#innocent!jungkook

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𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ @ᴍᴀɪsᴀɴsʜɪɴᴇ

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𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥🝮 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦！𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 ／ 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

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𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞🝮 𝘚𝘶𝘣！𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬／𝘋𝘰𝘮！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞🝮 𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳／ 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮

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𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬🝮 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘧！𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬／𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥， 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳．  𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥🝮 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳！𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬／𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺

𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲🝮 𝘛𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳／𝘴𝘶𝘣！𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬

𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦

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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫🝮 𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬／𝘋𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭🝮 𝘧𝘸𝘣！𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬／𝘍𝘦𝘮！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥．𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴， 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨？ 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶？

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 2．．．

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ŌBẞẞĒẞẞËD WÍTH YÓÛR BÔÔBẞ

Author POV

The sound of rain along with the low breathing were the only sounds heard inside the couple's room

Both the male and female were in deep sleep

The coldest, ruthless and strict CEO was fast asleep above his beloved, innocent wife

For others he might be a rude ass CEO but for his beloved wife he only a soft and cuddly baby 🐥

With his head nestled in between two soft pillows of his wife yet his mouth capturing one of her nipple which he was occasionally sucking and biting and was in deep sleep

While the female that is our beloved Y/N was too in deep sleep slightly felt a bit different and slowly woke up

Upon waking up she sees that her husband was buried deep inside her boobies and her nipple was in between his bunny teeth deeply sucking it as if he were a baby

Waking up she saw her bra thrown outside in the corner of the room which she was sure it was her husband's action as he can't live without sucking her boobs

Smiling softly at her husband's action she lightly scratches his nape and massages it while her husband replies by deeply and quickly sucking her boobs.

He, her husband junkook started sucking fastly and by opening his mouth as big as he can tried to take much boobs inside his mouth as if he would swallow her whole boob.

Feeling his sharp bunny teeth on her abused nipple she slightly hissed. Now she can confirm that he again sucked her boobs whole night

She doesn't have any problem with her husband sucking her boobs as she is happy to feed her husband but it becomes to much for her as sometimes junkook also uses his teeths on her boobs whole sucking them and her nipple becomes sensitive

Feeling pain she slowly tried to take her nipple back from her junkooks mouth but feeling that something is being taken away from him he again started sucking her boobs but this time more softly as if seeking milk from them

Seeing her husband junkook being stubborn she decided to lightly wake him up

Y/N: kookie! Baby wake up your being too aggressive with my nips . Baby leave them (softly)

Upon hearing her he slightly woke up and smiled seeing her beautiful face.

Jk: good morning baby

Y/N: good morning love

Saying that junkook looked down at his two babies and lightly kissed her nipples saying good morning to them too

Feeling his lips on her nipples she again lightly hissed.

Worriedly junkook looked at her face and again at his two beauties and saw that his beauties were slightly red from too much biting from his bunny teeths

Muttering a sorry he kissed her lips and again kissed the underside of her boobs

Jk: is it hurting too much🥺

Y/N: not too much just a little bit

Picking her up and removing the blanket both of them went towards the shower to take bath

After shower

Junkook again apologized to her as because of his bunny teeth his both beauties are in pain and helped her in wearing her clothes

Junkook made Y/N wear a almost transparent white shirt and a pair of panties as only both of them live in their house and also no one comes to their house and also because it is an easy access for junkook to have her boobs again anytime

Making her wear her clothes (before kissing her boobs again) junkook picked her up and made their way towards the kitchen

Placing her on the counter, junkook started preparing pancakes for breakfast. Soon they were done and both of them were quietly eating their breakfast with Y/N sitting on jk' s lap

But the peaceful environment wasn't for too long as our pervert bunny's gaze again fell on Y/N's boobs and seeing that junkook mouth again started watering

Suddenly an idea came in his pervert mind

Jk: baby

Y/n: hmm?

Jk: why don't you open your shirt

Shocked y/n faced him and was about to scold him but he hurriedly said,

Jk: No,no baby!don't misunderstand me. I was just saying it because of you open your shirt then my boobies!ah i-i mean your boobies can get fresh air and it will be soothing too right (innocently)

Y/n was skeptical about it but it was true that the shirt was touching her nips and it was slightly uncomfortable.

Accepting junkooks words she agreed and opened her shirt. Now sitting with only a pair of panties

Seeing that junkook mentally did a victory dance in his mind and again both of them started continuing their breakfast but junkooks gaze was fixed in y/N's boobs which he badly wants to suck again

Again an evil idea came in his mind

Jk: baby

Y/n: hmm?

Jk: if you are in too much pain I can lick and sooth them with my tongue. You know that my tongue can sooth them right 🥺

And that is how both Y/n and junkook found themselves in the couch of their living room with y/n sitting on it and junkook with his head on her lap lapping and smoothening his saliva on her nipples

45mins later

Y/n was feeling quite relaxed now. Looking down she saw junkook totally engrossed in licking her boobs

Feeling the hair of junkook nape in her bare thighs and his face almost near her pussy and the way she was feeding junkook as if it were a baby in such a motherly way she couldn't help but feel aroused. Looking down she saw a huge boner too since jk was only wearing a boxer

His boxers were a bit loose so she can clearly see his standing d**k along with his huge heavy balls. Feeling more aroused she started scratching junkoks nape as she knew he had a soft spot there and pushed his face more deeper in her boobs

Taking the hint ..... (Smit will be in the bonus)

Time skip

Both fell on the bed breathing heavily after their session with y/n taking deep breaths while jk taking deep breaths while stuffing his head again inside her boobies. Seeing that Y/n chuckles on him being so obsessed with her boobs

Y/n: you are obsessed with them

Jk: can't help. They are so addictive

Saying that he again kissed her boobs and slightly sucked them

With that they both spent their day with junkook sucking, licking and smearing his saliva on her boobs whole y/n complaining about it

The end.

#yandere jungkook #jungkook smut #yandere jjk #dark jungkook #innocent!jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts x reader

[daegudrama]

Daegudrama’s Spicy Festa Special D-7

Title:Lessons in Love Making

Pairing: Reader/Kim Namjoon/Jeon Jungkook

Summary:Jungkook lost his virginity but thinks he must've done a bad job by the person's reaction. He seeks out his two best friends, Reader and Namjoon, to help him learn how to make love. They gladly accept the challenge.

Word Count: 5564 words

Jungkook looks down at his hands as you sit next to Namjoon on the couch. He seems nervous which is odd considering how close the three of you are. The three of you tell each other everything. To the point where there’s a running joke between your other friends that he’s your third. Jungkook squeezes his folded hands as if that might relieve his anxiety. Neither of you are sure why he asked you here, but it must be serious if he’s acting this way. 

Namjoon takes your hand, swiping his thumb over yours as he waits for Jungkook to speak. His eyes are soft looking towards the younger one. The two of you would do anything to help Jungkook. He is very important to you. 

“Last week I went on a date with that girl I met at the gym.” Jungkook says keeping his eyes glued to his hands. His hair is falling into his eyes, soft waves hiding his doe eyes. “She brought me to her apartment and we had sex but it seemed like she didn’t like it. It was really awkward. I should’ve listened to you and done it with someone I care about.”

Your heart sinks as a dejected look takes over Jungkook’s face. Could it really have been that bad? You know it was his first time, but still you thought he knew at least a little. He sure talks like he knows how to please someone. I guess application of those skills is not always as easy. Or maybe she was difficult and unwilling to help him learn. You wonder if he disclosed the fact that he was a virgin. 

“Are you sure? Maybe you just read the situation wrong.” Namjoon says with a comforting tone. 

“No hyung, you should have seen her face. It looked like she was waiting for me to be done the moment I started. I’m surprised she didn’t roll her eyes.” Jungkook pauses, unfolding his hands and wiping away the sweat on his jeans. He finally looks up as he continues. “I know what I’m about to ask is a lot and you are free to reject it without any hard feelings.”

“What do you need, Tokki?” You ask, squeezing Namjoon’s hand while you try not to jump to conclusions. There are a lot of places your mind is going that you aren’t sure it should be. 

“Will you please teach me how to have sex?” His voice is meek and he can’t hold eye contact as you look at him.

You and Namjoon have been friends with Jungkook for years, but that hasn’t stopped each of you from having a small crush on him. Everything about him is perfect from his bunny smile to the way he won’t leave you alone when you’re upset until you feel better. You’ve discussed how he makes you feel with your boyfriend and were just a little surprised when he said he felt the same. In any other situation between friends this would be an outrageous request, but it’s something you will happily do. It’s something that even excites you. Jungkook is one of your best friends and he trusts you to teach him how to be navigate some of life’s most intimate moments.. 

Namjoon looks into your eyes with a raised eyebrow and you nod your head slightly. Of course, he looks a little surprised but he’s not going to miss a chance to be a teacher. He’s too good at what Jungkook wants to learn for him to pass up this offer. 

“We’ll help you, but you need to be in charge here. We need to know what you want to do and what you are okay with us doing to you.” 

“I don’t know where to start.” He sighs walking the short distance to where you are sitting. Namjoon lets go of your hand and the youngest sits in the middle as you make room. “I need your guidance. Where should we start?”

“How confident are you about kissing?” Namjoon questions lying one hand against Jungkook’s back and rubbing small circles. 

That is a good jumping off point. Jungkook has definitely kissed a few people but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it. It’s hard to imagine lips as pretty as his not being able to make a person’s knees weak. 

“I don’t think I’m bad but I’m sure there’s things you could teach me.” He hums a faint sparkle in his eyes as he looks between the two of you. “Let’s start there.”

Namjoon pulls Jungkook off the couch and stands in front of him. The older man takes Jungkook’s jaw between his large hands hesitating for a moment. Jungkook’s hands rest on Namjoon’s waist trying to pull him closer. Namjoon comes closer just like Jungkook wants until their bodies are almost flush against each other. 

“Are you sure?” Namjoon breathes out so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“Please kiss me, hyung.” 

Your boyfriend leans forward and gently kisses Jungkook. Your stomach flutters like you are the one who’s being kissed. Jungkook’s hands are balled up into fists around the fabric of Namjoon’s shirt. Namjoon pulls away with a soft smile on his face. You have to be gentle with your dongsaeng. 

“Koo, please don’t just stand there. Kiss me back.” 

Jungkook’s head surges forward searching for a kiss but instead he bumps noses with his hyung. A nervous laugh leaves his lips and he makes eye contact with you. When you give him an encouraging nod he slowly presses his lips to Namjoon’s. Jungkook is so beautiful moving his lips in time with Namjoon. 

Jungkook takes the initiative and coaxes the older man's mouth open, deepening the kiss with surprising skill. Namjoon seems to be enjoying the kiss. He slides his hand from Jungkook’s jaw to the back of his head threading his fingers through the younger’s long hair. 

A groan escapes Jungkook’s lips and you can see the way his cheeks flame red. He tries to pull away but Namjoon holds him there kissing him with an open mouth in a way that makes heat pool in your stomach. Is it bad that seeing them kiss is turning you on?

Jungkook’s hands relax as they continue to kiss. His hands travel to Namjoon’s back, feeling the older one's hard body. Jungkook pulls back with Namjoon’s plump bottom lip between his teeth. Your boyfriend gasps and Jungkook pulls away cover his face with his hands. 

He sits beside you, hands still covering his face. It’s obvious he didn’t realize that was a good sound. After years of being with Namjoon you are no stranger to that sound. 

“Koo, I like that but not everyone will.” You rub Jungkook’s back while Namjoon speaks. He shyly removes his hand to look towards Namjoon. “You just want to nibble like this.”

Namjoon places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and leans forward to take the younger’s bottom lip between his teeth. He then sucks the soft flesh into his mouth before backing away. 

“You want to be gentle and use just the slightest pressure unless they tell you they want more.” You say, noticing the slight bulge in Jungkook’s pants. Namjoon seems to have also noticed. “Namjoon likes it rougher than most people.”

Your boyfriend huffs but doesn’t try to argue because he knows you’re right. If this is going to work you have to be open and honest with Jungkook. He’s only going to get more discouraged if he feels like he can’t please the two of you.

For a moment you sit there rubbing circles on his back before Jungkook speaks turning towards you. His dark colored eyes are soft, almost innocent like he doesn’t know the effect he is having. 

“Noona, can I kiss you?” 

“Yes.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as he leans closer to you. 

He is careful putting a hand on the back of your neck under your hair. His fingers are warm and the slight pressure sends a flurry of butterflies to your chest. Jungkook leans forward gently pressing his soft lips against yours. He tastes like mint and you are surprised by how quickly he’s taking Namjoon's advice. Jungkook is leading the kiss, scooting himself closer to you. He rests his other hand on your hip and you are failing to see how he thinks he's mediocre. Jungkook is using the right amount of tongue inside your mouth with no darting. 

You are glad you’re sitting because you don’t know if your knees could handle it. A surprised gasp sounds from your mouth when he pulls away and attaches his lips to your neck. Jungkook moves the hand from your neck to your shoulder blade. He doesn’t suck just tonguing and pressing his lips against your neck in a sloppy fashion. His hand traces over your stomach stopping just below your breasts. He pulls back slightly, eyes falling to the neckline of your shirt. 

“Can I touch your…” He trails off suddenly shy again after making sparks play behind your eyes. 

You steal a glance at Namjoon who seems to be enjoying the sight in front of him. He shrugs leaving the decision up to you. You are grateful for the level of trust.

You take the younger one’s hand and place it on your breast. Today you chose to only wear a bralette.  There are only two thin pieces of fabric separating his strong hand from your breast. His hand is warm through the cloth as he goes back to kissing your neck. You lean your head to the side to give him better access.

His fingers are hesitant as they lightly squeeze your breast. Jungkook is treating you as if you are highly breakable. You hum appreciatively letting your hand wander to the hem of his shirt. You pause waiting for him to ask you to do something before continuing. 

“Touch any part of me you want, noona.” He looks over his shoulder to your boyfriend. “You too, hyung.”

“Jesus christ.” Namjoon mutters, obviously as fired up by that sentence as you are. “Jungkook, are you sure you need us?”

“Yes I do. I need to be shown what to do.”

Your hand snakes into his shirt letting you touch the toned muscles of his stomach. All the work he puts on at the gym is really paying off. Jungkook nudges the neckline of your shirt to the side and kisses your shoulder. 

Namjoon moves closer to Jungkook’s back and pulls the younger one's hair into a ponytail. Ever since Jungkook started growing his hair out Namjoon has kept a hair tie on his wrist in case one of us forgets. He secured the ponytail before dipping his head to kiss Jungkook’s neck. A shiver of pleasure runs through the younger one's body. He involuntarily squeezes your boob harder and a moan passes your lips. 

Namjoon’s hand joins yours under Jungkook’s shirt, but he makes his way towards his defined pec. You know the moment Namjoon touches his nipple because Jungkook’s teeth sink into your collarbone. You draw in a sharp breath and catch Jungkook’s lips before he can apologize. Jungkook is moaning into your mouth as Namjoon rolls the younger one's nipple between his fingers.

Namjoon’s other hand reaches forward to grip the side of Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook shifts himself so he’s between Namjoon’s legs allowing the older one greater access. Your hand slides out from under his shirt and rests high up on his thigh. His cock is easily noticeable through his pants now and the urge to touch him is growing stronger by there second. Your finger dances at the edge of his pants and he pulls back to look you in the eyes. 

