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Hansol groans and rolls over in his bed towards the blaring noise of his alarm. He swats the nightstand next to his bed until his hand finally lands on his phone to swipe away the alarm. Fucking six in the morning already. He shouldn't have stayed up so long playing LoL with Seungcheol but you know what they say about hindsight.
He kicks off his blanket, letting out a small moan of pleasure as he does a full body stretch across his bed. He hates getting up so early, he is not a morning person in the slightest, but this was the only timeslot left available for the last communications class he needed to graduate.
Groaning again, he forces himself out of bed to get ready for his day. In record time, he brushes his teeth, changes clothes, and even makes toast before he's out the door by six-fifty. He would have been out much sooner if he didn't get distracted by his friends messaging their shared discord server and spending about twenty minutes bantering back and forth with Mingyu about why Kendrick is most defintely better than Drake on any given day. His class was at seven but could afford to push it when he lives on campus and its only around a seven minute walk to class.
His walk to the classroom was uneventful, which was the way he liked it. No one stopped to talk to him or walk with him to class (usually its always Soonyoung) and it gave his mind more time to wake up and prepare. Not only did he need to prepare mentally for a boring as shit subject he didn't give a fuck about, but he needed to prepare to see his professor he had the most embarrassing, juvenile crush on.
He made it to the front of his classroom with only a minute to spare.
“Choi.”
He jumped at the light voice that came from behind him. Fuck. He stares at the door in front of him before slightly turning his head just enough to see his teacher in the corner of his vision. “Mr. Boo.”
“You are just barely on time for my class.”
Hansol turns around to fully face the older man. His breath catches in this throat when Mr. Boo Seungkwan is entirely in his field of vision. His teacher was wearing a long sleeved v-neck, it's navy blue color nicely accenting his soft brown eyes. He shouldn’t look so attractive at seven in the morning. It was honestly unfair that someone could be so naturally gorgeous. He was a classroom distraction. How was Hansol supposed to pay attention to what he was teaching when all Hansol could do was look at the soft shape of his plump lips whenever he speaks?
He blinks at the slightly shorter man, forcing his evil thoughts away. Class hasn't even started yet. He cannot get horny right now. “It’s not seven yet," Hansol argues playfully.
“It’s about thirty seconds until my class starts.”
Hansol stares at him, a sly grin on his face. “I’m not late though.”
Seungkwan tsks in disapproval. “Open the door and get in my classroom. You should arrive to class on time and that does not mean right before I am about to teach.” Hansol turns around and does as he's told. He opens the door and goes inside, his teacher following behind him. He quietly walks past the rows of full seats to grab the only empty one that is, unfortunately, right in the front of the classroom. Great, front view to the subject of his wet dreams.
He takes a breath, forcing his heart to calm down. He's ridiculous, getting worked up so fast just from a quick conversation with his professor. Hansol had admitted to himself on the very first day of class that there was no hope for him when it came to Boo Seungkwan. One hour around the other man and he was fucking head over heels. It wasn't innocent crushing where he just feels flustered, he could handle that. No, Hansol was down horrendous for his teacher. He had no idea how he was even passing the class when he always spent most of it being horny and daydreaming about bending Mr. Boo over his desk and fucking him into it.
He already knew that today was going to be agonizing. Why the hell is his teacher wearing such a deep cut v-neck to teach? Okay, maybe it was just the average v-neck and Hansol’s horny mind made it seem like more. Whatever. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t focus. Class had already started less than ten minutes ago and Hansol had absolutely no idea what was going on. He's just going to resign himself to being completely fucked for today. He prays to whatever god was listening that his teacher wouldn’t call on him at some point in the period and inadvertently embarrass him because of his lack of awareness.
Hansol stares at the skin of his teacher’s chest that was exposed due to the cut of the shirt. There’s nothing he wants more in the world than to lick and suck that gorgeous patch of skin. He would start there and slowly trail his lips up Mr. Boo's throat, leaving little bites and kisses as he moves his way up to his lips. He would lick open the seam of the blonde man's lips and when he is finally granted entry he would use his tongue to explore every inch of the man's mouth until he knows Boo Seungkwan in and out-
“Hey.”
