The Perks of Teaching at an All Boys High School
Title: The Perks of Teaching at an All Boys High School
Pairing: Jungkook/Jin
Rating: NC16
Word Count: 2,000+
Genre: somewhat!smut (actually very much smut), with teacher!jin and student!jungkook
It’s the third time in two weeks that Seokjin has found a post-it note containing an inappropriate pick-up line in his pigeonhole:
“There will only be 7 planets left after I destroy Uranus.” was scrawled on the blue post-it, the person obviously using his non-dominant hand in fear of his handwriting being recognised.
He chuckles at the bad humour, wondering how the person still manages to have the guts to do it even after Namjoon (also known as Discipline Master Kim or better yet “The Fearsome Teacher with the Grey Hair and Weird Eyes”) had went from class to class; scolding and reminding the students about how they’re not supposed to use the pigeonholes for placing anything but assignments in them (and that if they didn’t listen to him they’d be “severely handled with”.)
Seokjin absentmindedly folds the note in two, placing it in his coat pocket and wondering who the prankster could be. He hopes it’s someone cute at least.
x
Being a teacher wasn’t Seokjin’s first choice of job. His first choice was the furthest thing from being stuck in a classroom and droning on about Korean History to disinterested students - Seokjin had wanted to be a singer, standing on stage and doing music that would stay in people’s minds and hearts. (He was always said to have had the face of an actor or at least someone who was going to be famous.)
After stepping out of high school though, Seokjin had gotten a hard kick in the face by reality and facts and how it’s important to have a stable job instead of just going from audition to audition, hoping that this would be the one who’d see how much he wanted to be on stage.
Soon, after the 10th audition and a too harsh criticism on how “Your voice isn’t going to make it in this dog eat dog industry and your face isn’t good enough to be the only thing that gets you through”, Seokjin had drank for a night and mulled over it for a week before getting his shit back together.
The only reason he even did get it back together was due to Yoongi who had dragged him into the bath to get a shower (he was in the 5th day of mulling then and probably smelled like body odour and sweat.) and who had also given him a very Suga-like pep talk on how “Self pity is for losers and the Kim Seokjin I know isn’t one.”
Yoongi then proceeded to cheer him up with an invigorating session of rough sex on the couch, leaving him with tired enough muscles that required the next two days of recuperation. Seokjin was thankfully back on his feet after the two days, even managing to land a job as a full-time teacher at an all boys high school near his vicinity.
Sometimes though, Seokjin wonders if the 11th audition would have been it, the one where Seokjin manages to pass, the one that lets him achieve his dream. Whenever his mind goes down that path though, he shakes his head of the thought, choosing to think about something much more mundane (and much less painful.)
x
There are perks to working as a teacher in an all boys school though - Seokjin gets to eye and judge the cutest boys there and sometimes, he even gets to see a little bit of skin (His mind flashbacks to the day he had seen one of the senior students in the school, Park Jimin, playing soccer without a shirt on. That boy, even with his deathly cute face, had a body that made Seokjin want to ride that boy’s dick till he saw stars.)
Seokjin knew he shouldn’t (more like couldn’t) ever get into a fling with any of the students; he knew better than that especially since he actually needed the job to survive. But, hey, what’s wrong with looking and not touching, right?
Even so, Seokjin still finds himself wishing he could very much do one of his students, Jeon Jungkook, in particular.
It’s the way Jungkook always looks at him straight in the eye when he talks, making Seokjin feel flustered, even a little bit too hot in his clothes. Infuriating is the word Seokjin has for the boy, it’s as if he knows what Seokjin feels, like he sees the slight bump in his pants where he’s gotten semi-hard just by the way Jungkook stares and smirks up at him.
He shakes his head of thoughts of the boy as he hears the bell ring for his meeting with the other teachers, quickly rushing out the door so as to not be late for the waste of time they called ‘meeting’.
x
Seokjin had originally wanted to go back home right after the meeting but he had left his keys on the table after getting distracted by thoughts of Jungkook.
