#admin sunnie

His dark hair fell messy into his face, his pretty nose was up high as he tipped down the deep red beverage that was in his cup, his lips slightly red due to the liquid, but not that you minded that at all. His face was sharp, just as his eyes, which skimmed around the whole gym, trying to make out if anyone was breaking the rules or if something happened that shouldn't happen. He had a strong presence, he always had and he always oozed an authoritarian vibe which often made you tremble in your seat when he talked about the story of Dorian Grey.

It made him look all the more delicious, the way he talked about something that fascinated him. It ignited a spark in his students, but most importantly, he sparked something in you, something that you never felt before. It was an addicting feeling and such a forbidden one too – you found yourself fantasizing about his plush lips often, especially on lonely nights, imagining how wonderful his lips must feel on around your throbbing cli-

“Hey, ___, you're drooling.”, Jimin suddenly snapped you out of your unholy thoughts and you grumbled a little, trying to tear your gaze away from the beauty and sipping on your cup, making Jimin laugh gleefully.

“You're still into the literature professor?”, Jungkook asked you surprised, his eyebrows shooting up as he sent the aforementioned one an obvious look, causing you to grab his arm and yank him back so he was looking at you again.

“Could you maybe shut up?! I don't want everyone to find out, geez, what's going on with the two of you?! I am not crushing on him!”, you tried to defend yourself, your cheeks flaming up and your words coming out way too fast, your face betraying yourself completely.

The three guys in front of you only shared a look and then grinned mischievously.

“She's still totally into him”, Taehyung declared, the other two boys nodding in agreement. “And she isn't even subtle about it. C'mon, ___, you can do better than that. I watch you every time we have him and I know your I would fuck you look way too well.”, Jungkook suddenly said, making you look up at him, puffing your cheeks out.

“And why do you think you know how that look looks? We're both virgins, how could you even know that, huh?”, you tried to sound ignorant, but your tiny grin betrayed you – you already knew that Jungkook knew you better than that, you two almost grew up together as you were neighbours.

“It's the same look you give Johnny Depp when we watch 21 Jump Street and it's the same look I throw to Kim Namjoon.”, he stated quite bluntly, making you and the other two boys gasp at Jungkooks statement. You knew of Jungkooks crush on Namjoon, but did he really have to call you out on Johnny Depp? That was just mean.

“Are you crazy?! What if anyone hears you?!”, Jimin tried to scold the younger one, but he was way too distracted by the football star of the college, who was currently dancing with the head cheerleader.

“Let a bitch dream”, Jungkook sighed, his lips slightly pouted before he looked to the side, the sight of his crush dancing with someone else making his chest ache.

“But anyways, who wouldn't look at Johnny Depp like that? He's a fucking feast and you know that”, you quickly pulled the conversation back into another direction, not wanting your best friend to mourn over the college's jock.

Taehyung agreed, tipping his chin a little bit, “I have to agree. I can't say anything about Johnny. He's just hot.” Jimin shrugged but then nodded too, “Definitely. I don't think anyone could turn him down.”

“See Jungkook! It isn't only me who gives him that look!”, you grinned triumphantly, you eyes sparkling a little bit as you thought you had him now.

“Still doesn't change the fact that you look like that at Mr. Min too.”, he quickly destroyed your tiny win, making you all tiny once again and looking to the side.

“He's right. Just admit it. We all know you want him to pop your cherry.”, Jimin now said, his lips around the rim of his cup, looking to the side and trying to not look into your eyes – not to challenge the beast in you you inhabited sometimes.

At Jimin's audacious statement you gasped angrily, your cheeks already red by now but at that moment you didn't know if it was because of anger or embarrassment or both.

“Y'know, I don't need to listen about the three of you accusing me of something that isn't true. I'll go get myself something new to drink, maybe you'll decide on another topic than the non-existent interest I have in my professor!”, you huffed angrily, throwing your head back and sending the three a bitchy and mean glare before you walked to the self-made bar, taking the ladle of the big bowl and putting yourself in some of the punch.

