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Growing up with Kaeya was… well it was something.

Always being teased and made fun of in a Kaeya kind of way, that’s just how he was － how he showed affection to the people he cared about.

And that was the exact reason you had a hard time believing him every time he brought up his feelings towards you.

Yes, you knew he had a phat crush on you as kids but that’s what always happens right? It’s simple puppy love, something you grow out of.

But not to Kaeya. To Kaeya, it was more than just simple ‘puppy love’. No, it was much more.

So after many years of failed attempts, Kaeya was led to where he was now, talking to a small 10 year old girl dressed in red and eager to help.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘠／𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?”

And of course Klee would agree to this, anything to help Kaeya out! And so with a simple,

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺! 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢!“

She set off with a simple task; pass on the mystery box to miss Y/n without any damages or anyone but Klee and Y/n getting a hold of it, that was it.

So why was Klee having such a hard time with this task?

Suddenly paranoid that people would get their hands on the box, Klee had to come up with an idea － something, anything.

This box meant a lot to Kaeya and so she would protect it with everything she had.

Arriving at your doorstep, box in hand, Klee was greeted by your always cheerful face.

“𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘠／𝘯! 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!“

Thinking nothing was out of the ordinary, you took the box that was handed to you with a confused smile on your face.

“𝘖𝘩? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦? 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?“

You said as you simultaneously open the box only to reveal one of Klee’s Jumpy Dumpties － set to explode.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 Y/n?“

“𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘠／𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹．．．“

“𝘈𝘯𝘥?“

“．．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥“

Kaeya, now deflated that another romantic confession had gone down the drain, realised the contents of the box weren’t… well, in the box. Before it was damaged at least.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦，𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴?“

And so the girl led Kaeya towards an empty field, nothing in sight but a painfully obvious sign with the words ‘𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’ written on the wood.

Kaeya stared on in defeat as he watched Klee dig up the ‘𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’, feeling nothing but failure.

Maybe this was the universe telling him it wasn’t meant to be after all.

All these failed attempts and what had come of it? An explosion, just as what his heart had felt.

Kaeya trudged back to Mondstadt, items in hand and heart feeling heavy.

All he had expected was to drown his sorrows at Angel’s Share.

But what he hadn’t expected was for you to come waltzing up to him and land a kiss to his cheek.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 － 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦“

If Kaeya had been confused before, he was even more confused now.

And if it wasn’t for the little girl stood behind you, hands behind her back with a shy smile as she balanced her weight back and forth, he wouldn’t have taken responsibility for this mysterious bracelet.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴，𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 － 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰“

“𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹？ 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯! 𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥!“

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?“

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6：36𝘢𝘮

－𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 2 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : the lesson’s with megumi’s dad continue but he seems to become more…possessive?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dilf!toji x non-virgin!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with the tiniest plot ever

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : cumming inside, oral (male receiving), cheating (toji’s married), breeding kink, impregnation

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : this is a two part fic but can be read as a stand-alone

Part 1 | 2 | 3

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Of all the memories I have of being 19 and having an affair with my best friend's dad, the one that I think about most often is the first blow job lesson he gave me. Toji loved oral, both giving and receiving, and he wanted to make sure I knew how to enjoy both.

"For most guys truly good head is a once in a lifetime thing. If you know how to do it right a guy will remember you for the rest of his life”

He said this to me before we really started anything serious, we were in his bed after sex just talking, and he was going on about the value of good oral.

The idea intrigued me greatly, most of my friends hated giving head — or at least hated doing it for more than a few minutes. I was interested in approaching the whole thing a bit differently. I didn't want to hate doing something the guy I was with loved. It seemed like a source of endless friction. I wanted a kind of explosive partnership that was much more intentional about mutually being the best for your partner than passively hoping for their infallibility.

I don't like the middle of the road, if I was going to do something at all, I wanted to do all of it — be the best at it, or at least take it to it's farthest end and experience it fully. Why be a bear at all if you're not going to be a grizzly? When I was younger I denied myself cream and sugar for a long time, until I learned to love the taste of coffee without it, and now I'll never need cream or sugar. When something is good for you, you just have to learn how to love it.

All this to say, Toji wanted to give me blow job lessons, and I was ready to be a very good student. I knew that not every man was going to like what Toji liked, but I figured it would be easiest to adjust from guy to guy when I at least knew one really well. Like how learning your second foreign language is a lot easier than learning your first.

One afternoon I was packing an overnight bag to meet Toji at the lake house when he texted me:

𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥．

I grabbed a water bottle and drank it on the short drive to the lake house. When I parked I saw he was waiting for me. Seated on the porch with his back against one of the cedar posts, reading something, or pretending to read at least while he waited for me. He looked so handsome and rugged like that.

"How's school?" he asked. I laughed, it was funny to him that I was a student, that I was so much younger than him. It turned me on as well — and I couldn't tell if it was his pleasure at the situation or my own curiosity about someone with a few decades of experience on me.

He poured us some wine inside the house and I drank nervously — he always made me nervous, it was part of his charm. Even when we just talked he stood closer to me than a person normally would. It intimidated and excited me. I took a step back and hopped up on the counter, he stood between my legs and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him tightly, making the kiss more urgent than casual. I wanted to lay on the counter and feel his weight on top of me right then, but I knew that wasn't his plan for the night.

"Can we just have sex first?" I asked, a bit breathless from his advance and finding an irresistible urge inside me to get a quick fix in.

"No..." He moved from kissing my mouth to my neck. "It's good to delay gratification a bit. It makes it better, you'll see” It was impossible to see how he could be right, but all I could do was try to persuade him through other means. Maybe if I started to rub his cock he'd be overcome by the same lust that was making my brain fuzzy. I reached my hand down and felt him, he was definitely hard. But he merely grabbed my hand and deposited back on the counter.

He made us cook dinner then. I've never seen anyone look so sexy while dicing vegetables but I couldn't think about anything else. Everything was sex. Chopping vegetables was sex. Stirring a sauce was sex. Watching his mouth while he drank wine was sex.

I was quiet while we ate. I preferred to stare at his mouth and hands and fantasize about the place on my body I'd put them rather than make polite conversation. As if he could read my mind he was patient with my silence, the corners of his mouth turning up when he caught me lost in thought, my eyes focused on him.

I placed my dishes by the sink after dinner, expecting him to tell me we had to clean up first, too. But I felt his mouth on the back of my neck, his arm reaching around me stomach and pulling me backwards into his body. He reached one hand forward and cupped me between my legs and I felt myself coming undone with anticipation.

"Let's go upstairs”

Toji brought me to his bed where he sat, and I kneeled in front of him. He almost loving when he looked at me.

