a/n: I know you guys have been waiting on this one, so I’ve broken it up into two parts. Part one is the build up and part two is SMUT. Anyway enjoy.
He had never felt this way before nor had he ever thought this way about someone, especially one of his students. His eyes were always drawn to her, not that she ever did anything to draw attention to herself. She was likable, charming, funny, and pretty…almost too pretty. From where he stood she had no faults, other than her loser boyfriend. She was in her last year of university, an English major, and her boyfriend was a repeating senior. Her boyfriend’s only aspiration in life was finding the hottest parties.
“Professor Kiseok,” her soft melodic voice tore through his thoughts, “can you clarify what the author meant in this paragraph please?” He smiled softly willing to answer whatever it was she asked. She listened intently jotting down a few notes as he spoke. The tip of her pen trailed over her bottom lip before she took it between her teeth. He quickly adverted his eyes meeting the gaze of his other students.
“Any other questions before I dismiss class?” Everyone shook their heads silently praying that no one else held them up by asking more questions. “Okay then, class dismissed.” Kiseok gathered his papers and other course materials together as the students rushed through the doors.
“Professor,” she called for his attention, “I’m having a little trouble with the paper you assigned.”
“What are you having trouble with?” He cleared his throat trying to maintain his composure. If anything he wanted to appear natural, as if he had no bias feelings towards her. Kiseok leaned against the desk and crossed one ankle over the other. His arms folded over one another as he tilted his head giving her his full attention.
“Um, well…I don’t fully know wha—“
“Babe,” her boyfriend called through the open door, “are you coming?” His tone was sharp and slightly demanding.
“Never mind.” She sighed deeply before making her departure.
“If you need help, you can always visit me during office hours.” He tried his best to not sound too eager.
“Mh, thanks.” Her eyes narrowed as she revealed a genuine smile. Kiseok’s lower lips slipped between his teeth as he watched her hips sway from side to side in her short black skirt. His eyes scanned lower to her smooth glistening legs that he fantasized wrapped around his waist as he thrust in to her. An animalistic growling rumbled in his chest as he clenched his messenger bag’s strap as he slipped it over his shoulder.
“There’s an exclusive party in Hongdae and guess who got us in?” Her boyfriend licked his lips before placing a quick kiss on her ruby red lips.
“I don’t know, I’ve got so much to do—“
“Trust me; you don’t want to miss this.” His hand placed a firm grip on her plump backside.
“What are you doing?” She panicked swatting his hand away from her. Her eyes shot to the room behind her hoping that her professor didn’t see.
“That creep left already.” He grabbed her by her backside once more and pulled her into him.
“He’s not a creep,” she firmly placed her fists on his chest, “he’s actually kinda cute.”
“Cute,” he looked appalled, “cuter than me?”
“No one is cuter than you.” She leaned in and returned a quick kiss on his lips before removing herself from his arms.
“You’re coming tonight then?” He shouted down the hall after her.
Kiseok gathered his papers once more and made a quiet exit from the lecture hall. He had seen her with her boyfriend one too many times and didn’t want to put himself through that again. Kiseok had never been jealous of a student’s relationship before, but he wished he could return back to his senior days. A part of him knew it was wrong to fantasize about a student, but there was something different about her. He shook his head trying to clear her from his head once more.
“One more month,” he mumbled to himself, “I just need to last one more month.”
“Professor?” She perked up as soon as he came around the corner.
“Ah,” he cleared his throat, “yeah.”
“You said I could come during office hours.”
“Yes, right.” He pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked his office door. This was bad, being alone with her in a room. Everything inside of him was screaming at him to turn her away, but he couldn’t. Kiseok held the door open as she stepped into his office and took the seat opposite of his desk. He shut the door behind him and placed his class papers on his desk. Kiseok slipped his messenger bag strap over his head before taking the seat directly across from her.
“One month left.” She sighed softly as she let her purse drop to the floor. Her right leg crossed over her left before she leaned forward to place her books on his desk.
“Hm?” His eyes shot up meeting hers. Had she heard what he said?
“One month. I only have one month left until I graduate.” She smiled more to herself, pleased with her accomplishment.
“I remember what that feeling was like.” Kiseok chuckled leaning back in his chair.
“What were you like,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “in your college years?”
“Um…I was studious and hardworking. I had a part time job and liked to go clubbing on my off days.”
“I can’t imagine you at a club.” She giggled while vividly trying to imagine him picking up girls.
“Eh,” Kiseok laughed, “I was a pretty good dancer, even rapped a little.”
“You? A rapper?!” Her delicate hand found a home over her mouth as she tried to hide her laughter from him.
“Hey, I was pretty good.”
“If you were so good, then why did you become a teacher?”
“That’s a good question,” he sighed as if he were trying to remember the answer to that question himself, “I wanted a practical career.”
“I’m glad you’re a teacher,” her eyes fell to her hands in her lap, “I wouldn’t have met you if you hadn’t become one.” She raised her eyes to meet his again and a faint smile appeared across her face.
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