“jungkook is obsessed with filming your clit being toyed with” that’s sooo hot fuck i would easily read a 10k word descriptive piece on this alone 😵💫😵💫 and also weirdly feels very accurate for him 🤔 anyway love the writing as usual!
oh wait you're quoting from the "bts - using their hands" scenario 😭 thank you jia 🤗
...it's all about giving you his undivided attention. we know damn well he keeps all this footage on a separate phone or shared camera just for this very purpose. and there are definitely bondage videos of him stored on it. and very sloppy spit-filled things. and a full-body massage he gave you. and some whimpering audios. his voice is delicious.
since you both keep this private religiously, jungkook keeps the camera locked away in a specific spot (even without a vault, in a home as dark as his no one would find it lmao). like this house is a vampire dungeon in and of itself. he essentially color-matched it to his exact hair tone, he's aesthetically inclined like that.
PS: i like when jk is written as more clit-focused than just penetration-fixated because i mean... a man who puts enormous effort into making his arms and hands stand out & appealing clearly knows what his partner likes and wants to direct attention to his fingers 👀
“You have the tendency to forget everything around you when you work. Including your own bodily needs. Jungkook wants to make sure that you are well taken care of after a long day of work. In every possible way and preferably in front of the open windows with the entire city as your audience.”
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, Smut
Warnings: service sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, Kookoo is a cuddly bunny, playful spanks, he is the cutest househusband, honestly he is The Man, men take notes this is how you get your woman to be obsessed with you, sex in the kitchen with the blinds still open ;), he calls her Mommy, a hint of exhibitionism cause of the open windows, they're in a penthouse though, the tingliest kissing, nipple play & licking, neck kisses, handjob, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex against the counter & on top of the counter, strength kink, rough & needy sex, creampies, oral sex (f.receiving) feat. cum eating, multiple orgasms for both, squirting, praise, poor googie is sooo sensitive & needy, but also really rough and sexy, vocal!koo, hints at past sexual trauma he helped her heal from, snuggly aftercare, lots of giggles hehe <3
Wordcount: 6.2k | Minors DNI
a/n: how long has it been since i last posted something about the aaol!couple??? way too fucking long oh my lorddd i missed them :( they are so precious to me and gosh i adore their love <3 have fun besties ♥️ ps this is yet another request of kinktober24 they wanted kitchen sex with koo in a rope
You lift your head at the sound of knocking. Jungkook is in the doorway, wearing yoga clothes.
“Hey”, he says, giving you a small wave.
“Fucking hell, what time is it?” you blurt out, looking at your watch. “Fuck. Why is it already so late?”
“Why? Are you mad that I’m already home?” he asks in a chuckle, eyes showing that he feels a little hurt from your reaction.
“No, of course not. Just didn’t think that it’s already eight. Why are you dressed like this?”
He furrows his brows in confusion, “huh? Because today’s Wednesday and I have yoga class on Wednesday.”
“You do. Sorry, I forgot.”
“It’s alright. Are you busy?” he asks.
“Yes, but what’s up?”
“I…” He blinks in confusion, laughing breathily. “...am home. You’ve been home. I wanted to say hi.”
“Yeah, sure of course. Of course, you did. I’m sorry. This was mean.” You rub your eyes. “Sorry, my brain’s a mess.”
“It’s alright. I can come back later.”
You set the pen down, “no, please come here. How was your day, babyboy?”
Jungkook finally finds the confidence to enter your office. He closes the distance in big steps, climbing your lap once he reaches your side. He purrs happily, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.
“My day was alright”, he murmurs.
You run your hands up and down his back and butt, resting your chin on his shoulder.
“Is something the matter?” you ask because you didn’t expect him to sit on your lap right now. A lot of the times when Jungkook does it after work, he had a bad day.
“No, nothing. I just want to be held.”
“And you’d talk to me if something were?”
“I would.”
“Alright.” You kiss his ear before snuggling into him. “My cuddle bunny, so snuggly and warm.”
Jungkook hums, melting closer. Your chests are pressed together, hearts beating in sync. He smells so good. He thinks the same of you. The position also naturally allows you to feel his body weight on you which really calms you down.
Your hands instinctively find their way under his soft jumper so you can scratch his bare skin. Goosebumps cover his back instantly.
“Don’t stop. This feels so good”, he asks, rubbing your upper back in return.
“Mhm.”
You like when Jungkook wears jumpers to yoga. His body fills them out so well and it makes him look so cutely nerdy. Especially when he pairs them with glasses.
You draw hearts on his upper back, feeling exhaustion creep up on you. You have been working since lunch without any breaks. Not even one for water or a quick stretch. Jungkook’s presence finally dragged you back to reality and it is catching up with you quickly.
“You must be a psychic because I needed this”, you speak in a whisper because it felt right to do.
“Why? Is everything alright with you?”
“Yes, everything is alright. I just haven’t looked up from my book since lunch.”
“No, don’t do that. Please take breaks”, he whines.
“I know, I know. I should.”
“Yes, you should. It’s so healthy for you.”
“I have you now, don’t I?” You pat his butt. “I’m the epitome of health because of you.”
He huffs air in defeat, mumbling something unintelligible against your neck as he snuggles you even more vigorously.
“What was that?” you ask in a chuckle.
“Nothing.”
“Mhhm, sure”, you purr and give him a playful, gentle spank.
Jungkook sighs, wiggling his hips. He settles on you again afterwards, body relaxing completely.
“Do you still have a lot to go through today?” he asks.
“Maybe another hour of repetition. Why?”
“Just so.”
“Have you planned something which involves me, babyboy?”
“Now I have.”
“Really?”
“Hm-mh.”
“Are you gonna tell me?”
“No.” He shivers because of your back scratches. “Your fingers feel so good, my love.”
“Mhm”, you relax against him, drawing figures on his lower back. “Tell me your plans.”
“No, you’ll see them soon.”
You hum, spanking him again. Jungkook snickers, hips chasing you instinctively.
“Brat.”
He agrees with a cute purr, kissing your neck. He knows exactly how to make your heart race. Oh, to think that somewhere out there exists a reality where you and he never met. It seems crazy to even imagine.
“How was yoga?” you ask him.
“Really relaxing. I needed it after work.”
“Why? What happened?”
“I had too many meetings, talked to my accountant way too long and had a two hour lunch meeting with the graphics team.”
“Sounds like your personal nightmare.”
“It was. I hate socialising. Honestly, the moment we as a society started using socialising as a tool for capitalism instead of community, the world went to shit.”
You laugh.
“I mean it. Why do I have to pretend as if I cared what Mr So-and-so of company Whatever did on the weekend? He and I both know that we are only talking to each other because we have to be in a stupid meeting together. Let’s just stop pretending that we care about each other, please can we as a society ban stupid, dishonest socialising?”
“Damn bunnybaby, you really had A Day, didn’t you?”
Jungkook huffs out air, following it up with a defeated, agonised whimper. Like a little puppy whose paws got stepped on.
“Yeah, it sucked”, he whines, pouting.
“Gosh, poor baby. I’m sorry”, you coo, petting him.
“Thanks. I really need all of your pity”, he jokes.
You laugh, patting his butt, “okay, okay. All my pity is yours. You poor, mistreated puppy, how much you had to suffer.”
Jungkook hums happily, wiggling his toes. He squeezes you.
“Thank you.” One more squeeze then he finally sits up. “Now, I need to take a shower. I’m stinky.”
“You aren’t, but go ahead. If it makes you feel better.”
“It will. I need to wash off the day, seriously.”
He gets off your lap and studies your notes for a moment. You watch him quietly, enjoying his presence. Suddenly, he looks over his shoulder, eyes gleaming mischievously.
“Do you…want to join me?” he offers, making you chuckle and pat his butt.
“Not tonight. I’m almost finished.”
“Fine, whatever. It’s not like I’m your neglected husband or anything. “
“Hey!” A sharper spank. “Unfair and uncalled for. You know I coddle you.”
He snickers, apologising with a kiss to your forehead.
“You do.”
“Tch. Spoiled brat.”
He agrees with a hum, leaving the office afterwards. You return to your work and time becomes a blur once again. You love your work. Which was definitely not your reality for far too many years. Meeting Jungkook was your rebirth, it allowed you to finally create the life you always wanted so these days you get to work and love every second of it.
Just like before, another knock on your open door rips you back to reality. You lift your head to the view of Jungkook. He is wearing his navy blue lounging rope with some slippers. He closed it with the matching belt, but the silky material slipped open in the front just enough to expose parts of his chest. Not enough to appear improper, but still enough to keep you mesmerised.
“What time is it?” you ask.
“Ten past nine.”
“Urgh fuck, seriously this thesis is stealing every sense from me. The words are leaving me so easily.”
“That’s good to hear. I’m happy that you are enjoying it.”
“Hm-mh, I do”, you say and go to rub your eyes. “I might actually be able to finish another chapter tonight.”
“Do you have to?”
“What do you mean?”
You meet his eyes. He smiles the kind of smile he does when he wants to be sweet. It is one of your favourites.
“I want to have you to myself for the rest of the night. Please?”
“Oh Bunny.” You stand up and round the desk.
Jungkook offers you his hands to take, pulling you into a hug once you take them. He sways from side to side, rubbing your back.
“Is this is a yes?”
“Mhm, it’s a yes.”
He hums and buries his face in the crook of your neck. You hold him close, running your fingers through his insanely soft hair.
“I’m proud of you”, he whispers against your skin, “I hope you know that.”
“I do and thank you. Your support means the world to me.”
“But.” He kisses your neck then straightens up. “You worked enough for today. It’s time to relax. I want to show you my plans.”
“You are? How mysterious indeed. Show me.”
Jungkook leads you downstairs to a candlelight dinner set up on the dining table. The speakers play slow bossanova and a video of a fireplace is showing on the TV. He turned off all the main lights, keeping the place moody and cozy.
“Wow Bunny, this is so pretty.”
“I thought you deserved it after nine hours of work. Nine hours, my love. You are crazy.”
“Honestly I might have gone crazy, yeah. My masters are a lot harder than my bachelors, but I’m enjoying it.”
“I’m so glad that you are.”
Jungkook pulls out the chair for you and pushes it back in as you sit down. He massages your shoulders, making you lean back into him and close your eyes.
“This is so nice”, you sigh.
“You’re really tight”, he speaks in a calming voice, massaging your knotted muscles.
“Yeah, I know.”
Jungkook knows exactly how to help with his massages. You were the one who taught him and he was the most eager pupil. These days, he is a master at giving massages and he gives them gladly without having to be asked.
Tonight is no different. He massages your aching neck and shoulders until there is actual relief, ending it by kissing the crown of your head.
“What can I get you to drink, my lady?” he asks.
“What do you have to offer?”
“Water, sparkling water, apple juice, lemon soda and I think we have Milkies.”
“Just some water then. I haven’t hydrated in hours.”
“Very well, water it is.”
“Your massage was amazing, thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
He returns with the drinks, serving them in fancy wine glasses.
“This is one way to do this”, you snicker.
“Only the best for the lady”, he says, making you laugh.
He hurries to the kitchen island next to bring the food.
“Tonight’s dish is creamy mushroom pasta with parmigiano reggiano, truffle butter and seasonal mushrooms. It is spiced with Indian black pepper, truffle oil and some flakes of sea salt.”
“Wow, sounds yummy.”
He puts the plate down.
“And it’s so nicely plated. This must have been so much work, thank you so much.”
“It was actually quicker than you think. I hope that it will taste nice.”
He kisses you on the lips. You hum, caressing his cheek and smiling up at him when he pulls back.
“I’m sure that it will. Your cooking is always amazing. Thank you, my bunny love.”
“Of course. Enjoy.”
Food, as always when Jungkook cooks, is delicious. The pasta is cooked al dente, the parmesan goes so well with the pepper and the truffle oil and mushrooms add a hint of earthiness to the taste which you really enjoy. You ask him for a second portion, which makes him hold his head high. He deserves every second of pride. Dinner is amazing.
