♪ HOT TO GO! - chappell roan

this is prob the longest shit i've ever written but enjoy <3

// 12 yr age gap, teacher/student, marathon sex, top jeongin, creampie, unprotected sex, first time, aftercare, the eating of ass

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sometimes, you know there are boundaries you shouldn't cross, but couldn't bring yourself to stop.

minho knows this is wrong. it might be something that is wrong with him deep inside, something that is rotten in his mind, but he couldn't stop.

professor yang. he has an obsession with him. he's intelligent, he's thoughtful, he's always available to help except maybe at the ass crack of three am.

thirty-two isn't that old, especially when professor yang, as far as he knows, is not in a relationship. he knows he shouldn't be fantasizing about getting his ass fucked raw by his own professor, but he couldn't help his thoughts wandering to places they shouldn't arrive at.

he tries to shove those thoughts away, tries to leave them out of his head when he goes up to his desk to ask questions after class. he short-circuits whenever professor yang pushes his glass frames up with his lengthy fingers. brain crashes whenever his professor would smile fondly at him.

he tries to tell himself it's wrong. he should know that by now, a teacher with a student? that's borderline criminal. but he can't stop, it can't hurt, can it? they're both adults, so technically nothing can happen to them if they're caught, and it wouldn't be illegal. he's been twenty for some time now, not some teenager who just turned eighteen two days ago. besides, he can't stop himself even if he wanted to. every night you'd find him staring at the ceiling just thinking about what it'd be like to be loved by his professor. just once. just one time wouldn't hurt him, right?

he barely hides his whimper whenever professor yang would glance in every corner of the room, and his eyes would meet minho's at the center. nobody gave a fuck about college, they all sat in the corners. and there was minho, in the center. front table. directly in front of him.

he'd always try his best for him, always get the highest scores, and devote hours and hours to professor yang's class. for him. he'd dress up for his professor, wearing the cuntiest outfits ever only for professor yang, yet slaps on a wrinkled shirt and some sweatpants he dug out of the corner of his closet when it comes to other classes.

yet today, minho fucked up. terribly. and he knew it. he accidentally sent an inappropriate file to his professor by mistake. he stayed up late finishing it for professor yang, running on three cups of coffee and a shrimp-looking posture typing up a 13-page essay.

fuck.

curse him and his habit of not separating college and his intrusive thoughts. out of all the files he could've mailed professor yang, it was a fucking fanfiction. that he himself wrote. with the characters being him and professor yang, obviously (who would've guessed what lee minho was writing gay fanfiction about!) .

he could feel his heart skip several beats while he opened the email to not receive a compliment as usual.

dear minho,

i believe you accidentally sent me the wrong file.

see me after class.

best regards,

yang jeongin

he's screwed. how the hell is he supposed to explain this to jeongin? is he supposed to go "i'm deeply in love with you and i would like you to fuck my ass"? no, that sounds horrible.

it was the first day minho had walked into class without looking forward to it. his favorite class ever. his mind was buzzing with empty thoughts and nothing to say. didn't raise his hand once. he's upset over ruining his own image. now he probably looks like a weird slut in jeongin's eyes. jeongin's definitely disgusted at him.

it felt like the longest class of his life. he'd always yearn for more time whenever it comes to jeongin, but today was entirely different. he didn't want it to end.

sadly, what is awaiting must come. class dismissed. shit. as everyone stood up and shove their stuff into their bags and walked out the door, minho sat there. desperately staring at the ground.

"come with me. we're going to my office." jeongin's voice ringed in his ears. the sweet voice he's insane over. it seems like a nightmare now. he reluctantly stood up, packed his stuff and dragged himself behind professor yang like a cat's tail about to fall off. they walked up a few stairs, as jeongin arrived at a small room labeled "professor yang jeongin" on the door. he pushed it open, held it out for minho and locked it after both of them got in.

"sit down," he smiled, holding out a chair for minho. he shakily sat down on the chair, suddenly so interested in the floor now that professor yang is sitting across him and trying to make direct eye contact with him.

