I'ma BIGGGGGG Sucker For This Trope For Some Reason Even Tho I Do Not Condone Irl. BUT GAHDAM THIS WAS

I'ma BIGGGGGG sucker for this trope for some reason even tho i do not condone irl. BUT GAHDAM THIS WAS HOT AS HELL. MEANIE PROF CHAN YEZ PLS

Sex Education

Genre: teacher!Chan, legal student!reader, smut

Warnings: teacher x student relationship, unprotected sex, size kink, corruption kink, cunnilingus, slight spanking, praise kink, cockwarming

Request: no

Member: Chan

Y/N sighs as she opens her textbook. She's never been one to care about her sexual status - in fact, she never even thought about it until today.

The entirety of lunch, her friends had been making fun of her for still being an "angelic virgin", as they put it - they were all extremely sexually active, and for some reason after being made fun of it for the better part of an hour, Y/N can't stop thinking about it.

She doesn't know whether she's upset or not about all the teasing … all she knows is she's been clenching her thighs together ever since she got to her last lesson, and she has no idea why.

Y/N watches as Mr Bahng walks into the classroom. She can't help but let her thoughts wander as her gaze lingers on her math's teacher smart appearance; is he sexually experienced like all of her friends? For some reason she can't imagine him going home and having sex with anyone …

She clears her throat and violently shakes her head. No. She can't be thinking such explicit things about a teacher … that's completely inappropriate. Clearing her mind, Y/N looks down at her book as her thighs tighten under her desk, and she's unaware of her teacher's gaze on her.

It's not long before the last lesson finishes. Y/N is slipping her books away into her bag in a daze when Mr Bahng's soft voice calls out to her.

"Y/N? Can you stay behind after class, please? There's something I want to discuss with you," Mr Bahng says, leaning back in his seat. His slender fingers casually spin a pen around, and Y/N is taken aback at his request. Am I in trouble?

She does as he says, despite the strange looks from her classmates. Her friends cock their heads to the side, questioning her with their eyes.

Y/N shrugs. "Just go on without me. I'll text you."

They leave the room and soon Y/N is alone in the classroom with her teacher. She zips her bag up and is unsure whether she should get up and go to his desk or not; she's saved further pondering when Mr Bahng gets up from his seat and walks over to her.

Y/N can't help but gulp as he approaches her. He's always intimidated her; intense gaze, perfectly slicked back hair, crisp white shirts, their sleeves rolled to the elbow - his forearms are lightly veined and she can't help but stare as he tucks his hands into his pockets, his blazer left on the back of his seat.

She watches as he reaches the desk next to hers. He pulls out the chair and spins it around before sitting down on it, his arms leaning against the top of the back rest.

"Don't worry," he suddenly says, and a small dimple flashes in his cheek as he smiles. "You're not in any trouble."

"Oh," Y/N says faintly. He's so close to her that she can smell his cologne; it's woody and fresh, with an intoxicating base layer of sweet warmth. Y/N feels strange. She doesn't know whether it's because being anywhere near a man has always intimidated her because her father left, or because of another reason.

She clears her throat and smooths her skirt over her rigid thighs.

"I noticed you looked a little down earlier," Mr Bahng says. "You're always quiet, but today you seemed like there's a lot on your mind. Just wanted to ask if you're okay?"

Y/N blinks at him. She's unfamiliar with this sort of thing - an adult, asking how she is? She doesn't remember the last time anyone asked her how she was; she gulps, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm fine, sir. Just … tired," Y/N says. She tries for a smile - it must falter because Mr Bahng looks at her with slight pity that makes it hard for her to breathe.

He leans back against the desk, watching her intently. "Y/N, this is a safe space, okay? I'd like it if my students felt comfortable enough to confide in me … about anything. It doesn't have to be school related, it can be about anything that's bothering me. You can tell me anything, okay?"

Y/N nods. She's unsure what else one would say in such a situation.

Especially since the man's voice is doing strange things to her stomach. Things she's never felt before.

"So … what's bothering you?" Mr Bahng asks.

"I don't know … " Y/N bites her lip. Should she tell him?

Mr Bahng raises an eyebrow, willing her to go on.

So she takes a deep breath and looks down at her knees under the desk. "I'm a virgin," she blurts out, and Mr Bahng's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. "And my friends make fun of me for it."

He's not sure what he was expecting, but this was definitely not it. Mr Bahng doesn't know what to say for a moment, temporarily robbed of his words. He shifts position; something about those three words are doing things to the comfort of his trousers.

"Oh?" Mr Bahng lets out a quiet chuckle. "I uh … wasn't expecting that."

"I'm sorry sir."

