“Thanks so much for staying after to help me, ____-ssi. It’s easier to talk to someone who speaks the language. I’m learning way faster.” You couldn’t help but blush at Taemin’s compliment.

You felt like an idiot around him for stuttering and blushing so much. He was just thanking you for helping him, innocent really, but here you were thinking of nothing but ruining that innocent image of his. Putting that perfect little body over this desk and have him help you with a few things.
Taemin never gave you a reason to want him so badly sexually. He continued to use honorifics, he was always polite and respectful… he never touched you in an inappropriate way…. Hell, he never even touched you. But for some strange reason that only made your desire for him grow. You just hoped that he was as naïve as he looked and didn’t catch on to the way you responded to him. And by the constant doe-eyed look he gave gave you… you doubted it.
“Oh don’t thank me~ It’s all because you’re a fast learner. Your English was never bad.”
He chuckled at that. “Thank you. So how are you liking Korea so far? It has to be really different from America.”
“Yeah… it is. But I really like everything here. The music, the rich culture, the fashion, the guys-,”
“The guys? Oh you like Asian men?” he wagged his eyebrows a cute laugh coming out and you flushed.
You shrugged and replied nonchalantly, “Yeah, they are alright.”
He continued to laugh and he leaned in towards your face, “Are you sure? I heard that American girls really like us Korean men.”
You tried to think properly with his face close to yours and you rolled your eyes, willing yourself not to stutter, “I don’t know where you heard that from Lee Taemin. And us, men? Taemin-ssi, you have to be like sixteen.” You teased but he didn’t look amused.
“Sixteen?” he said incredulously. “Is that how old I look to you ____?”
Your eyes widened at the informal speech. Was he upset with you?
Taemin, his face still only inches from yours, leaned in closer, “Well then, I guess I’ll have to show you I’m older than I look, eh?”
After that he sat back into his chair across from you and grinned like nothing happened.
You just stared with your mouth still open and red coating your cheeks.
Damn it you should say something. Slap him. Reprimand him. Something.
But you couldn’t and silence fell over the two of you. He continued to stare at you with those golden eyes, wide and you continued to look down in perpetual shock. He’s seventeen, maybe eighteen he is too damn young for you. Plus he is a student.
Why did that thought only turn you on?
The thought of you being the first woman he had ever been with. Making him moan your name, writhing in an unfamiliar feeling of ecstasy as you rode his small hips.
You clenched your thighs together as your center began to throb.
Cumming moaning, “Noona…”
“I guess I’ll have to show you I’m older than I look….”
You quickly stood up, the chair making a creaking sound and stacked your books to prepare to put them in your bag. You prayed to God that your panties didn’t soak your skirt. Panties that were now wet from a simple words.
“Shit… I mean- Well… I should go-,” you cleared your throat.
You felt extremely awkward right now.
“______-ssi.” He said stopping you as you bee-lined it for the door, your hand on the knob.
“Um… yes, Taemin-ssi?” You gasped when you felt him come up behind you shutting and locking the door.
“Are you okay? You seem a little… flustered.”
Flustered my ass. He knew what he just did and you knew if you didn’t leave, you were going to do something that you would not regret until after.
You chose to still face the door. “I remembered that I have something else to do so.. I need to leave. I’ll see you next week-,”
“You’re a naughty teacher you know that?”
You’re a what? You began to turn around, “I’m sorry Taemin-ssi but what-?”
He pushed you forcibly against the door, your face flush against the tiny window of the door. You struggled in his grasp and your bag fell to the ground. His grip on your wrists and you waist was surprisingly strong.
“Lee Taemin!” you whined his name loudly as two fingers suddenly entered you.
You hadn’t meant to moan but… damn it felt good.
“Being so wet for your student.”
You tried to tell him to stop but you couldn’t answer him, only unintelligible words came out as his sweet voice continued to whisper to you and his pointer and middle digits pumped into you. Your fighting stopped.
“So, so naughty.” He tsked. His fingers slowly slid in and out of you, your moans increased in volume, “Shhh! Shh… you have to be quiet… or they might hear us.”
His slender fingers kept up the torturing pace and his other hand grabbed your breast squeezing tightly, “Taemin…”
Your fingernails clawed against the door.
Taemin’s thumb probed your clit and you lost it. An orgasm hit you hard, your knees buckling. “Hmm, that was fast.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.
You turned around and pushed Taemin away from you. His eyes widened in fear as you continued to push him towards the professor’s desk that you two were at before.
There was no going back now. You wanted this boy and you were going to have him. “Oh don’t get scared on me now Taemin-ssi.” You continued to push him until he tripped over the chair he was sitting on, falling on his knees.
You smirked sexily at him, who was still had the deer in headlights and reached under your skirt slipping out of your panties flinging them at his face.
That seemed to get him back to his senses. His bright eyes darkened as he watched you sit on top of the desk, skirt up and legs spread.
Your wet core now fully exposed to your student. “Finish.”