He turns his head toward the voice.
“Stop fucking our teacher with your eyes.” His classmate Junhui mumbles from the desk next to his. “It’s gross.” He turns attention back to the front where Mr. Boo is teaching.
Ah, was he being that obvious with his thirst? Hansol drags a hand down his face. This is going to be the longest hour of his life. He tries to tune into the lesson but he still ends up focusing more on Mr. Boo himself than whatever he was teaching.
Eventually, painstakingly slowly, the time went by and the class ended. Gun to his head, he could not tell you a single thing that came out of his teacher's mouth during the hour but Hansol could explain to you in detail the ways he thought of fucking his teacher.
Hansol rushes to put his things away. He feels himself half hard in his pants, hopefully not obvious enough for anyone to notice, but he isn't going to take any chances with that. He didn't have much out besides his textbook that he didn’t read or absorb any information from. He just had it open so he could play the part of a student while he, like Junhui said, fucked his teacher with his eyes. He slams it shut and shoves it into his bag.
“Hansol.”
He jumps slightly in surprise at the voice of his teacher. It doesn't escape his notice that Mr. Boo chose to use his given name for some reason. He spares a quick glance around the room, seeing that everyone else had left or was in the process of walking out the door. It was just him and his wet dream of a communications teacher. “Yes, sir?”
Mr. Boo waves him forward. Hansol obeys. He walks towards his teacher and stops at a safe distance. He isn't sure if he could handle being so close to the object of his lust when his mind has been a mess over him for the past hour.
“Choi.”
“Hansol,” he corrects. Now that he’s had a taste of hearing his name in Mr. Boo's cute voice, he wants as much as he can get. His name sounds so hot coming so casually from his teacher’s lips (calm down, dude).
His teacher stares at him for a second, seeming to think. “Hansol,” he says with some kind of finality. Seungkwan straightens up while crossing his arms over his chest and Hansol has to stop himself from chucking at the sight of what he thinks is his teacher trying to seem intimidating.
Someone as snarky and pretty as Boo Seungkwan gives off the vibe that he would be demanding of power in the bedroom but Hansol has full confidence that he could grab Seungkwan by his surprisingly tiny waist and bend him over the nearest flat surface. He revels in the fact that he's almost one hundred percent sure that his teacher would let him. Seungkwan is powerful, Hansol is not denying that, but he also feels in his soul that the older man would fold so quick under a skillful mouth around his cock.
“Hansol! Are you on earth with us right now?”
Hansol focuses back on reality and to the man in front of him. Holy fuck. He was being so obvious. He cannot let his thoughts go in that direction, especially not when he's right in front of the man.
Seungkwan sighs. “This is what I'm talking about”
Hansol feels his face heat up in embarrassment. He clears his throat. “Sorry, sir. What did you need from me?"
“What’s going on with your attention span recently?” His teacher holds his gaze, waiting for an answer.
“I’ve just been very distracted recently.”
“Distracted? By what? What is distracting you so much? Your eyes are always up front and looking at me so I know you see me teaching but you don’t seem to be retaining any of the vital and important things I’m up here teaching you.”
No way in hell would he ever tell him the truth. Torture couldn’t even get that kind of information out of him. He would rather die. “I have a lot of thoughts going on in my head," Hansol settles on saying. Broad statement. It could mean anything.
His teacher scoffs disappointedly. “Everything is going on in your pretty, little head besides my lesson, huh?”
…What?
Did his teacher just call him pretty?
Pretty.
He can't help but vocalize his confusion. “What?”
“What?” Mr.Boo parrots back.
“You…uh…,” Hansol can feel himself getting hot again. He has to leave. He needs to go somewhere that isn't this classroom. He's hot and he can feel full force arousal burning in his gut from that one simple word. He politely bows his head. “Thank you for your concern, but I am fine. I have another class after this so I should leave.”
