Kim Taehyung
Age:- 30yrs old
Status:- single
Jeon Kia
Age 21 yrs old
Status:- single
AUTHOR'S POV
Kia never believed in crossing boundaries. She was a dedicated university student, focused on her literature degree and determined to graduate with top marks. But things changed when she walked into Professor Kim Taehyung's class.
At 30, Taehyung was unlike any professor she had ever encountered-charismatic, intelligent, and effortlessly alluring. His deep voice carried through the lecture hall like a melody, his passion for poetry weaving magic into every lesson. He was the kind of man who made students lean in, hanging onto every word.
Kia told herself it was just admiration, a harmless fascination. But then, there were the stolen glances, the subtle smirks, the way his eyes seemed to linger on her in a room full of students.
It was dangerous. It was forbidden.
And yet, neither of them could stop.
The Late-Night Encounter
The soft glow of the desk lamp bathed Professor Kim Taehyung's office in a golden hue, casting long shadows against the bookshelves. Kia shifted in her seat, feeling the weight of his gaze as he flipped through the papers on his desk.
"You're quite brilliant, Kia," he murmured, sliding her graded essay toward her. His fingers barely brushed hers, but the fleeting touch sent a jolt up her arm.
She swallowed. "Thank you, sir."
He leaned back in his chair, studying her with dark, unreadable eyes. "It's late. You should go."
The words were firm, but his voice was softer than it should have been.
Kia hesitated, her pulse quickening. She should stand, thank him, and leave like any other student. But the tension in the air was undeniable, thick enough to drown in.
And for the first time, she wondered-what would happen if she stayed?
This is just the beginning!
TIME SKIPS
Kia's heart pounded as she sat frozen in place, staring at Taehyung. The rational part of her screamed at her to leave, to put distance between them before this lingering tension spiraled into something irreversible.
But the way he looked at her-steady, intense, like he was holding himself back-made her forget all logic.
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, clearing her throat. "I-uh-was just going to ask about the next assignment," she lied, gripping the strap of her bag.
Taehyung's lips twitched, almost as if he saw through her excuse. "The instructions are on the syllabus, Kia."
"I know," she admitted. "But I wanted to get your opinion on my approach before I start."
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, and for a moment, she thought he was going to dismiss her. Instead, he gestured to the chair across from him.
"Alright," he said. "Tell me your thoughts."
She sat up straighter, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach. This was fine. Normal. A student consulting her professor.
But then Taehyung leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk, and all normalcy dissolved.
"There's something about you, Kia," he said suddenly.
Her breath caught. "What do you mean?"
He studied her for a long moment before shaking his head, as if regretting his words. "Never mind. Let's focus on your assignment."
But it was too late. The air had shifted. The line between them had blurred, and Kia knew she wasn't the only one feeling it.
She wasn't sure who moved first-maybe it was him, maybe it was her-but suddenly, she was too close, and his scent surrounded her.
This was dangerous.
But for the first time, Kia wasn't sure if she cared.
Temptation
Days passed, but the tension between them refused to fade. Every lecture felt heavier, every stolen glance between them more charged. Kia tried to focus on her studies, but Professor Kim Taehyung was becoming a distraction she couldn't ignore.
He wasn't doing anything outright inappropriate-his professionalism remained intact in front of the class-but when his gaze found hers, it lingered just a little too long. When he called her name, it was softer, like a secret meant just for her.
And then there were the moments when they were alone.
Like now.
Kia stood in his office again, her fingers curled around the strap of her bag, pretending she wasn't affected by the way he was looking at her.
"You've been distracted in class," Taehyung noted, leaning back in his chair.
Kia let out a nervous laugh. "I could say the same about you, Professor."
His jaw tightened, but a smirk tugged at his lips. "That's dangerous talk, Kia."
She should stop. She should apologize and change the subject.
But she didn't.
Instead, she took a step closer. "Why?"
