modern au taxian-jun/cwn thread: professor!cwn & student!txj. based on some horny ramblings of mine in my gc.

our setting is an unassuming chinese university in the fall. chu wanning is a renowned mechanical engineering professor, researcher, and inventor. of course, he also teaches introductory courses in mathematics and physics. he adores teaching.

yet as busy as he is, chu wanning is also lonely. no matter how many hours he spends poring over scientific journals, schematics for new steel machinery, or grading papers, the bustle of work can never be a bandage for how utterly alone he is.

most of his students are terrified of him. he curses his thin face and prickly attitude for it, but honestly, he can’t help himself. his colleagues keep him at arm’s length, due to his own introverted nature as well as their jealousy and resentment. so successful at 32?

they cannot fathom it. chu wanning’s only friend is xue zhengyong, the head of the engineering department. his energetic, arrogant son, xue meng, along with his friend shi mei, are the only students who look up to him, who stay after class to speak with him.

and then there’s mo ran. an unruly student who sometimes goes by the nickname “mo wei yu”. he’s xue meng’s cousin and together with shi mei, completes their trio. mo ran is brash, wild, and disrespectful. he has no qualms about taking what’s his and asserting himself.

mo ran is hard to categorize. most people head in one direction when it comes to chu wanning: away from him. out of fear, out of hatred, or both. chu wanning has only three people in his life who speak to him as if he’s a human being and not the machine the rest of the world sees

and yet, it’s clear that while mo ran doesn’t fear him, he doesn’t respect him either. mo ran hates him and refuses to take him seriously. and yet there’s something about his hatred that’s different—why does mo ran always look at him with a glint in his eyes?

not only that, but instead of ignoring his existence, mo ran goes out of his way to rile him up. sometimes it’s by deliberately getting an answer wrong. or it’s turning in incredibly late work. sometimes it’s not showing up to class one day and swaggering in the next, confident.

he argues with him about deadlines and coursework in front of other students. he flirts with shi mei openly, flaunting his charm and sensuousness. the sight makes chu wanning’s stomach twist with a jealousy he won’t admit to himself, and yet it also makes him squirm.

mo ran is incendiary. he’s passionate, utterly loyal to those he cares about (even xue meng, the cousin he always bickers with), devoted to what he’s genuinely interested in, and doesn’t care about what others think of him. he lives his life unabashedly and on edge.

rigid, stoic, thin faced chu wanning, seen by so many as eternally frozen, longs for that fire, to be bathed in it, taken and reborn into something new. what would mo ran look like if the angry red of his fire turned orange with passion, blue with tenderness and care?

he begins dreaming of his student. devastated and ashamed of himself, chu wanning is loathe to admit what these dreams mean. that he’s falling for a much younger man, his /student/, a savage barbarian who walks in late with his chest peeking out, shirt buttons foregone.

he doesn’t want to admit how he feels when mo ran directs that fiery gaze at him. what happens to his blood when mo ran’s low, deep voice rumbles threats and petty insults. how he’s dreamed of mo ran shutting him up with his mouth, walking in and taking ownership of him.

of course, chu wanning believes that he’s subtle. in his 32 years, no one has ever desired him. age has made his back ache. his legs are thin. he has a furrowed expression on his face. he often wears glasses. he is not elegant or graceful like shi mei.

chu wanning can dream, but he can never belong to mo ran the way he wants to. it would break every societal taboo, every law, endanger both their careers. and mo ran hates him. mo ran will never want him. and why should he?

it is this realization that makes his next fight with mo ran explosive. thankfully, it happens when most of the students are gone. by the time it’s over, chu wanning doesn’t remember what started it. something about his announcement that he’d be taking a one day hiatus

next week to join some colleagues for a conference and was looking for a student to accompany him. chu wanning wanted to choose shi mei but mo ran volunteered. yet in spite of mo ran’s genuine skill level, his grades in the class are mediocre at best, abysmal at worst.

