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Red Pen (Namjoon Dom!) Part 1

A/N: y'all this one is uhm a little triggering, like if this happened to me in real life I would probably skip school for 3 days and cry lol. With that said here is a warning, so you can't say I didn't warn you.

Warning: HUMILIATION, BLACKMAIL, public, slight blood, and slight choking,and total orgasm denial, and dirty talk and rape just to be safe.

Ok, don't say I didn't warn you ;)

XOXO
~Space

Y/N P.O.V

This was it. The finals. I mean English wasn't​ my best subject but I kept a passing grade, Well a D but still technically passing right? Anyways, I was particularly nervous because most of my time was spent on this class spacing out, well not exactly spacing out but imagining. Mr.Kim...that name made my knees weak. Every time he got up to teach all I could think about was being bent over his desk, him pulling my hair as he fucked me so hard the desk shook with every stroke. I began to imagine it now, my legs rubbing together for friction before...

"Ahem. Class? Class, settle down!" Mr.Kim nearly barked across the classroom, making every student drop what they were doing and give him their full attention. "Ah, that's better" He said calmly before showing his dimpled smile that Y/N So dearly loved. "Now before we begin today's exam, I have a note, a letter if you will, I'd like to share with the class."

"Is it the answer to the finals?!" one of the students yelled from the back on the classroom, earning a few Snickers from his peers. Mr.Kim gave him an annoyed look before sighing, "No Mr.Peirce it is not the answers to the final, and it never will be. As a senior you should know that by now." Every one giggling at how Mr.Kim handled the situation.

"Quiet class...Nevertheless, many of you might find it's contents rather interesting, in fact let's make this a class exercise, in place of the exam, which will be postponed until after the weekend. The class cheered in relief knowing that the test was postponed. "Ok class, I've removed the author and recipient's name, as some of you might know the source,-"

One of the girls in the front cutting him off, "Didn't we learn last week that critique bias can skew how you grow a certain material in relation to how you would without such knowledge?" she asked batting her eyes, obviously begging for attention. "Yes, that is correct miss Green but please refrain from interrupting me next time" he said smiling and shooting her a wink and smile that was sure to make all the girls in the room panties drop.

"Anyways class, while the smart board wakes up, I have a question for you all, What is love class?" he asked. "Is it based on complex emotions, or raw physical attraction?" The class was deep in thought, so quiet you could hear a pencil drop. I however was still deep into my fantasy totally ignoring anything that was happening around me. "Well class, the writer of this letter clearly thinks they have figured it out" he says smirking. "In fact , this letter is so grammatically incorrect I think that a lot of you could do a lot better, so That's what we are going to do class. Read thoroughly, and add one correction to class discussion for participation points, understood?"

The smart board had woken up and it was finally time to see the letter Mr.Kim had been going on and on about. "Ok ready, set, go!" he said with an excited smile. Every students face dropping to an "O" shape. "What's the matter class? Something wrong? " "W-well Mr. Kim, this is a rather ahem, explicit letter for class, don't you think?" One of the other girls in front piped up. "Well yes the author's language is rather explicit. As I'm sure you've noticed by now, the author's attraction to the subject is mostly sexual, using phrases such as ,"I want to seduce you, take your cock in my hungry pussy" and "when I masturbate, I imagine you're in my bed at night, fucking me senseless."

"Unfortunately, she paints her fantasies on the page with such incompetence that the whole scene is rather ruined." He said with a sly smirking looking directly at me. "Ahh miss Y/N do you have anything to contribute to this discussion. I stare down at my desk , "we will come back to you" he continues with the rest of the class, all critiquing the letter....my letter. How the hell did he get that!? That was for my eyes only! I was pretty sure I looked flustered now, but all I could do was sit and take the embarrassment.