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Hoseok walks into the class with no idea who Prof Yoongi is, since he doesn't take any courses in this department. Judging by the low voice on the call, he’s expecting an older professor. Maybe even a beta; it is a common sub gender for teachers after all.
But he’s in for a shock when he walks into the lecture hall and finds out that his initial hypothesis is completely misplaced. In fact, Min Yoongi is not only an alpha but a rather young and incredibly attractive one too.
For a few minutes, Hoseok wanders about the place, double-checking the room number in case he’s in the wrong place. But after walking to and fro for the umpteenth time, he finally gives in to his fate and walks in. The door creaks open and Yoongi looks up from his book. He’s seated behind his desk, lips drawn into a thin expressionless line.
“Hi Prof,” Hoseok stutters out. Is that a squeak? How embarrassing. “I’m Jung Hoseok. We talked about the modelling job—”
“Ah, yes.” Yoongi waves Hoseok in, nodding his head in acknowledgement. Hoseok nearly stumbles over on his way, bowing his head repeatedly as he mutters a high pitched apology. He’s not usually this clumsy, but he feels taken off guard today. He pulls himself together and takes a seat across Yoongi.
"Is this your first time doing something like this, Hoseok-ssi?" Yoongi's face is expressionless when he speaks. He's scanning every inch of Hoseok's body, top to bottom, from his flushed neck to his lap to his rainbow sneakers. "You seem incredibly nervous."
Hoseok wants to say yes , duh, of course, he's nervous. He's absolutely mortified . There was a little comfort before when he was still thinking that Yoongi would be someone less appealing. But here he is, pale milky skin, pink lips, and a deliciously confident aura that makes desire bubble in Hoseok’s stomach. An alpha . At the moment, Hoseok feels on edge, a deafening buzz thrumming under his skin, all because of Yoongi.
"I'm fine, Prof."
He's lying.
"Alright, if you say so." Yoongi throws his hands in the air and puts aside his textbook. "The first lesson is just omega anatomy so I'll simply be displaying your— features ." Yoongi clears his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Hoseok can't help but notice how big and broad his hands are, thick blue veins mapping pale skin, rough and long calloused fingers— Snap out of it, Hoseok! You have a job to do here!
"Cool," Hoseok manages to croak out in reply. "I, uh— Alright. Got it, Prof!"
Yoongi quirks an eyebrow at that, before nodding his head nonchalantly. "You can get undressed any second now," he points towards Hoseok, waving his hand in a swooping gesture.
Pulse quickening to a mad pace, Hoseok turns around and peels his clothes off, fingers trembling as they fumble with his buttons. There's a rustling sound in the background and he hears footsteps coming to a pause right behind him. A soft gasp leaves his lips when Yoongi slips a thin white robe across his shoulders.
"Wear this until I start the demonstration." Yoongi pats Hoseok's shoulder gently and it takes the omega all his willpower to not shiver at the contact. Pulling himself together, Hoseok does as told. The robe is thin and he feels cold in the air-conditioned room, pulling his legs together and hugging his knees to his chest so that he doesn’t shiver subconsciously.
It's jarring sitting on a stool with the flimsy robe hanging off his shoulders as he waits for the students to arrive. Hoseok keeps sneaking a glance at Yoongi, trying to read the title of the textbook he's now completely immersed in. But it's hard for Hoseok to concentrate on anything other than Yoongi’s long fingers as they slowly flip through the pages. Hoseok gulps, thinking about how intimately he's going to be touched by those very fingers in a few minutes.
He's broken out of his thoughts when the door swings open and closed as a dozen students walk in, their chatter dying down almost instantly when they note Yoongi’s presence. They quietly take their seats, eyes flitting from Yoongi to Hoseok, before settling on taking their notes and laptops out. The hall is filled with pin-drop silence, a stark contrast from the classes Hoseok attends. It’s because everyone is intimidated by Yoongi. For some reason, Hoseok finds the Prof's quietly domineering aura to be even more attractive than his broad hands.
"Let's begin." Yoongi murmurs once the roll call is over, closing his book loud enough for the sound to echo in the air-conditioned lecture hall.
Hoseok nearly jolts up in shock when Yoongi walks towards him, the textbook now discarded on the table. He rolls his sleeves up, revealing thick arms, veins mapping the expanse of his pale skin, blue. It's distracting, almost distracting enough for Hoseok to forget his current situation.
