The front door swung open with a loud thud against the wall. If anyone were to be home, they'd definitely would have been alerted.

"Welcome to mi casa!" Jimin shouted, sending an echo throughout the fairly large, and seemingly empty, home. He casually threw his book bag on the entryway table and kicked his shoes off, waiting for his guest to do the same.

When Yoongi just stood there awkwardly, Jimin raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing? Come on, there's an extra pair of house slippers for guests." He pointed down to where the slippers were next to two other pretty worn pairs.

That was an instant red flag.

"Jimin, where are your parents?" The older male asked, nervousness creeping through his voice.

The younger paused, looking back up toward Yoongi with a frown. "They work the night shifts, so they're typically gone by the time I get home after cheer practice." He shrugged.

The history teacher pinched the bridge of his nose in clear frustration. "Jimin! I told you that I would only come over to tutor you if your parents were home!"

For every student, Yoongi refused to have any home tutoring sessions if their parents weren't home. It only seemed appropriate, and no one could point any accusations in his direction that way. But Jimin never seemed to care about that.

Jimin pouted, "Well I knew you wouldn't come over if I told you the truth..." He tried to look innocent by twiddling his fingers, but the other wasn't falling for that.

He knew Jimin was malicious.

"Do you know how much trouble I could get in if anyone were to find out that I was here without any guardians present!?"

The younger rolled his eyes. "You could also get in trouble if anyone were to find out that we made out and you groped my ass at school, but you still did that." Now Jimin was really being a brat. "But it was me and you, just like right now. It's only me and you here. So who's going to tell? I won't. Will you?"

At that, Jimin left the twenty-three year old silent.

He went to walk up the stairs that led to his bedroom, swinging his hips along the way for extra reinforcement. Halfway up the staircase, he turned to look back toward the older. "You comin'?" He bit his lip, hopeful.

Yoongi cursed himself under his breath for being such a weak man.

For some reason, Yoongi couldn't resist the younger no matter how hard he tried. There was something so perfectly captivating about the high school student that he couldn't shake him away from his thoughts.

Though he knew that he really shouldn't, the temptation was too much, so he grabbed Jimin's book bag and followed after the blonde anyway.

Jimin was waiting for his teacher in his bedroom. He sat criss-crossed in the middle of his bed with wide, expecting eyes.

At first, Yoongi ignored him, just tossing the student his bag. "You need your books and notes to study." The teacher dug around in his shoulder bag, pulling out his own notes he would use to help the boy.

He could hear a huff coming from Jimin's direction, but he smirked when he could hear the sound of pages being flipped open, indicating that Jimin was complying. He sighed, and took a seat on Jimin's desk chair.

"No," Jimin whined, "sit here." He patted the spot on his bed next to him. "I want you right next to me."

"Jimin-ah..." Yoongi sighed again. He seems to be doing that a lot lately. "I think I need to sit right here or you won't get much studying done. I do want you to pass my class."

"What? You don't want to see me again next year?" Jimin was playing with him.

"You're a senior, so no."

Eventually, Jimin gave up, seeing that Mr. Min was really playing hard to get today. He pulled out a highlighter and a pencil from his bag and focused on the chapter they were supposed to be starting on, but he wasn't happy about it.

While studying, Yoongi took the chance to glance around the younger's room. For the most part, it was very fitting for Jimin.

Cheer trophies decorated some shelves and there were a couple photos displayed with him and Jungkook. The one thing that Yoongi found odd was that there was not a single photo of any of Jimin's family, but he decided not to question the other about it.

After about an hour of Yoongi rambling about what some dead guys did to other old, dead guys, Jimin had had enough. History was never his subject and he didn't find it all that interesting, so after a while, his brain couldn't retain anymore. "Hyung... enough." He pleaded, throwing himself down the rest of the way on the bed.

Yoongi checked his watch and nodded. He figures that Jimin has gotten enough information down for one day. He started to pack up his supplies to leave, but that earned him another whine from the smaller.

"Please don't go..." Jimin begged, laying prettily across the mattress.

The way the teenager was laying with his arms lifted above his head made the hem of his shirt rise, exposing a tiny bit of the smooth, tan skin of his abdomen.

Yoongi gulped.