"You should always start playfully. Don't be too quick at it. You should act like all you want in the world is the guy to cum, but you're not in a big hurry to get it over with. Run your tongue around the edge of the head, especially on the underside. And then when you start taking it in your mouth, hide your teeth behind your lips”

I did all these things for a moment, it felt a bit disjointed but I noticed his hips writhing a bit and it became more natural, more fun. It wasn't my first blow job, but it was my first time trying to do something specific, or even trying really hard at it.

I tried to remember what he said and smiled internally (something someone told me about coming off as having a good time once) before running my lips up and down his shaft, pausing at the tip to lick my way around it and then taking more of it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it when I slowly pulled it out.

He stood up then, and steadied my head between his hands while he helped me get the rhythm down, pushing himself in and out of my mouth.

He stopped me while I was catching my breath and lifted my face with a few fingers under my chin. "Men want to admire your face while you're doing this. You look so good with my cock in your mouth," he pushed himself back in my mouth, watching me intently as he pushed himself in and out again. He must have been right, I'd never seen his face look like this before. He was so focused, even if just to memorize the moment.

"Curl your tongue, make a snug bed for my cock” "Cup the balls. Don't play with them separately, but as a unit" I followed his instructions.

All of this is, I guess, considered a warm-up. When he's really ready to start Toji told me coordination is important. I needed to move my mouth in sync with my hands so it felt like one thing was happening instead of two separate things.

"See if you can catch your breath while you still keep it in your mouth. Just relax your lips over just the head and pull on it, breathe through your nose"

I tried this and it was unexpectedly easy — but probably because I knew he was expecting me to stop and test this out.

"You can always ask a man what he likes you to do. I like to get deep inside. I want to feel your throat. It mimics sex, but it's more relaxing. And more exciting” I was nervous about this part, but the good kind of nervous, because I knew I'd be happy I did it. And he made me feel very safe. I took him back in my mouth and allowed him to move his hips forward while holding me in place. This is where I discovered my own trick, when I resisted my urge to back off, I found my mouth suddenly filled with my own saliva. My body produced more of what I needed when I pushed it to the edge, and I suddenly had lube for my hand to run up and down his shaft.

He wrapped his hand around mine and showed me the speed and firmness he liked, keeping his other hand on the back of my head to keep us in sync, every few moments removing our hands and hitting my throat with his cock.

"When I speed up, it means you're doing a good job. I'm getting closer" He told me, as he speed up our routine.

He told me that some guys like you to go until completion and others just want to warm up for sex, they want the act of finishing inside you, it's a primal instinct. He was of the latter persuasion.

"When a man says he's about to cum, keep doing what you are doing, and if he is guiding you, let him take over. He knows what he needs”

I removed my hand from his cock and ran them up and down his thighs to signal that I was willing to do this. I looked up at him as I suddenly felt salty precum in my mouth. He was looking at me intently, pumping in and out of his mouth. I struggled not to move even though his groans were really turning me on. Finally I felt him break rhythm and push himself deep inside my mouth, depositing his semen down the back of it. It was always a bit difficult not to gag with the surprise of a guy cumming in your mouth, but since it was so far back, it was easier as it was already being swallowed by the time I realized what was happening.

He fell back onto the bed behind him. "Goddddd Y/n, you're already very good at this”

This wasn't the last blow job lesson, we usually practiced before sex from then on, but they got quicker — which I took as a compliment.

This went on for nearly a year. Meeting Toji at the lake house, receiving lessons, having sex was now a near daily occurrence that it surprised me how his wife hadn’t found out.

It surprised me even more when I found myself caught in quite the predicament.

Two nights before I was due to meet Toji for our near-daily escapade I had run into my friend Yuji, another (now) second year on my way to the grocery store. Yuji was a lovable character, always energetic, ready to talk to anyone and everyone and always seen with a bright smile on his face.

“Y/n! Where are you going at this time? Do you mind if I tag along?” How could I refuse the look he gave me? With his big bright puppy eyes and almost visible pout.

“Sure I don’t see why not, you can help me carry the shopping bags back” and of course he jumped at the idea of being able to help someone in need.

All I expected to get was ramyun noodles, a tub of ice cream and a few snacks for the weekend.

What I didn’t expect was to later be pinned down on a king sized bed while being ploughed into.

"Holy fuck, you're one- ngh, attention whore, aren't you?" He asked between his groans, and I whined, wriggling from underneath him. I couldn't give a proper answer, not when he'd gotten me in this position. My face pressed down on the bed, his hand on my waist, my ass up, and he's fucking me with no restraint whatsoever. Usually, he would be soft - or as soft as Toji could possibly be - with me, but tonight was different.

Tonight he was angry.

"answer me." he demanded, as he spanked my ass. The handprint causing a red mark to appear on my ass cheek, and I winced in pain before shaking my head. "No - that's … mfph! ngh - not true..!" I tried to deny his cruel words, protesting 'no' against all his accusations.  "No? Then why- why were you like that with Itadori, huh? Actin’ all friendly and shit." He leaned in, questioned me right in my ear, sending goosebumps all over my skin, and the pleasure he's giving me, my pussy being abused by his mean cock, making me feel euphoric, and the mixture of his harsh and brutal words, it turned me on. I loved whenever Toji was sweet and soft with me in bed, teaching me. But I also loved this side of him. I loved whenever he'd be mean with me and call me all these degrading names.

“You tryna slut yourself out, huh? Is that what you wanted? C’mon, answer me.” I couldn’t breath out a single reply, muted by his hard cock diving in and out. I was cock - stupid.

Nothing mattered, only his cock. It was all I could focus on. The rhythm and pace he kept while spitting crude and hurtful words my way but I didn’t care, I loved it. “What? Can’t talk now? You jus’ that cock drunk? D’you think pink boy could do this to you, making you a dumb cock slut?”

He wasted no time taking his lips to my neck and kissing, abusing, the soft skin as his hands worked on my big assed hips. Taking pleasure in watching my ass bounce back and forth, keeping in rhythm with his thrusts.

And then he pulled out, leaving me to whine unsatisfyingly and wriggling my ass trying to tempt him to dive back in.

"All you got to do is ask for it bitch, I'll give you exactly what you're wanting.”

I was all his from that moment on, I surrendered to him immediately, giving myself completely to him, panting like a bitch in heat,

"Oh God fuck me, please fuck me!...fuck my slutty cunt please!"

Then his long shaft poised at the opening of my cunt thrust forward, the massive cock spread my cunt open, pushing as far as he could. I was in ecstasy as this happened. His big hands held me open, spreading my ass as he slowly slid his thick shaft into my pussy. I moaned, groaned, sighed and panted as he entered me, stretching me, filling me to places I had never before felt a cock penetrate too. His big cock was by now touching previously untouched territory of my pussy. I was stretched by his girth more than I ever had been. And it showed as I moaned over and over, the pain both sore yet pleasurable.

"Oh oh, oh my god! - mfph! Oh fuck, fuck" .... "Oh my fucking god!"