***
Three days… For three days you couldn’t stop thinking about that boy that walked you to class. Lee Taemin, you learned his name was, hadn’t spoken to you since and it’s probably because you’ve been staring at him non-stop during the class. But you couldn’t help it. Every single time you saw him, the dream you had two nights ago kept popping up.
His tongue doing sinful immoral things to you.
Great, now you were wet again. You crossed your legs tearing your gaze away from the blonde and tried to focus on Dr. Jung’s teaching.
But the more you looked at the desk the more wet you got at what you and Taemin did on that.
Fuck. Damn it. Shit.
Your dream was messing with reality.
You looked back at Taemin who was being the good student he was and paying close attention. You stared at his side profile. He was so beautiful. He was even prettier than most girls. That should turn you off right? Nope not in the least.
It adds to the young charm, creep.
You were a creep but you blushed deeply when he suddenly turned his head towards you. Breathing was not an option as your eyes connected and a slow smile appeared on his face.
Turn away…
He winked at you and you bit your lip turning you head away,
You cursed and squeezed your legs together tighter.
“So, so naughty.”
“Being wet for your student.”
“Right ____-ssi?”
Everyone was looking at you when the professor addressed you. “U-um, I’m sorry?”
“I know Lee Taemin’s face is probably way more interesting than my lecture but… can you please pay attention so that my student’s will follow your example?”
You looked down embarrassed as the students began to laugh at you and you apologized. Looking back at him, he smirked at you and you quickly looked away again.
Lee Taemin… you needed to stay away from him.
***
Taemin looked up at the clock dreading the end of class. His English class was the only class he actually enjoyed to be in. The only class he looked forward to. And it wasn’t because of Dr. Jung’s boring lecture; it was because he got to see you.
Although, he was a little disappointed that you haven’t made a move to talk to him since the day that he helped you with the papers. Hopefully he didn’t creep you out too much when he came behind you.
He glanced over to your seat in the corner and you had your head rested on your arm staring intently at the professor. Your dark hair was pulled up today and it gave Taemin a nice view of your smooth neck. The neck that he kept dreaming about having his lips and fingers on.
For the past couple of days, the thought of being near you again made him so hard he had to masturbate. Nothing worked. After your face and those tight skirts showed up in his mind. Instant erection. Like now, for example. And even his friends were starting to notice.
“Minnie… you getting laid?” Jonghyun asked and Taemin choked on the piece of rice he just put in his mouth.
Like usual when the five of them were together… Jonghyun and Key were mostly doing the talking… well arguing and Taemin liked it that way. Because when things got directed to him… it always got awkward.
“Wha- What hyung? Where did that come from?” Taemin stuttered and Key rubbed his back.
“I don’t know you look really happy lately…”
“Everyone doesn’t have to get laid to be happy, Jongwhore.” Key replied and continued to rub his back.
Onew just shook his head and Minho laughed, “Jongwhore? Really Key? What are we, Mean Girls, now?”
Jonghyun frowned, “Don’t worry Minho-yah. I’m not offended. Key’s just a little upset because he can’t even get a fraction of the play I get.”
“Again I say, fuck you.”
“And again I say… you want to.”
Minho rolled his eyes, Taemin was just glad that Jonghyun’s attention was elsewhere.
“You two should just get married and have kids already.” Minho said sticking kimbap in his mouth.
“Taeminnie… isn’t it time for your English class? You should probably go,” Onew said saving him once again.
Tae knew that you, like other girls, probably didn’t want anything to do with him. Because of how he looked, girls often pegged him as gay and others thought that they couldn’t be with someone who was “prettier than them.”
He chanced a glance at you and he noticed that you were looking at him as well. He could tell you were blushing and that made him smile.
Maybe he wasn’t the only one who thought about the other.
So Taemin winked experimentally and you turned your head away from him. Okay maybe he was wrong.
“I know Lee Taemin’s face is probably way more interesting than my lecture but… can you please pay attention so that my students will follow your example?”
His face? Had she been staring at him?
“Okay, I want the entire eighth chapter finished in your workbook by Tuesday and it handed to _____-ssi as soon as you walk in. Class dismissed.”
Taemin groaned collectively with the rest of the students and he gathered his books.
***
You were so relieved when he dismissed class because you don’t think you could have lasted anymore time around him. He drove you crazy.
Packing your materials quickly, “_____-ssi?”
Breathing in deeply, you slowly looked up to face the boy you’ve been thinking about, “Yes, Taemin-ssi, can I help you?”
He smiled, “Actually you can.” No you couldn’t. “I was wondering if you had anytime tomorrow? I would like to study the past participle concept with you. It’s pretty difficult for me to understand.”
You so knew studying alone with this boy wasn’t a good idea. Him being this close to you wasn’t a good idea. You felt like at any moment you would spontaneously combust. But you answered, “Sure… how about here at six?”
He touched your shoulder lightly, “Thank you so much. Can I help you with anything?” yes how about you fix the problem in between your legs.
“No… no I’m fine thanks.”
“See you soon…”
When he left, you knew that this was going to be a bad idea.