— Film Me | Jjk Drabble

It’s Complicated | J.J.K

*Chapter Four*

“It seems we have more in common then we thought” Areum confessed before she took another sip of her drink, if this conversation was going where she assumed than she surely needed a bit more alcohol in her system.

His eyes drifted back up towards the masked women in confusion, a sad smile was now spread on her shiny pink stained lips probably caused by the slushie like beverage she just finished.

“You got dumped this summer too?”

It was more a pity joke due to his own problems, he surely didn’t think she had gotten dumped but the dry laugh she let out told him otherwise.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours” he quirked an eyebrow her way.

“Are we really about to share our sob stories with a complete stranger?” She laughed at that, ‘they were strangers weren’t they?’ She thought.

“Who better to share your problems with than a stranger?” He still looked hesitant, not really sure if she was just being nice or really was willing to hear about his breakup.

“Fine i’ll go first” Areum sat up a bit more straighter and turned her chair so she was facing towards him.

“Long story short, My ex claimed he finally realized he wasn’t ready for a long-term committed relationship after dating for five years so he dumped me a week after summer started”

Jungkook’s eyes were wide, surely his breakup was not as bad as hers.

“Wait, are you serious?” She nodded and he was dumbfounded, five years? God! he couldn’t imagine wasting someone’s time like that.

“It gets worse” She added and he looked up at her in confusion, what could be worse then that?

“Later on I found out that wasn’t the real reason why he broke up with me” Was she really going to tell him this? She hadn’t even told Ji but it was like her body was yearning for her to tell someone. Just like she said, who better to tell than a complete stranger she will most likely never see again.

“Instead of staying with me for the summer like we initially planned. He decided to go on vacation with his roommate and the real reason for the breakup was because he was planning to sleep with other girls, apparently our sex life wasn’t cutting it for him”

“The only reason I know this is because a friend of mine who also happens to be friends with him told me.” She shamefully and embarrassedly admitted.

When Namjoon had came to her a couple of days later and told her what he had learned, she wasn’t all that surprised. Taehyung was more comfortable when expressing his needs, where as Areum is more shy and private.

They’ve had plenty of sex but of course both of them having roommates, privacy was a rarity so recently they hadn’t been as intimate as they both would have liked.

She thinks back to the times they would spend the night at each others places and he would try to have sex with her while their roommates were asleep just a few feet away but she would always say no, worried they might wake up.

Or the times they would attend parties together, groping each other and making out in random rooms or bathrooms was the farthest she would go in a social setting because he would never assure her they wouldn’t get caught.

It seemed he got off on the idea of someone catching them but he never spoke to her about how she felt. She would have been opened to new ideas in the bedroom or perhaps thinks he wanted to try but he again he never spoke to her about these things.

Always just assumed she would open her legs whenever and wherever and when she said no he would be in a bad mood the rest of the night.

“Sounds like a complete asshole” Was the only thing Jungkook could mumble out at the moment.

He was pissed hearing the hurt in her voice as she explained, anyone who would dump their girlfriend over such a thing as he did to her was an absolute idiot and she surely deserved better.

“He wasn’t always like that, before dating we were actually childhood best friends who turned into a couple but college changed him” Jungkook sympathized with her, his ex was also his childhood best friend.

“Guess it’s my turn” He blew out a breathe and now turned his body towards her so they were facing each other, their legs between each other  now but neither really noticing.

“We actually only started dating the beginning of our senior year but before we were also childhood friends. Things were good it felt nice being with someone who already knew so much about me but unfortunately before we started officially dating I will admit I was a bit of a player”

“You? A player?” Areum asked surprisingly. He laughed while feeling flustered and embarrassed telling her this.

“Yes I was a bit of a man whore as people like to call them. I slept around with different girls, not wanting an actual relationship but I had my reasons why I slept around and also the girls always knew my intentions so no one was ever hurt” He defended himself.

“Senior year she confessed and we started dating, a few months into the relationship things started changing. She wanted to know where I was, what I was doing, who was I with all the time. Even though sometimes it was annoying I never blamed her because her last relationship she was cheated on and obviously my past did nothing to ease her.”

“So you broke up because of trust issues?” He shook his head.

“Since she was my best friend she obviously knew my secrets which meant she knew about this girl I used to have a huge crush on, you could say I was stupidly in love” He made a cringe face and Areum knew this was about to be good.

“Mia, which is my ex’s name, wanted me to apply to colleges she applied at and I did to make her happy but I also applied for ones that I wanted to go to. I got accepted into this one, which was my first choice and I got accepted into the college she planned on going to. I assume you know which one I picked”

“But what does that have to do with the girl you had a crush on?”

“She goes here and Mia knew that, She got mad and claimed the only reason I wanted to go to school here was to follow after someone who doesn’t want me. We got into a huge fight during the summer, she said she couldn’t do this anymore so she called it off”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Come to school here because of that girl?” A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips and for a moment Areum thought he was going to say yes, but instead he denied.

“No, I came here strictly for study purposes, plus that girl is definitely off limits.”

“Does she have a boyfriend or something?” He nodded before adding.

“Yes and you could say me and her boyfriend are pretty close so she is strictly off limits” He deadpanned more to himself than Areum.

“To breakups” Areum held up her empty up trying to ease the now sad tension in this room, Jungkook downed the rest of his which was barely anything left before he held his up and repeated her words.

The two decided to change the subject and go back to having fun, which is what both deserved. They talked and talked for what felt like hours learning more in depth about one another, they both felt comfortable with each other especially after that small therapy session.

Neither had any plans to leave the small bubble they created in the kitchen either, No one had had even come in and bothered them the entire time they’ve been in here.

Feeling hungry, Jungkook found some chocolate chips cookies in one of the pantry’s so they both could snack but made sure to inform her they had to finish them quickly because he didn’t know whose they were.

About four cookies in, he checked his phone to check the time but was surprised by even more notifications on his phone.