“I’m so happy, this was perfect”, you say after finishing, standing up to clear the table.
“Let me”, he offers.
“But you already cooked.”
“It’s alright. I want to clean, it grounds me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, more than sure.” He pecks your cheek, snatching the plates from your hands. “Take a shower maybe?”
“You’ve got something for me, haven’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
You chuckle, sending him a look.
“Of course you don’t. How could I assume anything differently?”
“Just take a shower”, he says, eyes gleaming in excitement.
“Fine, I will.”
Jungkook indeed has something for you. He filled the bathtub and kept the water heater on so you are able to sink into the perfectly hot bath. Your favourite bathing oil fills the room with its relaxing scent. A set of new, but freshly washed, pyjamas waits for you folded on the small table you have in the bathroom. He even laid out your favourite sheet mask and some grapes to snack on.
You think of an alternate reality as you relax in the bath. A reality where you never gave him a chance, a reality where you walked away and never allowed him to knock down your walls and show you how much love he has to give. This could have been your life. You could be somewhere out there not knowing how sweet and loving Jungkook is. If only you were less brave, this moment right now would have never happened. You are so glad that you didn’t give up on yourself back then. How lucky you are that you did what you did.
You feel the unbearable desire to be close to him once you leave the bathroom.
He is in the kitchen again, looking for something sweet. He has a show on pause in the living room.
“The shower was nice.”
He turns, smiling at you.
“Yes?”
“Mhm, yes. So nice.” You wrap your arms around his waist, gazing at him. “It’s exactly what I needed. But it’s weird, someone left water in our tub. I emptied it just in case.”
He pouts, making you snicker.
“It’s not funny.”
“I think it is.” You kiss his cute nose. “Seriously though, thank you. This was such a nice surprise.”
“I wanted to help you relax.”
“And you did. I’m so relaxed.” You touch his lower back and butt. “And if you let me, I’d like to be close to you.”
He nods his head, “I’d like this a lot.”
“I’m talking about sex, by the way.”
He chuckles, “I know.”
“Okay.”
You kiss his jawline and neck. Jungkook sighs softly, lowering himself to make it easier for you. He is so pretty with his eyes closed. His hands hold your hips with so much tenderness.
“Would it be okay with you if we improvised tonight?” you ask.
“More than okay. I didn’t clean out though, just a warning.”
“Alright, I will take it into consideration”, you trail your kisses to the other side. Jungkook sighs, exposing his neck willingly. Neck kisses from you make him shiver so much, especially when the promise of sex is in his mind. They feel so tingly and exciting then.
Your hands cradle his face as your lips return to the centre. You begin slowly, pecking his lips over and over again until Jungkook exhales shakily and cradles your cheeks. He shimmies impatiently, stubbing you with his nose.
You wanted this to happen. You believe that kissing is an art form too many people try to rush. You are a connoisseur of it however, taking it slow is your trademark. The attraction which grows between you and Jungkook always tastes so sweet when you do.
It is also so lovely to witness the growing desperation Jungkook experiences and how warm you start to feel yourself.
You break connection to his lips, peppering kisses down his chin and his throat until you reach his collarbones. His chest rises and sinks quickly, the smallest noises leave him with each kiss you place. You worship his collarbones until he squirms again.
You cradle his face and pull his head down. Jungkook chases you, moaning against your lips when you finally kiss him again. He tries to lick into your mouth, but you slow him down. How sweetly he whimpers because of it, how urgently his hands begin to roam your body.
Lips dance with lips, whenever his tongue darts out you take the kiss away, smiling fondly when he whimpers and whines, only to start it anew. Lips on lips, denial, rewards. The tension tastes saccharine, your bodies exist in a liminal space of attraction and growing desires. It is warm and feels safe.
Jungkook curses and grabs your butt. He won’t let you pull back again and so you take it away completely.
He mewls, chasing you at first before having to roll his head back and stick his chest out to chase your lips with it. Your tender hands push the rope apart, exposing his pecs and most importantly his nipples.
His knees buckle when you place the first kiss on his right nipple. He moans your name, gasping for air afterwards. Warmth fills his veins and travels down to his cock. He feels so honestly turned on. This isn’t just biology: attractive man sees attractive woman and wants to be with her. This is genuine desire. The kind which makes his heart race and his skin tingle.
“Please”, he begs once he cannot take another kiss on his nipples. You worshipped them so well. They are so swollen by now, the skin around them is flushed and tender.
You purr, tugging on his left nipple one last time before lifting your head again. You dance your hands to his face, Jungkook drops his head into your palms and begs for your kiss with his eyes.
“You are so handsome in this rope”, you whisper, pulling him into the kiss.
Jungkook’s knees buckle, he hooks his arms behind your head, using your shoulders for support. Your tongue darts at his lips and he instantly takes the invitation. It is your turn to wobble and grasp him for support. He is so good at tongue kissing. This is perfect.
Your bodies seek each other instinctively. Your stomach presses against his’, drawing attention to his swollen cock. He whimpers, exhaling through his nose and tickling your cheek with it.
“Mhhm”, you purr, walking your hand down. You slip it inside his rope, wrapping it around his cock.
The kiss breaks as Jungkook gasps for air. You meet his droopy gaze, lips tingling from what you did before. Your heart races when you glide your hand up and down his cock and it makes his lids flutter.
“You’re my good boy”, you whisper, making him throb between your fingers.
Jungkook whimpers, biting his lower lip. His gaze clouds over with such trusting and honest submission. It feels as if he is coming home when he falls into such a state.
“Take off my pants, bunnybaby.”
His hands shake as he obeys your order. He isn’t nervous or scared, he is just so turned on. So honestly and deeply turned on. He works the pants down over your butt and then gravity does the rest.
“Good boy”, you praise, stepping out of them and pushing him back into the counter at the same time.
Jungkook collides with a needy moan, rolling his hips up into your fist. He leaks all over your fingers, throbbing so cutely.
You twist your hand around his sensitive tip, tongue kissing him deeply. Jungkook has to grasp your waist or he would crumble like a fragile cookie.
You switch your places during the kiss, doing it so naturally that Jungkook seems disoriented once you break the kiss. You keep him with you with just your eye contact. He is so mesmerised that he doesn’t even notice when you stop playing with his cock or when you open his rope.
He feels your hands dance on his stomach and his state finally seeps into his consciousness.
“Mommy”, he keens.
You smile at him, “I want to have you here”, you whisper.
“Yes, please.”
You turn around and bend over the counter. You can look at him through the reflection in the window.
Jungkook’s eyes flit to your butt. He touches it and slides his right hand between your legs. You purr, lowering your head to the counter and closing your eyes halfway.
Jungkook’s breath hitches and shudders.
“What’s the matter?” you ask, finding so much pleasure from looking at his face.
“You’re so wet.”
“I am”, you sigh and give him a fond smile.
“Oh god”, he whimpers, shimmying impatiently. How cute he is.
“Go on, bunny”, you encourage him.
Jungkook doesn’t wait any longer. He steps closer. You straighten up and turn your head so you can look at him when he enters you. Your hand is in his soft hair, your lips are so close. His left arm hugs you against his chest, fingers dimpling your softness.
Jungkook aligns himself with you and pushes inside. You welcome him easily, forcing him to place his right hand over yours. Your fingers lace together, like this you and he are both grasping the edge of the counter.
“___”, he whimpers, chasing your lips. He looks drugged, gazing at you as if you were his salvation.
“You are doing so good”, you breathe, tingling as he fills you more and more.
He bottoms out. You and he moan together, drawing closer. Now you are finally one again. There is nothing better than this.
“Please kiss me”, he begs.
“My good boy”, you whisper and fulfill his wish. You and he find the rhythm instantly, moaning and sighing together.
Jungkook’s hips begin moving, allowing you and he both to bathe in warm pleasure. It feels so fucking good to be together. You fit him like a glove, he fits like your missing puzzle piece. When he is inside you, nothing else matters.
His movements press your hips into the hard and cold counter. It is such an addictive contrast to his soft and warm body pressing against your back. His hand over yours feels both protective and as if it was seeking support with you. It is so deeply intimate to know that you both need to grasp the edge for support and that you decided to do it together.
An especially deep thrust of his’, forces you to break the kiss and groan against his lips.
“Am I hurting you?” he checks in.
“No, don’t stop”, you moan.
Jungkook drinks in the blissed out state of you, falling in love more and more. He drops his left hand down and connects his fingers with your clit. He doesn’t need instruction on where to find her. Your body is familiar to him, making you feel good is his life’s purpose.
“Fuck. Jungkook”, you get out, head rolling to the front and body dropping on the counter. You stick your hips up, angling his cock deeper this way. You are tensing your muscles naturally, tightening around him. This is getting better for you and him, just because Jungkook started to play with your clit.
“Don’t stop. Seriously, you feel amazing.”
He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He is in paradise. The shape of your walls is so familiar to his cock and yet it surprises him every time he has the privilege to fuck you. How can you be so paradisiacal? How can you feel this goddamn good? Jungkook swears he will forget the answer every single time and feel like it is the first time with you.
He pulls out all the way to his tip and fills you again in a smooth thrust. He circles his hips once deep inside, basking in the harsh squeeze your walls do in reaction to him hitting your favourite spot. Pulling out feels all the more intense afterwards because you desperately try to keep him inside with strong contractions. Jungkook grows weaker and weaker by the second.
“Don’t slow down. Faster.”
“Oh god, Mommy”, he keens, obeying your wishes even if this makes his legs shake.
“Yes! Fuck, so good. My good boy”, you moan, arching your back.
The only reason why Jungkook hasn’t climaxed yet is because he is concentrating on keeping his fingers on your clit. If you allowed his brain to turn off, he wouldn’t last even a second.
“That’s it. Fucking hell, yes”, you encourage him, melting deeper into the counter. You lift your leg onto it, which you instantly find out was a mistake.
Jungkook sees it happening, he feels how it affects your pussy and finally gets a view of the penetration. The poor man loses any ability of control, hips stuttering to a halt as his orgasm takes control.
“Ah! No, sorry. Mommy, sorryyyy”, he keens, scrunching his face and tensing his stomach in a desperate attempt to stop it. Too late. It feels so good and wrong at the same time. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, he sobs, filling you with his bittersweet release.
You gawk at him in the reflection of the window. You expected anything but this. Fuck, you must have really worked him up tonight. You could never be mad at this. Not when it is so exciting to know how much he enjoys you.
Jungkook is still so apologetic afterwards, blanketing you under him and whimpering into your neck as he kisses you.
“I’m so sorry Mommy. It was an accident. I’m sorry.”
You chuckle, burying your hand in his hair. Jungkook lifts his head, meeting your eyes.
“Needy baby”, you tease, “couldn’t have waited for me to get there, mhm?”
“I’m sorry, you lifted your leg and I-” he whimpers, lips trembling, “please don’t be mad at me, Mommy.”
“Never”, you kiss his pout away, making him sigh in relief, “you still owe me an orgasm though.”
“I know”, he chokes out.
“You know what’s best used for apologies, mhm?”
Jungkook understands, whimpering happily. He pulls his softened cock out of you and lets you turn around. Then he hooks his arms under your legs, lifting you up onto the counter this way. With your legs still swung around his arms, he lowers himself to your messy pussy.
“Mhhm yes”, you sigh, squirming on the counter sensually. This is amazing. You put your legs over his shoulder, allowing for his hands to roam free. And Jungkook wastes no time on exploring you. He slides his left hand under your shirt so he can play with your nipples. His right hand dances down to your pussy.
“How many?” he asks.
“Three.”
He moans, tongue trembling against your clit as he gives you what you need. Three of his long, slender fingers. His cock stretched you out so well that your walls welcome him eagerly. He instantly picks up a harsher rhythm, knowing that he stole you of it when he lost control too soon.