"No it's okay," Mr Bahng gently places a hand on her arm; Y/N jumps, the contact making her inhale sharply. "I'm glad you told me."

A short silence passes between the both of them; it's not awkward, but almost as though the man is trying to gather his thoughts.

"I'm sorry about your friends," Mr Bahng continues. "You know, you don't have to sex if you don't want to. Don't listen to the things they say to you."

"But that's the thing," Y/N bites her lip again, fiddling with her skirt. "I do want to have sex. I don't know what any of it's like and I want to know."

Mr Bahng swallows. He really should tell her something like 'you'll find out when you're ready' and send her away - she's his student.

But at the same time … he is a teacher. Surely teachers don't just have to teach maths …

"I could teach you … " Mr Bahng says slowly. "If you wanted."

Y/N's head snaps up in shock. "W - what?"

"I can teach you how to have sex," Mr Bahng says, more confident now as he leans closer to her. "I mean, I am your teacher after all."

Y/N exhales shakily. She knows the right thing is to say no. But gosh, the way he looks at her with those dark eyes …

"Okay," she whispers. "Teach me."

"You're sure?" Mr Bahng asks. "We don't have to, if you don't want this."

"No, I want to," Y/N breathes. "I want you to teach me how to have sex."

Chan smiles then. He reaches out and gently runs his thumb over the girl's chin, brushing it over her lower lip. Her breath hitches at the contact and her eyes flutter shut, her breath warm puffs against the man's finger.

"Have you had your first kiss yet?" Mr Bahng asks. "I'm sure you have."

Y/N shakes her head against his touch. "I haven't."

"You haven't?" Mr Bahng's eyes widen in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Yeah … " Y/N replies. Her cheeks grow warmer by the second, and the faint touch from the older man's touch is sending her slowly but surely into a heated frenzy.

Mr Bahng smiles. He suddenly stands up and holds his hand out to her. "Come with me," he says.

Y/N stares at his hand; it's slender, veiny, and incredibly attractive. She takes his hand and he pulls her out her seat, lacing his fingers slowly through hers as he leads her down the length of the classroom to his large desk.

"One second," Mr Bahng lets go of her hand and walks to the classroom door; he locks it quietly before pulling down the blind over the small window. The man smiles when he turns around again, Y/N biting her lip as he seems to get taller and taller the closer he gets to her. "Better be careful, hmm?"

"Now, where were we?" Mr Bahng sits down in his large chair, his legs spread casually as he looks up at the girl. "Oh yes. Your first kiss. Come here, baby girl."

Baby girl. Y/N's mouth practically waters at the pet name; she suddenly feels very small and very shy in front of this man. She can't do anything but listen to him, letting his hands guide her so that she's suddenly sat straddling his lap, looking down at those intoxicating eyes of his.

With one hand, he caresses her jaw and brings her face closer to his - he cups her face before closing his lips over hers.

Y/N immediately moans; her body is pressed up against him and she can't help but arch her back further into him as his plump lips kiss hers, each stroke of his lips sending heat and shivers down her spine. His hands travel over her body and seem to stop over her ass where he slips fingers up her skirt before squeezing her plush behind.

"Mmm," Y/N moans into his mouth; Mr Bahng smiles as he seizes the opportunity to let the tip of his tongue stroke her lower lip. When she gasps, he slides his tongue inside her mouth and sucks her tongue gently, letting the wet muscle slide against hers in a manner that makes Y/N automatically grind her hips into his.

"Such a good little girl," Chan breathes as he moves his mouth against her jaw. His hands are large compared to her body and he easily cups her in them, the size difference only making Y/N melt further into a submissive pile of nerves. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Y/N whimpers. She's panting heavily with anticipation as the older man's head begins to duck further, his teeth ever so slightly grazing her throat. "I'm … a good girl."

"My good little girl," Mr Bahng continues; he's reached the collar of her shirt, and Y/N's chest is heaving with her shallow breaths. She watches with wide eyes and trembling thighs as Mr Bahng stares into her eyes, his slender fingers slowly unbuttoning her shirt to the middle. Once he's reached the middle of her torso, Mr Bahng slowly pushes the crisp material away and bites his lip at the sight of Y/N's breasts rising and falling against the cups of her pink bra.

"Sir … I feel … strange," Y/N breathes.

"What kind of strange, baby girl?" Mr Bahng asks as he ghosts his fingers over her deep cleavage. He palms his hands over them, pushing them up slightly and making Y/N's thighs squeeze around his.

"Like … I have a heartbeat down there," Y/N whispers. Her core seems to be pulsing and clenching with its own accord, the sensation making her squirm. "My tummy feels like it's full of butterflies."

Mr Bahng smiles as he strokes his fingers over her bra. "That's a good thing, baby girl. Let it happen."

