Baby Do You Have A Read More Link On Your Writings??

Baby do you have a read more link on your writings??

Please don’t think im rude, just purely think it makes reading for others easier and adds more suspense😁

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DDLG - jjk

he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive.

» genre: smut! ddlg ... clearly.

» word count: 2k

DDLG - jjk

i wasn't entirely sure what i was to jungkook. if we were just friends, maybe more, or just someone who matches his sexual desires perfectly enough to keep around.

i never dared to ask. i was afraid of the answer. regardless of a label, i knew what was expected of me. i'm his baby. he's my daddy. he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive. the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he walks, or hums when he's focused on a task, the mischievous grin and dark hooded eyes when he's making his intentions clear to me with a mere look.

there was nothing about him that was lacking. to say he had me wrapped around his finger was simply an understatement.

so here i lay, in his bed, between his satin sheets as i play with them, enjoying the way they feel against my bare skin.

he'd put in a request half an hour ago. giving me specific instructions of how he wanted this to go, the text read, "inside of my closet is a present for you, since you've been a good girl :) put it on, i want you on my bed and waiting. you know your rules, ill be there soon princess <3"

his intoxicating image has made a home in my mind, playing tricks on me. you know your rules, he said. he knew how excited i would be, and how impatient i am. i'm sure the prize for waiting and doing as he says is much better than giving into my desires now, but my agitated body disagrees with my rationality.

it began as a slight rut against the bed. the sheets folded just right underneath me, and i liked it. so i kept going. pushing my hips against the bed desperately. the more i do it the more needy i become, and the faster and harder i'm compelled to grind myself against the soft sheets. i let out quiet moans and whines. my eyes tightly shut as i yearn to feel something more. i imagine myself sat atop his lap. situated on his strong thighs as he guides my hips just the way he wants them.

i unconsciously moan his name, the only name i know. the only comprehensible thought i can make up. i know grinding against hardly anything won't get me what i want, a sweet release, so i decide to lean back against the pillows, spreading my legs slowly as i run a finger against the lingerie, his present to me for being a good girl, he said. but what i was doing was anything but good. that was rule number two, only under the name rule, and i had never broken it before.

the guilt overtakes my thoughts for a moment, causing my hand to drop against the bed. so worked up and impatient, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"you finished?" i hear his honey voice speak, finally walking fully into the room. my eyes widen and i sit up straight on the bed.

“i-i did as you asked daddy."

he stares at me, looking me up and down as he bites his lip, absolutely adoring the sight. "i knew you'd look delectable in that color. i almost cant keep myself from touching you." he speaks slowly, sensually, leaning down to me and pressing his lips against my ear, "but i'll have to, because you've earned yourself a punishment." i open my mouth to plead my case but he's quick to wrap his strong hand around my neck, squeezing at the sides. "not a word. you know what you did. i'm awfully disappointed. i had the whole night planned out, but you ruined it."

“sorry." i speak weakly, hardly audible. i almost think he doesn't hear me until he smiles.

"you will be." he backs away from me, moving to the other side of the room to rummage around in his closet.

"you've been so good to me baby. did you think you'd get away with it? did you think i would be too stupid to notice you dripping before i even got here?" he chuckles, "how dare you take me for an idiot."

my eyes begin to water at his insulting words, "i-i don't think that at all, i was thinking of you, i-i want you daddy please." i cry out, my heart racing from fear.

“i'm sure you were. if you wanted to be a pathetic slut then you should've just said so. but now, ill have to treat you like one, so you won't do it again, got it?"

he looks me in the eyes, a hint of worry evident in his eyes. he's never been rough with me. unsure of how i'd respond to it, scared of pushing it too far. but all i want is to please him, so i nod. agreeing to take whatever punishment he sees fit. he brushes my hair behind my ear, kissing my neck as he joins me on the bed, "your crying won't change my mind. lay down. ass up."

i gulp nervously, complying with his instructions, the curiosity eating away at my mind. i hadn't paid any attention to the objects he grabbed. he placed something cold and flat against my ass, smoothing it around the area, "say your color if it becomes too much."

"i-i can do it daddy." i reassure him. knowing his last statement about my crying was a lie, he was genuinely worried for me. but he was just as curious as i was, he wanted to see how far he could push me. and i was willing to go as far as i could for him. just as quickly as the object of lifted off of my behind, it's smacked back down, the sound bouncing around the room with my cries following quickly after. he places the cold paddle against the place he'd hit, circling it around the heated area. "that's one, count for me baby." he lifts it again, slamming it back down against my body with an equal amount of force. i can see him enjoying this almost too much.

i would have never pegged him for a sadist, but the way he watches the paddle as it smacks against my ass, making it jiggle and turn tart-red repeatedly, has me rethinking the way i'd drawn him up in my head.