He shook his head at the screen reading over every single message sent by his drunk ex, they ranged from “I miss you”, “I’m sorry”, “I bet you already forgot about me” and “Fuck you! Never call me again!”

He wasn’t sure why but he slid his phone slightly towards the girl sitting next to him, he gestured for her to look at his screen and she did. Now she felt less bad about Taehyung not texting or calling her.

She’d rather him not ever contact her again if he was going to send her text like this guys ex, Areum turned off his phone as more text started to come in and from the glimpse she read she decided he didn’t need to see anymore of that.

“Thanks but I don’t think turning off my phone is gonna solve anything. I wish I could just go back in time and never accepted her feelings then maybe I would still have my best friend”

A pang was felt in her heart at his words, she felt the exact same way. If she knew this is how her relationship was going to end up she would’ve just stayed friends with him. Now she also lost someone close to her and things will sadly never be the same again.

They stared at each other with sad eyes, maybe that’s why they got along so well. Both were going through the same thing and they understood each other better than anyone else at the moment.

Maybe that’s why they had inched closer and closer together.

Maybe that’s why Areum couldn’t help but to spare a glance at his lips, even though there was a slight frown present she wanted nothing more than to kiss it away.

Maybe that’s why his breathe hitched when she licked her lips and he had a sudden urge to taste them.

“Maybe we just need to distract ourselves?” It was like a magnet pulling them closer to one another as Areum spoke, neither denied the pull and continued to blindly step closer.

By this point they were chest to chest, both eyes intensely but cautiously making eye contact. He was a bit taller so he leaned down slightly and that’s when he rested his forehead against hers as his lips ghosted just above hers.

They both remembered at that moment they were wearing mask but neither made a move to remove them, almost as if the mystery heightened everything.

Their noses slightly rubbed against each other as they both started breathing a bit heavier, neither were sure who leaned in first but their lips finally clashed and Areum felt relief, as if she could breathe after holding her breath for so long and Jungkook felt as if the wind was knocked out of him.

His hands instinctively went to hold her waist and tried to pull her closer even though they had no more space between them.

Areum chuckled against his lips which Jungkook found absolutely adorable as she placed one of her hands on the nape of his neck before she tip toed just a bit to deepen the kiss. She tugged on his lower lip before pulling it and sucking which caused Jungkook to lean forward and chase her lips before she could pull away.

A low grumble erupted from his chest as he bent down to quickly pick her up and set her down on the dining table a few feet away. This position, he was standing in between her legs. Their tongues were tangling as they moved them in sync and that’s when she felt it.

She pulled back and looked down, she couldn’t see it due to his long shirt but she sure as hell could feel it and she couldn’t deny it made her flustered at the idea she could actually make another guy hard just by kissing.

“Sorry” his voice was low but he tried to hide the fact he was embarrassed. Never had he gotten this hard over just making out, sure maybe half a hard on, but a full boner?

He pulled away and tried to back up a bit thinking the reason she pulled back was because she was uncomfortable due to his downstairs situation but was surprised when she pulled him back by his shirt and planted her lips back on his.

Her lips moved down from to his jawline then down his neck and this definitely wasn’t helping calm him down. His head leaned back as her lips and tongue grazed the right side of his neck back up to his lips before pulling away once again.

Her lips were swollen and red and he’s sure if he was able to see her cheeks they would be a deep shade of red just like his probably were.

“I’ve never done anything with another guy before” she thought he should know plus she was extremely nervous, his eyes soften as he placed a hand on her cheek above the mask and softy caressed it with his thumb.

“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable” he assured her as he placed a quick peck on her lips and her heart swelled.

Areum’s mind went in a bunch of different directions, one telling her not to because this guy was a complete stranger but another telling her maybe this is what she needed to do to get over Taehyung, Matter of fact this wasn’t even about Taehyung anymore, this guy had been sweet and had respected her throughout this entire night and even though she couldn’t see his face she was definitely attracted to his personality so why the hell not have some fun?

“That’s the thing” she whispered, her hand trailed from his back over to the front of his chest and down, dangerously close to his crotch area causing him to slightly buck his hips from the teasing sensation of her hand so close.

“I want to” Areum stated before crashing her lips back on his.

For my jikook drabble on ao3

Teacher’s Pet | JJK (1)

—chapter one: daydreams and beginnings

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, college!au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, smut

♡ ⟶word count: 5.1k

♡ ⟶chapter contains: dom!jk, bratty sub!oc, lecture hall sex, oral sex (f rec.), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (mentions of taking morning-after pill), jk hasn’t had sex in a minute so he fucks oc like his life depends on it, humiliation & degradation kink, oh and mentions of romeo and juliet being sneaky links?

♡ ⟶chapter summary: Romeo and Juliet weren't the only ones risking it all for a forbidden fuck. Your professor finally decides, after an entire semester, to address the blatant heart eyes you've always had for one another when you stay after class. With the semester wrapping up, Jungkook realized it was now or never.

this is part 1 of my new teachers pet series, but can be read as a stand-alone

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You swear you did not rationally, or even consciously, doodle a heart on your paper like a ten-year-old girl with a crush. You refuse to believe it. However, with the way Mr. Jeon keeps pacing back and forth, bottom lip between his teeth for the split second that he allows his eyes to meet yours during his lecture, your mind couldn’t care less about the damn doodled heart.

You’re not ashamed or scared to get caught gawking, one reason being that you've already been caught. Many times, actually. So what’s one more?

The other reason is that he does it often and oh so casually too. Mr. Jeon wasn’t going to pretend like he didn't notice you sitting there every week with your teeth nibbling at the end of your pencil, thighs squeezed shut with a resting, subtle pout on your plump lips. He wasn't going to act oblivious to that look in your eyes either, he was able to quickly pinpoint that certain look, that plead, the day he first saw it.

