#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ siwoo: discourse.

[tearfest]

closed starter for @chrrythrill​. based on the plot in the source!

               “ have you ever considered the chance that you could be the problem? “  he doesn’t really know why he’s saying such cruel things. he should be helping them, lessening their pains and anxieties about college and life away from home. and instead, all he could think about was degrading them — making them feel terrible, only to show them what it meant to feel good. it’s somewhat uncharacteristic if you only know the professor shin from work, the professional man that was never late and treated everyone with the utmost respect.  “ you’re struggling with many aspects in your life — and i’m guessing that includes relationships? so, maybe. take a step back and think: what did you do to deserve it, and what can you do to fix it? what are you even good at? “ 

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ㅤㅤㅤthe noises filling his office were like music to his ears. he's tempted to reach forward and rip the tie from her mouth, to let her sweet moans fill the room — but he's still rational, even in this hazed state of bliss. instead, his hand lifts to his mouth, briefly sucking at his thumb to dampen it before bringing it down and against her bundle of nerves, rubbing fast paced circles in rhythm with his thrusts. he's lost track of time — losing himself in the feeling of her snug walls wrapped around his thick length, their session was sure to run into her next lecture. " that's it, wrap your pretty pussy around me like a good girl. " his voice was low and gruff, gaze alternating between the sight of his cock sinking in and out of her cunt and the look of pure bliss on her pretty face. " cum for me, baby— i know you can do it... you're such a good girl, aren't you? "

it was a good thing he had found something to muffle her noises, even if her eyes had gone wide as he stuffed the tie into her mouth. it was a good thing that he placed his hands on her thighs, helping her keep them spread wide. the feeling of his large cock fucking in and out of her relatively inexperienced pussy was more than she knew how to handle, and she moans into the tie unable to stay quiet. she can feel the muscles of her core flexing around him, as if trying to pull him in deeper, and the grip she had on her legs is loosening as she surrenders to pleasure. her head rolls back slightly, lips parting to expose the fabric there as she lets out another cry, “ — s’good.” she’s blissed out on the feeling alone, but that he’s finally praising her, that she had finally done something right, only heightens the experience. maybe this was what she was good at.

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ㅤㅤㅤthe image in front of him was sinful. his own student, with her legs in the air and skirt bunched around her waist — soaked cunt exposed and his for the taking. and the feeling of her snug, velvety walls wrapping around his cock, adjusting to his size as it fills her to the brim was even more sinful. " such a good girl, wrapping your tight pussy around me like that... " a hand lifts to pull his tie off completely, thumb parting her petals before stuffing the fabric between pretty lips in an attempt to muffle her moans. he gives her little time to adjust to his size, having waited far too long for this to hold back, hips thrusting forward with fast, rhythmic movements, the lewd sounds of him slipping in and out of her wetness filling his office. " that's it... take it like a good girl... " his voice was a low, husky growl as his hands gripped at the underside of her thighs, keeping her spread apart for him.

her breathing is ragged, still trying to compose herself, when he gives his next instruction. meredith wants so badly to be a good girl for him, to prove she could do something right, so she’s quick to tuck her arms under her knees and spread herself for his pleasure, murmuring a “yes, sir,” as she does. she’s bent nearly into a pretzel for his sake, puffy pink pussy on full display; she’s acutely aware of it too, the way he’s looking at her like a plaything. still, if nothing else, the praise he gives fills her chest and keeps her perfectly in place. the way he was making her feel helped too. she’s moaning at the way his cock feels, hot and heavy, against her most intimate parts. “i want to be good, sir,” she nearly whimpers, before biting her lip again to quiet the sounds that might have come from the way he was slapping his length against her. she glances down too, watching the member as it entered her. it felt good, but it looked so… pornographic, a big dick splitting her apart. “you’re — oh.. — you’re so big, professor shin.”

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ㅤㅤㅤhe has a brief moment of clarity — acknowledges, briefly, how wrong this was of him. to abuse his power, to use his privileged access as counsellor to pick her apart and use her. but his clarity only darkens his haze, further motivating him, inspiring him, in his moment of sin. instead of fretting, he basks in it — basks in her, smirking against her cunt as his fingers thrust mercilessly, groaning as she tensed up around his fingers, gaze lifting to watch as she came undone in his hands. he lets her ride out her orgasm, his pace slowing before he's pulling away completely — getting to his feet whilst sucking his fingers clean. ㅤㅤㅤ" hold your legs back for me like a good girl. " hands grip at his stiff cock, gaze almost predatory before he's resting the weight against her soaked cunt, pressing between her folds, the head rutting against her clit as he grinds back and forth, groaning at the sounds of her wetness as they filled his office. " that's it, spread yourself open for me. you look so good like that. " his other hand grips at her chin, angling her head back to meet her gaze, hunching over her before he slaps his cock against her pussy over and over and over again. he leans back enough to watch as he lines the head up with her pretty hole, groaning under his breath as he pressed forward, watching himself inch forward inside of her snug walls. " fuck, mer... so fucking tight. "

