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It didn’t hurt that your confidence had got an unexpected boost, either - the handsome man from the dating app had actually messaged you! His name was Jin, he was a trainee veterinary nurse, and he was just as charming as you had hoped. It turned out he definitely remembered you nearly bowling him over at the cafe but luckily he’d found it funny rather than irritating, and he had even asked you out for a bite to eat at the end of the week (which you’d immediately accepted). You hadn’t had a proper date in...you couldn’t remember how long it had been, which probably wasn’t a good sign. 

Your first lecture with Namjoon’s class was on Tuesday this week, and you were glad you didn’t have more time to overthink what you had to say to him. It seemed like your semester plan had favoured you as well, because the plan for that lecture was for the students to work in groups to discuss source material and give a short presentation outlining their assignment plans. That meant that Namjoon’s attention would (hopefully) be entirely focused on his fellow students instead of on you as you drifted from group to group, for which you were extremely thankful. You didn’t know whether your resolve would have held if you had had his eyes following you around the room, like the first day you’d met him. And after all, he did have to actually pass your module, the same as any other student. 

‘Namjoon? Can I have a word, please?’ you called as the class filed out, trying to sound casual. He looked surprised for a moment, but inclined his head and walked slowly over to your desk, clearly waiting for the rest of the class to leave the room before speaking. ‘Everything okay, professor?’ he said with a flash of his dimples, hands in his pockets. There’s no backing out now, you thought. You just had to grit your teeth and tell him. You cleared your throat and looked him straight in his deep, beautiful brown eyes. ‘I need to talk to you about what happened on Friday. It can’t happen again.’  His eyes widened slightly and then narrowed as he frowned. He ran a hand through his soft hair and you had to look away so you didn’t imagine twisting your fingers into it while his face was buried between your legs. How does he do this to me? you thought, clenching your thighs involuntarily as your skin tingled. ‘Why? I thought you said you weren’t uncomfortable with me?’ ‘I’m not, but it was a mistake. It was unprofessional of me, and I’m not willing to put my position at this university at risk by crossing the line with one of my tutees.’ Regardless of how much I want to. 

Because you really did want to. Now that he was in front of you, you realised that you weren’t at all in control of the effect he had on your body. As he stood over you, all you could think about was how he had growled as he fucked you with his fingers on Friday afternoon and how hard you’d come for him, and you shivered a little. You had to stay strong, and you still had an ace up your sleeve if you needed it.

He was biting his bottom lip now and looking at you with a mixture of confusion and disappointment, and to your surprise he suddenly looked a lot more vulnerable than you would have expected him to. That vulnerability was short-lived however, because he straightened up and cupped your chin with his hand, lifting your face to look up at him like he had the first time in your office, and you knew he was about to kiss you.  ‘Y/N...are you sure?’ You so, so badly wanted to let his full, soft, lips touch yours, let him hold you and bend you over the desk and fuck you senseless. All the air in your lungs seemed to evaporate in the moments that Namjoon looked into your eyes and lowered his face to yours, and as his fingers gently stroked your cheek you felt your resolve melting away. If your lips touched, would you be able to stop yourself kissing him back? 

‘That’s enough, Namjoon! I’m transferring to Professor Johnston’s tutor group,’ you said loudly, pushing his hand away. ‘What?’ ‘You’ll be continuing in my classes and you’ll still get assignment feedback from me, but I think it’s best we don’t have tutorial sessions together any more. Now please, get out of my classroom.’ 

Namjoon didn’t say anything, but he kept his eyes on your face for a moment before turning on his heel and walking straight out of the door, not sparing a glance backwards. You let out a shaky sigh and sat down heavily in your desk chair as you covered your face with your hands. That could have gone better. But it could have gone worse too, you reflected. You’d stayed strong, and you’d pulled your ace by transferring him to Johnston’s tutor group. Johnston was one of the university’s stalwart academics - yes, he was very grey and somewhat set in his ways, but he was the one you got on best with from your department and you knew Namjoon would be in good hands with him. And there was very little danger of Johnston being affected by Namjoon’s charisma in the same way you had been, since he was married to a woman and had four lovely children of around your age.

You half-expected Namjoon to skip his next class with you (you certainly would have done, if your positions were reversed), but he turned up on the day acting like nothing had happened. In fact, he seemed to be in an unusually good mood, and even volunteered to answer some questions (not that you picked him when he put up his hand - you weren’t quite ready for that yet). You saw him talking animatedly to one of his classmates as they filed out, a pretty woman with pastel hair whose name you couldn’t quite remember at that moment, and you couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy before your common sense kicked in and told you to forget it. Namjoon had to stay at arm’s length, no matter how much you wanted him to be much, much closer than that; and fortunately, you had the date with Jin coming up in a couple of days which would be a welcome distraction. 

Friday rolled around, and you decided to head home early to prepare for your date seeing as you now had a spare tutorial slot in the afternoon. You already knew what you would wear, having spent the preceding day mentally rifling through your wardrobe, and had even hung the outfit on the back of your bedroom door to prevent last-minute changes of heart. Amazingly, you weren’t even that trepidatious; it had been so long since you’d had a date that you were just excited to ‘get back out there’, as Rosina had put it, although you couldn’t deny that the idea of seeing Jin in person again was giving you a little more nervous energy than usual. Namjoon had only crossed your mind today because you knew he’d be having his first tutorial slot with Professor Johnston, and the relief of having something else to occupy your thoughts was palpable. You’d found yourself wondering idly whether this date would end the way you hoped it would - even in your brief meeting outside the cafe, Jin’s broad shoulders and perfect lips hadn’t escaped your notice.

