Professor (fic)
Title Professor
Fandom Infinite
Pairing Myungsoo/You
Raiting PG-13
Word count 1087
Summary young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy, she wants him so badly , knows what she wants to be
Professor
The moment you walked into your 7:30AM chemistry class you knew that you would never complain about having to wake up at the crack of dawn for this ever again. You knew that you would never miss a single second of this class as long as you were being entranced by the velvety voice of Professor Kim Myungsoo. (The professor was just a formality. The moment you set foot outside the school doors, he became plain Myungsoo. And you talked about him a lot. You were kind of infatuated.)
One month later you hadn't retained any of the information being recited by the young professor and you showed up for tests for the sole purpose of staring at him in his smart cardigans as he poured over student's work. You realized that at the rate you were going you would most likely flunk university, and while a part of your brain was screaming at you to drop it and get over yourself, the other part was completely fine with this. Both parts were in constant war at each other and clearly the latter was winning.
Your friends didn't approve of your behavior at all. They just didn't understand that this wasn't any old schoolgirl's crush on her teacher. The age difference between you and Myungsoo was perfectly acceptable. The only thing keeping the two of you apart was the fact that he was your professor, and student-teacher relationships were frowned upon just about everywhere you went.
So when Professor Kim asked to see your after class, you didn't know whether to be over the moon, or wary.
"May I see you after class?" he asked, fixing you with his signature smoldering stare you had seen so many times before as he wrote equation after equation on the blackboard. After class you slowly began to pack up your things when you heard the soft sounds of footsteps. You turned, and Myungsoo was walking up the stairs, tapping his fingers on each desk as he approached. He stopped a few feet away before saying with a small sparkle in his eye and a nod of his head, "Why don't we step into my office?"
You followed him into his office, albeit apprehensively, and fiddled with your hands as you stood near his desk. You couldn't help wondering what exactly he wanted to talk to you about. Could it be about your marks? Maybe this time just showing up for class and passing in homework wasn't going to cut it. You jumped when you heard the door shut and the click of the lock. When you looked up, Myungsoo was striding towards you, determined. He didn't stop when he reached you, forcing you into his desk. With a surprising amount of strength he lifted you so you were sitting on the desk. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"You know," said Myungsoo, pressing into you, "this is wrong." He stroked his finger down the side of your face. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your neck. You hoped he wouldn't take notice of the goosebumps that were appearing wherever he touched you. "So young ... If anyone found out, we could both get," he leaned in, so that his lips were only centimeters from yours, "in trouble."
You shuddered. You weren't that young, you thought.
"It's not every day when I have a student as desirable as you are. So tempting ... You really drive me insane." Still whispering, he trailed his index finger down your nose, trailing down your lips, your neck, and down your arm. "We shouldn't do this. It violates several school rules, and we wouldn't want someone finding us now would we?" He was murmuring into your ear now, and had effectively rendered you speechless.
You knew he was right. But now you also knew that he wanted it just as much as you did. He was only saying this to get you more worked up. The reality was that this - whatever this was - was forbidden and yet here the two of you were. In his not-so-private office only a few feet away from being exposed by a very large window (that anyone could look into from the right angle).
Myungsoo chuckled, smirked, and set his hands flat on the desk on either side of you. With him leaning down to you and you sitting on the desk, you were at the perfect height to just lean in and take that perfect face in your hands and-
Any ability to coherently think and any shred of self-control you might have had disappeared when Myungsoo looked you right in the eyes - his dark with desire and yours wide with uncertainty, lifted your chin with two of his slender fingers, and kissed you. Right there. In his office.
All your previous concerns about being found were thrown into the wind. It was like all your wildest fantasies were coming true in that moment. You lifted your hands into his hair allowing him to work his own up underneath your shirt, running them over your skin and pressing them into the small of your back. Your mind was a spinning mess. You didn't know up from down. You felt like trying to concentrate on anything besides his lips and hands roaming your body - especially the implications of these actions - would probably make you faint, and you were dizzy enough as it was.
You detangled your hands from his hair, running them down his neck to touch the tiny bit of chest that was exposed by his v-neck shirt. You started unbuttoning his thin sweater, slowly, as your fingers were shaking. You pushed the garment off his shoulders and it fell to the floor, exposing toned arms and tanned skin. However before you could really appreciate them, Myungsoo pulled away, abruptly. He seemed to be watching you, drinking you in. Waiting to see your reaction. You could imagine what you looked like. Flustered, blushing, breathing heavily. You didn't want to stop. You wanted to run your hands over his skin, wanted to nip and bite at all his sensitive spots and drive him crazy, just as he had done to you. You hoped he couldn't see the neediness in your eyes.
He smirked and stepped away from you. Without a word he gathered his things and made his way out the door, but not before turning his head, winking, and saying, "I'll see you this time next week."
