Yn's POV
Don't blame me... love made me crazy...
Yn stop. What's wrong with you? I couldn't sleep the whole night when professor- no-Jungkook left my apartment after the rain stopped.
Did we just fucking kissed? From the kitchen counter to my couch. How did I ended up having french kiss with him?
I had all my kissing lessons in a day and I swear the best kissing lesson I've got.
I can't stop thinking about the way he claimed my lips. How he pushed me down on the couch and kissed me till we both were breathless.
I can't help but recall it again and again. Was it magical? No. It was more of putting a claim. He claimed me.
All of me.
Today as I stepped in the college, I felt as if something's now wrong in the air I breathe now. I feel nervous.
The blood rushes to my cheeks as I stepped inside my classroom. Taehyung waved me hi and so did I. I took a seat next to him and kept my bag on the floor.
He was eyeing me skeptically and I know why. My lips. They are still slightly swollen even after I have applied ice on it after waking up in the morning.
The animalistic side of the man. My man.
"What's wrong with you bitch?" Taehyung asked me.
"Nothing bitch." I replied, the memories of yesterday flooding my mind as a faint blush crept on my cheeks.
He eyed me even more skeptically and I knew I had no escape now from this gossip derived aunty.
"Professor Jeon kissed me." I muttered, almost incoherently so that he doesn't makes out a single word of what I said.
But he is The Kim Taehyung.
"Professor Jeon did what!?" He yelled. I kept my palm over his mouth to shut him up. Thankfully nobody noticed.
He removed my hands from his mouth, "did he forced you? Did he hurt you? He's engaged. How can he betray his fiance? Sick bastard-"
"Bitch it's nothing like that. He confessed to me and his engagement broke off. He's not getting married to anyone. Neither he knew anything about the girl he was getting married to." I explained to him and he seemed to quite understand me.
After spilling the tea and giving him a very detailed description of the kiss, Taehyung gave me a playful shove in the arm, "so he really have a thing for you." He told me, while hitting my arm in continuous motion as if he had the butterflies instead of me.
End of POV
Time skip...
The bell rang and it was time for the physics class. Nervousness. Wetness. Erratic heartbeat. You were experiencing everything.
The world around you seem to grow quiet as Jungkook walked inside the classroom and his eyes automatically searched for yours.
You couldn't fail to notice the subtle smirk as his eyes met yours or the bite mark on his lip that you gave him during your inexperienced kiss.
You clenching your thighs tightly and your lips pressed into a thin line. If you opened your mouth, you were damn sure you were gonna moan.
Wetness pooled your kitty and you were at the verge of running to the washroom and use your fingers to calm your hormones down.
Fuck you needed more than just your fingers inside your aching pussy.
Although you knew you could literally fail in physics if you didn't focused on what he was teaching but you still decided to stare at him. Your cheeks growing 'fifty shades of red' every single time his eyes meet yours.
Jungkook gave you a lingering, annoyed look because physics is his first love and you were literally not focusing there.
"Yn, professor jeon is glaring at you. Do you want get thrown out of the class like yesterday?" Taehyung whisper yelled at you which pulled you out of your lust filled thoughts and again tried to focus on the class.
But. In. Vain.
The rest of the physics class ended painfully for you. Before Jungkook left the class, he shot a subtle glance at you, the same slight smirk on his lips as he left after driving you crazy again.
As the last bell rang, everyone started packing their things so you did. You walked out into the vast garden of the college campus, taking in some fresh air before you left for home.
It was already dark and only a few students were around and almost everyone left for home. Taehyung founded himself a date so he had to leave you alone and took his date out.
While you were casually walking around in the garden, you felt someone's lip attaching to your neck, giving you small peck there.
The sudden tingling sensation gave you a mini heart attack as you turned your head around to look at the person.
"Jungkook!" You squealed in delight, a wide smile on your lips as you hugged him.
"Did I scared you, princess?" He asked, gently tucking your hairs behind your ear as he ran his hands through your hairs.
Princess. You heard it right. He called you princess.
Your poor heart can burst at any point now.
"You did scared me, Jungkook. Don't kiss me out of the blue." You told him. You loved the way his name rolled off your lips. Smooth like butter~
"You don't like it? Kisses out of the blue?" Jungkook asked you, almost innocently but you knew he was just teasing you. His big doe eyes can decieve anyone.
"It's not like that. I'm just not used to it." You replied, feeling warm sensation spreading on your cheeks as his hands travelled down to your waist.
"Seems like a problem. I thought of pampering you with kisses but since you aren't used to it, I might just drop the idea..." Jungkook replied, his voice dripping with mock disappointment and you failed to notice that.
You panicked at the thought of him not kissing you anymore as you tried to explain your words to him,"You didn't got me Jungkook. I didn't meant that-"
You gasped as his lips joined with yours, kissing you while his tongue slipped inside your mouth, savouring your mouth and yet again claiming you.
His mouth tasted like the college cafeteria coffee.
You pulled apart, "did you had coffee?"
He chuckled and nodded his head, "why are you asking?"
"Your mouth tasted like coffee." You replied to him.
"Really. And what else? Guess what coffee it was." He smirked and attached his lips to yours again, kissing you deeply.
After some moments, you both pulled away, breathless as he asked, "which one?"
"Iced americano?" You replied.
He chuckled and nodded his head in yes as you both kissed again.
Professor Jeon
A/n- want me to guess the type of your coffee too babygirl? 😏
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