Teacher's pet

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 21

TAEHYUNG

"Mr. Corn fed fuckboy extraordinaire would make a good daddy," Hwasa put in unhelpfully.

"Corn fed fuckboy extraordinaire?" Eunchae asked, giggling.

Jessi answered, "It's his nickname in some of our group chats. The fact that so many of his hookups talk to each other and none of us have one bad thing to say about him is pretty impressive if you think about it."

"Calling me a fuckboy feels like an insult," I pointed out. It was a longstanding argument.

I didn't even want to know what Nova would think of this conversation. I was more than a little irritated and mortified that if she hadn't just left she'd be hearing all this.

"It's a term of endearment when we say it about you," Hwasa jumped in.

"Daddy fuckboy Taehyung," Namjoon added and laughed.

"Do you have to make every single thing sound like absolute filth?" I asked him.

Jay excused himself from the table and I barely noticed.

"Hwasa started it," Namjoon said defensively. "And no. Not everything." He paused. "Maybe. Probably. Who knows? Not the point. We all know you'll be a great father, so why not start soon? Our kids could be the same age." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

His wife was currently pregnant, and apparently baby fever really was a thing."Not happening," I said with no hesitation. "Does not appeal. First of all, last time I checked it takes two people to have a baby, and if you hadn't noticed, I'm very much single." It wasn't strictly the truth, but for this crowd I was sticking to it. "And I'm too young to settle down. Maybe when I'm forty or older it will appeal to me, but right now it emphatically doesn't, and that's enough about the subject." I paused. "Now let's play," I added for good measure.

Everyone finally dropped it, thank God, Nova came back in, and we got down to poker.

I'd gone over the game previously with Nova so she had a good notion of the rules, but Jungkook and Mark were hell-bent on helping her learn, leaning close and speaking to her quietly, pointing things out, clearly instructing her as we played.

It was distracting me.

And making me feel violent. I wanted to fight them both for leaning too close to her, for looking at her like that.
At one point jungkook put his arm around her, touching her shoulder as he explained something about her hand of cards to her.

I stood abruptly. "I'm going to get a bottle of water? Anyone else need anything?" A few requests were thrown out. Perfect. "Nova," I said sharply. "Come help me carry the drinks." She blinked up at me innocently and obeyed.

The second we were in the kitchen I pushed her into the walk-in pantry, shut us in, and pinned her hard to the wall, our chests flush. "Are you flirting with Jungkook?" I asked her harshly.

Her eyes were wide. She shook her head instantly, and the way she was looking at me as she did it made me realize I was being a maniac.

I rubbed my body against hers. "Well, stay away from him." I grabbed her cunt. "Don't forget this is my fucking territory." I gripped a tit roughly. "All of it. Say it."

"My body is your territory," she said, no hesitation.

It was gratifying, but I needed more. "And who do you belong to?"

"You."

I took a deep breath, feeling instant relief. That's what I'd needed from her. I gave her what she needed right back."After everyone leaves I'm going to fuck you like I hate you," I told her roughly. "And then I'm going to make you crawl on the floor on all fours and take my cock all the way down your throat, you little cocksleeve. I'm going to face fuck you. You're going to suck my dick while it's still dripping from your pussy and my cum. You're going to lick it clean."

She shivered in delight.

I pulled her shirt up and stuffed it in her mouth. "Be quiet," I told her harshly, pulling the cup of her bra down to pinch her nipple hard. I placed a hand around her throat.
She whimpered. I choked her with one hand, reaching the other into her shorts, and got her off.

It was agony, but I peeled myself away from her and grabbed the requested drinks.

When we returned to the room I made Jungkook switch seats with me, not bothering to come up with a good reason for it, just glaring at him until he complied. I'd had enough of him being near her, looking at her like that, and I simply wasn't going to put up with it anymore.

I moved Nova's seat too, so she was sitting next to Soobin instead of Mark. The single guys of the group could stay a football field away from her as far as I was concerned.

We were a few more hands in, everyone laughing about a hilarious bluff Jay had pulled off when my palm went to the back of her head, fingers stroking her silky hair, gripping it lightly, even pulling a bit just how she liked. It was an unconscious, natural motion. Muscle memory that was set off before my brain even registered what I was doing.
I snatched my hand away just as soon as my mind caught on to what I'd done, looking around the table to see who'd noticed.

Namjoon caught my eye, giving me a long, pointed look. He'd seen the accidental tell and was judging me for it.
A few minutes later Nova left to grab a plate of food between hands.

"What the fuck?" Namjoon asked me the moment she left. "What are even you doing, man?" He was right, but I didn't want to hear it.

"Just fucking drop it," I warned him.

Of course that didn't stop him. It would take more than that-possibly the earth opening to swallow him whole-to shut Namjoon up. "As much as I love general disruption, anarchy, and misbehavior in general," he told me pointedly, "you do know you absolutely should not hit that, right?

"Of course I fucking do," I growled back.

He just kept going. "Eighteen is too young for you." He paused. He looked at Jimin, smirked. "No offense." Jimin had been Thirty-five, his wife eighteen, when they met."

"None taken," Jimin said wryly, not even looking up from his phone. He was checking in with his kids every time we had a break.

"But eighteen isn't even the biggest problem," Namjoon continued his rant at me. "The homeless high school student thing is downright sordid, especially since she's your student. If nothing else, it will ruin your teaching career."

"There's absolutely nothing you could say that I haven't told myself," I told him tersely. "Just drop it."

He shook his head, outright laughing now. "I always knew when you broke bad it would be fucking out of line, but you've outdone even my wild imagination, man."

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