s waist and his arms around his broad shoulders.
“Of course I’ll kiss you, honey, I’ll kiss you all day, kiss you all over,” Seonsaengnim murmurs, mouthing along Jeongguk’s collarbone down to his chest, kissing each of his little tits, sucking at his skin here and there, hard enough to pinch him and make him squirm. He runs his hands up and down the undersides of Jeongguk’s thighs, caressing his soft, sweaty skin and hitching his legs a little higher so he can get his cock in deeper. As Jeongguk’s cunt loosens, Seonsaengnim starts fucking him faster, thrusting in hard over and over, grunting and moaning as he tears Jeongguk apart. Jeongguk tears up a little, not because it hurts anymore but because the sensation is overwhelming, Seonsangnim’s cock driving into him, the weight of his body on top of him, the coarse brush of his pubic hair against his swollen clit. When Seonsaengnim pushes Jeongguk’s legs back even further and changes the angle of his thrusts, there’s also a dizzying pleasure deep inside his cunt that pulses up through his clit and makes him want to scream.
“Ah, Seonsaengnim!” he cries. “Right there, that feels good!”
“Did Ssaem find your G-spot, babydoll?” Seonsaengnim says with a satisfied smirk. Jeongguk doesn’t know exactly what that means but he nods anyway, wanting Seonsaengnim to keep going. Seonsaengnim doesn’t slow down, he keeps fucking him at the same furious, insatiable pace, and the burning hot tension in Jeongguk’s belly gets more intense, hungering for release.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come soon,” Seonsaengnim groans.
“You gonna come inside me?” Jeongguk says, a little anxious but excited too.
“Yeah, babydoll, I’m gonna fill you up so good it’s gonna be leaking out of your little cunt when I’m done,” Seonsaengnim says. “You want that? You wanna be Seonsaengnim’s little cumdump?”
“Yes, please, I want it,” Jeongguk whimpers, hardly able to breathe with how hard Seonsaengnim is fucking into him.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Seonsaengnim says. “Gonna come so hard.”
“If you get me pregnant you’re gonna take care of me, right? You promise?”
“I said I would, baby,” Seonsaengnim mutters, resting his forehead against Jeongguk’s and whispering right into his ear. “Gonna keep you at home and fuck you anytime I want, make you my little wife. All mine, full of me…” Seonsaengnim barely seems to know what he’s saying as his hips finally stutter to a halt with his cock buried deep inside Jeongguk. “Fuck, baby, take it, take all of it. Fuck.” Seonsaengnim’s dick throbs, pushing against the walls of Jeongguks cunt as cum floods into him. Jeongguk can’t actually feel it, but knowing it’s there, knowing Seonsaengnim has claimed him like that, is enough. A strange feeling of elation rises in his chest, so strong it almost chokes him, so intense it almost feels like panic. The idea of having a baby terrifies him, but Seonsaengnim will keep him forever if it happens. Finally, finally, he’ll belong somewhere.
“D’you really love me, Seonsaengnim?” Jeongguk says as his teacher rolls them together onto their sides, his cock still inside him.
“Yes, I love you, baby,” Seonsaengnim says, slinging Jeongguk’s leg up over his hip and reaching down to finger his wet little clit. “You didn’t come yet, did you? Lemme make you come.”
“Ah! I’m really close already,” Jeongguk says, jerking his hips back in spite of himself so Seonsaengnim’s softening dick almost slips out of him. “Mmm, no, not there, not so hard.”
“You sensitive, babydoll?” Seonsaengnim says, rubbing his fingers hard directly over the head of Jeongguk’s clit. “Did Ssaem’s cock break your little pussy?”
“Ah, ah, ah, too much, that hurts!” Jeongguk cries, his body tensing up against the overstimulation.
“What if I just–?” Seonsaengnim says, moving his fingers gently up over the hood to massage the hardened little stem instead. “Yeah, there, is that better? You like that?”
“Mhm, like that, that’s–mmm!” Jeongguk moans, feeling himself about to tip over the edge.