That's a lie. This is his only class for today but he needs to escape this classroom and get far away from his teacher. His teacher that thinks he’s pretty.
“Okay. Make sure you get your head together before our next class. You never know when I'll spring a random test on you guys to make sure you are paying attention to what is being taught."
“Yes, sir. Thank you. I’ll be going now.” He bows his head again and tries not to practically run to the door.
He has a hand in his pants as soon as he gets into his bedroom. He has to get off. His dick is so hard. The man he's been obsessed with for over half a year just called him pretty. What the fuck does that mean? Is there a platonic way to call someone pretty? There is no way he was just being nice. What kind of teacher just randomly uses the abjective pretty to describe his students.
He runs his hand up his already wet cock. There's also no way he wasn't showing in the classroom or on the way back to his dorm because his cock is so fucking wet and painfully hard. Insane how just one little compliment from his teacher can send him into a horny frenzy. He moans as he strokes himself. He feels like he's dreaming, as if his whole class period today was another one of his wet dreams and he would wake up at any moment. He squeezes the head of his dick tightly as he fucks into his fist. He wants to fuck his teacher so badly. Never in his entire life has he felt lust like this. And now his teacher had to make it worse by calling him fucking pretty.
Hansol would fuck him so good. He would have Seungkwan writhing in pleasure as he fucked into his tight hole. Seungkwan would scream his name as he made him come over and over and over until the other man couldn't physically take it anymore. Until he begged him to stop from overstimulation.
He can't help but think even deeper on this hypothetical situation. Would Seungkwan beg him to stop, or would his teacher take his cock until he had tears in his eyes from being raw and oversensitive. He likes to believe his teacher was secretly slut. Who else would wear a v-neck sweater to fucking teach? Seungkwan was a confident man. There is absolutely no way that his teacher didn't know his own sex appeal. He was flaunting it and it drove Hansol mad.
He imagines fucking his teacher in that shirt, pounding into him and running his hand under the shirt to play with his nipples. He would tease them and pinch them until they perked up and then he would tear the shirt off of the man and attach his mouth to one of the buds. He would keep going until Seungkwan cried out his name for more. He can hear it in his ears, "Hansollie, keep going! M-More!"
Fuck.
Hansol stares at his release dripping down his hand. He was fucked. He was absolutely, without a single doubt, fucked.
He sighs and takes a minute to collect himself before trudging shamefully to the bathroom to wash his hands. He looks at his face in the mirror. His teacher thought he was pretty. Mr. Boo Seungkwan, a living and breathing gorgeous god on earth, found him attractive. God, he needs to stop or he's going to get hard again. He splashes his face with cold water, trying to break his thoughts and wash off the sins of lust on his mind. He has no idea how he is going to face the man from now on without blushing and probably getting hard in his pants.
Hansol throws his dirty sock in Seungcheol's face.
"Dude!" His friend gags and throws the sock right back at him. "If you are going to take your socks off, don't fucking throw them at me!"
Hansol laughs. "That's for cheating and being an ass about your win."
"I didn't cheat at Tekken! I'm literally right next to you. How could I cheat!"
"You didn't have to rub it in!" Hansol takes his other sock off and chucks it at Seungcheol's head. The other boy screams and dodges right in time.
A voice comes from the hallway. "Children, no need to fight over video games." Jeonghan walks into the room with his hands on his hips like a disappointed mother.
"Babe!" Seungcheol gets up from his position on the floor and runs over to his boyfriend to hide behind him. "Hansol is being a sore loser and commiting biological warfare."
Jeonghan giggles. "My poor boy." He turns to face Seungcheol, winding his arms around his shoulders and leaning into the broader man. "My poor, poor, boy. What ever shall I do to protect you?"
The lewdest grin appears on Seungcheol's face. "We can kick him out." Seungcheol leans down to kiss Jeonghan, and Hansol swears he sees a slip of tongue.
Seungcheol is actually being an ass now. Rubbing his relationship in Hansol's single face. "Hey, I'm literally right here! Don't fuck each other in the same room as me!"