He spreads his cum everywhere, slurping and licking it off of you eagerly. He should clean after making a mess. It is only polite to do so. He enjoys his own taste, lapping at your swollen pussy with happy moans.
“Urgh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck”, you chant, toes curling and back arching. His premature orgasm turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Jungkook is so much more precise with his fingers, bringing you to the brink of heaven’s gates each time he curls them against your g-spot. This is the kind of precision only fingers get down and you feel fucking high.
His eager mouth on your clit does the rest. It is so wet and warm, his tongue is so quick. You remember the first night with him. Back in the dingy sex club room with its red walls and red bedding. He was nervous, it was his first time at such a club, and got naked without being asked. You thought that he would only come for a blowjob, but he ate you out afterwards until his time ran out and you had forgotten your own name. You couldn’t get him out of your head after that. Fatal attraction pulled you in and you are so glad that you let it.
“Yes, Bunny! Yes, holy fuck yes.”
Jungkook’s head pounds. You are shaking so much. Your sweet taste mixes with his’. He feels drunk. It is the only kind of drunk he wants to be these days, the only kind of drunk he swims in happily.
He drools on your clit, lapping it right up as his fingers fuck your convulsing pussy. He keeps his index and ring finger crossed over his middle finger, providing you with girth and depth at the same time. His pinkie finger brushes over your hole every now and then, his thumb is tickling your thigh. Every single thing he does is to give you pleasure. Every movement, every angle, every moan and lick.
This is his way of making sure that you are well taken care of after a long day. You would work yourself to death if he didn’t care for you at the end of the day. The fact that this has to happen in front of the entire city is a miniscule side effect.
“I’m seriously so close, fuck”, you get out, grasping bundles of his hair. Your legs press him closer to you, air gets sparse. He embraces it, mind racing with memories of being your chair. He loves when you sit on his face. This is pure codeine to him.
Jungkook squeezes your breast rather vigorously and wraps his entire mouth around your clit to suck her off all while his fingers pound you stupid. He is so addictive when he gets rougher.
“Bunny, I’m cumming”, you wail, feeling so good falling like this. Your orgasm starts everywhere at the same time because this is what Jungkook can do. He can open you up to levels of pleasure previously unknown to you. It has always been this way, since the very first meeting.
You scream his name, giving the world a show of your highest form of ecstasy as you writhe on the counter like a pornstar. Any voyeur watching is getting a great show, they’re probably so jealous that they cannot have what you have.
“Fuck, ah!”
Jungkook drinks every single droplet you feed him, moaning with you. There is nothing better to him than your taste. You are sweeter than sweet, coating his throat and running down his chin.
The moments after are messy and soaked in a certain kind of urgency. You sit up, legs sliding down his shoulders. Jungkook manages to kiss your lips, feeding you the sweetness he was able to feast on. His messy fingers leave you and grab his own cock. He is so hard again and his trembling hand guides it to your tightened cunt.
The kiss breaks when he penetrates you. Your widened eyes meet his teary eyes.
“Please”, he begs despite being balls deep inside you already. As if you and he still had a chance to go back, as if stopping was still an option.
You allow him to continue with a nod of your head, lifting your legs and bending them. You are lying on the counter, presenting your puffy cunt to him.
Jungkook curses, grasping your thighs possessively as his hips pick up an urgent rhythm. You mewl, grasping the edge and curling your toes.
“Jungkook! Ah! Jungkook!”
“You feel so good. You feel fucking amazing. Holy shit, what the fuck”, he chants through gritted teeth, muscles tensing as he chases your cunt’s embrace. His grip on your thighs is possessive. He doesn’t want to let you get away. Not ever. He is yours and he isn’t done dedicating himself to you. His heavy balls hit your ass whenever he bottoms out, his cock is so much more swollen and veiny as it reshapes your insides.
This is what happens when you and he create attraction so strong that it soaks every fibre in your bodies. This is the kind of mess you and he will find yourselves in when you turn each other on by kissing. Needy, messy fucking on the kitchen counter with all the blinds open. The city at night is your unwilling voyeur, the lights outside the curious audience.
“Jungkook! Yes, Jungkook!”
“Fuck, my love”, he growls, pulling your legs further apart. There has to be a special kind of tension between you and him for you to scream his name as much as you do tonight. Normally you praise him, you call him sweet names and adore his efforts. When you only retort to screaming his name, Jungkook did something especially right.
You are cockdrunk, turning him just as pussydrunk. It doesn’t matter that you leak on the counter, the mess is what’s best. Jungkook can’t get enough of looking at it, growling each time he gets a view of his slickened cock and trembling each time the mess gathers by your puffy entrance as he pushes inside.
Your fingers play with your clit. You know that you can go again. He made you sensitive with his fingers and now shows you what his cock can do.
“Just warning you, this is gonna make me squirt”, you get out shakily, resorting to moaning afterwards.
“Good”, he growls, working towards his most desired goal.
“Jungkook, ah! I fucking love sex with you”, you mewl, writhing on the counter like a happy sinner.
“My love”, Jungkook whimpers, hips stuttering for a moment before he catches himself again. He knows how much this means coming from you. He remembers how much you hated sex at first because of your past traumas, how you lived in the belief that it was supposed to be uncomfortable and painful. To think that you love it these days, that you can fall so completely and enjoy it wholeheartedly makes him want to implode in happiness.
“Ah!” You tense up. “Ho-holy fuck, this is it. This is it. Kook, Bunny. Fuck!”
His excitement forced him to speed up and angle his cock even better. Jungkook moans with you, trying so hard to keep the rhythm going. His legs are shaking, his grip on your thighs is slipping. He scrunches his face, growling with each breath he takes.
“You’re beautiful. Holy fuck. Ah, shit. Ah ___.”
“Now, now…now!”
He catches you as you fall, fighting the urge to let go with you. He can’t, he has to keep moving to help you break apart completely. He can do it again. You feel safe with him. He can help you release a second time.
“You’re beautiful, Mommy. Ah, you’re so fucking beautiful”, he talks you through it, knees buckling once he breaks your composure and your wet orgasm covers him. Again. Like he planned. This is everything to him and complete paradise for you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you chant, convulsing in the exposed position. All of this is his doing. His harsh thrusts, his strong grasp on your thighs and the pressure on your stomach. He makes it this fucking good. So good in fact that you cry in gratitude for sharing life with him.
“Cum for me, Bunny”, you order, craving the warmth of it. You feel so starved of an even deeper connection. “Fill me up, my bunnybaby.”
“Mommy!” Jungkook instantly lets go, throwing his head back and arching his back. It is as if he was just waiting for it, crying your name now that it finally happens.
“That’s it, good boy. Give me everything, you are such a good boy”, you talk him through it. Your body is coming down while he is orgasming. It is the tingliest state to find yourself in. You feel so warm and satisfied.
“Mommy, thank you”, Jungkook finishes with a whimper, pulling you up into a hug. His cock stays inside, you scoot to the edge of the counter to make it possible, wrapping your shaky legs around his waist and taking him into your arms.
“I love you so fucking much”, you press out, seeking the feeling of his skin against yours.
“I love you too”, he whimpers, twitching as he comes down.
Heavy breathing fills the kitchen as you and he come down together. Holding each other is what you both need. It is incredibly healing. Just you and him, exhausted and full of oxytocin. Nobody will ever be able to take this high away.
“I’m happy”, you whisper.
“Me too.”
“This was amazing.”
“It was.” He snuggles closer. “I’m dizzy.”
“Wanna get comfy on the couch?”
“I’d like that.”
You and he clean up with some paper towels, getting snuggly on the sofa afterwards. He is resting between your legs, head on a pillow right next to your head. You like feeling his body weight on you. You are playing with his hair, watching the lights of the galaxy lamp dance on the ceiling. This is meditative.
“We have to deep clean the counter later”, you decide in a whisper. He snickers and you join him. “We have too much sex in the kitchen. You know those couples, people say “you can’t eat at everyone’s place” about?”
“Mhm.” He kisses your cheek. “What about them?”
“We’re them.”
He laughs, “no, don’t say that. We clean so well afterwards”, he whines.
“I know.” You chuckle.
He giggles, snuggling closer. You give him a tight squeeze.
“Fuck Bunny, I really love coming down together with you. It’s so nice.”
“Yeah, it is. I adore you so much.”
“I adore you too.”
You and he exchange a loving look. This is your thing. If you or he feels more than love for each other, if it is so strong and big that the word Love feels unworthy, you tell each other that you adore the other. It means: “Hey I love you so much more than love.”
You snicker together, stubbing noses before snuggling into each other. What a wonderful life you share.
“I’m so glad that I didn’t give up on you, you know.”
“Me too.” He hugs you tightly. “Thank you so much for wanting to heal with me.”
Pairing: uni student!Jungkook x uni teacher!female reader
Genre: smut
Word Count: 9.3k
Summary: Jungkook falls for his professor. She makes the rules - and he loves breaking them.
Warnings: MDNI, Explicit, 18+, smut, cursing, dom!female reader, sub!Jungkook, age gap (both 18+), sexual tension, power imbalance, teasing, fixation, power play, slight emotional manipulation, “good boy” 😮💨 explicit: dom/sub dynamics, kissing, handjob, oral (f. & m. Receiving), riding, unprotected sex, edging (!!)
A/N: 2 hours later… heyyyyy anon 🫶 hopefully this is what you wanted, if not lmk! and I’ll work on something else but this just flew out of me. I was in the editing process and added an extra 2k words bc it just felt right 🤭
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It started with her heels.
I was already two minutes away from walking out.
Hungover, hoodie barely on, no clue why I even enrolled in Chemistry 204 when I knew I’d probably flunk it by midterms. This was supposed to be a throwaway class- just some gen-ed requirement I’d forget about the second I passed it.
Then she walked in.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The sound echoed off the walls before I ever saw her. Slow. Sharp. Confident. Like she owned the floor under her. I glanced up- and fuck me, everything stopped.
She was… something else.
Tight blouse, dark skirt clinging to her curves like it had been sewn on her skin, lips painted in a color that made my mouth dry up. She walked like she knew we were all staring, like she’d counted on it.
My pulse was racing before she even spoke.
“Good morning,” she said, voice calm, rich, like velvet dragged across bare skin. “I’m Professor Y/N. This is Chemistry 204, and if you’re here to sleep or slack off, you’ll fail. I can promise you that.”
I felt my ears go hot.
I ducked my head, trying to act like I wasn’t already fantasizing about her throwing me out of class just so I could watch her mouth move again.
Jimin nudged me from the seat next to mine. “Dude. You’re literally salivating.”
“I’m not,” I hissed, even though I was a little.
She started handing out syllabi, walking row by row. And when she passed, her perfume hit me- something warm, like vanilla, but not too sweet. Clean. Dangerous. I stared at my desk like it held the secrets to the universe.
Then her voice. Right above me.
“Mr… Jeon?”
My throat closed. I looked up, and there she was. Looking right at me.
“Y-Yes.”
Her lips curved. Not a smile. Not a smirk. Just… something knowing. “Try not to fail my class.”
And just like that, she moved on. Like it meant nothing. Like she hadn’t just rearranged the entire structure of my brain chemistry with one look and seven words.
Jimin leaned over again, barely containing his laughter. “Ohhh, bro. You’re done for.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
My hands were clenched. My chest tight. She was already across the room again, giving someone else the kind of look that made me want to fight whoever they were.
I had no idea how I was going to survive this semester.
All I knew was that I wanted her to say my name again. That same tone. That same amused edge. Like she already knew every dirty thought racing through my head.
And God, there were a lot of them.
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She wasn’t looking at me.
Not directly, anyway. But every time I dared to glance up from the god-awful list of elements and safety rules in front of me, I swore her eyes brushed over mine. Like she knew. Like she felt it.
My stomach wouldn’t stop flipping.
“You’re so obvious,” Jimin muttered, leaning in. He didn’t even try to hide his amusement.