It’s been two months since you got transferred into his second semester English Lit class, and fuck were you grateful for your other professor's sudden leave.

Though he'll never admit it, he's just as grateful.

Two full months of him eye-fucking you— or you eye-fucking him (hard to tell)— and trying his absolute best not to let his curiosity lead him to wonder how utterly drenched you potentially were in your chair, actively trying his best to prevent the possible blood flow to his crotch. A mid-lecture boner would be a disaster, he reminds himself frequently.

“Your assignment for this week should be fairly easy, it’s your final analysis. I want you to pick a classic literary piece and analyze one of the less-talked-about thoughts, ideas, or events in it that can or do contribute to the original meaning of the said literary piece.”

You've picked up on this one habit of his, which is how he adamantly avoids glancing in your direction when he speaks— because your reaction to just his voice alone?... It's enough to make him weak in the knees. Again, he can't be in that state mid-lecture. Horrible.

His pacing comes to a halt when he takes a seat behind his desk and on his desk chair, and you truly can't resist sparing a quick look at his man-spread thighs. His toned, thick thighs that are now straining against the hard-working material of his chinos. You can't resist imagining what it would feel like to pleasure yourself against those thighs, the way it would feel if he tensed the muscle beneath you. You can't resist imagining how his toned, tattooed arm would contrast so sexily against the soft, delicate skin of your back, holding you flush against him as you moved your hips. The words of encouragement that would slip past his lips. God.

"If no one has any further questions that should be it. Format the analysis how you usually would, grading rubrics and the deadline date will be emailed to each of you by tonight."

His words are only a vague mumble to you and you don't doubt that you probably look like one of those exaggerated head-over-heels cartoon characters right now. Cute, but beyond embarrassing when you're not aware that you're the only one still seated, half the room already having piled out the door.

Luckily, you were self-aware a few minutes ago when he explained the assignment, and with the way he was now watching you intently, wondering if you were going to just sit there forever or finally initiate the first move given that he would never bring himself to, you impulsively walk over to his desk after strategically deciding to 'discuss the assignment further' as a poor excuse to talk to him.

"Ms. Y/L/N." His tone was of faux shock yet casual, playful almost. It's too soon for him to be certain about you're main objective, but the second you approach his desk- the new, thick and suffocating air is indisputable.

"I have an idea for the assignment, but I want to run it by you first... get a second opinion before I start."

He nods his chin upwards in a gesture for you to continue, and with the way his eyes are even darker up close, you can't help but internally shudder.

"So I'm choosing Romeo and Juliet, basic, I know, but -" you cut yourself off when the loud click of the door's automatic lock echos throughout the lecture hall, the heavy wooden door now sealed shut and acting as a barrier that's shielding you and him from the scrambling students who were now gone. His eyes flick to the door, then right back to yours, and the air gets even more suffocating.

"- you know how their love is considered to be like... undeniable?" Your voice was more of a timid whisper and he rolls his tongue inside of his cheek and does that hot nod thing again and you just know that your panties are done for by now.

"Well, I don't doubt that it was undeniable, but I do doubt that it was love at first sight. Romeo definitely had a thing for her, but 'love' wasn't what originally drove him to do the unimaginable. It was lust."

He looks as if he wants to laugh, but he won't. He wouldn't. Humored, though, he acknowledges your theory.

"And how do you think that contributes to the overall message?"

You brace yourself for your first bold statement of this encounter, adverting your eyes to glance over the organized piles of papers in front of you while speaking.

"Well, the overall message is what true love can look like, but what if it's what true lust can look like. It makes sense, to me at least... but I'm sure you can understand that concept just as well."

He straightens his once slouched position, his elbows propping against the surface, his chin dangerously close to your chest. His forehead wrinkles the slightest bit as he stares up at you from the somewhat awkward position, a dark spark hidden just beyond each pupil.

"So you think it was a sexual desire that drove them to do the unimaginable?"

Whether it was his words or his proximity, you can't take back that small, struggled whimper that left your throat. He can't take back the sudden blow flow to his dick either.

"Humans tend to let their sexual charges get the best of them, it’s nature." It was his turn to get flustered by your words, all of the "what if's" he's ever fantasized about you clouding his mind completely, leaving his body to selfishly betray his own thought-over morals, eager to indulge in you while he has the chance. It is your graduation month after all.

Jungkook knows this is something he will never be able to take back. He knows that this is crazy, absurd, against his contract's code of conduct, and just downright wrong. But he also knows that you're an adult- a young one at that, but still an adult. However, he's also aware that you're impressionable, so that's exactly why he'll let you be the one to choose what happens. He'll only do what you want to do, the desire is strong but nowhere near greedy enough to take advantage.

He's prepared for you to second guess, and when you do, he won't try to convince you to stay.

Fuck him or don't, it'll be that sexual desire of his that lead him to willingly want to do the unimaginable with you in the first place. Well, desire and the fact that his current personal life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows lately either. He's been stressed and in immense need of a good distraction, so an old-fashioned quick-fuck is not so bad of an idea.

The more the pros outweigh the cons, the more that want overtakes and he's realizing how badly he needs this. He needs you right now more than ever.

"If you want it, it's yours."

You certainly did not have to tell him twice, his actions being supernaturally fast as he gets up to stand to flush against your standing body, large hands settling on your waist, your heartbeat no longer being able to keep up a subtle rhythm and you know he can feel it booming against his own chest because you are close enough to feel him against you.

In the midst of a gasp, he places a much-needed kiss on the set of lips that he was never able to resist thinking about— coming to find out you exceed his expectations. He sucks, bites, and swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, hips instinctively grinding for friction.

And you? You're a mess.

He already has you moaning, and you can't tell whether it's from pleasure or it's your way of pleading— but both make sense. Your knees feel like jello and your pussy is throbbing underneath your drenched, hopeless panties. The taste of his mouth is something you never want to part with, and the feel of his needy bulge using your body for relief is something you're still having trouble wrapping your head around.