“Ugh, the way you’re squeezing my cock, I’m gonna get hard again,” Seonsaengnim says. “Do you think you can handle Seonsaengnim fucking you twice in a row?” Jeongguk nods furiously, whining and moaning as his orgasm creeps up on him.
“You’re so good for me, Jeongguk, so good,” Seonsaengnim says, kissing Jeongguk’s face and continuing to rub him as he starts to tremble and squirm. “That’s it, baby, there you go,” Seonsaengnim murmurs as Jeongguk comes undone under his fingers. Before Jeongguk can ask, Seonsaengnim kisses his forehead and says, “I love you, baby. Love you so much.”
Jeongguk gives a little hum in reply, all he can manage through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and buries his face in the crook of Seonsaengnim’s neck. Seonsaengnim strokes his hair and holds him for a while, kissing him gently and whispering more praise, then finally he says, “Gonna take it out now, babydoll.”
Jeongguk nods that he heard, and Seonsaengnim pulls out of him. Now finally Jeongguk feels all the cum as it runs down to the loose opening of his cunt and starts to drip out.
“Fuck, your pussy’s such a mess, baby, it’s so hot,” Seonsaengnim says, gazing down between their bodies and fingering his warm, sloppy hole. “Look at you leaking my cum.”
“Feels so good,” Jeongguk says, stirring his hips and pushing a little to feel it burble out and run over his folds. “Are you really gonna fuck me again?”
“You want me to?” Seonsaengnim says with a keen smile.
“I wanna feel full, want more of you,” Jeongguk says. He curls his leg around Seonsaengnim to bring their body’s closer and slides his pussy against his teacher’s cock, his hole still feeling raw and overstretched but crying out for more anyway.
“God, baby, how can you say shit like that when you’re just sixteen?” Seonsaengnim says, grabbing a handful of Jeongguk’s ass to make him hump harder as his cock stiffens up again.
“I’m fifteen.”
“Fuck,” Seonsaengnim says under his breath, as if to himself, then he says to Jeongguk, “Yeah, baby, I’ll make you full again. Get up on your hands and knees for me.”
Seonsaengnim pushes him onto his stomach and swats his backside to get him into position. It’s not until Jeongguk feels the bed dipping down between his knees and he catches a glimpse of Seonsaengnim squaring up behind him that he guesses what’s happening.
“Wait, Seonsaengnim, are you gonna–?” Jeongguk says, looking doubtfully over his shoulder at his teacher. He’s not going to say no, not so soon after Seonsaengnim pretty much promised the world to him, but he really didn’t expect this tonight.
“Gonna what, babydoll?” Seonsaengnim says, cocking his head in confusion.
“Use my other hole,” Jeongguk mumbles, blushing.
“Ah, no,” Seonsaengnim says with a chuckle. “I just wanna do you from behind so I can see your pretty pink pussy.”
“Oh,” Jeongguk says, his shoulders falling in relief. “Okay.”
“That was cute, babydoll,” Seonsaengnim says fondly, craning forward on his knees to kiss Jeongguk’s round pink cheek. “You looked so scared for a second there.”
Buoyed up by the praise and feeling like he would do anything if it would make Seonsaengnim call him cute again, Jeongguk says timidly, “We could–if you wanna–sometime–”
“Something to look forward to,” Seonsaengnim says with a wolfish grin as he raises himself up on his knees to bring his cock level with Jeongguk’s pussy. “For now though, I’m gonna fuck this tight little cunt again.”
This time when Seonsaengnim slides in, there’s no pain, just the satisfying pressure of his cock filling him up. Jeongguk moans and lets his head drop down between his arms, arches his back to push his hips back against Sensaengnim’s crotch. Seonsaengnim gives a guttural groan as he sheathes himself in Jeongguk’s cunt, and when he bottoms out, his balls brushing Jeongguk’s clit, he stays there for a moment without moving, spreading Jeongguk’s asscheeks to get a good look at his pussy stretched taut around him. Running his thumb against the thin, fragile skin of Jeongguk’s rim, wet with cum and slick, Seonsaengnim says, "I want you to remember this, baby, how my cock feels inside you. Want you thinking about it in class when I walk past your desk, want you getting wet just imagining it."