"Jimin... I really shouldn't stay..." He clenched his eyes shut and turned his head, forcing himself to look away, though he really didn't want to.

"But you want to," Jimin interjected. "If you didn't, you wouldn't have come up here in the first place. You would have suggested for us to study in the dining room or the living room, but instead, you followed me up here." He referred to his bedroom.

The teacher couldn't even deny the younger's words because it was one hundred percent true. Even while studying, erotic images of the things that they could be doing to each other inside this very room continuously flooded into his mind. He had even thought of those things before he entered Jimin's room, knowing that they could become reality if he allowed them to.

"So...," Jimin started as he walked over to his bedroom door, closing it and locking them inside, "Will you stay with me, Yoongi?" He batted his lashes suggestively.

Yoongi was fucked.

Just like before in the classroom, all the willpower he had completely crumbled. The wall, that was already barely hanging on, fully collapsed.

The totally fucked teacher pulled the younger male into him, bringing him into a deep kiss right from the start. It didn't take long for the kiss to turn needy, hungry and wet.

Jimin fisted Yoongi's shirt, trying to show the male just how badly he desired to be touched by him, just how bad he wanted him. If that didn't get the message across, then his breathy moans between each slide of lips did.

For a short moment, Yoongi pulled apart, only to shove all of Jimin's books and writing utensils off of the bed, not caring if he let them crash to the floor. If someone were to be home, they would definitely be disturbed by the racket it caused.

He motioned for Jimin to lay down, and the young blonde gladly obeyed. Yoongi hovered over the smaller male, connecting their lips once more.

Before making another move, Yoongi considered Jimin's age. The boy wasn't even quite eighteen.

He didn't know how much sexual experience Jimin already had, or if he's really even lost his virginity yet. By how confident he acts, Yoongi has just assumed that he has, but if that's not the case, Yoongi's not sure if he can do this.

"Wait, Jimin. Wait." He pushed himself up by his forearms and looked down worriedly. The gorgeous boy below him, gazed up with already hooded, lust filled eyes, mixed with a little confusion as to why they stopped.

"I don't want to take things any further if you haven't, you know... before." He admits.

Jimin's eyes widened, only to scrunch up and turn into crescent shapes as the room filled with his obnoxious laughter. "You're worried that I'm a virgin?"

Yoongi hums.

The younger cups his cheeks with his tiny hands. "I can assure you that this is not my first time doing this with someone, but thank you for taking me into consideration." He spoke genuinely, giving Yoongi a quick peck, which slowly grew into more.

This time their kisses weren't as heated. They moved their lips slowly, feeling and tasting one another with more passion.

Yoongi squeezed Jimin's hips then let his hands gently caress the curves of his torso and down to his thighs. He hasn't admitted it out loud, but he's been fascinated by the boy's thighs since the first day of class.

When he squeezed the juicy flesh there, Jimin let out a gasp, automatically opening his legs to let Yoongi settle between them.

This caused their clothed cocks to rub against one another, causing another gasp from Jimin and a hiss from Yoongi.

Wanting to bring out more of Jimin's beautiful responses, Yoongi rocked his hips forward, creating the perfect friction that both of them needed. Soon he worked up into a steady, careful rhythm that left both of them incredibly hard.

Yoongi looked into the younger's eyes, getting a nod of approval to take things even further. He quickly pulled up Jimin's shirt just enough to reveal the brown buds on his chest, watching how the boy's chest rose and fell with every breath.

He attached his lips to Jimin's right nipple, delicately rolling the bud over with his tongue. He gave the other attention by pinching gently, all while still continuing the movement of his hips.

Jimin was already so sensitive, but he didn't want to come this way.

Without warning, he reached down to undo the older's belt, partially because the metal of the buckle was starting to hurt.

The other got the idea and helped him, kicking off his pants and leaving him in his white button down and boxers. Jimin took this opportunity to peel off his shirt completely, pulling the other back down by the collar of his shirt.

Yoongi pecked his plump lips a few times before making a trail down his cheek, jaw and down his neck. When he reached a spot just above the collarbone, Jimin shuttered at the feeling. That was his most sensitive spot for kisses, and Yoongi made sure to keep that mental note for future reference.

Jimin let his fingers slide down to the first button of Yoongi's dress shirt, slowly undoing them one by one, exposing more and more of the older's pale chest. Yoongi watched his hands, noticing the slight tremble to them.