"it has come to my attention that you were writing... questionable materials that involve me and you as the main characters," jeongin said. minho just sat in his chair, staring at his shoes, too embarrassed to face his professor. as jeongin went on about what he accidentally sent him, minho felt his emotions acting up inside his mind, and found it harder to control them. minho usually hides his emotions, especially in situations like this, but it was just too much for him to handle.

jeongin was midway through his sentence when minho suddenly bursted into tears. he started crying uncontrollably, so much so that jeongin had to stop his words to walk over to him and comfort his student. minho was sobbing, mumbling barely audible words in between tears and hiccups.

"professor... i-i'm... in love with you..." he hiccuped.

"shhh, stop crying minho," jeongin lightly patted his head.

"i... i can't... knowing you aren't interested in- hiccup me..."

"nobody said that i'm not into you ?" jeongin smiled.

minho froze, then looked up at his professor. "w-what?"

"i'm in love with you too, baby," jeongin kissed his forehead. minho's brain malfunctioned on sight. his professor ?? loves him back ?? and just kissed his forehead ?? what the fuck is going on ??

"h-huh ?"

"you heard it right, love," his professor grinned, his dimples showing. minho is obsessed with jeongin's dimples.

jeongin wiped the crystal tears from minho's face, waited for him to calm down completely and tucks a few strands of minho's soft brown hair behind his ear.

"can i kiss you?" minho nodded at the question. jeongin placed his hands on minho's cheeks, pulled his face closer and crashed their lips together. minho's lips tasted exactly like what he imagined. slight sweetness from his lip balm, but not too artificial and doesn't taste like it's gonna get him type two diabetes.

if you told minho a week ago that he would be kissing professor yang one day, he would've never believed you and laughed it off. this felt like a fever dream, having his professor's pretty lips against his, moving in sync. jeongin was clearly experienced at these kind of things, while minho is too immersed in his studies and his professor to have a clue what the fuck is going on in the outside world.

jeongin let go of minho to let him catch his own breath, chuckling at minho's shyness and bright red ears. he's adorable this way. minho's never kissed anyone before, and having the man he cries over at night and has not-so-holy thoughts about take it away from him was a true dreams-come-true moment.

"you're so cute, baby," jeongin complimented, which turned minho even redder. he buried his face into jeongin's chest and inhaled the sweet smell.

"have you ever had sex ?" jeongin asked, out of the blue, after minho had been burying his face in jeongin's chest for ten minutes.

"n-no..." minho shyly admits. he'd been a virgin all his life, too deeply in love with his professor to even give a shit about the fifty unopened unanswered letters from girls sitting inside his bag and on his table.

"cute," jeongin chuckled. "do you want to try then ?" he winked. minho might explode and combust into ashes.

"h-here ?" he stared, wide-eyed.

"yes baby, here," jeongin pushed his glasses up the crook of his nose.

"o-okay..." minho slightly smiled, turning even redder.

jeongin crashed their lips together again, straddling minho on his lap. the kiss went from sweet and romantic to a deeper, more sexual one, to a make-out session. minho gripped jeongin's shirt, melting into the kiss, the taste of his professor's absolutely-perfect lips.

jeongin gently lifted minho up and laid his body onto the top of his desk, careful not to hurt his favorite student. he took off minho's pants, leaving the younger one feeling exposed. being the already shy person he is, minho tried closing his legs together and hiding but jeongin spreaded his thick thighs out with his large hands, revealing the place in between his legs nobody has ever explored before. his pretty little pink hole glistening on display, for him to watch, for yang jeongin and yang jeongin only. jeongin couldn't believe this gorgeous little thing hasn't been used before, and he is the one to change that.

"s-stop staring !!" minho slurred.

"my baby is shy, hm?" jeongin teased, tongue prodding at his glistening hole. minho hid his face in between his arms, heavy drops of sweat on his forehead. his professor lapped his tongue and lightly sucked on the skin, pushing breathy moans out of minho's pretty, swollen lips.

minho heard a slight clack as something - perhaps a small bottle - was uncapped. a few seconds later, he felt the tongue being replaced with one long finger slowly entering him, and yelped. it felt... weird but not uncomfortable, having his professor's finger inside of him.

"you alright ? does it feel uncomfortable ?" jeongin gently asked, pressing little kisses on the side of minho's waist to ease his mind and loosen him up.