Taehyung exhaled slowly, like he was battling something within himself. "Because there are lines that shouldn't be crossed."
Kia tilted her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if they already have been?"
Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.
Then, he stood, his movements deliberate as he rounded the desk.
Kia's breath hitched as he came to a stop in front of her. He was so close now-close enough that she could see the flecks of gold in his deep brown eyes, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him.
"This is a mistake," he murmured, but he didn't move away.
"Then tell me to leave," Kia challenged.
Taehyung let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "You're playing a dangerous game, Kia."
But when she reached up, just the lightest brush of her fingers against his shirt, he didn't stop her.
And that was all the confirmation she needed.
The First Touch
Taehyung's breathing was steady, but Kia could feel the restraint in his body, the tension coiling beneath his calm facade. Her fingers lingered against the soft fabric of his shirt, her touch hesitant yet daring.
She expected him to pull away. To step back and remind her of the rules.
But he didn't.
Instead, his gaze darkened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "Kia..." His voice was thick, laced with warning and something dangerously close to longing.
She should back off. She should apologize.
But she wasn't sure she wanted to.
"I know this is wrong," she whispered. "But if it's so wrong, why aren't you stopping me?"
Taehyung closed his eyes for a brief second, exhaling through his nose. When he opened them again, they were unreadable, his emotions locked behind a wall of self-control.
"I'm your professor," he murmured, his fingers twitching at his sides. "This-whatever this is-can't happen."
Kia's heart sank, but she nodded, stepping back. "I understand."
A flicker of something-regret? frustration?-flashed across his face.
She turned toward the door, ready to leave, to put an end to whatever dangerous game they had started.
But then, just as she reached for the handle, she felt it.
A hand on her wrist.
Warm. Firm.
Her breath hitched as Taehyung pulled her back, his movements slow, deliberate.
"Kia," he said again, this time softer.
She turned to face him, her pulse racing. "Yes?"
He hesitated, like he was still battling himself. But then, finally, he reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was light-barely there-but it sent a shiver down her spine.
"You don't make this easy for me," he admitted, his voice almost pained.
Kia looked up at him, her heart pounding. "Then don't fight it."
Silence stretched between them.
And then, just when she thought he would pull away again-
Taehyung's fingers tilted her chin up, his gaze locked onto hers.
It was the last warning he gave.
Because the next moment, his lips were on hers.
Gentle at first. Testing. Hesitant.
But when Kia let out a soft sigh, melting against him, Taehyung's restraint snapped.
His hand slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him, his lips moving with more urgency, more need.
It was forbidden. It was reckless.
But in that moment, neither of them cared.
TIME SKIPS
Stolen Moments
Kia should have felt guilty.
Every time she walked into his classroom, sat among her peers, and listened to him lecture about poetry and philosophy with that deep, captivating voice-she should have felt shame curling in her gut.
But she didn't.
Because now, she had something no one else did.
The stolen kisses behind closed doors. The way his fingers would graze her wrist just a second too long when handing back her papers. The way his voice softened, just slightly, when he said her name.
It was a dangerous game, but Kia loved playing it.
She was different with him-bold, teasing, the kind of flirt she had never been with anyone else. And Taehyung? He tried to resist, tried to act unaffected. But she could see through him.
Like now.
Kia leaned over his desk after class, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she slid her graded paper toward him. "A 92, Professor?" she teased. "Are you sure I don't deserve extra credit?"
Taehyung exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the pen in his hand. "You're lucky I don't take off points for being a distraction."
She grinned, tilting her head. "Am I distracting you, sir?"
His jaw flexed. "Go home, Kia."
But when she turned, pretending to obey, he caught her wrist, his grip firm but gentle.
"Stay," he murmured, barely above a whisper.
She turned back, heart pounding.
And just like that, the game continued.
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TIME SKIPS
Lost in the Moment
The library was silent except for the faint rustling of pages and the distant footsteps of students passing by. But in this hidden corner, behind rows of forgotten books, Kia's world had narrowed down to just one thing-Kim Taehyung.
