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kill the director (seungsthetic) review under the cut.

trope: prof x student

genre: suggestive (heeseung is such a tease, fuck him lmaooo)

brief mentions of harassment (mdni)

at first reading the lines of "Some teachers in your major even made bets if you would reach the online forums kind of famous, other majoring students daring to come to the media building for sneaks of you." scared me shitless, this is something i would never want to experience as a woman. i mean men feasting over you? absolutely not lmao and god the harassment???????????????????? i hate men.

but anyways, i read this after redoing my whole blog so my attention span is still at bay (thank god). i could say that this fic might pass for forbidden romance? given the taboo with teacher and student relationship lol

i enjoyed this read. there are some paragraphs that i had to take a double read since it was confusing to read (but it's understandable given it wasn't proofread) and you described heeseung well and sticked well with the playboy persona but i was craving for more heeseung backstory? i mean what's the reason for his playful behavior?

the making out sesh with the halloween costumes are top tier content right there, part 2 pls if u can hehe i need the smut ;)

kill the director — lee heeseung

requested. – it's finally here!!!!

pairing: heeseung x afab reader

genre: angst, suggestive, mdni!!!

plot: you are a newly graduated teacher based in a university, and one of your new students decides to try and push his luck with you.

warnings: university student!heeseung, newly graduated teacher!reader, heeseung shamelessly flirting, slight age gap (reader is older by two-three years), no actual sex happens (kind of left it open for a smutty part two if people want), mentions of costumes, reader is kind of harassed but also not really detailed.

extra: i'm making heeseung a film student just because i gained my masters in film so i know exactly the kinds of things to write for the class scenes, sorry not sorry haha.

wc: 5331

You were always told from the day you graduated that when the next term began, you were going to be that one tutor that all the all of the students would oggle, regardless of if they were in your class or not. Some teachers in your major even made bets if you would reach the online forums kind of famous, other majoring students daring to come to the media building for sneaks of you.

You were close to the age of the students, only about 3 years older than the ones you were to teach at an absolute maximum, disregarding the older students who came for a change of knowledge so they could find a better career.

You knew it was going to be rough to gain the respect of the students close to your age, due to that very fact. But all you had ever wanted to do in life was teach. Your old tutor was retiring, leaving the slot open for you to steal with so much as just one word.

The desk was emptied before you even accepted your degree, and you got the job offer the very next day. You felt as if everything just fell into perfect place. You were excited to begin the new chapter of your life. And nothing was going to tear it down. That, you was determined.

You arrived at your class, bright and early. You wanted to ensure you had more than enough time to learn how to use the projector so you could showcase any and all needed documents on the board, and you needed to ensure all handouts that needed printing were neat and stapled to try and minimise the risk of anyone losing a piece of the information required. Of course, you would always print more if someone asked you—but you wanted your first class to be perfect.

You placed the paper stacks for each student at each seat, then you rushed back to your own seat and sat down, double, triple checking, that each PowerPoint and document made sense and was easy to read. You couldn’t have any mistakes, not on your first day.

You were shocked when students began to enter the room much too early for class, earlier than you were prepared for. They didn’t even seem to register your existence at first, you being almost hidden behind the desk which had a weird ‘back’ to it, a piece of wood sticking up to almost separate you from the students. You also had your laptop placed in a way so when students entered, they almost couldn’t see you from the side when you were sat down also.

Students continued to flood in, mostly in pairs or small groups. The final students trickles their way in, and almost every seat was filled with a good ten minutes left before class was to begin.

You sneaked looks from behind your laptop screen, watching as your students pulled their own laptops out, while some assessed the papers before them, and some of those even began highlighting the parts of the information that they found most crucial to remember. You couldn’t help the smile forming on your lips.

This was what you had always wanted, what you looked forward to. Now was your time to shine.

You finally stood from your seat, the students at the desks closest to the front of the room noticing you first. Their eyes were laser focused on your every move. You made your way in careful steps across the carpet to the glass door of the room before you pushed it shut, then you turned to face the students with a bright, forced smile.