"You wanted this so badly, huh? Daydreamed about moments like this?"

Your cheeks flush pink at the fact that he's correct. Not that you didn't suspect he already had a gist of what you think about when he's teaching his lectures, but you're still embarrassed hearing him confirm it.

He brings one hand from your waist to hook a finger beneath your chin, guiding you to face him. "Tell me one of your favorites."

Your brows furrow in confusion, not understanding what he means. Before your parted lips could move to speak, he elaborates. "Walk me through one of your favorite fantasies you've had... Tell me what you visualized me doing to you."

Your pussy was abused without even being touched yet. His words traveled straight to a knot in your lower stomach, causing a wave-like sensation to wash over you, settling at your entrance.

"Fuck." Was all you were capable of letting out, too much in a haze to form a coherent answer. You want to relieve this painful tension, but he's taking his time.

"The faster you walk me through it, the faster I'll do it."

"I would think about you naked, a lot, your hands all over me, fucking me so hard 'til I feel numb. I thought about my mouth around you, the things you'd call me."

His cock twitched at each confession, especially that last one.

"Yeah? And what did I call you?"

"A slut... a behaved slut."

The deep bass of his voice followed his sadistic chuckle, accompanied by his cock pressing even harder against you, making you whine as the sensation cascades over you more intense than before. "Is that true? Are you a slut?"

The residue of his chuckle is in the form of a smirk, eyebrows raised as he intently waits for your answer. "That's for you to decide... you'll have to find out on your own."

They weren't the words he expected, but he was beyond satisfied with doing just that. Finding out. Not without milking the temptation out further, of course.

"What about behaved? Do you behave?"

"Only when I want to."

He keeps his playfulness intact even when he forcefully wraps a hand around your throat. His grip contradicts his light, kind smile significantly. You gasp at the suddenness of it all.

"Uh oh... Looks like I'm going to have a rough time." He guides you by the throat to walk backward, crotch still pressed against you when your ass shoves against the edge of his desk. "But if you are a behaved slut for me, we can both have a good, rough time."

You understand his implication far too well, and if your pussy wasn't convulsing around nothing, you might've just pressed your stubbornness further.

Your eyebrows crease in pity from his dominance winning but his proposition was something you really needed, and he sees the eager agreement on your face. He notes your willingness to comply, and the strong grip on your neck tames down as he rejoins your lips, slowly.

Humming as his tongue teasingly trails up along yours, you cautiously bring your open hand flat to his chest, feeling out the muscular ridges you would always see a faint imprint of even from afar.

“Get on the desk.”

His voice was more of a murmur but the faint undertone of unmistakable authority was more than prominent. Following his breathless request, you use both hands to grip the edge of the desk, pushing yourself up to set your ass on its surface.

Even though your legs are spread only the slightest, he could still fit in between if he wanted to. However, he’s not coming closer like you assumed he would. Amused, he stands one foot away from your waiting core.

“Look at you, sitting on my desk making a mess of yourself.”

He’s not wrong. Before him lies an image of your breathless body panting almost hysterically, a facial expression so lewd as you wait to just feel something, anything against you. All while being completely oblivious of you're unhinged, yearning state.

His words snap you back into your right mind, a large gulp took to help stabilize your heavy breathing.

"Please."

As if his smile couldn't have grown any eviler, he places a finger to your lips, inching closer but not letting your clothed core meet his bulge.

"Please touch you?" He doesn't give you a chance to speak, his free hand having crept up unnoticed, landing his middle fingertip on your soaked core. Despite it being covered by two layers of material, you’re soaked enough for it be felt through both. "Touch this wet pussy of yours?"

You let out a whiney groan to show how excruciating his temptation is, all in hopes he just might cave in.

His finger trails up to the side of your pant's waistband, his other hand falling from your lips to join the opposite side. Hooking his four digits into the material of the fabric on both sides, the tops of his fingers against your bare skin as he roughly yanks your pants and panties down in one swift movement, his biceps tensing, leaving them bunched up at your knees before slowly pulling them off completely.

He stares at the picture he created, the picture he unveiled, and relishes in the way your delicate, plump pussy looks on top of his desk. This new sight was enough to make him needy. His own tortuous temptation catches up to him as he finds himself magnetically closing in the space between your pussy and his bulge.

You stare down at the contact only for half a second before a familiar hand is grasping at your neck and your lips are directed and then captured between his.

Testing the waters, you grind subtly against him.

Whimpering into his mouth, you realize how worked up you truly are after him taking his sweet time, and the friction from rubbing against his covered bulge alone is something you can see yourself cumming from.

And from the way he’s breathing shallowing against the kiss, chest rising just to crash back down, you know he’s worked up too.

“Please… Fuck me.”

You stop your grinding when he ignores you, knowing that he wasn’t moving his hips anyway. He was letting you be the one to create that friction because he knows he’s too hard to do it back. Just like you, cumming from friction alone wasn’t a far stretch in his mind.

Upon your stopping, he breaks the kiss, the sloppy, hopeless kiss, and puts some distance between your bodies again.

You watch as he debates something in his head, noticing how his eyes narrow upon having made a decision, and before you can even question him, he’s walking over to the opposite side of the desk and grabbing hold of his desk chair. You instinctively grind against nothing as you watch him roll the chair over, parking it right in front of you.

The chair was low enough that if he sat in it, his mouth would be leveled with your core, and he would be able to—

You gasp in partial realization of his plan and partial excitement.

Doing as expected, he sits on the chair, rolling himself closer and closer until you bite down on your lip from the feeling of his warm breath directly against you.

He pauses, eyes up on you. You realize he’s stopped, so you look down and are caught in his gaze, a microscopic smirk on his face as he speaks.

“This is just foreplay, don’t even think about cumming.”

You feel yourself convulse at his words, at his implication that he’s going to fuck you but not without performing oral first. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are.

