“Dammit, I should have just copied the work off someone else,” you thought as you stayed behind for lunch as your teacher had something to “discuss” with you. You knew it had to do with the ton of missing assignments that you had been putting off. It wasn’t your fault you had to practically take care of your parents and siblings! And really, you didn’t exactly find his subject very interesting, so why waste your time.
“Good luck!,” your friend called before she closed the door behind her, leaving you and your teacher, Mr.Kim, alone in the room. His room was rather simple, as expected from the rather blunt male. He was rather notorious for giving straight forward answers and opinions, but every student knew he was a very kind and gentle man at heart. He had a soft spot for individually helping kids when they were really struggling if they approached him.
Yet, there was something about him that was rather…oppressive. Maybe the way he walked with his long legs, crossing the rather large classroom in a mere second, or the way his eyes would squint at you as you read a passage, burning up your cheeks. He was always so commanding and in control, and you loved it.
There she stood, with her hunched shoulders and feet shuffling in spot. Her obedient tendencies, to say yes at every question and divert her eyes when he looked at her, brought out a different side of him. A side not all women enjoyed it, but, perhaps, young Miss (Y/N) would.
Of course she was wearing her school uniform, the navy and green plaid skirt riding a bit high from just having stood up. The white, longsleeve button down straining just a bit over her breats, and the small, black scarf tied loosely around her neck. Her knee high socks clung to her tanned legs, her slight heels gave her calves a small enhancement and caused her to walk with a bit of a sway . A striking image of a sweet, innocent, submissive schoolgirl.
“What did I do in my past life to get this kind of opportunity,” he thought with a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Third Person POV
“Come sit (Y/N),” Namjoon said. In his usually, slightly rough, voice.
(Y/N) walked across the room, her heels slightly echoing in the emptiness, only increasing what felt like a thundercloud of tension, possibly sexual?
You take a seat and place your hands on your knees, not crossing your legs.
“I’m sure you are aware of why I had you hang back to speak with me?,” Namjoon asked
“Sir, I know I haven’t done most of my work, I’m really sorry I just don’t hav–”
Namjoon cuts you off, “It’s alright I understand, you are a growing lady and your responsibilities have increased,” he says. With a rather calming tone in his voice. “However, I have too keep them as zeros until I get some work from you, why don’t you stay here for the next few lunches and try to get some work done during the day?”
“Stay in a room, with just me and Mr. Kim, for a whole 45 minutes? And he expects nothing to happen? I’ll die of tension if I have to stay here with him,” you think. But at the same time, you know you have to get this work done.
“Alright, I’ll try and finish as much work as I can!” you say in the most motivated way you can muster.
10 minutes later
“God if I have to put up with looking at her for another minute i’m going to explode.”
“How can he just sit there and still look so powerful?”
You look up and see Namjoon standing on the other side of your desk, looming over you.
“Y-Yes, Mr.Kim,” you manage to stutter, trying not to bring ur eyes down to the level of his pelvic region, which happened to be at a perfect height for you.
“(Y/N), come to my desk please,” he says, his voice a bit deeper than before.
You almost stumble getting up, and walk with Namjoon over to his, rather large, desk. You stand at a corner while he crosses in front of you and takes a seat on his chair. He subtly runs his eyes up and down your figure, slightly noticing your feet shuffle, your trademark sign of nervousness.
“Come sit,” Namjoon says as he pats his thigh. You almost fall backwards in shock at the random request, and Namjoon simply smirks and grabs your wrist to bring you onto his lap. Your knees fold in between his thighs as you feel you ass resting on the fabric of his pants.
You try not to face him, for his face is a mere inch from yours. You can feel your cheeks heating up and you heartbeat getting louder by the second.
You tried squirming to get your skirt under your ass to stop your further wetting core from getting onto his pants, but Namjoon wraps his long arm around you and squeezes your waist.
“Um, M-Mr.Kim, what a-are you doing?” you manage to finally say.