“Stupid fucks”, you muttered to yourself, watching the three from safe distance grinning at you stupidly. Why were they grinning like that either way? They should feel ashamed! Teasing a girl like that wasn't a sign of chivalry, it was a sign of ignorance and being an asshole or, them just being your best friends.

Because despite them teasing you to no end, you did the same to them too and you loved them for that, all three of you knew how to handle each other and they knew you didn't mean it truly – although you maybe meant it 5%.

When you peeked to the three again, they still didn't look away from you with their stupid grins all plastered across their faces. What was going on? Did you have something on your dress? Was there a stain? You looked down at yourself, not seeing anything on the light blue fabric, frowning to yourself. What the hell did they want from you?

You huffed once again and turned around, wanting to take the ladle again and just when you took it your eyes fell onto it – seeing the lithe fingers already curled around the ladle, your fingerpads touching the soft hand of the one and only man that occupied your thoughts since he started to teach at this college.

“Oh, Miss ___, you wanted to drink something too?”, his dark voice caressed your eardrums, the music in the background suddenly not feeling so obnoxiously loud anymore, everything sounded dull compared to his voice.

“Eh-eh yeah b-but y-you were there first-so d-drink please, Mr. Min!”, you stammered and cussed at yourself mentally. Were you totally dense? Were you a little middle college girl who wasn't able to talk to someone she found pretty?

But Mr. Min wasn't someone you only thought was pretty. Sure, he was pretty, beyond that, he was absolutely ethereal with his coal eyes and pitch-black hair, his marble-like skin, and his virile features, but there was more to him. He was so intelligent, so well-spoken and just overall perfect that you couldn't help yourself, you really were head over heels falling for him, although he was your professor and several years older than you.

He chuckled darkly at your little stutter, shaking his head softly and pouring some punch into his cup and then into yours, making you nod thankfully while sporting a slight blush. He stepped next to you, sipping on his cup and looking around, pushing one of his hands into his front pocket, your eyes scanning him from bottom to top.

“I really thought anyone would try to get some alcohol in here.”, Mr. Min suddenly started, his eyes straying to the sports jocks, “Are they that good at hiding it or am I getting older?”, he asked you now, chuckling a little bit at your flustered and shy behaviour, especially as you gently shook your head at him.

“No, you aren't. The kids who drink alcohol are probably outside at the nearby park, laughing about us students who are here and dance.”, you commented and Mr. Min hummed slightly, “Ah, is that so? So you aren't one to drink?”

His question caught you off guard and you looked up at him with big eyes, shaking your head a little. “Never was the one to. I once tried it put I really didn't like the taste. I stick to my juice boxes.”, you admitted, now way more relaxed in front of him, as something in his voice always was able to settle you down. You just got caught off-guard when he suddenly touched you. You still felt the slight buzzing feeling on your fingertips and you had to admit that you liked it more than you should.

Mr. Min laughed at that, this laugh was different than the chuckle before however. This one was genuine and a little gleeful too, obviously very amused by your words, his eyes crinkling the slightest bit, “That's good, you shouldn't start to drink as early as I did. My liver never thanked me for that.” The way he laughed made your chest all warm and your cheeks too, the butterflies starting to fly in your stomach and your head starting to get a little dazed, dazed by his damned charming self.

Now you were the one who giggled a little bit, your hand coming up to cover your mouth a little bit in a scandalous manner, “Don't tell me you were the one to party, Mr. Min!”

You sounded more flirting than you wanted to and you were surprised yourself, but the way his eyes sparkled for the fraction of a second as he heard your words, obviously getting the flirtatious tone and not being opposed to it, your heart hammered uncomfortably fast against your chest.

“You wouldn't believe it, but yes, I was. My roommate Seokjin and I were known for making the best drinks on campus and as everyone knew, we always got invited to parties.”, he gave you a tiny look into his college life and you listened to him attentively, not even caring that the three boys still looked at the two of you more than obviously.

“So you always had fun, huh?”

There was an obvious suggestive tone in your voice and you didn't know why you were so daring, did anyone put something into the punch or where was this new confidence coming from? Or was the need to have your cherry popped by the one and only Mr. Min so big that you threw all your morals away? Was he worth that?

