The Star Student - Chapter 5
pairing: student Namjoon x professor reader, side(?) Jin x reader
genre: university AU, smut, angst, dom!Joon
word count: 3.5k
warnings: alcohol, drinking, drunk sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), impotence, slight restraint(?)
chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5
You wiped a tear from your eye, giggling as you did so. You were on your fifth drink of the night, two weeks after your first date with Jin, and he was telling you a hilarious story about a puppy which had escaped in the veterinary surgery and ran riot for twenty minutes before anyone could catch him, punctuating the anecdote with his windshield-wiper laughter which just made you laugh more.
‘Stop, stop, my stomach hurts!’ you said, gasping for breath. ‘Oh dear, we’d better get you an analgesic,’ he said, pretending to check you for injuries. ‘Jin...just...come here,’ you said and pulled him towards you into a sloppy kiss. You were both a little more than tipsy by now and usually you’d feel a bit uncomfortable making out in a bar full of people, but you were just drunk enough to forget about it as his tongue met yours. ‘Wanna go home?’ you murmured, breaking off the kiss for a moment. ‘Like...home, home?’ Jin said, looking a bit disappointed. ‘No, like, my flat, home,’ ‘Oh I see! You lure me to a bar, you buy me drinks and now you want to take me home? Sounds great,’ he said with a broad grin.
You both gulped down the last of your beer, clinked your empty bottles together and stood up, swaying a little. Jin put his arm around your shoulders to steady you as you tottered out of the bar, and you pointed the way to your flat which (not-so-coincidentally) was just a couple of minutes’ walk.
As soon as Jin shut the front door behind him, you kicked off your shoes and turned to kiss him again, pressing your body against his as he wrapped his arms around you. The kiss was passionate and messy, and you entwined your fingers in his thick hair before his back hit the door with a thud. He had one hand on the back of your head and the other on your waist, gripping you firmly before slipping his hand around to squeeze your butt. It felt so good just to kiss him - you’d missed that, with Namjoon - but you wanted more. You could feel the heat building between your legs already and pushed yourself even closer to him, trying to show him how much you wanted him to touch you.
‘Jin,’ you sighed. ‘Please…’ ‘Please what?’ he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your ear. You didn’t answer, but took his hands and walked backwards, intending to pull him down onto the sofa a few steps away. What actually happened was that you tripped over a pair of shoes you’d left on the floor and fell backwards onto it, Jin struggling to stay upright and only managing not to fall on top of you by steadying himself on the arm of the sofa. ‘Shit!’ ‘Woah! You’re even clumsier when you’re tipsy, huh?’ You laughed at the expression on Jin’s face and reached your arms up to ask him to join you on the sofa, which he did with exaggerated caution. He kissed you again, his soft lips pressing yours apart before his tongue glided over your own, and his hands travelled over the curves of your body to rest at your waist.
‘Wait, wait, one second,’ you said, batting at his hand. ‘I need...I need the bathroom.’ You heaved yourself upright and realised you were quite a lot more drunk than you thought you were. When you came back, you found Jin leaning against the arm of the sofa waiting for you. He looked so handsome with his mussed-up hair and the top few buttons of his shirt undone that you practically fell into his arms.
‘Jin, I want you…’ ‘Not a chance, Y/N, you’re not sober enough for that. And neither am I, to be totally honest with you,’ Jin said, delving in his bad and pressing a bottle of water into your hand with a grin. ‘Now drink this, please, I don’t want you to have a headache in the morning.’ ‘Okay, okay,’ you mumbled, trying not to spill the water down your chin as you took a sip. You slowly made your way to your bedroom, being careful not to trip over anything, and you could feel Jin’s warm hand on your lower back to steady you. Having set the bottle down on your bedside table, you started to pull off your clothes and laughed when Jin made a big show of pretending to be shocked and covered his eyes with both hands, peeking at you through his fingers.
