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Hoseok - Teacher au

"Miss L/N, would you stay behind after class please" would have been stressful to hear in any other situation, and your friends seemed to feel nothing but sympathy for you as they told you they'd save a seat for you at lunch, but you had different information. Different reasons for your stress; You knew you hadn't done anything wrong, no you were a good student.
Mr Jung was your new history teacher, you had had him for barely three days. He was young, good looking and overall a very competent teacher.
You had, unfortunately, also hooked up with him whilst on vacation just weeks prior and you had not spoken to the man with those lovely, rosy lips ever since. It was about to change. The last few people moved out of the classroom and Mr. Jung closed the door behind them, locking the door.
You moved from your place to his desk, leaning against it as you crossed your arms. Ah, he looked good in a tie, you couldn't keep yourself from thinking it.
"I thought I would be able to ignore it. Ignore you" He spoke, making his way towards you, pushing his fingers through his previously neatly brushed hair. "But you just look SO cute when you're focusing"
"Are you allowed to speak to your students like that, Hoseok?" You asked, heart hammering in your chest.
"No, most definitely not" He grinned. "But that's also not Hoseok to you, missy."
Grabbing his tie in a fit of bravery, you pulled him closer, lips hovering above his.
"Sorry, professor"
He closed the gap, hands finding your hips. He tasted like coffee, and damn was he a good kisser. You melted into his touches, for a moment forgetting where you were as his hips grinded slightly against yours, a soft moan slipping out against him.
"This is a bad place to-"
"I locked the door"
"So we're just going to-" you trailed off, panting slightly.
He moved back, still with his hands resting on your sides. "Not if you don't want to"
It was too late, a fire had already ignited within you. You wanted him. Really badly.
"I do" Your fingers moved to the back of his neck, cheeks tinted scarlet. "But if we get caught, I'm pretty sure we'll be in legal trouble"
"Let's not get caught then, baby" he had a teasing grin on his face. You couldn't help but let the corners of your lips curl into a smile aswell as your lips met for another kiss. His hands all over your still, unfortunately, very clothed body, kissing you harder, deeper than before. You could feel the blood pumping in your veins as his tongue parted your lips; kissing you as if he wanted to be one with you, his touches more desperate yet just as deliberate.
"Mm, sir, please-" You got out, trying to part, to speak inbetween shared kisses.
"Say that again" He moved back, eyes darkned, lips parted slightly as he tried to catch his breath.
"What..? I...." You tried to, in quite a flustered manner, figure out what he meant. "... Sir?"
His fingers grapped your legs, yanking you closer, forcing your legs to the sides of him. In hasty movements, clearly having a hard time controlling his movements, he unzipped his pants, letting them fall down to his ankles. Before you yourself could even react to your own actions you reached out, placing your palm over his underwear, tauntingly slow massaging his growing bulge. Hoseok groaned, his head falling back as you grew increasingly impatient. It was a good thing he seemed to feel the same, his hand moving to wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements. You let your hands find his shoulders instead as he pushed his underwear down, his length springing free from its restraints. He merely lifted your skirt up, pushing your damp underwear to the side. Soon you felt his member prodding against your entrance.
"Sir... please" You spoke trying to get him to speed up a little, wishing for him to move faster.
"Everyone seems to think you're such a good girl" he chuckled, although you had to try hard to focus on his voice as he began slowly easing himself into you. "Imagine if they knew you let your professor fuck you on his desk in between classes"
"Please" you struggled to speak, hiding your face against his neck. His hands found your face, bringing it up so that your eyes met his before he moved forward to capture your lips against his.
As he began thrusting, the desk moved slightly beneath you. To make things easier, he moved so that you were laying over his desk instead, him half on top as he deliever short, hard plunges. The pleasure was overwhelming, he felt incredible, the area where you were connected throbbing as you clenched your walls involuntarily around him. A whimper left your lips, eyes glossing over before you shut them tight, back arching.
"Hold it" He spoke as if knowing you were getting near your climax. You didn't answer, having to focus all your energy on holding back the orgasm that felt so incredibly close. His thrusts at first sped up, getting more forceful, then they got sloppier, less regular. His thumb moved across your clit, drawing another whimper from you. "Go on baby, cum for me"
As you did just that, feeling wet liquid dripping down onto the desk beneath, he suddenly pulled out. You forced your eyes open, trying to figure out what was going on in the midst of your high, his fingers still stimulating your senstive nerve endings.
You gathered back your control, coming down from your hormone rush, him still not having reached his own release.
"Be a good girl and suck my cock. We don't want to make a mess now do we?" He touched your head, backing up so that you got space to, on shaky legs, get off his desk. You quickly moved, half stumbling, to your knees, one hand wrapped around the base of his chaft, tongue running over the tip dripping with glossy precum. You took as much of him into your mouth as you could, letting him wrap one hand around the back of your head to be able to steer you to a good pace. Gentle thrusts, he moved his hips.
"Look at me, Y/N" he grunted, and you forced your eyes up to meet his. He swore, licking his lips as your brushed your tongue along the bottom of his length, lips wrapped tightly around him.
He gave a few, last jerky thrusts before he reached climax. A little awkwardly you tried to not let any of it spill. No mess, remember? Your cheeks flared up as you heard yourself moan slightly, then he stopped moving, holding your head still. Hoseok pulled out, and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as he pulled his underwear and pants back up. Not trusting your legs to carry you, you stayed down until he moved to grab your arms, helping you up from the floor.
His lips met yours in one last, short kiss.
"Here, I'll give you my number." he said, ripping a  piece of paper and a grabbing a pen, then looked up at you to add with a grin "In case you ever need extra lessons, I mean"