“When I said anywhere I meant it.” Jungkook says finding your hard nipple through the thin layers of clothing. A flutter of pleasure runs straight to your pussy. “Please, noona, show me how I should practice on hyung.”

Is he innocent? These words feel too devious for how shy he was only a few minutes ago. Maybe his horniness has given him the confidence to ask. Jungkook is too beautiful to turn down. You place one hand on his hard cock and rub it through the fabric of his jeans. A truly desperate whine comes from Jungkook’s throat. A part of you feels proud that you can elicit that sound from his pretty lips. 

“Should we go to your room?” Namjoon says with a low tone that tells you he wants to touch Jungkook as much as you do. 

“Y-yeah let’s do that.” 

Jungkook stands, first adjusting his pants, before he leads the two of you down the hallway to his room. You’ve been in his bedroom lots of time but not for anything close to what you are about to do. Somehow moving into his room makes this feel more real even though your hand was actually just stroking his cock. 

He strips off his shirt and unbuttons his pants as soon as he closes the door. There have been lots of times you’ve seen Jungkook shirtless over the years and even with the crush you’ve had you never noticed how undeniably sexy is. He has the body of a god. His shoulders are broad but they lead down to a tiny waist.

“I have to make this clear again before we proceed. You can stop anytime you want and we won’t make you feel weird about it. If you don’t like something or don’t want to do it just let us know. We are here to help you, Jungkook.” Namjoon says, following Jungkook’s lead and stripping to his boxers which have a prominent tent in the front.

You decide to follow suit and strip to your matching bralette and panties. How convenient that you decided to match on a day your best friend asks you to teach him how to have good sex. Jungkook’s eyes study your form for far longer than he does Namjoon’s and you guess that’s to be expected because they’ve seen each other naked before. 

“I want to do this.” Is all that Jungkook can say as he sits on the edge of his bed. 

Your boyfriend joins him while you kneel in front of Jungkook looking into his wide eyes. He did ask you to show him how he should please his hyung. You think he will learn best through a hands on, or perhaps mouth on, lesson. You wonder if Jungkook’s heart is beating wildly in his chest. From the expression on his face you think it must be. 

Jungkook doesn’t move when you reach for the waistband of his boxers. Only when he realizes you are struggling does he lift his ass off the bed. His cock hits his stomach and you gasp softly. Feeling his dick through his jeans didn’t tell you just how well endowed he is. He looks so pretty with his cock out waiting for you to suck it. 

You lick the tip of his cock pulling another whine from his handsome mouth. He moans louder when you take the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around. His hands are clenched at his side like he doesn’t know what to do with them. You look into his eyes while you sink your mouth further onto his long length. 

“Y/N likes it when you stroke her hair while she’s sucking your cock.” Namjoon says keeping his hands to himself and observing. “But everyone is different. Communication is one of the biggest parts of having sex that is enjoyable for everyone involved.”

Jungkook pushes your hair away from your face and starts rhythmically stroking your hair. He is very vocal. A string of moans are leaving his mouth as you take all of him into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. Jungkook’s head falls backwards when you swallow around his tip. Namjoon is giving him more tips but you aren’t sure Jungkook is digesting a word he’s saying. 

“Noona?” Jungkook asks and you pull your mouth off of his cock with a pop. “As much as I want you to continue, I think I should practice.”

You are amazed by his self control. When you first started having sex you don’t think you would’ve stopped someone from giving you head. He brushes his fingers over the apple of your cheek with a small smile before turning to your boyfriend. 

“Are you ready?” You ask Namjoon, getting up and deciding to sit closer to the head board.

“Come here, baby.” Namjoon says lifting himself to pull off his boxers.

The shock on Jungkook’s face from being called baby almost makes you laugh. It’s not something he’s ever called you or him to your knowledge. You aren’t sure if you imagined it but you swear you see Jungkook’s cock twitch at the pet name. 

Jungkook takes the position you were just in eyeing his hyung’s cock like it’s a foreign specimen. The first thing the younger one does is something you did not do to him. He leans forward and licks Namjoon’s balls. He takes one into his mouth and gently sucks like he’s done this a million times. 

“Feel free to guide my head.” Jungkook says licking the tip of Namjoon’s cock tentatively before speaking again. “I’m not opposed to you pulling my hair.”

With a boost of confidence Jungkook dips his head and sucks Namjoon’s length into his mouth. He takes just a little bit at a time but he must be doing something right because faint groans are filling the air around us. 

“You’re doing so well, Tokki. Look into his eyes while you suck his cock. Watch how you’re making him unravel.”

Jungkook looks up through his beautiful lashes to his hyung and Namjoon grabs the younger one's ponytail. Your boyfriend doesn’t push Jungkook’s head letting him continue what he was doing. There is a lot of spit on Jungkook’s face and on the hand he’s using to pump the part of Namjoon’s cock he can’t reach with his mouth. Despite that Namjoon’s brow is creased in a way you know well.

“Did you really get all of that from watching her?” Namjoon’s voice is breathy as if he might be close to reaching his high if Jungkook continues to play with his cock. 

Jungkook caves his cheeks in trying to take more in his mouth. He opts for something else when he realizes maybe that’s not the best idea. The purpose is to learn how to please someone, not necessarily how to take a fat cock in your throat. That will come with more experiences. 

“She’s a really good teacher.” He answers, flicking his wrist quickly as he strokes his hyung. Namjoon moans loudly at the change in pressure. “I can’t wait to learn more.”

You remove your bralette as you crawl back down the bed to be closer to the action. Namjoon’s free hand cups your breast running his thumb over the bare skin. Every second that passes you can feel yourself getting wetter. You wouldn't be surprised if there was a wet spot where you just sat. A quick glance at your light colored panties confirms you’ve soaked through already. Just from kissing and sucking the dick of this beautiful man.

Jungkook takes the tip of Namjoon’s cock back into his mouth. His hands are gripping Namjoon’s thighs as if he’s trying to steady himself. You lean forward to kiss Namjoon’s neck listening to the sweet moans coming from his mouth. 

Namjoon moves one hand to grip Jungkook’s hair closer to the root. He gives it an experimental tug bucking his hips further into Jungkook’s mouth when the younger one hums around his member. Jungkook chokes, pulling his mouth away to look into Namjoon’s eyes. 

“Kook, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” Namjoon takes Jungkook’s face in his hand with genuine worry on his face. 

“Do it again, hyung.” Jungkook deadpans.

The younger one resumes what he was doing a moment ago. Namjoon talks him through this, telling him to take a deep breath and relax his jaw. Jungkook is a model student letting your boyfriend fuck into his throat until Namjoon cums. Dribblies of cum run out of the corners of Jungkook’s mouth and your boyfriend wipes them away.

“You took me so well, Kook. You’re a natural.” Namjoon whispers to the younger one just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Do you need a minute?” You ask, scooting further up the bed again as you watch Jungkook get to his feet. He walks to the corner of his room to his mini fridge and pulls three water bottles. “Or are you ready to move on to the next lesson?”

He takes a swig of the water before he sits in front of you on the bed. He sets the water on the bedside table then leans towards you. Jungkook puts his finger into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down.

“Can I give you head next?” He bats his eyelashes as he says this like there is any chance in the universe you would deny him of what he wants.

“Yes. Touch any part of me you want, Tokki.” You echo his words from earlier.

Jungkook goes straight in licking your slit with a flat tongue. He presses kisses against your pussy lips and you can feel him losing his confidence already. His movements are slowing but not in a way that seems intentionally sensual. 

“Am I doing this right?” He says meekly looking into Namjoon’s eyes.

“You were just drawing patterns with your tongue on my cock. Do that for her too. You can lead into eating her out with kisses on the sensitive areas around her pussy.” Your boyfriend points out a few areas on your body and Jungkook nods his head.

Jungkook hooks his arms under your legs so he can pull you closer to his mouth. His strong hands grip your delicate thighs as he dives back in with new confidence. He swirls his tongue around your clit after fumbling for only a few seconds to find it. Already miles ahead of most men in this world. 

You thread your fingers into his hair letting your tugs at his scalp show your appreciation along with mewls falling from your lips. Maybe he just needed to be given a safe space to work this out because this is far from the worst head you’ve ever received. In all honesty you are really enjoying this slightly odd scenario. 

“Kook, can you hear that? Listen to those pretty noises she’s making for you. You are making her feel so good.” Namjoon is sitting to the side watching. He’s waiting for a moment to give advice if needed. “You want to make her feel even better?”

Jungkook pauses what he’s doing, moving to use his finger to keep stimulation. He looks towards Namjoon waiting to hear how he can make the heat already pooling in your stomach start boiling. He slides his finger coated in your lust through your folds almost absentmindedly. 

“Finger her pussy. Get yourself used to the feeling and start slow.” Namjoon thinks for a moment, hesitating before he continues. “If you’ve ever fingered yourself it's similar to that. This is just a little easier.”

“I’m a bisexual man that was a virgin until last week of course I’ve fingered myself.”

You and Namjoon giggle for a second before Jungkook plunges a finger inside of you with no warning. He still seems a little unsure as he pushes his finger in and out of you. He curls his finger upward and you gasp clenching around him. A soft moan passes your lips and that brings a smug look to the youngest’s face. How does anyone try to humble him when he looks so goddamn beautiful no matter what he’s doing?

“You are doing so well. Add another finger and go a little faster.” You ask trailing your hand to cradle his jaw. 

“Yes, Noona.” 

His words send a shock straight to your pussy as he adds another finger. He scissors his fingers stretching your cunt. Jungkook leans over to suck your clit into his mouth as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. 

“Tokki, suck a little lighter. There’s only so much a person can take.” 

He laps his tongue over the sensitive area then plants a kiss as if you were asking him to kiss your boo boo. Your moans grow louder as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. This is one thing that he definitely knows how to do already. He is finding just the right angle without anyone having to say anything. Perhaps it’s selfish but you aren’t going to stop him. He is bringing you closer to your orgasm faster than most other people ever have.

Your eyes look towards Namjoon and find his eyes locked on Jungkook’s movements. Despite the blowjob he just received his cock is already hard again. Maybe he’s anticipating showing Jungkook how he likes to fuck you. 

“Noona, do you like this?” He asks, looking up at you with innocent eyes once again. 

His fingers continue to fuck into you at a steady pace that is driving you insane. Sure there are pointers that could help him but what he is doing to you still feels incredible. Nothing a few redirections couldn’t solve. 

“Yes! Keep going, I'm so close!” 

Jungkook uses his index finger to quickly rub your clit in time with the thrust of his fingers. Pleasure washes over your body in tingling waves until he replaces his finger with his tongue. He draws an S shape with his tongue and you cum legs shaking and mouth screaming the youngest’s name. 

“That was so hot.” Namjoon mutters so quietly you aren’t sure he wants to be heard. 

“I like hearing you scream my name.” Jungkook admits pulling his hands away from you and sitting back on his feet. 

A shy blush is creeping onto his cheeks despite the way he just made you cum all over his fingers. His words send a flutter to your heart. He likes hearing you scream his name? He wants to make you feel good so he can hear his name moaned from your lips? 

You sit up only to pull Jungkook down with you. He rests his head on your chest. You rub his back for a few minutes before his tongue snakes out to lick your nipple. 

“Can I watch hyung fuck you, noona?” He asks cupping your breast in his large hand. 

A low groan leaves Namjoon’s throat and he lightly slaps Jungkook’s smooth ass. Jungkook boldly turns over and pulls Namjoon on top of him. Jungkook pulls his hyung down by the neck and makes your boyfriend taste you on the younger’s lips. The way Jungkook continues to switch from shy to confident and hot is almost giving you whiplash. He is driving you crazy. 

“Only if I can watch you afterwards.” Namjoon says sitting up in his straddle position. 

“Anything for you, hyung.” Jungkook says in a  strained voice trying to hold back whines as Namjoon grinds his ass against the younger’s ready cock. 

“Joon, come here before you make him cum.”

Your boyfriend follows your request kneeling in front of your spread legs. Jungkook let’s out an embarrassed whine. You know he wants to deny what you just said but deep in his heart he knows you’re right. 

Namjoon slaps his thick length against your soaked sensitive pussy. He slides it through your folds rubbing your over sensitive clit causing you to thrusts up to meet him. It’s like you are desperately craving him inside of you despite orgasming just minutes ago. 

Your boyfriend speaks to Jungkook as he moves against you. Your brain is tuning out whatever tips he’s giving in favor of focusing on how he’s teasing you. 

You take Namjoon’s cock in your hand and slide it inside of you with a sigh. Namjoon curses as his cock is enveloped by your warm pussy.  He leans forward pressing a kiss to your neck as he thrusts into you. 

He kisses up your jaw until he reaches your mouth,  slowly pushes his hips forward. Namjoon’s kiss still makes your heart flutter despite the years you’ve been together. Your boyfriend is starting slow and sensual, showing Jungkook that not everything needs to be quick and hard. 

When Namjoon pulls away from the kiss you steal a glance at Jungkook. His eyes are wide as he observes and listens to Namjoon’s words. The younger one's cock is standing tall leaking precum and just waiting to be sucked into your cunt. You clench around your boyfriend and he hisses.

Namjoon pushes your knees to your chest and resumes fucking you with more vigor. His strong hands grip your thighs as he finds a good rhythm. Both of you are moaning with each delicious thrust of his hips. Much sooner than you except Namjoon’s moans are getting more desperate alerting you that he’s close to finishing. 

He pulls out scrambling up the bed to your mouth and lets you finish him off. Namjoon can barely hold himself up when you pull your lips away after swallowing every drop of his cum. 

Namjoon lies back on bed reaching for the water and downing it. He watches as Jungkook takes the position he was in just a moment ago. 

“Noona, can you hand me a condom from the drawer?” He asks, letting his fingers trail over the outer skin of your thigh. “Your skin is so soft.”

From your position on the bed you can easily reach into his bedside drawer. Inside you see a small box of condoms and two different vibrators. You tear off a condom and shut the drawer. There is a sense of pride in knowing your best friend isn’t stupid enough to fuck someone without a condom. Even if it is just you. 

Your mind is making up various scenarios of how you’d use those toys on Jungkook. But that probably isn’t something he needs to learn if he already has them. If you asked, would he take you up on the offer?

Jungkook tries to take the condom from your hand but you push his hand away. His brows crease together 

“Noona will do it.” You sit up as you speak.

You tear the wrapper easily and discard it on the bedside table. With one hand you take Jungkook’s cock and with the other you roll the condom on leaving a little room at the top. He watches your movements intently as if he’s never used one before. You are surprised you didn’t fumble. It's been quite awhile since you’ve used a condom. 

Jungkook slides two fingers inside of you giving you a few hard pumps before he replaces his fingers with his aching cock. He feels so different inside you compared to Namjoon. His length fills you in a different way. 

“You feel so much better than Momo.” Jungkook says his brow creased and eyes closed as if he’s never felt something this good. 

He pushes in further bowing his head to watch himself slip inside of you. He really said another person's name while he’s inside of you. In any other situation this would’ve immediately made you stop but somehow you like that he's praising your pussy. 

Jungkook slowly moves his hips mouth falling open as he does. You grip his strong biceps digging your fingernails in when he finds it in him to move quicker. His cock hits exactly the right spot and your moans encourage him to thrust even faster. 

“Kookie, faster isn’t always better.” Namjoon says as if he knows what you are feeling right now. 