she sees the way his eyes narrow and she suspects she has done something wrong again. “i’m sorry, sir,” she murmurs, demure and apologetic — at least until his fingers return to her core and she’s once again trying so hard to stay quiet. she can feel herself hurtling towards release though and she’s hoping she can be good for him when it comes. she nods at his question, teeth digging into her pout to stay quiet. meredith catches sight of the size of his cock and feels herself squeeze tighter around professor shin’s fingers, the thought of it being inside her almost too much. as he makes his demand, her eyes pinch shut and her head falls forward. pleasure runs through her body and she can feel the way her cunt gushes around him. “fuck—,” she curses, uncharacteristically, and then blushes as she meets his gaze again.

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ㅤㅤㅤcold and near-black eyes weigh heavily upon his student as he observes her, both pitying and admiring her. he almost frowns as he spots what the thinks to be tears forming in her pretty eyes. " yes, extra curricular's. " he repeats, dropping his clipboard atop of the table — the plastic striking against the wood as he clears his throat. his hand lifts to take his glasses off and resting them atop of the blank paper — giving the bridge of his nose a rub as he stares across at her, with a somewhat predatory look about him. " well, i don't know about your other classes, but you're failing mine. and i think we both know that you're not smart enough to get your grades up through actual hard work. but i'm willing to work with you here, meredith. we can find some sort of middle ground, something that you're actually good at. " fingers toy with his tie then, loosening it around his throat as he gets to his feet — stepping towards her before he's gripping softly at her chin, using his hold to tip her head back and meeting her gaze. " how good are you at taking cock? "

the clipboard was intimidating, left her wondering what he was writing about her. given what he was saying, she can’t imagine it was anything good. her mouth dries when he suggests she’s just comfortable being nothing, emotion welling behind her eyes. she’d always been a people pleaser — something, something, burned out gifted kid. high school was so easy, and then she got to college and absolutely nothing seemed to click. she takes a deep breath, steadying herself, before politely asking, “extra curriculars?” whatever she needed to do. “i don’t want to be nothing, professor, but — can you help me?” that’s what he was there for, right? she hopes she’s not asking too much. “i promise i’ll do the work, whatever needs to happen. just, like a push in the right direction? please?”

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ㅤㅤㅤfingers continue to stroke up and down, gliding between her wet folds and teasing her entrance with a hum — basking in the sounds of her arousal as his own grew uncomfortable within his pants. " a few months ago... " he echoes, spitting again before his fingers halt, pulling away completely before his palm strikes down against her exposed, wet skin. his gaze rakes along her now naked body, admiring each curve as he soaks the sight of her, skirt bunched around her waist in his office chair. the hand that wasn't toying with her lowers towards his belt, unbuckling it and popping open the button of his pants, sighing as the pressure against his erection lessens. " professor shin, or sir, " he corrects, another light spank landing against her pussy before he's pressing his fingers inside of her, gaze fixated on the digits as they sink inside and spread her out. " so fucking tight. you're gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock, mer... " fingers build a steady pace, thrusting in and out as his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing small, fast circles against her with a hum. " i want to make you cum for me first, though. make you earn it. "

she’s feeling so much at once, and the contrast between how good her core feels as he plays with her and the way her body aches from how he handles her is nearly intoxicating. meredith wants to cry out, but she can tell from his expression that he didn’t like the first noise she made. she only wants to be what he likes, and that means being a quiet little thing for him to play with, except when he asks a question. the way he’s sucking on her clit has her hips bucking, searching more, but she tugs her lip into her mouth — biting down to not make a sound. when he says he wants her shirt off, the sweater she was wearing was tugged off as quick as she could manage being slightly unbalanced. her bra followed soon after. “a, uh — i … a few months ago, professor.” she wasn’t a virgin, but meredith didn’t hook up much either, especially with how much time she had been spending trying to get her grades together.

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ㅤㅤㅤsiwoo begins to lose himself. in the moment, in the depravity, in her. he knows that this was wrong, that it came with risks — if anyone was to catch them, or to find out, then he'd be without a job, without a salary, without credibility. but he can fret about that later, when he was alone with his thoughts and his hand. his shoulders rest under her thighs now, smirking to himself as she steadies herself — completely submersed in the art of devouring her. precise movements grow sloppy, lips sucking at her bundle of nerves with a content hum sounding in the back of his throat, eyes narrowing up at her as if to warn her — any noise and he'd stop. a hand grips at her ass, taking a handful and giving it a firm squeeze, the other hand completely removing her panties. he's stuffing them in the back pocket of his pants before he's gripping at the underside of her thighs, manhandling her and tipping her back into the chair — legs up and in the air, tongue vigorous as it laps at her sodden cunt. he pulls back, lips and cheeks already glistening as he nods up at her chest. " take your shirt off. i want to see every inch of you. " he spits again, index and middle finger following its path — pressing against her clit before he's circling her pretty hole with an inward groan. " when was the last time you got fucked? "