When you looked into his eyes you already knew that he was, because he held your gaze relentlessly, the tension between the two of you palpable and without missing a beat he huskily replied, leaning a little down to you, “A lot of fun in every way you can imagine.”

He was so close you were able to make out the tiny moles on his flawless skin, his voice making you visibly shiver and your lips parting the slightest bit, “O-oh”, you stammered quite intelligently again, looking away all flustered and red-cheeked, your heart beating fast against your chest. All the newfound confidence was gone and that just because he leaned down to you and looked into your eyes? How weak were you? You truly hoped the guys didn't see you and when you looked up, you noticed that they indeed were gone, just as most of the guests of tonight's college dance.

It was already after 11 pm and you and the guys promised to meet outside to go to your homes again and although you truly didn't want to go and leave Mr. Min like that, you knew that you had to, unless you wanted all three of them to bitch about it until the end of college.

“I-Uhm, have to leave.”, you broke off the tension and the moment you shared with him, “The guys will be waiting for me I am sure, we wanted to go home together.”, you apologized to Mr. Min and he nodded at you, his eyes staying on your form as you walked out of the gym and on the college's parking lot, your eyes scanning the whole place.

As you didn't see any of your friends, panic bubbled up in you. Did they just leave without you? You couldn't make out the Hyundai Stellar of Jimin's and just then it dawned on you. Did they leave you there because they thought you wouldn't come home with them? Were you and Mr. Min that flirting that obviously?

You tried to fight the blush down your neck, gnawing on your bottom lip and asking yourself what to do now. The ride home was usually a ten-minute ride, but when you'd walk it could easily evolve into a thirty-minute walk, especially when you wouldn't take the short ways and you wouldn't walk through the parks. But was it was this late, you didn't want to go home alone, an uncomfortable feeling creeping up on your shoulders and the cold feeling too. You truly had to leave your coat in Jimins car, right?

Just when you were about to cry you heard a familiar voice calling out for you and you turned around, Mr. Min standing in front of you, clad in his big coat, his Mercedes keys in his right hand.

“Did they leave without you?”, he asked you, a soft tone to his voice and you nodded pitifully, his face softening as he took in your shaking and tiny form.

“I can give you a ride home.”, he offered you and walked up to you, taking off his coat and putting it around your shoulder, engulfing you in his delicious scent, your thoughts getting hazy and dazed again. “I would love that.”, you smiled a little at him, the tip of your nose a little red due the cold, the leaves around you still falling to the ground although there wasn't even a breeze. You followed him to his dark Mercedes and he held up the door for you. Ever the gentleman, you thought as you entered the car, smelling something that was undoubtedly him, making you oddly excited and realize that this was going to happen.

You just got into Mr. Mins car and he was about to drive you home. For ten minutes you'd be totally alone with him and in such a small space too. The thought alone made you absolutely excited and you couldn't really hide it. Too often you dreamed about how it'd be if you'd ever have the luck of being completely alone with him and now that you truly were, you found yourself drowned in unholy thoughts. How nice it would be to be squished against him in such a small room, how nice it would be to feel his skin against yours, how nice it would be to hear his dark voice muttering the dirtiest words there were. It didn't take long and you started to rub your thighs together in an attempt to ease the tingle that started between your legs.

“We have to wait until the motor gets warm”, Mr. Min suddenly said, the low noises of the radio slowly merging into the background. You looked up at him with big eyes, almost feeling like he caught you doing something that you weren't allowed to. But you only saw his fingers curled around the steering wheel, his knuckles slightly white due to the force of it. Why was he grasping the wheel this hard?

Yoongi asked himself if you truly thought he didn't notice the way you eyed him down and how you rubbed your thighs together or if you did it on purpose, wanting to drive him mad because you knew exactly that he wasn't allowed to act on the obvious attraction he had for you. He often had to reprimand himself when he looked at you too intensely when you were working or when he rutted himself to sleep to the thought of you.

He knew it wasn't right and he knew that it wasn't legal too – it was frowned upon, even if you were in the legal age to have sex with him. Those thoughts weren't good and Yoongi knew but still, he couldn't help himself when you looked so delectable right next to him.