“So what if I do? Are you gonna fail me, Mr. Jeon?”

You couldn’t help yourself. And you really wish you could have when you feel his tongue slip past your slit, completely skipping over easing you into the sensation and instead rapidly flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud until your moans transform into something of a scream.

“Slower, you have to go— Fuck! Slower.”

He chuckles against you, hands engulfing your inner thighs and squeezing the plushness of each one to his liking. His hands are strong and his grip is tight and you know you’re going to have bruising all over the areas he’s mindlessly toying with.

“Don’t call me ‘Mr. Jeon’, it’s Jungkook… And if you want to cum, you’ll drop that attitude of yours. Haven’t you been taught manners?”

His short break to speak was enough for you to miss his tongue, even though it was too fast for you to handle, and you whine as you push yourself against his lips to shut him up and get more.

He smiles against you, licking a stripe up your slit once, originally planning to pull back but something about how you tasted was too enticing to do such. Instead, he indulges deeper. Hungrier. And this time it’s not just his tongue flicking over you, but his whole mouth swallowing and exploring every part of your pussy.

His bottom lip starts at your entrance, top lip at your clit, and he closes them in to meet, all while his tongue is busy exploring the space in between. He repeats that until he discovers the way your tight hole feels around his tongue. Until he finds out how your pussy contracts when he licks your clit with the flat of his tongue. And you repeat your moans, the chants of his name, the wave in your stomach that’s building and building each passing second until you can’t take it anymore.

“Mm m’gonna cum if you don’t stop soon.”

You tried your best to sound normal, but your voice was two octaves too high and your breathing threw off any chances of sounding remotely close to nonchalant or ‘normal’.

He really doesn’t want to stop, but he can’t have you cumming. Not yet.

Pulling away, at a loss of breath himself, he stares up at you, his lips swollen and glossed with your juices, eyes trance-like.

You stare back with the same needy gleam, and for the first time he gives in to your wordless plead, his hands making their way to his belt.

You watch as he fiddles with the pesky belt buckle, eagerly yanks the zipper of his pants down, and pulls both his briefs and pants to rest on his mid-thighs. You watch as his length, the one you were right about in your daydreams, springs up sternly against his lower stomach, holding an angry tinge of red. You watch as he uses his thumb to spread the thick bead of precum that balanced along his slit. You watched, but more importantly, you craved. So fucking badly.

And so did he.

Standing up, he notes how you’re too out of breath to maintain a proper kiss, so he settles on the skin of your jaw, biting, sucking, licking, pecking, all while he slowly strokes himself, his shaft angled just above your vulva.

Just as he parts his lips from your jaw, you spread your legs a little wider, angling them up just the slightest until Jungkook’s eyes squint in thought.

“What?” You breathily ask.

He glances back over his shoulder for whatever reason before looking down at his cock that was just about to finally enter you.

“It’s just that I didn't take note to bring condoms with me to work today.”

You try not to but still inevitably laugh at his sarcasm, slowly beginning to like his humor just a little bit. But then your faced with the predicament at hand, saying the first solution that comes to mind because you’re still aching down there.

“It’s fine, I’ll take the pill when I get home.”

His eyes dart back and forth between yours, an ‘are you serious?’ expression that soon blends into an ‘oh you are serious’ expression. You nod at his hesitance and contemplation, encouraging him to continue.

‘Humans tend to let their sexual charges get the best of them, it’s nature.’ Jungkook remembers the words that lead to this, and he realizes how accurate they are as he is getting ready to fuck his student raw on top of his desk, in the room that was jam-packed with people only moments ago.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You don’t have time to speak in regards to Jungkook’s words of …unwanted disbelief? as he contradicts himself by easing his tip into your slicked-up hole. Any words you were planning on saying were gone just like that as your mouth stayed agape, pussy stretching around him as he pushed in slowly, taking it inch by inch.

You felt yourself suffocating each ridge and vein on his cock, his girth pulsating the deeper he went and the tighter you squeezed him. His lips are parted as he lets out occasional, deep grunts of pleasure mixed with concentration.

He was just over halfway in when you felt full. You imagined him to be this big, but fuck was he big. It’s like your fantasies have been intensified, enhanced, if you will. You’re not complaining, but you are wincing.

“Is that too much? I don’t have to bottom out if you can’t take—”

“Go all the way. It’s fine.”

He looks up at you at your all too confident request, eyes lighting up in a small smirk before biting his lip and doing as told.

You really wish you have a better analogy for the feeling of him bottoming out in you that isn’t something so absurd and far stretched- but it really does feel like you are floating on the clouds.

He’s so fucking big.

Perhaps you are in the clouds, his dick being your cause of death. But when he pulls back halfway and softly caresses your cheek, you're brought straight back to earth.

“Are you crying?”

Are you? You come to find out he’s only detecting the obvious as you feel a wet drop slipping down your face. You are in fact crying and you suddenly want to bury yourself alive with the embarrassment.

“Crying cause my cock?” He’s not even trying to sound seductive, and with the way his tone comes off as mocking, it’s almost as if he’s trying to humiliate you. “So pathetic, Y/N.”

You don’t know how to react, but it’s not like you even have time to as he drills himself back into you even harsher than before, forearms securely holding your thighs around his waist.

“Fucking hell.” He gasps out, his hips at an inhumane pace.

Your eyes are sealed shut, hands fisted on top of the desk's surface, mouth agape as it’s too overwhelming to make a sound.

You wish you had it in you to speak, or breathe, but you’re completely frozen in the feeling of his cock pounding into your done-for pussy.

“Jungkook…” Your voice is almost gone despite how little of it you’ve been using. “Faster.”

Your words betray you, but also lead to rewarding you with what you subconsciously wanted.

His hips pick up, and you didn’t think that would even be possible. Perhaps that’s half the reason why you said it in the first place; because you thought there’s no way you could get it. However, his speed increases and the empty room is filled with vulgar noises.

