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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      VIXX
  Relationship:
      Jung_Taekwoon_|_Leo/Kim_Wonshik_|_Ravi, Han_Sanghyuk_|_Hyuk/Kim_Wonshik_|
      Ravi
  Character:
      Kim_Wonshik_|_Ravi, Jung_Taekwoon_|_Leo, Han_Sanghyuk_|_Hyuk
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Sounding,
      Age_Difference, Nipple_Piercings, Vibrators, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot, Poor_Sanghyuk_didn't_ask_to_get_wrapped_up_in_this, Dom/sub
      Undertones, Mild_S&M
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-22 Words: 3303
****** At Your Fingertips ******
by ravinilla
Summary
     Wonsik seems sick and Sanghyuk escorts him to the infirmary.
Notes
     If any of the tags bother you, please do not read it.
See the end of the work for more notes
"It's obvious he isn't feeling good."
"The teacher is always so mean to him."
"Isn't he always sick or something?"
"Don't you think it's weird for a guy that's so active all the time."
"Yeah, but he always seems unwell here."
The class' attention was turned to a single student in the room, who had his
hands braced tightly against the desk. Flushed red tinted his face and sweat
beaded visibly on his nose. His soft black hair fell over his forehead, hiding
his eyes that were sure to be watery.
One of the girls in the class giggled. "Do you think he's going to pass out?"
Though they thought it was just hilarious another student seemed to be
suffering while under their scrutiny, the class collectively gasped when said
student collapsed back into his seat.
"Will someone please escort him to the infirmary." the teacher called.
Sanghyuk rose out of his seat, tired of hearing the rest of the class being
jerks. Sure, Wonsik acted funny sometimes, like he was feverish, but it wasn't
something to treat him like a disease for.
"I'll do it." he said.
The teacher watched Sanghyuk escort shaky Wonsik from the room. Whispers from
the other students followed them all the way out.
"Are you alright . . . ?" Sanghyuk asked when they were more than halfway to
the nurse's office. Wonsik was sure shaking a lot, and sweating too. He really
looked like he was going to pass out from heat exhaustion or something, and it
made Sanghyuk nervous.
Wonsik grunted, trying not to lean too much of his weight on the other. "S-
Sorry about this . . ." he muttered, struggling not to shudder with every
movement. If he could just make it to the infirmary . . .
"Don't apologize," Sanghyuk replied, and then they were there a few minutes
later. He pushed open the door, calling out for the nurse. No one answered.
"Guess she's not here . . ."
"s'Alright," Wonsik said, shakily guiding himself to one of the beds. Sanghyuk
watched him sit down, and like it was painful, he winced and let out tiny
gasps.
". . . Are you really okay?" he asked again, reaching into his uniform pocket.
Wonsik waved a quick hand, looking away to hide his red face. He peeked up,
surprised, when Sanghyuk held out his handkerchief to him. "You really c-carry
this around?" he asked, lips quirking despite the utter discomfort across his
face.
Sanghyuk's cheeks reddened at the prod. "Yeah, so what?"
Wonsik shook his head, dabbing at the sweat on his face. "s'Just funny, s'all."
he grinned a little more. He sat back further and choked down a noise
threatening to leave his lips. Oh god . . .
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Sanghyuk figured he should just stay a
little while. He'd get to miss out on the rest of class too, which wasn't a bad
bonus considering it was the last of the day.
He settled next to Wonsik, who seemed to have a hard time controlling his
breathing. Maybe he had asthma or something, or it could be some kind of mild
allergic reaction? The nurse had to have spare epipens around here somewhere,
but they were probably locked up. He could break into the drawers if he really
needed to.
"Do . . . you get like this a lot?" he asked, rubbing his arm. It was a dumb
question because he'd obviously seen him get like this pretty often, especially
in their class. All the other kids said he was just weak, but Sanghyuk thought
about other stuff, like his home life and all that. Something could be going on
there for all they knew. "Are you in pain?"