"Why am I being so dumb because of some little punk," Seokjin thinks to himself, even though he’s pretty sure the ‘little punk’ would stop being so little and outgrow Seokjin one day. He sighs, turning the corner towards the staff room.
When he does turn the corner though, Seokjin spots a student squatting down in front of his pigeonhole, a pad of blue post-its beside him. Seokjin realises that “This could be that prankster who’s been doing this!” and he sprints towards the culprit.
His loud and thudding footsteps end up announcing his arrival to the person and the student quickly stands. Seokjin quickens his pace, thinking that the culprit was about to get away.
Instead, Seokjin realises with a start that the student’s standing there and Seokjin’s the stupid one who’s catapulting himself towards the kid. “Fuck,” Seokjin says, as he finds himself falling because the little shit had stuck his foot out to trip Seokjin up.
His first reaction is to cover his face from any damage but instead of feeling himself hitting the floor, he feels arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him up. Seokjin feels himself turning red because of the physical contact and he coughs awkwardly as he is placed back on his feet.
"So, you’re the student behind this! Do you.." Seokjin turns his head towards the troublemaker. His words trail off as the realisation of who the little shit was dawned upon him
"Fucking Jeon Jungkook" Seokjin cusses out loud, Jungkook only smirks in response.
"I bet you’d like to do that," Jungkook says, his face smug. The little prick doesn’t even look anywhere near afraid of what could happen to him for having pasted those post-its and for almost causing bodily harm to his teacher.
Seokjin feels his face turn red (and he hopes Jungkook thinks it’s because of anger), “Where did you learn your manners! You’re supposed to be referring to me as Sir or at least Mr Kim. Do you know-” Seokjin’s ranting was soon cut off by Jungkook’s lips on his.
It feels soft and sweet, unlike how Seokjin would have expected a horny teenager to actually feel like when being kissed.
Seokjin was only reminded by the horny teenager part when he felt something hard pressing against his thigh once Jungkook had stepped closer towards him, closing the distance between them. He almost forgets where he is, losing himself in the kiss when Jungkook moved backwards abruptly.
Seokjin hears footsteps coming from a distance and he quickly gives himself a quick once over, straightening his coat and bending down to pick up the pad of post-its on the floor.
"What are you doing still in school Se- Mr Kim? I thought you wanted to go home?" Namjoon appeared, apparently stopping himself from referring to Seokjin informally when he had noticed Jungkook in front of Seokjin.
"Ah, Jungkook over here," Seokjin pats Jungkook’s shoulder a little bit roughly, "Needed help with one of the assignments I gave them. So I’m staying back a little to help him with it." He hears his himself sounding probably decibels higher than normal and he coughs after talking to make it seem like he’s getting sick.
Namjoon seems to accept the act, “Don’t overwork yourself then Mr Kim. And you, Jungkook, tuck in your shirt before I give you minus points for discipline.” He then purposefully walks into the staff room, leaving the two alone.
Seokjin exhales a breath in relief, about to turn to Jungkook and give him the scolding of a lifetime. But he is only greeted by a hard tug on his waist and it’s Jungkook hooking his finger through Seokjin’s belt loop.
He is about to open his mouth in protest but Jungkook raises an eyebrow and promptly says, “It’s either we do it here and you get fired or you follow me quietly and we’ll both have a good time.” Seokjin gulps in response, an action that makes Jungkook chuckle (something that Seokjin wishes he could replay whenever he needed something to get off on.) Seokjin is then promptly escorted to god knows wherever Jungkook had wanted to bring him and Seokjin is actually excited at the prospect of what was to happen.
x
Seokjin finds himself being brought to the art room on the 4th floor of the school. Jungkook strides in purposefully, Seokjin in tow. He lets go of Seokjin’s belt loop to lock the doors and block them with desks. Jungkook even goes to the windows to close the curtains.