Jeonghan scoffs, turning his head around to send Hansol a playful glare. "We aren't fucking yet. This is just the foreplay."
He doesn't understand why he keeps choosing to hang out at their apartment when they are continously so disgusting. "Ugh. Can you guys keep your hands off each other for one second?"
Seungcheol pulls his boyfriend into a hug and rests his head on the man's shoulder to look over at Hansol. "Don't act like you wouldn't also be gross if you could get your hands on Mr. Boo."
Hansol feels his face pale. "W-what are you talking about, dude!"
Jeonghan full on cackles. "Right? You are just mad you can't fuck the man of your dreams and you are taking it out on people who can."
Hansol feels a flame of blush light up across his cheeks. He turns away from them and back to the game over flashing on the screen. Since they are already on the topic of Mr. Boo, it can't hurt to bring up what happened today. There's just no way he's going to be able to say it while facing them. The couple will never let it go if they knew just how red his face was right now.
"He…he…uh today Mr. Boo," He clears his throat and forces the words out from where they are stuck inside. "Mr. Boo called me pretty today."
He waits a few seconds for a response. Probably a twenty seconds of the most awkward silence of his life goes by before he hears both men behind him burst out into laughter.
He spins around the face them, whine already on his lips. "Guys! Come on!"
Seungcheol calms down first. "Sorry, dude. Didn't mean to laugh at you like that. It's just that's the last thing I expected you to say."
"Yeah," Jeonghan agrees. "Mr. Boo is known as the sweet but also hardass kind of professor. Like he's kind enough but he also takes shit from no one so I guess we just kind of assumed that he wouldn't blantantly flirt with a student."
Seungcheol's brow furrows. "Are you sure he was flirting with you? Mr. Boo cares a lot about his image. He's always so put together and pristine. Are you sure it's not just your insane crush on him making you see things that aren't there?"
Seungcheol takes a step foward and Hansol feels like he's being cornered by his two friends. "I never said he was flirting with me. You guys said that!"
Seungcheol and Jeonghan share a look. "You don't think he was flirting?" Jeonghan smirks evily. "Why else would you tell us this happened today? Aren't you looking for your two best friends to enable your delusions?"
Seungcheol sits back down next to Hansol and throws his arms around him with a laugh. "Yeah, Sollie."
"You two are not my best friends!" Hansol playfully bites Seungcheol's arm. The older man yells and pushes him away, leaving Hansol spread out on the floor and cackling.
"Hannie! You saw that shit, right? Our dongsaeng is so mean to me!" If Seungcheol pouted any more, his lips would fall off.
Jeonghan only rolls his eyes in response. "Both of you are such a handful. Anyways Sol, are you hoping he was flirting with you?"
Hansol bites his lip as he takes a split second to think. He does want Mr. Boo to flirt with him. He wants Mr. Boo to flirt with him, and smile at him, and kiss him, and let Hansol undress him and-
"Yeah," he croaks out to cut off his own thoughts.
Jeonghan hums. "You know you could go for it."
"Oh, you totally could, dude," Seungcheol chimes in from next to Hansol where he's still spread out on the floor.
Hansol shakes his head. "What if it ruins everything?"
Seungcheol lightly pushes him with his foot. "What if it makes everything better?"
"I think you should go for it." Jeonghan makes his way over to plop down inbetween the two boys. "He called you pretty also he's only like ten years older than you."
A few weeks have passed since the 'pretty' incident and something had slowly changed between the two. Hansol doesn't really know exactly when it all became different, all he knows is that things are different between him and Seungkwan. There are lingering touches, bold compliments, and lots of eye contact. Hansol can barely contain himself anymore. He has no doubt in his mind that his teacher was absolutely flirting with him.
Today, he leaned down into Hansol's space at his desk and whispered into his ear, "Nice job on your test yesterday, pretty boy." That was his final straw. He refuses to play this game with the older man any longer. Almost a month of this flirting was long enough. He was about to burst at the seams.
