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Namgi

Teachers Pet.

Namjoon was a teacher at Seoul National University, about 26 years old. He was tall, buff, his lips were plump and his eyes looked dragon like. He taught English, something he had majored in after learning a lot of it. Yoongi, a 22 year old college student, tall, skinny and pale. He had a fond smile for his teacher whenever he walked inside of the lecture room, moving seats so he could see his tan skin and large hands. Yes, sometimes he had fantasies, but he put them aside to work on studies. He'd sit in the lecture hall after classes to watch his teacher, helping him sometimes. He was called 'teachers pet' by his classmate, because Namjoon would call on him a lot to help him with problems, but in reality he just wanted to get closer with the male.

Namjoon continued to teach one day, and Yoongi was staring at him, biting his lower lip softly at him while he was thinking. Thinking in sin, lots of sin. "Yoongi. Are you listening?" he looked up at him and unconsciously winked, then nodded and wrote down some of the notes. "Good. How about you see me after class, we need to talk." he sighed and nodded once more, going back to taking notes. After the lecture was over, some students just stayed after to see what would happen with the 'teachers pet' and the teacher. Yoongi got a bit afraid since people were watching, walking up to his teacher. "Y-yes, Mr Kim..?" "Ah, yes. Hello, Mr Min. We should go somewhere..private so we can talk."

"Yes sir." he said softly, then followed Namjoon to another classroom that was never used, empty but full of desks and chairs. Namjoon turned the light on and put his computer on the desk, opening it before logging in. Yoongi sat on the desk and leaned back onto his arms, looking at his computer. He saw a picture of him on the desktop as he raised an eyebrow, how did he not notice this before? Namjoon looked at his student on the desk, smiling fondly. He always liked his students, he would love to give all of them 100s and let them just pass the course, but they needed to study. "So, do you know why I called you here?"

"No, sir."

Yoongi took Namjoons glasses off before putting them on his face, "do they look good?" Namjoon nodded. "Well, I've called you after school..I'm noticing you passing my class with a 100. All through the semester, it's been a solid 100. So, I'm offering you to help me in tutoring people." he offered. Yoongi thought about it for a moment before laying on the desk, putting his feet on the desk. He hummed, looking at his teacher. "Tutor people..how?" he asked, moving his head to him, looking up at him. Namjoon swore he felt a twitch in his pants. "Basically one on one with the person, giving them instructions on how to do stuff. But do not give them the answers. Got it?"

"Mhm." Yoongi replied, sitting up as he crossed his legs in a criss cross shape, fixing Namjoons glasses that were on his face. "Why else did you want to talk to me, Professor?" he tilted his head, wanting to know. He was curious, a curious college student. He then looked down to Namjoons chest, seeing his big muscly chest covered in purple clothing. Not that he minded, it looked good on him. "I want to speak to you about..in class." Namjoon stood up and placed his laptop onto the floor before looking at Yoongi, placing his hands on each side of him on the desk. "Do you pay attention to the lesson? Or do you pay attention to..me?"

"T-the lesson.." Yoongi whispered, straight up lying to his professor. He drew out a breath of air he never knew he had when Namjoon backed away from him. Namjoon hummed and went up to him again, this time gripping his jaw gently. "I know you stare at me, I know you're thinking of me. But you're thinking in sin." Yoongi said, "It's for all the right reasons, baby. Don't care 'bout grades." he said a bit seductively, smiling. Namjoon chuckled, leaning into his face to kiss him. Then, he pulled away. Yoongi furrowed his brows and got a bit needy, reaching out to him. "Please, I wanted that."

"Aw baby~ do you think you deserve it?" he nodded at the question. "Yes. Yes I do, Mr-" he got cut off by the hand on his jaw tighening. "Call me Daddy, baby. Do you know why the students call you my 'teacher's pet'? Hm?" Namjoon didn't get a response. He smirked and ran his hand down his neck, down his chest. Into his pants where Yoongi's little bulge was. "Tell me. Do you know why the students call you..'teachers pet'?"