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Teacher's Pet

*A/N: Mature content ahead. Read at your own risk ;)
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"Most of you did well on your exam last week, while some barely passed."

Mr. Park said as he passed out the exam papers. I swear he looked at me when he said that.

With a disappointed look on his face, he handed me my exam paper. I took it from him, and saw my grade. I immediately regretted it.

"This is the third D- I received this week. Shit, I'm so screwed," I thought as I sighed deeply.

"See me after class."

The school bell finally rang which made everyone grab their shit and run. How fucking lucky. If Mr. Park didn't hold me back, I would've been back home, sleeping already. I'm so done with today.

I stuffed my paper inside my bag, put it on, and headed towards Mr. Park.

"Now, what do you want Mr. Park?" I really don't have time for his shit right now.

He stood up from his seat, and walked to the door. He then locked it. Ahh I see. I know what he wants.

"I told you when we're alone together, you can just call me Jimin. And I wanted to discuss your grades." Jimin sat down on his desk with his hands in his pockets.

"Are we really going to talk about my grades? Or something else? Jimin?" I teased as I stood in between his legs.

You could say that Jimin and I have a thing going on. He came onto me first, and I couldn't resist it. He's fucking hot.

I was skeptical about it at first, but I figured I needed the grades. I guess I fell for him, and he fell for me. Damn his eye smile.

Yes, I know it's illegal to date your teacher, but I have a few more weeks til I graduate. Hopefully, our secret stays a secret by then.

Jimin rested his hands on my waist and stared into my eyes. "I'm just worried that you won't be able to graduate if you keep this up. And I really want to see my baby succeed." His whispered voice sent shivers down my spine. "Now, what can we do about your grade for this class?"

"How about you change my D- to an A?" I said as I slowly slid my hand down his chest to his belt. "School's over, and we have this place all to ourselves." I leaned in closer, to the point where my lips are brushing up against his. "Tell me what I should do to get that A."

"Beg for it."

Next thing I know, I was pushed up against a desk. Jimin attacked my lips and ran his hands all over me. 

Our tongues fought for dominance, and I was winning. Jimin, on the other hand, wasn't having any of it.

He pulled away from me, making me whimper at the loss of contact.

"Turn around babygirl. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours," Jimin said sternly.

I obliged, and bent over on the desk. Just to tease him, I pressed up against his clothed member. Jimin let out a grunt which turned me on even more. I felt him lower himself on me.

"Not today baby girl. If you want that A, you have to listen to me," he whispered in my ear. Jimin left trails of kisses up and down my neck.

He stood back up, and took off his belt. I felt Jimin wrapping the leathery material tightly around my wrists.

Jimin lifted up my skirt which revealed my black, lacy panties.

His fingers ran up and down my clothed core. A moan escaped my mouth as he began to rub my clit.