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Pay Attention (M)

Pairing: Jessi x Reader

Summary: Ms. Ho comes highly recommended.

Length: 1k

A/N: This was never going to see the light of day but then you attacked me this morning so here ya go.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY YA BRAT CUTIE. I LOVE YOUUUU!!!! 😘💖😘 (soul don’t kill me pls ok ily2) Special shout out to @chanyeolspout and @admincl for helping me!!

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It was no secret you were struggling.  Everyone had their weaknesses, and clearly one of yours was not learning the Korean language.  There were just too many particles, too many homonyms that could either turn your sentence polite or lewd, too many formality levels, too many verbs that weren’t verbs but were technically verbs, just too much in general.  You were drowning in worksheets after worksheets all in an attempt to force your brain to rationalize a language you were absolutely certain you were never meant to speak.  But your best friend–whom you normally loved and adored and cherished–had convinced you to go see the tutor she’d used when she was first learning.  However, this same best friend–whom you weren’t so sure you loved anymore–conveniently forgot to tell you her tutor was the actual definition of sex on legs in any language, but especially body language.

From the way she carried herself to welcome you into her office to the way she was dressed, it was evident she was the sole owner of the room, all others be damned. She was well aware the impact of her own beauty and she emphasized it to its maximum point with her simple, yet classically refined makeup: A crisp jet black line winged out to a perfectly sharp point at the outer edge of her eyes, which were framed perfectly by her thin-rimmed glasses; her lashes were curled and amplified by a wispy set of false lashes; and her pouty, full lips were adorned with a warm shade of cherry red; her sharply filed nails were drenched in the same red painted across her lips. Her platinum locks were secured into a sleek low ponytail, the ends grazing the curve of her lower back. The icy hue of her locks were a stark contrast to her honeyed skin, which seemed to glow from within as if a river of molten amber flowed beneath the smooth surface.  Her tantalizing figure was veiled in a tasteful, yet clearly expensive patterned silk dress, the cream and gold hues further emphasizing the warmth of her bronzed skin. Her expression was assertive yet approachable as she turned to face you once more before she sat in her plush chair, wordlessly motioning for you to be seated on the black leather sofa across from her. She couldn’t have looked more professional–or more temptingly dangerous–in that moment.

She reached out a hand toward you to shake as she introduced herself, “My name is Ho Hyunju, but you can just call me Ms. Ho…or Jessi, if you’re bad.” She tossed you a wink as her plump lips stretched wide into a grin.  All the blood in your body drained out of you before rushing to the pit of your belly to warm the embers of desire lowly burning in you..  “Customarily, this would be the time you introduce yourself, you know,” she teased, her upturned almond eyes peering curiously at you over the rims of her glasses.  You almost choked.  There was absolutely no way you were going to make it out of this alive, not if she kept looking at you like this.

“Um, my name is–”

“No, no,” she stopped you, slightly shaking her head.  “I’m the only one allowed to speak in English.  Let’s try this again, shall we?  I have to hear you speak Korean in order for me to help you.  Come on, don’t be shy; introduce yourself.”  

You nodded your head. Okay, you thought as you took a deep breath, you can do this.  You’ve done this a hundred times before.  Just stick to the basics and you’ll be good…Yep, you’ll be a good girl– You shook your head rapidly to derail that dangerous train of thought.  You absolutely could not under any circumstances go down that road right now.  So before your mind could spiral out of control, you quickly began by greeting her with a standard ‘hello’.  She smiled at you and nodded for you to continue, wordlessly encouraging you to do your best.

And you would have, had your eyes not strayed all over her lean and lithe figure, which was reclined regally in her chair as she regarded your trembling hands fumbling in your lap as you stumbled through the simple self-introduction.  Once you finished, she hummed thoughtfully and adjusted her glasses.  “Hmm, your pronunciation is relatively good and you seem to have a solid grasp on the grammar structure.  I believe your problem lies not with your memory, as your friend suggested, but rather your confidence in speaking.”  Ms. Ho plucked a large textbook from the stack precariously perched on the end table near her as she assured, “Don’t worry: I’m very good at what I do so I’ll help you build your confidence step by step.” She flicked through the pages for a moment, seemingly searching for the right exercise for you to practice before she spoke again.  “I must warn you now.  My methods can be a bit…unconventional, but they are effective.” She flicked her eyes up at you, the chocolaty orbs smoldering darkly (or maybe that was just your rampant imagination), as she explained, “I operate on a rewards system, of sorts.  For everything you do to my liking today, you get rewarded.  Is that alright with you?”

“Y-yes, Ms. Ho,” you breathily rushed.

She beamed at you, “Good.”  She crossed her shapely legs (not that you had been staring at them or anything, just a casual observance honestly) and tucked her hips back so her upper body was angled slightly toward you.   “Repeat after me,” Ms. Ho instructed as she brought a hand up to the topmost button of her silk blouse.  You swallowed thickly, your mouth suddenly dry as you watched her fingers gracefully flick open the button, the barest glimpse of skin at the base of her neck already driving you wild.  “I…” she began slowly. You repeated the word shakily and shifted in your seat as you struggled to keep your eyes from following the descent of her fingers to the next button. “…will…” Another button undone revealed the smooth skin of her chest just above the tops of her ample breasts, which could just barely be seen now.  “…obey.”  

You choked a little as you slammed your thighs shut and pressed them hard together, a breathy gasp slipping from your lips.  Ms. Ho paused her fingers and arched a brow, fierce eyes locked dead onto yours.  “That’s not what I said, baby girl,” she tsked with disdain.  With a sigh, she lifted the heavy grammar book off her lap and shifted forward in her chair to place a palm on the insides of each of your knees.  “How do you expect to pass a test,” she purred as she pushed your legs apart, “if you can’t follow the simplest of instructions?”  Your mouth fell open in an attempt to rattle off excuse after excuse, none of which she even wanted to hear.  Instead, she placed a slender finger to her lips to silence you before she slid the book onto the edge of the sofa between your parted legs.  She flipped it open to an earmarked page and adjusted it until the edges of the front and back covers were rested snugly between your thighs.  She pointed to the lengthiest passage and informed you, “For every sentence you recite perfectly–no stumbles, stutters, or accent slips–I’ll reward you.”  Ms. Ho smirked as she sat back, “Think you can do that for me, baby girl?”

–Admin Lily

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