"t-two." i choke out. he does it again, and again, and again. for the sixth one he switches from my left cheek to my right, finishing out the ten spanks on that side. "ten." i gasp, out of breathe and exhausted already. i feel his hands on my butt, massaging the agitated area as he showers me with compliments. "turn around baby, let me see your pretty face."

i sniffle and wipe the tears on my cheeks as i sit up to face him. he asks, "how do you feel?"

i nod my head, "good." he smiles, tugging me into his arms and placing gentle kisses on my head, "you did so well my baby, i had more for you but i don't think i can bear to see you cry anymore."

my eyes flash to his for a moment, "im sorry, i'm just sensitive. i liked it, really." i tell him. not sure if i'm honest, but if he asked to do it again, i know i couldn't tell him no.

"lay down. relax, the hard part is over." he tells me. i nod, crawling towards the head of the bed as i lay against the pillows. he's quick to meet me, pulling me in for an intoxicating kiss. he starts off slow, showing how much he cares through his actions but he gets carried away, growing more aggressive. shoving his tongue in my mouth and biting my lips.

i feel his hand dancing around my hips, slipping off my panties before sliding my bra off my shoulders, leaving myself completely bare for him to use however he pleases.

"you're gorgeous. i can't tell if i want to preserve your perfect skin or mark it until you're covered in nothing but me." he growls into my ear, making me whimper at the thought.

he smiles, dipping a hand between my legs to feel how hot and wet i was. he curses, "fuck, you really did like to be spanked didn't you?"

i don't answer, too distracted by his hand so close to where i need him the most. he's got me so worked up, so desperate for him to do anything at all. he knows it too, grabbing his final toy of choice and putting it against my heat. i jump at the feeling of a foreign object replacing what was the warmth of his hand.

he shushes me, peppering kisses on my bare shoulder, "im gonna make you feel good baby, this is your reward."

i allow myself to relax further into the bed, feeling him turn the object on. it's light humming filling the room, he begins to move it up and down my slit, wetting it and watching me squirm from an unknown pleasure.

he turns it up a notch and i let out a moan. he places his other hand on my lower stomach, massaging it and adding pressure. he decides to push it even further, slipping the vibrator inside of me slowly. i grab onto his arm, the need to have something inside of me only somewhat satisfied by the object. i know i'm close as my stomach feels tighter and i grow more and more sensitive, "d-daddy, please.”i whimper.

he looks at me with curiosity, "please what baby?"

i hum, trying my hardest not to come undone right here, "i-i'm so close."

he chuckles, "then come, i never said you couldn't."

i shake my head, "wanna come on y-you." he doesn't react immediately, too focused on the way i look while he controls my pleasure.

he then removes the toy, all of his clothes following after, "how can i say no to that?" i smile and he crawls over me, his finger under my chin to make me look him in the eyes as he enters me, "god you're so much tighter." he says, hardly keeping himself together.

he begins to thrust slowly but i whine, "h-harder please."

he looks taken aback at first, then he grins mischievously, "have i turned you into a slut baby?" he begins pounding into me, lifting my hips up to get a deeper angle inside of me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust causing me to scream out and grab at his bare back, moaning his name in his ear as a token of my approval.

he chuckles darkly in my ear, "you're gonna cum so fast aren't you? go on. cum all over my cock baby, you've earned it."

my orgasm comes crashing hard, my walls tightening repeatedly on him as he hisses, struggling to keep up as he feels himself a lot closer than before. "fuck baby, you're shaking, do i make you feel that good?"

"yes," i answer breathlessly as he fucks me into overstimulation. after a few minutes of him pounding into me i feel him twitch, with little warning he spills out inside of me, continuing to use me to ride out his orgasm.

he pulls out and immediately crashes onto the bed beside me. i lay still, my body feeling numb as it comes down from a mind blowing orgasm. he laughs, "fuck that was good." i smile at his enthusiasm and he continues. "so round two?"

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thank you so much for reading! i've been sitting on an angst fic that created a hole in my heart after writing it so thag should be up soon ... as always hope u have a beautiful day!

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Unstoppable force (the hopeless romantic in me) vs immovable object (my raging cynicism)

Test Dummy - jjk

college gives you the perfect fresh start, far, far away from your brother and any of his cock-blocking friends. or so, you thought.

» genre: fluff! best friends brother 👀 college au, little steamy and mentions of s3x.

» word count: 4.1k

Test Dummy - jjk

We’ve all heard about “forbidden love”. We’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, watched all of the predictable tv shows. I mean, what did you think was going to happen, they weren’t going to get together?

And yet, we continue to eat it up, every time, without fail.

“What is your beef with romance? Would you rather it be easy and straight to the point or do you think writers should end every romance in tragedy?” Mina scoffs and laughs at the foot of the bed as she proof-reads my essay. “I just don’t understand your point, y/n.”