Before long he had sunk every last inch of his cock into my eager cunt. He would pause briefly before withdrawing the hard shaft he had inserted into me. His cock glistened with my moistness. He then withdrew his cock, till I could see the mushroom crown of his cock almost come completely out of me briefly, and then he would thrust it back into me. I groaned loudly and let out a low growl of satisfaction as I began to simultaneously thrust my hips forward to meet his cock. He soon picked up the pace, hard and fast.

His balls slapped against my ass with vigour, as our thrusts met. He kept commenting on how big a slut I was for his big cock, and how wet I was.

"Your pussy feels so fucking wet, bet you ain't never been fucked so deep have you? Not by those lil’ boys I bet.”

He laughed loudly as I could only pant and groan at the onslaught.

“D’ya think pink boy could do this huh? Fuck you this deep? What if I knocked ya up hm, what then? Would that teach you?”

I let him know best I could that indeed it would as I screamed, “yes, please! Fill me up. Give me your baby! Give me your cum!”, and oh how much I was loving it, by telling him to fuck me harder and fill my slutty cunt. Flipping me onto my back, my hands were now on his ass pulling his dick deeper into my dripping cunt with each thrust. I then pulled him down and started kissing him deeply and passionately as he fucked me silly. My breathing was ragged, and increasing rapidly, soon I knew as did he that I was on the edge of cumming; He didn't stop this time.

My breath became shorter and shallower, but his thrusts remained long, deep, fast and hard. I went over the edge screaming out as my body was racked by a powerful orgasm. He never missed a beat, continuing the relentless pounding on my well abused cunt as I came, prolonging my orgasm. I was by now flopping around like a rag doll moaning and sighing at his persistent thrusts as I enjoyed the pleasures he was bringing to my body. As my orgasm subsided I pleaded with him to stop, telling him that I couldn't take it anymore.

“‘Gonna fill you up. Make you nice and round f’me, how’d you like that? Filled with my babies, my babies.”

He fucked me for some time like that before moaning - a loud guttural moan.

"I'm almost there, ain't no stopping now. Gonna fill you up!”

I was moaning as I desperately wanted the pleasures I was feeling, with each thrust of his rod. His thrusts intensified and he began to breathe heavily, then suddenly without warning he grunted, sank his cock as deep as it would go into my wet frothy hole. He was so deep inside me, that I felt his large ball sac tighten towards his groin and then his balls starting to jump around as his cock spurted shot after shot of cum into my fertile womb. All too late I was knocked out of the fantasy, remembering I wasn't on any birth control, "Oh my god I could actually get pregnant!" I yelled

"That's what’m hoping for.... your belly full of my baby” He rasped out, hugging me close to his warm and sweaty body.

At each spurt, he thrust into me as he emptied his balls followed by a grunt, staying there as if not taking any chances of it leaking out.

And that’s when I remembered,

“Shit, Toji! You’re married!”

—

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Nymphomaniac | 방탄소년단

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Jungkook, the headmaster’s son, is just trying to make it through school unnoticed but with his academic smarts and undeniably good looks it’s no surprise when he gains the attention of a certain student

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : virgin!Jungkook x nymph!fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff/smut/school au

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : corruption, sub!Jungkook, loss of virginity, oral m!receiving, slight nipple play if you squint, penetration, you both make a sex tape, teaching Kook how to kiss.

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Gaining stares before I had even stepped foot into school was something I became used to. In fact, it was a daily occurrence at this point. Everywhere my eyes drifted were faces with downturned eyebrows and tight lips.

My steps felt heavier as murmurs reached my ears - what they said was always about me, yet never directly to me. The whispers traveled like wildfire around the school grounds; everyone seemed to know my secrets and have their own opinion on what should be done with them - none of which gave any relief or peace from the situation in hand.

Every girl's lips moved in hushed conversation as I walked through the hall, and their gazes followed me with burning intensity. The contempt was so thick that it almost felt physical. I heard snatches of whispered phrases float in the air - "disgraceful," "just like her mother" - making clear what they thought of me and my ways. But no-one dared utter these words to my face, then they would have something to gossip about.

The boys would look at me with a strange, heated hunger in their eyes. I was like an oasis of pleasure in the desert of their lives – something that could quench any thirst they may have had. My gaze and my body language seemed to be inviting them closer, as if I wanted one or more of them to take advantage of me in whatever way they wished. It felt shameless, but it also satisfied some internal craving for carnal satisfaction that drove my every action and thought.

“𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?“ Turning around to face the boy I had been occupied with in the closet for the past 30 minutes, I sighed.

I opened my mouth to tell him no and that he should just move on to some other girl until I decided it wasn’t worth it and instead, turned around and walked off in the opposite direction.

It was times like this that would remind me of my mother, a strange kinship of sorts; as if I could feel her in my bones, see echoes of her lurking within me.

It was disconcerting and uncomfortable - like sliding into the dress she wore when I was a child, and realizing it still fit well after all these years. A reminder that everything she taught me has taken root somewhere within myself to grow or wither at its own will. Times like this made me yearn for the distance only death can bring.

Everyone in this boarding school had heard of my mother – a woman of dubious reputation, who the headmistress once described as “sowing her wild seeds”. The other students whispered when I passed by and cast judgemental glances at me as if I too would follow my mother's path. But they didn’t know that I was determined to make something better for myself, no matter how low people perceived me because of my lineage.

Nonetheless it seemed like everywhere I went all eyes were on me – judging every move and misstep like an unforgiving jury watching its victim carefully with discerning scrutiny.

I was sixteen when the diagnosis came in. Nymphomania – an insatiable craving for sexual relationships and gratification. A shadow had been cast into my life, and it seemed like no matter how hard I tried to control it, nothing worked - the cravings were always there somewhere beneath my skin, bubbling up and consuming me until all that mattered was finding a way to release them.

Masturbation could only do so much; soon enough even that wasn't enough anymore. So through trial-and-error experimentation over time, I gained a reputation amongst the boys of my neighbourhood as The Local Whore.

I straightened my back and kept my head high as I walked through the grand halls of this prestigious school. Everywhere around me were the daughters of the rich, prancing about in their designer clothing, whispering secrets behind their fingers and sizing me up with judgments hidden in their eyes. They all used their daddy’s money to get here, although I was no different.

I clasped my hands together, feeling the edges of my fingernails press into the soft flesh of my palms; a reminder that although I was no different - it had been a long road that had brought me to where I am now.

My father's teachings still echoed in my ears: insistent, unbending and unyielding in his belief that God alone could help me become who he wanted me to be. Little did he know, if only he could see me now - standing here on this threshold between two disparate worlds - how wrong his once convinced assumption were.

I had convinced myself that he chose this school over any other simply to pretend, possibly forget, that he even had a daughter. He’d take this opportunity to fix what was left of his reputation back home. After-all, “𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳“ as my father liked to remind me.