You were terrified as to how they would react if they could sniff out your nerves. Your palms were sweaty and your skin was tingling from the adrenaline, but you had to try your best to remain composed and collected.

You clapped your hands together in a way to get the attention of the students at the back of the class, your eyes landing on one with dark hair and glasses framing his eyes. You remembered your old tutor, who taught the first term of class, had talked his big praises. Lee Heeseung, was it? Your tutor showed you the profiles of each of the students to try and make sure you were up too date with their talents, specialties, etc.

Your eyes quickly gazed over the rest of the students before you made the way to the middle of the floor. You feared your voice would shake, but you thought if you faked confidence, then soon enough it would come naturally.

“Good morning, everyone. As some of you know, Professor Youngbae has retired at the ripe old age of 54 to continue his career in the directing field, and you have been assigned to me. I’m still new to the whole teaching thing so I may not be as engaging or as fun as Professor Youngbae, but feel free to stay behind class and ask me any and all questions you have about the sessions.” Your voice almost wavered at the end, but you kept your head up high and your back straight.

You were like them not too long ago, now you had to lead them. You couldn’t be weak. You just had to keep reminding yourself that.

You walk to the desk but this time you stand at it, bending down awkwardly to be able to press some buttons in your laptop to turn the screen on.

“That’s a moving desk, you know,” A male voice filled the quiet room, your eyes looking around to try to decipher who it was who spoke.

As your eyes scanned the room, the black haired boy with glasses stood from his seat and side stepped so he was in the empty space between tables. “There’s a button on it so you can stand at the desk, or you can lower it.”

You nod your head slowly, squatting to try and find the button with no luck. You didn’t even hear the footsteps of the male. Suddenly you felt someone brushing up against your side, their hand reaching across past your face to a few inches away from the corner. The man pressed a button and like magic, the desk moved upwards to allow you to present and stand at the same time, that weird wooden wall remaining in place so it didn’t cover you as your presented.

You stood carefully, the student beside you also taking this as his own hint to stand. You turn to face him, taking a step back to add some much needed space between your close proximity. “Thank you…” You began, but fell silent. You weren’t sure of his name, so you didn’t want to call a name just in case you got it wrong.

“Lee Heeseung,” The student confirmed your suspicions before he bowed his head, his glasses falling down his nose. He lifted his head, then walked back to his desk.

“Thank you, Heeseung,” You thanked him again before you decided it time to get on with your lesson.

***

You came to the end of the lecture with much success, the students seemingly loving the lesson and the way you taught. You had never seen students so engaged in another tutor’s lessons before, and your heart swelled with pride at the thought.

You pressed the button to lower your desk and sat on your chair, your knees aching from standing and walking around for so long, but you still felt a thrill inside of your chest with the need and excitement to do it all again the following days to come.

You watched and waved at students as they left the room, some offering you warm smiles and others even offering words of encouragement to try to ensure you knew just how fun you made their class, and now the rest of their studies going forward.

Next to none of the students decided to stay behind, which made you feel a sense of accomplishment. You had made a lesson not only fun, but easy for them to understand and not need to throw you a million questions; which was an unspoken fear you had the last few weeks as you address, and readdressed your lesson plan.

You closed your laptop and placed it under your arm. You only had the one class for now, but as the next term kicked in after your teaching test term, you had no doubts you’d have many classes to teach and plan for.

You turned to face the door of the classroom, only to find it closed with Lee Heeseung leaning on the edge of the desk closest to the door. His head was tilted back, his eyes scanning the ceiling as if he was counting the tiles to better occupy his time.

You raised an eyebrow, but walked towards him regardless and offered him a smile as you came to stand before him. Heeseung noticed you from the corner of his eye and finally looked down from the ceiling. His eyes looked you up and down, and you couldn’t help but feel as if there was something hidden behind his gaze. Self-conscious, you moved your laptop to cover your body.

“Heeseung, how can I help you?” You asked in a cheery voice, the smile never once leaving your face.