Seokjin finds himself just staring uselessly at Jungkook as he prepares the room and he’s about to talk when Jungkook states in a strained voice, “I’ve been imagining this moment for a while.” and Seokjin abruptly feels like his throat is too dry to speak.
He clears his throat, a sound that seems amplified in the room, “What exactly have you been imagining?” and his voice sounds so much smaller and so in need that even Jungkook notices. Jungkook’s face turns red and his eyes glaze over with lust as he stares at Seokjin.
Jungkook takes a step forward, “I’ve been imagining bringing you here, to lock the doors and close the curtains,” He takes another step forward and Seokjin feels himself instinctively take a step back, “I’ve been imagining stripping your coat and shirt off, slowly sliding my hands down your chest.” Jungkook’s fingers trail patterns on the tables as he walks, slowly closing the distance between him and Seokjin.
Seokjin, on the other hand is stepping backward with every step Jungkook takes. He feels himself getting aroused, strangely turned on by the fact that he has been Jungkook’s thoughts for a while.
"I’d wrap my lips around your cock, sucking you dry. I’d turn you over and bang you on the table, hard enough for you not to be able to teach tomorrow." At this point, Seokjin’s already against the wall and he no longer has anywhere to go. Jungkook’s right in front of him, staring at him the way he normally would in class, except that his eyes were now looking at Seokjin like he was a meal to be savoured.
Jungkook comes closer to Seokjin, going right next to Seokjin’s ear and whispering, “I’ll make you moan my name.” In that moment, Seokjin feels a rush of blood that flows downwards and he has to stifle an actual moan that almost escapes his mouth after he feels the sensation of Jungkook’s breath on his neck.
Jungkook chuckles, and grabs Seokjin’s fly, unzipping it. He kisses Seokjin again; the kiss this time being more of lust and need than soft sweetness. As their tongues explore each other’s mouths, Jungkook’s hand starts working on rubbing against Seokjin’s half-hard dick.
Seokjin moans into the kiss and Jungkook bites Seokjin’s bottom lip lightly. His hand continues to rub against Seokjin, feeling the swell as it becomes harder and larger.
The both of them separate, chests rising and falling as they both try to catch their breaths. Seokjin licks his lips slowly, eyeing Jungkook’s slightly swollen lips with need.
Jungkook still manages to smile as he tugs at Seokjin’s underwear band. “Let’s begin class now Mr Kim,” Jungkook states in a sing-song manner, his hand pulling down Seokjin’s underwear as he goes down to swallow Seokjin whole.
x
"I’m on s-ick," Seokjin takes a quick breath, "leave today." On the other line, Namjoon only makes noises of agreement and nags as to how "Seokjin shouldn’t have overworked himself." and that "The both of you should have left earlier. Even Jungkook isn’t in school today."
All Seokjin manages to do is make a noise that sounds a bit like an “Uhm-hmm” before he quickly says, “I’m tired, I’m going to rest. Bye.”
Seokjin puts down his phone, glaring at Jungkook who had purposefully bit Seokjin’s nipple playfully as he was talking on the phone with Namjoon.
"You’re such a little~" Seokjin tries to say but he’s thoughts are quick to disappear as Jungkook slowly used his tongue to circle Seokjin’s nipple, even covering it with his mouth to suck it. Seokjin grabs Jungkook’s hair, finding himself thrusting towards the boy unconsciously.
Jungkook winks at Seokjin after sucking off Seokjin’s already hard nipple with a satisfying “plop” sound, “But you’re the one who moaned, ‘Fuck me harder with your dick Jeon Jungkook’ yesterday so…”
x
Seokjin ends up waking up with a blue post-it stuck to his forehead
“I’m no weather man, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight.” In a tinier scrawled handwriting, Jungkook had written, “I had to go home to get a change of clothes and finish homework. I’ll be back later don’t miss me”
Seokjin finds himself chuckling and he thinks to himself that there really are perks of being a full time teacher at an all boys high school and Jungkook, is very much one of them.