The school was like something out of a fantasy book, with it's broken brick walls and long narrow corridors. It seemed to exude an air of respect - the colour black ran through its veins, ironically the colour of sin, from the carpets lining the floor, to the trophy cabinets that decorated its walls.

Everywhere you looked there was something mysterious and spine-tingling about it; almost as if you were surrounded in darkness despite being standing in full light. Every footstep echoed throughout this old building making for a seemingly never ending playing field for exploration.

The building loomed over the campus, two stories high and multi-winged with rows of windows looking out on a sprawling intercontinental view. Its walls were pale gray brick and its roofs vermillion slate, an unusual yet distinct combination that resonated grandeur in its tallest spires.

The entrance hall was wide enough for four people to pass without shoulders brushing; within were two connected wings built side by side – one pink granite the other white marble – signifying gender separation due to firm religious beliefs held by those inhabiting it's spaces. Deep down inside these walls resided 500 students following their separate schedules from breakfast through dinner.

Although they didn’t do a very good job at separating us considering we still had to pass one another in the halls on occasion in order to traverse other parts of campus.

The school was a large white structure set back from the road. The front driveway coiled around neatly trimmed trees, and garden beds decorated with vibrant flowers lined the entrance walkway like soldiers on parade. From afar, it looked like an ivory castle; up close it revealed its immensity- straight lines of classrooms flanked by geometric terraces of dormitories that seemed to stretch for miles in either direction.

Inside there was a large reception office staffed by friendly faces all too eager to please visitors, within it were walls covered in cabinets full of trophies earned from countless victories in sports and academics alike.

I had been transferred here a few months prior under the instruction to finish my senior year unless I want to stay here another year by failing, that was not going to happen.

But that still wouldn’t stop me from having my fix.

But it also meant I needed to find myself a tutor, and fast.

I ventured through a labyrinth of silent halls and corridors, each one a mirror to the last. Everywhere I went seemed to draw me further inwards; closer to an unknown destination that even the most experienced navigator would struggle with.

I trudged down the empty hallways of the school, my feet dragging somewhat as I made my way towards the study hall. A bright light shone out from an open doorway and when I looked up to see what it was that beckoned me closer, no less than an angelic figure stood before me.

His brown hair was thick and slightly wavy, with a tousled look, almost having a golden sheen to it from the sunlight streaming through the arched windows at one end of the hallway; His eyes were like two pools of melted chocolate, deep and rich. He smiled slightly as he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out except for a few notes from some unheard song playing.

From beneath the thin frame of his glasses, two round lenses like a pair of moons framed a pair of shining golden-brown eyes that reached out to capture the warm rays of their own miniature sun within themselves. They glinted with every motion he made, each sparkle or twinkle depicting an emotion he held so deeply and passionately in his heart.

His facial features were a mosaic of perfection. Dark brown curls cascading past his ears, framed by high-cut cheekbones and an angular jawline flecked with the faintest of stubble that I longed to run my finger across. His lips were thin and delicate, rosy in hue and slightly parted with a small mole just below adding an extra layer of charm — almost as if it was begging for a kiss. With every feature I beheld, my heartbeat quickened faster until I found myself unconsciously crossing one leg over the other in sudden need.

He was lean and toned, his muscles standing out subtly beneath the crisp fabric of his white button-up shirt. Although it did nothing to conceal his shape, the garment lent him a certain refinement that was offset by the sleek black slacks he'd chosen to wear. Completing this modern silhouette was a bag slung around his neck.

He was tall and well-groomed with a chiseled jawline that seemed to be carved from granite, his thick, dark hair was a wild tangle of curls, obscuring his vision and causing him to pause in frustration. He slowly raised a hand with pale blue veins running through it and swept aside the stubborn locks, revealing his gentle brown eyes that had been hidden by the mass of hair. As our gaze connected for an instant, I saw his cheeks flush crimson like flames dancing on kindling wood.

I knew who he was, how could I not?

Jeon Jungkook was one of the many tutors on campus, and his specialty lay in poetry and fiction. He read voraciously, soon turning to painting and ceramics as well. Wherever he went, he had a book tucked into his arm or peeping out of some bag on his back like an extra limb; when girls stopped him to ask for help with their own work, instead of putting down the novel or essay in his hand as most would have done - uncomfortable from being caught reading – Jungkook held onto it tightly as if afraid it might vanish if not clung to with enough force.

But that’s not what caught my interest, no.

He was the son of the Headmaster, he was off limits. He couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried.

Luckily for me, I was in need of a tutor and I wasn’t going to settle for just any tutor.

Thankfully we were allowed to have a tutor of any sex as long as there was a person of authority to watch over. Considering my target was the headmaster’s son, there was no need for a third person, he was trustworthy in the board’s eyes. A sinless being.

I just had to figure out how to approach him without scaring him off.

I followed Jungkook into the quiet study room, my mind spinning with plans. He continued on towards a back room, producing a small silver key from his pocket to unlock it before walking in alone. My footsteps were nearly silent against the aged hardwood floors as I made my way closer to where he had gone until an unexpected slam caught me off guard and sent my heart racing.

I took the opportunity to poke my head in, cautious but curious. My eyes landed on Jungkook, in his school uniform with his sleeves rolled up and revealing veiny arms. His hands raked through his locks frenetically as he leaned his elbows on his knees in front of a canvas screwed up tight with colors ranging from yellow to red, seemingly an old painting with how dry the paint was; it looked like a battle between light and dark was taking place much like the inner battle he was having. I felt mesmerized by the sight; it seemed even more beautiful because of Jungkook's fury evident upon his face while he crafted what appeared to be yet another masterpiece.

The room was of decent size, with a carpeted floor tucked under layers of dust sheets that served to protect it from any stains Jungkook might throw its way. A large black-framed window at the front travelled up towards the ceiling, creating a pitched skylight as if it were a centerpiece overlooking the back of the school. Along one wall ran an expansive shelf system - books and pottery pieces spilled out in this makeshift archive - while opposite leaned three easels for paintings and sketches he had been working on.

The room was alive with the glow of possibility. Canvases were propped against the walls haphazardly, their unfinished stories waiting to be completed. Paintbrushes and pencils spilled out of cups on an old desk tucked away in a corner, forming their own miniature rainbow beneath the soft light shining from a paper lamp nearby. All that remained now was for someone to take up those tools and paint something beautiful into existence.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, hands buried in his hair. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one hand while raising the other to sweep away fallen strands of brown hair from across his forehead. His eyes were a deep brown as he looked off into the distance, taking a moment to think, breathe.

He stood in front of the canvas and surveyed the palette, eyes narrowed and deep in thought. At last he reached forward with sure hands, taking a brush from its holder before selecting two tubes of paint. As I watched on as if transfixed by a spell, he put them together on his brush then blended them together into an orange-hued swirl which seemed alive to me - undulating between reds and yellows but never settling completely either hue. With slow purposeful strokes amplified by deliberation that seemed almost religious in devotion to creation, he slowly placed each drop onto the canvas where it lay shimmering like a living thing.