You two were flirting earlier and you both knew. It was obvious, very much at that and he thought the tension back in the gym hall was quite big but now, now that he was in the car with you and in such a small space, he almost choked at the tension and you did too.

“Mr. Min”, you murmured quietly, your voice nothing more than a whisper but loud enough for Yoongi to hear, so he looked to you, his eyebrow raising the slightest bit, “Hmm?”

“Did you put on the air conditioner? It's getting so warm here..”, you mumbled, sliding off Yoongis coat and sighing as soon as the air hit your bare skin, slightly fanning some air to yourself, very glad that you chose an off-shoulder dress for this occasion.

“You were freezing earlier, I had to-”, he started and wanted to turn it off, but you stopped him, your fingertips touching his once again, a slight buzz going through both of your hands, “Don't put it off. It's okay. I like it warm.”, you smiled a little bit and let your fingerpads wander over his hand, making Yoongi shiver for a moment, your eyes meeting for what felt like an eternity. It was at this moment that both of you knew that something was going to happen tonight and both of you wanted it too.

“___... What are you doing, hm?”, he asked you when you started to touch the collar of his button-down, his eyes focused on you, especially as you started to touch his throat all curiously and carefully, “I am touching you, Mr. Min.”, you said innocently, tilting your head a little bit, “Am I not allowed, Mr.Min?~”

He keened a little into your touch, letting you touch his throat to your heart's content until he felt your fingers fiddling with his deep blue tie. Within seconds he grabbed your wrist, looking deeply into your eyes while leaning closer to you. He knew what you wanted and he knew that he wanted it too, the temptation of the forbidden fruit so close to him, driving him almost insane, but he also knew just how wrong it was.

There was a tiny thread that held him to his morals, that screamed at him to just bring you home and stay away from you, but there was a bigger part of him that wanted it. That wanted you, in the rawest form he could have you. You weren't just a body he wanted to own, you were a soul he wanted to mingle with, to get one with. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, only to open them again and look into yours, his eyes searching for any tiny evidence of doubt in yours.

But there was none.

“Do you want this?”, he asked you, his hand reaching out for you and engulfing your cheek, softly rubbing the soft flesh with his thumb, watching your face which was illuminated by the street lamp in front of his car, your big and sparkling eyes looking into his relentlessly.

“I never wanted anything more than this, Mr. Min.”, you breathed out, leaning your face into his touch just the way you always wanted to.

Suddenly, he came closer to you, leaning over the gear lever, careful not to touch anything as he brushed his lips against yours, a tiny gasp leaving your lips. Was this how your first kiss was going to be? With your literature professor?

You smiled at the thought, your eyes fluttering shut as you closed the distance between the two of you, stealing a kiss from him and making it official.

You never thought that lips could taste and feel this good. This plush, this soft and this undoubtedly delicious, but maybe that was just because those lips belonged to Mr. Min. It was like a firework igniting between the two of you, your lips moving against each other, one of your hands finally being able to untie his tie, throwing it haphazardly onto the backseats.

Your fingers fiddled with the first buttons of his button-down, opening them and touching a man's chest for the first time, your other hand carding through his hair, making it even messier than before. His own hand came up to your hair, grabbing you by the base and pulling you closer to him, his other hand placed on your thigh and grabbing it firmly.

It felt marvellous, the way his hands felt on you and how you felt him up. His skin was absolutely perfect, it was soft and you were able to make out with a few touches that he kept his body in shape, his chest being a little harder. A tiny gasp fell from Mr. Mins lips as soon as you brushed his nipple, pulling away from your lips and looking into your eyes.

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes hazy and his lips were kissed red. You bit down on your bottom lip, letting your eyes wander over his messed up hair and his opened button-down, rubbing your thighs against each other once again, the sight alone making your pussy throb with want.

You looked equally as out of it and Yoongi couldn't hold himself back, not when his pants got uncomfortably tight.

He undid his seatbelt, suddenly standing up and climbing into the back of the car, sitting down and finally putting off the jacket of his suit. He opened all the buttons of his button-down and spread his legs widely, giving you a perfect look on his hard-on. You salivated at the sight, how the hell was it even allowed to be this sensual?