“Namjoon shut up.” You take Jungkook’s face in your hands as he halts his movement. “Keep going at that pace. If I’m making good sounds you want to keep doing what you’re doing.”

Namjoon pouts but seems to understand why you cut him off. Jungkook leans forward to kiss your lips then snaps his hips earning a loud moan from you. There’s a smirk playing on Jungkook’s lips like he’s proud that you defended him. 

As Jungkook continues fucking his cock in and out of your drenched pussy he gets sloppy. You can tell he’s about to come and you love the pretty moans that he isn’t trying to hold back. You are glad he feels comfortable enough to let you hear his most beautiful and vulnerable sounds.

“Noona, I’m going to—”

He cuts himself off with a deep groan as he spills into the condom inside you. His cock is pulsing as you clench around him. He stays put without moving for a moment letting his head rest against your collarbone. 

Eventually, he pulls away and disposes of the condom in his bathroom. He returns with a cloth to help you clean up. Once you are clean Jungkook lies between you and your boyfriend on his bed. 

“I think I’m going to need more lessons.” He says seriously. 

“There’s more we can teach you, Tokki.” You say as you cuddle up to his chest on one side while Namjoon takes the other side.

Maybe this is the start of something wonderful. 

#bts fanfic #kim namjoon #namkook #fanfiction #jeon jeonkook #bts smut #namkook x reader #namkook x you #namkook x yn #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon x yn #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook innocent baby #fluff #smut #reader and namjoon are dating #they take good care of jungkook #daegudrama’s spicy festa special

[always-is-always]

That side of the business that we don't talk about...

With the truth about P. Diddy coming out via multiple court proceedings, I take a long-needed deep breath. He is simply one of many in the Western music and entertainment industry that have done a lot of harm, to many. So many.... I hope he gets life behind bars, and they throw away the key.

Part of my concern about the Members getting involved at deeper levels in the Western side of the business is that I know that there are people like P. Diddy who would eventually become a problem. In particular, I was deeply concerned for Jungkook, as he was so driven to succeed in the West. That drive for success can lead down a very dark path, especially for those who have no idea what it is.

10 years ago I didn't know what I know now, about what goes on behind closed doors in Hollywood and in the music industry here in the US. Now, my eyes are wide open. Once they are open, they never ever close again.

As I have mentioned before, the gift of military service at this particular time in the Member's journey is huge. Each of them had been stepping more into the energies of the West, and in particular in a direction that could be not so good, long term. My biggest concern was that Balenciaga was going to get a firm hold on Jungkook. At least that didn't happen.

When navigating in an industry that is based on foreign land, where a language spoken is not fully understood, it is easy to misinterpret and to not understand fully some of the dynamics and things that go on. I'm not saying that the members are naive, just that it isn't easy to totally understand situations when they are so different, and social situations that are seemingly normal(because famous people are involved) yet highly unusual. Even with someone translating, much can be misunderstood. That can lead a person to saying "yes" to attending an after-party or gathering that can be a place where dark things occur that never see the light of day. Add in alcohol and other substances that affect one's ability to think clearly and it is a situation that can lead in a catastrophic direction.

Once someone like a P. Diddy or Harvey Weinstein get ahold of someone, it changes their lives forever. Even if they escape, it still is a difficult path, afterwards. Just ask any of the very famous people who have been abused by or succomed to people like them.

Getting back to the Members here, I am really glad that they have this time away from the world of music, performance, and all of the insanity that is also a part of the industry. In a way, this is like a re-set for the guys. They have a lot of time to reflect, and to consider where they want their life's Paths to go. Plus while they are in the military, I am continually hoping and praying that the people like Diddy get taken to court, and that they will be removed from their places in society. I hope every pedophille and every evil person out there is caught and sent to prision. Too many innocents have suffered at their hands.

If it were a perfect world, we would never have to think about these things, nor worry that they would have any impact on BTS. It isn't a perfect world, and these are valid concerns.

On the day that I wake up and see the news that people like Diddy(and all who went to Epstein's island) are being sent to prision, then I know that the world is headed in the right direction. I pray for that, every single day.

I also pray for the Protection of the Members, ongoing. That will continue until I inutitively feel it is no longer necessary. Let that day arrive soon. 🙏💜

#bts #bangtan #jungkook #let diddy burn #light prevails #its time to clean up hollywood #protect the members #protect all innocents #sorry for the heavy post

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

once again, jisung has been assigned to do some spying but this time he’s assigned to spy on you and yeonjin. he makes sure to stay quiet and follow the two of you in the royal garden; staying close enough to hear the both of you but not in sight.

“wow” gasps yeonjin “this garden is…it’s huge”

“thought you and jungkook used to play here all of the time?”

“we did but looking at it as an adult, i don’t remember it being this big”

the garden is beautiful. all the changes, arrangements, or whatever you’ve done to the garden has deeply impressed yeonjin as she takes a whiff to the sweet smelling air.

“some of the flowers need to be dug up since they didn’t survive the winter” you pout “but look around! which flowers would you like to sell?”

“i can’t make up my mind. you have primroses, camellias, ooh what are these?”

“these are calendula’s. they’re in the daisy family and jawon’s favorite flower. he loves daisies” you say while smiling. anytime you mention your children they bring a smile to your face even yeonjin’s.

“hmm…snowdrops? who likes this ugly flower?”

“me. i like that ‘ugly’ flower”

“oh, interesting”

deep, DEEP breaths. you know snowdrops aren’t that popular you won’t choke the girl just yet but it does hurt your pride to hear someone call one of your favorite flowers ugly.

“wait, are these tiger lilies?”

“yep. they’re jungkook’s favorite flower”

“jungkook’s favorite flower”

you both pause and look at each other. of course she knows jungkook’s favorite flower, they’re childhood friends but just how close was he to this girl that she even knows his favorite flower?

“you know a lot about jungkook, huh?”

“mhm”

“well i wanna how much do you know about him”

“ask me. i bet i know more than you” yeonjin challenges.

“doubt it but we’ve all got our fantasies” you say and you definitely got under yeonjin’s skin. she’s not some delusional girl with fantasies, what she and jungkook had was real.

“how tall is he?”

“he looks like he’s 5’10-5’11”

“m-kay. favorite food?”

“anything with meat. he loves protein”

“wrong, it’s anything areum cooks”

“sure, next question”

“‘kay, why are you here? its been 20 years and out of the blue you reach out to jungkook asking for help. why?”

jisung makes sure to listen carefully to what yeonjin has to say because she may reveal something he’ll have to urgently report back to jungkook or maybe she’ll lie. even he’s curious as to why she’s here after so many years despite not having met the woman but there is something off about her.

“why? do i make you nervous, queen y/n?”

“quit playing in my face before i fuck you up. i’m not joking anymore, what are you here for”

“ooh, feisty. i’m here because jungkook wanted me here”

“he wanted you here? pfft, hahahahaha. do you hear yourself? you sound crazy”

“crazy? oh no no no no” yeonjin smirks as she reaches inside her dress and pulls out a stack of papers, letter and thrust them in your face.

“what are these?”

“they’re letters. letters your husband wrote to me saying how much he loves me, how much he misses me. before you even told the country about prince jinseoul he told me”

‘I miss you so much 연진’

‘You should come by. I could sneak you in’

‘I think about you everyday’

‘If Y/n were never here, I’d marry you instead’

‘Promise me you’ll keep this a secret?’

‘You’re the only person who understands me’

‘Do you think 진서울 is a good name? Tell me what you think’

‘This is my last letter to you. Y/n and I are welcoming our third child and I can’t keep writing you anymore’

- 전정국

no…nononononono.

all these letters are dated and the handwriting looks just like jungkook’s. it’s even got his printed signature at the bottom; HIS. PRINTED. SIGNATURE. your heart is racing and you don’t know whether to beat the shit out of yeonjin or kill jungkook for cheating on you.

“think i’m crazy now?” yeonjin smirks as she laughs out loud at your panicked face that by the second looks angrier and angrier.

jisung immediately rushes back in the palace building to find jungkook with you storming behind him just a few steps behind.

“THE KING! THE KING! WHERE IS THE KING?!” jisung yells at a servant “h-he’s in his office. he just came from a meeting” stutters the maid.

jisung rushes to jungkook’s office, not even bothering to knock which he knows he’ll get in trouble for but he’s trying to warn him before he’s met with your wrath.

“your highness, yeonjin told the queen the two of you wrote letters to each other throughout your marriage. the queen is on her way right now and—“

“JEON JUNGKOOK!!! YOU BETTER EXPLAIN THIS SHIT TO ME RIGHT NOW!! what is this, huh? this is your handwriting, YOURS. you told this bitch i was pregnant with jinseoul? JISUNG GET THE FUCK OUT!!” you shout.

“y-yes ma’am”

“oh, so he warned you i was coming, huh? jungkook please…” you grab his ink pen “please tell me this isn’t real because i swear to god i will shove this pen down your fucking throat if you don’t tell me truth”

~🫧

You look scary, your face is all frustrated and you’re screaming at the top of your lungs, cursing out and glaring at your husband, like he’s going to die by your hands at any given minute.

He has no idea what you’re talking about but you’re not giving him a chance to say anything because you are angrily ranting at him, and he watches you grab a pan and aim it at him, threatening to shove it down his throat if he doesn’t tell you the truth.

And you’re saying something about him telling someone that when you were pregnant with your first child, which is so weird because he never told anyone before his birth.

“W-What??? What the fuck are you talking about? What letters?! Yn sweetheart calm down.” it is safe to say that he’s never seen you this angry at him, not even on your wedding night or wedding day.

You don’t say anything, but you shove the papers in his face and you’re right there is his signature, but he never wrote these letters to her.

He’s so fucking confused right now, because the writing is like identical, there is his stamp, and his name is printed on it. But he never wrote these things to her because he never sent anyone any letters.

And why would he tell her about you being pregnant with his child? “Y-Yn I did not write these letters. These are not true!?” He scoffs, “why would I tell a woman that I’m supposedly having affair with that my wife is pregnant?”

Yeonjin is going to die. Because he’s never cheated on you once, and she has succeeded in manipulating you— and the proof is so strong as well because the handwriting is identical, and his name is printed.

How the fuck is this even possible? Jungkook grabs his hair out of frustration and pulls on it “yn I love you- I NEVER CHEATED ON YOU!” he’s getting loud as well because you’re just not willing to believe him at all. He has no idea how she got these letters, and she got them from, but he never wrote them.

“I…I did not write the letters! I SWEAR ON OUR CHILDREN’S LIFE.” he grabs the skin of his throat, swearing to God, “ and are you dumb if I wanted to cheat on you I would be really discreet. And really, do you think I would cheat on you with my childhood friend?!”

How can you even believe her? “ and if I wanted to be unfaithful to you, I would’ve never married in the first place. I did so much to have you and you are believing that bitch whore over me. I bounded myself to you and gave you nine children but still. YOU WILL ALWAYS BELIEVE EVERYONE OVER ME. Why am I surprised? I am tired of you. YN. Come with me right now.”

He takes your hand and you both go to the garden, where that woman is still standing and it’s safe to say that both of you are feeling really murderous right now. “HEY YOU STUPID WHORE! Where did you get these papers from because you know damn well that I never wrote them.” Jungkook screams at her before pushing her.

“Tell her the truth before I kill you!”

#ask: tc!jungkook #he’s INNOCENT 😱

[chryblossomjjk]

lol that run episode where hobi ran into joonies arms screaming n crying for protection from jungkook n googie comes waddling in w his lil slides and fluffy hair

#lol when they wrote anonymous notes and legit everyone’s notes were about living in fear of jungkook #n yoongi goes #*chin scratch* i think he’s cute #and hobis like #ur hands are shaking #ur scared of him #LMAOOO #or like the said when he’s annoyed w tae he legit just picks him up and throws him #😶 #no cmon #is innocent #my googie is innocent

[flareboi]

white women who are obsessed with kpop are genuinely the one of the insufferable types of people in the world

#the way they dehumanize east asians and treat them either like sex objects or literal babies #the way they treat every black and brown person who dares exist in their vicinity #(including any asian that doesnt fit into their thin pale able bodied standard) #i have a friend who is into kpop and is black and like #the way her fellow kpop fans treat her????? dude its fucking horrible #and the fact that they act like every pale asian man they see is a kpop idol #theyll dehumanize or infantilize them in such a gross way #like “omg he looks like a member of bts 😍” or “awww hes too innocent” (about a grown ass man) #and dont get me started on the way they treat irl asian people its so fucking stupid #hey jessica that guy who works at the grocery store isnt fucking jungkook hes just some person treat him like one #(altho kpop idols are also people and i think the way people talk about them like theyre not is capital w Weird) #i might get doxxed for this but yknow #just food for thought #racism #racism tw #i guess #fett rambles

[fyeah-bangtan7]

© december innocence | ◇ Do not edit!

#bangtan #jungkook #jhope #v #jin #december innocence #p:fantaken #e:concert #220408c

[mingukcore]

One of my Jikook WIPs (now that my tags are working :D) eventho no one asked.....

I swear it looked better in my head-

#jikook #jikook au #kookmin #kookmin au #kookmin fanfic #jikook fic #jikook fanfic #park jimin #jeon jungkook #poor koo #jimin is not innocent #jungkook is tho #bts fanfic #bts

[sluttysposts]

I think you'd like this story: "CUTE OBSESSION(yandere junkook x reader)" by samaira_08 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/245121856?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=samaira_08&wp_originator=vkBdAfgz%2BFJO0aUk67rNpT14Y%2FcjIvuzxKHoCfjXfZD5yc1dzTeDEmaMogYCc9t%2Be6wqB%2FbX2%2FyKIsxIyR5W%2BIrZ1bcEGkfpnQ16qjLXz%2B3O6jdmbWGiGTTvTAmZsC99

Read my story about yandere junkook

#yandere junkook #junkook smut

#yandere jungkook #jungkook smut #yandere jjk #dark jungkook #innocent!jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts fluff

[k-star-holic]

"An Innocent Man" ... Jungkook beauty smoking, another 'a hoax' alert

#BTS #Jungkook #Public release #An Innocent Man #Bulletproofing #appearance #United States of America

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k

> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( they’re in that afterglow <3 oc’s chest is his pillow :(

> in which masterlist!

note: hi hi. here’s ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff 🍰 i just had to write abt this jk :P there’s a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you 🥹 reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. i’d love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3

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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriend’s polaroid camera.

“jungkook,” you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.

“shit, shit- sorry, baby-” he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. “forgot to turn off the flash.”

he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.

“can i take more pictures?”

“did you turn it off?” you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.

“i did.”

a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.

you sigh, melting back into relaxation. “okay.”

he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for it— lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.

this is… the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.

he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldn’t stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you weren’t exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that you’re just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so he’d finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.

wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.

jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.

a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.

clearly, you’ve grown too comfortable in this relationship.

“i love you.” he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- “i love you.” before he’s kissing you again.

“babe-” you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.

“i love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.

pure static— there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like you’re floating- no, you’re falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and you’re falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.

at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. “pretty.”

his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.

“____ is so, so pretty.”

“hm, really?” you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. “thanks to you.”

“me?” his doe eyes widen in confusion.

“you know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.” you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.

“ahhh- ah!”

enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.

his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.

jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.

“oh yeah, baby? do you now?” there’s a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. “i feel nice, too.”

“nice?” your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.

“nice.”

he feels a tug at his heartstrings.

