Forbidden Lecture

chapter 19

"Tell me," he said, his voice a seductive growl. "Tell me you want me to keep going."

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back a whimper. "No," she managed to choke out, pushing against him with renewed strength. But Jungkook grip was like a vice, his fingers relentlessly worked her, drawing moans she didn't want to give him.

"Lie to yourself all you want," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "But your body doesn't lie." His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in harsh circles as he continued to pump into her. "You're going to come for me, baby."

Y/N  eyes filled with tears as she felt the beginnings of an unwanted climax building. "Stop," she begged, her voice breaking. "I hate you."

Jungkook smile grew wider, more twisted. "Good," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Hate me all you want, as long as you're mine." He leaned in, capturing her mouth again in a bruising kiss as his fingers moved faster and faster.

Y/N body trembled, torn between the fear and the unwelcome pleasure that was starting to consume her. She tried to keep her legs shut, but Jungkook was too powerful, pushing them open wider. He watched her face, his eyes dark with triumph as he felt her wetness soaking his fingers.

With each thrust of his hand, Jungkook grip on her wrists tightened, leaving red marks on her skin. He knew she was close, and the thought of her giving in to him was driving him wild. He bit her lip, pulling away just enough to watch her face contort with the effort to hold back.

"Come for me," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Show me how much you hate me."

Y/N eyes squeezed shut as she felt the orgasm build, her body betraying her. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out, but a low moan escaped her anyway. Jungkook  eyes gleamed with victory.

Her muscles clenched around his fingers, her whole body tightening in an agonizing mix of pleasure and humiliation. Jungkook watched her closely, savoring every second of her unwilling surrender. When she finally came, her nails dug into his arms, and she gasped for air.

When she finally went limp, Jungkook pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. He took a moment to admire his handwork before pulling his hand out of her, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, tasting her, and smirked. "You taste so sweet," he said, licking them clean. He leaned back in the chair, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Now, baby, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that it wasn't' so bad, was it?" he asked, his tone mocking.

The room was silent except for the sound of their ragged breaths. Y/N's chest heaved with sobs as she slid off the table, her legs wobbly. Jungkook stepped back, his eyes still on her, watching her every move. "You're going to come to me," he said, his voice cold and calculated. "You're going to crave this."

Y/N couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They streamed down her face as she scrambled to pull her panties back up, trying to cover herself as she stumbled away from him. Her legs felt like jelly, and she could still feel his touch burning her skin. Y/N stumbled to her feet, her legs barely supporting her. She reached for the shreds of her dignity, her voice shaking. "I'll never be yours," she spat.

Jungkook stepped aside, his smile never faltering. He leaned against the desk, arms folded, watching her with a predatory gaze. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice low and smug. He nodded towards the door. "Now, off to class with you. Don't be late."

Her eyes narrowed with anger, Y/N managed to compose herself enough to storm out of the office. The door slammed behind her, echoing through the empty hallways. She didn't dare look back, afraid of what she might do if she saw his face again. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and rage as she made her way to his class. The thought of sitting through a lecture from him was unbearable, but she had to keep up appearances. She had to keep her head down and get through this.

Entering the classroom, Y/N's heart raced as she took her seat. She kept her head down, avoiding the eyes of her classmates. She knew that word would spread quickly about what had happened in the principal's office. Jungkook had made sure of that. But she had to keep it together. For her own sake, she had to show him that he hadn't broken her. She clenched her fists under the table, nails digging into her palms.

As Jungkook walked in, the room went quiet. His eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on her, she felt his victory like a physical blow. He smirked, knowing glint in his eyes. "Good, everyone here," he said, his voice a mockery of a friendly greeting. "Let's get started, shall we?" He began to lecture, his words a blur in her ears as she tried to focus on anything but the ache between her legs and the anger in her chest.