"I'm gonna remember it, Seonsaengnim, I promise," Jeongguk says. He can't imagine ever forgetting this, truly can't even remember what it feels like not to have Seonsaengnim buried inside him. When Seonsaengnim starts moving, hitting the same spot as before that makes his clit tingle with every thrust, Jeongguk sinks onto his elbows and rests his head on a pillow, letting Seonsaengnim hold his hips between his hands to keep his ass in the air.
“Seonsaengnim, touch me again?” Jeongguk says, his voice a little muffled in the pillow.
“Touch you here? Like this?” Seonsaengnim says, reaching around to put his hand between Jeongguk’s legs, feeling for his hard little clit and stroking it when he finds it.
“Yeah, like that,” Jeongguk says, swaying his hips a little to cope with the almost-too-much stimulation from Seonsaengnim’s fingers. “Mmm, feels good…"
“You look so cute and sexy like this, babydoll,” Seonsaengnim says, bending over Jeongguk to kiss up his spine, from the small of his back all the way to his neck. He jerks his hips a little harder, forcing a surprised squeak out of Jeongguk. “Makes me wanna be a little rough with you.”
“You can if you want," Jeongguk says, eager to give Seonsaengnim everything he wants so he'll keep his arms around him, keep holding him, keep loving him.
“Really, baby? You want Seonsaengnim to fuck you up?" Seonsaengnim says. "I could make it so your little pussy’s sore tomorrow morning.”
“‘Cause it’s yours?" Jeongguk says, twisting his head around to catch Seonsaengnim’s eyes. "‘Cause I’m yours?”
“Yeah, that’s right, baby, ‘cause you’re mine, all mine," Seonsaengnim mutters, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk's middle and nuzzling his neck.
“You’re not gonna let me go, are you? Not gonna throw me away?” Jeongguk says. Not like my parents? Not like my aunt and uncle?
“How could I, baby? No one’s giving up on a pussy this good,” Seonsaengnim says, fucking into him harder and faster, like he’s trying to punch a hole straight through him. The force of it knocks Jeongguk’s whole body forward, makes the skin on the back of his thighs sting as Seonsaengnim’s legs smack against them. Jeongguk lets out an incoherent cry, clenches his eyes shut and grips the bedspread in both his hands, trying to focus on Seonsaengnim’s fingers rubbing his swollen clit rather than the burning friction of his cock pumping in and out of him or the pain of having his guts rearranged.
“Take it, babygirl, take my fat cock,” Seonsaengnim says, tangling the fingers of his free hand into Jeongguk’s hair as he hammers into him. “Gonna ruin your pretty cunt, ruin you for everyone except me.”
“Mmm, Seonsaengnim, it hurts–” Jeongguk whines, unable to stop himself.
“Hurts ‘cause I love you, babygirl, I can’t control myself," Seonsaengnim says, letting go of Jeongguk’s hair and putting his hand on top of Jeongguk’s to lace their fingers together. “Ssaem’s almost finished, honey, hang in there." Jeongguk sobs and nods his head weakly, and Seonsaengnim groans, "I love you. Love you. Fuck!” He slumps over on top of Jeongguk, his broad chest pressed against Jeongguk’s back, hugging him tight as he comes inside him again. Jeongguk whimpers in relief when the thrusting finally stops, and Seonsaengnim caresses his trembling body and covers his face with warm, soothing kisses.
“You did so good, baby, just perfect,” he says. Jeongguk sniffles, wipes his nose on the back of his hand, and smiles, and Seonsaengnim gives him one more deep kiss on the mouth before pulling slowly out of his throbbing, aching pussy. Noticing the way Jeongguk’s limbs are shaking, threatening to give out, Seonsaengnim helps him lower himself onto the bed, saying, “Here, lie down, let Seonsaengnim hold you.”
Once he’s lying comfortably on his side with Seonsaengnim spooning him, Jeongguk nestles his head into the pillows, closes his eyes, and sighs, clutching Seonsaengnim’s arm close to his bare chest.