“you know what? fucking great… i could never have enough of you.”

it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before he’s pulling you closer to his body.

“i… i don’t doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but… it’s still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.”

he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when he’s expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.

“really, how do you do this…? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!” he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. “it’s possible for it to be this much? do you get what i’m saying? i just have thoughts like that— love is so fascinating.”

you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but it’s funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.

oh, this actually sounds familiar. he’s getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and he’s not drunk. were you that good tonight?

“i won’t give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?” you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.

you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isn’t you.

“aish, stop talking! i don’t like hearing you talk in that way.”

“then what else am i supposed to do? you’re the one who woke me up.” you retort in annoyance.

but you honestly don’t think there’s any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.”

he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because he’s bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.

“you’re seriously not done?” you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.

he stubbornly answers with a “no!” as his lips ghost over your cheek.

if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.

“babe, you’re supposed to sleep. you have work later.”

“no, i don’t want to sleep. i… i want to kiss you- baby.” he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.

you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.

“you haven’t even said ‘i love you’ back yet.”

“oh, i haven’t?” you wince innocently. “sorry. i love you.”

but he should be the one apologizing to you, since it’s his fault that you still can’t think straight, or walk for that matter.

you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and it’s jungkook’s turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.

“ah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!” he eagerly voices out a special demand.

he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.

your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexy— he’s still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could ‘properly see his love’s beautiful body.’

you roll your eyes inside your head.

what a fucking tease.

nonetheless, you acquiesce.

the flash goes off.

and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.

“baby, let me see.”

“it’s mine!” you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.

he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.

“yes, i’m yours.” he coos in response.

and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security… because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.

jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.

“this is mine!”

he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in film— you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasn’t changed at all.

“just how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?” you ask him lightheartedly.

he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. “i always need more for when i miss you.”

you copy his frown. “then what about me when i’m missing you too?”

“hmmm… i want you to always remember me like this, baby.” he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid you’ve taken of him tonight. “can you see my abs too…? oh- it’s not showing yet.”

he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.

“i’ll look later. i can’t even keep my eyes open anymore. ‘m so tired.” you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. “let’s go to sleep, please?”

jungkook doesn’t find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when you’re tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.

“heaven.” he moans, overcome by contentment.

he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.

“why are you always like this? can you even breathe?” you chuckle with your eyes closed.

“i love your boobs.” his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

“i know.”

he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. “i really, really mean it.”

“yes, baby. i believe you.”

a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.

but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.

yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.

“jungkook, baby, stop. i can’t go another round.” you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.

“AH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasn’t even planning on it!” he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.

“still…” your voice cracks. “you know i’ll get turned on!”

his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry! i’ll behave now!”

thank god.

he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.

“____?” he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that he’s lying motionless.

“hmm?”

“let’s eat dinner outside after work.”

“…meat?”

“and beer!” he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.

“i’ll come pick you up then.” you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. “but go to sleep or else i’ll kick you out of the bedroom again.”

his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.

cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.

he squeaks in defeat. “goodnight, baby.”

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[aajjks]

tc!kookie you’re not doing anything unless i say so.. look at that.. you came so much baby.. all of mommys hand.. hm, fuck, you taste so good. now mommy has to clean you all up baby..

*holding eye contact with him, she keeps sucking her fingers before slowly climbing off his legs and spreading them for her to lean down and slowly kiss his cum covered cock.*

you did so good baby boy.. so good.. look at how much cum there is.. normally, i should be mad you made such a mess but.. it’s all for me, isn’t it? my baby boy came so much all because his mommy made him feel so good.. and you taste so good, i can’t complain..

*placing one last kiss to the base of his sensitive cock, she takes the angry, red tip into her mouth and sucking hard. causing a little bit more cum that kookie didn’t even know he had left to shoot out.*

fuck it’s so good, baby.. mommy wants more.. will you let mommy suck your cock until you cum in her mouth? if you can cum in mommy’s mouth, she’ll let you see her pretty, wet, pussy..

“O-Oh my.. fuck I’m going to die… suck me off- yeah please I need your pretty little mouth on me- please suck me off yn- I’ll do anything for you… then I’m g-going to cum in your cunt please- p-please kiss me again… let me on top of you now- Please I feel so hot- I’m sweating so much.”

#ask: tc!jungkook #I love how this started as an innocent invitation

[frmisnow]

˙✧˖ ?! — KEEPING YOU IN BED (CAUSE I'M DOWN BED). - MDNI !!!

— ‧₊˚ — 🍵 : "wonder where your colleges think you are, they'd never guess i'm balls deep into you huh"??"

summary. going to work on your boyfriends single day-off already sounds like a death sentence, things only become worse when he makes it especially hard to leave the bed.

notes. SLEEPY HORNY KOOK AASHHSSHSH my roman empire... 😭 SORRY FOR THE TITLE I HAD A LIL GIGGLE OKAY ???

warnings/includes: (NSFW) dom! jungkook x f! sub! reader, starts sleepy + wholesome, turns a lil unhinged..., pounding, overstimulation, he's just a bit mean in second half (but we love it)

you rub your eyes, the morning sunlight blinding you through the sheer curtains - soft and rhythmic breathing audible beside you when you look over you find your boyfriend's chest rising and falling slowly, one of his arms still wrapped around your waist, in pure peace still somewhere in the deep roams of sleep.

after all it was his day off, a rare sanctuary in the hectic schedule of hislife, and yet, there you were, inching away from the warmth of his embrace, preparing to face the day ahead.

but as you attempted to free yourself from the tangle of sheets and limbs, a sleepy murmur escaped him, a half-formed quiet plea, "just few more minutes" His arm instinctively tightened around your waist, drawing you back into his tight hug, nuzzling his face to your middle body. quick little peeks placed all over tummy, almost like rubbing his face over you, his hands lazily tracing circles over your sides, "just a little longer"

he shifts his position, now completly lying over you, trapping and preventing you from leaving, wrapping his arms around your neck, "love you so much" whispered into your nape.

you giggled in response, your hands hugging his back, travelling under his shirt, rubbing over the skin gently, "you're trying everything to lure me in longer huh"

kook smiled sleeply against your skin, his head moved to your shoulder so he could look at your face better, lips roaming over your collarbone, settling on them for a split second, "is it working?"

"don't know, might have to try a bit harder" you answered in a joking tone, your fingers tracing light patterns on his back.

he squints his eyes, a faint smile on his face, raising his eyebrows, "oh really?" fake innocence added into his tone.

you were stupid.

in fact very much so.

out of experience you should've known that jungkook has an unbelievable amount of sheer competitivness inside him and if you unleash that - you're pretty much fucked.

you should've recognized that familar grin, you should've recognized those wandering hands of his that would do anything just to prove you wrong, just to remind you that nobody doubts him without well- consequences!

those consequences may include: him in the beginning softly manhandling you (in his own way y'know) which turns into him throwing away any sense of tiredness or gentleness he had before, sentences like "feel me fuckin pounding, listen to it" or "so much fuckin cum" rolling over his tongue as he overstimulates you over and over again.

damn well keeping that clock on the night stand at the corner of his eyes, just to rub it into your face, "how easy it was to get you to do this" or "wonder where your colleges think you are, they'd never guess i'm balls deep into you huh"

and oh he's looking for answers from you too, "what are you gonna tell your boss now?" half mumbeled half groaned as he slams into you once more chasing that 3rd orgasm, obviously knowing you're way to brainfucked to understand think about even responding.

"should've kept your fucking mouth shut, don't you think?" and all you can do in response is whimper and moan like a little bitch.

weirdly enough that's what satisfies him - the slutty expression on your face, the way your mouth stays slightly parted, the way your pussy tightens around him, the way your tits just fit so easily in his hands like they were made for him (which he'll openly say 2!), the way you sound, the way your body looks when he fucks you senseless - everything about you like this is so endearing to him and worth repeating over and over again.

he can be real sweet after, acting like it never even happened, bringing you breakfast to bed while you were lying bare trying to regain your brain acess again, innocently saying smth along the lines of: "i called you in sick for today" then adding, "it's not like it's worth going anyway might just spend the day with me" okay whatever you say kook :3

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[hongjoongscafe]

Peach.

One-Shot.

Pairing: professor!jungkookxcamgirl!reader.

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, forbidden au, uni au.

Summary: where his lust and admiration fell for a camgirl.

Word count: 15.4k+

Warnings: age gap (oc: 21, JK: 30), masturbation… lots of masturbation, sort of online bullying(?), kind of public masturbation, toys, name-calling, sir/daddy, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex (Namjoon will bonk your head if you don't use a contraceptive), spanking, spitting kink, cum eating, choking, overstimulation, a little bit of degradation, pussy spanking. (and that anime-ish picture has nothing to do with the fiction. Imagine the characters however you want!)

Masterpost

“Oh fuck!” Jungkook's voice trembled as he palmed himself through his sweatpants. The thin shining layer of sweat made his face look sexier. His teeth were gritting and his eyes could barely focus on anything but the screen.

He had sworn to make himself wait until he could not wait anymore. He wanted to tease himself until he felt like bursting through his high. He wanted the pain of pleasure to run through his muscles and explode when it was too much to fill his body.

His ears were red from arousal and his veins were popping from lust.

He waited for a whole day to end just to tune into his favourite girl's livestream and tease himself as long as she teased herself.

Through his screen, he admired how her legs were wide open with a camera between them showing her gushing core. The livestream only started about five minutes ago. And he was already so ready to burst in his pants.

He was packing (giddily) to go back home after his day was over at the university to watch her, he was smiling widely. However, his smile dropped when he saw Mr Jameson (the director of the university) standing on the threshold of his office room.

“Mr Jeon, kindly visit conference hall 2 for a staff meeting in ten minutes.”

His lips frowned but nodded and sighed thinking that he probably wouldn't be able to make home soon enough to watch his MissPeach.

The meeting went longer as expected. It was nothing but about exchange students. Jungkook had ten exchange students in total and about three in each lecture he was assigned.

He made it home just in time. While he was juggling the key in the keyhole, he opened the stream and it was on its final countdown till the stream started. He sighed with relief and finally went inside and jumped on his bed, not bothering to turn on his lights. The burnt yellow guiding lights in the hallway and in his room were enough for him which turned on automatically when the sun kissed the ocean through his window and the night began to fall.

“Today, I thought I must not make you all wait,” Miss Peach's soft voice finally speaks. “So I’m going to skip teasing and just jump right into it,” she giggled when the chat went crazy with thank yous and asking for more or some who loved to get teased were upset but so ready to see.

Jungkook’s cock twitched after hearing her seductive yet innocent voice. She never showed her face but he knew she was smiling.

“I’m tired today, so I will use my sex machine instead. I hope it is alright,” she hummed.

Jungkook quickly tapped his screen with a frown of worry.

Bigdaddyj: Baby, it's alright. Relax and just let go, yeah? Don't worry<3 If someone has any problem, Daddy will handle —$200

The ping on Peach's side made her look at the chat. “Thank you, Daddy,” she chuckled. “You are always so generous.”

Jungkook could see her pussy throbbing as she said daddy. He bit his lip and saw a fake cock attached to a machine. Peach rubbed the lube all over it and aligned it with her pussy. She started it at a slow speed.

“Oh,” she gasped as it slowly started to push in. “This feels so good.”

He whimpered imagining his cock pushing into her pussy. Lowered his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and squeezed the head, trying to feel how it would feel if he were that fake cock. His cock would look prettier and feel better than that thing. But at the same time, he wanted to suck that toy and lick all of her sweet juices, too.

“You fill me up so good,” she rasped. “Please fuck me,” Peach panted as she raised the power and the thrusts got faster and wetter.

“Fuck,” he couldn't control and gave in. His fist picked up the pace of the toy and looked at her pretty pussy swallowing the toy. Her sweet moans and whimpers only fueled his desire.

Not much later, he came all over himself, ruining his white shirt and black pants. But it was worth it.

“That was quick,” she giggled as she panted. Her pussy was red and swollen just how he loved it. “I hope you all came as well… tomorrow I was wondering if we could do qna type of thing? Not the usual stream but just something. I kinda wanna talk. I don't get to do that enough so…”

Jungkook was quick to reply.

Bigdaddyj: aw Peaches I would love to talk to you, baby girl. It will be fun. ^^ –$300

Reading the chat he sent, she hummed cosily. “You think so, daddy? I'm glad. I'll be seeing you all tomorrow then.”

With that, the stream ended and Jungkook slumped against the headrest.

Jungkook used to share a staff flat on campus with two other professors. It was going fine until he found MissPeach. Watching her was becoming a huge task with the other two men in that small flat. It was always obvious whenever he would jerk off.

On many occasions, his roommates would catch him after looking at his flushed face after one of his “sessions”. They said that his face could never hide the fact that he just jerked.

He started to wear makeup but it was frustrating and ended up moving out and eventually purchasing his own apartment off campus. It was rather convenient.

His obsession, however, grew ridiculously embarrassing. And having his own apartment helped him live it. Whenever MissPeach would go live, he would watch without caring about someone disturbing or making fun of him.

Sometimes he felt utterly embarrassed whenever he sat in front of his gigantic TV in his living room with a football game, his one hand holding his mobile with MissPeach's livestream on it and the other hand wrapped around his aching cock. He couldn't miss either.

It all worked out for him.

…

The next morning, Jungkook walked into his lecture hall dressed in a black shirt and black pants, his feet clad in the infamous black boots that made him look professional at the same time a character out of a dark romance book.

“Good morning, class. I hope you all had a long night. I have a job for you all,” he cleared his throat. “I'll be handing you guys a worksheet. You have this whole lecture which is sixty minutes. Take help from your sources and complete it. It's been one month and four more to go. So I want you all to revise what we did this month. I think there is no better way than this. What do we say? Do we agree?” he asked with his bubbly smile that he knew no one could resist.

The students agreed. Soon enough, everyone had two sets of five-page-long worksheets on their desks. In this specific batch, he taught biology. But he had chemistry as well.

You loved biology. And even more now because Jungkook was your professor. You were an exchange student and joined this semester.

On your first day, when he walked into the class, you were positive that he was one of the students but when he stood behind the teacher's desk and started his lecture, your jaw was barely holding up. He looked ripped and broad. The buttons on his shirt were fighting against the monstrosity of his chest. You swore you saw his nipples poke through his shirt at some point.

Even now, when you are sitting in your seat you can't help but look up and steal some glances towards him. He was sitting on his chair, reading something on his laptop with his glasses perched up.

You felt your pussy tingling. Since the first day, you have been masturbating to him. But your pussy just wanted his finger, mouth, and cock.

He never noticed you. You preferred to stay at the corner at the back and just exist. Socializing was not your forte. You had one too many insecurities to even say hi to someone. Even when some of the girls approached you for you to join them around, you always politely declined.

And the rest were not as nice. The thing was that you were a scholarship student at a private university. You barely afford to live. And the others barely kept money in their banks but still had too much money. They were everything you could never be and sometimes they took it as an advantage.

So you preferred to stay away and not get involved with anyone.

You were focusing on your worksheet when Jungkook’s chair screeched against the floor, looking up, you saw him slowly walking around and inspecting if someone needed help. So far, it was not bad. He had taught everything perfectly.

You focused back on your work. You could hear his footsteps. Here and there, the girls asked him some silly questions. You wanted to ask, too. But your confidence was a bit above -200.

So no, you weren't going to ask.