Until the stupid door creaked and his eyes met mine.

I didn’t let this falter me though and instead entered the room to admire my surroundings and him further, leaving my bag near the door.

"Y-Y...n," His deep voice caught me off guard, rumbling through my body with a feeling of admiration. How had he known my name? I suppose being the Principal's son had its benefits, although it was neither told nor asked for. Nonetheless, his choice of words and delivery sent a shiver down my spine - that made me want to hear him say it over and over again.

He sounded small, shy… nervous.

”I-Is there something I can help you with?” He set his paintbrush down and rose to meet me as I crossed the room towards his desk in the far corner of his makeshift studio.

I ran my fingers along the criss-crossed grains of weathered wood, tracing flowery patterns left by long forgotten layers of paint. My eyes drifted up slowly until they connected with his soft, comforting yet shy gaze through an almost tangible bond that seemed to echo throughout the room.

“Yes actually, you’re going to tutor me” I said without hesitation.

“I need help getting out of this shit hole” I now stood in front of him as I heard him suck in a breath.

“M-My help?” I nod my head in reply, “I’m failing my lectures and according to someone, you seem to be passing all of them. If I don’t pass by the end of the year, your father and mine are going to keep me here for another year and in no way is that happening.

Lightly I traced my fingers up his chest, exploring the contours of his form with delicate precision. As I reached the base of his neck, my fingertips met with a loose tie that had managed to escape its own confines and was now splayed across one side of our bodies.

Pausing for a moment as if in thought, I carefully straightened it before smoothing out any creases from within his shirt that had been left in strife by this foreign presence. As my hands brushed against his torso gently guiding itself along each thread as though reading braille, all the while I continued my explanation.

“And who better to teach me the ways of a long and sinless life than the headmaster's son” I finish, tilting my head to the side.

“I-I’m not sure-”

“Would there be no way of convincing you otherwise?” He switched his eyes back and forth between mine, his pink blush turning am even deeper red, if that was possible.

“I c-can’t tutor girls” His eyes flickered away from my gaze, and he shuffled a bit on the spot while he glanced up at me with sheepish eyes that betrayed both shyness mix of nervousness.

“And why’s that Jungkook? Do you get nervous?” I said with a twinkle in my eye and a teasing smile on my lips.

“G-god wouldn’t-” Before he could finish his sentence, I stepped forward and interjected with a graceful firmness. Stark stillness descended upon us and seemed to stretch on for an eternity as my hands slowly moved from their place on his tie until they rested firmly atop his chest. His gaze followed mine as we both watched the slow journey of him being guided gently backwards towards where he sat earlier.

“Let me guess, God wouldn’t approve hm? Is that what you were going to say?” Pushing him down to sit on the chair, I now stood over him which didn't last long as I soread my legs to straddle him, taking the time to get comfortable.

Jungkook, face now red with a surprised expression as if he had died and gone to heaven, placed his hands out as if he were caught red handed making sure to keep the remnants of wet paint away from us both - how thoughtful.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I continued, “How anout this, one lesson. I need to show my teachers and your father that i’m trying in my studies so i’m not a waste of their time and I currently need to pass at least one class. Considering you already have an easel and paint out, we can start here. If I get a B+ or higher we’ll continue our tutoring sessions but if I don’t we can stop. Sound fair?”

Still frozen in shock, all Jungkook could manage was a slight gulp as he repeatedly blinked in astonishment. Taking that as a yes, I turned around to face the easel, all prepped amd ready to use.

“So, where do we begin?”

I had always thought that watching someone go through the tedious task of setting up an easel and arranging paint palettes wouldn’t be that appealing. But then Jungkook came into the picture with his broad-shoulders and angular jaw, ready to begin his work, and my heart raced faster than any art class could.

His sensual movements displayed a kind of grace that made me painfully aware of how sex-deprived I was in comparison to him – here he was bringing beauty out of thin air, while all I wanted to do was to drag him to the floor and have my way with him.

His veiny hands, covered in now dry paint, as he set up an array of paint ready to use.

“What’s first?” I rose from his lap to rid myself of my clothing. With a single motion I removed my shirt and flung it on the pile of our discarded clothing.

The cool air rushed across my exposed skin as I removed my skirt. It joined its pile of clothing with a satisfactory thud. He paused, gazing on this new landscape as if memorizing every detail before reverting to his own state of semi-undress.

I had always thought that watching someone go through the tedious task of setting up an easel and arranging paint palettes wouldn’t be that appealing. But then Jungkook came into the picture with his broad-shoulders and angular jaw, ready to begin his work, and my heart raced faster than any art class could.

His sensual movements displayed a kind of grace that made me painfully aware of how sex-deprived I was in comparison to him – here he was bringing beauty out of thin air, while all I wanted to do was to drag him to the floor and have my way with him.

His veiny hands, covered in now dry paint, as he set up an array of paint ready to use.

“What’s first?” I rose from his lap to rid myself of my clothing. With a single motion I removed my shirt and flung it across the room, creating a pile of discarded clothing.

The cool air rushed across my exposed skin as I removed my skirt. It joined the pile with a satisfactory thud. He paused, gazing on this new landscape as if memorizing every detail before reverting to his own state of semi-undress.

“What's with that look? I don’t want my uniform to get dirty now do I?” I once again made myself comfortable on his lap between his spread legs as he clears his throat in shock.

I decided to paint a butterfly, something of purity. Jungkook tells me to start mixing the colours I need which he had set in front of me a few minutes before.

I began started with the outline, starting from the head and leading my way to the wings. Ten minutes passed by before I began seeing everything wrong with my so-called painting.

“I don’t think I’m doing this right” I could feel his stiff posture behind me, hesitating untik I felt his bare chest - shirt now unbuttoned to avoid any staining, displaying the silver cross necklace around his neck, slightly brushing against my back. “Can I - um - help… you?”

I nod and he lightly places his hands on top of my own just enough to guide me. He leads my hands across the canvas, leaving a hue of blues in it’s path.

Once the basics are done, Jungkook decides we were done for the day. Facing him, I push myself further onto his lap, “I-I’ll let you know when we can continue… this”

Jungkook trailed off when I pressed my hand against his chest, the still wet paint paint covering my hand left a print on his chest, marking him.

"Y’know, you’re really skilled with your hands” I trailed my eyes from the open shirt, exposing his lean chest up towards his eyes where they switched nervously between my own as I sloely lean in.

“Makes me want to put them to better use” I lift myself up slightly, causing his paint-coated hands fall to my ass.

Just as our lips were about to meet he backed up, “I-I’ve never… kissed anyone… before” if my heart was to fail me, it would be in this moment.