Pairing: Jungkook/Jin
Rating: NC16
Word Count: 2,000+
Genre: somewhat!smut (actually very much smut), with teacher!jin and student!jungkook
It’s the third time in two weeks that Seokjin has found a post-it note containing an inappropriate pick-up line in his pigeonhole:
“There will only be 7 planets left after I destroy Uranus.” was scrawled on the blue post-it, the person obviously using his non-dominant hand in fear of his handwriting being recognised.
He chuckles at the bad humour, wondering how the person still manages to have the guts to do it even after Namjoon (also known as Discipline Master Kim or better yet “The Fearsome Teacher with the Grey Hair and Weird Eyes”) had went from class to class; scolding and reminding the students about how they’re not supposed to use the pigeonholes for placing anything but assignments in them (and that if they didn’t listen to him they’d be “severely handled with”.)
Seokjin absentmindedly folds the note in two, placing it in his coat pocket and wondering who the prankster could be. He hopes it’s someone cute at least.
x
Being a teacher wasn’t Seokjin’s first choice of job. His first choice was the furthest thing from being stuck in a classroom and droning on about Korean History to disinterested students - Seokjin had wanted to be a singer, standing on stage and doing music that would stay in people’s minds and hearts. (He was always said to have had the face of an actor or at least someone who was going to be famous.)
After stepping out of high school though, Seokjin had gotten a hard kick in the face by reality and facts and how it’s important to have a stable job instead of just going from audition to audition, hoping that this would be the one who’d see how much he wanted to be on stage.
Soon, after the 10th audition and a too harsh criticism on how “Your voice isn’t going to make it in this dog eat dog industry and your face isn’t good enough to be the only thing that gets you through”, Seokjin had drank for a night and mulled over it for a week before getting his shit back together.
The only reason he even did get it back together was due to Yoongi who had dragged him into the bath to get a shower (he was in the 5th day of mulling then and probably smelled like body odour and sweat.) and who had also given him a very Suga-like pep talk on how “Self pity is for losers and the Kim Seokjin I know isn’t one.”
Yoongi then proceeded to cheer him up with an invigorating session of rough sex on the couch, leaving him with tired enough muscles that required the next two days of recuperation. Seokjin was thankfully back on his feet after the two days, even managing to land a job as a full-time teacher at an all boys high school near his vicinity.
Sometimes though, Seokjin wonders if the 11th audition would have been it, the one where Seokjin manages to pass, the one that lets him achieve his dream. Whenever his mind goes down that path though, he shakes his head of the thought, choosing to think about something much more mundane (and much less painful.)
x
There are perks to working as a teacher in an all boys school though - Seokjin gets to eye and judge the cutest boys there and sometimes, he even gets to see a little bit of skin (His mind flashbacks to the day he had seen one of the senior students in the school, Park Jimin, playing soccer without a shirt on. That boy, even with his deathly cute face, had a body that made Seokjin want to ride that boy’s dick till he saw stars.)
Seokjin knew he shouldn’t (more like couldn’t) ever get into a fling with any of the students; he knew better than that especially since he actually needed the job to survive. But, hey, what’s wrong with looking and not touching, right?
Even so, Seokjin still finds himself wishing he could very much do one of his students, Jeon Jungkook, in particular.
It’s the way Jungkook always looks at him straight in the eye when he talks, making Seokjin feel flustered, even a little bit too hot in his clothes. Infuriating is the word Seokjin has for the boy, it’s as if he knows what Seokjin feels, like he sees the slight bump in his pants where he’s gotten semi-hard just by the way Jungkook stares and smirks up at him.
He shakes his head of thoughts of the boy as he hears the bell ring for his meeting with the other teachers, quickly rushing out the door so as to not be late for the waste of time they called ‘meeting’.
x
Seokjin had originally wanted to go back home right after the meeting but he had left his keys on the table after getting distracted by thoughts of Jungkook.
