PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

36| Deep inside

1 pm

"Thank you, the class is dismissed." Mister jeon finally gives us a time to take a damn break, my hands aching because of his lectures and too many points to note. I don't want to even see my handwriting, i know it's going to be ugly.

I close my book, glancing up at my teacher who also takes a break, sitting down while grabbing the bottle of icy water to take a sip from it, he attempts to be discreet but i feel the glance he gives to me.

He's been too distracted in today's class, for what reason, only we're both aware of.

"Have you decided if you're coming for the camp?" Lewis whispers from his bench, so i turn back and look at him, "yeah. I thought on it a lot, and decided to come along."

He stops bouncing his legs and smiles, "sure. Coming along with not only me, but someone else also."

And he's back with his teasing. "You're an idiot." I spit this at him, feeling flustered like a dumb girl, i turn back around but get surprised to see mister jeon walking towards everyone's bench to check their books. I lean forward and elbow the table, cupping my face and waiting patiently for him to come to me.

"Miss misaki," the sweet voice calls out my surname, i lift my head and gaze at him from close, a cheesy smile creeps up on my face but i conceal it anyways. "Have you finished your work?"

I use my head to express the answer, moving it up and down gently as his gaze is steady and fixed at me, this one which is different and a lot darker and deeper since two days back. "Show me," mister jeon has a hard time controlling his affected behaviour, he steps back but bends down to keep an arm behind me, and he holds the head of the chair i am sitting on.

My body heating rapidly under the masculine cologne spreading around me, i grab my notebook and open it to the pages i wrote for today, and i turn my head to him, staring at him from closer than what would be called respectful.

He looks down at the book, and hums, raising his arm to turn the pages and check as well. "One question is missing." He almost whispers, but the air leaving his body from his mouth fans me and once he turns his head towards me as well, his arm brushes past my back, i glance down at his lips briefly before staring up at his eyes quickly.

This is so hard to resist the urge to make one with our lips, i cannot be so weak, hell no.

His robust body seeming to have a similar reaction, he heavily gazes at my lips from this close view and a gulp slips down his throat i want to have my lips on.

He moves back and straightens up in a second, i grip the seat of the chair with both my hands, tightly, pretending as if i don't know why he's having a boner right now. "I want it complete by tomorrow, or you'll be in my office after classes tomorrow, alright?"

I nod, letting my head fall down low and not let the students around me wonder why i am red, and why our teacher's ears are burning up while his pants are tightened.

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The students all walking out of the class, i purposefully be a sloth and do my things slowly, taking as much time as i want. "Bye, have a good day." This one zipping up his hoodie, grins, glancing at the teacher working on his laptop, and then looking at me with a suspicious look.

I smile at lewis, and he winks at me before walking off outside the classroom.

My eyes unsteady as i keep shifting my gaze from the only man here to the door, i jerk my head up at the sound of the door being locked, to some great pleasure of mine.

I zip my bag, feeling mister jeon walk here to me while my heartbeat is slowly accelerating the more clear i can smell his scent. "Do you do it purposefully, huh?"

I incline my head up at him but he doesn't even wait and he grabs my wrists to drag me to the corner of the classroom.

"Do what?" I question, my body sticking to the back of the cold wall as mister jeon gazes down at me, his eyes darker and gleamier than how it always is, this is one gaze i know well.

"Do you want me to show it to you, what you do?" A rough whisper leaves his lips but he steps further, towering me miserably with his tough body, i oblige myself to not glance down, or grin. "This?" I point down at him, feeling playful and i giggle up at him as he only gazes at me with a tight jaw, and heavy breaths hastening his lungs. "Yeah," he replies like i didn't expect him to.

His body taking a long step further, i sink back into the wall but try to look in his bedroom eyes. "Mister jeon...."

I lose this game of one as he crushes my body by pushing forth his own excited and metallic one, my abdomen colliding with his crotch and i jerk my head to the right, my veins rushing with heated amount of blood cells bursting with the arousal i feel developing inside me. "Do you feel it, baby?"

His hot murmur against my blushing cheekbone causes a delight in me as i nod, i subconsciously bring both my hands up to place my palms on his shoulder, and one hand sneaks to his nape.

Mister jeon cups my waist with a hand, the sexual turn-on being hard for him to endure. I don't even know how, why this happened, whatever is happening.

My knees wobbly, my lips aching for a touch of his, i whine like a wimp once he thrusts forth with his hips, crashing his lower body onto mine.

His large free hand moving up to my throat, he presses on the sides with some tightness, causing me to hitch on my unstable breathes, i gulp down and stare at him in the face which is sharper and red. "Shit," he chuckles, "i'm sorry." Mister jeon stops fondling with my hip which i liked a lot, and he moves back, both of us being a red and hot mess now.

Mister jeon licks his lips, glancing down at my chest. "I'm sorry sweetheart."

He apologizes when it's not even needed, i wanted him to continue crushing my skin. "It's just....i..." He laughs, "you always make me go crazy, i fucking feel out of control."

His hot veiny hand cupping a side of my face, he grazes his thumb over the area under my eye softly before shifting his finger down to my lower lip, and i smile at him, raising my eyes.

I peck his lips and move back, not using any words to send him signals of what i wanna do to him. He keeps rubbing my skin with his thumb but once he brings it near the slit of my lips again, i part my lips and bite on his finger softly.

With a glance in my eyes, his lips curve into an amused soft smirk, he licks his lips and lets me wet his skin with my saliva. I put my hands behind my back but gulp, shameless enough to take glimpses of him and arouse him more.

I don't care much, i'm craving for a drop of his taste, it's been hard to keep this into my head for so long. Mister jeon pulls back his hand, he exhales.

I lift my head, wiping my lips with my hand. I gaze at him as he steps back to put his hands into the pockets of his grey jeans, i unintentionally take a peek at his boner which is hard as ever.

"Do you want that down your throat?"

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