some call him dodgy, some call him a turn on, but all that matters is the fact that he is totally fuckable.
in your eyes he was a conquest. one in which you are sure to pursue.
for today only you were actually early to class. only so you can claim the seat next to taehyungs without anyone trying to tax it off you.
the left side of the desk had many doodles and markings on it, some stating things highly inappropriate that made you wonder why the school hadn't made him scrub it clean.
jolting back into your seat, the bell rung loudly. signaling that class had begun.
students among students came flooding into the beige room quickly. the boys typically opting for the back of the class.
and finally in came the infamous taehyung, whose eyebrows lifted as soon as his sharp eyesight caught on to your figure sat in the seat next to his.
the chair beside you let out a painful screech against the tiles of the floor along with a black Adidas bag that was placed (not so gently) onto the scribbled covered desk.
he slumped down onto his chair and extended his legs to stretch.
you couldn't help but to sneak a peak at his shirt raising. a glance of his v-line and lower abs made your lips curve into a satisfied smirk.
"well, well, if it isn't the gorgeous y/n. now tell me..is this going to be a daily thing or?" he whispered over the teachers boring words, he leant to your side and gave your arm a slight nudge.
"you wish honey" you slyly replied, leaving him hanging with a unfulfilled answer.
you let about 15 minuets pass before starting to feel a bit frisky.
his head was in his arms, laying on the desk.
you quietly shuffled more closer to him and subtly placed your jeweled hand onto his thigh.
he flinched at the sudden foreign touch and slowly raised his head.
with dreary eyes and hair covering his eyes he looked to you and placed his veiny hand on top of yours.
he held your eye contact and slid your hand upwards, towards his upper thigh.
you grabbed his thigh and smirked as he shifted his position, now opening his legs more, granting you more access to his clothed crotch.
you slid your hand up further. his hand still softly grasping yours. and used the tips of your fingers to lightly graze his still-growing erection.
you made contact with his zipper and delicately pulled it down.
his baby pink boxers poked through his undone zipper and you giggled to yourself.
he looked up at you and his ears flushed cherry red. "h-hey"
"shh.." your thumb tickled his lower lip, "its cute baby, i like it."
his chest produced raspy puffs of oxygen as your fingers pleasured him dearly.
it was warm,hot even. his twitching cock pulsated through his underwear.
a soaked dotted patch of pre-cum sneaked over his black ripped jeans.
so.. maybe he's enjoying this more than i am.
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