"Why am I being so dumb because of some little punk," Seokjin thinks to himself, even though he’s pretty sure the ‘little punk’ would stop being so little and outgrow Seokjin one day. He sighs, turning the corner towards the staff room.
When he does turn the corner though, Seokjin spots a student squatting down in front of his pigeonhole, a pad of blue post-its beside him. Seokjin realises that “This could be that prankster who’s been doing this!” and he sprints towards the culprit.
His loud and thudding footsteps end up announcing his arrival to the person and the student quickly stands. Seokjin quickens his pace, thinking that the culprit was about to get away.
Instead, Seokjin realises with a start that the student’s standing there and Seokjin’s the stupid one who’s catapulting himself towards the kid. “Fuck,” Seokjin says, as he finds himself falling because the little shit had stuck his foot out to trip Seokjin up.
His first reaction is to cover his face from any damage but instead of feeling himself hitting the floor, he feels arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him up. Seokjin feels himself turning red because of the physical contact and he coughs awkwardly as he is placed back on his feet.
"So, you’re the student behind this! Do you.." Seokjin turns his head towards the troublemaker. His words trail off as the realisation of who the little shit was dawned upon him
"Fucking Jeon Jungkook" Seokjin cusses out loud, Jungkook only smirks in response.
"I bet you’d like to do that," Jungkook says, his face smug. The little prick doesn’t even look anywhere near afraid of what could happen to him for having pasted those post-its and for almost causing bodily harm to his teacher.
Seokjin feels his face turn red (and he hopes Jungkook thinks it’s because of anger), “Where did you learn your manners! You’re supposed to be referring to me as Sir or at least Mr Kim. Do you know-” Seokjin’s ranting was soon cut off by Jungkook’s lips on his.
It feels soft and sweet, unlike how Seokjin would have expected a horny teenager to actually feel like when being kissed.
Seokjin was only reminded by the horny teenager part when he felt something hard pressing against his thigh once Jungkook had stepped closer towards him, closing the distance between them. He almost forgets where he is, losing himself in the kiss when Jungkook moved backwards abruptly.
Seokjin hears footsteps coming from a distance and he quickly gives himself a quick once over, straightening his coat and bending down to pick up the pad of post-its on the floor.
"What are you doing still in school Se- Mr Kim? I thought you wanted to go home?" Namjoon appeared, apparently stopping himself from referring to Seokjin informally when he had noticed Jungkook in front of Seokjin.
"Ah, Jungkook over here," Seokjin pats Jungkook’s shoulder a little bit roughly, "Needed help with one of the assignments I gave them. So I’m staying back a little to help him with it." He hears his himself sounding probably decibels higher than normal and he coughs after talking to make it seem like he’s getting sick.
Namjoon seems to accept the act, “Don’t overwork yourself then Mr Kim. And you, Jungkook, tuck in your shirt before I give you minus points for discipline.” He then purposefully walks into the staff room, leaving the two alone.
Seokjin exhales a breath in relief, about to turn to Jungkook and give him the scolding of a lifetime. But he is only greeted by a hard tug on his waist and it’s Jungkook hooking his finger through Seokjin’s belt loop.
He is about to open his mouth in protest but Jungkook raises an eyebrow and promptly says, “It’s either we do it here and you get fired or you follow me quietly and we’ll both have a good time.” Seokjin gulps in response, an action that makes Jungkook chuckle (something that Seokjin wishes he could replay whenever he needed something to get off on.) Seokjin is then promptly escorted to god knows wherever Jungkook had wanted to bring him and Seokjin is actually excited at the prospect of what was to happen.
x
Seokjin finds himself being brought to the art room on the 4th floor of the school. Jungkook strides in purposefully, Seokjin in tow. He lets go of Seokjin’s belt loop to lock the doors and block them with desks. Jungkook even goes to the windows to close the curtains.