“Do you feel different, baby?” Seonsaengnim says, running his fingers through Jeongguk’s thick, sweat-damp hair. “Now you’re not a virgin anymore?”
“I think so,” Jeongguk says, because he can’t really tell but he knows Seonsaengnim wants him to say yes. “I’m glad it was you.” That is true.
“Me too, babygirl,” Seonsaengnim says, squeezing him a little tighter and kissing him. He wraps his arm around Jeongguk’s waist and pushes his hand between his thighs to cup his pussy. “How’s your cunt feeling?”
“S’okay,” Jeongguk says. It still hurts, especially his peehole which feels like it’s burning, but the oxytocin from Seonsaengnim cuddling him is helping.
“Do you want Ssaem to finish you off?” Seosaengnim says, flicking his thumb over Jeongguk’s clit.
“Nuh-uh," Jeongguk says, shaking his head as he tucks himself more securely into the curve of Seonsaengnim's body. His clit feels numb, and the idea of coming again exhausts rather than excites him. More than anything, he just wants to go to sleep, cuddled up in Seonsaengnim’s arms. Seonsaengnim chuckles and moves his hand up to Jeongguk’s belly, rubbing his palm in an absentminded circle there.
“Do you think I’m gonna get pregnant?” Jeongguk says, wondering if Seonsaengnim is imagining him with a baby bump.
“Why are you thinking about that so much, babydoll?” Seonsaengnim says chidingly. “If it happens, it happens. Don’t worry about it now.”
“If I have a baby, are you gonna love it as much as you love me?” Jeongguk says, wriggling around in Seonsaengnim’s arms to look up into his face.
“I couldn’t love anyone as much as I love you, babydoll,” Seonsaengnim says, smiling and stroking his cheek. Jeongguk frowns, and Seonsaengnim, seeing he answered wrong, quickly says, “Yes, I’ll love your baby.”
“Promise?” Jeongguk says, tucking his head under Seonsaengnim’s chin with his ear pressed to his chest, listening to the steady, calming beat of his heart.
“Promise.”
SIX WEEKS LATER
“Seonsaengnim?” Jeongguk calls shyly as the last of his classmates leave the room after the final bell of the day. This used to be their time, when they would flirt and sneak kisses, when Seonsaengnim would get a little handsy and make Jeongguk blush and giggle. It was still like that for a few weeks after the love hotel, but not recently.
Seonsaengnim looks up from the stack of books and folders that he’s packing into his bag, and Jeongguk’s stomach churns. The way he looks at him now is different than it was before, more distant. It used to be that he had a secret smile ready for Jeongguk anytime Jeongguk called his name, used to be that he seemed excited just to hear his voice. Now his face is polite and attentive but completely blank, his eyebrows raised to show he’s listening, but no smile.
“Yes, Jeongguk?” he says, and Jeongguk’s anxiety intensifies. They’re alone, why doesn’t he call him “baby”?
“I need to talk to you about something,” Jeongguk says, feeling like he would if he were asking another teacher to give him an extension on an assignment.
“What is it?” Seonsaengnim says, straightening up and folding his arms across his chest loosely, clearly trying to look unaffected.
Jeongguk hesitates, swallows drily, then swings his school bag off his shoulder and reaches into it. He pulls out something small and white and hands it to Seonsaengnim.
“Jeongguk, what–?” Seonsaengnim says, looking down at the thing as if he’s never seen anything like it before, as if he has no idea what it’s for.
“It’s positive,” Jeongguk says, pointing to the two pink lines in the little window on the side.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Seonsaengnim says, a little sharply. He drops the pregnancy test down on the desk beside him as if it burned him, then gestures at it and says, “This isn’t–is this yours?”
Jeongguk nods. Seonsaengnim closes his eyes and mutters, “Shit.”
“The Ahns don’t know yet, but they’re gonna figure it out soon,” Jeongguk says, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, feeling like he’s babbling, especially since Seonsaengnim looks like he isn’t listening. “R'member you said–?”
“I know what I said,” Seonsaengnim snaps, opening his eyes again suddenly. Jeongguk starts back, his heart beating so hard it almost hurts, his ears buzzing a little, his stomach dropping like he’s in freefall.