Wonsik laughed; a strangled sound. "Why're you so worried?"
The reply vaguely took him aback and warmed his face more. It wasn't like he
cared, it was just . . . "It's weird you're like this a lot. You look like you
got a fever or something."
Wonsik laughed a more controlled laugh despite its strain. For a guy who had
such a deep voice, Sanghyuk couldn't help but notice how soft and delicate it
sounded now.
Before He could open his mouth again, the door slid open. He got up while
thinking it was the nurse, but was then met with the calm face of their
teacher, Mr. Jung. His eyebrows raised. The bell rang not moments later.
Mr. Jung came forward, expression placid. "Thank you for looking over him," he
said, moving towards the bed and Wonsik. "You're free to go do whatever club
activities you have. See you tomorrow, Sanghyuk."
Sanghyuk frowned but shrugged. "Catch you later, Wonsik. Hope you feel better."
He tossed a glance over his shoulder, barely catching that Wonsik was all
shudders now and could barely raise a limb to wave back.
The door slid closed. The sounds of students leaving class murmured outside of
them.
Taekwoon turned to Wonsik on the bed. His hands were wound tight into the
sheets, and if his nails had been sharp enough, they probably would've ripped.
Taekwoon smirked. The curtain rings clinked when the fabric slid closed.
"You're a mess, aren't you?"
Wonsik gasped, his body wired so tightly. "D-Don't turn it up!" he yelped with
watery eyes.
In Taekwoon's hand was a small, black remote. He turned its settings higher.
The vibrating egg inside of Wonsik buzzed more intensely. Wonsik moaned out
loudly, head tipping back. His stomach was coiled so tight—if he didn't come
soon, he thought he was going to pass out.
"Taekwoon, please," he cried.
Taekwoon clicked his tongue. "You should be more polite, rude boy. We're still
in school, and I'm still your teacher." he tutted. "Take off your pants."
Wonsik's trembling hands fumbled with the button and zipper of his uniform
pants. In realization, he looked up with wide, fearful eyes. "Th-The door is
still—"
"I'm not locking it, so you might want to be a little more quick here."
Taekwoon's tone wasn't cruel, he was obviously teasing Wonsik—who liked it
anyway because his cock hardened impossibly more at the thought of being
caught.
Rushed, he shucked off both his pants and underwear. His cock was leaking with
so much precum, reddened, standing on full attention just for Taekwoon,
twitching because of the keen vibrator. Taekwoon leaned over to flick it the
tip lightly and Wonsik, who was desperately working at the buttons of his
uniform jacket and shirt, gasped.
"D-Don't . . ."
"So you mean to tell me Mr. Han didn't notice you like this the whole time he
was with you?" Taekwoon said thoughtfully, though rather bored. "It must've
felt good getting away with such a dirty secret, hmm?"
Wonsik's shirt fell open to reveal erect nipples, each with a silver hoop
through them.
"What would he think if he saw you like this?" Taekwoon asked rhetorically.
Wonsik bit down a moan that would've been a bit too loud. "Let's take the rotor
out now."
Shakily, Wonsik shuffled back and spread his tanned legs. Taekwoon leaned in
more, pressing his palm onto the inside of Wonsik's thigh to spread him a
little wider. "T-T-Taekwoon . . ." Wonsik whimpered, welling tears threatening
to overflwo. Taekwoon reached for the wire of the vibrator and began to pull on
it. Wonsik yelped, head falling to the side, thighs quaking at the stimulation.
"It's very deep, isn't it?" Taekwoon murmured, tugging.
Wonsik lifted his hips, face on fire. "B-But the door, T-Taekwoon—"
"Open your legs more." Taekwoon said, and despite his protests, Wonsik did as
told.
"Th-The door . . . !" Wonsik cried. Taekwoon stopped, and then sighed as if his
patience were running thin.
