MINHO X TAEMIN

“Do you want to go to the principal’s office?”
“No not particularly.”
“Then why are you acting like you want to be punished?”
The boy held his gaze firmly waiting it out. Finally his teacher pointed to the door and both students walked out slowly knowing they had lost, but not before Taemin could give his teacher a flick of his fingers “fuck you” he mouthed and shut the door quickly behind him.
Taemin had gotten in a fight with one of the other boys and as much as Minho knew the kid was an ass he couldn’t allow Taemin to get away with stuff like that. Taemin had been pushing it in all his classes lately. Asking for extensions he didn’t need, making comments not quite under his breath, the once very quiet boy was starting to realize just how much power he had over others. He didn’t quite understand how it worked yet but that was why he kept pressing boundaries, to see just how far his big doe like eyes could take him.
Twenty minutes later the door to the classroom opened but no one walked through. The class held their breath waiting to see the two boys walk back in but a giggle came from behind the door as a skirt swished through the classroom. “Teacher may I enter?” Taemin stood in the doorway in a girl’s uniform that fit him far too well despite it being far past his knees. The boys had ruined their uniforms in the scuffle and as punishment were given the school’s old girls uniforms. While the other boy seemed embarrassed Taemin seemed all too pleased.
The girls cooed at his cute little figure and Taemin snickered at his teacher’s dismayed expression. “Take your seats boys.”
Taemin fluttered his eyelashes as he walked past the rows of desks and the girls almost lost it as he smiled up from behind long honey colored bangs. Minho sighed snapping his fingers taking control of the classroom once more. Minho had always been the teacher with the most authority in the school despite his younger age. It could have been his height, or his deep voice, but either way there was a reason Taemin was placed in Minho’s class. Minho was the only one with a chance at controlling him.
The rest of the class went relatively smoothly but when the bell rang the girls all flocked to Taemin bursting into a gossiping frenzy around him. As he led his pose out of the classroom he saw Minho giving him a disapproving look. Taemin seemed slightly uncomfortable at the idea that even one person had the capability to NOT find him cute. But he quickly readjusted and gave his teacher a mischievous wink as he left the classroom.
Minho sighed as he put on his glasses to grade papers. He worked until it was much too late but no one was waiting for him at home so he felt more comfortable working.
He walked through the darkened hallways ready to head home and sleep when he heard laughing echoing from around the corner. He turned to see several girls clinging to Taemin as they pushed him into the girl’s bathroom, Taemin still wearing that ridiculous uniform.
He quickly followed them into the bathroom and the girls gasped immediately ashamed, one even looking like she might cry. “It’s after hours.” He said simply. It was a serious offensive to be on campus after it was closed down to students because of recent vandalizing problems and the girls hung their heads mumbling apologies and begging not to be reported. Minho simply pointed to the door, “Leave.”
The girls ran out quickly but Taemin stayed pressed against the sinks looking surprised with his mouth slightly open. He stared at his teacher seeming like he was waiting for something. “Did you not hear me?” Minho asked him taking a step forward. Taemin shook his head slowly.
“I said leave.” He repeated.
“No.” The word was clear but Taemin didn’t seem confident in his rebellion anymore. He stayed put however and refused to lower his gaze from his teachers.
“What do you want Taemin?” Minho’s brows furrowed trying to figure out what this boy wanted from him exactly. Was this just a test of power? What was this boy searching for? Why did he think pushing Minho was going to help him get it?
Taemin shook his head again.
“It’s what you want.” His words were even but his breath wasn’t.
Minho’s eyes widened unsure what was happening, this all felt surreal and yet he was being sucked in. He should just report Taemin instead of pushing this further but he couldn’t resist this boy’s pull.
Taemin was stepping closer to Minho now, looking up into his teacher’s dark eyes. His face had matured but his lips were still plush, soft, pale, pink. His cheeks slightly rounded. His body was thin but his muscles were hard he was in such a strange state in between a beautiful boy and a handsome girl. But he was doing it so well…Taemin lower himself, his long legs disappearing under the skirt as he sank to his knees.
“You…you want to do things to me.” He told Minho. “I know it.”
Minho stayed silent as Taemin brought his hands to rest on Minho’s hipbones looking up at Minho begging for something.
“Here I am.” He whispered and Minho lost it. Something inside of him just snapped and he bent down lifting Taemin by his chin roughly till their faces almost touched. “Don’t lie.”
“You need this more.” He lifted Taemin back up to the sink pushing his hips into Taemin’s legs. Taemin’s eyes were wide and he looked fearfully up at the older man but soon grinned realizing he had won. He had pushed him over the edge.
Minho kissed Taemin roughly their tongues fighting Taemin’s mouth hot, almost begging. Taemin flinched as Minho’s glasses cut his cheek accidently and Minho pulled back taking them off and placing them on the counter. Taemin looked sad, a small whine escaping his lips at the sudden loss of contact. Minho gripped Taemin’s chin turning his head so he could lick the tickle of blood from Taemin cheek. Taemin moaned his legs spreading themselves a little wider without him realizing and Minho pushed his hand up to the inside of Taemin’s thigh. Taemin pushed back desperate for more but Minho was preoccupied by the fact that Taemin wasn’t wearing boxers. He lifted Taemin’s skirt and the boy shyly looked up at him as he blushed a little not knowing what his teacher would think.