“B-But I want to kiss you Y/n, I want you to be my first kiss - I just don’t know… how” He professed, allowing a tint to coat his cheeks.

His eyes continued to switched between my own before taking their chance to catch sight of my lips.

I used my finger to lift his chin, leaning in closer to his lips to the point where I could feel the softness of them against my own and just about make out the lone mole beneath his bottom lip.

“Then kiss me Jungkook” I watched the nervousness take over his features. Doubt began to circle his eyes. “I’m not stopping you”

“I d-don’t know… I wouodn’t want to ruin it… can you - please” when he begins to fumble on his words I lean in, keeping my eyes on his perfect lips awaiting my kiss.

I run my finger over his bottom lip, Jungkook’s brown doe eyes turning a shade darker and the shin of the moonlight creeping in through the window was not hiding the look of want and need in our eyes.

“Can I do what Jungkook?” I pushed him further, enjoying the way he writhed underneath me.

“I want you to teach me how to kiss you properly, please Y/n” I couldn’t hold back any longer, not when any sight of purity in his eyes had disappeared, now replaced with want, need, sin.

I bring our lips together, I could already imagine the expression he held - eyebrows raised to the heavens, eyes blown wide and frozen in shock. What I didn’t expect was for Jungkook to suddenly give my ass a soft squeeze resulting in a hum to pass through from my lips to his.

My hands make their way across his back until I reach the back of his neck, leading to his hair and tugging his head back a little.

I took that moment to assess my work. Lips turned a nice, swollen red, eyes dazed and his mouth letting iut the softest of pants. Jungkook moves forward to reconnect our lips but frowns when I move back.

“Someone’s impatient hm?” I reached my arms back to loosen my bra, just enough to allow him a small glimpse of my nipple.

While doing so, I brought his dazed yet still shy smile to my lips, kissing both corners before continuing our kiss, taking the note of the soft moan extending from his throat.

My hands now explored his chest and iver his arms while my hips roll in a way that makes him pause the kiss to inhale sharply.

The cool wind blows upon us from the window, causing goosebumps to rise and my nipples to harden. This time I’m the one who’s caught off guard when I feel warm lips pressed to my chest, focusing themselves between the valley of my breats.

“You’ve gained confidence” I try to laugh a little to keep him at ease but it’s short lived when when he nips at my skin before adjusting his seating causing his bulge to to push against my aching clit.

Jungkook looks at my chest, and the trail of saliva and the fingerprints he’s leaving over my body as if he was taking a oicgure with his eyes.

Then he gets this look in his eyes as if he just had the grandest of ideas waiting to be revealed. His eyes flicked up to me, and it’s killing me how ready my body was for him.

“I-I have an art commission to submit in a week… for the university I want to attend and I need to submit something I find beautifully interesting and I - um - …I couldn’t think of anything until now… I’ve been putting it off until earlier …where I just slapped a few colours on a canvas…” he look down at our laps as if ready for my rejection.

“Are you saying you want to use my body to get you into college?” Jungkook furiously blushes at my blunt response.

“I won’t show your face and I’ll cover anything inappropriate. I’ll only photograph your body, nothing else I promise”

“I undersif you say no, it’s not something you hear someone ask you everyday, and I -”

“I’ll do it” I press my finger against his lips keeping my own to my finger, “but, I expect payment in return”

I could almost see his mind racing, trying out what I meant by - “payment?” I give him a wink as my own response but then he shifts again, his bulge still very much apparent.

“When do we start? I’m just a little too exited to have your hands all over me” if only he could understand the true meaning of my words.

Jungkook fumbles over his words a little bit before giving out a clear response.

“Would…would it be okay to start now… if that’s okay with you of course”

Slipping off Jungkook’s lap, I take the time to admire his ‘studio’ of sorts as he gathers the supplies needed for his submission. Paintings, what looked to be his, adorned the wall, books on other artists filled his shelves and an array of pottery pieces decorated the cabinets.

I turn to find him watching, smiling. “Don’t mind me, continue” I take an apple from a ceramic bowl I’m sure he made himself and take a bite, his eyes following every movement.

He gulped as he watched a trail of juice slowly glide it’s way down my chin, dropping to my chest.

“I-I’m ready… if you are” he finishes with a whisper without tearing his eyes away.

“Where do you want me?” This seed to snap him out of his daze, clearly having something else on his mind.

“Sorry?”

“Where do you want me positioned?” I clarified, setting down the apple. “O’oh - uhm - would over there be okay?”

Pointing to the only empty space in the room, he began setting up his camera with a clean dust sheet and a white wall as my backdrop. I made my way over, settling down on my knees with my hands placed in front - ready to be positioned any way he wanted.

Lifting up his camera and pointing it towards me, Jungkook visibly froze, taking me in. His eyes scanning over every inch of my body making me feel naked - maybe it would be better if I was.

Concluding this would be a better idea, I raised my right hand towards the strap of my bra and slowly pull it over my shoulder, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"W-What are you doing?" I could practically see his heart ready to burst out of his chest like a comedy skit.

"I'm making it easier for you, wouldn't want the straps of my bra to be in shot now would we?" Jungkook made no move to capture any shots, just continuing to stare at my bra that was barely hanging on.

"Don't mind me, continue" I repeated the same words from earlier, "wouldn't want my photographer to get distracted" his eyes running over my cleavage as the blush begins to rise along his face.

Jungkook was still standing a fair distance away as I continued to tease him "Why are you so far away? surely you can't get any detailed shots from over there"

Stalking forward, he raised the camera level to his face as I heard the continuous shutter urging me on to proceed with my 'modelling'. My hands drifted from the tops of my thighs, across my stomach and leading towards my breasts, pushing them together as I stared straight into the lens of the camera, no doubt making contact with his own.

Continuing my many poses I leaned forward until I supported my weight on my hands and knees, my favourite position. Undoubtedly jungkooks too it looked like, with his tongue poking from between his lips and eyes trying not to linger for too long as to make me uncomfortable.

Crawling towards him as if he were my prey - no sudden movements as to startle him, I slipped my fingers between the loops of his school trousers, drawing him closer.

My hand wandered up towards the hand that helped support his camera, grasping his fingertip and letting it glide across the soft skin of my cheek, towards my lips where I placed a gentle kiss to the tip before letting them run down my neck, slower and slower down my chest, stopping at the valley between my breasts.

I guide his hand to push off the other strap of my bra before letting his hand grasp my breast. His mouth falling ajar, I close my eyes for a second, liking how his hand brings more warmth to my body.

"I bet she wonders what it would feel like if you touched her or how it would feel to please you herself, I bet she was thinking about it the entire time" I refer back to Adi from earlier.

Jungkook's eyes dart back to mine again, "but she'll never know, will she?" he shakes his head.

"And why's that?" I inclined

"B-Because I only want you to please me, Y/n" My eyes almost roll to the back of my head, his voice comes out deeper, sinned with lust.