Between his long fingers, he took one of the silver hoops looped through
Wonsik's nipples and pulled. Wonsik heaved and his mouth fell open in shock. He
did the same to other and so much saliva had gathered in Wonsik's mouth that it
spilled over. "T-T—"
"Be a good boy," Taekwoon commanded, tone low. "Listen to what I tell you."
"I-It hurts . . ." Wonsik gurgled.
Taekwoon began to undo his pants, sighing again. "I suppose the rotor will just
have to wait, won't it?"
"B-But . . ."
"You're not behaving." he stated.
Wasting no time, Taekwoon pulled out his own cock that was thick and hard, and
aroused tremors waved in Wonsik's stomach.
Sanghyuk was almost back to the classroom to collect his things when he
suddenly remembered, "Crap, forgot my handkerchief . . ."
He thought about just waiting until tomorrow to get it back, but Wonsik really
didn't look so hot. He might not even come to school tomorrow and then he'd
have to wait.
Turning on his heel with an annoyed sigh, he began his way back to the nurse's.
The infirmary bed squeaked and squealed under the weighty pressure of Taekwoon
thrusting into Wonsik's tight heat. He had his hands braced under his knees,
spreading him much wider than what he could handle.
"Taekwoon, I'm already—"
"You know what will happen if you cum now," Taekwoon warned. Wonsik whimpered
pathetically.
"But you—"
"No buts. You're still not being a good boy."
Wonsik wrenched his head to the side, grabbing onto what he could of the
crumbled sheets. He fought down the pressure of his orgasm trying to shoot
through him, but his bellied already boiled too much. Taekwoon thrust in a
particular angle, right into his prostate, and Wonsik sobbed.
Cum spurt out from the red tip of his cock, splattering all over his chest, and
a bit of it going as far as Taekwoon's cheek, who subsequently stilled. Though
in his high, dread flung through him because he'd been bad, he came before
Taekwoon could, couldn't hold himself back.
"Taekwoon, I—" he choked.
Taekwoon sighed, reaching into his back pocket. He was still hard and throbbing
inside of Wonsik, but he paid more attention to what he was about to do.
When Wonsik saw what he was doing, it took all his willpower not to thrash.
"No, I don't w-want the rod!" he cried.
From his pocket, Taekwoon brought out a small case and flipped it open. Resting
on a folded piece of cloth inside was a metal rod about three inches long, with
a bent piece attached to a ring large enough to accommodate Wonsik's girth.
Taekwoon sighed again.
"Don't you think you should be punished?" he asked, rubbing Wonsik's cheek.
Every one of his movements rubbed up against Wonsik's walls deliciously, but he
was muddled right now and couldn't think straight. "Now stay still."
He gingerly grabbed Wonsik's half-hard cock and his fingertips rubbed gently at
his head. The dull tip of the rod slowly and carefully sunk into the urethral
opening and Wonsik moaned out, both overstimulated and wanting more.
"I r-really don't think I c-can . . ." he sniveled, wrestling to keep still.
"You've already taken it so many times though," Taekwoon commented, being
gentle in his pace of sliding the rod in. "Why are you being so unreasonable?"
Wonsik watched with watery eyes, hands clenched, gnawing at his bottom lip.
Taekwoon pushed it down to the last of it, circling the ring around the cock
head. Wonsik yelped, back bowing.
"Look at yourself. You like it, don't you?" Taekwoon smirked. He massaged
Wonsik's shaft and its head almost lovingly. "You're already hard again. What a
dirty boy." He loomed over until their faces were their faces close. "How do
you feel?"
"Good," Wonsik whimpered, twisting, "I feel good, I l-like it so much . . ."
Taekwoon hummed, bringing up the vibrator remote. "Let's make you feel even
better then, hmm?"
The vibrator clicked back on. Wonsik heaved out in shock, head tilting out and
back arching high up. Tears spilled over, down his face as the small egg
rattled him from the inside out, pulsing against his walls.
