Take Responsibility (Taemin One-Shot)

Part 2

"Thanks so much for staying after to help me, ____-ssi. It's easier to talk to someone who speaks the language. I'm learning way faster." You couldn't help but blush at Taemin's compliment.

You felt like an idiot around him for stuttering and blushing so much. He was just thanking you for helping him, innocent really, but here you were thinking of nothing but ruining that innocent image of his. Putting that perfect little body over this desk and have him help you with a few things.

Taemin never gave you a reason to want him so badly sexually. He continued to use honorifics, he was always polite and respectful... he never touched you in an inappropriate way.... Hell, he never even touched you. But for some strange reason that only made your desire for him grow. You just hoped that he was as naïve as he looked and didn't catch on to the way you responded to him. And by the constant doe-eyed look he gave gave you... you doubted it.

"Oh don't thank me~ It's all because you're a fast learner. Your English was never bad."

He chuckled at that. "Thank you. So how are you liking Korea so far? It has to be really different from America."

"Yeah... it is. But I really like everything here. The music, the rich culture, the fashion, the guys-,"

"The guys? Oh you like Asian men?" he wagged his eyebrows a cute laugh coming out and you flushed.

You shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Yeah, they are alright."

He continued to laugh and he leaned in towards your face, "Are you sure? I heard that American girls really like us Korean men."

You tried to think properly with his face close to yours and you rolled your eyes, willing yourself not to stutter, "I don't know where you heard that from Lee Taemin. And us, men? Taemin-ssi, you have to be like sixteen." You teased but he didn't look amused.

"Sixteen?" he said incredulously. "Is that how old I look to you ____?"

Your eyes widened at the informal speech. Was he upset with you?

Taemin, his face still only inches from yours, leaned in closer, "Well then, I guess I'll have to show you I'm older than I look, eh?"

After that he sat back into his chair across from you and grinned like nothing happened.

You just stared with your mouth still open and red coating your cheeks.

Damn it you should say something. Slap him. Reprimand him. Something.

But you couldn't and silence fell over the two of you. He continued to stare at you with those golden eyes, wide and you continued to look down in perpetual shock. He's seventeen, maybe eighteen he is too damn young for you. Plus he is a student.

Why did that thought only turn you on?

The thought of you being the first woman he had ever been with. Making him moan your name, writhing in an unfamiliar feeling of ecstasy as you rode his small hips.

You clenched your thighs together as your center began to throb.

Cumming moaning, "Noona..."

"I guess I'll have to show you I'm older than I look...."

You quickly stood up, the chair making a creaking sound and stacked your books to prepare to put them in your bag. You prayed to God that your panties didn't soak your skirt. Panties that were now wet from a simple words.

"Shit... I mean- Well... I should go-," you cleared your throat.

You felt extremely awkward right now.