I leaned up as far as I could on my knees to grasp Jungkook by the collar, his silver cross dangling in my face as if daring me to tarnish everything he'd ever known. Leading him by the collar and causing him to lean forward, I moved towards his ear, allowing his eyes to take in the rounds of my tits, "I know, I just wanted to hear you say it"

"Y/n... I want-" he cuts himself off as if the sinful words had burnt him, forbidding him from letting his desires take control.

"You want what Kookie? You have to say it" I slowly let my gaze wander down to the hard-on in his slacks, he had to be uncomfortable from the restrictions of his pants.

"Do you want me to touch you Kookie? Is that what you want? I need you to use your words or I won't know what it is you want" He visibly gulps, biting his lower lip as my hand only slowly creeps its way down from the collar of his shirt towards his aching dick before moving away back to his thigh.

"Y/n... please... can you touch me?" I almost moan just by the desperation in his voice, I begin to unbuckle his belt, running my hand over his bulge before taking him out of his slacks

Now standing straighter, Jungkook stood towering over me, the camera held in his hand lay limp by his side.

I sucked in a harsh breath, he was big. So fucking big and perfect.

I never believed in the saying that it was always the quiet ones but fuck was I a believer now. "I-Is this alright?" I just about managed to tear my eyes away and turning my gaze to him, almost like he wanted to hide himself away because I had been staring for far too long.

The sight of his pre-cum waiting at the tip of dick, teasing me.

"It's perfect, so damn perfect" Jungkook visibly relaxed a little but that didn't stop him from blushing harder.

"Why don't you start recording hm? that way you can capture more shots without having to focus, consider this as your payment" I instruct as I use my index finger to run up the base of his dick, Jungkook letting his mouth fall open with a nod.

Slowly and with a small shake of his hand, he lifted the camera in time to capture me squeeze the head of his dick, making him release a moan that could make anyone wet or pass out.

Using one hand I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor while the other kept a hold on his dick. I pushed out my chest, causing his entire face to go red.

"Do you fantasise about them? How soft they would feel in your hand, massaging them? Or having them wrapped around your cock while I look at you with such innocent eyes until you cum?" stroking him with an occasional twist of my hand.

"Or how good they'd look in your mouth?" I wanted... no, needed to touch myself but this was about him, my little kookie.

"Oh my..." I watched his chest heave up and down, my nipples pushed out even more.

"I bet you would love to feel my lips around you, sucking and letting my tongue tease over your tip. The feeling of wanting to cum over my tits or deep down my throat, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you" He quickly nods his head and I don't think he's realised he's admitted to it.

"You're so hard Jungkook, you're being so good for me right now" his hips bucked up, his muscles bulging under the sleeves of his shirt allowing me to make a mental note that he liked to be praised.

"Y/n... I'm - I - I... oh please keep going" His words became a complete mess as he grew closer, he throbbed in my hand. I wasn't planning on stopping.

"Cum for me Kookie, let me make you feel good" I sped up the pace of my hand, making sure to run my thumb over the tip before using his pre-cum as lubricant to squeeze the base of him.

Jungkook went to bite down on his lip but I tapped his thigh making him stop his actions. "I want to hear you, cum in my hand" he never looked away, even when I thought he would, he didn't.

With each twist of my hand, I knew only one thing would set him off completely.

Almost as if he knew something was coming, my eyes shined with a devious glint.

I places a short kiss to the tip of him setting him off, making him squeeze his hands into fists causing his veins to pop. I placed another one on the base of his dick, the second kiss making him lean his head back and his shoulders sag as his thighs tense on either side of me.

I was pressing my thighs together almost painfully to where my knees dug into the wooden floor watching him unravel in my hand.

His brown hair was now wet due to sweat, sticking to his forehead and glasses slipping from their original position. Sweat droplets running down his panting chest I so desperately wanted to lick.

When he calmed down, he said nothing. I got up from the floor and grabbed the camera he had still been holding and placed it on a side table, continuing the recording.

We weren't finished yet, far from it.

I made my way back to Jungkook and took a hold of his hands, leading him to step out of his now fallen pants and over to where I was originally posed but this time, I had him on his knees.

My pretty boy.

Placing my hands on his head, combing through his damp strands with his head tilted back and eyes blissfully closed, I let them wander down to his neck and over his shoulders. Sinking to my knees to gain more access with my hands I continued my wandering across his chest, feeling it constantly begin to lift and fall.

I continued my travels down over his abs that I dream of kissing my way down to scratch with my nails as I ride him until we both cum.

I lick my lips and admire the sight in front of me, my little Kookie in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt. I rub over his dick, giving him an occasional squeeze as I kiss the spot below his ear.

"Did you like it when I did this?" I squeeze him one more time and he responds by releasing a small whimper, urging me to continue my assault.

Releasing the grip I had, I placed my hands on his chest once again, gently pushing him to lay on his back, letting me straddle him as he finally cracks open his eyes to stare at me with those big doe eyes of his.

He watched me carefully and let his body relax when I brushed his tip with my thumb. My hand hardly fit around him going down the base.

can already tell by the way he's looking at me more than anything else that he's nervous.

"Shouldn't I... uhm. I read that I could make you feel good if I..." He dropped his eyes between my thighs and fully blushed.

I covered his lips with my own, my bare chest meeting his. When I pull away he's blushing even more, his eyes can't seem to figure where to focus.

"Just let me take care of you, okay?" He responds with a shy nod, I bite my lip at all the ideas I had planned for the future.

It may not be my first time but it is his and the last thing I want is to overwhelm him knowing that he's trusting me to be his first time.

So I start slow, leaving painfully sow kisses from his sharp jaw, making a trail down to his neck. The spot where his pulse lies is beating against my lips, telling me he's not only nervous but that he wants it as much as I do.

I push myself lower, kissing down his chest until I get to his unbelievably and perfectly cut abs which rise at the rhythm of his chest.

He licks his lips and it makes me want to kiss them and bite on them like I know he loves and turn them red until we're breathing like maniacs.

I graze my fingertips up the sides of his shaft, Jungkook's body tensing and calming down as my lips come in contact with him, I kiss from the tip all the way down as if I was making sure he never forgets the print of my lips on him.

My lips finally part around his cock, I arch my back so he can see the curve of my ass and the two dimples staring back at him.

My left hand works the middle section of cock while my tongue swirls around his head. I hollow out my cheeks, bringing out my cheekbones more, and to hear the "mmphs" coming from him as keeps a hand through his hair, tugging on it slightly.

I twist my hand up and down on him, liking how he unravels simply by my hand and mouth. I continue to pump him while flicking my tongue over his tip which makes him let out a deep breath.

My lips are probably glossed by now and my hair must be absolutely everywhere. His hand reaches out and pushes the hair that's fallen over my shoulder back to get a better view of my face.