“So you are a behaved slut… taking my cock so well.” He groans his words as he pounds in and out of you and you’re too dizzy to note that he called you the pet name you confessed to him moments ago.

You try to focus on anything but the feeling that’s building inside of you each passing second. You will do anything: fuck your professor, potentially get in so much trouble because of it, get him in trouble- but you will not cum so soon. You just won’t allow it.

But you’re both aware of the reality that this predicament holds, which is that you’ve built this moment up so much with all the teasing and foreplay that it won’t be long until you’re both falling victim to the outcome of temptation.

“You need to slower… Go slower, I mean. You need to— Fuck, Jungkook.”

Jungkook smirks for the slightest second when he sees how you're fucking up your words because of how he’s fucking you.

He’s just as adamant about not finishing so soon, but for him, it’s way more difficult.

Jungkook has realized by now that the last woman he’s indulged in like this was his ex-wife, and that was over a year ago. So feeling something so incredibly tight around his cock that isn’t his hand for once, makes his orgasm almost impossible to wait.

And with that unfortunately being said, Jungkook’s eyes widen as his cock twitches, and just like that—

“Fuck!”

You gasp sharply, not having expected that to happen so soon. You would take this as an opportunity to humiliate him back, but you’d rather take this as an opportunity to finally let yourself release.

Bringing your hand to your clit, you rub frantically, eyes fixated on the breathless and dazed-over man in front of you as you let your high build, grinding your hips onto his softening cock as it finally collapses over you, and you moan in pleasure as he hisses in overstimulation.

You both exhale in sync, and the second he’s no longer battling the overstimulation, he grabs your throat.

You stare up into his eyes, your orgasm still lingering, and you feel so submissive all of a sudden. Like you want to apologize for what you did, let him choke you if that’s what he wants.

But then he softly kisses you.

Your thoughts shift into ones of confusion as he releases pressure on your neck and intimately laces his tongue with yours, suctioning onto your bottom lip before releasing with a pop and slowly rejoining, creating a slow, sensual, and heated makeout.

It was so, for lack of a better word, nice that you were almost upset when he pulled away.

His hand peels from your thigh, the other from your neck, and he cups your cheeks. Your wide eyes meet his, noticing how his features have softened tremendously compared to before.

“Was that okay?”

As soon as you nod yes, too taken aback to think of any correct verbal response, he lets one hand off of your face and very slowly pulls himself out of you, brows creasing slightly. He notices your whimper and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“I have wet wipes in the top drawer if you want to reach over and get them.”

You really cannot wrap your head around this completely new, kinder, version of him. You wonder if he’s just sexually dominant, and it’s not until now that you realize you’ve never taken much thought into his real personality. Perhaps he is a very nice guy.

The more things cleared up in your head, the quicker the confusion slipped past you and you found yourself reaching over the desk while still sittng atop to grab the wet wipes from the said top drawer.

“Here, I got it.” He volunteers as he takes the package from your hands, plucking out a moist wipe before gently wiping away any trace of your mixed climaxes from your core.

He’s extremely delicate with you, and he avoids your clit completely because he knows how sensitive it probably is right now.

He catches you staring at him, a bunny-like smile lighting up his face.

“I heard warm baths can help with soreness.” He speaks as he discards the wipe in the trash can beside the desk. “And I’m sorry for going a little too hard, it’s been a minute since… y’know.”

His cheeks are tinted with the palest shade of red, and you find it somewhat adorable how he’s embarrassed to confess that to you.

“It’s okay.” Your voice is small, and it makes his heart clench. You’re not the only one who’s fond.

You try to bite your tongue, but when he helps you redress after having cleaned himself up a bit, you can’t help but ask about the elephant in the room.

“Why are you so nice all of a sudden?”

Jungkook smiles at your question, shaking his head a bit in humor as he looks down at his feet and then back up to you.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I might just be a nice guy after all?”

Yes, yes it has.

His tone wasn’t rude or cocky, but humorous and you found yourself laughing a little. And something about your reaction to him is so enticing to him but he doesn’t know what it is he wants from you.

Maybe more of you, perhaps. He definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you again.

“I um… This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

Your ears perk up, and all of a sudden you have a strong craving to find out if he is a nice guy. Learn more about him… about his body. Sex or not, you wouldn’t mind seeing him again either.

“I can leave you my number.” You suggest. “My schedule has been mostly clear these days… except for classes of course.”

And just like that, he remembers you’re a student. He remembers the risk of what just happened, the risk of continuing this. He contemplates his offer as you get down from the desk after jotting your number down on a miscellaneous sticky note. And it’s not until you reach up onto your tiptoes to place a shy kiss on his lips that his doubts falter.

And he doesn’t want to admit it, but he thinks he could get used to that.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon.”

He watches as you exit the lecture hall, and for some reason, a reason he’s trying his best not to decode, he’s already anticipating the next time that he’ll see you.

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Your Eyes Tell | JJK | 71

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊

**Please be aware of the warnings. There will be psych ward drama, including self-harm ahead.**

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Logan walked into the house with shopping bags and a backpack and was met by her father.

“There’s my angel,” he kissed her forehead while taking the food from her.

“I couldn’t find the brand of soy sauce Eomma wanted, so I bought the kind YoonGi likes,” she warned him.

“That’s fine,” he nodded.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in months,” her mother walked in and looked her over. “You’ve lost weight. You have circles under your eyes. Are you ill?”

“No, just overworked,” she complained before kissing her cheek and walking off to her room to drop off her bag.

“Have you seen your brother?”

“They’re rehearsing for festivals, Eomma. I haven’t even spoken to Goo-ah in two days. Just texts and snaps,” she sighed.

“Everything is back to normal, then.”

She agreed silently before pushing up her sleeves to wash her hands.

“I’ll get dinner, go relax. Watch the gameshows with your dad.”