but by the time they’re done arguing, chu wanning is too exhausted, and simply chooses xue meng. while xue meng walks out happily, mo ran stalks away from him, shi mei trailing behind him with an apology and a worried countenance. chu wanning comes home and, for the first time

in his life, cries over a student. he sobs about his horrible nature, about his lack of empathy. he wishes mo ran would look at him with an iota of affection, but such wishes have made life harder for him. chu wanning sobs the whole night through, and in the morning,

he resolves to change. he cannot let mo ran keep getting to him like this. being with mo ran is a foolish fantasy. his life is not a daytime soap opera, and nothing will come of longing for his student. so if the curl of his lips is harsher than usual when he addresses mo ran

the next week, he hopes he can persuade himself into freezing his heart over like everyone thinks he has. chu wanning wants to dash these feelings and be done with him.

too bad, of course, that mo ran may not be the smartest student, but he can look right through him.

taxian-jun hates chu-laoshi. it's a given. unlike shi mei, he gives the students too much work, he's always griping about timeliness, and he is always, always getting in his way. when taxian-jun wants to flirt with shi mei, he glares. when he bickers with that idiot meng'er,

he glares. he gives taxian-jun bad grades for no rhyme or reason. chu wanning looks down on him, like so many people before him, like he's worthless. yet there's something about chu wanning's lack of acknowledgement that gets under his skin.

he wants chu wanning's phoenix eyes trained on him. he wants to know what they look like pooling with tears, glazed over with arousal. mo ran is too used to him being squinted in anger. for once, he wants to know what it would take to make chu wanning's eyes burn with hunger.

taxian-jun is stupid. he does not introspect. he does not try to reflect on other people's emotions. he's too dumb to process /why/ he wants chu wanning's approval, of all people. after this semester, who cares what a stuck up bore like chu wanning thinks?

taxian-jun is making a name for himself among china's student youth as an up-and-coming gameplay software developer. he's only taking this class because his uncle implored him. otherwise, taxian-jun would rather spend his time making eyes at shi mei, playing a new game, or

developing one. he has no desire to waste his limited brainpower on a complicated, frigid man like chu wanning. and yet, he wants to know what makes him tick. he wants to see chu wanning stripped of his useless pride, his stoic demeanor. he's seen him angry. but what would

chu wanning look like bent over his lap? on his knees? his legs spread? what would it take to have him wrecked and debauched, sobbing his name, looking at /him/ and only him/? he'd have to acknowledge him then.

what mo ran refuses to admit to himself that it's more than just the debauchery. true to form, he can admit that chu wanning is beautiful. he's disgusted at himself, but he knows there's a certain thrill in taking a man like chu wanning and claiming him for himself.

no one's fucked him before, surely. and the thought of anyone else laying their hands on chu wanning is enough to drive mo ran into a jealous rage. he smashes his textbook closed when the thought comes to him. he calms afterward, reasoning that a man like chu wanning

has probably never opened an erotic magazine or searched for internet pornography, let alone allowed another man to fuck him. all the more appealing, then––taxian-jun will sully that snow white skin and pierce that purity with his own hands.

underneath it is a tendril of tenderness, a curl of affection that, if unheeded, given room to grow, will bloom into love. but taxian-jun is a dumb barbarian. he does not know what his own dreams mean. he does not know why he fantasizes about bending wanning over but then

clutching him to his chest, keeping him there while they sleep. he does not understand why the thought of holding chu wanning in his arms while they rest calms the rage in him, a rage he's cultivated from the years he spent as a raggedy street urchin, begging for alms,

his mother dying in his arms after a man in a suede trench coat refuses to give them money for medicine. He had killed a man that day, a deeply buried secret he's carried with him, along with his anger, for years afterward.