Soon enough, the musky scent invaded your senses as Jungkook was closer to you. He stood by you and looked at your work. You hid your hands under the desk to hide the trembling. It was the first time that you saw him up close. He never took a round, most probably because it was never needed. On the other hand, there weren't any emergencies or something that would make you knock on his office door.

Your eyes met with his as he asked “Miss Park, do you need any help?”

You shook your head, not trusting your voice.

“As expected,” he smiled. He fucking smiled at you. You bit back a silly smile, cleared your throat and looked down.

He moved along and you finally took a breath. He is rather enchanting and you just couldn't rebel.

How could you? That big Professor was a god himself.

“After you are done, you can hand your sheets to me and leave,” he said and took his seat.

You had completed the worksheet about twenty minutes earlier but there was no way you were going to get up and attract any attention. So you started to go through Chemistry.

Chemistry was not your best subject but it meant another hour in Jungkook’s class.

Your concentration enveloped you and made you lose the passage of time. You slightly flinched as Jungkook called your name.

“Miss Park, it has been ten minutes since the lecture got over. You can take the worksheet home if you want and submit it tomorrow if you are finding it hard. Or I can help if you want,” Jungkook offered.

You looked around the empty class and back at your professor. “Ah,” you nervously chuckled and started collecting your stuff. “It is all done,” you said in a small voice and finally gathered everything.

You walked towards him and handed him the sheets. Awkwardly, you bowed and stepped away. However, Jungkook stopped you.

“Miss Park, please write your name and ID number over here, please,” he smiled… again.

You could feel your ears heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s alright!” as you were writing your name and ID number on your sheets, Jungkook took notice of your hands. They looked familiar. Way too familiar.

The images of his MissPeach flashed in front of his eyes. That glistening, pink pussy. His cock twitched in his pants. He shook his head to get the images out. “There are many similar hands, JK!” He scolded himself.

“How are you keeping up, here?” Jungkook asked to distract himself.

You slid the now-named sheets back to him. “Um, it's nice here.”

Jungkook’s eyes twitched at the familiarity of your voice as well. “That’s good. If you ever have any problem, you can come to me. We have two classes so feel free to reach out. You are already so far away from your home so don’t hesitate to ask for help.”

You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” with that, you finally left with a racing heart and wet panties.

Jungkook looked at the closed door. “Ah, I should stop watching her. She is messing up my brain. Y/n can't be her. She is too innocent for that… right?”

But who was he kidding, he was obsessed with MissPeach.

You felt embarrassed when you walked out. His mere smile and thick voice made your pussy clench around nothing and your panties wet. You could feel the wetness on your thighs.

He had an effect on you more than your body could handle without making you feel like his whore.

But you knew he would never look at you the way you wanted him to. To begin with, you were his student and if there was any chance that he would get involved with one, that certainly wouldn't be you.

There were many painfully beautiful girls around you who had maintained themselves like Queens. They had proper skin care, a pretty makeup routine before they came to university and a relaxing night routine. Whereas you, you splashed your face with water and soap and slapped basic cheap face cream on your face.

Most of your money from your “job” was sent to your parents and for your apartment rent. And not to mention, that where you came for an exchange programme, even farting costs money.

Sighing, you walked through the crowd of students and looked around. Everyone was busy with their stuff. In the canteen, groups of friends were sitting and enjoying the food. You brought your own meal but today you were running late and packed nothing. So you walked towards the cheapest of the options, a vending machine.

You bought some rice balls and a can of Sprite. Quickly, you left the canteen and sat on the empty staircase which rarely anyone visited which led to the abandoned old green room.

It didn't take time for you to finish your food. The thought of your hot, ripped professor was still fogging up your mind and probably the sane side of your brain, too. And the more it did, the more your panties became wet.

The image of his beautiful long fingers teased you. You wondered how his tattooed fingers would look while playing with your pussy. Oh, you just wanted just that.

His lip ring was the end of you. You wanted to sit on his face and feel the piercing over your pussy. You always paid attention to when he played with his lip ring with his tongue and just wanted to know how it would feel teasing your clit.

You couldn't take it anymore so you opened the secret pocket of your bad and took out a tiny bullet vibrator that you carried after realizing that Mr Jeon was a sexy man that you just wanted fuck.

Looking around the empty staircase and hallway above, you opened the button of your pants and slipped your hand inside your panties. You positioned the toy over your clit and buttoned up your pants back on.

From your mobile, you turned it on. The low vibrations of the toy shivered you up. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the railing, slowly turning up the power.

It was a perfect gift from one of your viewers who watched almost every stream, Bigdaddyj. You loved this toy the most. It didn't make any noises and was easy to carry around in your bag… or inside your panties.

Soon the vibrations got stronger, leaving your mouth wide open. Your hips thrust in the air and your legs trembled.

A strangled moan forced out so you slapped your hand over your mouth to make no noises. You imagined Jungkook between your legs fingering your hole and sucking on your clit. Thinking of him humming and moaning on your pussy sent you to the edge.

Not so long after, your body seized up and climaxed.

You whimpered at the sensitivity and turned off the toy. It was hard to bring your breath to normal but you somehow managed and stood up yet again questioning your existence.

…

“So I see many of you tuned into this live… I was not expecting this,” you giggled looking at the viewer bar. There were about one thousand viewers. They could only see your boobs clad in a black satin tank top. “Shall we start with the QnA?”

Jungkook was lounging on his sofa with a glass of whiskey. He looked at MissPeach’s boobs. He just wanted to squeeze them and pamper them with kisses and just… keep on worshipping her.

Bigdaddyj: You look fabulous, pretty. How was your day?

You looked at the chat, it wasn't as crazy as when you bare your boobs and pussy. Your heart fluttered when you saw the name of your regular who insisted you call him daddy. “Thank you, Daddy! I'm fine, just a bit tired. It was a long day,” you hummed.

Bigdaddyj: Aw, baby. You should rest. Drink something warm and sleep.”

You smiled at his chat. Playing with the top of your tank top, you replied, “I will. But I have some other things to do and study for a bit.”

Jungkook watched MissPeach play with the top. He couldn't help but pay close attention to the hands. They were similar, he was sure of that. However, he shook his head and paid attention to MissPeach’s chat.

Cummingdick: show face

Natehell: Do you meet in private?

She answered that question, “No, I don't meet in private.”

Then Jungkook asked the question that had been bugging him all-day.

Bigdaddyj: Baby, yesterday you said that you don't get to talk a lot. What is that? Do your friends don't listen to you?

You looked at the question. Your smile faded, lucky you never showed your face. What were you supposed to answer? But it was Daddy who asked it so you had to answer.

“Well, I'm not a very social person. Plus I moved to a different country recently. So I don't have friends here. I prefer staying by myself anyway. It works for me!” you tried to be enthusiastic.

Patrick: show tits, bitch

Fuckboi2000: it's always the quiet ones who whore around

Lovethatpus: I thought you had fucked the whole campus

Jungkook didn't feel good. He heard that strained voice and could tell it was deeper than that. He felt rage reading mindless chat, on top of that. He always saw that innocence in her. Even though she was a camgirl, her demeanour reflected the innocence that he wanted to protect.

Bigdaddyj: it's alright, baby. Try to get along slowly. I'm sure you will make a good friend. Don't be alone, my darling.

The chat from Bigdaddyj brought a smile to your face. Where everyone was requesting you to remove your top and spread your legs, he was making sure you felt heard.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Daddy.”

The chat progressively got disappointing and soon turned into a mess. The viewers dropped down when you didn't remove any clothes.

There weren't many questions, in fact, nobody asked a proper question except Bigdaddyj.

Cummingdick: this sucks

Fuckboi2000: Man, you wasted my time, you fucking stupid cunt.

Ridemycock: never turn up if you not gonna show that pussy

Hideme: You're not as interesting as your pussy

Lovethatpus: No wonder why you don't have friends, bitch. Other than your pussy and tits, you are fucking boring

Boobieman: I would just use you and throw you. Boring ass bitch

You sighed. Maybe you shouldn't have done this. What did you even expect? Talking on a porn website? You shook your head and just looked at the chat, not answering any questions.

Soon, there was only one viewer left. And you were certain who he was.

“Daddy?” you called in a low, soft voice.

Jungkook's eyes widened when MissPeach called him. He wasn't expecting her to know that he was still tuned in. Half of him was burning with rage because of those stupid assholes who had to degrade you instead of going somewhere else.

He quickly typed.

Bigdaddyj: yes, baby?

“Do you wanna know a secret?” she hummed.

Bigdaddyj: yes, of course, baby. What is it?

You didn't say something for a few seconds and then stood up. Taking a tissue next to you, you poured some micellar water on it. “Look here, okay?” you said and took a deep breath.

Jungkook typed a yes and looked where she had lowered her pyjama shorts, brought the tissue and pressed for a few. It was above her hip bone on the left side.

Slowly, the tissue swapped and showed a tiny coloured tattoo. It was a cute little pastel pink peach.

Jungkook's mouth parted and looked at the tattoo. He felt his cock twitch in his sweats.

“I got this when I turned nineteen. But I always hid it. It's tiny but I always feel like not wanting to show this to anyone. But I only put on concealer whenever I come live or when I wear cropped tops or something like that,” MissPeach said.

Again, Jungkook’s fingers tapped across the keyboard.

Bigdaddyj: That has to be the most adorable tattoo I've ever seen, baby. I wanna kiss it.

A soft giggle left her. “You can kiss it, Daddy.”

Jungkook smiled.

Bigdaddyj: Tell me, pretty. What other secrets are you hiding?

She sat down again. Her delicate fingers tapped the tabletop. “There are some secrets that I have that no one knows. Will you keep them as secrets if I tell you them?”

Jungkook didn't need to think at all.

Bigdaddyj: Of course, baby. I'll keep them for you.

At this point, Jungkook just wanted her to talk about things that she couldn't talk about or didn't have a friend to talk to. He loved this. Just talking and existing at the same time.

He knew he was fucked. How could he get attached to a faceless person like this?

“I used one of your toys today…” she rubbed the back of her neck. “At university at lunchtime.”

Jungkook’s cock hardened right away. She used his toy at her university.

“And you know what's worse? I've been taking it every day with me and using it often at the university. I keep it in my secret pocket in the bag. I always feel dirty using it,” she confessed.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed.

Bigdaddyj: You always feel that horny, baby? What do you think about when you use it?

She paused for a moment, “will you be angry if I tell you the truth?”

He frowned. “So not me,” he mumbled. “Why would she? She has never seen me before.”

Bigdaddyj: Not at all, pretty.

“Hm… I always think about my professor,” she revealed.

“Fuck me,” Jungkook moaned. Even though it wasn't him, the thought of her masturbating to a professor made his cock harder.

Bigdaddyj: You are one nasty little girl, baby.

“I can't help it, Daddy. I really can't.”

…

Your morning class was supposed to be Chemistry but Jungkook couldn't show up for the lecture. Instead, he sent the worksheet to the students through an adjusted professor.

The instructions were similar to what they were for biology. However, this was not easy for you.

It took ten extra brain cells to solve one damn equation. There was no way you were going to get this worksheet done in time. You scolded yourself in your mind for taking this ungodly subject just to spend one more hour with Jungkook who truly never noticed you.

Later in the day, it was your Biology lecture. And to your luck, Jungkook was present in this class and had brought back the worksheets with him.

“You all did an excellent job with this worksheet,” he said as he stood up and smiled at all. Oh, that fucking killer smile that you wanted to eat up. “However, there was one person who did an exceptionally great job!”

His eyes roamed around and stopped at you. “Miss Park,” he called, making your breath stop. “Not a single mistake. Everything was written so beautifully and accurately. I'm impressed by your work. That one diagram was drawn with perfection even in a limited time. And all those diagram with other processes were great addition. One could tell you know what you are doing. Keep working like this,” he gave you a toothy smile and thumbs up.

Your cheeks turned into rosy red. Not trusting your voice, you quickly bowed to him from your seat and gave him an awkward smile.

The lecture passed by with him starting a new chapter and passing on the introduction of sub-topics to make everything easier when studied in detail— one of his tricks for learning that was your favourite.

As the lecture ended, everybody started to leave and you were packing up as well. It was only 2:00 PM and you were planning to go back to your apartment.

“Miss Park,” Jungkook called your attention. “Do you have time for a moment? I've something to discuss.”

You nodded.

Soon, you found yourself sitting in front of your professor. The same one who made you masturbate in public and that you confessed to a stranger who watched your stream regularly.

“Miss Park, you did an outstanding job in Biology. I'm impressed, actually. When I was handed your performance chart from your university, I knew I didn't need to be worried about you. No one gets into this university without any reason. It's harder. You either need too much brain or too much money,” he said. “I was actually quite eager to go through your Chemistry worksheet.”

You dug your nails into your palm, knowing well that you had disappointed him.

“I can see that Chemistry is difficult for you. Or if I rephrase it, you are thinking that it is difficult for you,” he pulled out the worksheet. “You haven't answered all the questions and there are some mistakes. From the look of it, it seems you have a problem with your basics. I'm pretty sure it will be all right once the lab starts but I think it would be much helpful if you understand things in theory better.”

You fumbled with your fingers and avoided his eyes. Your body was tense and he could see right through it.

Jungkook removed his glasses, “Miss Park, May I ask why you opted for this subject? I see you only had Biology before. Why the sudden addition of Chemistry?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke up. “I'm sorry, Mr Jeon. I didn't mean to disappoint you in any way… I just took chemistry for extra credits.”

You lied. Oh, you fucking lied to your professor and you wanted to run away. Lying to him hurts you more than it should have.

Jungkook chuckled, “I’m not disappointed in you, Miss Park. I think with a little extra attention, you will be able to perform just as well as you do in Biology.”

You looked into his twinkling eyes. “I-I’m not sure if I can be that good in Chemistry. It's- it’s stupid, I should probably get it crossed. I think I still have time for that. Yeah, that, I'll do that,” the panic settled in.

Jungkook looked at you and found you a fragile little thing. He had never paid much attention to you knowing you were all good in your studies.

But right now, he wished he did.

You were a simple girl with a straightforward goal. He never saw you messing around or heard any gossip about you other than that you do not get mixed up well with others. Considering the fact that you had just moved out and still settling in, it was normal for not mixing up. It takes time.

“Miss Park,” Jungkook leaned in and patted your shoulder. “You don't need to panic. How about we try solving this problem for a couple of weeks and then see if you get any better, hm?

You sat frozen in your seat and just took in the feeling of his hand on your shoulder trying to calm you down. “What if I don't?”

Jungkook smiled, retrieving his hand and making you want more. “Then you can get it cancelled from your major.”

You nervously asked, “When can we start?”

“If you don't have any other class for the day, we can start right now! Do you have any classes?” you shook your head. “Alright, follow me to my office, Miss Park.”

Almost an hour since Jungkook has been focused on you. He was damn sure that your hands and voice were similar to MissPeach. He has been watching her for a month and he knows her perfectly. Her moans, whimpers, begging, sniffles, everything to the point she showed or let him see, he noticed.

However, he couldn't risk any false situations.

The picture of the peach tattoo flashed in front of his eyes. How MissPeach confessed to masturbating in university and that too while thinking about a professor… right into feeding his fantasies.

Not that he dreamt of that before but since MissPeach and you blocked his mind, he couldn't help but want this to happen. As forbidden as it was, you were a fully grown adult.