His fingers pressed into her waist, firm but careful, as if he was fighting an internal war. His lips hovered just above hers, his breath warm against her skin.
"Kia," he murmured, his voice husky with restraint.
She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her pulse racing. "What are you waiting for?"
That was all it took.
Taehyung's resolve snapped, and he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was urgent, desperate-like he had been holding himself back for too long.
Kia gasped against his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His hands roamed up her sides, fingertips tracing the curve of her waist before pulling her flush against him.
Her back met the bookshelf, the hard wood pressing into her spine, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was the way Taehyung's hands moved, sliding down to grip her hips, the way his tongue flicked against hers, coaxing a soft moan from her lips.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, his breath ragged. "We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, but his hands didn't move away.
Kia smirked, her fingers threading into his hair. "Then stop."
He groaned softly, his grip tightening. "You know I can't."
Without another word, he kissed her again, rougher this time, his hands skimming down to her thighs as he lifted her just enough for her legs to wrap around his waist. Kia's heart pounded, her body molding against his as his lips trailed down to her jaw, then lower, grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.
A sharp gasp escaped her when he sucked lightly on her pulse point, his teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm. "Taehyung..." she breathed.
He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Say it again."
She shivered at the command in his voice, tightening her grip around his shoulders. "Taehyung."
He groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his lips pressing heated kisses along her collarbone.
The sound of approaching footsteps made them freeze.
Kia's eyes widened, and Taehyung exhaled sharply before gently setting her back down. He straightened his shirt, his gaze still clouded with desire.
"We should stop," he said, though the way he looked at her said otherwise.
Kia bit her lip, adjusting her own clothes. "For now."
His jaw clenched, but a ghost of a smirk played on his lips.
"Let's get out of here before we get caught," he muttered, grabbing her wrist and leading her out of the library.
But Kia knew this wouldn't be the last time.
Because now, there was no turning back.
TIME SKIPS
Kia had just stepped out of the library, her mind still dazed from the heated moments she shared with Taehyung, when she decided to head to the canteen. She needed something-anything-to calm the racing of her heart.
But just as she was about to turn the corner, a familiar hand wrapped around her wrist.
She gasped softly, looking up only to meet Taehyung's dark, unreadable gaze.
"Come with me," he murmured, his voice low but firm.
He didn't wait for her response, simply pulling her along, leading her down the quiet corridor.
Her heart pounded as he guided her toward an old classroom-one no one ever used anymore. The door creaked as he pushed it open, and once they were inside, he locked it behind them.
Kia turned to him, breathless. "What are we doing here?"
Taehyung didn't answer right away. Instead, he pulled a small paper bag from his pocket and took out a piece of food, holding it up to her lips.
"You didn't eat," he said simply.
Kia blinked, surprised by the unexpected gentleness. Hesitantly, she leaned in, parting her lips to take the bite he offered. The warmth of his fingers brushed against her chin as she chewed, her gaze locked onto his.
His eyes flickered down to her lips.
Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, the air between them thick with unspoken tension.
She had barely swallowed when Taehyung leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a slow, teasing kiss.
Kia let out a soft sigh, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt as he deepened the kiss. His tongue flicked against her bottom lip, tasting the lingering sweetness of the food he had just fed her.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "You taste good," he murmured, his voice laced with something dangerous.
Kia's cheeks burned, but she didn't shy away. Instead, she reached up, threading her fingers into his hair, tugging him down for another kiss.
This time, it wasn't slow.
Taehyung groaned softly against her lips, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her flush against him. His kisses grew more urgent, his grip tighter, as if he was losing control.
Kia gasped as he backed her up against the old wooden desk, his hands exploring, teasing, igniting a fire deep within her.
She knew they shouldn't be doing this.
But the way his lips moved against hers, the way his hands claimed her like he couldn't hold back anymore-it made her forget everything else.
