Tired, Namjoon opened the door to his shared apartment. His flatmate Yoongi was napping on the old, black leather couch, snoring softly. The man was the cliché of the word artist: Working his ass off at night and sleeping until lunchtime while skipping meals and lacking the touch of sunlight. Sometimes Namjoon was worried about Yoongi, because this unhealthy cycle seemed to deepen the dark circles under his roomy's eyes. The man needed someone in his life to take care of, or he would drown in his self-centered, destructive behavior. But no matter how hard he tried to push his flatmate out into the world, the older would always snap back like he was connected to his room with a rubber band.

Letting the other sleep in peace, he sat down in the armchair across the wooden coffee table and pulled out the results of the project he had started today. Curiosity had been eating at him the entire day, and now he was able to finally read them.

He searched for the sheet with the name Kim Taehyung on it and placed it at the bottom of the stack, which he stacked on the coffee table. It would keep him motivated.

When, after four hours and several coffees and snacks, he was done with reading and commenting a little more than half of the works -some a disaster, some pretty good- Yoongi woke up. He ruffled through his black hair, that stood on his head like it wanted to point into every direction at the same time, and tried to blink away the drowsiness.

"Good evening," Namjoon greeted him and resumed reading with a soft smile. The self-announced rapper looked like a lost puppy after waking up, but he would never tell him that. It was one of the simple joys of living with Min Yoongi. Another one was the cooking. After Namjoon had almost burned down the kitchen, Yoongi had declared the kitchen counter his terrain and had threatened him with the biggest knife they possessed to never even think of cooking again. The rapper was a little melodramatic.

But his cooking was good as long as he was provided with ingredients (otherwise he would switch to boxed Jjajangmyeon from the grocery shop on the ground level of their apartment block). So, when the smell of fried chicken and rice tickled Namjoon's nose, he put away the sheets and walked over to the kitchen.

"Kimchi fried rice again?" he asked his flatmate with a soft frown. They had been eating this for the last five days.

"We're outa vegetables," the rumbling voice of the older replied emotionless and he turned around to the table with two bowls and the frypan.

Making a mental note to go shopping, Namjoon began to shovel the rice into his mouth. There were only two more sheets until he could finally read Taehyung's. The student had behaved so strangely, it had to be something interesting. When his stomach was satisfied, he left Yoongi in the kitchen and rushed over to the armchair to continue. 

Five minutes later, he held the sheet in hand that had tortured his nerves the most. Curious what Taehyung had to offer him so much that he had struggled to hand it out, he began to read:

"You know you have been a bad boy," my teacher said and caged me against the table.

"Y-Yes," I stumbled.

"And you understand that bad boys need punishment?" he asked.

I just nodded, unable to speak.

He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "Good. Now, turn around."

I shivered and obeyed, feeling my boner twitching in my pants.

Harshly, he bent me over the table and pushed down my pants and boxers to my knees.

"B-But you're my teacher," I breathed out, "That's illegal."

He just laughed, and suddenly I felt a big hand around my hard-on. "Someone seems to like illegal," he growled against my ear, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

The next moment, I heard a belt being opened, and then something poked my entrance. In the next second, I felt him pushing in and it hurt like shit. I whimpered from the pain. But after some thrusts the pain turned into pure lust, and I could feel myself coming closer to my climax. My teacher pounded into me mercilessly, and with a long moan I came on the table.

Some seconds later, he came into me, and after riding out his orgasm he pulled out. My ass felt empty and sore, but my mind was too dizzy from the orgasm to process everything.

"Get dressed and leave," my teacher said while he closed his belt.

Then he left the room, leaving me behind longing for more.

For some silent seconds of shock, Namjoon only stared at the last word. Then his brain went back online. "What kind of shitty abusive porn are kids those days watching?" he growled. And was this all the boy had produced in one and a half hours? Disappointing.

Yoongi poked his head out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Don't tell me you didn't watch shitty porn, too," he said with a dirty grin.

"No, I didn't watch porn at all when I was in school," Namjoon retorted.

Yoongi broke into laughter, "Lemme guess: shared a computer with your family?"

Namjoon frowned. His flatmate, sadly, was right. How could he have watched porn when he had known his younger sister would use the laptop, too? And watching porn on your phone was quite shitty when you had to share the WLAN capacity with your family. Lust did not know a pause button, so he had relied on his fantasy.

One sentence caught his eye. I whimpered from the pain. It was written in a different handwriting.

He groaned when he remembered. This had been the Yoon-kid's dare for the lost bet, and he even had taken part in the process of creating. Now that Namjoon knew, he saw some more places where Taehyung's writing was interrupted by another one. Poor kid. But on the other hand, this could become a funny thing to go on with. Namjoon commented the text like he had done with all the others, so in the end it was covered in red 'more explicit' signs. And to give it the finishing touch he added a 'You never had sex, am I right?'.

Poor Taehyung was going to regret this for a little longer.

But before Namjoon could mock the Kim-boy with his text, he had to increase the quality of the students' writing in general. Writing a whole scene had been way too much for a first time, so now he would give them an easier task.

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It hurt to write this smut. It's so damn bad, it makes me cringe. Let's see how it improves.