‘I’d like to stay the night,’ said Jin when you were safely under the cover in a big, comfy t-shirt and the lacy underwear you’d worn for your date. ‘Is that alright? I’ll even make you breakfast if you’re lucky.’ ‘Yeah, of course,’ you said with a smile. You pulled the duvet back and patted the sheet next to you. ‘Hop in!’ ‘I think I’ll get undressed first, if you don’t mind…’ Jin said, gesturing to his shirt and smart trousers. ‘No, I - I don’t mind at all, that’s fine, go ahead,’ you said, taking a rather large gulp of water to cover yourself and coughing a little. ‘Do you want something to sleep in?’ ‘That’s okay, but thanks,’ Jin said, ‘My boxers will do. You can enjoy watching me undress, by the way. Don’t be shy,’ he winked ostentatiously and you giggled. You certainly weren’t going to turn that opportunity down.
You had no idea what time it was when you woke up, but the sun was streaming through your blinds and there was a head of shiny chestnut hair on the pillow next to you. The last thing you remembered was dozing with Jin’s slender arm wrapped around your ribs and his steady breathing warming the back of your neck. For several minutes you didn’t move; you just wanted to enjoy the silence of the morning with a handsome man sleeping peacefully in your bed before reality kicked in again. Jin shifted in his sleep and you took that as your cue to stroke his hair gently, running your fingers through it. You’d tried not to wake him, but his eyes opened after a few seconds and with the morning light suffusing the room you weren’t sure you’d ever seen someone more beautiful. Sure, Namjoon was devastatingly handsome and undeniably charismatic, but Jin was something else.
‘Morning,’ you said quietly. ‘Morning,’ he murmured, and stretched his long limbs before turning to face you. ‘Sleep well?’ ‘Yes, surprisingly. You?’ ‘Well...being next to a beautiful woman all night makes up for the snoring.’ ‘Hey! I don’t snore!’ ‘I’m just teasing you. I slept like a log,’ he said with a grin, and reached over to stroke your cheek. You covered your sudden shyness by sitting up, telling him you were going to brush your teeth.
You weren’t as hung over as you’d expected, you found as you stood in front of the bathroom sink, checking in the mirror for smears of last night’s makeup. In fact, you felt reasonably good - good enough for whatever would come next, anyway; you didn’t think you could have faced a whole day at work. Jin called me beautiful, you remembered with a slight jolt. Last night you’d thought for a moment that he hadn’t been attracted to you after all - most of the men you’d dated in the past would have jumped at the chance to have some messy, drunken sex - but actually he’d just realised you were both a bit too far gone and had put you to bed with a glass of water.
As you walked back into your bedroom, you were greeted by Jin lying on his side beckoning you with one finger in what was clearly meant to be an eighties-style ‘seductive’ pose - he’d thrown the duvet back and had a cheesy pout on his face, which turned into a grin as you burst out laughing. He patted the bed next to him and you lay back down on the cool sheet, pulling him into a kiss at the same time he shook the soft, warm duvet back on top of you both. You could feel his lips curving into a smile and broke off to give him a questioning look. ‘The classic Jeff Goldblum seduction technique. Tried and tested, never fails,’ he said. ‘Oh my god, you dork,’ you laughed ‘Yeah, but you’re in bed with me, and you just kissed me, so who’s the dork now?’ ‘Still you,’ you said, kissing him again.
The kiss deepened; Jin’s soft, full lips moved gently against yours before his hand came to rest on your waist again, his fingertips sneaking up under the cotton of your t-shirt. You shifted closer to him, your fingers in his hair and your warm skin touching his, and you could feel his arousal growing in the bulge pressing against your thigh as his fingers traced over your side and up to your breast, making you shiver slightly. He let out a tiny groan as you rocked your hips against him and kissed him harder, biting down gently on his bottom lip, and he took the opportunity to prop himself up slightly to pull the hem of your t-shirt up to your collarbone. Your nipples swelled at the contact with the cooler air and you gasped as Jin’s warm mouth closed around one of them, your back arching involuntarily with the rush of arousal that raced through you. Jin’s hair felt soft under your fingers as he switched to your other nipple, circling it with his tongue slowly - too slowly. Your hands found his ribs and pulled him up to lie on top of you, parting your thighs for him to rest between your legs as you kissed him again, grinding against him and feeling your slit growing wetter with every firm roll of his clothed erection against you.