Heeseung remained leaning against the edge of the desk, but looked at you over the top of the glasses the sat halfway down his nose. “You’re probably the youngest tutor in this whole campus,” He noted, to which you thought for a moment, then nodded your head in agreement.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” You forced out a laugh. “I just graduated and Professor Youngbae said I would be a great replacement, so I decided why not try out for the job.”

Heeseung nodded his head, then lifted his head to a normal height for himself. He hummed. “You’re also the hottest tutor,” His voice was casual and calm, as casual as asking for a pen. But your skin instantly tinted pink and burned.

You choked on oxygen, using your free hand to slap at your chest to try and dislodge the air-blockage in your throat. “Why, thank you. But I think that’s a bit inappropriate to be telling me, don’t you?”

Heeseung pushed himself off the desk so his body was close to yours, looking down at you. He was so close you could smell his cologne. It was intimidating, but you decided not to take a step back. Maybe he was testing you.

“I only called you hot. We’re both of legal age, so I don’t see why there should be an issue if I find you hot,” Heeseung almost sounded as if he was defending himself, but he kept his voice calm and collected at the same time.

“I’m your tutor, there are just some boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed,” Your voice was low, quiet. You took the first move to leave, yanking the door open a little too aggressively before you walked out of the classroom and away from Heeseung.

Heeseung followed after you, but remained in the hallway by the classroom. He watched you walk away, smirking to himself. He was going to find a way to make you his for the night. He was Lee Heeseung, after all. He slept with every hot student and faculty member in that campus that he could get his hands on. You were trying to make it a bit of a challenge for him, but he knew you would fall into his traps at some point.

***

You arrived at your class bright and early, hair neatly brushed out of your face and a new casual suit was your fit for the day in an attempt to appear professional, but also friendly at the same time.

Heeseung was the first student at class, eyes wide and pen in hand ready to learn everything he possibly could from you. He sometimes stayed after class to drop in some questions after the sessions ended, and you didn’t fail to notice the longing looks he gave you from across the classroom.

Heeseung thew his hand up at every question you asked the students, and his hand rushed to note down every word you said. He was trying a little too hard, and you soon became suspicious of him. Sometimes, he even dared to brush his fingertips over your skin when you were in close proximity to him. His desk mate seemed to smirk every time you were anywhere within a metre space of Heeseung’s presence.

But the last few days, you had noticed that Lee Heeseung had been missing from your classes. You almost felt your excitement get snuffed out at the lack of his presence, but you chose to ignore the feeling. You were a professional, and having some form of feelings for a student was wrong. You couldn’t favour or enjoy another student’s presence more than others. That would be unethical, right?

It was early in the morning, you were tasked with an early session as your classroom was scheduled to have maintenance during your usual class time. Surprisingly, your students all agreed to come in earlier. You didn’t know, but they were all beyond happy to attend your classes regardless of the time.

You stood at the counter, watching the coffee pour out of the nozzle into your flask. You sighed softly, using your right hand to push your hair out of your face. You were exhausted, to say the least. Your friends enjoyed a good night out the prior night, and you were begged by them to go along. Now you were regretting staying out until 2 am, surviving on three hours sleep and endless amounts of coffee from the staff lounge.

You picked up your flask when you heard three beeps to signal the coffee was ready, then discarded the pod so the machine was ready for the next person to use.

You walked to your class and took in a breath through your nose before you enter your classroom. You expected it to be empty, another half hour until your class was to begin. But you stopped at the door, your eyes going wide as you noticed Lee Heeseung sat at your desk, his legs spread wide and his eyes staring right at you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, the image of him before you making you feel intimidated. You kept your head high as you entered the room. You stopped before him, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, you’re in my seat.” You even crossed your arms over your chest, trying to appear as intimidating and annoyed but you doubted it had any effect over the male.

“I know,” He replied casually, daring to lean back in the chair. He looked up at you, his eyes daring to snake down your body before his lips turned up into a ghost of a sideways-smirk.