“I’m supposed to respect my elders,” she teased her with a dimply smirk to which she received a slap to the ass.

“If you don’t slow down you won’t make it to be an elder,” she complained.

“Yes, Eomma,” she sighed as she walked off and dropped onto the sofa.

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It was the middle of the night when her phone went off. It wasn’t her personal phone, but her work phone. It wasn’t just any ring, but the emergency tone from the nurse on duty. She jumped up, half asleep, and quickly answered. “This is PA Dunn,” she answered.

“Logan-ssi… we have an issue with one of your patients that needs immediate attention.”

“Which patient?”

“Lim JoonYong has been hiding his medication and has lapsed into a psychotic fit.”

“I’m on my way. Please call Dr. Yoo and hand my case load off to the nurse on call.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

She closed her eyes and dropped her phone. This was going to be a bad day.

“What’s wrong?” her mother ran in, the sound of the emergency call waking her up.

“I have to get to the hospital. Tell JunKi I’m sorry for missing his birthday lunch, I’ll make it up to him,” she jumped into a set of scrubs she had in her backpack.

“Will you be gone all day?”

“I don’t know, it depends on how bad the situation is when I get there. These sorts of calls aren’t good.”

“Please call me when you can. I worry when you run off like this.”

“I know,” she kissed her cheek. “Love you.”

“I love you,” she sighed as she dashed out while calling a taxi.

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Logan ran directly into the hospital and straight to the elevator. As soon as she stepped onto her floor, she was met by one of the charge nurses.

“How long as he been off of his meds?”

“The doctor estimates three days.”

“What about his roommate?”

“He was discharged and sent home yesterday.”

“So he’s locked in by himself. Can you get in to sedate him?”

“Every time someone opens the door, he takes a bite out of his shoulder.”

“What?!” she stopped.

“There’s blood everywhere and the orderlies are scared to go in.”

She stared at her for a moment before turning to find the orderlies standing outside of his room. She glanced up to see smeared blood covering the window and swallowed down her fear; fear of what was waiting inside and for the condition of her patient.

She held out her hand and accepted the syringe before stepping up to the door. “JoonYong-ie… it’s PA Dunn. Can you speak?”

“Logan-ssi…” his voice was weak.

“I’m coming in. I want to help you.” She opened the door to find blood everywhere as he looked up from the corner, on the floor. He had bitten both of his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” he looked up with tears streaming down his face.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” she slowly knelt in front of him. “May I please help you?”

“I remembered…” he sighed. “This is what they did…”

“You were compelled to feel what your mother went through.”

“I’m so fucked up,” he cried.

“JoonYong-ie…” she whispered. “We need to close up these wounds. I’m going to have to sedate you. When you awaken, you will be restrained. Do you understand that?”

He nodded his head. “I’m so sorry, Logan-ssi.”

“Everything will be alright,” she held out her gloved hand and waited.

He took her hand and looked into her eyes as she injected him with the sedative.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Sleep well, angel,” she caught him from falling over before yelling out to the hall. “Call down to the operating theatre and request a surgeon! Get a cleaning crew in to sterilize this room! Call Dr. Yoo and request a medical review!”

She stepped back as the orderlies dashed in to place the unconscious boy onto a gurney and rush him to the OR.

“Logan-ssi!”

She looked up at the charge nurse to see that she was staring at her scrubs. She was covered in blood. She went on autopilot as she walked down to the scrub room to wash up and change. Her mind was completely blank as she replaced her protective gear and walked down to her office to write up an incident report and copy the doctors on it.

“Logan-ssi,” Dr. Yoo peeked into her office. “Are you okay?”

She frowned at him, contemplating what a horrible, stupid question that was. “I’m fine. JoonYong is not.”

“He is stable and in surgery, thanks to you. You… need to go home and reflect on this horrific situation.”

“I’m fine.”

“You are not. Go home. Resume your schedule on the fifth.”

She stared at him before nodding her head. “Thank you.”

He too nodded before walking down to his office. He logged into his employee records and found her emergency contact information. He then called Min ByeongJun, which led to a call to YoonGi. He in turn dashed to JungKook’s room and told him. Without another word, he grabbed his shoes and ran out the door.

Zuhair Murad Fall 2022/23 Couture

BTS fake text!

Daily chats between you and your boyfriend, Jungkook. Let’s just say you are a lot more sassy than your boyfriend can ever be. These are just after the Wings jacket shoot pictures were released. Enjoy!

BTS fake chats and reaction requests are open!💌

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : roommateTaehyung x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff, smut, angst, bestfriends to love!au, roommates au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : R

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : oral sex (girl receiving), nipple play, fingering, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, drinking, violence (shoving), ptsd, gaslighting, masturbation, accidental voyeurism

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 6.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : You are slowly getting back on your feet after a rough breakup. Taehyung is there supporting you as you find your standing again. When a company party involves your ex, Tae becomes your date for the evening, but will events of the evening change the way you see Taehyung?

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Peter: Mr. Loki, what do you want for Christmas?

Loki: Revenge.

Peter: What practical thing do you want for Christmas?

Loki: Instruments of torture.

Peter: What harmless thing do you want for Christmas?

Loki: A new tea kettle.

dilf jk: series masterlist

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff

>>status: on going

** snacks are drabbles that can be read as stand alones. they are not relevant to the plot. they are not written chronologically, but i order them as such as i go **

most recent work will be labeled: !! NEW !!

you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you

‎❥⁞ part one: the art of wanting - 10.3k words, (m)

‎you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.

❥⁞ snack: the art of caring  - 4.7k words, (m)

‎jk picks you up after a fight with your roommates… he and nari are better company anyway!!

‎❥⁞ snack: gardening/pool day drabble - 1.2k words, (pg)

nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet

‎❥⁞ part two: the art of playing - 6.3k words, (m)

costumes are a must for jk’s work party… they come with the cutest heart-shaped cuffs… now what could they be used for?