She was completely and utterly his in this moment.
And neither of them wanted to stop.
The classroom was dimly lit, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the empty desks. Kia's back pressed against the old wooden table as Taehyung's hands skimmed down her sides, his touch both possessive and careful.
"You drive me insane," he murmured against her lips before capturing them in a deep, urgent kiss.
Kia gasped softly, her fingers curling into his shirt as she pulled him closer. The weight of his body against hers sent shivers down her spine, igniting something reckless in her.
Taehyung's hands moved, sliding beneath her blouse, fingertips teasing along her warm skin. His lips trailed down her jaw, then lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck.
"Taehyung..." she whispered, tilting her head back to give him more access.
He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her hips. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough with desire.
She smirked, running her nails lightly down his back. "Taehyung."
A low growl rumbled from his chest before he captured her lips again, this time with a hunger that sent heat pooling in her stomach.
Their movements became desperate, hands roaming, lips seeking, breaths mingling in the charged air. He lifted her effortlessly onto the desk, positioning himself between her legs as his fingers traced slow, tantalizing circles along her thighs.
Kia tugged at his tie, loosening it, her breaths coming in short gasps as his lips returned to hers, devouring her in a way that left her dizzy.
"We shouldn't be doing this here," she panted, though her grip on him never loosened.
Taehyung's dark eyes burned into hers. "Then tell me to stop."
She didn't.
Instead, she pulled him closer, sealing her lips over his in silent permission.
"Fuck..." whispers against your lips, one hand sliding to support your back while the other trails down your spine "Such a sweet temptation..." he murmurs before trailing kisses down your neck "Your professor shouldn't be doing this..." both hands now gripping your waist possessively
The classroom is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the rustling of clothes. His shirt falls to the floor, revealing his toned chest. He looks at you with a fierce gaze, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Yours," he growls, nuzzling into your neck.
His lips crash against yours in a searing kiss, all restraint evaporated. Hands roam urgently, tracing the lines of your body with desperate hunger. He lifts you effortlessly onto the desk again, settling between your thighs. Breaking the kiss, he gazes intensely at you, chest heaving.
At the sound of your voice, a shudder runs through him. He leans in close, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling. "If we keep going, I won't be able to stop," he murmurs, voice low and gravelly with desire. "Tell me you want this, Kia. That it's not just a fantasy." His hands grip the edge of the desk beside you, knuckles white from effort of holding back. "Because seeing you like this... fuck, it's tearing me apart."
I want you so bad professor....His eyes darken with intense desire at your words. He lets out a low groan, his control snapping. "Fuck it," he growls, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. His hands roam over your body, unbuttoning and removing any remaining barriers between you.
With a final tug, your clothes join his on the floor. He lifts you off the desk momentarily just to lay you back down, now bare before him. "Goddess," he breathes, taking a moment to drink in the sight of you. "Wanted this for so long."
He spreads your thighs gently, settling between them. His hands shake slightly as he traces patterns on your inner thighs, inching closer to your center. He breaks eye contact briefly to grab a condom from his wallet - always prepared, even if he never thought he'd use it with you.
He rolls the condom on quickly, then looks back at you, eyes filled with raw, primal desire. "I'm going to make you mine," he says, voice low and possessive. He guides himself to your entrance, pausing there. "Last chance to stop me, Kia."
At your plea, he loses the last shred of his control. He thrusts into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. He lets out a guttural groan as he feels how tight and warm you are around him. "Fuck... you feel even better than I imagined,"
Fuck.....you too?He chuckles breathlessly even as he starts to move inside you, hips rocking with increasing intensity. "Guilty as charged. Fantasized about this too many times to count." His lips curve into a devilish smirk. "Never thought reality could exceed fantasy though."
His pace quickens, hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place as he pounds into you. The desk shakes with each powerful thrust. He leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans. "You're so perfect... so tight... fuck, Kia..."