You felt humiliation and some form of anger fluttered in your chest. You had a feeling the student before you either hated you, or was determined to test you within an inch of your abilities just because you were the new, young teacher.

You stepped closer and raised an eyebrow, trying to appear confident but the sweat forming on your palms told yourself otherwise. “Please go to your own seat,” You spoke, begging your voice to not shake and waver your authority over him.

The man before you stood from your seat and made sure as he walked past you, his body was as close to yours as he could get away with despite there being more than enough space for him to pass around you. You let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding, then shook your head. You placed your flask down carefully, scared you’d drop it if you held it for much longer.

You made your way to your desk and gently sat down, crossing one leg over the other. You placed your laptop on top of the desk and looked over your laptop screen to steal a glance in Heeseung’s director. He was staring right at you, so you rushed to look down, acting as if you were looking at the top of your screen and not over it.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” His voice filled the room after several moments of silence, scaring you from the sudden noise and causing you to jump and hit your flask, which in turn ended up coating your brand new white shirt.

“Shit!” You stand quickly, trying to pull your shirt from the skin as the heat burned. You didn’t hear the scrape of the chair before the man rushed to your side, a handful of tissues in his grip. You didn’t even think about what was happening, allowing him to try to soak up some of the hot liquid with the tissues. The stain remained, but the shirt was slowly becoming dryer.

When you realised your student was abnormally and uncomfortably close to you, you stepped back and rushed out a jumble of what was meant to be a thank you before you grabbed your jacket and went to make a move to run to the bathrooms.

Heeseung grabbed the back of your bag to stop you from escaping. You stopped in your tracks and watched as he slipped off his green jumper and held it out to you, leaving him in only a white t-shirt. You didn’t carry spare clothes for potential accidents, and at that moment you were desperate so you grabbed his jumper with a smile, then ran off to the bathroom.

***

“So don’t forget, your characters need to make the audience feel something and sympathise with them within the first five minutes at least, or else the audience will be turning their screens off,” You finished as you got to the end of your PowerPoint.

“Does anyone have any questions?” You asked, going to tuck a piece of hair behind your hair but then cringing at the realisation your hair, a wet coffee stained mess, was tied back.

“Whose jumper is that, Professor Y/N?” One of your best and friendliest students asked. She looked you up and down, and then wiggled her eyebrows. “It’s so big on you and my boyfriend has the exact same one, so I know it’s a man’s jumper.”

You wave your hand dismissively and force a laugh. Your cheeks were stained red in betrayal, and your mouth rejected the words your student suggested. “This is just a jumper I bought because it looked comfortable, it’s not a jumper of a boyfriend or anything. I like the baggy style of clothing,” You tried to defend yourself, but no one was falling for it.

The rightful owner smirked from his seat, his eyes avoiding you but a sense of pride and ownership came over him. In some sick twisted way, he was wanted to express the jumper was his and claim you as his own, but he knew now was not the time and it was unlikely he would get away with it without you shouting at him.

Your students settled down and chose to quit the questions about your love life when they soon realised you were going to remain tight lipped about the subject, but ever so slightly, for just a brief moment, your eyes glanced in Heeseung’s direction during the duration of the questions.

Your heart deflated when you noticed him talking to someone else, not so much as a care in the world. It was wrong to feel that way about a student, you knew that. But you couldn’t help it. He was, after all, the golden student—and dare you say it, your favourite student.

***

“Oh, come on,” Your friend whined as she draped her body over yours when she threw herself down on your sofa. “It’s just one night out, we used to love going to costume parties. Please say yes, I’ll never ask you to buy the wine on our Friday nights ever again!” Your friend rushed to kneel by your side, her eyes wide and her lips turned down in a sad, yet begging emotion. She even added the rubbing of her hands in a praying position.

She always knew exactly how to wrap you around her finger and get you to accept her pleas with next to no effort.

You stared at her for several long seconds before you threw your head back and groaned with defeat. “Fine, yes, I’ll fucking go. But you’re making all the effort and choosing the outfits. I’m just going to be getting dressed and turning up. Nothing more, nothing less.