And yet, a simple dream, of fucking Wanning into

oblivion and then holding him in arms night after night, is enough to quell the rage just a bit. Not even Shi Mei has been able to calm it, no matter how pure or kind he is. If Taxian-jun was an introspective and smart person, he'd have been concerned that it's Chu Wanning,

instead of Shi Mei, whom he dreams about like this. He's never thought of Shi Mei in an impure light. Shi Mei is light, who cannot be touched by the shadow of Taxian-Jun's heart. chu wanning, on the other hand, is his to claim. that is what he has decided.

yet as blind as taxian-jun is, he knows when someone is attracted to him. wanning’s gazes may be hateful, but underneath them is a longing. chu wanning wants to be fucked and fucked hard, and Taxian-jun will be the only one to touch him.

it’s in the way wanning looks back at him when he leaves in a fury. how wronged he looks when taxian-jun insults him. the subtle lidding of his eyes when taxian-jun walks in, top shirt buttons unfastened. and wanning isn’t even aware of how he bites his lips when taxian-jun

lugs heavy boxes around for shi mei, or carries a stack of textbooks singlehandedly. he can see chu wanning shifting agitatedly when he comes just a bit too close and grazes his arms or back. taxian-jun knows chu wanning wants him.

it’s only a matter of time.

At the end of the week, Chu Wanning is in his office, packing his briefcase. He's about to head home. He's looking forward to the respite. His emotions have been all over the place because of his fight with Mo Ran, and he just wants to sleep and forget.

But as always, Mo Ran

surprises him. Mo Ran is a wild card, and Chu Wanning has to remain alert. Even so, when Mo Ran storms into his office, he drops his briefcase in shock. Mo Ran has never deigned to visit him during his office hours. In fact, Mo Ran leaves his classroom as quickly as he can,

trailing after Shi Mei, tugging on his coattails, without a backward glance. So to see him here has Wanning confused and in new, uncertain territory. Mo Ran looks like a wolf baring his teeth, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, sweat glistening on his chest.

An unignorable part of Chu Wanning wants to take a step closer and bury his face in that chest, but refrains. Mo Ran's chest is heaving, as if he's run a marathon. When he steps closer, Chu Wanning sees the obscene outline of his bulge. Mo Ran––
––Mo Ran is half hard.

He's tenting his pants, the outline of that weapon threatening to burst through. Chu Wanning gasps and takes a step back. Has he not dreamed of that thing inside him, hot and fierce, reforging him anew? But how could Mo Ran be in such a state, in public, for someone like him?

Perhaps something happened with Shi Mei. As he tries to rationalize this, and his own reaction, his body arching toward Mo Ran's like a flower drinking the sun, he attempts to regain control.

"What are you doing here, Mo Ran?" he spits out. He crosses his arms over his chest

indignantly, hoping to protect himself from the heat Mo Ran exudes. If he doesn't, Mo Ran will burn him alive.

"Is Chu-laoshi so disappointed to see me?" Mo Ran sneers at him. He strides forcefully toward him, the distance between them inching to a close.

Wanning's breath shortens, but he just barely keeps his stoic, stern expression.

"Mo Wei Yu, you've never come to my office hours before. I can't help but think you're here for some tomfoolery. Get out. We can discuss whatever you need next week."

Mo Ran smirks at him. Chu Wanning instantly knows that Mo Ran doesn't buy his act, and he curses his rambling mouth.

Mo Ran moves in closer to Chu Wanning until Chu Wanning is trapped against the desk. He puts his arms up,

attempting to shield himself from Mo Ran's peculiar expression. Mo Ran is looking at him as if he wants to eat him whole. Chu Wanning is scared and confused, but more than that, he wants to be devoured, to give himself up to that predatory gaze.

Mo Ran leans in and laughs when he sees Chu Wanning flinch.

"I see how Chu-laoshi looks at me. When he opens his pretty mouth to scream useless things, all I see is a kitten with his claws out."

Chu Wanning flushes instantaneously, humiliation churning, arousal at his condescending tone flushing through him.

"Mo Wei Yu, how dare you––"
"I know deep down, Chu-Laoshi's hole clenches with hunger when he's angry with me."

Chu Wanning is mortified. The level of filth Mo Ran suddenly spews bowls him over. It is an audacity Chu Wanning has never come across. He is so tempted to give in, but doing so would shatter his pride, and send them both down a path they cannot come back from.