His pants started to tighten, his cock begging for a touch. But he pushed the need behind his head. He shouldn't think such filthy things while you are struggling to solve the equation in front of him.

He loved how your bangs caressed your soft cheeks. He wanted to caress your forehead to get rid of the tension lines you got while concentrating. He loved it when your nose scrunched up whenever you got stuck on a specifically harder equation.

He wondered why you had tiredness kissing your face. He hated that and wanted to take you in his arms and hum you to sleep in his lap.

Oh! He would do anything just to free your lower lip from the confines of your teeth and caress it with his thumb… kiss it with his lips and taste your pretty mouth.

His eyes widened at his wild thoughts. Fuck. He thought.

But something in his mind said that he needed to know if you were MissPeach or not.

Tattoo… he needed to keep an eye for it. She herself said that she always hid it whenever she came live or when she wore something like cropped tops.

…

It was the fifth day of the extra classes. You were waiting for Jungkook in his office with your notebook and textbook out as commanded by him. He informed you earlier that in this extra class, you will be joined by someone. You had no idea who this person was.

After about five minutes, the door opened. Along with Jungkook, another girl walked in. Margot.

There was nothing good about her. At least when it came to you, it wasn't. She was the only daughter of a realtor father and an advocate mother. Her nose was always high in the sky and her eyes looked down on people like you.

For her, you were not worth the hassle.

“Miss Park, Miss Bell was having trouble with the topic we are going to cover today. So I thought maybe we could work on it together!” Jungkook said as he took his seat in front of you and Margot on your left.

You nodded.

“Oh, well… I would have preferred this to be a private session, Mr Jeon. You know, it's better with personal attention and not,” Margot looked at you with a side eye, “share it with a scholar.” She spat the word scholar as if it were a pesticide.

Her voice was animatedly high-pitched and it annoyed you to no end.

“Really? I don't think so. Instead, I think that this is better. If you have any doubts, it can help Miss Park as well. And if Miss Park has any doubts, it can help you. Knowledge is never private, Miss Bell,” Jungkook sweetly said. You admired his thinking. He wasn't only hot and intelligent but also highly respectful as well. “Now without wasting time, let's start, shall we?”

It was only fifteen minutes in when Margot started to shit from her mouth.

“Mr Jeon, are you single?” she asked.

Jungkook looked up from his laptop and lowered his glasses. “Why do you ask?”

“You don't look single. There must be someone just as hot as you that you are dating,” your eyes widened at her choice of words.

Jungkook chuckled. “No, Miss Bell. I'm single.” His eyes stole glances at your face. You were buried in your book but he knew you were listening.

“Such a waste of hotness,” Margot tsked. “I think you deserve someone with pretty eyes, a sharp face and an intelligent mind, and money as well— ‘cause you know, there are many who would anything for money if they don't have it themselves! I'm sure you will go for someone who looks like a princess. With dusty blond hair,” At this point, she was just pointing out her own features.

“Miss Bell, I don't think you should be discussing such stuff. Plus, Miss Park must be getting disturbed,” his reply made your butterflies jump.

“Who cares? This is not all, you know? A girl must keep herself up to standards. No one will look at her if she keeps on being like this. A girl must wear good clothes, wear shoes that have solid soles and not hang by a single thread. Get a proper manicure done. Have some sense and class with good brands. And knows how to properly use make-up and not just use some cheap ass shit that cakes up,” you fisted your hands to hide your chipped nail paint as you felt the redness and shame crawling up your neck.

“Stop, Miss Bell! Thi–”

“I- I need to go,” you interrupted Jungkook and stood up. You messily collected your books and ran out without even putting them in your bag. You felt suffocated.

Jungkook could never be yours. You had nothing. You were average-looking, had no money to buy big brands, and had the most average life. and not to mention how you chose to bare yourself on the internet in front of strangers for money instead of going for an actual job.

You had nothing against people who did this with choice but you had never been this open-minded about it. Hell, you were still a virgin.

Long ago, your parents had a small business which earned enough for a healthy living. But because of your father's sudden illness, everything went to nothing. To pay the bills, your parents had to sell almost everything little by little and in that, the business went crashing. They sold the house and moved into a smaller house. It was still expensive. Hospital bills were stacking up. Most of your money went into that. It wasn't your choice to move away and stay like this. But desperate times bring desperate measures.

Why would Jungkook like you when you had too much shit to handle? He would probably walk away. Would he even look at you like you wanted? Never. You were his student, a twenty-one years old but still a student. While he was thirty years old successful professor.

…

It has been a week since MissPeach last came live.

You were kind of not feeling going on live after your qna. People, other than Daddy, made you feel like a worthless object that deserved nothing but to bare herself for the world to see. They had forgotten that there was an actual person with a heart that gets hurt as well.

So when you went live without any previous notice, you preferred to not talk at all and just release your stress. Plus you needed money to send it to your parents.

After coming back from your extra class with Jungkook, you could feel your arousal running down your thighs. Even though you weren't feeling good, your pussy had its own mind.

You were going to take care of your problem in private but you needed that money.

When the notification popped on Jungkook's phone, he quickly turned off the heat under the pasta and sat on the couch. He wasn't expecting you to go live but it was more than fine. He gets to talk to you.

The live started. You were sitting on your chair, wearing your underwear. A pastel blue set. Jungkook was quick to type the compliment and donate some money.

Bigdaddyj: My pretty baby looks so beautiful as always <3 –$300

He waited for you to say something but it never came. It was odd, you always replied to him.

You didn't say hi or ask how everyone's day was. Nothing.

Bigdaddyj: Baby? Everything alright?

You leaned back and sighed. Hooking up your thumbs with the corner of your panties, you removed them showing glistening folds.

Cummingdick: thank fuck this slut decided to show some pussy.

Randomdude: wanna fuck that hole so fucking bad💦

You slid your hand between your legs and teased your folds, not touching where you needed them the most. The slick was dripping down on your bed.

A blissful sigh escaped your throat when your cold fingers finally touched your throbbing clit. “Daddy,” you whimpered. It was your way to make him know that you acknowledge him and him only.

Jungkook’s cock hardened embarrassingly quickly. He knew something was not right and that MissPeach was feeling off but now when she moaned what she called him, he couldn't resist. He was sure that she was thinking of that professor but fuck he would be lying if that didn't just make him want to be delulu.

You picked up a lipstick and opened it. Dropping the cap, you picked another big blush brush with a metallic multi-coloured stick.

You pressed the button at the bottom of the lipstick and it started to buzz. Bringing it down to your clit, you gasped and moaned lewdly when the high vibrations buzzed through your veins.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you moaned.

Jungkook took out his cock from his sweatpants and stroked himself. This was one of his favourite toys that you owned paired with the brush wand in your hand. He always complimented her about it.

Bigdaddyj: Such a good girl, you are. Using Daddy's favourite toys. Hm? –$500

The ting of the donation made you look at the screen and made you moan knowing it was from Daddy. You turned on the brush and teased your hole with it. The double vibrations left you with your mouth wide open in a silent scream.

Slowly, you pushed the brush inside you. “Ah, Daddy please fuck me!” you screamed.

You closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook. He has been leaving subtle touches– not sexual. But they were enough for your weaker self.

You imagined his fingers rubbing your clit, spitting on it as his cock plunged into your filthy cunt. The vibrations against your G-spot made you see the stars.

It was embarrassing to admit that you had seen his huge bulge in the classroom sometimes.

You imagined how his hot cock would feel in your pussy as you rode him while his hands played with your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples. You just wanted him to wrap his hands around your throat and choke you as you lay under him with your knees touching your chin.

The overwhelming feeling of vibration from both the toys and the image of Jungkook ruining your cunt.

Jungkook matched the pace of your hand thrusting the damn thing in your swollen pussy. He was so close.

He had never seen MissPeach so out of it. He loved it.

His balls tightened, ready to burst anytime. Soon enough, his cock twitched and he emptied himself all over his white shirt when you moaned out loud and squirted. The brush slipped out of your cunt.

You dropped the lipstick thing and slapped your pussy as you squirted more and more with the image of Jungkook between your legs, lapping up your juices like the gentleman he is.

Your eyes and breath took time to adjust and when you felt normal, you turned off the live and sat there thinking about what just happened just like Jungkook who was hard again after seeing you squirt like a broken faucet.

You had never squirted in your whole life.

…

There was complete silence in Jungkook’s office. You were sitting in front of him, working on some theory. Your concentration was strong and you grasped everything perfectly.

Everything about you was quiet. You walked quietly, talked quietly, and even your breath was quiet. Not a single noise that you have ever made. However, you were even quieter after that class with Margot and that didn't slip from Jungkook’s attention.

Whenever you had any doubts, you would just slide your notebook or textbook across the table with a circle around the doubt.

He missed your voice.

Subconsciously, he noticed everything about you. You never talked to anybody. Never hung out in the canteen. Heck, he didn't even see you outside of these classes. It was as if you vanish after classes and only appear in the class.

Considering your age, he expected to catch you with a boy or a girl here and there. He had caught almost the rest of the students in such a compromising state. And he wasn't too old himself, just thirty years old, he knew what this generation's needs were.

He was, to say the least, concerned about you.

“Miss Park?” He called.

You looked up from your book and waited for him to continue. “I know it might come out as inappropriate but I couldn't help but notice how you are always on your own. Like, I've never seen you with someone else before and never outside of the classes. Is everything alright?”

You were wondering why he was suddenly interested in your pathetic life. “I don't think I get along well,” you whispered, thinking it should be enough and focused back on the book.

“Why not? You are smart and intelligent. I'm sure there are many who would want to be friends with you,” he said with enthusiasm to encourage her to have friends.

You just looked up at him again and shook your head and looked down again.

“That’s not the spirit, Miss Park. Trust me, friends come a long way. I have my childhood friends and other friends still in contact. Any need? They are right there for me,” he tried to reason.

You sighed, “Mr Jeon, I'm happy that you have such friends. But it's not everyone's thing. Not everybody is able to make friends. Sometimes it's better to be just… left alone. I would rather focus on studies, pass, and get out of here. I have no time for anything else.”

There were unspoken words left. Jungkook wanted to hear those. But he didn't press you much. He could see the wave of sadness that shifted on your face. He hated it.

He still blames himself for bringing Margot with him to the class. There was too much that these rich students (of course, not all but some) didn't understand. And he could see the maturity that you attained. He knew things were much deeper than mere relatability.

“Do you bring your lunch from home, Miss Park?” he abruptly asked.

You frowned but nodded.

“Did you bring it today as well?”

You nodded, again.

“Great! You should eat here. With me. I made some Jjajangmyeon and was wondering if I could have some company during lunch. It doesn't feel right without sharing… you can share your lunch with me!” he smiled, closed his laptop and placed the book he was going through away.

“I don't think you would want to have my lunch,” you nervously whispered.

“Oh, hush! Now pack up, it's lunchtime!”

Not even five minutes later, there were two bowls with noodles in it. Jungkook started to mix his bowl and pointed his eyes at yours with a smile, asking you to eat as well.

Jungkook had happily taken half of your sad American cheese sandwich and ate it with a huge smile. He had said that it was really good and you didn't believe him at all. But his following lines almost made you cry. They were— “You know, Miss Park, I always love food. It could be as simple as bread and butter or as complex as Korean BBQ. In the end, it's food. Not everyone gets to eat it. So I'm thankful for what I have and what I eat. No one should be ashamed of what they eat. As long as it fills up your stomach, it is good.”

This only added another reason why you loved hi–

Loved?

…

The moment you and Jungkook stepped into the library, he kept his eyes on you while you tried to find a specific book for your extra class.

Ever since he started giving you extra classes, he has paid more attention to you. And not from an academic perspective but as in you. He was hurt, to say the least.

You were alone. And he saw that right through your eyes.

Being away from one's home country and staying with ruthless rich young adults was not something as pleasant for someone from the working class. He felt for you. No details were needed to know that these people must have made your time here harder.

Since Margot, he had seen an utter decline in your health as well. Even in the stream, he noticed how your body had gone thinner.

Yes, he was certain that it was you, the MissPeach. But still, the odds were there.

After that lunch from yesterday, he had been thinking about you without any break. He couldn't even set the worksheet for juniors just because he was consumed by you. He kept seeing your tired eyes and the dark circles that stuck to them.

It took all the will to keep his fingers from caressing them and kissing them away. A strange wish to protect you and keep you arose within him that he never felt before.

It shook him, how much he had grown to care for you in just two weeks. He was afraid that you might break down at any moment.

You were this fragile little doll and yet so strong. He admired you. You were everything he ever wanted… scratch that, you were more than what he ever wanted. It was like he asked for an Apple but he got a basket full of apples with an apple pie. And love beside it.

Jungkook kept looking at you from where he was standing and smiled as you looked through the shelves of books to find what you needed. The tiny scrunching nose and your baby hair falling over your face… just adorable. He wished he could thread his fingers through them and tuck them behind your ears as his fingers brushed your nape, raising your goosebumps.

He smiled when he saw your eyes light up after you spotted the book you were finding. It was way above the shelf and you tried to reach it.

You looked too good to be true.

You tried reaching it with your right hand, and when failed, you switched to your left. As if that arm was longer than the other.

Jungkook chuckled and took one step to help you but instead, he froze in his place. His eyes wandered down and stopped at the naked skin just above your left hip. There it was. The pretty peachy peach sitting on your skin, taunting him.

His heart stopped for a moment and then ran faster like the wind in the thunderstorm.

Something feral ticked inside his guts.

You tried to reach for the book but it was too far up. Just as you were about to turn around and fetch the stool, a warm body pressed against your back and a hand rested on your covered right side. You didn't need to know who it was… that musky earthy scent was enough to make your heart beat like crazy knowing it was Jungkook.

You dumbly looked at his hand slowly grabbing the book and bringing it down to you. His hot breath fanned against your ear and his lips brushed against the shell of it.

And then he said in a deadly deep, low, and raspy voice, “I think, next time, you need to be more careful with your tattoo… MissPeach.”

The book dropped on the ground. Your eyes widened and your mouth parted open. Daddy. No one but Daddy knows.

Millions of haunting thoughts swirled in your head making you feel lightheaded. You were sure he was going to expose you and get you expelled.

“Meet me in my office, Miss Park,” he said and lightly kissed your ear. “Right now.”

The coldest warmth disappeared. So did your last brain cell.

You were doomed.

…

When you knocked on the door to the office, your soul almost left your body, trying to free itself from the humiliation.

The ever-soft “come in” made you realize that there was no going back. You fucked up.

How could he be Bigdaddyj? That shocked you to no end. You shouldn't have revealed that fucking tattoo of yours that night. But you felt a need to share at least one thing with that faceless stranger to feel something. To feel like you, too, had someone who knows your dirty secrets. Oh! The worst of all… the confession about masturbation.

Talk about sharing secrets. You scoffed at yourself.

Hesitantly, you opened the door and entered the room without looking up. You shut the door behind you extra tightly, making sure no one on the other side could hear anything. Unless they stuck their ears to the door.

Your body trembled as you stepped in front of his desk and stood there like a shivering statue. The inner screaming made you restless. This was too embarrassing to handle.

Your professor whom you have been crushing over since day one has seen you masturbate on the internet and the worst part is, he donated you good money as well.

He was going to ask for money, wasn't he? You cringed at yourself. How were you going to repay?

“Miss Park, I guess we both know what we are going to… discuss,” he started. You nodded. “Words… Miss Park.”

