Your heart was racing. Your hands were sweaty and your breathing hitched when he had arrived at your desk, slowly pulling it out in front of your eyes.
As you look at it, your mouth fell open and an inner curse was swallowed down.
“You know what this means, Y/N?”, he asked you lowly and serious as he looked at you.
You nodded. “Yes, Mr. Jeon.”
“Good. Meet me in the office after class. We need to talk about your grades.” With that, he walked away, moving on to the other tables and continued to hand back the test sheets.
Your eyes once again sunk on the red painted in front of you and the big circled “F” immediately stung in your sight.
In Mr. Jeon’s english class, you weren’t the best student. Honestly, you were the worst of all. Always coming late, never doing homework and you failed every test with either a “D” or an “F”, never anything above. He had already talked to your parents, encouraged you to look for a tutor, but nothing had helped. And now you were doomed. You would be kicked out of his class once you left his office. “Shit”, you finally said, letting out that curse that was slowly tickling in your throat.
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*knock knock*
No answer. You tried again.
*knock knock*
You stood there dumbfounded in front of Mr. Jeon’s office, to where he had ordered you to come directly after class and now he let you stand here, looking like an idiot knocking on the door of an empty room. “One last try then I’ll leave”, you thought and took in a deep breath.
*knock knock*
The door wasn’t opened. Instead, you heard something from inside, indicating that he must be there, but then why wouldn’t he open the door?
Throwing your politeness overboard, you pulled down the door handle and opened it yourself, stumbling into his office. The first room was deserted as you stood there but then all of sudden, you could catch a sound in the neighbored, much smaller room. It was behind another door but still, the noise that sounded like a animalistic growl came surely from it, loud enough to pierce through the thick wooden door. You slowly, quiet as possible tip-toed closer to it and held your breath to listen better in case anything came out again and then, when you were merely centimeters away from it, it was there again, this time much clearer and deeper and much more…. humane.
Your lips slightly parted as you kept listen to it and your dazed mind finally recognize it as… moans. Deep, throaty moans that were echoing in that small room behind the door, so itching close. You gasped at a particular desperate, high-pitched whine that triggered your stupid hormones to race through your veins, making you close your thighs to futilely stop the arousal that were beginning to drip down from your soaking heat. Like in slow-motion, you drew your head closer to the door and leaned your ear on it to eavesdrop the person behind the door.
“Ugh… yes”, you heard and clamped your mouth shut with your hand when you recognized it as Mr. Jeon’s voice in a deep, husky state. “Yes”, he moaned. What should you do?, you thought in panic. You knew you shouldn’t listen but yet, you couldn’t tear yourself away from the door and most specifically the sound he was emitting.
“Yes, god damn it”, he chanted breathy. “Y/N”
.….
Your whole body froze as he said your name and you were more than sure that you had heard right.
He was doing something in there and was saying your name with it and when curiosity took over you, you gave yourself a mental push and grabbed onto the door handle, deliberately pulling it down and pushed the door open.
Mr. Jeon was sitting in his chair as usually, but his glass table revealed everything what he was doing underneath it. With his head thrown back, eyes tightly shut and hand in his pants, you immediately realized what he was doing.
“Yes, Y/N. You’re so good”, he moaned and bit onto his bottom lip in pleasure while his hand sped up.
You were stunned at what you were seeing before you and stood there in silence, in shock but still continued to watch keenly at your english teacher getting off at the thought of you. You and him were only about three meters apart and he would see you in an instant once he opened his eyes but they were shut too tightly to see anything right now. All he saw behind his closed lids was the picture of you in your too short skirt that couldn’t cover your panties when you would bend over too much, and your white, clean blouse that was, oblivious to you, exposing half of your chest to his hungry eyes. He knew that he shouldn’t be like this, every bits of conscience was nagging on him but still, his hand kept moving in an increasing speed the more the thought of you and the more he imagined you to be his.