He pulls his lips up into his signature smirk and moves his other hand to you hip wrapping you in his arms. “Now princess, we both know that something was bothering both of us,” he starts, his eyes staring all over you causing you to slightly squirm more, “and I think it’s better if we just address it before you can finish up you work.”
At that flipped you so you were facing him and straddling his legs, his chest touching yours. You squeaked in surprise at the quick movement, and felt his breath on you. He grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. His eyes looking over your whole face as he smirked and ran his thumb across your cheek, “look how soft my princess’s skin is.”
“M-Mr.Ki-” he silenced you with his lips on yours.
“Hush baby girl, and I’m no longer Mr.Kim okay?” He picked you up by your thighs and placed your back onto his desk. “I’m daddy from now on.”
“Y-yes daddy.” You had no idea where this was going, how you got here, but you just knew that you liked it, you liked it very much.
“Good girl princess, that sounds so good coming from your pretty little mouth.”
He slides his hands down your clothed chest and untied your scarf, then he began unbuttoning you blouse, so slowly and meticulously, savoring every new bit of skin. He took off your shirt and looked down at you. Already so hot with just your light pink bra and small skirt riding up to where he could see your matching panties. He licked his lips just imagining violating ur precious little body.
“Look at me princess, give me your wrists,” he commanded as he undid his tie. You simply looked up at him and obliged, biting you lips. He tied his tie on your wrists binding your two hands, the soft fabric tightening on your skin with every knot. Namjoon kissed your knuckles and let your hands fall above your head.
“Now, you need to make sure your hands stay above your head okay baby girl? You don’t want to make daddy upset on your first time, do you?”
You meekly shook you head, “No daddy.”
“Will you be a good princess for me?”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He smirked and kissed you softly.
Namjoon moved down to your chest, pulling each breast out of their cups. He brought his head down and began suckling on one while kneading the other and pinching your tits. His tongue swirled around one bud and then he transferred sides, showing love to each. His thick lips perfectly encased your tit and his fingers playfully teased the other. All you could do was gasp at each touch and moaned lie never before.
“Is my princess already so enthralled? Daddy hasn’t even gotten started yet baby girl.” He joked, noticing your already helpless state.
“D-Daddy please, oh god, daddy you feel so good.”
“My baby girl is so good. Look at you, already coming undone for me.” He went down again, slightly biting you bud. Causing you to gasp and whimper slightly at the soft pain.
Namjoon moved down your body, leaving soft butterfly kisses across your belly, giving you goosebumps. Reaching the line of your skirt, he slowly pulled it off, admiring the progressive appearance of you soft pink panties with small white lace borders. He threw your skirt off to the side, again staring about your beautiful body.
He smiled at your panties and ran his index under the band, “these look so good on you princess, I’ll have to buy you more sets like these.” He bent down over your body, pressing you under his chest, his groin slightly brushing yours. “My baby girl should always look this precious,” Namjoon whispered in your ear before pulling back and kissing you again.
Hooking one finger under your panties again, he slipped them off, smirking at how soaked they already were. As he tossed them, he marveled in how absolutely sinful you looked. Your cheeks were burning red, your breathing shallow, and you body glistening in a light sheen of sweat. Your pussy practically dripping for Namjoon to just lick right up.
“Princess, you look so beautiful right now, daddy is thinking of all the ways he could fuck you up right now.” Namjoon says as he runs his thumb on your knee.
“Daddy please, daddy I- I need you, p-please,” you manage to get out in between choppy breaths.
“Tell me what you want from me baby girl,” Namjoon says, his voice going husky and his hands lightly skimming the skin of your inner thigh. It gave you goosebumps and only made you breathe harder.
“I want daddy to lick me, please daddy,” you plead through moans.
“That’s it baby girl,” he says as he lowers his head to your dripping pussy, “Look how pretty you are princess.”