“Come to your professor and let him take care of you”, he rasped into the air, making you jump into action and sitting on his lap, your the hem of your dress revealing more and more of your thighs.

You situated yourself perfectly on his boner, your clit throbbing against his pants, making you moan into his hold. Without hesitation he curled his arms around you, guiding you against his cock and causing the both of you to moan although you both still were completely dressed, your lips locked in a heated kiss, him intruding your hot cavern and starting to twirl his tongue around yours.

“Please”, you whined into the kiss, totally overwhelmed by the onslaught of feelings, the tingle between your legs only growing and growing, the grinding only making you hornier than more.

“Please Mr. Min. I want you.”, you whispered sensually, curling your arms around his neck, accentuating your statement as you ground especially hard against him, making him moan against your lips.

“I need to prepare you”, he hushed you, “Sit up.”

You did as ordered, sitting up a little bit and steadying yourself at the backrest of the seats just right next to his head while tilting your head to the side questioningly.

“Preparing me? Why do you need to prepa...-”, you wanted to ask him but got cut off as you felt his index and middle finger running up and down your already soaked panties, circling your clit and your entrance too.

“Mr. Min!”, you moaned into his touch, loving the way his fingers felt on your pussy and wishing nothing more than to rip your panties off so you could feel his fingers unfiltered, “Please! Put them away, my panties please!”

“It's my utmost pleasure”, he groaned and peeled your panties off your soaked cunt, grabbing the fabric that just hugged your pussy and ripping it away. Before you could even comprehend it or complain about it, he already had his fingers on your bare pussy now, causing you to let out a long and loud moan.

“Fuck, yes! Yes, Mr. Min, it feels so good please don't stop”, you begged, moving your hips against his fingers, him watching you absolutely endeared while he licked his lips.

“Do you like that, little dove?”, he asked you and you nodded frantically, embarrassingly close to your climax already.

“Yes yes, I love it! Please don't stop with it, I'm gonna-I'm gonna-”, you started to chant, your hips starting to move more erratically, coming undone underneath his fingers. You fell onto him completely, your face nestled against his neck.

You grabbed the fabric of the backrests violently and you threw your head back while Yoongi rode out your orgasm with his fingers, suddenly slipping two of them into you with elegant ease.

The feeling of your first orgasm slowly ebbed away and just then you felt it.

A slight stretch, a stretch that was so delicious that you immediately yearned for more.

“Mhhh Mr. Min”, you cried against his neck, softly kissing and licking at his skin, starting to hear the faint noises of the radio mixed with the squelching noises that undeniably came from your pussy, “Your fingers are in me.”

He nodded at you, starting to finger your squelching cunt, “Does it feel good?”

“It feels foreign”, you stuttered out, trying to accustom to the feeling how having something in you for the first time.

“You're a virgin, huh?”, he asked you, the tone of his voice not mocking, if anything, he sounded oddly turned on, “Never had fingers in that tiny pussy of yours, huh?” You moaned at his lewd words, nodding and fucking yourself on his fingers as the initial weird feeling transformed into a feeling of hot pleasure.

“Never had fingers in me, Mr. Min. Never had a cock in me, Mr. Min. Yours is going to be the first”, you mewled and he moaned at your words, scissoring you open, your juices staining his back seats but he couldn't care less. Not when you were this exposed in front of him.

“You're a naughty one, huh? Don't think I wouldn't notice how you gush on my fingers when I talk so dirty to you”, he teased you, a dark chuckle leaving his lips at your whine, his fingers suddenly reaching a point that made your jaw go slack and your sight to blackout for a tiny second.

The sound that left your lips was something that was foreign to your own ears and you grasped Yoongis shoulder to remind yourself that you were here, here with him.

“Fuck!”, you cried out, “What's-what's that?! Mr. Min, please touch it again, it's so good, so so so good!”, you babbled and Yoongis dick twitched in his pants, complying to your wish and rubbing at your g-spot while he opened his zipper with one hand, getting his cock out of the confines of his underwear, finally freeing it.

“It's your g-spot, little dove. And call me Yoongi.”, he demanded from you, but you only moaned around his fingers, not being able to make out anything else than a fire that ignited between your legs.