He waits until the rest of his classmates leave the class before approaching the older man. "Seungkwan."
Seungkwan freezes, stopping his task of cleaning up his area after the lecture to slowly turn around to face Hansol. He looks at his student warily. "Yes, Hansol?"
He says nothing as he walks the short distance from his desk to the whiteboard. Hansol stops only a step away from his teacher, crowding him against the desk. The closeness forces Seungkwan to look directly at him. All Hansol has to do is lean in and close the gap and he would be kissing him. But he can't do that here. Not in the classroom where the door was unlocked and anyone could walk in at any moment. He ignores his teacher's question and asks his own. "Do you have another class after this?"
Seungkwan furrows his brow in slight confusion. "What? Why?"
Hansol stares down at the man. "Do you?"
They are so close that he can hear his teacher swallow before answering. "No. I don't."
Hansol stares at him a moment longer, openly gazing at the man's reddening face, before taking a few steps back. It's all or nothing. "Meet me at my dorm in twenty minutes. I live in the east building at dorm 1-5. If you don't show up then let's pretend this never happened." He turns, not waiting to see the man's reaction, and leaves the classroom.
He practically runs back to his dorm to quickly wash up. He ignores his hardening cock as he showers, lathering up every other inch of his body. He hopes to god his teacher shows up. If he doesn't, Hansol will drop the class out of mortification. Okay, he actually won't do that but he will be in mortifying agony every class.
There was no way Seungkwan wasn't interested in him. It all started with that day he called Hansol pretty but it's been building ever since then. He catches Seungkwan's gaze more as he stares at him, he notices each time Mr. Boo accidentally brushes his fingers across the back of Hansol's hand when he hands back graded work, and he gets called pretty more often in hushed whispers. Seungkwan finds him attractive and Hansol isn't sure why his teacher had a shift in attitude and decided to be more bold but he's not going to question it or complain. He's just going to hopefully finally fuck the other man.
Hansol throws on some sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, clothes he can easily take off and get out of so he can fuck his teacher as soon as possible. He checks the time. Seungkwan still has five minutes to show up-
Three knocks sound from his front door.
Oh, fuck. This was it. Seungkwan chose to come over. Hansol can feel himself straining against his sweatpants. He's already so hard and he's vibrating in arousal. He takes a deep breath to steady his jittery nerves and opens the door.
"This could be the worst decision I've made in a long time but-"
He doesn't let his teacher finish. He grabs the older man and pulls him directly into his dorm. Immediately, he has Seungkwan shoved up against his door. "Don't worry about it. Don't worry about anything," he breathes into the man's ear. "I know what you've been doing," he tightly grips Seungkwan's shoulders so he can ground himself in the reality of this moment. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you." Hansol runs his tongue along the shell of his teacher's ear and grins when he feels the other man's body shudder. "This is what you wanted right? Please tell me this is what you wanted." He hates the whine in his voice, the undertone of begging, but he can't help it.
Seungkwan breathes heavily into the small space between them. "I guess you caught me." His teacher reaches up to grab Hansol's face, turning his head so they can stare into each other's eyes. "You started this, Hansol. You think I never noticed how you look at me with want in your eyes? I noticed it on our first day of class. The way you would undress me with your eyes. You did everything but drool over me."
Hansol's whole body is vibrating with need. He wants this beautiful man so fucking bad. He leans down until their lips are only a whisper apart. "Why, Seungkwan? Why did you start flirting with me in class?"
"I wanted to see if you had it in you to do something about it, or if you were just going to keep fucking me in your fantasies."
Hansol smashes their lips together. He slips his tongue out and presses it against the seal of Seungkwan's lips, asking for permission. Seungkwan opens up beautifully and without hesitation, moaning as Hansol laps at the inside of his mouth like he was starving.
Hansol has been waiting so fucking long for this moment. He's dreamed of it many, many times and now it's actually happening. He's not going to waste any time. He pulls back enough to break the kiss, their lips separating with a wet sound. Seungkwan leans forward to chase his mouth, eyes dazed with arousal. God, Seungkwan looks so pretty, so fuckable. He needs to fuck him now. He grabs Seungkwan's hand and leads him to his bedroom.