“Am not.”
“You are literally chewing your pencil and blushing like a schoolgirl.”
I dropped the pencil.
The first lab assignment was some basic formulaic reaction. Something about ionic bonds, but I couldn’t make sense of any of it. The paper might as well have been blank. All I could focus on was the sharp click of her heels circling the lab again, moving from table to table, her hips swaying with every step, her voice low and composed as she corrected some kid for not wearing safety goggles properly.
And then, suddenly, she was behind me.
I felt her before I heard her. A warmth along my back, the subtle scent of that same perfume from earlier- something warm and clean and sharp.
“You’re off by two protons, Mr. Jeon.”
I flinched. My fingers stumbled on my calculator.
“I- I thought- ”
“Clearly,” she interrupted, and then leaned closer. Her hand brushed over mine, adjusting the numbers on my worksheet. “Your aluminum ion is missing its charge. Pay attention.”
Her breath hit the back of my neck. I stopped breathing entirely.
She didn’t step back. Not right away. She lingered there, close enough that I could feel the fabric of her blouse rustle slightly as she moved. Then finally - finally - she pulled away, heels clicking off to the next table like she hadn’t just pulled my brain out of my skull and dropkicked it across the room.
Jimin was staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
“Did she just-?” he whispered.
“I don’t- yeah- I don’t know.”
“Are you sweating?”
“I think I blacked out.”
“Dude.”
I dropped my face into my hands, groaning low. “I’m gonna fail this class.”
“No, bro. You’re gonna die in it.”
When I looked up again, she was standing at the front of the class writing some formula on the board, but her hand paused for just a split second. Just long enough for her head to tilt slightly… toward me.
I sat up straighter, not even thinking.
And then she smiled- barely. The kind of smile you could miss if you blinked. The kind that wasn’t meant for the class.
It was meant for me.
And I was gone.
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The second the bell rang, I was out of my seat- heart racing, mind a total blur. I shoved my notebook into my bag without checking anything I’d written down, which probably didn’t matter because I hadn’t really written anything.
“You were twitching the whole time,” Jimin said as we stepped into the hallway. “Like she was controlling you with telepathy.”
“She wasn’t,” I mumbled, though I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.
“She basically whispered in your ear and adjusted your hand like it was foreplay.”
“Jesus, Jimin.”
“What? I’m not wrong.”
I glared at him but couldn’t argue. The feel of her hand guiding mine, the whisper of her breath against my neck. I could still feel it. Like my skin had absorbed the memory and refused to let go.
We reached the end of the hallway when I realized I’d forgotten my lab sheet on the desk.
“Shit- I’ll meet you at the quad,” I told Jimin, turning around.
Back in the lab, it was mostly empty. A few students still packing up. She was still there, seated behind her desk, glasses perched low on her nose as she reviewed a stack of papers.
I moved fast, snatching my sheet off the lab table, hoping not to be noticed. But as I turned to leave-
“Mr. Jeon.”
I froze.
She didn’t look up at first. Just made a note on the corner of a page with her pen, so slowly, so deliberately.
Then she looked up.
I swallowed hard. “Y-Yes?”
“You forgot your evaluation sheet.” She held up another paper- my lab report, apparently. “Come get it.”
I stepped forward, trying to walk normal. Trying not to let my legs turn to jelly.
She handed me the paper, but didn’t let go right away. Her eyes flicked up to mine, and for a second, the lab was too quiet.
“Next time,” she said softly, “try to stay present. You were… distracted today.”
“I- I wasn’t- ”
Her eyes dropped to the paper. “I left a comment. You might want to read it… thoroughly.”
My fingers curled around the edge of the sheet as she finally released it. I nodded, heart hammering, and turned to leave before I made a fool of myself again.
Outside, I opened the paper and scanned it.
There it was- her red ink looping elegantly across the bottom of the sheet:
“Try harder next time, Mr. Jeon.
Unless you want me to keep correcting your form.”
I stood there like an idiot, eyes stuck on that one sentence, while every part of me ignited.
“DUDE,” Jimin’s voice suddenly screamed behind me. “Tell me she did not just flirt with you on paper.”
I nearly dropped the sheet.
“Were you spying?!”
“I was walking back to get you,” he said, peering over my shoulder. “Okay, holy shit- that’s not even subtle.”
“It’s probably nothing,” I muttered, though my face was on fire.
“Oh, no. That was a coded message. She wants you to flirt back.”
“I can’t flirt with her,” I hissed. “She’s my professor.”
Jimin grinned like the devil himself. “Exactly. So the question is… are you gonna be a good boy?”
I didn’t answer.
Because I wasn’t sure I wanted to be.
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The next class, I walked in ten minutes early.
I told myself it was just to show responsibility, but really, I just needed to see if she’d say something- if last time meant something. I hadn’t slept much the night before, not with that damn note burning a hole in my backpack and her voice replaying in my head on a loop.
She was already at her desk, sipping coffee and flipping through a folder. She didn’t even glance up when I came in. And somehow, that was worse.
I took my seat. Tried to look normal. Breathed slow. One of those deep, calming breaths I practiced before performances. Except none of that helped when she finally looked up.
“Mr. Jeon,” she said, eyes calm, unreadable. “Stay after class today.”
My mouth opened. Nothing came out. Just a tiny squeak of acknowledgment.
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The entire period was a blur. I don’t remember the lab instructions. Don’t remember the worksheet. All I know is that every second felt like it ticked by in slow motion.
When class ended, students poured out, and I stayed seated, hands tight on the edge of the lab bench. My pulse was in my throat.
She closed the door behind the last student and walked back, heels echoing, slow and controlled.
“Follow me.”
I followed her like a dog on a leash.
She led me to the back of the lab where the sink station was. Rows of dirty glassware from the experiments sat there waiting. Beakers. Flasks. Tubes. Endless.
“You’re here to clean,” she said, gesturing with a gloved hand. “You’ve been inattentive. This is extra credit.”
“R-Right,” I muttered, grabbing the soap and nozzle, not daring to look up.
She stood behind me at first, then to the side. Watching. Not saying a word.
The room was dead quiet except for the sound of water and glass tapping gently against the sink. I could feel her eyes burning into me.
After about five minutes of silence, I felt her step closer.
“Are you always this obedient?”
I froze.
“Excuse me?”
“I give you a simple command, and you listen without question,” she said, voice smooth, soft, dangerous. “You haven’t asked what the cleaning is worth. Haven’t asked why. You just… followed.”
I turned my head slightly. “I thought it was an assignment.”
“Is it?” she asked, stepping so close I could see her reflection in the metal faucet. “Or is there another reason you’re so quick to do what I say?”
My grip on the glass tightened.
“I- You said I was distracted. I didn’t want to- ” I stopped talking. My words were unraveling. So was I.
She stepped behind me now, leaning in. I felt her breath again.
“Try not to shatter anything,” she whispered, fingers brushing the inside of my wrist just lightly enough to send sparks up my arm. “Some things are delicate.”
I stood perfectly still.
When she stepped away again, the cold rushed back in.
“Leave them for now,” she said, her voice back to calm. “You’ll come in earlier next week. We’ll continue then.”
“Yes, Professor.”
She walked to the door and opened it without looking back.
“Dismissed.”
I stepped out, legs shaking, barely able to hold my backpack strap.
Jimin was standing just down the hall, leaning against the wall with a smirk like he’d been waiting all day.
“I knew it,” he said.
“Knew what?”
“That you’d start cleaning for free just to breathe her air.”
I didn’t answer.
Because it wasn’t the air I was breathing.
It was her.
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The next week, I arrived fifteen minutes early.
This time, there was no pretending. No “I’m here for extra credit” excuse. I knew what this was. She knew too. I think that was the most dangerous part- how aware we both were, yet no one said it out loud.
She greeted me with a glance. No smile. No words. Just a glance that said, So you came back.
I started cleaning beakers without being told.
Her heels echoed faintly against the tile floor as she moved around the lab, prepping supplies for the day’s experiment. Her silence was more commanding than any speech. I scrubbed, rinsed, dried, my hands shaking slightly despite the repetition. I could still feel her fingertips on my wrist from last time.
After ten minutes, I heard her stop behind me.
“You missed a spot,” she said, stepping forward.
I glanced down at the beaker I was drying. Crystal clear.
“I- I don’t see- ”
She reached over, her fingers brushing mine as she took the beaker from my hands. Then she turned it in the light, her chest barely grazing my arm. I swallowed hard.
“There,” she said softly, pointing at nothing. Her voice dropped. “Or maybe you were just distracted again.”
I couldn’t speak. My entire body had gone still.
“Mr. Jeon,” she murmured, setting the beaker down carefully. “Are you easily distracted… or just easily controlled?”
I flinched.
She smirked. “Interesting.”
Before I could come up with any kind of reply, the first students began to filter into the lab. She stepped away instantly, heels clicking back to the front like nothing happened.
Class went on as usual.
Except nothing was usual anymore.
I couldn’t focus on the experiment. Couldn’t read the formulas. All I could think about was the whisper of her fingers against mine, the way her breath had curled against my neck, the scent of her perfume slowly burning its way into my skull.
When class ended, I packed up slowly, hoping maybe she’d call out to me again. But she didn’t.
I started heading out, heartbeat still a little too loud in my ears.
Then I heard her voice, smooth and quiet.
“Mr. Jeon.”
I turned around.
She was still behind the desk, one hand resting lazily on her notes, eyes calm but unreadable.
“Try harder next time,” she said. “Or I might have to… discipline you.”
My breath hitched.
She didn’t wait for a reply. She bent her head back to her notes like I didn’t exist.
But I did. I existed in every word she’d just said.
I walked out of that room shaking, like my body hadn’t caught up with what my brain had just registered.
Jimin met me outside again. “Well?”
“She said… she might discipline me.”
He choked on his drink. “You mean like… in a grade way?”
I stared blankly at the wall.
“No,” I whispered. “No, I don’t think so.”
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I stared at her office door for a full minute before I knocked.
It was Friday. Cloudy. The kind of gray that sat heavy over the campus, cool air brushing over my skin as I stood alone in the hall, palms sweating despite the chill.
I told myself it was just for help. That I needed to raise my grade. But the truth was, I hadn’t slept right in days. Not since she said the word discipline with that look on her face, like she knew exactly what it did to me.
So here I was. About to walk into the lion’s den like I hadn’t spent all week thinking about her voice in the dark.
I knocked.
“Come in,” she said, calm and clear.
I opened the door slowly. Her office was warm, light filtering in through the half-closed blinds. Shelves of books lined the back wall. Her desk was cluttered in a curated way, like everything had a place, even the chaos.
She was sitting behind it, glasses on, pen in hand. She didn’t look surprised to see me.
“Mr. Jeon,” she said, motioning to the seat across from her. “You’re early.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “I… wanted to ask about the last lab.”
She nodded, didn’t press.
I sat down.
The chair was low. Too low. Which meant I had to sit up straight to look her in the eye. Which meant I was fully aware of how long her legs looked crossed beneath that desk.
“So,” she said, sliding a paper toward me. “Let’s look at where you went wrong.”
I reached for it, but our hands brushed again.
There it was- that spark.
I swallowed hard and focused on the page. I couldn’t read it. Didn’t even try.
“You need to be more thorough,” she said, voice soft but edged. “You’re sloppy with your ions. Your math is lazy. It’s almost like you’re not trying.”
“I am,” I said quickly. “Trying, I mean. I just- chemistry’s never been- ”
“ -your strength,” she finished for me. Then her voice dropped lower. “I know. That’s why you’re here.”
I looked up.
Her eyes were locked on mine. Unmoving. Calm. Too calm.
The air thickened.
She stood.
Walked around the desk.
Sat on the edge.
Right in front of me.
Her knee nearly touched mine. She didn’t adjust her skirt. Didn’t move back. I could smell her again, something clean and dark, like cedar and sin.