‘Jin...’ you breathed, ‘please.’ He said nothing, just smiled and tugged down his underwear as you did the same, fumbling a little awkwardly under the cover before dropping them over the side of the bed. You reached down and wrapped your hand around him, making him exhale sharply. He was thicker than you’d expected and it felt so fucking good to have his dick in your hand - smooth and warm and heavy. Usually you’d have wanted (and needed) much more buildup beforehand, but it had been so long since you’d had a dick in you that you couldn’t wait any more; you knew you were wet enough even before he slid his fingers over your swollen folds, and the moan Jin let out at feeling how much you wanted him only made another trickle of arousal drench your slit.
‘Condom-’ you managed to say before his lips were on yours again, tongue pressing into your mouth. ‘Where?’ ‘In the- there,’ you gasped, pointing at your bedside cabinet. Jin fumbled for a foil packet and leaned back on his knees, tearing it open with his teeth. You lay back and your fingers found your clit, teasing over it and dipping down into your opening to spread your wetness. Jin glanced up and you saw him bite his lip before you looked up at the ceiling, imagining how it would feel to finally have him inside you - would it be uncomfortable? You hadn’t actually fucked in what seemed like forever. Maybe it would feel nice to get stretched out a little, and you were sure he was thick enough for that.
‘Sorry, hang on…’ Jin mumbled. You looked back at him and saw that his brow was furrowed in a slight frown; you couldn’t see what his hands were doing, but he seemed to be struggling with the condom. ‘You need some help?’ you said. Usually you didn’t get involved in this step, but you were more than willing to help out if it meant you could get going faster. ‘No, just give me a second,’ he said, and the mattress shifted as he moved to prop himself on one elbow, his other hand between his legs. Jin’s face was level with your pussy now and you jerked as his tongue met your lips, swiping slowly up to end at your clit, and you groaned aloud. He let out a muffled moan, his tongue busy swirling over your pussy which tightened involuntarily at the sound; your head tipped back, but the movement of his arm suggested he was stroking himself while he ate you.
‘Jin, please-’ you choked, ‘please fuck me, I need it,’ There was a pause, and then Jin sighed and sat up. After a moment you sat up too, worried you’d done something wrong. ‘I...I can’t right now,’ he muttered, not looking at you. ‘Are you okay? What-’ you stopped speaking at the look on his face - frustrated and unhappy. ‘Oh,’ you said quietly as it clicked into place. ‘I’m just nervous, I promise. I don’t usually have any problem at all,’ Jin said, with an apologetic note in his voice. ‘Hey, don’t worry at all. It’s no big deal,’ you said, and you gave him a genuine smile and pulled him onto the bed next to you. This wasn’t the first time this had happened with somebody you’d dated, and actually there had been times where you hadn’t been able to get there yourself, no matter how much you wanted to. ‘I just don’t want you to think I’m not attracted to you, because I really am, I-’ he was cut off as you kissed him briefly on the lips. ‘Jin, really, it’s okay, I’m not going to kick you out of bed. It happens, you know?’ ‘Yeah, I guess. I just really...you know...I wanted this,’ he said, turning shy and burying his face in the pillow. ‘There’s always next time, right? And I seem to remember you said something about making me breakfast last night...’
As carnally unsatisfying as your last date with Jin had been, you were definitely looking forward to seeing him again, you thought as you made your way to your office. He was handsome, kind and had made you laugh until you cried - tick, tick, tick. Your head was full of the way he’d looked at you when he woke up and you found your face growing warm. You unlocked your office door and pushed the door open with your elbow, dumping your bag and armful of papers onto the desk. Today was the day you’d be giving your Masters students feedback on their assignments, and they’d all been given a twenty-minute slot to see you in your office and go through their essays with you to see what they’d done well and what they needed to improve for next time. You’d asked the administrator in your department to arrange the schedule for you as usual, which was easier than letting students pick their own slots when you had to see over twenty people in one day, and they’d left it on your keyboard for you. You glanced down the list and saw Namjoon’s name in the last slot before lunch, which was ideal - you still weren’t sure about being alone with him, but you had a lunch meeting with your teaching assistant today which you couldn’t be late for. He hadn’t paid you much attention since you’d told him to back off, for which you were thankful. Sure, you still found yourself looking at him for a bit too long when he was in your class, and more than once you’d imagined it was his fingers teasing your clit rather than your own as you lay in bed, but you reminded yourself that there was nothing wrong with that. Namjoon was actually a very good student, and once you’d started picking him to contribute to class discussions, he’d impressed you with his analysis of the source material even if he did spend a little too much time chatting with the pastel-haired student for your liking. You weren’t jealous, definitely not; you just wanted him to be focused in your class.