“So I–I need…I gotta come live with you,” he says. “Like you said.”
“Jeongguk…” Seonsaengnim says, covering his face with one hand and tilting his head back.
“What?” Jeongguk says, trying to pretend like he doesn’t know what’s happening, even though every single cell in his body knows. “What’s wrong? You said–you promised–”
“Things have changed, Jeongguk,” Seonsaengnim says, dropping his hand down and sighing heavily.
“What changed?” Jeongguk says.
“My wife wants to get back together,” Seonsaengnim says. “She moved back in a couple weeks ago.”
“No, but–you don’t love her, you love me,” Jeongguk says, stepping forward and tilting his head prettily in the way Seonsaengnim always said he couldn’t resist. “Tell her she can’t come back.”
“That’s not–I can’t do that,” Seonsaengnim says, sighing again.
“But you promised!” Jeongguk says, grabbing Seonsaengnim’s hand, squeezing it tight as protection against the wave of panic that’s flooding his body. “You said I didn’t have to worry, you said you’d take care of me!”
“Jeongguk, keep your voice down–” Seonsaengnim says, pulling his hand away and holding it up like a shield, like a barrier between himself and Jeongguk.
“No!” Jeongguk says, stomping his foot, glad to have anger to push away his crushing fear. “You’re not s’posed to do this, you were gonna–You promised!”
“Don’t make a scene–”
“Seonsaengnim, you did this to me!” Jeongguk shouts, tears pricking at his eyes. “You have to help me!”
“Quiet down, please,” Seonsaengnim says in a heated whisper, looking like he might grab Jeongguk and cover his mouth himself. “Just–just calm down, let me think.” With that he turns away, and Jeongguk stands there for a moment, waiting for him to turn back around and tell him everything will be okay, that he meant what he said that night, of course he did. When that doesn’t happen, when Seonsaengnim doesn’t turn back to him, Jeongguk starts crying, sitting down in a chair in the front row of the classroom and hugging himself pitifully. Finally, when his sobs get loud enough, Seonsaengnim looks at him again, and there at last is something of his old manner–kind and soft, an expression he only ever shows to Jeongguk, no one else.
“Look, I know you were–we were hoping to be able to raise your baby together,” Seonsaengnim says, coming over to Jeongguk and resting his hand on his shoulder, “but that’s just not going to work out. I’m not abandoning you, though, okay? I’ll help you get rid of it.”
“Get rid of it?” Jeongguk says, looking up and swiping his sleeve across his eyes to clear the tears, unsure if he should take comfort in this or not. “You mean get it adopted?”
“No, I mean–an abortion, I’ll help you get an abortion.”
“You wanna kill our baby?” Jeongguk says, his voice breaking along with his heart.
“It’s not a baby yet, Jeongguk,” Seonsaengnim says, refusing to meet his eyes.
“It is too a baby!” Jeongguk says, slamming his fists on the desk in front of him, so hard it makes his wrists ache. He doesn’t care.
“No, no–” Seonsaengnim says, and it gives Jeongguk a strange kind of satisfaction to see him scared that Jeongguk will throw a fit, worried that someone will hear them.
“What is it then?” Jeongguk demands.
“A mistake!” Seonsaengnim says, throwing his hands down at his sides as if to shake something distasteful off of them. “Just a stupid fucking mistake.”
All of a sudden, with that one word, all the air gets knocked out of Jeongguk’s lungs. He slumps back in the chair, stunned, eyes wide open but totally glazed over, seeing nothing.
A mistake.
Just like him. The mistake that made his mom leave, the mistake his aunt made in taking him in, the mistake nature made when it put him together. All his life, he’s been unwanted, unloved, unloveable. Of course his baby is too. Why would it ever be any different?
“So you don’t want it,” Jeongguk says flatly, staring straight ahead of him.
“It’s not that I don’t–I just can’t now,” Seonsaengnim says. Jeongguk gives a joyless laugh and says darkly, more to himself than to his teacher, “No. No one ever can.”