You had elected not to share the real reason for switching when you’d asked Johnston about moving Namjoon to his group, instead playing up to his ego by pretending you were struggling with the number of tutees you had. He’d given you a patronising smile and an ostentatiously gracious ‘Of course, my dear, no trouble at all,’ and you’d had to thank him as if he was doing you a huge favour. Which, you supposed, he was - he just had no idea what your true intentions were in shifting Namjoon to his tutor group. 

Having completed your final check of your bag and pockets for all the bits and pieces you needed to take home for the weekend (including a letter of recommendation for one of your previous students who unfortunately hadn’t impressed you once in two years of classes), you leaned down over your desk and started shutting down your computer, closing tab after tab of ‘research’ articles - really, you’d just wanted to read about a scandal at another university which had involved some sculptures of dubious origin and whispers of money changing hands under the table. There was a knock at the door, but you didn’t look up and give whoever-it-was the chance to ask you for a last-minute favour, instead saying, ‘Hello, I’m just on my way out…’ hoping they would get the hint. 

‘Ah, Y/N. I just hoped to catch you for a moment, if you don’t mind?’ The papery, slightly wheezy voice of the faculty director was not at all what you’d expected to hear. Professor Augustin was slightly stooped in his old age, but still tall and with a shock of curly white hair. He wore tortoiseshell half-moon glasses and had an air of gentility, which you knew wasn’t entirely genuine - you’d witnessed him roundly berating a teaching assistant for photocopying his lecture notes incorrectly. The poor kid had broken down in tears as soon as Augustin was safely out of sight, and you’d spent your twenty-minute lunch break consoling them while they sobbed into their hands. ‘Not at all, Professor. Please, sit down - would you like a cup of tea?’ you said quickly. He was your boss’s boss and undeniably your superior in an academic sense, having published three books in the last year alone, so it was important to keep him on your side.  ‘No thank you, dear. I will have a seat, though. The knees aren’t what they were,’ he said, lowering himself into the chair facing your desk with a little huff. You followed suit and sat down as well. ‘Now, I realise this is a little...delicate, but I thought it would be best to nip it in the bud, so to speak.’ He let out a small sigh and looked at you over his steepled fingers. You knew what was coming. ‘Y/N, I was walking past your classroom on Tuesday and couldn’t help seeing…’ You couldn’t bear to hear Professor Augustin tell you what he’d seen - you knew exactly what he was talking about. There had been a few long moments when you and Namjoon could easily have been mistaken for lovers - more than enough time for an elderly professor to shuffle unnoticed past your classroom. You spoke up straight away, interrupting as politely as you could with a deep blush in your burning cheeks.

‘That’s nothing!’ You cleared your throat, speaking more slowly. ‘Sorry - that’s nothing to worry about, Professor Augustin. Mr Kim misunderstood the nature of our relationship. I’ve just transferred him to Professor Johnston’s tutorial group, actually.’  ‘Good, good. You’re a sensible girl, aren’t you? Well, glad you’ve got your head screwed on, at least.’  You ignored the ‘girl’ comment and tried to look unabashed, but your insides were squirming with shame.  ‘Yes, sir. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding,’ you said.  Professor Augustin gave you an appraising look over his glasses, and after a pause got up from the chair. He was still quite a bit taller than you, though his cardigan and comfortable loafers made him seem smaller than he was.  ‘But, Y/N, you must understand: I expect not to see anything like that again. There has been too much indiscretion in this place in recent years, and I am sure you appreciate the need to be...mindful...of our institutional reputation. Yes?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ you murmured, and you were sure you’d never blushed quite so deeply. ‘Excellent. This isn’t meant personally, of course, but I’m afraid I will have to be rather less lenient with this type of indiscretion than I have been previously. Now, do enjoy your weekend, won’t you?’ the professor said with a genial smile, and shut the door behind him.

Your date with Jin that evening unfortunately didn’t showcase you at your best. You’d been somewhat rattled by the conversation with Professor Augustin and had found it hard to put out of your mind, so you knew you’d seemed more distracted than you wanted to be; Jin didn’t seem to be too bothered though, as he’d spent much of the date face-down in a bowl of ramen. He had been sweet and funny and you’d kissed before parting ways, which is really all you could have asked for in the circumstances. On your way home, he’d messaged to tell you the punchline to a joke he’d forgotten earlier, and you found yourself smiling as you tapped out a reply. Maybe the tryst with Namjoon was just what you had needed to get your love life back on track - and the price you had paid was that Professor Augustin would be watching you a lot more closely from now on. 

a/n: did you guess who our mystery man was? ive deleted ‘semi-pwp’ from the genre list cos this is turning into a proper story! ngl, i didnt have it planned out to be more than 2-3 chapters when i started it, but im now thinking its gonna be 8-10. smut is coming up in chapter 5 so stay tuned... thank you so much for reading as always, shoot me a message if you wanna feed back (or just say hi)! and as always let me know if you wanna be tagged x

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!