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Professor Jeon VII

Yn's POV

Today, I showed up in college, carrying a face as if it wasn't two hours ago that Jungkook ate my pussy as the first thing in the morning on the countertop of my washbasin.

Flashback...

"Ahh! Jungkook!" I moaned out loud, my legs over his shoulder and he was totally focused on his morning dessert.

His mouth sucked on my swollen nub, his tongue tasting me as if I'm some kind of sweet.

He pushed me more against the mirror on the sink and pulled my hips up, eating me out like the starved animal he is. My fingers tangle in his hairs as I buckle my hips against his face, bringing myself closer to the edge.

His tongue worked faster on me, eliciting a loud moan from me as I felt a tight knot in my stomach, ready to burst at any moment.

He lapped and sucked on my pussy until I finally came, glistening his face with my arousal as he licked me clean.

He got up from his position and attached his lips to mine, my own essence filling my mouth as his tongue invades my mouth.

After sometime he pulls back, leaving us both breathless and attacks my neck next, finding a sweet spot to suck on and mark his territory all over my neck and collarbone.

Flashback ends..

And so I'm wearing a high neck top today. Hiding his precious markings even though I didn't wanted to.

The maths professor, Ms Hana Rodrigo, who's half Korean and half American, was teaching us a very important topic so I decided to let my thoughts at maths instead of my dear professor Jeon.

Her class ended after some 50 minutes and she finally leaved the class. There were some suspicious murmurs going about her and I can't let myself miss the tea so I shifted myself to one of my friends, Chae and sat next to her.

"What's the gossips going about girl?" I asked her, putting a hand over her shoulder.

Chae looked at me and took in a deep breath before telling me. She didn't seemed very happy to tell me about it.

"Professor Park and Professor Hana are dating." She replied to me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Professor Park...you mean Jimin?" I asked her, because there were too many professors with Park as their surnames.

"Yes." She said, lowering her head on the table as she let out a muffled sob against it.

I knew she always had a crush on Professor Park and seeing her crying reminded me of myself when I hear Jungkook was getting engaged.

I gently patted her back because saying anything in these matters were something that could worsen the situation so instead I focused on calming her.

A thought suddenly striked me at her situation. I'm not jungkook's first love. So, he had dated before me. And if he had dated before me, if means he also had breakups. And if he had breakups, he had moved on too that's why he's dating me.

Which meant he does have the tendency to end things and move on? So if he breaks up with me someday, he'll move on...?

He'll pretend like I never existed? He will stop loving me?

The thought suddenly made me sad. I shouldn't have overthinkinked about these possibilities. Maybe he'll love me forever and maybe he'll not-

Yn stop. The fuck you are thinking ! Jungkook loves me and that's what matters to me the most right now. If we weren't meant to be together, he would have been probably married by now.

He loves me. And that's it.

The classes ended and as I had no physics lecture or any extra class today, so the students left early than the professors.

Jungkook already texted me to leave for home with Taehyung since he'll be coming late today.

I had my bag slung over my right shoulder as I walked out of the campus with Taehyung, listening about his new girlfriend and how they both didn't liked eachother in the start.

Taehyung abruptly changed the topic to my clothes, "why are you wearing high necks? I thought you didn't liked confined clothes."

"I.. uh-" I chuckled nervously, rubbing my palm on the back of my heated up neck.

"Did a mosquito bit you?" Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows, giving me a smug expression as a knowing smirk was plastered on his lips.

"Shut up! It wasn't mosquito but..." I stopped dramatically,  a shy smile on my lips as I remembered today's morning.

"Professor Jeon." Taehyung completed my sentence, hitting my arm playfully.

I chuckled at his words as we continued to walk back to my apartment.

A few moments later...

After Taehyung dropped me at my apartment, the first thing I had did was to change into my comfortable clothes and plop myself on my bed.

My- his tshirt loosely dangled over my shoulders, revealing all the hickeys and bites over my skin as I admired it on my phone camera by zooming on them.

I giggled everytime as I zoomed in, just thinking about him was making butterflies kicking inside my stomach.

I kicked my feet on the bed and continued to look at the marks. My nipples turned into pebbles as the more I stare into it, making me needy for his touch.

I closed my phone and sat on my bed. My hands reached inside my tshirt and unclasped my bra, throwing it at the edge of my bed. Now, my peaks were in direct contact with his tshirt, turning them even hard every time the material brushed against them.

I grabbed my left breast and squeezed it tightly, while the other kept on scraping against the thin fabric of the tshirt.

I grind my hips against the sheets, creating a friction that could be only satisfied by his dick which was yet to enter inside me.

He was making me suffer by showing me the world of pleasure one by one. He knew how much I craved to feel his dick, trapped and clenched between my walls and yet he wants to test my patience. To see how far I can go. To see me beg.

Beg for him.

And I'll do it. Without any doubt.

I know I'm shameless for him.

My hands went inside my panties, rubbing my aching core as I moaned out his name, imagining his hands instead of mine. I inserted one finger inside me, followed by the another as I pump them in and out, making myself moan out his name in pleasure.

The doorknob to my room clicks as the door is pushed open.

"Having fun without me, princess?" His voice rings inside my head as he threw his blazer on the floor, followed by his shirt, leaving his upper body bare to me.

Those defined abs.

Holy fuck.

Fuck. Me.

Professor. Jeon.

Professor Jeon

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