"I-I like watching... you" It's hard for me to keep myself going, I could never have imagined Jungkook ever saying things like that.

When I remove him from my mouth, I can tell he was close but I didn't want him to cum just yet.

"We're not done yet" Jungkook continued to pant while I reached over into my bag I had left by the door and dug through to find a condom, followed by the loss of my underwear.

Jungkook sat up straighter, both of our eyes were glued to each other as I rolled the condom onto him, I slowly crawled myself to his side.

"If it becomes too much just tap my thigh twice and I'll stop" I remind him and I swing my other leg on the other side of his thigh.

I guide him between my clit, coating the condom with my wetness. Making sure I kept eye contact with him before pressing the head at my entrance and slowly sinking down. When I feel half of him inside me, we break eye contact and my mind turns off.

Fuck.

The room was silent other than the sound of both our moans being mixed together.

It felt like I was a virgin all over again, I had to let myself adjust to his size, I knew it wasn't going to be easy to fit him inside of me and fuck was he big.

Looking back at Jungkook, he had his head tilted back on the floor, his Adam's Apple bobbed and his neck covered in a sheet of sweat. I burned the image into my head.

If I could take a picture of this I would, but I guess the video would have to suffice I thought as I turned my head and stared straight at the camera, giving a little wink.

Turning my attention back to Jungkook, "Are you okay?" I managed to control myself for his well-being. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Y - You... t - this... I can't even think straight" He pants. "I still want this... with you" Everytime he opened his mouth I felt myself pulsing around him, causing whimpers to slip from his tongue.

I feel the vibrations of chest when I begin to move, he grunts with need, and my body jerks.

"Please keep g-going" He begged, his hands on my hips, and my hips began to move down on top of him, my chest was close to his face while his eyes were solely focused on me.

My hips rock themselves on their own accord, I focus on the way his body reacts, how his eyes try to flutter close but he won't let them.

"I like it when y - you do that" Jungkook leans his head back once more but I grab his jaw and direct his head back to me.

"Tell me what you like, tell me everything you like that I do that makes you feel good" I slowly rolled my hips in the same action and his mouth falls open and that damned groan that could make anyone incredibly horny just from hearing it caused me to do it again.

"T - That, when you go slow like that... I like that a lot" I repeat the action and this time I lift myself and drop on him causing soft whimpers to leave him before he can catch them.

"A - And when you... when you kiss me while you bounce like... Y/n don't stop" Our lips colliding and my lower half continues to connect down onto his.

He closes his eyes when I continue to lift and drop back down in repeated actions and pause to roll my hips down but I tap his cheek.

"Look at me Kookie, don't you think I look pretty when I ride you?" i bite my lip with a smile, knowing it's hard for him to get any clear form of a sentence out.

His eyes are half-lidded like he can't keep his eyes open. He pushes his hair out of his face and kept his eyes locked with mine.

"Mhm, I - I think you look... Y/n you're going to have to stop if you want me to answer you... I can't talk when you feel like this or when you move like that" This only caused me to speed up my pace, my hips rolling in a way which makes his nails pinch into my skin.

I feel myself clenching around him, I would be a fucking liar if I said I didn't feel so good right now.

Every time I feel his cock leave and enter me, my mind can't seem to think of anything else other than driving us both to finish.

I place my hands on his shoulders and this time it's my head being thrown back as I ride him faster and faster, I feel my body let go and enjoy the pleasure and it feels as if I had finally got my fix of a drug as If I was having withdrawals.

His hair was sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes were studying me. They were watching every facial expression I made when I felt him his deeper inside of me each time I dropped down onto him. They study how my body reacts when his hands meet my skin and how my nipples ache to feel his tongue.

He reads me like a book, leaning forward I feel the warmth of his tongue on one of my nipples and my other being rolled between his index and middle finger.

"Fuck how did you..." He manages to get me to say as I roll this time and feel my entire body heat and melt.

I remember how I also read that women gain pleasure from this kind of stimulation... and I like the sounds you make when I do it, do you like it?" Did he not hear me? Or did he just like being told how skilled his tongue was becoming by the minute?

He stares up at me while he continues to swirl his tongue around the bud and squeezes at my other boob, my pussy wraps around him like a vice making him release a string of moans around my nipple and it sends waves of pleasure through my body.

"Shit..." I grind my hips into him at a rhythm that makes him stop and drop his head between my breasts.

His hands instinctively fly to my waist, guiding me at the same pace my hips move. I lift his head by gently grabbing his hair.

"Let me see how good I feel, don't look away from me" I watch the pleasure write itself across his face, his eyes say it all and his moans only encourage me further, he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

My hips buck and he lifts his own to match mine which causes me to grip around him. I felt like cumming on the spot when I felt the warmth oh his tongue on my neck.

Jeon Jungkook was giving me hickies, from my neck to the top of my breasts while he whimpered against my skin as if he couldn't help it.

"Y - You just feel too good... so good" His eyes are slipping closed again but he doesn't let them, his nails dig into my hips and the sting feels so good, my own nails scratch down his chest and abs as I've been wanting to do from the start.

My hands slide up his body to hold onto his muscles and my hips buck faster into his.

Jungkook's breathing was ragged, all over the place, my body was set on eagerness, and I arched my back into into his body. Jungkook wrapped his arms around my waist tighter and brought me closer, I rose my head to face the ceiling, sounds left me almost pathetically.

"I - If you keep moving your hips like that, you're going to make me cum" His jaw tightened, I slid my hand through his brown hair and pulled his head back.

"That's what I want, I want you to cum for me Jungkook" His hips tense below me when his cock throbs inside me, and his face flushes deeply.

Not only was he close but so was I, all I could focus on in that moment was the that stupid cross necklace as if shaking its head at me in disappointment.

"Y/n..." I made sure to watch how he moaned my name and how he squeezed my hips tightly while his hips bucked as I kept going.

He twitched inside of me, no doubt filling the condom and mouth dropped open as I could feel every drop he let out. It caused my body to writhe against his, shuddering while I moaned his name as if it was the only word in my vocabulary.

I dropped my head against him, our bodies felt stuck together, combining into one like they didn't want to be apart from the other.

It took us two minutes to calm down, my chest was heaving against his and my throat felt sore from all the moaning as well as the nice sting from the marks he left on my neck and hips.

Lifting my head to look at his face I wiped the corners of his eyes with my thumbs, ridding the post-sex tears that threatened to fall.

Once he eventually opened his eyes, I took the liberty of checking over him, making sure he was okay.

Once I concluded he was, my attention was brought back to the chain around his neck.

a symbol of innocence, faith, purity.

Combing back his damp hair, I leaned towards his ear, "Think of me when you try and pray your sins away tonight"

Let’s hope his father never comes across this video.

thank you @mikrokosmosjk for waiting so patiently >.&lt;

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