Taekwoon began to thrust again, faster and harder. The bed all but screeched
against the floor, so creaky under their movements. Wonsik's hands scrambled to
find stability, the repetition of Taekwoon's cock coming and going from him so
hard, stretching him open so much that he thought he would break.
"Taekwoon, Taekwoon!" he sobbed, grabbing a hold of one of his wrists. Taekwoon
watched his face, flushed and wet with tears, spit slicking his lips and
trailing down his chin. His nipple piercings flapped back and forth with them,
stringing Wonsik up even more. "It's feels so good . . . Teacher feels so
good!"
His adorable moans and cries sent Taekwoon over the edge with a long groan. Cum
shot from his cock and swelled inside Wonsik's hole to the brim, spilling out
against his rim and onto the sheets below. Wonsik moaned at the sensation,
frustrated because he was still painfully hard and his orgasm stopped up from
the metal rod inside his cock. Tears streamed down his face and he sniffled. He
felt so plugged up and full.
Taekwoon lifted his head gently while slipping off his tie. He tenderly began
to wrap it around Wonsik's head until it acted as a blindfold, and Wonsik
gasped, nervous.
"T-Taekwoon . . ." he whimpered, tears quickly soaking into the smooth fabric.
He reached a shaky hand out for him, the world dark all around.
Taekwoon smiled fondly and then pulled his head up more for their lips to lock.
Their mouths slid against each other passionately. Wonsik moaned dizzily into
the kiss while Taekwoon's tongue was merciless, licking against all of him and
tasting the salt of his crying. Wonsik reached to grip Taekwoon's shoulder,
trembling, shaking, wanting more of him.
In the background, there was a panicked noise. Taekwoon pulled back, licking
his lips and breaking the string of spit that connected them. He glanced over
his shoulder. A silhouette was visible through the curtain, and he sighed a
little to himself. There was only one person it could be.
He pulled it back.
Sanghyuk stood frozen, eyes widened, tears of his own brimming up. It was dead
silent a long moment, barred Wonsik's exhausted panting, unknowing of what was
going on around him.
Sanghyuk took a horrified step back, taking in the sight of erotic Wonsik;
whose body was slicked up with sweat and cum, black hair matted against his
forehead with sweat, flushed cock still yearning for release as it twitched
against his abdomen. The nipple piercings glinted in the light.
Without a second thought, Taekwoon held out the vibrator remote. "Here." he
murmured.
Sanghyuk gaped at it, fist clenched because he didn't want to take it—but a
single look back at Wonsik's writhing somehow convinced him otherwise.
Satisfied, Taekwoon brought him in closer, their sides pressed up together. He
motioned to the settings. "Turn it up."
Sanghyuk switched views, half-panicked and half-morbidly fascinated, between
the remote and wrecked Wonsik on the bed. He couldn't believe this was
happening—that not only was Wonsik not sick, but he was having sex with their
teacher! In the nurse's office! With! The door! Unlocked!
Before he could double back on his thoughts, he flicked up the setting.
Wonsik's entire body jerked violently like he'd been electrocuted, and he cried
out.
"Taekwo-on, no!" he sobbed, body writhing. "I can't take anymore!" The room
echoed with his feverish cries.
It wasn't until Taekwoon leaned in to whisper in his ear that Sanghyuk could
bring himself to either move or breathe. "This is the highest setting." He
shivered, but his thumb flicked the switch before he could think.
"Taekwoon, please please Taekwoon please! I h-have to—want to cum, Taekwoon
Taekwoon Taekwoon—" Wonsik's slender frame recoiled and squirmed jerkily,
moving the bed, overstimulated to the point of blacking out.
Against his better judgment, Sanghyuk could feel his pants tightening. Sweat
beaded his face and slicked his palms. This was so—
"Please t-take it out, take it out!" Wonsik croaked desperately.
Taekwoon's big hand was wrapped around his cock, lightly pressing the rod down,
but then he pulled back and grabbed Sanghyuk's wrist. "Here, pull it out." he
guided.
