ONE SHOTS🍒| STRAY KIDS

47. Emergency Office Hours (2)

Ship: SeungBin
Top: Changbin
Bottom: Seungmin
Smut by YouSayNerdISayYes
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Friday, 4:59 p.m.

Seungmin was at peace.

It was office hours.

He smiled to himself. "This is nice."

Then it clicks.

He tenses, sitting stiffly behind his desk, pretending to review papers. He's not.

He's waiting.

The clock ticks to five.

And right on time, the door opens. Without knocking.

"You're supposed to make an appointment," Seungmin says, voice tight, not looking up from his paperwork.

Changbin just closes the door behind him and says, "Emergency."

Seungmin sighs. "What could possibly constitute an emergency at five p.m. on a Friday-"

"I can't stop thinking about what you'd sound like if I touched you."

Seungmin freezes.

"You want me to leave?" Changbin asks, stepping forward, voice low and breathy. "Say the word."

Seungmin doesn't say the word.
He doesn't say anything.

Because Changbin's already in front of him, pulling his chair back slightly, leaning down until their foreheads almost touch. "Still professional?" he whispers.

"No," Seungmin admits, and it comes out breathless.

"So what do you want, Professor?"

Seungmin swallows.

And then he says it.

"I want you to ruin me."

"Say less," Changbin mutters, and their mouths crash together.

At first, the kiss is slow, almost reverent, like Changbin can't believe it's happening. Seungmin expected desperation, something fast and reckless, but the softness of Changbin's lips is almost worse. It drags the anticipation out, sets every nerve in his body on fire.

Changbin's hands slide up Seungmin's sides, fingers flexing like he's memorizing the shape of him. Seungmin fists his hands in Changbin's shirt, tugging him closer until there's no space left between them.

When Changbin lifts him, Seungmin gasps and instinctively wraps his legs around Changbin's waist. He feels powerful and helpless all at once, completely at this man's mercy.

Changbin sits him down on the edge of the desk, standing between his knees, hands cupping his face as he kisses him again, deeper this time, more open. Seungmin parts his lips with a shaky sigh, and that's all the invitation Changbin needs. His tongue flicks against Seungmin's, slow and deliberate, drawing a soft moan from the professor's throat.

Seungmin's glasses are askew, so Changbin pulls them off with one hand and sets them down carefully beside the abandoned papers. Then he tangles that hand in Seungmin's hair, pulling just enough to make his breath hitch.

Their mouths break apart only long enough for a sharp inhale before colliding again, hotter, hungrier. Changbin kisses like he's staking a claim. And Seungmin lets him, anchoring himself with one arm wrapped around Changbin's broad shoulders while the other slides under the hem of his shirt, fingertips tracing the dip of his spine.

The air is thick with want and something unspoken. Something dangerous and thrilling.

Seungmin's head falls back as Changbin kisses down his jaw, down the column of his throat. "God," Seungmin whispers, his voice shaking. "This is insane."