"Come on up," Yoongi's voice is low, gravelly, there's a distinct tone to it that wasn't present while he was giving Hoseok his briefing.
Hoseok gulps, his pulse racing as Yoongi ushers him forward and presses him against his desk. Yoongi stands beside him so that they’re pressed side to side. There's goosebumps spreading from the points where they touch, causing a wicked heat to pool in Hoseok's stomach.
"In today's lecture on Sub Gender Studies, we're going to go through the basics of an omega's anatomy." Yoongi's voice is low but loud, sexy somehow and it causes the hair on Hoseok's nape to stand up in attention.
"Meet Hoseok." Yoongi gestures nonchalantly at Hoseok and thus breaks him out of his thoughts. "He's volunteered to help me demonstrate some very basic things you should know about omegas."
There are a few murmurs in the back of the class. Hoseok gulps, trying not to shrink under the focused gaze of a dozen alphas. He squirms where he stands but immediately regrets his actions when Yoongi presses against his side with the purpose of trying to put him at ease. Not that it works in the slightest, Yoongi’s proximity sets him on edge.
"Who wants to tell me what's the first thing you notice about our little omega here? What about him stands out the most?"
A couple of hands pop up, eager to answer right off the bat. Prof Yoongi chuckles, tapping his chin and scanning across the room before he points at a particular alpha in the back.
"Alright, Jimin-ssi?"
The alpha smiles enthusiastically, clapping his hands and humming before he answers. "The first thing I noticed is how pretty he is."
Hoseok feels a blush spread across his cheeks, embarrassment seeping into his pores.
"Hmm," Yoongi nods his head, wiping his nose with the back of his palm. "You're correct, I suppose. Omegas possess features that an alpha, such as yourself, is biologically tuned to find attractive."
Yoongi turns around and reaches out to tap Hoseok's shoulder, making him gasp out loud. The sudden contact causes Hoseok's eyes to bulge out, mouth pulled into an oh of shock, as Yoongi slowly but firmly peels his robe off his shoulders. Yoongi's fingers are cold against Hoseok's overheated skin, but he can't help but think about how good it feels.
The robe falls off and pools on the floor, a thin and flimsy mess, leaving Hoseok completely naked save for his boxers. He looks around shyly, tongue dry when he realises that he’s standing before a class full of alphas, all eyes on him.
"Relax," Yoongi says, voice a low purr, eliciting slight shivers across Hoseok's frame. “Don’t be so tense, Hoseok-ssi.”
It's easier said than done. Especially when Yoongi trails his hands down Hoseok's sides, long fingers feathering against Hoseok's skin and burning trails in their wake.
"An omega's body is delicate and—" Yoongi stops, fingers hovering against Hoseok's stomach. "Soft."
Hoseok feels a lump in his throat. He blinks rapidly and counts to a hundred in his head. Of all the things he'd expected from today, he never would've thought he'd feel this excited . The blood in his veins runs south, setting his skin ablaze in the process.
"There are a few things they have in common with us alphas, though." Yoongi trails his hand up, gently tucking Hoseok's head to the side and revealing his bare neck. He rubs his finger against the small protruded patch of skin he finds there, slow maddening circles.
Hoseok swallows harshly, eyes screwed shut as he loses himself to the feeling of Yoongi's fingers gently rubbing into his scent gland, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing. A thick oily film coats Yoongi's fingers, making him pull back to sniff it.
"What's he smell like?"
Hoseok's gaze is hazy when he turns around to see who's spoken up. He can barely register the speaker's face before Yoongi bends down and presses his nose against Hoseok's scent gland, mouth pressing against the column of his neck as he inhales.
"All omegas smell sweet." Yoongi sighs, nuzzling into Hoseok's neck, making him wonder if this is necessary. "Of course, there are exceptions to that rule. But this one—" Yoongi hums, breath fanning over Hoseok's skin, making him grind his teeth together in agony.
"This one—" Yoongi clears his throat before continuing, "This one smells extra sweet— ripe, like a peach."
A broken whimper echoes through the hall and Hoseok is horrified to recognise the wanton sound as his own. As if in response, he feels Yoongi’s breath hitch against his skin, a fresh shiver running through him at the feeling. A thin film of oil starts to slowly secrete from his scent gland, spilling onto Yoongi's pink lips. Hoseok gasps, looking down to see Yoongi lap it up in one fell swoop. It’s fucking erotic when Yoongi nips at the rough patch of skin, laving his tongue at it gently.