So Jimin was a little nervous, huh?

Yoongi grabbed one of his tiny hands, bringing it up to his lips, leaving a reassuring kiss against his palm.

Then the young male continued until the shirt was all of the way undone, so Yoongi shimmied it off, tossing it to the side.

There were still a couple articles of clothing keeping them from being completely skin against skin, so Yoongi reached for the button of Jimin's jeans while Jimin pulled at the waist of Yoongi's boxers.

Yoongi lifted himself off the bed to slide down his boxers. Jimin licked his lips in anticipation. He's fantasized about his teacher's cock one too many times, and now he's going to see it up close and personal.

And it didn't disappoint.

When Yoongi's member sprang free, curving perfectly upright, Jimin almost drooled at the sight. He was bigger than he had expected.

"Your turn." Yoongi spoke awkwardly, feeling a little exposed while Jimin was still covered.

Jimin let Yoongi help him finish unzipping his jeans, sliding them down his thick legs, along with his tight briefs.

Jimin's member was smaller in length and girth, but it was pretty just like Jimin, curving delicately against the boy's stomach, the tip shining with precum. Yoongi took a moment to look at all of Jimin and found him absolutely stunning.

He felt lucky to be with a man as beautiful as Jimin... even in their peculiar circumstances.

"In the top drawer I have condoms and lube... and I'm on birth control too, by the way." Jimin said shyly. He really was nervous.

Yoongi searched through the drawer, finding the necessary items.

He set the condoms aside, and popped open the cap of the lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it.

When he reached down toward Jimin's entrance, Jimin suddenly turned bright red and closed his legs a little. "Um..."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow of curiosity.

"I sorta prepped myself this morning... hoping this would happen. I shouldn't need too much stretching." He had planned for this even in the morning.That explains why he turned so red. The older nodded, returning to his mission.

He let his finger circle Jimin's rim before inserting it. Sure enough, Jimin was already pretty loose. He tested it by moving his finger in and out for a moment before adding a second. It didn't take too long to work Jimin up to four fingers.

Jimin was already a moaning mess. "H-hyung... Yoongi... please. I'm ready. I need you now."

At that, Yoongi withdrew his fingers, which caused Jimin to wince, and grabbed the box of condoms. He was still careful as he hurried to roll the condom down his pulsing shaft.

He added more lube and pumped himself a few times before aligning himself with Jimin's awaiting entrance.

Jimin clenched at the large and heavy intrusion, but soon relaxed enough, allowing Yoongi to sink himself all of the way inside. Yoongi let out a grunt at the feeling of Jimin's walls clenching tightly around him. It was so warm and so wet.

When Jimin seemed to be ready, Yoongi slowly withdrew himself, only to thrust his hips forward again, repeating the process. The perfect feeling of Yoongi's cock dragging against his insides elicited a strand of whispered curses from the blonde male's lips.

He tightly threaded his fingers through Yoongi's darker locks, encouraging the male to go faster. At the new set pace, Jimin wasn't sure how much longer he would last.

And by the way Yoongi's hips started to stutter, he wasn't going to make it long either.

With each thrust, Jimin's cock rubbed between their abdomens, only intensifying his pleasure. "Y-Yoongi... I'm gonna... I'm-"

"Me too. I'm almost there." Yoongi thrusted harder, being sure to hit Jimin's little bundle of nerves dead on every time, which had Jimin coming undone between their bodies, letting out a long satisfied moan at his release.

Just the sound alone had Yoongi releasing while buried inside him, filling the condom.

The pleasure was intoxicatingly good.

The room stayed silent aside from their heavy breathing, coming down from their highs.

When Yoongi decided to pull out, Jimin worried that he would leave right away, so it was surprising to him when that wasn't the case.

"What time do your parents usually get home from work?" the raven-haired male questioned.

Jimin blinked a couple times before answering, "Oh, um, usually around three in the morning."

Yoongi hummed and searched through the pocket of his discarded pants for his phone. Jimin watched as the male set an alarm for 2:30am. "We can sleep here together until then." Jimin couldn't help but grin ear to ear at the older's suggestion.

They quickly fell asleep, comfortably spooning one another without a single care in the world.

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Written by squidster97