Your heart was racing. Your hands were sweaty and your breathing hitched when he had arrived at your desk, slowly pulling it out in front of your eyes.As you look at it, your mouth fell open and an inner curse was swallowed down.“You know what this means, Y/N?”, he asked you lowly and serious as he looked at you.You nodded. “Yes, Mr. Jeon.”“Good. Meet me in the office after class. We need to talk about your grades.” With that, he walked away, moving on to the other tables and continued to hand back the test sheets.Your eyes once again sunk on the red painted in front of you and the big circled “F” immediately stung in your sight.In Mr. Jeon’s english class, you weren’t the best student. Honestly, you were the worst of all. Always coming late, never doing homework and you failed every test with either a “D” or an “F”, never anything above. He had already talked to your parents, encouraged you to look for a tutor, but nothing had helped. And now you were doomed. You would be kicked out of his class once you left his office. “Shit”, you finally said, letting out that curse that was slowly tickling in your throat.-*knock knock* No answer. You tried again.*knock knock*You stood there dumbfounded in front of Mr. Jeon’s office, to where he had ordered you to come directly after class and now he let you stand here, looking like an idiot knocking on the door of an empty room. “One last try then I’ll leave”, you thought and took in a deep breath. * เคาะเคาะ *ประตูไม่เปิด แทน คุณได้ยินบางสิ่งบางอย่างจากภายใน แสดงว่า เขาต้องมี แต่แล้ว ทำไมจะไม่เขาเปิดประตู คุณโยนสุภาพของคุณล่ม ดึงลงมือจับประตู และเปิดมันด้วยตัวคุณเอง สะดุดเป็นสำนักงานของเขา ห้องแรกคือร้างขณะที่คุณยืนอยู่มีแต่แล้วทั้งหมดฉับพลัน คุณสามารถจับเสียงในห้อง neighbored ขนาดเล็กมาก มันเป็นเบื้องหลังประตูอีกแต่ยังคง เสียงที่ฟังดูเหมือนเป็นดวง animalistic ก็มาจากมัน ดังพอที่จะเจาะผ่านประตูไม้หนา คุณเงียบเป็นไปได้ใกล้ชิดออกมาแนะนำมันช้า และลมหายใจของคุณฟังดีกว่าในกรณีอะไรออกมาอีกครั้ง และจากนั้น เมื่อคุณเพียงเซนติเมตรห่างจากมัน มันก็มีอีกครั้ง จัดครั้งนี้ชัดเจนขึ้น และลึกมาก และอื่น ๆ อีกมากมาย...มีมนุษยธรรม ริมฝีปากของคุณแยกเล็กน้อยขณะที่คุณเก็บไว้ฟัง และจิตงุนงงก็รู้จักมันเพลิน moans Moans ลึก throaty ที่ถูกสะท้อนในห้องที่เล็กอยู่หลังประตู อาการคันปิด คุณ gasped ที่มีเฉพาะหมดหวัง แหลมขาวที่ทริกเกอร์ฮอร์โมนของคุณโง่การแข่งขันผ่านทางหลอดเลือดดำของคุณ ทำให้คุณปิดต้นขา futilely หยุดการเร้าอารมณ์ที่เริ่มหยดลงจากของร้อนแบบแช่ตัว เช่นในการเคลื่อนไหวช้า ดึงหัวของคุณเข้าไปประตู และวางกระจกหูเพื่อแอบฟังบุคคลเบื้องหลังประตู "เดลิ...ใช่", คุณได้ยิน และบีบปากปิด ด้วยมือของคุณเมื่อคุณยอมรับว่าเป็นนายโรงเสียงในสถานะลึก ฮัสกี้ "ใช่" เขา moaned ควรทำอย่างไร?, คุณคิดว่า ในความตื่นตระหนก คุณรู้ว่า คุณไม่ควรฟัง แต่ยัง คุณไม่สามารถฉีกตัวเองออกจากประตูและมากที่สุดโดยเฉพาะเสียงที่เขาได้เปล่ง "ใช่ พระตาย" เขาสวดมนต์ breathy "Y/N".….แช่แข็งของร่างกาย ตามที่เขากล่าวว่า ชื่อของคุณ และคุณก็แน่ใจมากกว่าว่า คุณมีได้ยินขวา เขาทำอะไรมี และพูดชื่อของคุณกับมัน และเมื่อความอยากรู้มากกว่าคุณ คุณให้กดจิตตัวเอง และคว้าลงบนมือจับประตู จงใจดึงลง และผลักประตูเปิด นายโรงก็นั่งอยู่ในเก้าอี้ของเขาเป็นปกติ แต่โต๊ะที่เขาเปิดเผยทุกสิ่งที่เขาทำอยู่ที่ด้านใต้ กับหัวของเขาไป ตาปิดแน่น และมือในกางเกงของเขา คุณทันทีตระหนักถึงสิ่งที่เขาทำ "ใช่ Y/n คุณทำดีเพื่อ" เขา moaned และบิตลงบนริมฝีปากล่างของเขาในความสุขในขณะที่มือของเขาเร่งความเร็วขึ้น You were stunned at what you were seeing before you and stood there in silence, in shock but still continued to watch keenly at your english teacher getting off at the thought of you. You and him were only about three meters apart and he would see you in an instant once he opened his eyes but they were shut too tightly to see anything right now. All he saw behind his closed lids was the picture of you in your too short skirt that couldn’t cover your panties when you would bend over too much, and your white, clean blouse that was, oblivious to you, exposing half of your chest to his hungry eyes. He knew that he shouldn’t be like this, every bits of conscience was nagging on him but still, his hand kept moving in an increasing speed the more the thought of you and the more he imagined you to be his.
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