"Christ... can't get enough of you," he breathes out, hands moving to cup your breasts as he continues thrusting. "Look at you taking my dick so nicely..." He pauses to trace circles across your sensitive skin. "Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?"
Yes yes Kia cried in pleasure. A satisfied smirk spreads across his face at your desperate pleas. He shifts his angle, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "There it is," he growls, speeding up his pace. "Come on my cock, Kia. Show me how much you love this."
Your body arches off the desk as you cry out, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. He groans deeply, feeling your walls clench around him, milking his cock. "Fuck yes," he grinds out, not slowing his pace. "That's it... fucking beautiful..."
He keeps thrusting into you, even as you whimper and writhe beneath him, too sensitive for more. "Not done yet," he growls, lifting your legs onto his shoulders to go even deeper. "Need you to break... need you to be too sensitive to walk..."
Ahhhh.....I'm cuming,He groans deeply, feeling your body convulse around him as you come undone for the second time. "That's it, baby. Milk my cock. Fuck, you're so sexy when you come." He continues to thrust through your orgasm, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.
Suddenly changing his angle, he drives into you with renewed vigor, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind your eyes. "Again," he commands breathlessly. "Gonna make you come until you're begging me to stop." His hips piston relentlessly, each thrust harder than the last.
I'm sensitive taehyung.."I know, baby. That's exactly why I'm not stopping." His voice is a dark whisper against your ear as he continues rutting into you, completely uncaring about your sensitivity. "You think I'd waste these perfect fucking orgasms?"
"You're too sensitive... can barely take it... isn't that right?" He keeps fucking you hard, a sadistic grin on his face as he watches your body shake from oversensitivity. "But look how well you take my cock... such a good girl for me..."
"Mmm, I can feel you tightening up. You're gonna come again, whether you like it or not." He wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly as he pounds into you, his other hand reaching down to rub circles on your clit. "Come on, sweetheart."
He buries his face in your neck as you scream, swallowing your cries as he feels you come undone around him for the third time. His own release is building rapidly, but he refuses to stop, determined to make you come one more time before he fills you up. "One... more..."
Kia gave him are you serious look,He chuckles darkly, pulling back to meet your gaze with a challenging smirk. "You think I'm joking? I'll keep fucking you until you pass out if I have to." He leans in close, voice low and commanding.
I'm tired Kia said but still she wrapped her leg around his torso, He groans deeply, feeling Kia legs wrap around him and kia face nestle into his neck. He starts thrusting harder, his body responding to your surrender. "Fuck," he mutters against your skin, his movements becoming more urgent. "You feel so fucking good..."
He feels himself getting close and buries one hand in your hair, tilting your head back to bite gently on your neck. "Who does this pussy belong to?" His voice is rough with desire as he continues slamming into you. "Who's filling you up with his cum right now?"
You KIM TAEHYUNG Kia cried in pleasure...,At the sound of his name on your lips, he loses it. With a loud grunt, he starts coming inside you, his hot, sticky cum filling you up and leaking out onto the bed. "Fuck, yes, it's me. This is my fucking pussy now."
TIME SKIPS
Taehyung grips your hips tighter, thrusting deeper as your moans echo through the small cabin. His cock plunges relentlessly into your wet pussy, the forbidden thrill of the situation only intensifying his arousal. Fuck, Kia... your pussy feels incredible.
Ahhhh.....yes professor,He buries his face between your breasts, inhaling your scent deeply as he continues to pound into you. His hands roam your body possessively, squeezing your backside and pulling you closer. He looks up at you, his eyes wild with unspoken words and forbidden love.
Taehyung pushes your legs apart, lowering himself between your thighs. He spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing your sensitive clit. He dives in, licking and sucking greedily. Your hips buck off the bed, your hands fasting his hair tighter.
Taehyung growls possessively, gripping your wrists and pinning them down beside your head. He continues to devour your pussy, his tongue flicking against your clit mercilessly. He sucks hard, pulling your clit into his mouth, making you scream his name.