Namjoon takes his tongue and runs in once through your folds, watching you shiver and moan. Then, while his thumb rubs your clit, he sucks you into his lips, licking up every drop on your core. He works his tongue in between your folds, and slips it in and out of your pussy.
“Oh daddy yeessss, keep doing that, please daddy,” you moan. Namjoon’s lips and tongue overflow every sense you have, his soft lips encasing you.
“Yeah princesses, you like it when daddy licks ur sexy little clit baby girl? Daddy can do this all day sweetheart, I’m here to make my princess feel so special.”
“Daddy, don’t stop daddy, I’m gonna cum.”
“I wanna taste my baby girls jucies, cum for me my sexy little princess.” Namjoon says as he continues to wrap your pussy in his soft lips.
You feel your whole body come undone, your legs buck under the pleasure, and you cum all over your daddy’s face.
Namjoon looks down at you again, after having licked up you cum. You were still breathing hard and your legs still shaking. Your eyes were closed and slowly opened to meet his gaze.
“Princess, do you know how fucking sinful you look right now,” Namjoon says with his sexy smirk back as he pulls you up off the desk, holding onto your shoulders to help you keep your balance. He takes your chin again and places a light kiss on your lips and sets another on your forehead.
“Now lets get you dressed, hmm?”
He helps you gather all your clothes and puts your shoes back on. “You know baby girl, you have to come back next lunch to finish up your other work,” he says with a devious smile.
“Don’t worry daddy, I’ll make sure to get all my work done next time.” You reply, a small smile playing on your lips at the new name you have for your teacher.
“That’s what daddy likes to hear, princess,” Namjoon playfully growls in your ear, grabbing your ass through your skirt.
BTS Reaction to Their Girlfriend Secretly Being a Badass Rapper
(A/N): Oh, good lord this request is amazing. x’D. Thank you, anon.
The moment you opened your mouth to rap, his jaw would drop. He would be in shock. Did such degradation, such foul language, and such roughness come from his cute little girlfriend? NO! He refused to believe it.
“ Was that /really/ you, jagiya??!”
This boy would be pleasantly surprised when you showed him your secret talent. You went from his cute muffin to his sexy baby in 0.3 seconds and he loved it. He would rub it in the other members’ faces a lot, but wouldn’t let you show them since he said that your “tongue technology” was only for him.
“Wah… I guess I’m not the only one with a fast tongue in this relationship~.”
Freak out! Hobi would be a literal mess once he found out how you turned from this cute little thing to a badass rapper. In a way you kind of reminded him of himself when he got a little too much into rapping on stage. Unlike Yoongi, he would drag you around the dorms and make you show all the members your “hidden talent” as he put it.
“Baby, show hyung what you just showed me.” *When you showed the other members he’d begin jamming out*
He’d be gone. No way in hell did his cute baby girl just chew him out through a rap. His eyes would bulge at you and he’d make you do it again so he could record you on his phone. He would then go on and on about how you and him need to make a song together.
“Oh my god, baby. I need to have you in a song. Please?”
When you went from literal squish to holy shit, he would finally understand the pain you always told him about. He had always wondered what you meant when you told him that he was a whole other person on stage, but now he finally understood, and holy crap. He would give you a shocked expression before breaking out in a smile.
“Ah, you’re cute and sexy all at the same time. You’re going to make my heart explode, jagi. “
(Does anyone else get distracted by the bunny Kookie in this gif? Like he just pops up all smiley and cute XD )
Tae would become a little bit jealous. How could you, the most adorable, cute, sweet girl he has ever met in his entire life become one of the best female rappers he had ever heard? After you showed him, he would begin to pout and mope around the house until you spoiled him in hugs and kisses.
*He whines* “It’s not fair, babe.. I want to be really good at rapping too.”
You just got 100 times cooler in this boy’s eyes. The moment you broke into a rap he literally began to fanboy. Of course he loved your cute side to the moon and back, but this badass side you had shown made him almost bust a nut.
“HOLY SHITTTT” *He watched you in awe before freaking out and dancing.*
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