With a moan of acknowledgement, Y/N watches as Mr Bahng pushes her bra down; her breasts spring free, swollen with pleasure and hard at the nipples. The sight is so wrong to her that it sends exhilaration down her body in pleasurable tingles as Mr Bahng begins to fondle her breasts.

When he leans forward and clamps his mouth around one of her enlarged nipples, Y/N whines. She looks down, watching in fascination as her math's teacher sucks her breasts seductively, his tongue trickling saliva all over her sensitive skin and making her continue to squirm all over his lap.

"You're such a pretty little thing," Mr Bahng groans around her breast. His other hand caresses the other one, his fingers flicking its nipple and sending waves of pain and pleasure through her skin. "I always wondered what your uniform was hiding."

Y/N's eyes widen; Mr Bahng laughs, and he suddenly picks her up from her lap before setting her down on the desk in front of him. "Surprised, little one? I don't know if I should admit this or not, but believe me … I've had plenty of boners thinking about it."

The stunned girl moans at his words; she gasps when he suddenly spreads her legs, her skirt flipping up over her thighs and exposing her drenched underwear. The pale pink is now a dark pink, and Mr Bahng's eyes flood with dark lust as he realises just how wet his favourite student is from his touch.

Mr Bahng pulls his chair closer to the desk before he rests his fingers on the insides of Y/N's thighs. "You smell so good, pretty baby," Mr Bahng groans; he slides his hands down her legs, gently snapping the tops of her stocks over her thighs and making the girl squeal from the feeling. He takes his time using his hands, massaging over legs before spreading them wider, and pushing them back so she's half laying on the desk.

"Let's get rid of this," Mr Bahng whispers against the curve of her thigh; his thumb pushes against the wet fabric of her underwear and Y/N jumps, her breasts shaking against her bra. She gulps as he pulls them down her legs, and when his eyes widen at the sight of her already dripping over his desk, she flushes.

Mr Bahng trails his fingers lightly over her folds; he parts them with both his hands, exposing her completely to him before he winks up at her. Then he closes the distance between her lower lips and his mouth, his lips kissing the top of her pulsating area before he licks over her wetness.

"Sir … " Y/N whines, her breath getting stuck in her throat as her teacher begins a slow rhythm of his tongue lapping at her folds. "What … what are you doing?"

"Shh, pretty baby girl," Mr Bahng hums against her citoris; his voice vibrates throughout her and she moans, her body shuddering. "Just focus on the feeling, okay? Sir is going to show his pet such a good time that she's going to come back begging for more at the end of every class."

Biting her lip at that, Y/N does as she's told. She gets rid of any more curious questions and watches through slitted eyes as he continues to push her folds apart, the very tip of his tongue licking against her swollen clit and the flat of his tongue lapping at her hole.

He slowly increases his pace, and with every lick, he moans against her folds; Mr Bahng breathes heavily as he smiles up at the girl who's a squirming mess on his desk, her cheeks red and her eyes fluttering shut as wonder floods her face with evident pleasure. The sight of her naked in his classroom makes his cock continue to strain against his trousers, and he moans as he continues to eat his student's pussy.

"Sir," Y/N suddenly pants; her eyes are wide and her thighs have begun to tremble even more. "It … it feels like … like I'm going to pee. It feels weird … "

"That's normal baby girl," Mr Bahng hums. "Don't hold it back … let everything go, my pretty girl."

His words seem to have a igniting effect on her body for she suddenly can't help but scream; her entire body tenses and she digs her fingernails into the wood of the desk as an overpowering sensation floods though. She feels as though she's burning in the best way, her core pulsing and clenching as pleasure continues to rip through her. It makes her breathless and she shuts her eyes, arching completely off of the desk as her breasts push against her shirt.

"Sir," Y/N half sobs; she looks down and is shocked when she sees the desk wet beneath her. She feels sticky, her ass slipping against the wood as she sits in her own release. "That felt … " she trails off, completely lost for words.

She's taken aback when Mr Bahng collects her juice with his fingers; after running them through her folds, he sucks the glistening liquid off of his fingers, and Y/N's eyes widen.

"You're such a good little girl, baby," Mr Bahng stands up then, and now that he's hovering over her naked form, Y/N shivers. "You taste so sweet … I could eat you for hours."

"Sir … " Y/N flushes again and looks away; she gasps when Mr Bahng cups her jaw and turns her face to look at him again, and when le leans down to kiss her mouth, she's shocked to taste herself on him.

Mr Bahng pulls back after a while, his hands squeezing her breasts. He kisses her forehead before he starts to slowly unbuckle his trousers, the leather and metal falling to the floor with a loud clang.