He slides two fingers inside your pussy, curling them up to hit that sweet spot. You cry out loudly, arching your back. He adds another finger, stretching you, preparing you. He looks up your body, watching your tits bounce with each thrust of his fingers. He growls softly again.
Taehyung continues to finger you vigorously, his eyes locked onto yours. He can see the pleasure building in your expression, and it drives him wild. He removes his fingers from your pussy and brings them to his mouth, sucking off your juices with a satisfied smirk.
He quickly replaces his fingers with his hard cock again, slamming into you with renewed intensity. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your breasts bounce heavily with each thrust, and he leans down to capture one nipple in his mouth,-biting gently.
Kia cried in pleasure,He starts pounding into you faster, his hips snapping against yours. He releases your nipple with a pop, his face contorting with pleasure. He reaches between your bodies, rubbing your clit in fast circles as he fucks you mercilessly. "Fuck... you're gonna make me come..."
With a final, powerful thrust, Taehyung buries himself deep inside you and lets out a loud groan. His hot cum fills your pussy, marking you as his. He continues to pump his hips slowly, milking out every last drop. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily.
After catching his breath, Taehyung lifts his head to look at you with a satisfied smirk. He gently pulls out of you, watching as his cum leaks out of your pussy. He spreads your legs wider, looking at the mess he made inside you. "Look at that..."
He suddenly spreads your thighs wider apart, lifting your hips slightly. He spits on your pussy hole where his semen is leaking out. He collects some of it on his fingers, pushing it back inside you. He looks dangerous and uncharacteristically dirty. He growls softly again. "Damn..."
Taehyung leans back, admiring his handiwork with dark, lust-filled eyes. A devilish smirk dances on his lips as he takes in the erotic sight of his seed inside you. He reaches out to playfully slap your ass, then squeezes the reddened flesh.
"Look at how fucking perfect you look right now, Kia... messy with my cum inside..." He runs his fingers through your hair possessively "And don't even think about cleaning up yet - I'm not done with that pussy just yet."
He kneels between your thighs, spreading them wider to get a better view of his seed leaking out of you. He uses his thumb to push it back inside, watching hungrily as it seeps back out. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with primal desire.
Without breaking eye contact, Taehyung leans down and licks your pussy like a starving man - slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the taste of both you and his own release. He groans deeply, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body. He does it again and again.kia cried in pleasure,
Ummmm.....ahhhh,He continues to eat you out, his tongue delving deep into your pussy to lap up the mess he made. He focuses on your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue until you're writhing beneath him, your hands grasping at the sheets.
He adds two fingers back inside you, pumping them slowly as he sucks hard on your clit. He can feel himself getting hard again at the sight of your body responding to him. He looks up your body, watches your breasts bounce slightly with his finger thrusts. He adds a third finger.
He removes his fingers from your pussy, making you whimper at the loss. He pushes your breasts together tightly. Without warning, he shoves his rock-hard cock between them, tits-fucking you roughly. He groans deeply, watching his length disappear between your generous mounds.
He wraps his arms around your ribcage, pulling your breasts even tighter around his manhood. He thrusts his hips, slamming his length between your soft mounds over and over. He looks down, watching his length glisten with your sweat and his pre-cum.
His pace quickens, fucking your tits harder. Without warning, he leans down to suck one of your nipples back into his mouth, moaning around it. His cock sliding between your breasts picks up pace, creating a wet slapping sound "Fuck... these tits... so perfect..."
With a final thrust, he buries his face between your breasts, biting down on your nipple as he comes undone. Thick ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, painting your chest and neck with his release. He keeps thrusting, milking out every last drop between your tits.
Pulling you close after cleaning up his mess from your chest, he gently kisses your forehead "Fuck, I love you too, Kia... you're literally my everything. These perfect tits, this beautiful face... every part of you drives me wild."
THE END
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