“Oh God, that’s so hot.”
“Wonder what he tastes like. The same as his scent? Prof said he smells like peaches before, right?”
The chatter of the students forces Hoseok to turn around. He peels his eyes open only to realise that he had subconsciously closed them when Yoongi started scenting him. Hoseok's eyes widen at the sudden realisation.
Oh God, Prof Yoongi Yoongi is scenting him!
“Prof?” Hoseok squeaks out, hands pushing weakly against Yoongi’s chest.
Yoongi’s eyes are clouded, pupils so dilated they’re almost pitch black. He pulls back, swallows his spit and licks his lips clean of Hoseok’s scent. It’s hot, everything is so fucking hot and Hoseok doesn’t know how he’s going to make it.
“Sorry about that,” Yoongi whispers, pulling back almost reluctantly. He coughs briefly, before turning to the class. “As you just saw, and as some of you already know from experience, an omega’s scent is overwhelming to alphas, it’s easy to lose yourself and become intoxicated.”
A few ‘ooh’ s and ‘aah’ s erupt from the class, some snarky chuckles and even a wolf whistle from the back.
“Behave yourself.” Yoongi snaps and suddenly, everything dies down into a deafening silence.
"Let's continue," Yoongi says, turning back to Hoseok.
He’s not making eye contact. But he doesn’t have to. There’s no way Hoseok can face him when he feels the way he does, skin inflamed, groin twisted into lustful coils. He doesn’t want to continue, but there’s no way he can back out now.
Before Hoseok can even give himself a mental pep talk, Yoongi’s back to feeling him up, hands digging into his hips as he slowly pushes him back onto the desk. Hoseok’s eyes widen in surprise, scrambling so he doesn’t fall off the wooden surface, scurrying to grab onto Yoongi’s back so that he doesn’t lose his balance.
"But omegas are just as affected by an alpha's arousal, maybe even more so." Yoongi's voice is lower and raspier than it was before. Hoseok blinks in surprise when he's suddenly hit with the alpha's scent. Sharp and potent. Lemons. Liqueur. Hoseok feels drunk, ears pounding.
An alpha's arousal.
This alpha is aroused. Because of him . It's that coiling heat again, burning and burning in the depths of his stomach. It's dizzying, all-encompassing. Hoseok is going to go mad at this rate.
And it's all Yoongi's fault.
Yoongi's hands continue to map across Hoseok's thighs, kneading his flesh, the touch burning into his skin. Before long, his fingers nudge at Hoseok's boxers, looping the elastic before he tugs it down.
Hoseok squeals at the motion, hands splayed across Yoongi's back. He does not protest. He cannot protest. Not when Yoongi's pulling the only remaining piece of fabric that covers his body down. He doesn't yank it off completely, letting it hang nonchalantly across his knees.
There's a string of precome connecting Hoseok's small cock to the almost discarded boxers. There's also a little puddle on the desk against where he sits and a large wet patch on his boxers.
"Look how wet he is."
"So sensitive. Why doesn’t my boyfriend get that wet this fast?"
Hoseok feels himself blushing red in embarrassment, the colour spreading from his ears to his cheeks to his chest. Even more slick oozes out when he sees the awestruck and hungry gazes of the alphas in the room. The air is pungent with a mixture of their scents.
"A male omega's lower body, although having the same basic structure, is very much different from an alpha's." Yoongi continues speaking, reminding Hoseok about how he's barely an educational tool and this is supposed to be a professional environment.
However, all pretences of professionalism are thrown out the moment Yoongi wraps his large hand around Hoseok's leaking cock.
"Starting with the cock. An omega's cock is significantly smaller than an alpha's." Yoongi's rubbing the pad of his thumb along the length of Hoseok's shaft, tracing the vein, making it twitch uncontrollably. "So much smaller."
Hoseok sobs, wanting to pull back from the assault on his senses but forcing himself to take it. Yoongi presses his finger against his slit, gathering precome and rubbing it over the tip. Little jolts of pleasure spark from every flick of Yoongi's wrist and Hoseok is reduced to a drooling mess in no time, leaking from every hole at this point.
"His dick is so fucking tiny."
"It's barely bigger than a clit!"
"Wanna see him cream so bad."
Oh God, at this rate Hoseok really will cream. He's trying his best not to get carried away but his body's sensitive and he feels close.