Hansol pushes his teacher onto the bed. "Take off your clothes," he says as he fights to rid himself of clothing.
Once Seungkwan is fully undressed, Hansol takes a moment to admire the view. He looks like a dream, like someone too perfect and gorgeous to exist in real life. He needs to touch Seungkwan. He hurries to crawl on top of the older man, reattaching their mouths as he drags his hands hungrily down Seungkwan's soft body. He's perfect. His dreams weren't even close to imagining just how sexy Seungkwan's body actually was. "You are so hot, Mr. Boo," Hansol breathes into his mouth.
"Don't call me that here!" Seungkwan pulls back, his face red as a tomato.
"Seungkwan-ah," Hansol snakes his hand down Seungkwan's body. His fingers circle around a nipple, pinching the bud when his teacher gasps, before moving all the way down to his hole.
His wet hole.
Hansol stops. "Did you prep yourself before coming here?"
Seungkwan's face burns hot. "W-Well, yeah."
Hansol groans and swears his dick twitches. "How did you have time?"
"I did it in the bathroom outside my classroom," Seungkwan whispers, afraid to speak the words too loudly. "I've been keeping a bottle of lube in my bag just…just in case."
Hansol has to take a minute to breathe and calm down before he comes right fucking there on the spot. He still can't believe any of this is happening right now. His wet dream of a teacher is below him, breathing heavily in arousal, waiting for Hansol to fuck him into oblivion.
He should do that now. He slides two fingers into Seungkwan's hole, thrusting them in and out and feeling the hole tightly grip the digits. Seungkwan pants against his neck, letting out little moans as Hansol increases the speed of his fingers' thrusts.
"Quit...ahhh...quit messing around. I'm already prepped enough! Just...haah shove your cock into me."
Hansol lets out a breathy laugh. "You don't have to ask me twice." He removes his fingers and grabs his length, lining it up with Seungkwan's entrance before plunging in.
Seungkwan moans. "Oh fuck, Hansol."
Hansol places his hands on either side of Seungkwan's head to steady himself as he rocks into his teacher. He fucks with precision, setting a good pace and hitting Seungkwan's prostate on every other thrust. Hansol was so impossibly horny. He knew he wasn't going to last very long, not with the way Seungkwan's hole was swallowing and gripping his cock. He never knew sex could feel this amazing, and with the way Seungkwan was mewling on every thrust, he knew the man felt the same.
"Oh, fuck." Seungkwan's hands twist into the sheets. "Oh my fucking…oh god!"
Hansol grunts as he angles himself to hit Seungkwan's prostate on every thrust. He doesn't want to draw this out. They can fuck slower another time. All he can think about now is coming inside of his teacher.
He feels his abdomen tighten up as he nears orgasm. Hansol leans down onto his elbows, covering Seungkwan with his entire body. The other man lifts his legs higher to wind them around Hansol's waist, keeping him locked in, forcing him to thrust harder.
"Hansol!" Seungkwan screams as his cock comes untouched against Hansol's stomach, his whole entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Hansol isn't far behind. He does one final, harsh thrust before releasing into his teacher. His arms immediately give out and he has enough brain still left to make sure he falls next to Seungkwan and not on top of him.
He leans against Seungkwan's side, trying to breathe through the aftershocks of his orgasm orgasm before speaking. He takes one last breath and scoots back enough so he can look at the sweaty man next to him.
"Holy shit," Seungkwan breathes out. "For a quick fuck you sure did an amazing job."
Hansol lets a smile rise on his dopey, post-orgasm face. "Does this mean I get A's for the rest of the year?"
Seungkwan slaps him playfully on the chest. "Not a chance."
Hansol giggles. "Okay…but where do we go from here?"
Seungkwan hums. "We can talk about it later. Get a good few minutes of rest because I want to ride you next."
The speed of which Hansol's dick gets hard again so soon after coming is almost comedic.