“You want extra credit, Mr. Jeon?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.
I nodded, too fast.
Her lips curved just slightly. “Then sit still. And listen carefully.”
I froze.
She leaned in- not touching me, not yet, but close enough that her presence overwhelmed the space between us.
“There are rules,” she whispered. “And you will follow them if you want to pass. Are we clear?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
I blinked.
She raised an eyebrow. “Yes… Professor.”
I swallowed. “Yes, Professor.”
Then she stood, walked back to her chair, and resumed grading papers like nothing happened.
I sat there stunned, fists clenched in my lap, trying not to burst into flames.
“You’re dismissed,” she said without looking up.
I practically ran out.
And I was still hard when I reached the end of the hall.
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It was a different day. A different lecture.
Same obsession.
I’d managed to make it through most of the class without combusting- barely. She’d worn a black blouse today, sheer enough in the right light to show the outline of her bra if you stared too long. So, of course, I stared too long.
She didn’t call on me during the lesson. Didn’t make eye contact much. But I could feel her awareness in the way she moved, in the quiet control she had over the room.
It made me ache.
When the bell rang, my heart was still thudding like it had spent the whole hour doing laps in my chest. I had one foot out the door when her voice cut through the noise like a wire pulled tight.
“Mr. Jeon.”
I stopped.
Turned.
She was still seated, one leg crossed over the other, perfectly still behind her desk. She didn’t look up right away- just tapped her pen against her lips with that same slow, deliberate rhythm that always did things to me.
“I have one more thing for you,” she said, finally lifting her gaze. “Sit.”
I obeyed, because of course I did.
The classroom was already half-empty, the shuffle of feet and zip of backpacks fading into the hallway as I returned to my seat, suddenly hyper-aware of every breath I took.
She didn’t move from her chair this time. Just watched me, eyes calm but piercing.
“We’re going to do an oral quiz.”
I blinked. “A what?”
“Oral,” she repeated, her tone clipped but soft. “Verbal. Spoken. I ask, you answer. No thinking. Just reaction.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
Her eyes locked on mine. “Ready?”
No.
“Yes,” I said.
She leaned back slightly, her voice smooth as silk. “Name the element with the atomic number six.”
“Carbon,” I replied quickly.
“Good,” she said. “And the bond formed between two nonmetals?”
“Covalent.”
Her eyes narrowed just slightly. “What happens when heat is applied too quickly to a volatile compound?”
“It… it expands. Reacts. Possibly combusts.”
Her voice dropped a note. “That’s right. Too much heat too fast… and things explode.”
I shifted in my seat.
She smiled like she’d seen it.
“Name one quality that makes a reaction irreversible.”
“Time,” I said, before thinking. “Or… exposure to heat. Pressure. Contact.”
She tilted her head. “Interesting. Contact. Do you believe in chain reactions, Mr. Jeon?”
I hesitated. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because…” I swallowed, her gaze making it hard to think. “Because one thing leads to another. You can’t always stop it once it starts.”
Her smile deepened. “Exactly.”
She stood, slowly walking toward the door as if to signal we were done. But just before she opened it, she turned.
“You’re doing well. But that last lab… you broke two safety rules.”
“I- I didn’t mean-”
She turned toward me, gaze dark and unreadable.
“One last question.”
I sat straighter.
“What happens,” she said, voice slow and deliberate, “when someone disobeys lab protocol?”
“I- I don’t know,” I stammered.
She stepped closer again, her body just inside my space. But it felt like she was everywhere. On my skin. In my head.
“Discipline,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine. “Because I expect you to follow rules. My rules.”
Her smile was slow, satisfied.
She reached out and straightened the collar of my hoodie like it had offended her. Her fingers lingered there, just long enough to make my pulse jackhammer in my chest.
“Good boy,” she murmured.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t.
She opened the door. “That’s all for now. See yourself out.”
And like a complete idiot, I stumbled into the hallway- heart hammering, throat dry, my pants a little too tight and my thoughts a little too wrecked.
Jimin texted the second I hit the quad.
Jimin: you alive?
Jungkook: barely.
Jimin: she kill you or kiss you?
Jungkook: neither.
Jimin: holy shit. that’s worse.
I looked back at the hallway behind me like it might still be on fire.
He was right.
It was worse.
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Two days passed.
Two painfully slow, distracting, blood-rushing-behind-my-eyes kind of days. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way her fingers brushed mine. The way she called me “good boy” like it was a reward. The look she gave when I followed her instructions a little too perfectly.
So when I got the email-
See me during office hours, Thurs. @ 3. – Prof. Y/N
-my stomach dropped.
And soared.
I showed up five minutes early again, pretending not to be nervous. Lying to myself.
She was already there, sipping coffee, sunlight pouring in through her blinds like it had been placed there just for her. She wore another fitted blouse, sleeves rolled to her elbows, the collar just a little looser than it should’ve been.
She didn’t look up when I stepped in.
“Close the door.”
I obeyed.
She motioned to the chair. “Sit.”
This was the same chair. The same air. But everything felt hotter this time. Louder, somehow. My nerves were on fire.
“I reviewed your last lab,” she said. “Better. You’re improving.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
She glanced up finally. Her eyes met mine- and held.
“But your focus,” she added, “still needs work.”
I licked my lips. “I’m trying.”
“Trying isn’t enough.”
She stood slowly, walked around the desk again- like she was circling me.
My heart picked up.
She leaned one hip against the front of the desk. This time, she didn’t sit. She stood close. Her thigh brushed against my knee, intentional or not- I couldn’t tell.
“You need discipline, Mr. Jeon.”
My breath hitched.
“I- ”
“Not punishment,” she said softly, eyes dipping. “Guidance. You respond to structure, don’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
“You follow commands well.”
I shifted. “Maybe I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
That made her smile- barely. It was there and gone like lightning.
Her hand reached out. Not far. Just resting on my knee. Light. Casual.
But not casual.
She leaned in a little. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
She looked down at her fingers on my knee.
Then-
A knock at the door.
She moved instantly, hand pulling back, body shifting away like nothing had happened.
“Yes?” she called.
The door cracked open.
Jimin’s head poked through. “Yo. Sorry- am I interrupting?”
I nearly choked on my own spit.
Y/N didn’t even blink. “Just finishing up a consult. What do you need, Mr. Park?”
Jimin looked between us, suspicious as hell. “I was just looking for Jungkook. We’ve got rehearsal.”
I stood, face burning, avoiding Jimin’s eyes as I grabbed my backpack.
“Thanks… Professor,” I muttered, voice lower than I meant.
She nodded without looking at me. “Remember what we discussed.”
Oh, I would.
Jimin followed me down the hall, silent for three full seconds before blurting out:
“Did she just touch your knee?”
“Shut up.”
“Bro- are you blushing?”
“I said shut up.”
“She was definitely flirting. I don’t even have a degree in chemistry and I felt that.”
I didn’t reply.
I was still stuck on the way she said discipline like it was a promise.
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I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, it was her.
Professor Y/N.
Not in the classroom. Not in her office. But in shadows. Heat. Movement.
The dream didn’t start like a dream. It started like memory- me sitting in her office again, her voice low, asking questions that had nothing to do with science.
Do you always obey this easily, Jungkook?
Would you let me correct you?
And then… her fingers. On my knee. My thigh. Tracing up.
She whispered in my ear, breath hot.
You like it when I’m in control, don’t you?
God, I did. I do.
Her hands slid under my hoodie in the dream- my skin burning under every ghost of her touch. I could feel the fabric of her blouse against my chest. The press of her thigh between mine. The smell of her perfume on my mouth.
She kissed me first.
Soft. Sure.
Then bit my lip when I didn’t kiss back fast enough.
“Speak when spoken to,” she breathed, and something inside me just… gave in.
I wanted to kneel. I wanted to be under her. I wanted to please her in ways that had nothing to do with school.
I woke up in a sweat.
Hard. Shaking. My sheets twisted around my legs like I’d wrestled with them in my sleep. My heart was racing. My hands were clenched.
The clock said 3:12 a.m.
I didn’t sleep again.
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The next day, I walked into class like a man possessed.
Every breath I took, I swore I could smell her. Every word she said echoed like it had two meanings. Her blouse was burgundy today- deep, rich, tight against her body. I couldn’t stop staring.
At one point, I dropped my pen and hit my head on the desk trying to get it. Jimin laughed the entire time.
After class, as I was gathering my things, she walked past my row- slow, unhurried. She didn’t stop, didn’t look at me, just spoke as she passed by:
“Rough night, Mr. Jeon?”
I froze.
My stomach dropped.
I looked up, and she was already across the room.
But her mouth- God, that mouth- had the faintest smile. That same one from the first day.
She knew.
She knew.
And the worst part?
I wanted her to.
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It started with a text.
Not an email. Not a formal request.
A text.
Unknown Number: Are you free after 6pm tonight? I could use help prepping for tomorrow’s lab. -Y/N
My heart jumped. I stared at the screen like it was a glitch.
She had my number?
She was texting me?
I didn’t respond for a full minute. Then I typed:
Jungkook: Yes. I’m free.
Y/N: Room 4A. Wear something you don’t mind getting dirty.
I read that last line five times.
By the time 6:00 p.m. rolled around, I was already outside the building. Nervous. Excited. My palms were sweating. I’d changed shirts three times and still didn’t know what I was doing.
The hall was quiet. No students. No voices. Just the distant hum of the custodial staff down the east wing.
Room 4A’s door was slightly cracked.
I pushed it open.
She was already there- back turned, hair up, sleeves rolled. She wore a lab coat this time, but it hung open over a tight gray top and dark jeans. A clipboard was in one hand, a box of glassware in the other.
The room was dimmer than usual. Only a few overhead lights flicked on. It felt… intimate. Like the space was smaller somehow. Thicker.
She didn’t look at me right away.
“You’re on time,” she said simply, setting the glassware down on the counter. “I like that.”
“Couldn’t sleep last night anyway,” I muttered.
She smiled at that. Not her professor-smile. Her real one. The one I barely got glimpses of.
“I need to reorganize the distillation setup for the freshmen lab tomorrow,” she said, pulling a drawer open. “You’re here to help. Not talk.”
That was fair.
I nodded and slipped my bag off.
She handed me a pair of gloves and motioned toward the back table. “Start unpacking those. Carefully.”
I obeyed.
We moved around each other for several minutes in silence. She handed me tools. I passed her clamps. We barely touched, but every time our fingers brushed, I felt it. The air between us buzzed.
I couldn’t stop glancing at her. At how effortless she looked, focused, eyes sharp, mouth pressed into a faint line as she worked. She didn’t speak, but her presence filled every inch of the lab. It was suffocating in the best way possible.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.
Halfway through setting up a condenser tube, when I was just starting to relax- I dropped the clamp.
It hit the floor with a loud, sharp clatter.
“Shit,” I hissed, crouching to grab it.
She turned. Looked down at me.
When I stood, she was suddenly closer than before.
Right in front of me.
Our bodies weren’t touching, but they could’ve been.
“You always this clumsy when you’re nervous?” she asked quietly.
I stared at her. Swallowed.
“Only around you.”
That did something. Her eyes changed. She didn’t step back.
“I see.”
The silence stretched.
The lab felt too warm now.
She looked down at my hands still holding the clamp and reached out, curling her fingers over mine. Slow. Deliberate. Not necessary.
“You need steadier hands if you’re going to handle glass,” she said, her voice like velvet with a hidden blade.
I didn’t breathe.
Her fingers lingered.
Then let go.
“Try again,” she said, stepping back.
I did.
But my hands were still shaking.
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It happened so fast I couldn’t stop it.
One moment, I was reaching for the beaker. The next, it slipped.
It hit the floor and shattered, glass slicing through silence like lightning.
“Shit,” I muttered, instinctively reaching down-
“Don’t.”
Her voice stopped me mid-motion.
I froze.