Your friend smiled wide and nodded her head, already scheming all the ways she can dress you hot, and finally find you a good lay for the night.

“You won’t regret it, I promise. I’m going to make us look so hot–” You zoned out while she spoke, looking down at the green jumper you wore. You had better get it cleaned and hand it back to Heeseung…

***

You stood in front of the mirror in a small white dress, white stockings, white heels, and feathery angel wings for decoration with a halo on top of your head to complete the look. Your hair was left in waves and your makeup was gentle, yet sultry.

“Damn girl, you look hot,” You friend jokingly landed a spank on your ass before she came to stand beside you in an almost matching outfit, but everything in red and black with torn wings and horns replacing the halo.

“As do you,” You grinned at your friend before you sucked in a breath. Sure, some weeks ago you had complained endlessly about going out to some event which would likely be filled with those younger than you, but you needed a fun night out after the week you’d been having.

One of the older male faculty members had overheard your students singing your praises, even deeming you their favourite out of all the tutors. He didn’t take too kindly to that as he had been teaching them from the start, but you? You were new. Unknown. The tutor decided to make your life hell, making you do all the things a teach assistant would do. He made you get him coffee every morning, print his paper packs out, and he even made you get him lunch.

You had failed to see Heeseung the whole week, and had still yet to give him his jumper back. You were busy in work with your own classes, you didn’t have time to be running after a student and a faculty member harbouring bad feelings.

Tonight was the night you were going to forget about it all, if at least just for a few hours.

Your friend grabbed your bag and held it over her shoulder while the pair of you walked out of your apartment, then outside the building. The walk wasn’t too far to get to the venue for the costume party from where you lived, and as you made your way, you could already hear the thumping music.

You weren’t used to wearing heels anymore, so you kept almost stumbling but you chose to ignore the ache in your ankles and toes and kept walking right through the crowd of people scattered around in costumes and walked right into the venue, not even noticing you lost your friend in the crowd of people on the way.

The music was loud, addicting. It pulled your body to the dance floor, and that was where you spent most of the night. Some men bought you drinks and shoved them in your hands to consume, and while you should have been more resilient and not be so willing to accept drinks from strangers, you needed a release from stress and could care less about your safety. Surely no one would do anything back to you in a crowd of people?

You felt hands snake around your waist and huffed for what felt like the millionth time that night, about to turn and push the person away, but before you could turn in their arms you felt a breath of air against your neck and heard a familiar voice say in your ear, “Well, who would have expected to have seen here here, Professor Y/N.”

You felt heat rise up your neck and cheeks and moved your hands to place on top of his, trying to remove his hands from your sides with no luck. He was much, much more sober than yourself and so was stronger.

“Heeseung, what are you doing here?” You asked, managing to squeeze a way to turn around in his arms to face him. You ignored the close proximity, your faces close to one another.

“I’m partying with my friends, duh,” He replied with a cocked eyebrow and his famous side smirk that had you in a secret chokehold.

You noticed he was in a racer costume, his hair gelled back. You didn’t know what came over you, but one of your hands grabbed his cheeks and pushed them together so his lips smushed together. “You haven’t come to class in a while, I haven’t been able to give you your jumper back.”

Heeseung smiled and managed to get out, “You can keep it, it looks better on you.”

You rolled your eyes before your hand dropped to lazily wrap around his neck, not noticing how both your bodies swayed together in time with the music. “Everyone will get the wrong idea about us.”

“The only wrong idea about us is that my cock hasn’t been in your pretty little pussy yet,” He words were lewd, and you felt your stomach turn at them. Your eyes went wide, your lips parting slightly. The expression on your face said, ‘yes please’, but your lips held firm in rejection.

“I’m your teacher, I can’t have sex with you,” You were firm at the idea, but you made no effort to push his hands off your body as his one hand reached for your ass with a rough squeeze. “Plus… I don’t do those things anymore. It’s been… It’s been a while,” Your words trail off, only making Heeseung smirk more.