As Yoongi felt you clench around his fingers especially hard, he stopped, slipping his fingers out of you completely and smearing your juices all over his cock. You looked down and between his legs, watching him doing such a lewd thing, your eyes growing incredibly big.

“Your cock is so big.”, you gasped, looking up into his eyes again, “How is your cock going to fit?”

Yoongi couldn't help the dark chuckle that left his lips at your cute but yet so dirty words, “I prepared you for a reason, little one. Now lay down.”

With trembling legs you complied to his wish, laying down on the seats and spreading your legs willingly for him, even holding your dress up to reveal your dripping cunt to his hungry eyes.

“You look so innocent”, he murmured, tracing his fingers that were still slightly damp from your arousal over your cheek, suddenly grabbing the fabric that shielded your chest and yanking it down to reveal you bare in front of him. He licked his lips at the sight.

“No bra?”

“Very uncomfortable in such a dress”, you shyly said, your hands coming up to hide yourself but he stopped you with one look only.

“Don't hide when you just revealed your dripping pussy a few seconds ago.”, he commanded and you nodded at him, your hands reaching for him and making grabby hands at him.

He looked at you, enjoying the view of you so exposed and sprawled out for his hungry eyes only. It was a delightful sight and he truly never wanted to forget it, he wanted to see you like that over and over again. He wanted to make you moan and cry out, again and again, he wanted nothing more than to be with you fully.

“Please, make me yours Yoongi.”, you whispered and broke him out of his thoughts, slowly leaning over you and grabbing his cock to rub his head against your bare pussy.

You let out a moan, your cheeks all red and warm due to the onslaught of feelings you felt, throwing your head back and watching the fog collect on the windows of his car.

You were glad about that, this way no one was able to see what was going on inside of the car.

“Are you ready?”, he asked you and you looked back at him, nodding, “More than ready.”

He chuckled at that, slowly sheathing himself inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut at the stinging pain, your chest rising and falling rapidly as quick huffs and puffs left your lips.

Just when you thought it got a little better, the inched more into you and you let out a cry, arching your back into his hold, silently whimpering. At that, he slowly let his fingertips trail over the inner of your thighs, making your muscles relax more and more.

“Relax, little dove. I am here. Mr. Min is here and he'll take care of you.”, he whispered, slowly leaning more to you and talking against your lips. He waited for you to accustom more to his girth, himself having to control himself and not to fuck into your tight virgin pussy like he wanted to.

“Can I?”, he asked you hurriedly and you hummed in affirmation, taking a deep breath and taking in the last inches of him.

You never thought the feeling of being full felt this fucking good. It was like all you wished for, you felt complete, stretched to a painfully pleasurable point.

Yoongi gulped above you, his hands right next to your head to steady himself, waiting for you to give him a sign so he was able to continue.

After a while, the pain fully transformed into pleasure and you looked up at him, your hands on his chest, softly touching his nubs, “Please, move.”

And so he did.

He pulled out completely only to slap his hips right back into you, the squelching sounds now even louder than before, as both of your arousals and your blood made it more easy for him to move inside of you.

You moaned loudly and he did too, thrusting into you at a nice and steady pace, not too fast and not too slow, the whole car starting to move. He didn't want to go rampage on you on your first night, no, that was saved for other nights.

“Fuck, would you look at that”, he hissed, looking between the two of you and watching your pussy swallow his thick cock, “Your greedy virgin pussy is taking my thick cock so well, how can this be hm? How can such a tight virgin pussy swallow my dick so well?”

He felt you clench around his cock and his movements stuttered for a moment, “Such a whore for dirty talk, aren't you?”

You nodded frantically, curling your hands underneath his button-down and around his torso.

“Yes Yoongi, so much! My pussy is taking your cock so well because I was made for you, made for your cock, made for you to fuck!”, you cried out especially loud as he reached your g-spot again and you knew, you knew you wouldn't last long anymore.

He got goosebumps at your words, slamming his hips into you with more fervour now, always rubbing the tip of his cock against your most sensitive spot, “Mhhhm that's right. Your little pussy is made to take my big cock, right? Your pussy just wants my big cock, hm?”