She walked over slowly. Calm. Deliberate. Her heels echoed off the tile with a rhythm that sounded too controlled for how chaotic I felt.
“No gloves,” she said, crouching instead. “You’ll cut yourself.”
I stepped back, watching as she gathered the larger pieces of glass with her gloved hands and the dustpan. Methodical. Controlled.
And then she looked up.
Directly at me.
From where she was crouched.
And suddenly- everything in me tightened.
The angle. Her eyes tilted up. The way her hair had fallen forward over one shoulder. Her lips parted just slightly, breath steady. Calm.
But her gaze?
Her gaze was not .
I tried not to think about it. Tried not to imagine what she looked like in that exact position with her hands somewhere else entirely.
But the thought had already sunk its claws in.
“You’re red,” she said quietly, eyes locked on mine.
I blinked.
“What?”
“Your ears,” she murmured. “They’re flushed.”
I swallowed. Hard.
“I-It’s warm in here.”
Her lips quirked, barely there.
Then she stood.
Not with her usual fluid grace.
She braced one hand on my thigh - my thigh - to push herself up.
Slowly.
Her palm lingered. Pressed. Fingers firm against my jeans.
My legs nearly gave out.
By the time she was standing, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
She brushed her hands off and looked me over like I was something breakable.
“You always this easy to fluster, Mr. Jeon?”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
She leaned in slightly- just enough.
“I told you to be careful,” she said, her voice low. “But maybe you like messing up in front of me.”
I exhaled shakily. “I don’t.”
“You sure?” she asked, tilting her head.
Her fingers smoothed something imaginary off my shoulder.
Then she stepped back.
“Replace the beaker,” she said, like we were still just doing science.
But my heart hadn’t stopped pounding since she touched me.
I did what she asked. Quiet. Shaky.
And the whole time, I swore I could still feel her hand on my leg.
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The silence was worse now.
Not awkward. Not cold.
Just… full.
I kept replaying the last five minutes like they were stuck on loop. Her crouched at my feet. The way she looked up at me like I was already undone. The weight of her hand on my thigh- intentional, firm, completely unignorable.
And then her calm retreat. Like she hadn’t just pulled the floor out from under me.
She was across the lab now, rearranging clamps and burners with absolute focus. Like I wasn’t still standing here burning alive.
I turned away. Faced the counter. Tried to look useful.
Then I heard her voice again.
“You follow instructions well,” she said casually.
It wasn’t a compliment.
It was a knife, slipped between my ribs with a smile.
“I try to,” I muttered.
“You don’t question them. You don’t push back. You just… obey.”
I swallowed. “Is that bad?”
“No,” she said, stepping closer again. “It’s just revealing.”
“Revealing how?”
She tilted her head. “Some people follow rules because they fear consequences.”
Her fingers reached for the flask beside me, brushing my arm.
“Others,” she continued, voice lower now, “follow because they enjoy being told what to do.”
I didn’t breathe.
“Which one are you, Jungkook?”
“I- I don’t know.”
She smiled. “I think you do.”
Her hand stayed near mine on the counter. Not touching. Just… there.
“You like when I give you tasks,” she said. “You like my voice when it’s low. Firm.”
I couldn’t deny it.
“You want structure,” she whispered. “Permission. Direction.”
My mouth was dry. My brain was static.
“Am I wrong?”
I shook my head.
“Say it,” she said softly.
“No,” I murmured. “You’re not wrong.”
She looked at me for a long time then. Not smiling. Just… watching.
“I wonder,” she said, almost to herself. “If you’d let me break you. If I told you to.”
She stepped back, finally.
The room felt colder without her body near mine.
“Turn off the burner. We’re done for tonight.”
Just like that. Command issued. Game reset.
I reached for the switch with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.
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It wasn’t the same night.
It was two days later.
Another text. Short. Controlled.
Y/N: Back lab. 7PM. No distractions.
I stared at the message for a full minute, heart thudding like a war drum. Then I dropped everything, grabbed my bag, and left.
Now it was 7:03, and I was standing just inside Room 4A again, the door closing behind me, pulse in my throat.
The lights were low. Only the overheads near the back counter were on.
She was there.
Wearing black. Black blouse. Black pants. No lab coat this time. Just her. Dark and stunning and sharp as glass.
“You’re late,” she said without looking up.
“Three minutes.”
“Too many.”
I swallowed.
“You want to be here?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Professor.”
She finally looked up. Her eyes landed on mine like a slow caress.
“Good,” she said. “Then listen carefully.”
She crossed the room toward me.
Each step deliberate. Soundless.
She stopped close- so close my breath hitched.
Her hand came up, brushing the edge of my jaw, trailing lightly.
“I don’t want to lecture tonight,” she said softly. “I don’t want to correct your form or watch you drop glass.”
I said nothing.
Her thumb brushed my bottom lip.
“I want you quiet. Focused. Obedient.”
“I will be.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Say it.”
“I’ll be good,” I whispered.
That made her smile.
She leaned in.
And kissed me.
This time, I kissed her back with everything in me.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Just months of tension crashing out of me in one dizzying moment of need.
Her hands threaded through my hair, fingers gripping tight. My mouth opened against hers, desperate, hungry, but still waiting- for her. Letting her lead.
She bit my lip, hard enough to make me gasp.
“Too eager,” she murmured.
“I can be patient.”
“We’ll see.”
She spun me gently, pressing me back against the wall beside the door. Her thigh slid between mine. My hips moved before I could stop them.
Her mouth moved to my neck, biting, tasting.
I couldn’t stop the groan that slipped out.
She laughed softly against my skin.
“You like this.”
“I love this.”
She pulled back, eyes dark.
“Lock the door.”
I turned, hands shaking but sure this time, flipped the lock with a solid click.
When I faced her again, she was unbuttoning the top of her blouse- slow, deliberate, still in control.
“You’ve been patient, Jungkook,” she said, stepping toward me again. “Now I want to see how well you listen.”
My mouth was dry. “Yes, Professor.”
She smiled. Dark. Beautiful. Unapologetic.
And then she kissed me again, deeper this time, walking me backward until I hit the lab table.
Her hands roamed my chest, my hips, controlling every inch of the space between us.
And I let her.
No part of me wanted control.
All I wanted was her.
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This was happening.
And I was so far gone, I couldn’t even pretend I didn’t want it.
She kissed me hard this time- no testing, no waiting. Just heat. Her hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, sliding it up, palms skating over my bare stomach.
I shivered. She felt it.
“Cold?” she asked, lips against my neck.
“No,” I breathed. “Not even close.”
Her smile curved against my skin.
“Good.”
She pressed her body against mine, pinning me between the table and her frame. Every part of her was deliberate. Her hips against mine, her thigh back between my legs, her hand on my chest.
And then- lower.
My breath hitched.
She moved slowly, tasting every inch of my throat with her mouth, her tongue, her teeth.
Her hand slipped behind my neck, gripping tight as she kissed me again. I kissed back harder, bolder this time. I couldn’t stop my hands anymore- I reached for her waist, pulling her in, finally touching her like I’d imagined in a thousand sleepless nights.
She didn’t stop me.
She leaned in- more. Pressed her hips against mine, rolled them once, just to watch me lose it.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered.
“I’m not used to this.”
“No one’s ever touched you like this?”
“Not like you.”
She paused at that. Then she smiled, dark and slow.
“Good.”
Her blouse was undone now- button by button falling away, and her bra was dark lace, tight against her skin, and I swore I nearly lost my mind.
“You okay?” she asked, voice low.
I nodded.
“No,” I said honestly. “But I want it.”
“You want me?”
“God, yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you.”
“Louder.”
“I want you, Professor.”
That was it.
She pushed me back onto the table, climbed over me with nothing but control in her eyes.
My hands gripped the edge. My whole body tense, vibrating, desperate.
She leaned down, nose brushing mine.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now be quiet. Let me take care of you.”
My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she slowly lowered herself, her lips brushing mine before trailing down my jawline.
Her hands, soft yet firm, gripped my shoulders, holding me in place as if she knew I’d try to pull her closer.
Her mouth moved lower, her tongue tracing the line of my neck, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but she noticed, her lips curling into a smirk against my skin.
“Shh,” she murmured, her breath hot against my chest. “Let me hear you.”
Her fingers trailed down my chest, light and teasing, before settling on the waistband of my jeans.
I held my breath as she unbuttoned them, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving mine. She pushed them down, her hands brushing against my thighs, her touch sending a jolt of heat straight to my cock.
I was already hard, my cock straining against my boxers, and her gaze dropped to it, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” she teased, her fingers hooking into the elastic of my boxers.
I bit my lip, my body trembling with need. She pulled them down, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of me, her breath hitching.
“So eager,” she whispered, her voice laced with approval.
Her hands wrapped around me, her touch firm but gentle, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft. I groaned, my head falling back against the table, my hands clenching the edges as she began to stroke me.
Her touch was slow, deliberate, her thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum that had already gathered.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
“Yes,” I managed, my voice hoarse, my body already on edge.
She quickened her pace, her hand moving in a steady rhythm, her other hand cupping my balls, massaging them gently.
“Tell me how much you want it,” she demanded, her voice commanding.
“I want it so bad Professor,” I gasped, my hips bucking slightly against her hand. “Please, don’t stop.”
She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
“Such a good boy,” she praised, her hand tightening around me. “But we’re not done yet.”
Her mouth descended, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling in a way that made my vision blur.
I moaned, my hands tangling in her hair but not daring to add any pressure, my body arching off the table. She hummed, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me, her hand continuing to stroke me in sync with her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking. “That’s- that’s amazing.”
She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Is it?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“It feels so fucking good,” I panted, my body trembling on the edge. “Your mouth- i-it’s perfect.”
She smiled, her lips stretching around me again, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. I was close, so close, my body tense, every nerve ending screaming for release.
But just as I was about to cum, she slowed, her hand easing, her mouth pulling away.
“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. “Not until I say so.”
I whimpered, my body aching with need, my cock throbbing with frustration. She kissed the tip, her tongue flicking teasingly before she began again, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony.
I was a mess, my moans filling the room, my body completely at her mercy.
“Please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “Let me cum. Please.”
She chuckled, the sound vibrating through me, her hand tightening around me.
“Not yet, baby,” she murmured. “I want to see how long you can last.”
Her mouth took me deeper, her throat closing around me, her hand stroking in time with her movements.
I was losing it, my body trembling, my breath coming in short gasps. “I- I can’t- ”
She pulled back again, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re doing so good, baby,” she praised, her hand slowing. “But not yet.”
I groaned, my body aching, my cock throbbing with unfulfilled desire. She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot against my skin.
“Tell me how much you want to come,”she whispered, her voice a seductive command.
“I want it so bad,” I gasped, my body trembling. “I need to come. Please Professor, let me cum.”
She smiled, her lips curving against my skin, her hand beginning to move again, slow and torturous.
“Soon, baby,” she promised, her voice a soft whisper. “But first, let’s see how close we can get.”
Her mouth took me again, her hand working in perfect sync, her tongue swirling, her throat tightening around me.
I was a mess, my body on the brink, my moans filling the room. She edged me again, bringing me to the edge, only to pull back, her hand easing, her mouth leaving me throbbing and desperate.
“Professor,” I whimpered, my body trembling, my cock aching with need. “Please, I can’t take much more.”
She chuckled, her hand wrapping around me once more, her mouth descending, her tongue tracing the head.
“One more time,” she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. “And then, maybe, I’ll let you cum.”
Her mouth took me deep, her hand stroking in time, her throat tightening around me. I was lost, my body surrendering to her, my moans turning into incoherent pleas. She worked me relentlessly, her mouth and hand in perfect harmony, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Professor, I’m- I’m gonna- ”
Her mouth tightened around me, her hand speeding up, her tongue swirling in a way that made my vision blur.
I cried out, my body tensing, every muscle straining as I teetered on the edge, my cock throbbing with an almost painful need.