❥⁞ part three: the art of craving - 6.9k words, (m)

‎jk takes you to a bbq at his friend’s house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

❥⁞ snack: the art of waiting - 3.9k words, (m)‎ ‎ 

jk comes back from his business trip and he’s wearing new pjs… you must get his face between your legs.‎

❥⁞ part four: the art of doubting - 17k words, (m)‎ ‎ ‎

seeds of doubt are planted and unfortunately they grow faster than love. things with jk fall apart. 

❥⁞ part five: the art of yearning: pt 1 - 15.7k words, (m) 

jungkook wants you as much as he misses you. 

❥⁞ part six: the art of trying - 29.3k words, (m)  !! NEW !!

you’re trying to forget about jungkook, but he’s trying to make sure you remember why you shouldn’t. 

What about bf!Jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime 😭.

Bro I wrote this at three in the morning after a burst of inspiration. Don’t ask me why I picked Haikyuu for this because I don’t know either. 

— contents and warnings; established relationship, boyfriend!jk x reader, oral (f rec), fingering, jk is very intense when it comes to sports anime and your pleasure (the perfect man doesn’t exi-), jk is blonde in this just because I needed to indulge!!!! 

— words; 1k

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Jungkook had a few bad habits. 

The first one was that he would often forget small details about you — the flavor of ice cream that you simply could not stand, your favorite color, or even the schedule of your classes. But, paradoxically, he also would remember things you only mentioned in passing and keep them forever — like the fact that you played volleyball in high school, which was the perfect gateway drug to get you hooked on Haikyuu!! after months of begging you to watch some anime with him. 

The second bad habit was the fact that Jungkook would often get sidetracked after a few instants of initial thrill: he was the kind of person that liked the chase more than the actual prize. When it came to your anime marathon it wasn’t any different: after a few episodes, he realized he was losing interest, and his mind had started to gravitate toward other, more compelling goals. 

That was why he found himself in that position — with his tongue playing between your legs, when he should have been watching Oikawa’s first introduction to the anime. 

To be fair, it wasn’t all his fault. You were kind of teasing him for a few moments before, even making sure to have your shirt hike up your thighs every once in a while, making him question if you were wearing anything under that. Jungkook was only human and, after coming to the realization that your pink underwear was much more entertaining than an anime that he had already watched (twice), he swiftly changed his mind on how he wanted to spend that afternoon. 

Jungkook’s third bad habit was that he didn’t know how his actions would escalate. That was why he ended up being valedictorian at his high school graduation (after commenting to his teacher that he didn’t mind public speaking), and that was how he started eating you out after just wanting to steal a few kisses.

The problem was that those “few kisses” has been really good, and it wasn’t long until you were dripping wet for him, whining Jungkook’s name in a way that had him throbbing against his sweats. You had asked him to eat you out in that pretty, meekly voice that he loved so much, and he was unable to say no. 

Again: he was only human. 

Jungkook’s fourth bad habit was that he was really, really prideful when it came to your pleasure. He liked you loud, he liked you being desperate, and so he really pushed every boundary he could find to have you trembling under his touches. Which he often succeeded in. 

“J-Jungkook!” You cried out his name, your nails digging into his scalp. Jungkook only moaned against your pussy, licking a thick stripe from your quivering entrance to your clit, where he continued his devilish ministrations. He sucked on your sensitive spot so well that he got your back arching off the bed, thighs shaking on either side of his head. “There, there, please.” 

Jungkook raised his head so he could speak, your juices coating his lips and chin beautifully. “Relax, baby,” he teased, “I got you.” 

And then he was back to his original position. Jungkook absolutely adored looking up at you and finding your desperate gaze as his tongue played with your clit, a groan leaving his throat at the sight of the pretty blush painting your cheeks. He would die between your legs if he could, just lazily licking his way through your orgasm, squeezed by those glorious thighs of yours. 

As much as Jungkook had his bad habits, he had a few good ones too. And one of them is that he was devoted to the idea of making you feel good. 

Your boyfriend brought two of his fingers to your entrance, brushing the sensitive flesh around it until your hands were digging through the seas of his bleached blonde hair. “Jungkook, please,” you begged, knowing fully well that the sentence wasn’t going anywhere. 

Lucky for you, he wasn’t in a particularly teasing mood. 

His fingers slowly stretched you out and Jungkook’s cock throbbed inside his pants with the memory of your walls wrapped around it so perfectly. He loudly moaned against your clit, sending shockwaves through your body and making your hips roll against his face, digits sinking deeper inside you. Jungkook really loved having you like that: a gorgeous mess of whimpers and cries that unraveled with his faintest touches, trembling and begging to cum on his tongue. It made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. 

Your moans were getting louder, louder than the harsh dialogue that played on the screen of his laptop — the device forgotten somewhere amongst the sheets. Your stupid anime marathon was just a memory then, background noise to the beautiful sounds you were making for him as he sucked and toyed with your clit, digits pumping in and out of you in a frenzy. The pitch in your voice, the wetness between your folds that was dripping down his fingers: everything was driving Jungkook insane and, by the time that you reached your orgasm with a desperate call of his name and the fucked-out humping of your heat against his face, he was already floating amongst the clouds. 

And yet Jungkook was patient. He was patient as he licked you clean, movements much tender and precise as he drank every drop of your sweetness; was patient when you started to wince from sensitivity. 

“You taste so good, baby,” he mumbled, removing himself from between your thighs. Your boyfriend was overwhelmingly handsome as it was, but there was something about his messy blonde hair and the glistening of his lips that was a whole different level of sin to you. “Look.”

Jungkook took his fingers to your mouth, his cock twisting from the hungry way your lips wrapped around them, sucking on them slowly, your tongue playing with your taste before he pulled away with a pop. 

His patience could only go so far. You two would have to continue watching anime another day.