(ship requested by whochewy)

(Concept: Tzuyu is a student in a college class that Taehyung teaches. In a relatively small class, Tzuyu easily becomes his favorite student)

(Tzuyu POV)

No one told me college was going to be this way. My parents had to convince me to go to this school, but to be honest, I'm starting to like it here. My arts & literature professor might be the reason why.

He's the youngest professor on campus. Some of the students are even older than him. Most of the younger girls are always drooling over him and he knows it.

I have to admit, he is quite handsome. He makes it easy for me to pay attention in class.

He's never told any of the students his age. Everyone wanted to know, but he wouldn't give in. My guess is he's about twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven years old.

He's made it a rule for his class that no one is allowed to ask him out or flirt with him. I guess he's had his fair share of students who have done both.

The end of the school year was approaching and Professor Kim cut class short one day. Everyone was dismissed, but he asked me to stay for a few minutes; he said he wanted to talk to me.

"You wanted to talk to me, professor?" I ask.

"Yes, Tzuyu, have a seat please."

I sat down at a desk in front of him. He stayed standing up. I'd never really seen him this close before. Our class was in a lecture hall and I never really sat towards the front. He was so close, I could smell his cologne.

"I've been impressed by your work all year long, Tzuyu." He says, "You're an excellent student. Obviously gifted, well-rounded and..."

He puts his palm down on my desk, "Absolutely gorgeous."

I had to mentally do a double take. Did my teacher just call me gorgeous? Is this inappropriate?

I looked down, flustered and confused.

"Would you like to go out with me sometime?" He asks, almost whispering.

"I..."

What the hell is happening?

"Are you sure?" I ask.

I'm not going to lie, I would love to go on a date with him, but wouldn't that get him in trouble? Would he lose his job? And wouldn't it be kind of awkward between us?

"I am," He sits down at the desk next to me, "But are you? You don't have to if you don't want to."

I thought about it. No one really had to know. At least, not right now.

"I'd gladly go on a date with you... professor."

He laughs, "Please, call me Taehyung."

That one decision changed my entire college experience.

I felt kind of weird at first, but eventually I found out he was only four years older than me. We're both adults, there's nothing wrong with us seeing each other.

Well...except for the fact that he might get in trouble with being a teacher...and I might get in trouble with being his student. But as long as this stays between us, we  should be just fine.

I saw a different side of him. He probably saw a different side of me too. Our one date turned into a few more. When I was in his class, we would make eye contact sometimes, and he would smile at me, but we didn't speak to each other in front of anyone in class.

The last day of the last semester eventually rolled around. His class was my last class of the day. Some of his students stayed back to give him gifts or cards, but I sat quietly in the corner waiting for it to clear out.

The last student left, letting the door shut behind them. It was just us now.

"So. That's it." Taehyung says from the bottom of the lecture hall. I was sitting in the corner, all the way at the top.

"What's it?" I ask.

"You're no longer my student." He starts walking up the steps towards me.

"So...what does that mean?"

He caresses my face before planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

"I'll tell you at home." He takes my hand and pulls me out of my seat.

It was almost silent as he drove us to his place. I kept glancing at him, but he would never looks back. When we got out of the car, he walked ahead of me.

He opened the door to his apartment to let us in. As soon as it shut, he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. I kissed him like I couldn't hold myself back.

He pulls away and looks me in the eyes, "What do you say we take this to the next level, right here, right now?"

Was he suggesting..?

"Next level?"

"I want to have sex with you, Tzuyu."

My face became warm, "I...I've never done that before."

"It's alright," He holds my hands, "We can take it slow."

I nod. I was nervous, but I wanted this.

Our clothes slowly fell to the ground as we made our way over to the couch.

He takes his wallet out of his pocket before removing his pants. From his wallet, he pulled out a condom.

"You carried that with you all the time?" I ask.

He shakes his head, "Not until recently..."

He kept his word about taking things slow. We started in missionary position, our chests pressed against each other.

I bit at his shoulder every time he hit the right spot. He made me feel so good, it was overwhelming.

"Taehyung...ahhh..." I moaned slowly.

"Does that feel nice, babe?" He smirks.

I nod, "You feel so good."

His lips kissed me wherever they could reach. He kept things slow and gentle; he took good care of me.

I orgasmed and we had to stop for a second. I had never felt anything like this before. I clung onto his shoulders, letting the feeling pass through my body.

He wraps his arms around me, kissing near my ear and moaning.

He starts to go a little faster, making me bounce. His eyes never left my face. A few minutes of this and that feeling had built up in me again. I was going to orgasm again at this rate.

He could tell I was close by the way I was breathing and clawing at his back.

My eyes shut tight as he gave me whatever he had left, driving his hips harder and faster.

"Ahh! T-taehyung-ah! Oh, please-!" I cried.

He held onto my waist, slamming his hips a few more times. He grunts as he slows down and comes to a stop.

"Taehyung, oppa." I hug him as he lets himself fall against me, "You're amazing."

We were both still trying to catch our breath.

He laughs breathlessly, "I love you, Tzuyu."

That was the first time we made love and the first time he told me he loved me.

But it definitely wasn't the last time for either of those.