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[17:01] now playing: thanks - seventeen

[warnings] spanking, titjob, teacher-student relationship, cumplay, student!joshua x teacher!reader

2nd person // 1.3k words

[a/n] I feel so bad that I haven't been able to finish y'alls requests... it's not that one forgot or don't want to do it, it's just that I've been having a huge lack of creativity. so, I'm really sorry. I know it must be frustrating waiting so long because some requests go back months ago. again, I'm sorry... 💗💗💗

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you watched as the time slowly passed by. every annoying tick making you want to pull your hair out. only 5 more minutes—although it felt like 5 hours.

you sat at your desk as your students talked amongst each other, itching to flee from the claustrophobic portable. you were supposed to be grading papers, but your focus was on the tall, slender boy in the back of the class, with circle lenses and cotton candy hair that rested over his forehead.

carefully, you watched as he twirled a pencil in his hands, frustrated at the problems on his homework. despite having poor math skills, he was still working. it was quite cute how a piece of paper with numbers on it got him so riled up.

although, you couldn't blame him. being the perfect little boy that he is, or his parents want him to be, failing a class would be devastating. because what kind of pure, innocent church boy would he be if he didn't have all a's?

with one final tick, the clicked reached 4:00 pm and the class ran out, yelling quick goodbyes. joshua sighed before putting away his homework and throwing on his backpack. he was about to say his farewell when you called him over with a wiggle of your finger. "joshua, darling, come here real quick."

he gulped as he felt his muscle tense. he made his way to your desk, pulling his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "yes, ma'am?" he squeaked and cleared his throat in embarrassment. you had to hold back your amusement from his bashfulness. "I suppose you are already aware, but you are failing my class. a 38 to be exact."

he froze on the spot. he knew his grade was bad, but he didn't think it was that bad. his parents wouldn't be too happy with him. you continued on as he remained quiet. "which is why I want you to come to after school tutoring." you pulled out an envelope from your desk drawer with his name written in neat cursive. "give this to your parents and have them sign it. tutorials will start monday."

you give him a small smile when you handed him the envelope and your fingers gently brushed each other's. by now, his cheeks and ears were glowing pink as he muttered a quick thank you and left to catch his bus.