SMUT STORIES ~ {KOOKV} Teacher X student: 4

The lecture was halfway through, and once again, Taehyung could feel it—those eyes, heavy on him, burning holes from the back row.

He had ignored it for days now. Pretended Jungkook’s lazy stretches weren’t deliberately obscene, that his voice didn’t dip low whenever he said sir, that the way he licked his lips wasn’t meant to be seen

But today, enough was enough

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)

“Jeon Jungkook.”

The name rolled off Taehyung’s tongue, sharp.

The room stilled. Everyone turned, curious, as the captain of the basketball team lazily lifted his head, dark hair falling into his eyes. He smirked, lips quirking like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]

“Yes, miss? ~”

His voice was a velvet drawl, rich and suggestive.

[don't ask me why miss (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) he's an ore now, (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)]

Heat crept up Taehyung’s neck. He gripped the chalk a little too tightly.

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)

“If you’re done daydreaming, perhaps you can answer the question on the board.”

Jungkook’s gaze flicked lazily to the chalkboard, then back to Tae. And instead of answering immediately, he leaned forward on his desk, elbows propped up, chin resting in his palm. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips slowly as he drawled,

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]

“I wasn’t daydreaming, sir. I was paying attention to you....”

A ripple of muffled giggles spread through the classroom.

Taehyung froze. For a split second, his breath caught, heat pooling low in his stomach at the brazen words. He snapped his gaze back to the board, forcing his expression into ice.

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)

“Then perhaps, you can prove it. Solve the equation.”

he said coolly,

He pushed out of his seat with a slow, almost lazy swagger, enjoying the way the room seemed to hold its breath. He could feel the teacher’s eyes on him—trying not to, failing miserably.

He solved the problem easily; math wasn’t hard for him, he just pretended it was when he felt like slacking. After scrawling the answer, he turned, marker still in hand, and let his gaze lock with Tae’s.

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]

“See? I told you I was paying attention.”

A smirk tugged at his lips as he added, low enough that only Tae would hear—

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]

“Always do, when it comes to you...~”

For a fraction of a second, Jungkook caught it: the way Tae’s pupils dilated, the tiny hitch of breath before he composed himself again.

That was all he needed. 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

He sauntered back to his seat, cocky grin plastered across his face, while Tae forced himself to continue the lesson as if nothing had happened—heart hammering, mind replaying that look over and over.

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