Wanning lifts his hands and tries to swat at Mo Ran and push him back.

"Wrong move, Wanning," Mo Ran growls. And before Chu Wanning can shout at him for using his first name and spewing such obscenities, Mo Ran grabs his wrist and pulls him into his chest.

Left with nowhere else to go, Wanning has no choice but to place his arms on Mo Ran’s chest. He shudders at the feeling of it, marveling at how it manages to be firm and yet comforting at the same time. He is tempted to spread his hands over it, but he knows such behavior would

validate Mo Ran’s shamelessness. He tries to avert his gaze, to no avail, for as soon as he tries, Mo Ran grumbles and grabs his chin, facing him forward again.

“Wanning cannot look away from me ever again,” he growls out. Chu Wanning shivers at the dark possessiveness

of his tone and wonders why Mo Ran wants to claim /him/ of all people. He doesn’t have much time to ponder, as Mo Ran noses into his neck, his teeth grazing the edge of his collarbone. He sucks suddenly, singlemindedly, like he’s trying to inhale him. Chu Wanning clutches him

desperately, hands scrambling to stay fixed on Mo Ran. He must be anchored to him or he’ll float away.

Mo Ran finally pulls back and looks with satisfaction at the bruises he’s no doubt left on Wanning’s neck. Wanning is panting and shivering. His cock is dripping

inside his pants. When Wanning goes home, he will look wanton and obscene. But Mo Ran gives him no quarter.

Taxian-jun is pleased. As expected, Wanning already looks wrecked. Such a sensitive body, naturally prone to submitting itself to debauchery and lewdness.

Wanning already looks better gazing up at him with his eyes glazed over, his cheeks flushed, his lips a mess. His neck is mottled with purple, making something inside taxian-jun rumble in relief. His mouth is more suited to suppressing moans than it is tight lipped and rigid.

Taxian-jun decides to take it up a notch. Emboldened by Wanning's unconscious submission to him, he's ready to show his prickly teacher /exactly/ what it means for him to be wanted. Taxian-jun flips Chu Wanning around, bending him over his desk. There's something so salacious

about bending this man over his own work desk. This is where he grades papers, where he agonizes over his lecture slides, where he holds meetings with the worthless masses of fools who fantasize about fucking him just like this. And yet, for Taxian-jun and /only/ Taxian-jun,

this is the desk where he’s allowed himself to let his student wreck him. Taxian-jun will make him come against this desk. Every day he comes here, from now on, Wanning will not be able to look at his office without remembering what occurred here.

Taxian-jun lines his front up against Chu Wanning’s back. He grasps Wanning’s wrists in one hand and twists them behind his back, bending him over the desk. Wanning’s ass aligns right over his bulge, his tight little hole already contracting, squeezing his cock.

Chu Wanning is taken aback. Since Mo Ran entered his office, he’s been given no reprieve, no chance to defend himself against his student’s forceful, passionate onslaught. Now he’s been bent over his own work desk, his wrists twisted behind his back, and he can feel

the bulge in Mo Ran’s pants rubbing against him, at that untouched place not even he himself has ventured near. Chu Wanning is devastated—at himself, for allowing this to happen, but even more so, for feeling /aroused/ by it. Mo Ran’s cock, even clothed, is bigger and

hotter than he dreamed of. Mo Ran rubs his cock against Chu Wanning’s ass, and it slips between his cheeks. Chu Wanning blushes, embarrassed by his own body’s reaction. Mo Ran is lethal, dangerous, pushing him closer to the edge just from the movements of his hips.

How can it be this hot and dangerous clothed? He grips the edge of the desk, keeping his head down so as to hide his reactions.
“Mo Ran, what are you doing?!” he manages to say, his tone belying how he truly feels. Chu Wanning is pathetic, and cannot even pretend at anger.

Mo Ran's chest rumbles with a dark satisfaction, the sound making the hairs on Chu Wanning's arm stand up in wariness and fear. He wants to flee. He wants Mo Ran to come closer.