“Cum for me, baby,” she whispered, her voice a command. “Let it go.”
I shattered, my body convulsing, my cock pulsing as I came, my release hot and intense, my moans filling the room.
Her mouth milked me, her hand squeezing gently, her tongue swirling as she drew every last drop from me. I was in ruins, my body limp, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she finally pulled away, her lips curved in a satisfied smile.
“Good boy,” she murmured, her hand stroking my chest, her eyes soft and admiring.
She positioned herself above me, her scent enveloped me- a mix of her perfume, her skin, and something uniquely her that made my head spin. Her skirt hiked up, revealing she had nothing underneath, and I felt my breath hitch.
She was a vision- her body perfectly framed by the soft light of the room, her full breasts rising and falling with her steady breaths.
She leaned back slightly, her hands resting on my chest, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You’ve been a very good boy, Jungkook,” she said, her tone teasing yet filled with approval. “You deserve a reward.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Yes, Professor,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire.
The way she called me good boy made me feel both proud and submissive, a combination that only heightened my arousal.
“Eat me out properly,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with desire.
She hovered there for a moment, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes searching mine for any hesitation. I held her gaze, my eagerness evident, and she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction before lowering herself onto me.
The first touch of her warmth against my lips was electric.
I groaned softly, my hands instinctively moving to her thighs, holding her in place as I began to explore her with my mouth.
She tasted sweet, her arousal coating my tongue as I lapped at her eagerly. Her hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, her moans filling the air as I worked my way deeper, my tongue tracing patterns against her sensitive flesh.
“Oh, Jungkook,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You’re so good at this. So eager to please me.”
Her words fueled my desire, and I moaned against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her body.
She shifted slightly, her hips rocking against my mouth as she sought more friction, more pressure. I hummed softly, my hands squeezing her thighs gently, and she gasped, her nails digging into my scalp.
“Do you like that, baby?” she asked, her voice laced with dominance. “Do you like making me feel good?”
I nodded, my mouth still buried between her legs, and she laughed softly, a sound that was equal parts amusement and pleasure.
“Answer me, Jungkook,” she commanded, her tone firm.
I lifted my head slightly, my lips brushing against her as I spoke. “Yes, Professor,” I murmured. “I love it. I love making you feel good.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “Good boy,” she repeated, her voice a soft caress. “Now keep going. Make me cum.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I dove back in, my tongue working tirelessly, my lips sucking gently as I focused on every inch of her.
She was so responsive, her moans growing louder, her body trembling with each stroke of my tongue. Her hands tightened in my hair, her hips bucking against my mouth as she chased her release.
“Faster, Jungkook,” she panted, her voice urgent.
I complied, my movements becoming more frantic, my mouth devouring her as she teetered on the edge. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her body tensing as she neared her climax.
“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I kept going, my tongue flicking, my lips sucking, until she finally shattered around me, her body convulsing as she cried out my name. Her hands clenched in my hair, her hips pressing down hard as she rode out her orgasm, her release coating my tongue.
I drank her in, savoring her taste, her scent, the feel of her trembling body against mine.
When she finally stilled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she pushed herself up, her eyes wild with need. “I’m not done with you.”
Before I could protest, she slid down my body, her hands pushing my thighs apart.
Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she straddled my hips, skirt bunching up to her waist. I could feel her warmth against my hardness, and I groaned, my hands reaching for her, only to be batted away.
“Hands to yourself, Jungkook,” she chided, her tone low and firm. “Or you won’t get to cum.”
I nodded, my chest heaving as she positioned herself above me, her hands gripping my wrists and pinning them to the table.
Her eyes locked onto mine, full of challenge and desire, as she lowered herself onto me. I hissed at the sensation, my cock sliding into her tight heat, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice rough. “You feel so good.”
She smirked, her hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Do I now? Tell me, Jungkook. How bad do you want to cum?”
“So bad,” I gasped, my body tensing as she rode me, her movements controlled, teasing. “Please, let me-”
“Not yet,” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “You’re not in control here. I am.”
Her words sent a jolt of arousal through me, and I whimpered, my hips bucking against her.
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing my chest, her lips hovering over mine. “You’re mine to play with, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice hoarse. “Yours.”
She pulled back, her hands gripping my shoulders as she increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent. I could feel her tightening around me, her breath coming in short gasps, and I knew she was close.
“Cum for me,” I pleaded, my voice desperate. “Let me make you feel good.”
She shook her head, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Not yet. I’m going to edge you, Jungkook. Make you beg for it.”
Her words were like a spark, igniting a fire in my veins.
She slowed her movements, her hips grinding against me in a torturous rhythm, pushing me to the brink but pulling back before I could climax. I groaned, my body trembling, my cock throbbing with need.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Let me cum.”
“She leaned down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, “You’re so close, aren’t you? So desperate.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my hands gripping the table as she pushed me further, her body moving in a way that made me see stars. “Professor, I can’t-”
“Shh,” she soothed, her lips pressing against mine in a soft kiss. “I’ll help you.”
She quickened her pace, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine, and I felt her climax building, her walls fluttering around me.
I groaned, my hips thrusting up to meet her, and she cried out, her head falling back as she came, her body shaking.
“Fuck,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “That feels so good.”
She rode out her orgasm, her movements slowing as she leaned against me, her breath ragged. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her body still trembling from the force of her release.
“Your turn,” she whispered, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. “But only if you’re a good boy.”
I nodded eagerly, my body aching for release. She shifted, her hands gripping my hips as she guided my movements, her pace relentless. I groaned, my body tensing as I felt myself building, my cock throbbing with the promise of release.
“Y/N,” I gasped, my voice desperate. “I’m close.”
“Not yet,” she teased, her voice playful. “One more time. I want to hear you beg.”
I whimpered, my body trembling as she slowed her movements, pushing me to the edge once more. “Please,” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “Let me cum.”
She smirked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Yours,” I breathed, my voice hoarse. “I’m yours, Professor. Please, let me cum.”
Her smile softened, and she leaned down, her lips pressing against mine in a tender kiss. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Now cum for me.”
Her words were my undoing.
I cried out, my body arching as I climaxed, my cock pulsing inside her as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
She held me close, her hands stroking my hair as I rode out my orgasm, my body trembling with the intensity of it.
And then it was quiet.
The room hummed with leftover heat. My heartbeat still thundered in my chest.
I lay there, dazed and open, blinking up at the ceiling like it might know what came next.
She didn’t rush.
She just leaned down, her skin warm against mine, and kissed my collarbone- soft and slow.
Then she murmured in my ear, voice calm, unreadable:
“Don’t think this changes the rules.”
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Hii can you make a jungkook kinky reading? Thank youu ;)
Jungkook's kinky reading
Disclaimer(This is for entertainment purposes only, I do not claim to be 100% accurate this is based on my intuition therefore I do not know this man in real life.)
╰┈➤ Four of swords upright + The fool upright + Eight of pentalces upright + Knight of pentalces upright + Page of swords upright + Eight of wands upright + Justice upright + Judgement upright
I don't think Jungkook is sexual activity within the moment I do think he is taking a break, resting his energy, mentally, and physically. When it comes to foreplay I do think he leans more in being submissive I asked for clarification and got another submissive card 'Ace of cups', I also think he likes sexual partner who have more experience when it comes to foreplay so that they can guide him and show him new things in the bedroom. What turns him on are people who are dedicated to their craft, and puts lots of effort and energy into foreplay, I do think he likes the slow burn, sexual tension with the knight of pentacles upright, passionate kissing, slow sensual body rubs, breast rubs, etc, he also likes people who are open minded and willing to try out new things in the bedroom, always coming up with new things to try out. Stamina Jungkook loves speed so if you ever manage to sleep with him don't go easy on him go fast and hard, also sex toys, sex toys are a must rather it's dildos or vibrators there must be sex toys makes it more fun in the bedroom, oh yeah and also don't forget to praise him he loves being told he is doing a good job, Jungkook love balance he is all about that balance so he cannot be fully satisfied if the other party isn't, Jungkook is a people pleaser, his other kinks are: Cowgirl style, older partners fetish, interracial sex?, mutual masterbation, makeup sex, teasing/teased, liquor(Not surprised lmao), body worship, gentle femdom, handjob+blowjob, corruption kink, and last but not least pegging!?!! The overall energy he brings is the empress upright underneath two of wands upright, cunnilingus, body worship, sensuality, seduction, lingerie, nudes, phonesex, whimpers, moaning, porn watching, creampies, vanilla, milf kink, noona kink, breast worship.
The moon’s light bled into the dark, gleaming onto their silhouettes and any other object it could reach. The main place exposed, though, was in the plush cushioning of the bed, where Jungkook and Y/n lay.
Jung placed himself against the headboard; meanwhile, Y/n fit herself between his sprawled out legs, both of them content in their bareness as their clothes rested somewhere on the floor.
Some time had passed since they decided to end the night in their shared bedroom, opting for something more relaxing after a tiring day.
Usually, a movie night on the couch always concluded the night. Skin on skin, they’d laugh and appreciate each other's company until their bodies fell unconscious, but hungry eyes turned to needy touches (more so on Jungkook’s end), and eventually killed that thought long ago.
So, in consequence, the evening drew them here.
Jungkook lying pretty in all his vulnerability, while Y/n’s slim fingers curled around his base, and at the tip, a vibrating cock ring cozily wrapped around it.
It had been a while since she used it on him, deciding today was perfect as he refused to let her sleep.
It wasn’t her best punishment, but tonight, Y/n didn’t have the energy to think about it, nor did she feel like doing anything that required much stamina either. Unlike her boyfriend, who begged nonstop in her ear, even humping his hardening cock against her side, til she had had enough.
Thus, the toy’s controls rested beside her, and every few minutes, she played with the intensity.
She stared longingly at her boyfriend, glancing at the newly formed sweat all over him, sweetening his inked skin.
“F-fuck Y/n,” Jung strangled out, having already slipped into subspace moments ago, sending a rush of heat to her core.
She watched in amusement, her infatuation never ceasing with how hypnotic he could be.
The provocative jut of his hips when the pleasure was too much, the knit of his brows when seconds away from reaching his high.
But nothing compared to the erotic noises he painted the room with, feeling so intoxicatingly pleasant, he almost forgot himself.
“Close again...s’close,” he spoke through brittle gasps, feeling the hot pressure encasing him. His toes curled into the covers, as did his nails, sinking into the headrest beneath his quivering form.
Y/n’s obedient bunny understood the practice, never coming unless she gave him permission to.
He was on his third denial, nearing the fourth peak.
He held tight onto the brink of his release and gave one sharp exhale before he got there—his cries growing increasingly pathetic.
“Don’t think I can–fuck, I can’t hold it..” The tension within him coiled tighter and tighter.
The man tugged on the cool metal that pierced his lip, like it'd keep him grounded.
A few inches down, his opposite caught the pleas, letting them delicately nuzzle in her ears. Almost immediately, she reduced the constant buzzing. Never entirely halting, though, stirring Y/n’s every limb to flutter from Kook’s desperate gasps for air.
“So soon, Kookie?” she purred, tipping her focus towards the precum that leaked from his tip, gliding the substance along his shaft. “How disappointing.”
Her bewitching pupils found his attentive ones, arching into the cushy surface as she planted a few kitten licks to his cock head, rousing his jaw to tighten.
In spite of that, when he was sure he managed restraint, Y/n took him whole, stroking what she couldn’t reach.
She knew what would break him, swirling her tongue around the head while her slick hands squeezed and meandered frantically.
Jungkook felt his brain softening to putty as she worked on him, releasing him with a “pop”. She licked his remnants off her lips, moaning at the bittersweet taste.
“After annoying me all night, I'd expect you to last longer, hm, bunny?” she teased, fumbling for the remote with a free hand, readily turning up the setting once more.
“W-wait- hah!” he mewled, throwing his head back against the headboard as his eyes fluttered shut. “Wanna be good for you- fuck! don’t wanna come early...”