Sanghyuk flinched, entirely unsure because this was seriously out of his—
"Twist it out, do it slowly." But Taekwoon's voice was in his ear, low and
patient, leading his fingers to pluck the rounded metal piece and pull while
twisting. They watched Wonsik twist against he bed, bucking his hips for any
kind of friction, to grind himself more on Taekwoon who was still balls deep
inside of him.
Cum gushed from Wonsik's cock when the rod finally slipped all the way out.
"Taekwoon!" he sobbed deliriously, back curving painfully high. A blush
fiercely burned at Sanghyuk's face, the rod coated in Wonsik's precum dangling
from his fingers.
"Isn't he cute?" Taekwoon asked, clearly not bothered with the situation.
Sanghyuk trembled in place while Wonsik's body continued to quake without
forgiveness. He watched Taekwoon milk him all the way through his orgasm,
drawing out every last drop against his chest and clothes, just making a mess.
He watched Taekwoon slowly pull out, making Wonsik moan more. Though he'd been
gentle there, he yanked out the inactive vibrator without mercy and a last cry
resounded in the room.
Thoughts raced through his mind but he was frozen in place. Taekwoon turned to
him then.
"You shouldn't get in the way." he said.
Body hot, confused, and stomach tight, Sanghyuk flinched.
Before he could think of any reply, Taekwoon reached off to the side and held
out a white cloth to him.
"This is your handkerchief, isn't it?"
Both shocked and still vaguely horrified, Sanghyuk snatched it from his hand
and then dashed from the room.
Taekwoon watched him go, completely disinterested. On the bed, blissed out
Wonsik laid, still blindfolded, panting, and coming down from his high.
In a bathroom far from the nurse's office, Sanghyuk locked himself in a stall
and pressed himself up against the cold wall. His mind was nothing but a repeat
of Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck and flashing images of Wonsik's body orgasming
and spilling cum everywhere. His pants were so tight.
Mr. Jung and Wonsik.
Mr. Jung and Wonsik.
He'd never been so hard in his life. His handkerchief was going to need
washing.
Sanghyuk had contemplated not going to school the next day. He'd locked himself
in his room and hadn't come out. Images of Wonsik bent every which way with his
cock hard against him were imprinted into his mind—and had him waking up
soiled. He couldn't scrub his eyes out hard enough. Euphoric high cries rang in
his head all school day. Silver rings glinted out of the corner of his eyes.
The same class at the end of the day had come and he'd sewn his eyes to his
desk, desperately struggling to look anywhere but Mr. Jung—Taekwoon! Taekwoon!
I want to cum!—and Wonsik, who, today again, didn't look very well.
But Sanghyuk knew.
The rest of the class whispered in their normal vicious way, poking fun at his
shaky state. But Sanghyuk knew.
Sanghyuk knew.
"He's gonna pass out today for sure."
"Looks like Hyuk's going to have to take him again today."
"He shouldn't get mixed up in that."
"Wonsik," Mr. Jung called. They were reading passages from a historical novel
and taking class notes.
"He got called on again!"
"Does the teacher see?"
There were snickers and curious stares.
Sanghyuk's heart leaped into his throat and then plummeted into his stomach. A
blush spread, violent and vibrant on his face. Wonsik pulled himself to his
feet, his own face red and his legs trembling to hold himself up. Sanghyuk
glanced up to Mr. Jung, who wasn't sparing him a look. Mr. Jung reached into
his jacket pocket and Sanghyuk knew exactly what he was doing.
"Read."
Sanghyuk swallowed thickly, almost choking.
"Y-Yes, Mr. Jung . . ."
Sanghyuk didn't know if he was going to make it through the rest of the day. He
couldn't decide if he wanted to forget his handkerchief or not again.
End Notes
     This was based off a BL novel I read earlier this week and I couldn't
     get it out of my head. :3c
     I've written teacher-student wontaek before, but this feels like a
     whole new level lmao. I hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading!
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