▲ inspiration: glee
▲ hope you enjoyed ;w;
Fandom Infinite
Pairing Myungsoo/You
Raiting PG-13
Word count 1087
Summary young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy, she wants him so badly , knows what she wants to be
Professor
The moment you walked into your 7:30AM chemistry class you knew that you would never complain about having to wake up at the crack of dawn for this ever again. You knew that you would never miss a single second of this class as long as you were being entranced by the velvety voice of Professor Kim Myungsoo. (The professor was just a formality. The moment you set foot outside the school doors, he became plain Myungsoo. And you talked about him a lot. You were kind of infatuated.)
One month later you hadn't retained any of the information being recited by the young professor and you showed up for tests for the sole purpose of staring at him in his smart cardigans as he poured over student's work. You realized that at the rate you were going you would most likely flunk university, and while a part of your brain was screaming at you to drop it and get over yourself, the other part was completely fine with this. Both parts were in constant war at each other and clearly the latter was winning.
Your friends didn't approve of your behavior at all. They just didn't understand that this wasn't any old schoolgirl's crush on her teacher. The age difference between you and Myungsoo was perfectly acceptable. The only thing keeping the two of you apart was the fact that he was your professor, and student-teacher relationships were frowned upon just about everywhere you went.
So when Professor Kim asked to see your after class, you didn't know whether to be over the moon, or wary.
"May I see you after class?" he asked, fixing you with his signature smoldering stare you had seen so many times before as he wrote equation after equation on the blackboard. After class you slowly began to pack up your things when you heard the soft sounds of footsteps. You turned, and Myungsoo was walking up the stairs, tapping his fingers on each desk as he approached. He stopped a few feet away before saying with a small sparkle in his eye and a nod of his head, "Why don't we step into my office?"
You followed him into his office, albeit apprehensively, and fiddled with your hands as you stood near his desk. You couldn't help wondering what exactly he wanted to talk to you about. Could it be about your marks? Maybe this time just showing up for class and passing in homework wasn't going to cut it. You jumped when you heard the door shut and the click of the lock. When you looked up, Myungsoo was striding towards you, determined. He didn't stop when he reached you, forcing you into his desk. With a surprising amount of strength he lifted you so you were sitting on the desk. He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
"You know," said Myungsoo, pressing into you, "this is wrong." He stroked his finger down the side of your face. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your neck. You hoped he wouldn't take notice of the goosebumps that were appearing wherever he touched you. "So young ... If anyone found out, we could both get," he leaned in, so that his lips were only centimeters from yours, "in trouble."
You shuddered. You weren't that young, you thought.
"It's not every day when I have a student as desirable as you are. So tempting ... You really drive me insane." Still whispering, he trailed his index finger down your nose, trailing down your lips, your neck, and down your arm. "We shouldn't do this. It violates several school rules, and we wouldn't want someone finding us now would we?" He was murmuring into your ear now, and had effectively rendered you speechless.
You knew he was right. But now you also knew that he wanted it just as much as you did. He was only saying this to get you more worked up. The reality was that this - whatever this was - was forbidden and yet here the two of you were. In his not-so-private office only a few feet away from being exposed by a very large window (that anyone could look into from the right angle).
Myungsoo chuckled, smirked, and set his hands flat on the desk on either side of you. With him leaning down to you and you sitting on the desk, you were at the perfect height to just lean in and take that perfect face in your hands and-
Any ability to coherently think and any shred of self-control you might have had disappeared when Myungsoo looked you right in the eyes - his dark with desire and yours wide with uncertainty, lifted your chin with two of his slender fingers, and kissed you. Right there. In his office.
All your previous concerns about being found were thrown into the wind. It was like all your wildest fantasies were coming true in that moment. You lifted your hands into his hair allowing him to work his own up underneath your shirt, running them over your skin and pressing them into the small of your back. Your mind was a spinning mess. You didn't know up from down. You felt like trying to concentrate on anything besides his lips and hands roaming your body - especially the implications of these actions - would probably make you faint, and you were dizzy enough as it was.
You detangled your hands from his hair, running them down his neck to touch the tiny bit of chest that was exposed by his v-neck shirt. You started unbuttoning his thin sweater, slowly, as your fingers were shaking. You pushed the garment off his shoulders and it fell to the floor, exposing toned arms and tanned skin. However before you could really appreciate them, Myungsoo pulled away, abruptly. He seemed to be watching you, drinking you in. Waiting to see your reaction. You could imagine what you looked like. Flustered, blushing, breathing heavily. You didn't want to stop. You wanted to run your hands over his skin, wanted to nip and bite at all his sensitive spots and drive him crazy, just as he had done to you. You hoped he couldn't see the neediness in your eyes.
He smirked and stepped away from you. Without a word he gathered his things and made his way out the door, but not before turning his head, winking, and saying, "I'll see you this time next week."
▲ inspiration: glee
▲ hope you enjoyed ;w;