Despite the warnings, the betrayal of his body weighed over them as the roll of his hips grew more disheveled. Y/n was relentless, fist fucking him til she caught tears threatening to slip. “Y-y/n please…”
Jungkook's body felt as if set ablaze. He rolled his fist into the covers below as Y/n's pace soothed a bit.
Deliberate and slow, she jerked him, pushing her thumb over his buzzing tip.
“I know, bunny, I heard you,” Y/n cooed, her cold gaze settling on him again.
↳ dom!reader, sub!bts, (kinda) implied poly!ot7, reader isn’t gendered but has a dick, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, squirting, dacryphilia, praise kink, degradation/slut shaming (consensual dw), breeding kink, daddy kink (r. receiving), pet play, mentions of bondage, lmk if i’m missing anything <3
↳ don’t know if anyone else fucks with bp bangtan… but i know i do!! also catboy yoongi is sooo hot to me - rj
❝ [kim seokjin] ¡! ❞
↳ seokjin will take you in any way you could think of. this man loves getting fucked more than anything in the world, so feel free to bend him over whenever you want. but he especially loves when you have him ride your cock, making him do all the work without you even lifting a finger. although jin is the #1 pillow princess, he can’t help but enjoy it when you punish him by making him seek his own pleasure without your help.
“what do you need, jinnie?” you can see how your words make him shiver from where he is sat in your lap. “please want your cock. i’ve been waiting for days!” his eyes are getting more teary the longer you make him wait. “i know you have been, sweetheart, i can feel you dripping through your panties.” he gasps, hips slightly shifting to gratify the pent up need radiating through his body. seokjin lets out small whines at the feeling of your cock rubbing against his clothed pussy. your hands come to rest on his hips to stop his movements, making him cry out, tears finally leaving his eyes as he pathetically pushes against your hands to let him move again. “if you want my cock, you can get it yourself.” once he hears your statement, jin is immediately scrambling to pull down both of your underwear and sliding down onto your dick. his slick walls easily suck you deeper as he rests his hands on your shoulders to help keep himself up right. he sits still for a moment, beautifully empaled of your cock, only to be startled back to reality when you place a sharp smack on his ass. “thought you wanted it bad, jinnie, what’s taking you so long?”
❝ [min yoongi] ¡! ❞
↳ yoongi likes it best when you take him from behind. holding himself up on his hands and knees, back arched as you pound in and out of his messy cunt. he loves it when you play into his fantasy, turning your little kitty into a bitch in heat. yoongi wants you to put a collar on him and place cute cat ears on his head, maybe even push a tail buttplug up his back hole. if he gets deep enough into his headspace he’ll start meowing, which makes you start fucking into him at a feral pace while you pump him full of your seed.
all that was heard throughout the dorm was the sound of skin on skin and the wet noise of slick being pushed out of yoongi’s hole. every time you hit his special spot, he would let out a string of meows which only encouraged you to fuck him harder. “does it feel good, kitty?” “meeoow~” was all he responded with, not being able to communicate with words once he got this far into his own head. “want me to fill you up with my pups? gonna knock you up just like you’ve been begging for, kitten.” your vulgar language causes the man’s arms to give out, making him fall face first into the mattress, the cat ears sliding further down into his disheveled hair. you reach your arm under his torso and force him to arch his back more, causing him to fuck your cock deeper into his soaking pussy. the wet sounds made by your ongoing thrusts cause yoongi to cry out, clenching around your dick as he gets closer to his climax. you groan at the feeling and finally fill him up, making him whine and cry as his greedy pussy sucks up every last drop.
❝ [jung hoseok] ¡! ❞
↳ hobi is a slut for seeing your face. any position where he can look at you while you fuck him will make him come very quickly. he loves when you put his legs over your shoulders while you fuck into him, the angle shooting pleasure straight to his core. he’s so loud in bed, unable to stop himself from screaming out when you hit the right spot inside him. he doesn’t even care if his members hear the noises he lets out, wanting them to know that he’s getting fucked by you so well.
“oh myyyy godd!!” hoseok’s screams reverberate around the room as you continue to piston into him at and incredible speed. each time you thrust into him his body goes flying against the headboard, legs flailing from where they are stationed around your shoulders. “that’s it, seok-ah. let everyone know how good i’m fucking you. bet they’re rubbing themselves to the sound of your moans.” your words have his legs trembling and his hands grasping at your arms, which are placed on his hips to keep him in place. “please! please i need it so bad!” hoseok cries out, the amount of cream caking at the base of your dick increasing after each thrust. “i’ll give you whatever you need, baby.” as you finish your sentence, he meets your eyes and you can feel the way he tightens at the intimate connection. your increasing speed causes immense pressure in his pussy, causing him to squirt around you. the liquid soaks both of your stomachs and makes the slide of your cock into his overstimulated pussy much smoother.
❝ [kim namjoon] ¡! ❞
↳ joon likes to get fucked laying on his bed with his legs wrapped around your waist. it’s so relaxing for him to have the ability to sit back and be taken care of. he enjoys you fucking him at a fast but gentle pace, relishing in the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of his walls. joon absolutely loves when you come inside of him but he doesn’t mind if you pull out and nut all over his thighs and tummy.
“taking me so well, joonie” “thank you, thank you- i love it so much. fucking me so good~” he replies, eyes struggling to focus on yours as you continue to thrust inside of him. “are you close, baby? i can feel you getting tighter around me.” your words makes his eyes roll back into his head and his mouth fall open in a silent moan. “gonna come! please can i come?” you lean down to suck on his neck as he keeps begging for release. you reach you hand between your two bodies, quickly rubbing his clit to bring him closer to the edge. “of course you can, baby. want you to come all over my cock.” at your words, he flings his head back against the pillows and allows the pleasure to overtake him. he releases his juices around you, soaking your hand and the bed sheets beneath you. “such a good boy, gonna come inside you now. i know you want it, baby.”
❝ [park jimin] ¡! ❞
↳ jimin really loves riding you, goes crazy at the thought of being able to take your dick however he wants. he especially likes reverse cowgirl, he loves twerking on your cock to hear you groan and give him a good slap on his cheeks. the sting only helps to keep him going, riding you harder once he knows that you are enjoying the view. another fan of creampies, he doesn’t like to let any of your come go to waste. if it slides out once you’re done with him, he’ll scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back inside.
jimin turns away from you, straddling your hips and lining himself up with your large cock. he is always excited when he’s able to take you inside him, no matter how long it’s been since it last happened. once he slides down to the hilt he looks back at you, only to find you staring straight at his butt. “i can never get enough of your fat ass, min. you always look so fucking good taking me.” you end your statement by gripping both of his asscheeks in your palms. jimin whines at once the possessive feeling of your hands on him disappears, leaning forward slightly and shaking his ass on your cock, listening to the sound of it clapping against your skin echo around the sweaty room. you groan at the sight and plant your feet against the bed, bucking your cock deep into jimin’s waiting pussy. he knows that by the end of the night he’ll be full of your seed and that satisfies him enough to let you set the pace, grasping the skin of your thighs in his small hands. “that’s it daddy, jiminie loves your dick so much.”
❝ [kim taehyung] ¡! ❞
↳ taehyung likes to be held while you’re having sex. whether that be you holding him tight to your chest while you gently thrust into him on the bed, or pining him against the wall as you claim his pussy for your own pleasure. as you go between the different scenarios, tae has his preferences of how he likes to be treated and addressed. if you’re slowly making love to him on your shared bed, he likes when you praise him and tell him how well he’s taking you. on the other hand, he loves when you call him a dirty whore when you are fucking him so fast he can barely comprehend what’s going on. as long as you give him proper aftercare, he’s happy.
“how do you want it tonight, taetae?” you gaze down at your sub from where he’s seated on the couch. “want to feel it. please.” he looks at you with puppy eyes and a pout that you would never be able to resist in a million years. “of course, jagiya. you know i’ll always give it to you however you want.” you lean down to scoop him into your arms, his legs automatically wrapping around your waist and his arms circling your neck. you carry him through the hallway, unable to focus on your steps as he sucks on your neck. you come to a stop outside his bedroom door, pushing him against the wall, unable to resist the urge to take him any longer. you shove your pants down and push his panties to the side, inserting your cock into his waiting hole and setting an overwhelming pace. taehyung throws his head back against the wall as you push into him and whisper dirty things into his ear. he comes alarmingly quick due to the amount of stimulation you were providing him with, you following shortly behind him, pulling out to come across his stomach. as you come down from your highs, you hear the door open down the hall and a voice ring out, “can we join next time?” you laugh at the request, knowing tonight is gonna be long for both you and taehyung.
❝ [jeon jungkook] ¡! ❞
↳ one of jungkook’s biggest kinks is bondage. he loves the feeling of being restricted and not having the ability to touch you. it makes him incredibly wet that you are able to do whatever you want to him and he can’t do anything to stop you. he likes when you tie his hands behind his back and fuck him doggy style, having to shove his face into the pillows to quite his screams. he also loves having you eat him out before fucking him because it gets him nice and ready to take your fat cock, but also it turns him on so much seeing you not be able to resist yourself when your face is shoved in his cunt.
“yes!! fuck me with your tongue! feels so good… i don’t know if i can wait any longer.” as soon as jungkook says that, you remove your face from his pussy, grabbing his hair to pull his back flush to your chest. “you’re not going to come until i’m fucking you with my cock. do you understand?” he immediately nods at your words, grinding his ass against your bulge as he tries to get you to put your dick in him. “words, guk.” “yes! yes! i understand! i promise i won’t come until you tell me to!” you let out a satisfied groan at his words, shoving his legs apart to line your cock up with his entrance. as you push in, jungkook can’t help but scream into the sheets beneath him, the pleasure in his core building up as you bottom out.
requested 〉 the members of the ot7 most to least likely to cry during sex.
note 〉 sub!bts x domme!reader
𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏
Jungkook
Seokjin
Yoongi
Hoseok
Taehyung
Namjoon
Jimin
𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏
Any heightened emotion can make Jungkook cry. He needs you to forgive him quickly. Sharing everything in this moment is important to him. If your eyes are dry and he’s hiccuping in a sob, understanding that you’ll hug him doesn’t stop Jungkook’s brain from convincing him he ruined it.
"I’m not crying because it feels bad. I’m not crying because of you.” Seokjin has the lines prepared. He doesn’t want to analyze why it happens. He doesn’t want his partners to pry, either. If you acknowledge his tears, touch them, and continue with nonchalance, Seokjin fades into the afterglow with content sniffles.
Overheated, inadequate dread holds the threat of tears inside. Yoongi needs to know that crying won’t push away partners he genuinely cares about. Permission to show this side of himself makes Yoongi reverent with gratefulness. Inevitably, he feels safe enough to talk about how these tears play into his favorite humiliation fantasies.
Hoseok understands that letting go of every control surrenders his predictability. After he gives you a carte blanche, Hoseok warns you―it’s different every time. He doesn’t know what startling things will burst out, either.
Dark moods draw Taehyung to intimacy. When everything hurts, Taehyung knows what will happen if you tease his needs and trickle nostalgic love murmurs into his ear. There’s no resistance. Tears feel like passion.
Namjoon is sensitive. He can patch up his own soul. Pleasure attacks his defenses, and spills the hurt out for you to accept. It’s always a mistake. Namjoon appreciates that you ask what he needs, but he doesn’t want to burden you when he’s trying to satisfy you.
Jimin balances the sensual and the sensitive. Sex is hot, intense, and happy. Something tips the balance. Jimin realizes needs are mismatched. Angry sex is cheering him up, but you’re still simmering―or, the rough dirty talk you promised doesn’t hit right. Jimin always whispers out that he needs to stop before he feels the first sting of pressure behind his nose.
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💎 » a/n » i’ve talked about the ot7 crying during sex before! you can find some of my thoughts ››here.
