-story is completely fiction and doesn't relate to idols real life.
Professor Jungkook, known for his icy demeanor and unyielding discipline, taught at a prestigious university. His cold persona was both dreaded and alluring to his students. Among them was Y/N, a confident and flirtatious co-ed who seemed to take particular delight in testing his patience.
One Day, After Class...
As the last student filed out, Y/N lingered behind, sauntering up to Jungkook's desk with an exaggerated sway in her hips. She perched on the edge, crossing her legs slowly. "Professor, I don't understand the reading assignment. Could you... explain it more thoroughly?"
Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he looked up from his papers. He could practically feel the heat radiating off her body. "I explained it clearly in class, Y/N. If you weren't paying attention, that's your own fault." His voice was clipped, annoyed.
Y/N pouted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, come on, Professor. Don't be like that. I just thought maybe you could give me... private tutoring." Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Don't you want to help me understand better?"
Jungkook's jaw clenched. He hated how she always managed to get under his skin. "Private tutoring? At this hour? You know the university is closed, Y/N." His tone was stern, but his gaze lingered on her lips.
She uncrossed her legs and leaned in, placing a hand on his desk. "Well, we are all alone now... No one would know." Her voice was low, tempting. "Besides, isn't this your office? You're the boss here, right?"
Jungkook's breathing grew heavier. His mind raced with thoughts of pushing her off the desk, of grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her back. He stood up abruptly, rounding the desk to face her. "You think you're so clever, don't you?"
Y/N bit her lip, smiling. "I try my best, Professor." As he loomed over her, she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing more of her chest. "Don't you want to just let go, Jungkook?"
Jungkook's resolve crumbled. He reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet. "Shut up," he growled, spinning her around to face the desk. He shoved her forward, making her bend over the surface.
Y/N giggled, grasping the edge of the desk. "Like that, is it?" she teased. "You can't resist my charms anymore, can you?" Jungkook ignored her, unbuckling his belt and pushing up her skirt. His touch was rough, urgent.
He rub his clothed dick on her ass gaining friction between them..The air was thick with anticipation. His hands gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head. "You've been teasing me all day,"
Y/N's breath hitched as Jungkook's muscular body pressed against her soft curves. Her ample bosom heaved with each quickening breath, straining against the buttons of her tight blouse. "I-I'm sorry Professor... I just can't help myself around you. "
Jungkook's eyes darkened as he leaned in, kissing her neck and nuzzling her collarbone. His hands deftly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. "You're playing with fire, Y/N."
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