teacher - seungmin x reader

-two-

you stared at him in disbelief, unsure of whether what you heard was real.

"eh?" you asked rather stupidly, your eyes searching his. you were expecting him to burst out in laughter, but instead you found yourself staring into honest, sincere, and waiting brown eyes.

shit. he was being serious.

"y-your teacher?" you repeated, and you realized that his eyes were pulling you in.

"yes," he smiled, inching closer towards you. you flinched, unsure of whether or not you should close the distance between you or inch farther away from him. 

"i-im not sure i know w-what you m-mean." you said nervously, unaware that seungmin was now inches away from your face, one hand placed on your thigh. the contact sent currents up and down your body, you hated how much you loved it.

"i mean," he whispered, tilting his head to the side, a small smile playing on his lips. "i'm pretty inexperienced, right y/n?"

"y-yea?" in your nervousness, a small giggle escaped your lips.

"so i need you to, well, teach me." he was so close now, and you could breathe in his scent. he smelled like lavender, which caught you by surprise. his eyes were still gentle, searching yours and asking for approval.

"this is crazy," you whispered, trying to break away from his gaze.

"maybe," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. the oldest trick in the book, but when seungmin did it, you felt your heart tighten and a shiver send down your spine. he placed one hand on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.

you were not going to agree to this. it's messed up and crazy and just outra-

his lips were soft against yours, gentle yet eager. a soft moan escaped from his throat, and you felt your cheeks start to burn. you had to pull away. you had to push him off of you and run away screaming. but you didn't want to. a tiny part of you wanted to explore this, to see what would happen, and that tiny part of you grew bigger the more his lips molded with yours.

you finally melted against him, reaching up and weaving your fingers through his fluffy hair. he groaned when you lightly tugged on it, and you smiled against his lips. your teeth lightly grazed his bottom lip, and again, a low groan erupted from his throat. he was vocal. you took note of that.

gaining confidence, you straddled his hips, pushing him against the wall so he could be more comfortable. he opened his eyes at the sudden shift, his eyes hooded with lust and glazed over, his lips red and puffy. you smiled before reconnecting your lips with his. his hands found their way to your waist and squeezed gently, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering like crazy.

"tell me when you want to stop." you panted, planting soft kisses on his neck. he groaned, and it encouraged you to nibble on his skin. you were eager to find his sweet spot, but you were careful not to leave any marks. his skin seemed to melt under your touch, and you sat back for a second to admire your work, parts of his skin glistening in the light from your saliva.

feeling bold, you licked a stripe from his neck to his ear, and you felt him shudder before tensing up.

oh. he liked that.

you did it again, this time pausing below his earlobe and biting gently. he let out a low groan, and you clenched around nothing. why was that so hot? you felt him shiver under you. you lightly pushed against him, causing friction. his hands balled into fists at your sides, and you could feel his nails dig into the texture of your shirt. he held you tight against him, bringing you harder down on him. before you could react, he grabbed you by the shoulders and violently pushed you off, landing on the your butt with a soft thud.

"what's wrong?" you whined, trying hard not to sound needy but failing. he quickly threw his bag over his shoulder and stood up.

"i, i uhm h-have to pee," he turned away from you and awkwardly ran away, his hands covering the front of his jeans as he left you panting and needy. he turned to take the stairs, and that's when you noticed it.

the bulge in his pants.

"i'm telling you y/n, go for it." sana laughed when you told her about what happened between you and seungmin, which annoyed you. you really needed some advice.

"its weiiirdd thoooough, don't you think?" you whined, leaning your head on her shoulder. 

"what's weird about it? he needs a teacher. you need some dick. its a win win situation over here," she laughed, and you slapped her playfully on the shoulder. 

"don't say that," you groaned, but she was right. it's been a year since your last time and to make matters worse, it was your first. you wince slightly at the unwelcomed memory, and a sweet voice calling your name shakes it away altogether. 

"y/n-ahh!!! we're still on for later right?" momo calls, placing her hand on your head. 

you giggle and nod, wrapping your arms around her waist. "we could go right after class! unless you wanna change first?" she shakes her head, and something about momo makes you lose yourself in your thoughts about seungmin once again. 

you don't even notice her leave, and you suddenly feel sana wrap her hand around your wrist. you turn your head to question her, when you realize how pink she's turned, a pretty shade settling into her cheeks and ears. 

"are you okay?" you ask, and you suddenly feel how warm her skin is. you cock your head to the side to question her, when bangchan suddenly approaches the table. as he slams his tray onto the table, sana stands up, making eye contact with him. 

what the hell is happening? you think as they intensely stare at each other before sana grabs her bag and runs away. you look expectantly at bangchan, who had turned a similar shade of pink as sana and sits in the seat in front of you. 

"so." you say awkwardly. you and bangchan were never really friends, your only common link being seungmin. fuck. seungmin. you quickly scanned the cafeteria to find that he was nowhere in sight, he wasnt at the table he usually sat at. your mind raced as you ignored the words of the curly haired boy in front of you, absentmindedly throwing in random "uhuh"s and "yea"s. 

wait, why were you even looking for him? you didn't care anyway. 

"y/n? what do you think?" bangchan asks, his brown eyes full of worry. a pang of guilt hits you when you realize you can't give him the proper advice. 

"uhh, i dont know." you shrug apologetically, as he nods understandingly, taking a small bite of his lunch. 

you had to stop pretending now. you wanted this as much as seungmin did. if only you could find him and tell him that you were actually game.