"n-no... just weird..." he mumbled. strangely, his insides were getting used to the awkward feeling and began loosening up, making space for jeongin's lengthy finger to make its way further inside. his sensitive, unexplored hole clenched around the finger, pushing moans out from his cherry red lips, slightly swollen from the making out.

"gorgeous baby," jeongin complimented, as he deemed good enough and started fucking minho with one finger. another went in, and his moans got louder, more desperate. barely five minutes later, jeongin was already three fingers deep inside minho, making him groan out meaningless words and phrases, lost in pleasure.

"hnghhh- ah- professor-..." he babbled.

"yes baby?" jeongin lightly kissed his earlobe, still fucking his fingers inside minho's hole.

"i think 'm ready...' he turned bright red, wanting to bury himself under three layers of dirt. jeongin found minho's shyness adorable, one of the key reasons he fell in love with minho is how he gets shy easily. he didn't want to tease minho, since it was his first time, and minho would be so embarrassed.

"anything for you baby," he took out the dripping fingers, watching minho's greedy hole clench around nothing. jeongin had a big, gorgeous cock and minho's starting to think it won't fit. jeongin lined the tip at minho's dripping opening, and slid the tip in. he entered minho inch by inch, making sure his new boyfriend could feel every bit of his length. turned out, it did fit inside, and minho felt a weirdly full feeling, having his beloved stuff him full of dick.

jeongin reached down on the desk, kissing away large beads of sweat on minho's forehead, giving him time to adjust. jeongin's cock wasn't that thick, but it sure was pretty long, especially for a virgin like minho. minho gave jeongin a nod as a signal, and jeongin knew what to do.

he started out gently, lightly thrusting his hips for minho to adjust to the speed. he gradually increased the speed and force, thrusting pretty moans out of minho.

"ah- ah- ah- h-hah-... h-hyung-"

jeongin felt his dick twitch. he may or may not have a hyung kink, and hearing those sinful sounds escape minho's mouth made him wanna go insane.

jeongin was now pounding into minho's hole, the younger one shamelessly moaning in pleasure of being fucked. the feeling of jeongin's dick rearranging his insides. they didn't care about outsiders at this point, just them and this poor desk against the world. jeongin gripped tightly on his thick hips, fucking inside like his life depended on it. his thrusts got more aggressive, and faster.

"m-mfgh- hngh- ah! 'm- coming!" minho barely yelled out, as thick ropes of cum leaked out from his dick. that filthy sight caused jeongin to dump his load inside minho a few minutes later.

they continued fucking until minho was exhausted and couldn't function properly. jeongin has broken him. he pulled out, three loads of cum now inside minho's hole, loose and used. the sight was gorgeous to jeongin, seeing minho's hole full with his own cum, fucked loose for the first time by his large dick. he may or may not have snapped a few photos.

jeongin cannot help but feel a rush of smugness for being the reason minho looks blissed out and well fucked, lying at his desk, all fucked out and exposed. he also couldn't help but coo at his boyfriend, he looked so damn cute clinging onto jeongin, head leaning on the table trying to breathe quietly and barely able to open his eyes because he was still floating in pleasure.

minho's entire body hurts. he couldn't move his hips properly at all, let alone try to walk. he turned to jeongin, and made that angry cat face that jeongin adored. he wiped up the area with a concerningly large amount of tissues, and putted on his work clothes, his shirt wrinkly and has a stripe of thick white running down on it. minho's shirt was fully covered in cum, which jeongin had to lend minho his hoodie.

"let's go, i'll drive you home, boyfriend," jeongin smiled. he lifted minho up, held him by his hips and allowed him to wrap his arms around his neck, legs around waist. minho buried his face into jeongin's chest, thriving in the smell of his favorite professor, as jeongin leaned down to kiss his head.

"you're taking me out on a date first before you're allowed to call me that, asshole," he glared. jeongin chuckled.

"sure, i'll text you. guess i'll have to devote my life to my passenger princess now," he kissed minho's nose lovingly, and they headed outside, with minho peacefully asleep in jeongin's arms.

maybe being fucked brainless by your professor for your first time wasn't that bad.