"This student is just giving Chu-laoshi something to think about," he says, suddenly deferential.

Wanning tries to cringe away from that voice. "Unhand me right now, barbarian. This is unfilial. This is wrong."

Mo Ran growls at him and tightens the grip he has on his hands, fucking his cock in harder between his cheeks, rubbing it like a warning.

"Your mouth is saying one thing but your slutty little hole is clenching, Wanning," he purrs. Right then, he grinds his cock directly over Wanning's hole, both warm and threatening at once. Chu Wanning is left unmoored.

If left to his own devices, Mo Ran may seriously pierce through his clothed ass and fuck him directly. Try as he might to muffle any sounds, to hide his real feelings, the sensation of Mo Ran's bulge directly rubbing over his entrance and the thought that he can fuck him

just like that, while they're clothed, makes Wanning moan. It is a kittenish, whiny mewl, and Wanning is mortified. He cannot even bring his hands up to cover his own mouth, and he knows there is no escape now. His student will ruin him with no regard for what happens after.

Of course his sounds don't escape Mo Ran's notice. He leans even closer, bringing his head next to Wanning's ear. Wanning can feel those luscious lips curled into a smirk, and he reflexively tries to jerk away from him. His ear is red, giving him away, and Mo Ran petulantly

bites it.

"I knew it," Mo Ran says triumphantly. "Chu-Laoshi wants me."

"Who says I want to lay with a savage beast like you, someone who doesn't show up to class on time, who never listens to me?" Chu Wanning replies, breathlessly.

In retaliation, Mo Ran spanks one of his ass cheeks. Wanning moans, the feeling of that hand coming down against him utterly overwhelming. The pain makes his head spin, the pleasure ratcheting up his spine.

"Cheeky Chu-Laoshi. One mouth lies, the other is honest."

Mo Ran spanks him again, on the other side now, and Wanning sobs. He wants to be free from this. Yet his body betrays him again, his ass unconsciously fitting itself into the palm that squeezes it, begging for more.

Taxian-jun is more pleased than he initially thought he'd be.

His beautiful, stringent teacher is lain before him, already this flushed and wrecked from mild bullying. His body is begging to be taken, conquered, and pleasured, to be shown all manner of obscenity that he would have never otherwise encountered. There are so many things

Taxian-jun wants to do to Wanning. This is a pure, unsullied body, rife with opportunity to be teased, to bloom with helpless pleasure at any given moment. His normally sharp-eyed, incorrigible teacher is crying and keening under his breath, his physical reactions

undermining his own attempts at putting an end to this.

"Let me go, Mo Ran, /please/," Wanning says, turning around to face him. Tears are running down his beautifulyl flushed face. He looks wronged, and yet eager. His pleas for mercy only spur Taxian-jun forward.

Overcome with a sudden need, Taxian-jun swoops into him, shoving his tongue inside his mouth. Chu Wanning can only helplessly clutch him as he's kissed into oblivion, Taxian-jun's mouth sweeping inside and claiming him there too. Taxian-jun will not let any part of this man go

unconquered. Wanning belongs to him. His soft, kitten mouth trembles underneath his own, and opens to him, like he's unaware of how naturally he takes to submitting. Giving him one more kiss, Taxian-jun fucks between his cheeks one more time, and then releases him.

Though Taxian-jun is tempted to fuck him right here, it will not do get carried away just yet. He wants Wanning to savor this incident, to agonize over it, until he comes to him, begging for it. By this point, Wanning is fully hard, dripping in his pants. His sea of black hair

is spread out on the table, beautiful and begging to be pulled. A bead of sweat roles down his elegant, pale nape. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bitten and red. HIs wrists are bruised, already carrying the marks of Taxian-jun's possession. He is perfection, undone.

Before he lets Wanning take a breath of relief, however, he decides to tease him just a little more. Wanning stands there at the head of the lecture hall looking lewd and innocent, driving Taxian-Jun crazy everyday, so this is only behavior that is warranted.