Seokjin finds himself just staring uselessly at Jungkook as he prepares the room and he’s about to talk when Jungkook states in a strained voice, “I’ve been imagining this moment for a while.” and Seokjin abruptly feels like his throat is too dry to speak.
He clears his throat, a sound that seems amplified in the room, “What exactly have you been imagining?” and his voice sounds so much smaller and so in need that even Jungkook notices. Jungkook’s face turns red and his eyes glaze over with lust as he stares at Seokjin.
Jungkook takes a step forward, “I’ve been imagining bringing you here, to lock the doors and close the curtains,” He takes another step forward and Seokjin feels himself instinctively take a step back, “I’ve been imagining stripping your coat and shirt off, slowly sliding my hands down your chest.” Jungkook’s fingers trail patterns on the tables as he walks, slowly closing the distance between him and Seokjin.
Seokjin, on the other hand is stepping backward with every step Jungkook takes. He feels himself getting aroused, strangely turned on by the fact that he has been Jungkook’s thoughts for a while.
"I’d wrap my lips around your cock, sucking you dry. I’d turn you over and bang you on the table, hard enough for you not to be able to teach tomorrow." At this point, Seokjin’s already against the wall and he no longer has anywhere to go. Jungkook’s right in front of him, staring at him the way he normally would in class, except that his eyes were now looking at Seokjin like he was a meal to be savoured.
Jungkook comes closer to Seokjin, going right next to Seokjin’s ear and whispering, “I’ll make you moan my name.” In that moment, Seokjin feels a rush of blood that flows downwards and he has to stifle an actual moan that almost escapes his mouth after he feels the sensation of Jungkook’s breath on his neck.
Jungkook chuckles, and grabs Seokjin’s fly, unzipping it. He kisses Seokjin again; the kiss this time being more of lust and need than soft sweetness. As their tongues explore each other’s mouths, Jungkook’s hand starts working on rubbing against Seokjin’s half-hard dick.
Seokjin moans into the kiss and Jungkook bites Seokjin’s bottom lip lightly. His hand continues to rub against Seokjin, feeling the swell as it becomes harder and larger.
The both of them separate, chests rising and falling as they both try to catch their breaths. Seokjin licks his lips slowly, eyeing Jungkook’s slightly swollen lips with need.
Jungkook still manages to smile as he tugs at Seokjin’s underwear band. “Let’s begin class now Mr Kim,” Jungkook states in a sing-song manner, his hand pulling down Seokjin’s underwear as he goes down to swallow Seokjin whole.
x
"I’m on s-ick," Seokjin takes a quick breath, "leave today." On the other line, Namjoon only makes noises of agreement and nags as to how "Seokjin shouldn’t have overworked himself." and that "The both of you should have left earlier. Even Jungkook isn’t in school today."
All Seokjin manages to do is make a noise that sounds a bit like an “Uhm-hmm” before he quickly says, “I’m tired, I’m going to rest. Bye.”
Seokjin puts down his phone, glaring at Jungkook who had purposefully bit Seokjin’s nipple playfully as he was talking on the phone with Namjoon.
"You’re such a little~" Seokjin tries to say but he’s thoughts are quick to disappear as Jungkook slowly used his tongue to circle Seokjin’s nipple, even covering it with his mouth to suck it. Seokjin grabs Jungkook’s hair, finding himself thrusting towards the boy unconsciously.
Jungkook winks at Seokjin after sucking off Seokjin’s already hard nipple with a satisfying “plop” sound, “But you’re the one who moaned, ‘Fuck me harder with your dick Jeon Jungkook’ yesterday so…”
x
Seokjin ends up waking up with a blue post-it stuck to his forehead
“I’m no weather man, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight.” In a tinier scrawled handwriting, Jungkook had written, “I had to go home to get a change of clothes and finish homework. I’ll be back later don’t miss me”
Seokjin finds himself chuckling and he thinks to himself that there really are perks of being a full time teacher at an all boys high school and Jungkook, is very much one of them.