You couldn't stop moaning, the feeling of him hitting your most delicious spots over and over again, the drool already dripping down the corners of your mouth. You suddenly felt how the knot in your tummy started to get tighter and tighter, tingles rising all over your body, the pleasure fogging your mind and consuming your eyesight too.

Yoongi felt how you suddenly clenched around him and held his cock firmly nestled in you and he bit down on his lip, “Are you coming?”, he gritted through his teeth, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge the more your walls sucked his cock in.

“Yes! Yes I am about to cum, please, please cum with me, Mr. Min!”, you broke out in incoherent moans, Yoongi keeping his pace up, the tip of his cock bluntly assaulting your g-spot and that was the last thing that you needed to cum undone once again, crying out his name.

For one moment Yoongi thought you'd cut his blood circulation as you tightened yourself around him that hard, he thought he was going to lose his mind, drilling into your dripping cunt and releasing himself in you in hot spurts, all the tension between the two of you finally exploding into the first and most mind-blowing orgasm you ever had.

The both of you tried to calm your breathing down, silent gasps and deep intakes of air being heard.

He fell on you and you sighed contently, liking the way of feeling his weight on you. A small formed on your lips, which quickly faded as soon as he intended to pull out, thinking that you might feel uncomfortable stuffed to the brim like that.

“No!”, you quickly stopped him, your hands finding his hair once again, carding your fingers through it, “Please, stay in me.”

He looked up at you in wonder, his head slightly tilted to the side, “Isn't it uncomfortable?”

You shook your head at him, your cheeks slightly getting red because of the embarrassment and he smiled warmly at you.

“Like being stuffed, huh?”, he asked you with an amused glint in his eyes, making you giggle shyly.

“I like being stuffed by you.”, you gave back and curled your arms around him, pulling him closer so you felt all of him on you.

Both of you stayed like that, calming yourselves down and just being with each other, enjoying the presence of each other.

“Mr. Min?”

“I said you can call me Yoongi”, he chuckled a little bit and nestled his face in the crook of your neck, softly kissing you and making you blush, obviously not getting the worried tone of your voice.

“Was this more for you than a mere fuck?”, you broke out, chewing on your bottom lip nervously as he heaved himself up to look into your eyes, seeing how much you struggled with keeping eye contact.

His heart felt heavy just when he looked at your stressed-out form, it painfully wrenched inside of his chest and he bit the inner of his cheek.

He already knew the answer, he already knew it the second he walked into the class.

You were more than a student.

More than a mere fuck.

“It was”, he honestly said, wiping a strand of hair from your face, a gentle smile on his lips, “It was way more than that.”

He softly leaned down and caught your lips in a kiss, feeling how a tear rolled down your cheek, his own getting slightly wet because of it. You weren't able to hold yourself together, too happy with the outcome of this night, not even wanting to think about how you didn't even want to go in the first place.

“Don't you cry”, he thumbed your tear away, a soft and gentle spark in his eyes, “I am here for you now. I am here and I am not planning on leaving.”

You smiled at him, pecking his lips, love and adoration bubbling up in your chest.

“Will you always be there for me?”, you asked him, obviously meaning that he'll still be there when you would graduate.

“I'll always be.”, he said without hesitation, meaning every word and locking lips with you once more and you believed him. You believed him with every fiber of your being and at that moment you knew. You just knew you both would stay together.

“I like you, Yoongi.”, you quietly murmured and you thought your heart would stop beating in your chest when you were met with silence.

But that didn't last long. Yoongi slowly kissed up your neck, looking deeply into your eyes and smiling lovingly.

“Even though not everyone will be able to understand what we have and share, we will be together. We will be in our own little world and no one will be able to intervene in it. It will be our own world. Our own little safe haven. I have the same feelings you have for you, ___.”

Your heart swelled in your chest at his words, feeling euphoric at the fact that he shared what you felt for him and you pulled him into another kiss, relishing in the feeling of his lips and letting yourself fall into it.

Until a thought suddenly crossed your mind and your eyes grew wide, pulling your lips away from his and looking into his eyes like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.

“What is going on?”