it’s the first positive thing he’s said, even if it drips in condescension, and maybe her heart shouldn’t flutter but it does. she was good at something and that was good. after hearing all of her shortcomings, knowing there was something she could do, even if it was drop her panties, felt thrilling. meredith wants to chase after it, do more for him to hear that praise again. her mind is thinking through this when she feels him spread her folds and lets out a small whimper at the feeling, knowing there is wetness forming between her legs. the compliment and the way he spits on her only add to that certainty, and she manages a breathy, “thank you, sir.” without warning, he’s spreading her wider and eating her out and she instinctively reaches for his shoulder to support herself. “i —,” the syllable leaves her as a high pitched sound and then she claps a hand over her own mouth, not wanting anyone to hear them.

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ㅤㅤㅤmeredith was easily the prettiest of his students. he doesn't make a habit of pursuing students, but he would make an exception for her. and after spending these last few weeks together, meeting on a one-to-one basis under the pretence of him counselling her, had provided him with the golden opportunity. to abuse his power in ways he'd once sworn not to. but as he grew in years, he grew in impatience — in impulsivity and selfishness. and today was the day his patience for meredith seemingly ended. ㅤㅤㅤglasses slip down the bridge of his nose as he looks down at the clipboard in hand, having spent some of his time drawing her in some abstract way rather than actually listening. he frowns at his illustration and covers it over with a fresh, blank sheet, knowing that she has a beauty that no graphite could ever recreate. " are they demanding though? or is that just some excuse you're making to make yourself feel better? maybe you're just used to doing nothing, being nothing. nothing more than a pretty face. " his voice was kind despite the harshness of his words, offering her a pitiful smile before he's bending forward in his chair, elbows resting against his knees as he moves closer to her. " you could try harder. there's always loopholes. extra curricular activities to help boost your grades. have you even tried those? maybe then you'd have the time to fix other aspects of your life. "

in a strange, sick way, she’s grateful to hear the suggestion said aloud. meredith mind had been telling her the same for weeks, that she was the problem, and the validation that maybe she was right allowed her to stop pushing it away. a professional had once told her about distorted thoughts, but the problem was she was never confident about telling which thoughts she was meant to mark as acceptable. the memory of a printed sheet of boxes to check does little to help; personalization, catastrophizing, … maybe? it felt real though. that somehow she’d fucked things up. if that’s the case, then she just has to figure out how to fix them.

“ — yes,” she admits quietly, shy about her own insecurities. “i mean… i don’t really make time for relationships, because classes are so demanding.” how was it her fault? she was in a demanding program, but everyone else seemed to be able to handle it. “i don’t know if i’m as smart as i need to be, or as people think i am, but i’m trying.” she meets professor shin’s gaze and gives a weak smile, not fully convinced herself, “that matters right? that i’m trying.”

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ㅤㅤㅤhe'd been looking forward to this all afternoon. part of him worried that his morals would win, that he'd chicken out — but his desires were coming to fruition, kneeling between her knees, callous digits stroking against the expanse of her soft and plump thighs. his eyes watch as her skirt hikes up, his erection swelling in the now snug confinement of his suit-pants. " good girl. i knew we could find something that you're good at. " arms briefly hook beneath her knees to pull her to the edge of the seat, eyes wide with carnal desire as he watched her every move. tongue swipes between his lips as he finishes tugging her panties down until they hung loosely around one of her ankles, a hand lifting towards his lips before he's dampening his index and middle fingers — hand lowering to spread her soft, inviting folds with a hum of approval. " so fucking pretty... " his face inches forward before he's spitting on her exposed clit, almost growling with anticipation as he watched his saliva slip down and between her folds. " i bet it tastes as sweet as it looks... " he mutters, hands gripping at her thighs with enough force to redden skin — face pressing flush between her thighs as his tongue slowly, steadily, laps at her clit, burying it between her folds before his tongue works feverishly at her cunt, unfazed by the footsteps of students and professors alike passing by his unlocked office.

meredith’s heart is racing. the sheer proximity of his body has a strong effect on her and the way he’s watching her only adds to that. she wonders what he’s thinking, if he likes what he sees or if he’s just doing her a favor. he had said earlier she was pretty so hopefully she was making him happy. lips part as his thumb tugs her lower down. “yes, professor.” she could relax for him. she just wanted to be good after all. shoulders relax slightly in a purposeful attempt to be less tense, and she lets him widen her thighs. her skirt begins to ride up her legs, exposing more of her skin to the cool chair beneath her. despite her efforts to relax, seeing him between her knees makes her breath hitch. teeth tug in her lower lip and she nods. she was desperate to be good for him. delicate hands reach down to her skirt, pulling it up further until it’s bunched around her waist and exposing the panties he had requested the removal of. thumbs hook into the waistband and slide the garment over her hips, body lifting from the chair for a moment until they’re hanging loosely around her thighs.