Minho lifted the skirt all the way up and tucked the hem in between Taemin’s swollen lips. “Hold it.” He commanded. Taemin bit down on the fabric sucking gently on the edge whining, pleading like a puppy for more.
He looked down to see small white girl’s underwear with a ribbon at the top. He smirked at Taemin, “Who gave you these?” Taemin’s blushed deepened but he didn’t reply. Minho gently rubbed at Taemin’s erection through the cotton and asked again, “Who gave you these?”
Taemin whimpered as Minho took his hand away and answered eager for it to return. “I…I switched with Song.” Minho felt the heat in his groin spread as he thought about Taemin curiously asking Song to switch underwear with him.
“You’re sick.” He whispered in Taemin’s ear. Taemin smiled a little sheepishly, “Do you want to hear what else I’ve done?”
Minho burned with longing pushing against the counter desperate for the friction a low groan coming from his mouth. Taemin took that as a yes wrapping his fingers around the side of Minho’s neck kissing and sucking his Adam’s apple so he could feel the vibrations of his teacher’s moans. “Sometimes I touch myself.” He whispered. “And… I think of you.” He said more softly.
Minho pushed his hand down Taemin’s waistband and stroked him, “Like this?” he asked the boy.
Taemin nodded his eyes closing. “And I, one time I ugh…I stole your scarf.” Minho’s breath was on his ear sucking gently as he continued to stroke him. “Why?”
“It smelled like you.” Taemin replied.
Minho’s head was swimming in a lust fuel haze now at the thought of this boy, this beautiful boy, touching himself at the thought of him. Stealing his things, it should have been creepy, it was borderline obsessive, but it was turning Minho on like he couldn’t believe.
“And I think about stuff sometimes.” Taemin continued. “I think about stuff I know I shouldn’t…but I want to. I think about you teaching me things.” Minho worked down Taemin’s neck licking and biting, marking him as his. “What?”
“How to make you come.”
Minho brought his face back to Taemin’s their noses touching their breath hot and staggered. Minho kissed Taemin sloppily but Taemin pushed back a little looking up for approval. Minho’s eyes told him anything. He could have anything. And so Taemin brought his fingers up to Minho’s mouth slowly. “Please, teach me.”
Minho sucked the fingers in swirling them around his mouth moving his tongue up and down and Taemin moved down mimicking Minho’s movements. Soon his mouth took in Minho’s dick eagerly sucking and lapping spit and precum leaking down the sides and Minho fist grabbed the back of Taemin’s hair pushing him in deeper coming almost instantly.
Cum dripped out the side of Taemin’s mouth and he looked perfect. He looked perfect with his eyes glazed over from wanting, his lips abused and marred, his skin pink and flushed from adrenalin. Minho came down panting from his orgasm but he could already feel his dick getting hard again seeing the whining mess underneath him as Taemin shook from his need to be touched.
Taemin shivered as he slipped a hand down to stroke his cock hard and pulsing angry and red from desire. Minho knew what Taemin wanted though, Taemin sick little perverted fantasy, and Minho was going to give it to him. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” his voice a low growl.
Taemin whimpered as he forced his hand to stop stroking his cock his head lolling back as his eyes closed, “No…”
Minho spun Taemin around pushing his hands against the wall with Taemin folded in half. He forced Taemin’s legs apart and Taemin groaned as he spread his hands a little further. Minho pulled Taemin’s underwear down to his knees and folded the skirt up over Taemin’s back leaving him completely exposed. Taemin’s eyes stayed closed as he waited in anticipation.
Minho reached back and smacked Taemin’s ass leaving a harsh red mark on his glowing white skin. Taemin grunted but stayed bent over as Minho continued to hit him. “Please.” Taemin begged. “Please.”
“Please what?” Minho asked him.
“Please, please let me come.” Taemin looked back over his shoulder at Minho and Minho felt instantly consumed by guilt. He kissed Taemin nodding in apology reaching around to jack him off. Taemin shook him off violently though. “No.” he almost cried. “No, I want you inside me. I want you to fill me. Please.” He pleaded and Minho felt taken aback but could only agree to what he wanted pushing his fingers into Taemin stretching him pushing him. He replaced his fingers with his tongue trying to work quickly wetting the tight pink hole feeling his own desire ready to burst and soon he had his tip at Taemin’s entrance and he was pushing in as white heat took over both of them.
Taemin screamed out in pain and pleasure and Minho soothed him licking away his tears waiting for him to adjust. Finally through sobs Taemin’s voice weakly asked, “Move.” Minho found his spot and their bodies worked back in forth in a frenzied rhythm until they both came hard bucking against each other. Taemin collapsed on the floor in a heap as Minho pulled out of him and Minho was immediately at his side pulling the boy into his lap worried at what he had done. Taemin only smiled lazily though, nuzzling into the older man’s chest. He seemed so beyond content but exhausted sighing gently in Minho’s arms.
Minho stroked his hair now slick with sweat tucking Taemin’s bangs behind his ear. Taemin looked up with hooded eyes and laughed softly, “Now I’ve ruined two uniforms in one day.” He smiled ”I’m such a bad boy.” he mumbled as he fell asleep in his teacher’s arms.
p/s: i get this from another blog….just want to share it with everyone…