"Ready for the next part of your lesson, my pretty girl?" Mr Bahng strokes down her thighs and playfully slaps her ass; she bounces against the wood as she nods, wanting anything and everything this man can give her.

"Yes, please sir," Y/N moans.

She watches in a lust filled daze as Mr Bahng slowly pulls his cock out of his trousers; it's unlike anything Y/N thought it'd be like, and the way he's swollen on the tip of his long girth makes Y/N squirm further. She can feel herself growing wetter by the minute as she stares at Mr Bahng's hand wrapped around his cock, and she's sure she's almost about to drool.

"You think you can take sir's cock like a good girl?" Mr Bahng hovers over, gently stroking the head of his cock along her folds. "If you do, I'll reward you with another orgasm, baby girl."

"Yes," Y/N nods eagerly. "Yes, yes, yes."

"That's my girl," Mr Bahng cups her neck before he starts to push inside of her. "Oh, you're still so wet."

Y/N moans; the feeling is exquisite. He's as hot as she is, and the strange, smooth hardness pushing into her and moving her walls out of the way makes her buck her hips towards him. She's ever felt empty before, but with him slowly pushing inside of her, she suddenly feels full in a say she didn't know one could feel.

"Sir … " Y/N moans loudly; Mr Bahng throws her legs over her shoulders and he pulls her closer to her, her skirt half way up her stomach and her breasts bouncing with every movement. He smiles when he pulls out again, making Y/N cfy out at the feeling before he pushed in again, his balls slapping against her thighs.

"Baby girl, you're so adorable," My Bahng groans. "You're so tiny and yet you've taken all of my cock so well. Looks like you deserve a reward, hmm?"

Y/N nods with her wide eyes; she lets him hold the both of her wrists above her head as he starts to thrust into her, each thrust squelching wetly and filling the room with the most explicit sounds Y/N has ever heard.

"Sir it feels so good," Y/N chokes; her eyes have already begun to roll to the back of her head, not having yet come down from her previous high. "You feel so big."

With a loud groan, Mr Bahng suddenly pulls her thighs towards him; in a split second, she's on her knees on his chair, her breasts hanging over the top and her ass quivering in the air. She barely has time to process what just happened when she feels his hand fist in her hair at the nape of her neck, tugging lightly before he slams back into her again ftom behind.

They both gasp; the new position feels so different and Y/N can't help but let out a constant string of high pitched moans as Mr Bahng continues to pound onto her. Every stroke ensures the tip of his cock is stroking the sensitive spot inside of her, and soon Y/N is a whimpering, whining, completely flustered mess.

"Oh baby girl," Mr Bahng gently slaps her bouncing ass as he fucks her. She moans, the slap enhancing the pleasure and she begins to see white dots floating around her vision. "You're so beautiful. You're doing so well, my little baby."

She moans as she nods in acknowledgement; the same pressure from earlier has begun to build up inside of her and she grips hard onto the chair as Mr Bahng leans over her, his shirt cool against the hot of her back.

"Think you can cum all over sir's cock?" Mr Bahng whispers in her ear. The sight of her ass bouncing on his cock is making him struggle; the thought of being the first man to ever see her like this makes him shiver. "Let sir see his cock covered in his pet's juice."

"Yes, sir," Y/N gasps; two more thrusts later, she moans extraordinarily as her second orgasm rips through her. It's deeper this time, making her entire body shake and dip onto the chair, and she suddenly blacks out for a short while as the pleasure takes her to a completely different world.

"Good girl," Mr Bahng is panting, sounding almost strangled and incredibly sexy when she comes back to her senses. "You did such a good job, my baby girl."

Y/N can't help but smile as she collapses onto the seat; she doesn't even realise when Mr Bahng moves her again, and suddenly she's sat on his lap with him still inside of her. His shirt is suddenly gone and her cheek rests against his chest as his large arms wrap around her softly, hugging her as he lets her regain some of her strength.

"I'm so proud of you," he's whispering to her as he cards his fingers through her hair. He gently rubs circles into her back as he cradles her small body against his larger one. "I can guarantee none of your friends ever got fucked this good for their first time."

At that, Y/N can't help but giggle. She then yawns, and she curls her fingers over his chest as her core continues to clench around his cock. "Do I have to go now, sir?"

"No, baby girl," Mr Bahng kisses her temple. "You can stay here for as long as you want to."

Y/N smiles. She curls herself further around him, shutting her eyes. She doesn't particularly want to leave at all; something about this older man's aura has her in a chokehold, and she wants to stay with him inside of her for as long as she possibly can.

Even if he did mean what he said earlier …

Y/N swallows. Maybe seeing him everyday after class isn't such a bad idea.

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