Joon and professor!au? uwu
“We shouldn’t do this.” He gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing as he takes a step back, fumbling to catch the edge of his desk.
You lean into him, hands pressed against that firm, thick chest of his. “And why not, Professor?” You purr. He swallows hard, palms slicking. The room seems to grow warmer by the second, and he wants to tug his suddenly suffocating tie off.
“T-there are people still here, we could get caught,” he stammers, eyes widening beyond his spectacles as you pop the first few buttons of his shirt.
“I thought you were into that,” you murmur, arms sliding up his neck.
“Mmmm,” he moans into your kiss, unable to resist as you pull away to suckle at his jugular. His hands come up to grip your waist, squeezing your ass firmly.
“For fucks’ sake. Can you guys please refrain from groping each other like horny teenagers for just a minute so we can start we can start the staff meeting?” Yoongi interjects loudly from where he leans on the door frame. He’s blatantly annoyed, glaring at a frazzled and rumpled-looking Namjoon who wrestles with his shirt, tucking into his slacks as best he can, while you perch at the edge of the desk, pouting.
“Don’t give me that look,” Yoongi warns as he tosses Namjoon his watch. “You’d think the Dean and the Science Faculty Head would be more professional,” he says sarcastically.
“Careful there, Min. I could still fire you,” you singsong, kissing your burning husband on the cheek as you passed. “See you tonight, baby.”
Namjoon can only nod dumbly as you give him one last wink before disappearing.
“You’re so whipped, hyung,” Yoongi rolls his eyes. He pats him on the back. “Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist, though. You pervert.” Namjoon’s blush deepens. “Yoongi!”