“Yes, Mr Jeon,” you whispered.

Jungkook stood up from his chair, “We had a nice talk in that stream, didn't we?”

The tears pricked your eyes so you kept your head down, keeping the sight of your face away from his expensive eyes.

He slowly walked around the table and stood behind you, caging you with his arms around you and placing his hands flat on the table. “It’s interesting, you know? To know that one of my students is a camgirl,” he whispered in your ear. “Do you want me to keep this dirty little secret for you, too?”

You nodded to you a few times, praying so that he could indeed keep this a secret. “Please,” you whispered in a weak tone.

“Hmm… but I want to know one thing in return, MissPeach…” his chest plastered with your back.

“Tell me one thing. Who is that professor whose thoughts make you wet, hm?” his jealousy made his brain fog up and let it out on you. “The one who gets you so fucking horny that you play with that pretty pussy in university with the toy that I sent you. Who is he? Is it Jimin? Or Namjoom? It has to be Namjoon. Big, ripped. He is the definition of hotness. I'm sure you imagine him licking your pretty pussy,” you couldn't imagine yourself. You felt dirty thinking about the image he was pasting. The only time you didn't feel dirty was when you imagined Jungkook and only Jungkook. The idea of being with any other professor made you cringe harder.

The more he talked about you being with some other person, the more tears dropped down your cheeks. You didn't want to admit that it was him. You promised yourself that you would let him paint whatever picture he wanted and never tell him the truth.

“Imaging his dick in your pussy? Isn't it? You would love that, wouldn't you? Having Namjoon’s dick in you and just ju—”

“You!” you screeched when he didn't stop. Into the well went the promise. It was too hard to listen to him.

Jungkook went rigid, “what?”

Your body trembled violently, “it’s you that I think about!” you let it out as your voice cracked.

“Y/n,” you felt his hands on your arms turning you around to face him. “Look me in the eyes, please.”

You looked up and he felt his heart break. Your face was red with tears running down. “Please, Mr Jeon. I beg you to keep this a secret, please! I will do anything you want. I-I’ll do better at Chemistry. But keep this to yourself. I can't– I can't afford to get kicked out. Everything will get ruined. Please n—”

Your words died when your face squished against his warm and hard chest. His one hand threaded through your hair and the other one rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispered. “I won't ever tell this to anyone, baby. There is nothing wrong. I may have– no… I definitely let my jealousy take over and act like an idiot. You have done absolutely nothing wrong.”

Your eyes were wide open but they relaxed. Your shaky hands reluctantly circled around him and hugged him back. You felt warm. Not only on the outside but inside as well. The ice of burden melted for a while with the warmth he gave you. His fingers caressing your scalp made your head feel better. His hand running along your spine calmed your inner screamings.

Strangely enough, he was all you needed at that moment.

You just wanted to melt into his warmth and become a part of him.

As ridiculous as it looked, it was magical. Healing even.

You felt his nose against your head and he sniffed before pulling himself away just a little to see your face.

Jungkook gently wiped your cheeks and tucked your loose locks behind your ears. Your soft gaze softened his heart and he kept looking into them.

His hands cupped your face and pulled you closer to his face. Your nose touched with his and his minty fresh breath fanned your face.

Without using any words, he asked for your permission. As much as your brain was screaming to push him and run away, your mind made your head nod.

His eyes smiled.

And then he let his soft lips be on yours. Everything about him was warm and soft.

His lips lapped yours in a slow kiss. It was not lusty or heated but the one where he expressed more than he could say. The care, the love, the admiration. He didn't only kiss your lips but your soul. Dramatic but made sense.

Your lips moved in sync.

Jeon Jungkook was your first kiss.

He was careful trying not to hurt you. He held your face as if it was made of glass. Your hands were clutching his shirt as if you let go, you might actually break. It felt like a fever dream, the one from which you never wanted to wake up.

Your lips parted away from his and your forehead rested against his. You opened your eyes unhurriedly and saw him already looking at you.

“Jealousy?” you asked.

Jungkook’s hands slid down and held your waist, “you might have stolen my heart, Princess,” he deeply whispered. “Let it be MissPeach or Miss Park… your both of those sides snatched my heart. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to be with you, baby,” his thumbs drew circles on your waist. “At first it was the fascination of MissPeach but since I have started to get to know you, I've been dying to make you mine, Princess. You fucked up my mind… And I love it. I love it more than I should,” he breathily chuckled.

“How did you know it was me?” your mind was blurred with proximity.

“Believe me or not but it was your hands that made me realize and when you talked, I knew it was MissPeach,” he said and kissed the tip of your nose.

“My hands?” you frowned and looked at your hands. You turned them around to see what gave them off.

Jungkook chuckled and held your hands in his large ones. Bringing them closer to his lips, he pecked them. “Everything you allowed me to see and hear, I know them. A single look and a single noise of you will always make me know that it's you, Princess.”

You were at a loss for words. “But why would you pay attention to a girl who fucks herself for everyone to see?”

With two fingers, he lifted up your chin and looked into your eyes, “You are not just a girl, Y/n. You are my girl. And don't think of yourself any less just because you are a camgirl. I know you and know that you are better than anyone I have ever known.” You could see the concern swimming in his pebble eyes. “I want you to be mine, baby. Is that too much to ask?”

“You are my professor,” you voiced your fear. “What if someone finds out?”

“Not forever,” he kissed your forehead. “And no one will find out. Just one and a half more years, baby. Then we can be free and be ourselves. Give it a try, okay?”

You had nothing to lose.

“Okay.”

…

Little peeking and pecking kept going on between Jungkook and you. Small smiles and reassuring pats on the back were a new routine that the two of you followed.

There was no need for any extra classes anymore but it only felt right and it was the only way to spend some time without anyone interrupting or feeling highly alerted.

You were sitting on the chair, working through some practical problems on your own. Nothing was better than this. Sitting in your professor's office, studying peacefully, stealing some kisses and praises, and just existing together— no more existing alone.

Jungkook was leaning against the table next to you, running his fingers through your luscious locks. It was his newly found habit that he loved the most.

His fingers traced your forehead, moving along your temple down to your chin, he raised your head and looked deep into your eyes. His thumb grazed your lower lip. His eyes were taking in the softness of your lips.

Leaning down till your foreheads touched, he said, “Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are, Princess?”

“Like ten minutes ago,” you closed your eyes and took in the closeness.

“Really?” he gasped. “I should tell you that more often than that,” you giggled. Something in his chest warmed up. “You are the most perfect person I have seen, baby.”

“Yeah?” He hummed in answer. “But don't you think that other girls are perfect and I’m nothing in front of them? They have perfect features and perfect bodies. Their hair is always well-styled and their makeup is seamless. And their skin looks baby-soft all the time.”

It was odd to unfold your insecurities like this.

Jungkook inhaled, “look at me, baby,” he asked in the softest voice. When you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes, he began, “They are pretty and perfect. Just not for me. Everyone is pretty and perfect in their own little ways. And you, my darling, are the most perfect and breathtaking woman I've ever seen in my life. They are pretty in my eyes, but you are prettier. They might have the softest skin but I only want to caress your sweet cheeks. Their hairstyles take much effort, probably but yours are the ones that make my heart flutter. Everything you do is far better than them for me. So, never say that ever again. Of course, if you feel insecure, you tell me. I'll make sure to make you feel like the queen that you are. And if anyone touches you to tell you otherwise, they will be seeing a version of me that nobody asked.”

Your heart quivered. No one has ever made you feel the way Jungkook did. Older men like him always know how to be a gentleman. Nothing compares to him. You were sure that he was a cleaner version of Zade Meadows.

Something else has been bothering you. “Mr Jeon…”

���Yes, baby?” he caressed your cheek.

“I–I masturbate on live streams. Doesn't that bother you?” you looked everywhere but his eyes.

Jungkook straightened up and walked back to his seat and sat down. “Come here,” he patted his lap.

You stood up and shakily walked to him. His hands clutched your sides and made you sit on his lap, your legs on his either side and back against the table.

His hands rubbed your sides to calm your trembles. “Why do you ask that?”

“I don't know,” you whispered.

“You didn't go live since that day, baby. Why is that?” you rested your palms on his shoulders.

“I wasn't sure if you would like that, me going live after everything happened between us,” you hated to talk about this but it was necessary. And the sooner you talk about this, the better.

“Do you enjoy doing lives? Tell me honestly, okay?” he asked. His eyes held nothing but understanding. That made it easier for you. But you still took some time. Were you really into this whole ordeal? “Baby?” Jungkook shook you out of your head.

“I don't,” you blur out. Jungkook's eyebrows raised in half surprise and half question. “Well, not as much. I guess the more I did the more I became used to it. There are things I don't like about it. And if I had other options, I would have never gone this way.”

His hands moved to your back, and seeing your shiny eyes made his heart ache. He pulled you closer to his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “Then why are you doing this, pretty? Why is there no other option?”

You inhaled his intoxicating scent before you began, “My father had a business. It had about two million worth of average turnover. It was going perfectly. My mother was a housewife. We were living a perfect little life like any other middle-class family. We had a two-story house in the city and two cars. Nothing else was needed. However, everything came crashing down one day…” Jungkook felt wet against his neck, it squeezed his heart but he kept listening as he rubbed your back.

“He was rushed to the hospital and we got a call. My father had a brain tumour. It was bad. It affected such parts of the brain that made his body non-functional. I was still a minor and wasn't aware of much. Things took a great turn and in a span of a few years, everything that my father built from scratch was gone.

His medical bills were amassing up. We had to sell everything. We sold one car. A year later from that incident, we sold our house,” you choked on your words. Your hands clutched Jungkook's shirt tightly in your fist. “We moved closer to the hospital but outside the city. It was a one-room apartment. It had no rooms. Just a space which had one kitchen and one door that led to the bathroom. Nothing else.

We lived there. My parents still live there. I worked hard every day to get a scholarship. I forgot what it was like to sleep or have fun. In that little space, three of us were… we were just there. Not really alive. But just three beating hearts. I passed my exam. I got the scholarship,” you took a deep shaky breath.

“I got into the University I always wanted. I maintained my grades so that I could change my and my parents’ lives. My professors there were impressed with my performance so they persuaded me to give my name in the student exchange program. I wasn't sure before but they said that it was only going to help me and make my resume look like a quote-unquote shining star

“Good things come with their own bitterness. Even if the fee was forgiven, I still had to reach here. We didn't have enough funds for that so we ended up selling our second car. I preferred to live off-campus. It wasn't the most sane idea but it was harder to be in a dorm.

“So when I came here, I found a job as a barista but that didn't pay any of my bills. And my parents needed money as well. My mother couldn't work because she needed to look after my father all the time. So, I took responsibility because they spent too much on me for me to come here. And I didn't want to be a burden.

“So the only option I was left with was live streaming. It pays my rent and the rest goes to my parents. For hospital bills and all. Nothing else earned me enough but this. So I had to do what I do now.”

It was a dead silence. Jungkook's hands on your back stopped moving somewhere in between. You wanted him to say something or at least run your back to comfort you. But when you raised your head and looked at his face, silent tears were running down his closed eyes. He was biting his lip so that no voice escaped him.

He wanted to comfort you by staying strong but it was harder than it was in his head.

“Jungkook,” you first time took his name. It made his heart flutter. He opened his eyes and just looked at you. You looked tired and it all made sense to him. You stayed away from everyone and closed yourself off just so you could work hard towards your goals and make something out of your life. To make a difference in the family and help them.

You took steps out of your liking and comfort zone just so your parents could have a little bit of ease on themselves. You were beyond perfect. You were more than an angel.

You were too good to be true.

He choked on his words, “I’m sorry, baby. I didn't mean to cry but I just can't help,” his last three words were almost inaudible.

Your heart clenched and fresh tears poured out of your eyes. Holding his face in your tiny hands, you wiped his tears and kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what, baby?” he sniffed.

“…just take it,” you kissed his cheek.

He smiled and pecked your glossy lips. “You know that I’m so proud of you, baby. And you just keep on making me prouder every single day. I admire your will and strength. There is nothing that can stop you from chasing your dreams, pretty girl. And I'll be right next to you to make sure that you have everything in the world you need to keep you happy. I'll take all of your tensions and work on them with you. You don't have to worry about anything. Let me know the bank details and I'll take care of your parents’ expenses from now on.”

“No,” you said. “I don't want you to do that at all. All I want from you is to be here. Let me take care of my parents, please. I don't wanna take anything from you. The only thing I want is you and nothing else,” you were aware of the blind money that this university paid to their A-listed professors and Jungkook happened to be one of them. But you weren't here for money but for him.

“I will be always here with you just like right now,” he whispered against your lips before joining them.

He bit your lip lightly making you gasp. The innocent kiss turned into a heated one. Taking the opportunity, he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. You let him explore your mouth as you did his. He sucked your lower lip and let it go.

Your jaw was littered with kisses and licks as he found his way to your neck. It took him two seconds to find your soft spot and sucked on it, making you hum. Your hands threaded through his hair and fisted them.

Your nails against his scalp made his cock twitch in his pants and it got harder the more you moaned. He looked into your eyes. “Baby, we need to stop before I do something else,” he warned you.

You whined, “No, please don't stop now,” you begged.

“But you are not fine right now,” he tried to reason.

“I won't be if you don't touch me! Make me forget everything but you, Mr Jeon! Make me feel free… Please fuck me!” you begged.

Something ticked inside him. His eyes went feral. The blood left his brain and rushed straight into his cock. He swiped everything from his table and dropped you on it. He hastily removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He came closer and attached your forehead with his As he looked into your eyes.

In a low, deadly voice, I’m going to fuck you senseless, baby. I'll make sure we leave this campus with you in my arms and not on your feet.”

Jungkook removed his shirt and shortly his pants followed behind. He lets you take in his body. Your jaw slacked open. He had a murderous figure. His chest was big and his abs were defined. What made your pussy throb like a bitch was his right arm which was adorned with tattoos. You knew about the hand tattoos but you never knew about the arm. He was full of surprises.

His thighs were big and stiff. You knew it. Every time he made you sit on his lap, you knew they had their own glory and you wanted to ride it anytime.

It looked like God himself— no, the Devil himself carved this man. There was no way that God would create something this sinful.

“Like what you see, Princess?” if you knew his voice could go any deeper, you would have controlled yourself better. But you let out a loud moan just by hearing his voice while shamelessly looking at his body. The outline of his humongous cock didn't go unnoticed.

“Oh my God,” you shakily whispered.

Jungkook didn't wait any longer, his patience was already running low. His fingers played with the hem of your blouse, waiting for you to give him the green light.

It took a shy smile and a nod from you for him to go wild. He removed your shirt and captured your lips between his. Your tongues fought for dominance.

The bra was next to go. Your sensitive nipples hardened as the cool air touched them.

Then his eyes fell on that little tattoo that made him untamed. That little peach above your hip teased him. “That is going to kill me someday, baby,” he grunted.

Jungkook cupped your tits and kissed his way to them. He pushed you down on the table and lapped on your left nipple. His left hand cupped your other tit and his right hand fondled with your pants button.

He opened it and slid his hand in your panties. His fingers touched your leaking pussy and slid lower to your hole. He brought his wet fingers to your clit and rubbed it slowly making you moan out his name.

He chuckled darkly, “Look at you, all wet for me,” he teasingly bit your nipple as his eyes were fixed on your face. He loved how your face scrunched up with pleasure.