“All the more reason to let me fuck you senseless. I heard you’ve been stressed in class the last week. I can’t think of a better stress reliever than having you bouncing on some good dick. Don’t you agree?” Heeseung tried to tempt you again, his hands daring to move from your ass to between your thighs, pushing upwards under your skirt despite the crowd of people surrounding you.

You close your eyes and hum at the feeling, your body begging for the touch of a man. You go to reject his offer once again, but the alcohol and need for sex was begging for you to give in and allow Heeseung to have his way with you. Hard. So you opened your eyes and nodded your head eagerly. You grabbed his hand from between your legs. “Let’s go. If we don’t leave now, then this will never happen.”

Heeseung nodded his head quickly, his brain going numb with your words. He didn’t expect you to say yes so easily, but he did use the stress card against you. Maybe that was mean of him. You seemed very stressed lately. But the thought of helping you destress made his cock twitch. He was going to make sure you had a chance to destress, even if it took all night.

You dragged Heeseung pretty much all the way to apartment, but he could walk faster than you due to his longer legs and the fact you wore heels. He was right on your tail, his lips trailing along your shoulder and neck while his mouth spoke filthy words.

You got to the lobby area of your hotel and stumbled in your feels as you tried to practically run to the elevator. Heeseung thought that was a cute move, but resisted the urge to laugh. He smirked slightly to himself, then allowed you to grab his shirt and pull him inside the elevator.

Due to no one else stepping inside, Heeseung pushed you against the elevator wall and pressed his lips to yours for the first time. The kiss wasn’t as sloppy as he expected. He was gentle with the pressure he applied, and you reciprocated with the same. You parted your lips into the kiss, allowing his tongue access into your mouth but the elevator made a ding noise, signalling the door were to open soon.

You pulled your mouth off of his but still remained close, you arms around his body was you watched the doors. The floor was yours, and no one else was waiting to get on. You went back to dragging Heeseung along by his shirt, pulling him through the hallway to your door before you began typing to code into your handle.

As you focused your attention off him, Heeseung’s lips attached to your neck while his hands ran up and down your sides in feather-light touches. He wanted, no, needed you. And you would never admit it, but you needed him too.

You rushed to type your code in the door, then pushed it open. You used your back to keep it propped open before you grabbed his shirt and pulled him to crash your lips together, then you pulled him backwards inside your apartment. The door shut behind you both with a soft click, and the automatic lights illuminated the way down the hallway to your bedroom.

You reached behind you to push the door open and almost fall at the action to which Heeseung laughs against your lips. You go to scold him for not caring if you fell, but as you opened your mouth he pushed his tongue inside to gently massage it against your own. You never liked the idea of that type of kissing before, but with Heeseung, it was as if your body had a mind of its own.

Heeseung grabbed the halo sat on top of your head and pulled back from the kiss just enough to smirk at it and tut. “You won’t be needing this anymore after all the ways I’m about to corrupt you.”

You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone and grabs his jaw with your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Who’s to say all angels are good?”

Heeseung smiled at your response and pressed a single kiss to your lips before he bent down and wrapped his arms around our thighs, picking you up just enough to throw you backwards onto your bed.

He instantly leant down on top of you, his hands holding onto your thighs as he pressed his crotch tight against your own. You could feel his bulge through the thin material of your panties and moaned with need.

Heeseung gave a teasing thrust against you, smirking at your moan again. “God, you sound so beautiful.” He gently rubbed his thumb over your lower lip before his crashed his lips back to yours, kissing sloppily before he kept grinding against you.

You pushed his shoulders and whined, “Please stop teasing, I need you.”

Heeseung smirked as he watched your face as you tried not to squirm under him. His hands moved from your thighs upwards and reached your panties. He raised an eyebrow as his fingertips felt the material. “Lace? Never took you for a lace panties kind of woman.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed nonetheless, lifting your helps to allow him to pull them down. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Lee Heeseung.”

Heeseung lent down, his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke next. “Well then it’s time you taught me, don’t you think?”