"Should I take my cock out and fuck Chu-laoshi right here?" he mumbles into Wanning's ear.

"Don't––!" Wanning moans out, trying to slap his hand over his mouth. Taxian-jun takes that hand and kisses it. Then, he steps back and laughs at Wanning.

"Don't worry, Chu-Laoshi. This student has just given you a lot to consider." He grins when he sees Wanning narrowing his eyes, still panting and trembling, at the sudden show of filial piety.

"May this student get an answer by the end of the week," Taxian-jun says, and leaves.

Taxian-jun expects things to go his way. He may not be intelligent, but when it comes to dicking down arrogant sluts like Chu Wanning, he knows when they'll come crawling toward him. A small voice inside him says that Chu Wanning /isn't/ like the other arrogant sluts of the past,

that the intelligence and care in Wanning's eyes make them light up when he himself doesn't know it, that he's never seen anyone as passionate about their work as Wanning is, even when he's trying to act thin-faced. Yet listening to that voice inside him will make things

more complicated than they need to be. Taxian-jun is a simplistic mutt, a dumb dog who follows his one-track mind to whatever he wants. So rather than following that train of thought, one that would force him to consider the tiny urge he had just now to take Wanning into his arms

he instead follows the tendrils of debauchery emanating from the room. Taxian-jun will ensure Wanning comes to him. All the other students in their class, those filthy idiots who lay their abhorrent gazes on what belongs to him, don't know how to handle Wanning.

Taxian-jun will kill anyone who lays a hand on his territory, after all. How can those fools know what Chu Wanning is really like? Just one encounter has confirmed Taxian-jun's notions. Wanning is an independent, incredibly talented man with no peer in his field. But beneath,

he is a sweet, submissive, attention-seeking kitten, who wants to be both taken and smothered with ownership and spoiled and pampered. Sometimes, when Wanning gets too carried away when he lectures him, Taxian-jun wonders why Wanning is still putting up a front.

Why doesn't he, instead, let Taxian-jun bring him home as his wife? To be fucked and ravished all day, lounging in bed, piles of candies and pillows around him. Taxian-jun has seen Wanning chew discreetly on those milk candies before and after lectures. Such a man is, in reality,

a spoiled, slutty princess, a kitten who wants to be bred and pampered in bed the whole day. Yet even these dreams, incredibly illicit as they are, carry with them that bud of tenderness that secretly, gradually grows inside Taxian-jun.

Of course, there's something just as sexy about high-minded, independent Wanning, who takes care of himself and transcends the opinions of those around him, struggling against Taxian-jun's ownership. It is no matter. Taxian-jun will claim him, until he tires of him and moves on.

Meanwhile, Wanning is shaking in his office, barely able to stand. He takes gulps of air to reground himself. He slowly straightens his posture, pulling on and buttoning his coat to hide the wet spot in his front. He hopes that no one notices how messy his hair looks.

Thankfully, he has a scarf for the fall weather, enough to hide the bruises his dog of a student has left on him. Wanning has been reduced to a mere chew toy, and he is still angry at himself for allowing it to happen. What's worse is that Taxian-jun didn't follow through

on those fantasies Wanning has had for so long. Instead, he left him in his own office, precome dripping down his leg, his hole still clenching around empty air. He left him wrecked, leaving with a smirk and an ominous promise.

When Wanning goes home that night, he dreams of what would've happened if Mo Ran did take him against his desk . . . and later, if Mo Ran took him into his arms and cradled him, whispering a mix of filth and sweetness that he may never, ever hear.

He tosses and turns in bed all night, sick and aching for Mo Ran, longing zapping across his body. When he wakes up, his legs are still weak and his heart is pounding. If Chu Wanning allows Taxian-jun to conquer him, he will never recover. And so Chu Wanning cannot allow

his student to take him, no matter what.

Chu Wanning will not allow himself to give in.

alright! that's it for this thread. stay tuned for the surprise!