Right on time, Namjoon knocked on your office door, which you’d left open between appointments. Today he was in his usual colour scheme of black jeans, chelsea boots and a black denim jacket over a grey jumper, but he’d dyed his hair a darker blonde since you’d last seen him. You couldn’t deny that you still found him incredibly attractive, with his dark eyes and full lips, and seeing him in your doorway had the same effect on you as the first time he’d visited you in your office; you felt your cheeks growing warm but did your best to ignore it.
‘Hi, Namjoon - come in and shut the door please,’ you said, sparing him a brief smile before you turned back to your computer screen. ‘Morning, professor,’ he said, doing as you’d asked and sitting down in the chair opposite your desk. You tried not to think about what had happened last time he’d been in your office but failed miserably as he took out the paper you’d marked - somehow you couldn’t stop yourself looking at his fingers, remembering how he’d stroked your lips before shoving them into your mouth.
‘So - we’ve got twenty minutes to look through your assignment together and you can ask any questions you have about the feedback you’ve been given. Generally I thought this essay was good but you need to work on your structure. Do you have any questions before we start?’ you said, the words tumbling out in a rush.
You wanted him. There was something about the man sitting in front of you that you couldn’t put your finger on, but that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Or, to put it more precisely - that made your pulse race and your lips tremble. He was only sitting in the chair in front of your desk, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted him to take you over; just like he had done before, you wanted him to control you, tell you what to do, shrink the world down to the size of your office.
‘Yes, actually - I wondered what this comment meant,’ Namjoon said, leaning over to point out your scrawl on the paper. You could smell him, you realised. His cologne was faint, but breathing it in brought you right back to the moment Namjoon had cupped your chin in his large hand. You shook your head a little to try and clear your thoughts, but Namjoon’s eyes flicked up to your face and you knew he’d seen what you were attempting to do.
‘It - uh - I thought you could have been more analytical in your discussion. You’ve made a good point here, but you need to support...your argument...’ you finished, your voice falling away to a whisper. Namjoon was looking straight at you, his hooded eyes fixed on your face, and you desperately moved on to the next comment you’d made on his paper, knowing you were rambling. You didn’t look up at him until he interrupted you, his warm fingers closing over your hand.
‘I understand why you moved me to the other tutorial group, Y/N. What I don’t understand is why you’re still pretending you don’t want me. I’m not your tutee any more.’ ‘That’s...that’s not…’ you tried.
For a split-second, you considered telling him about Professor Augustin’s visit to your office, but then he leaned over the desk and pulled you into a kiss. His lips firm against yours, his mouth opened and you found your tongue meeting his without a second thought, your whole body seeming to ignite as he sank his teeth into your bottom lip. Something right at the back of your mind was desperately trying to warn you to stop, right now, stop kissing Namjoon, push him away, don’t let him do this, what if you get caught, what if, what if...but it just couldn’t compete with the unbridled lust rushing through your veins. Jin’s face bobbed to the surface of your swirling thoughts for a moment, but then Namjoon took hold of your wrists and everything outside the kiss vanished as he wrapped his fingers around them. He held you tightly, preventing you from pulling back - but you didn’t even try, sinking deeper and deeper into his kiss.
‘Say it,’ he growled, just like he had moments before making you come all over his hand. ‘I want you,’ you whispered without any hesitation, your eyes closed. ‘I know you fucking do.’ Your breath hitched in your lungs as he kissed you again, but then he was breaking away and letting go of your wrists and you opened your eyes to see him taking a pen from the pot on your desk. ‘That’s my number,’ he said, tapping the pen on the line of digits he’d written on his essay. ‘Let me know when you’re ready to cross that line, yeah?’ You nodded dazedly, managing to agree. ‘Now - where were we?’ Namjoon said, moving the nib of your pen to the next handwritten comment on the paper between you.
a/n: just about managed to publish this in august! this month has been busy tbh. i gotta say i relate to y/n quite a bit in this chapter, knowing you shouldn’t kiss someone and doing it anyway lmao. anyway im happy with where this is going, y/n has the best of both worlds at the moment ;) thank you so much for reading as always, and feedback is welcome! let me know if you wanna be tagged for ch 6!
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