But just at that moment, Yoongi pulls his hand away from Hoseok's cock and wipes it off on his robe. Hoseok whines, body shamelessly following Yoongi's hand. When he realises what he’s done, he slumps in place, face concerningly red as shame washes over him in a wave. It doesn't do anything to ebb his arousal though. His cock is hard as a rock, weeping as it stands against his stomach, angry and redder even than his cheeks. Tears sting at the corners of his eyes. He feels too high strung, his entire body pulled taut and on the precipice, a breath away from tipping over.
But before he can come off the high, Yoongi's hands are on him again, pulling his thighs apart. His fingers dig into Hoseok's flesh, rough and deep, hoisting his knees up and spreading them as far apart as they can go. Hoseok has to use his elbows to balance himself on the desk, panting heavily as Yoongi grabs a hold of his ass and squeezes it in his palms.
"Prof—?" Hoseok nearly chokes on his spit when Yoongi thumbs across his wet rim, tugging at the tender flesh and scraping it with his blunt nails before he displays it to the class.
Hoseok's head lolls back, a fresh wave of pleasure washing over him when Yoongi dips his finger in.
"Pay attention, class," Yoongi says. His voice sounds strained even though his finger moves like a raging fire against Hoseok's most intimate flesh. He grunts in tune to how he thrusts his finger inside Hoseok. "Who can tell me what's the biggest difference between an alpha and an omega?"
Through blurry eyes, Hoseok barely manages to catch a few raised hands. Yoongi's digging his finger into Hoseok's core, curling it and stretching his walls. He can barely stay coherent at this rate.
"Alright," Yoongi chuckles casually as if he isn't fingering an omega at that very moment. "Taehyung-ssi?"
"They produce slick," Taehyung speaks fast, words tumbling over each other with excitement. "They have a slick gland that allows them to self lubricate."
"Bingo!" Yoongi whistles and immediately enters another finger inside of Hoseok, making him choke and thrash around on the table. Yoongi's notebook topples to the floor with a thud, as does his cup holder. But Hoseok could not care less, not when Yoongi's stretching him open.
"An omega's slick gland," Yoongi rolls the syllables around in his mouth and drags them out. He stretches Hoseok's rim apart and displays it to the class. Like this, everyone can see the small nub nestled deep inside Hoseok’s walls, throbbing under Yoongi’s touch and oozing slick onto his fingers, drenching him in Hoseok's scent. Yoongi flicks it in a casual motion, chuckling when Hoseok jolts up as if he’s been electrocuted, a sob ripping out of his chest. "It's this little thing here," Yoongi says. "An omega's slick gland— It has a dual function as a pleasure organ."
A few surprised gasps resound in the class, making Hoseok wonder what these alphas are doing with their mates.
"Now, there's one more pleasure point in here," Yoongi whistles, his fingers scissoring inside of Hoseok's ass and making him whine audibly, shamelessly. "The most intense one yet."
Yoongi pulls his fingers all the way out till his nails tug at Hoseok's rim and then he thrusts them back in, eliciting a silent scream from the omega when they graze against his prostate. "Looks like I hit it." Yoongi sounds a little too smug for Hoseok's liking, but he couldn't care less, not when he's pushing his ass down on those magical fingers.
"An omega's prostate is extremely sensitive. Statistics say that the average omega can come in under a few minutes from prostate stimulation alone."
Hoseok feels like he's been stimulated for hours on end, so maybe he isn't an average omega at all.
Yoongi's still going at it, two fingers in, massaging against Hoseok's walls, stretching him out and scraping against his glands with every movement. It's a kind of divine torture and Hoseok cannot believe he's being paid for this.
"Does it feel good, Hoseok-ssi? Am I stimulating you right?"
The talk is less than sexy and should be a turnoff. But Yoongi has yaoi hands made to rock any omega's world, he could recite a mathematics equation and still have Hoseok panting on his fingers. Hoseok's about to open his slacked mouth and say something in affirmation when he's interrupted by a soft ringing sound.
Just like that, Yoongi pulls his fingers out and completely relaxes his grip on Hoseok's thigh, making him nearly topple backwards with whiplash. The beeping sound continues in the background as if it’s mocking Hoseok’s pitiful plight. A heavy sigh rips from Yoongi’s throat before he reaches for his bag that lays scattered on the desk, the edge stained with Hoseok’s slick. But he pays it no mind, taking out his phone instead and flicking at the screen. It takes a few moments before the buzzing of the alarm stops.
“That’s all for today, class.”
To be continued