He took the other nipple in his mouth and repeated the assault on them. Slowly, he kissed down your sternum. His warm lips hovered above your tattoo and then he kissed it. You thrashed under him as he kept licking and sucking the spot. He was satisfied when the pastel colours of your tattoo had a deep red and purple hue around it.

He waited for this, to see your face while the tremors of pleasure ran through your body. None of your lives could compete with the real thing that you had. And Jungkook worshipped it.

He pinched your clit and made your back arch, pushing your breast more into his hungry mouth. He loved how your body reacted to his touches. And the forbidden nature of the relationship made him hornier.

It was so wrong yet so right.

“This needs to go, baby,” he rasped. His hands impatiently removed your pants along with your panties. “Fuck,” he grunted.

No, seriously… the real thing could never match the screen.

Jungkook took a seat and pulled you closer by your legs. He dropped your legs on his shoulder, kissing his way up to your pussy. Your legs trembled around his head as he got closer.

Supporting yourself up with your elbows, you looked into his mischievous eyes. You had never seen such a look in his eyes. Your heart felt glad that it was that way. Not in a million years, you wanted him to give this look to someone else.

He teased your pussy by giving light kisses on your folds. But he gave in as you started to whine. The moment you felt his hot lips pressed onto your pussy, your eyes rolled back as you fell back. His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit and sucked it.

Your nails scratched the wooden table as his tongue played with you. He lapped your dripping hole and moaned as your sweet taste coated his mouth.

The vibrations of his moans made your legs wrap around his head harder but he slapped them away. “Be a good little kitten for me, baby.”

“Please,” you moaned.

“Please what?” he bit your clit.

“Please, sir.”

“Oh, fuck!” he grunted as he found out his new kink. His cock got harder, which surprised him. “What do you want, Princess? Tell me, baby. Tell your professor what your needy cunt wants.”

Another wave of sinful shocks travelled your belly as he talked dirty making you cry out in bliss, “Your fingers! Please, sir!”

He smirked at you and licked your clit just as he pushed two of his fingers in your cunt. Your brows scrunched up and your mouth fell open.

His long, thick fingers filled you up. They moved along with the rhythm of his tongue and did come hither motion, teasing your g-spot.

His fingers picked up the pace and fucked you. He could feel your climax coming closer as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. He didn't stop and soon enough, your back arched, your mouth opened in a silent scream, and came all over his fingers.

Jungkook almost came in his boxers when your needy cunt squirted all over him. He didn't stop sucking on your clit and plunged his fingers until he got everything you had for him.

He removed his fingers and looked into your eyes as he licked his fingers clean. He bent over you with his arms next to your head, “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess. So fucking pretty.”

You pulled him in and smashed your lips against his lips and tasted yourself. “You know, that day on live, it was my first time squirting and I was thinking about you doing exactly this.”

“Baby, you are going to fucking kill me,” he said as he cock twitched and begged to be released. He made a quick move in discarding his boxers and freed his cock as it smacked against your pussy.

You pulled apart and looked down at his angry, throbbing cock. Your eyes bulged out at the length and the girth of it. His cock was bigger and fatter than any of your little toys. You weren't sure if he was going to fit.

“I don't think that will fit in,” you whispered, still glancing at his monstrosity.

He chuckled darkly and pecked your lips, “Baby, my dick was made to serve your pretty little cunt,” he hummed in your ear as his hand slid his cock on your slit, making it slicker with your cum. “So, your cunt will take,” he aligned his cock with your hole, “this,” he pushed his angry head in, “fucking,” your eyes rolled as his cock practically ripped your insides, “dick,” he shoved it to the hilt.

His breath came out in pants. He kissed your lips as you got used to his size. “So fucking warm and tight,” he mumbled against your lips. “It’s all mine… all mine.”

“More,” you gasped. “Fuck me like I’m your slut!”

Jungkook smirked as his cock twitched in your cunt. He slowly pulled out a few inches and shoved his cock back, making you moan. His veiny cock rubbed your walls perfectly and the curve of his cock made his hot head caress your G-spot.

It was an overwhelming feeling but in a good way.

Slowly he picked up his pace and fucked you. His right hand went between your body and rubbed your clit. “Oh my God!” you moaned.

He looked between your bodies where you were sucking him in. His cock twitched seeing how your pussy was all spread open around his cock. The velvety warm walls of your cunt made it harder for him to stay sane. He was trembling just like you.

“So perfect for me, baby. So perfect,” he whispered as he kissed your neck. “I’m gonna fuck you do good. I'm gonna fuck my pretty little slut so good that she forgets everything but me.”

“Jungkook!” your moan turned into a gasp when you felt a sting on your ass cheek. Jungkook rubbed the area where he had just spanked you. He looked you in the eye with a murderous glare. He stopped his thrusts.

“What do you say, slut?” he growled. “I think you are asking for a punishment. Hm?” you screamed when his heavy hand landed on your sensitive clit.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered as another hard blow landed on your other asscheek. Your pussy clenched around his cock. He loved it. He loved how you took everything he gave you. Such a pretty little slut for him.

“You like being spanked, don't you?” His thrusts were slow and hard. Your tits jiggled with each stroke. “Look at you, your cunt is practically suffocating me.”

You cried, “Please, sir. I'll be a good girl. Please, harder.”

He leaned in, shoved his tongue down your throat and pushed your legs up. He picked up an animalistic pace and fucked you to oblivion. The sound of skin slapping got louder. His balls slapped your ass.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Like an obedient little slut, you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue out. He collected the spit in his mouth and spat on your tongue. “Swallow,” he moaned as you clenched so badly around his shaft. You swallowed his spit and showed him your mouth. “Good Girl.”

He wrapped his free hand around your neck and squeezed it just enough for you to breathe properly but tight enough to make your pussy throb like a bitch.

“Such a perfect little slut for me,” he grunted. “So fucking kinky and dirty. Just as I love it,” he pinched your clit.

“Only for you!” you gasped.

“Yes, baby. Only for me. I'm never gonna let you go. Do whatever you want, pretty. Do as many lives as you want but only I can touch and fuck this pussy. Only mine,” he bit your lips.

Jungkook could feel you throb around his cock, telling him that you were close. “So close,” you whimpered against his mouth.

“Cum, Princess. Cum for Daddy,” your legs trembled and your back arched as let you cum all over his cock and helped your ride through it.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you screamed.

Jungkook held your legs and fucked you ruthlessly as he chased his own high. He could feel your cum coating his cock. His head felt light as he finally came inside your pussy.

His hot cum filled your pussy to the brim. You felt a small wave of orgasm hit you as he came.

He panted and hugged you closer. His head rested on your chest and listened to your running heartbeat. He loved it. He loved feeling you all naked on his desk. Your hands found their home in his hair as they caressed his scalp. “Baby, are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you panted. You took in the closeness and appreciated every moment with him.

After a moment, Jungkook pulled and looked at your pussy leaking your and his mixed cum. If it were someone else, the thought would never have crossed his mind but looking at your pussy, he wanted to eat it clean. It looked so delicious and creamy. It was as if she was inviting him and taunting him. He needed to eat you.

So he did that.

He sat on his chair and pulled you closer to him and without a warning, he licked your sensitive pussy from your hole to the clit.

You whimpered as he overstimulated your pussy. “Too sensitive.”

“Give me one more, Baby. Just one more. I know you can,” he said and shoved his tongue into your hot cunt and ate till you came on his tongue once again.

You were a trembling mess. You could still feel his cock in your stomach as he got up to clean you. When he gently wiped your pussy with a wet tissue, you flinched but he rubbed his free hand on your side, down to your leg, soothing you and getting you through this.

You looked at his face which was glowing and had an admirable smile on his pretty face. His cheeks and ears were red. He looked at you with stars in his eyes and felt like crying.

Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did. But again, nobody was Jungkook but him.

“Let's go to my place, yeah? I don't want to leave without you. I need you to be closer to me. We can cuddle, watch movies, have dinner, and do anything you want, okay?” he said as he cleaned his softening cock and got dressed up.

You thought for a moment, “Okay…” you didn't want to be alone either. You craved his touch and warmth. This was your first time, it only made you want him more.

“Let's get you dressed up as well,” he smiled.

Jungkook held your hands and helped you off the table but your trembling legs gave up. He caught you and hugged you against his chest. You looked up with your mouth open as you felt sore. He gave you a knowing smirk.

To say the least, he ended up carrying you out of the university to his car.

…

“Oh my God!” you sulked in the corner of the couch as you curled into a ball. “Someone could have walked in!”

It was amusing for Jungkook to watch you just realize that you two had sex in his office at the University. He wondered how only now you registered it and not before while he was buried in your pussy.

“I had my door locked, sweety. Don't worry,” he chuckled as stood by the dining table, mixing the chocolate cake batter.

“Some could have knocked or worse,” you looked up at him with eyes wide open and your expression morphed into horror, “heard us!”

He left the bowl on the dining table and sat beside you, pulling you on his lap. He cupped your pouting face and kissed your lips softly. “Nothing happened, right? So don't worry, my love. Come help me bake the cake and then we will have dinner.”

You hummed and pecked his lips. “Okay, Mr Jeon.”

“Jungkook. It's Jungkook for you, Princess… or Daddy. The choice is yours,” he winked, making you laugh.

Later that night, Jungkook kissed every inch of you. He started from your forehead to your toes. He loved the idea of having you in his bed. He lent you his shirt that was too big for your frame. You wore nothing else under that shirt. He fanboyed over you and worshipped you.

“You look effortlessly beautiful,” he mumbled as he kissed your jaw. “You have me wrapped around your pinky finger in just a couple of weeks, hm.”

You giggled as you rubbed your hand along his tattooed arm. “I never knew you had tattoos.”

Jungkook laid beside you and in his arms and looked at his right arm. “I never show them in the University. When I had recently joined, everyone used to stare. It was a distraction so I started wearing full sleeves.”

“Of course, they will be distracted. And now I will, too! Now whenever I'm going to see you, I will see what's beneath your clothes,” you said.

Jungkook smirked, “Yeah? You will imagine me naked in the class now?” he teased. “I’m your Professor, Princess. Have some shame.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Where was your shame when you ripped my pussy with that sinful thing you call your dick?”

His chest rumbled with a laugh, making you smile. “Touché… I can't really complain, can I? I'll be seeing you naked, too,” he kissed your lips tenderly. “You fucked me up, Princess. I thought it was just lust for MissPeach but fuck, I would be lying if I didn't say I feel more than that and feel like protecting you from everything… Thank you for giving me a chance, love. I'll make sure that you are happy from now on. I'll take care of you from now on.”

“But—”

“Shh,” his finger on your lips shut you up. “I know that it is too soon but please move in here with me, yeah? You don't have to worry about the rent, I own this place. I don't feel good about letting you live alone. It is too soon but you can try, please. As I said before, you can stream as much as you want and support your parents. But let me take care of you. It hurts me to see you tired and not taken care of. So, let me do it. And if someone suspects something. Just say that I rent you a room in the apartment and if they still have any issues, bring them to me and don't hide if someone is rude to my pretty girl, okay?”

“I don't deserve your kindness, Jungkook,” you smiled with watery eyes. “But I'll be selfish for once and take it.”

He smiled and kissed you again. “That's my good girl,” he whispered and turned you around.

Your back was plastered with his warm chest. His arm circled your body and his hand pathed its way between your legs. He cupped your pussy and shoved his two fingers in. His other hand slid under your shirt and groped your breast.

You gasped, “what…?”

Jungkook kissed your shoulder, “you will sleep better. And I get to be closer to you,” he whispered. “Now sleep, Princess.”

You bit your lip and melted in his chest. Your insides exploded with giddiness. It did indeed feel good to have his fingers in your pussy as you fell asleep.

It was the best night ever.

“You deserve all the kindness in the world, Baby.”

…

Epilogue.

12 years later.

The heel of your red bottoms tapped on the floor as you walked down the corridor and you reached your apartment door.

You weren't supposed to go but there was an emergency at the hospital where you were an Oncologist. Luckily, everything was under control and you got to leave sooner. But it was still late.

You entered the passcode and opened the door. However, you were left surprised.

The lights were off but the living room was blooming with candle lights. The floor was covered with roses. There was a lingering scent of your favourite candle along with the mouth-watering aroma of the food.

You walked in and saw Jungkook standing in the middle of the living room. His face was glowing with a perfect toothy smile. “Happy 10th anniversary, Princess.”

You dropped your bag and ran into his arms. He chuckled as you jumped on him. He caught you, spinning you around. Yours and his giggles filled the happy place.

“Happy anniversary to you too, love,” you whispered in his ear. “You didn't have to do any of this.”

“But I wanted to,” he smiled. “Did I tell you that you are gorgeous?”

“About billions of times,” you giggled.

“Ah, still not enough,” he kissed your lips with passion. “I need to tell you that even more.”

“You will go crazy,” you cupped his face.

“I went crazy the day I actually looked at you, Baby,” his nose touched yours. “I love being crazy for you. I love being crazy in love with you. The day you let me have you was the day you made me go insane. I still cry thinking about how the fuck I got so lucky to have you. You are so intelligent, smart, and strong. You did everything for your parents and I don't know how I got you but it's all I ever wanted. Being in love with you makes me realize how addicting you are. All I want is you for me to settle my cravings.

A shy smile tugged at your lips as your eyes watered. “I love you so much, Jungkook. I have no words for it.”

“I see it, Love. I know it,” he hugged you tightly. “Come on, dinner is getting cold.”

In these years, you have come so far. You were no longer a streamer but a well-known Oncologist.

You worked hard towards your dreams and Jungkook stood by your side and supported you. You had nothing to worry about because he was there. Everything fell into one place.

Your father got operated on. Things turned out to be better. He was recovering. But he was fine. When you were settled enough, you asked them to come here. They did. It was the best feeling ever.

Through physical therapy, your father was able to move his body and showed a huge difference in a small amount of time. However, he was still suggested to keep the wheelchair around outside. He was weaker but better.

They were living at the apartment where you lived with Jungkook in University. Along with them, Jungkook’s parents moved into that apartment to help them around. It was fun to have them around, all four of them. They formed a perfect bond in a blink of an eye.

You both bought a new apartment when you found out about your pregnancy four years ago. Jungkook was over the moon and stuck by you like a monkey. He took care of you and the baby.

Two years later you gave birth to another baby. It was a complete family and nothing else was needed.

Jungkook always wanted two kids, a girl and a boy. Now that you had them, he was satisfied with his life. He bragged about you and the babies to everyone. Even at University, he would show baby videos to all of his colleagues.

He proposed to you for marriage right after you completed your degree. He was excited to make you his. He spent hours planning for the wedding that you both wanted.

Everybody teased you about how crazy he was for you.

In the beginning, everyone was disgusted and unaccepting of your relationship. However, everything settled when they saw how genuine you two were. It was as if you two couldn't breathe without each other.

When you became a Doctor, Jungkook cried happy tears and told you how proud he was and that he knew you were going to do big things in life.

That night he showed you so much love.

“Where are Seol and Jae?” you asked about your kids.

“I dropped them at our parents’. I wanted to have you all by myself. In the end, it is our anniversary,” he winked at you with a devilish look on his face.

“Is that so?” you smirked.

“After dinner, be a good girl and go into our room… naked and ass up for me,” his hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it as you looked at him with a slutty look.

“Yes, sir.”

…..

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