I snatch the laptop away from her, “If you’re going to start making comments before you even finish reading it, I’m not going to let you read it at all!”

She laughs and rolls onto her back on my bed, “Fine, whatever, you probably don’t need anyone else to read it anyway, I’m sure it’s great.”

I nod, “You’re right, I don’t, you asked, remember?”

She grins, “Did I?”

I roll my eyes, “Shoo, leave my house.” Her boyfriend had texted her fifteen minutes ago saying he was on his way from her parents house, “why didn’t you invite your new boyfriend again?” I ask, referring to the cellphone in her hand as she slings her coat on and grabs her purse.

Her brows raise and she thinks about her words before speaking, something I most definitely never do, and she reminds me all the time. “Honestly? I knew your brother and his heathens would be back too, and the last thing I want him around is more testosterone.”

She laughs, having previously mentioned this one is the jealous type (which is apparently, something she’s into) and she was correct in assuming my house would look the same it did in high school, Seokjin and his friends all running around the house, being loud, eating all the food, and bothering any other life-forms in the house.

“Yeah you’re right, this place is still a sausage fest. However, I think today only four of seven losers are here. Not sure though, they’ve been quiet the last hour.”

She nods, “Must be eating.”

I shake my head as well, “Food! Oh god I’m totally gonna go crash their party, I’ll walk you out.”

I bid Mina goodbye and sigh in relief as I close the door. Not that I didn’t enjoy Mina’s presence, we’ve been friends for years and despite going to different schools after graduating, we’ve still kept in touch, but entertaining people for that long, is always taxing on my social battery.

Just as Mina and I make a habit out of reuniting during school breaks and holidays, as does Seokjin and his annoying group of friends.

I stroll around the downstairs area of my family home, parents gone somewhere I’m sure they mentioned but I’m sure I ignored, and no boys to be found. “Must be in his room or something.” I mumble to myself, opening the fridge and bending down to grab a soda.

“Actually we’re in the basement dusting off the pool table, hand me one?” I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of another voice in the room, let alone directly behind me. He grins widely, “Hi, pretty.”

I smack his shoulder and shove a drink in his hand before walking past him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, and furthermore,” I lower my voice and turn to face him, now separated by the kitchen bar, “why the hell are you talking to me like that here? That is beyond off-limits!”

He’s still sporting a shit-eating grin, “You were actually being serious about not telling your family?” I widen my eyes and gesture around us, he scoffs, “Y/N, seriously?”

I sigh, “Jungkook, this is just,” I pause, “too weird to deal with right now.”

He circles the table coolly, still leaving a respectable distance between us, “I vividly remember you saying something different a few months ago, probably when we were in my bed, but oh! Maybe it was yours?” He laughs, as if what he was saying was actually funny, “Sorry, after so many times I just get confused.”

I scan the room again, my face dark red and my hair falling from behind my ears as I aggressively point my finger, “We already talked about this and you promised me Jungkook! Now drop it.”

He takes steps closer until his chest is brushing against my finger and I drop my hand in defiance, “I didn’t agree to be your sneaky-link, I want to be your boyfriend.”

“No.” I state simply, turning to leave the room.

Jungkook quickly grabs onto my arm, “Come on Y/N, just rip the bandaid off, and tell them you’re seeing someone! Better yet, he’s right god damn here to support you! Aren’t you exhausted from this constant tug and pull thing you’ve got going on?”

I pull away from him and very theatrically tell him, “NO.” He sighs dramatically and I scoff, “What on earth do I have to tell anyone? Not only are we not together, but you are also Seokjin’s best friend.”

He throws his head back in annoyance, “I don’t understand-”

“And I will be more than glad to talk you through it, after break.” I stop him right there, tired from repeating the same argument over, and over again.

Before leaving for university, the thought of ever being with one of my brothers delinquent friends sounded appalling. I had to listen to their male nonsense my entire life, being dragged around and made fun of and simultaneously, extremely cock-blocked. Not a single date-night, crush, date to dances, anything. If I wanted one, he’d be scrutinized and scared off. It was impossible, and incredibly annoying.

So imagine my delight, leaving for school knowing I had successfully avoided both my brother, and every single one of his associates.

That is until Jungkook transfers his second year, and didn’t tell anyone where-to until it was too late.

Which I figured, whatever. The likely chance we’ll ever cross paths is slim to none, no problem!

Except he latched onto me like an actual parasite. It had taken him long enough to find the overlap in our schedules, my study time coincided with his! Oh and his gym-time too! And he liked getting coffee around the same time as me as well! Oh and he doesn’t like the treadmills at the gym anymore, and would much rather run at the same time as me, on the same path, and at the same pace.

I questioned his motives from the start, and eventually gave up on pushing him away. I could have worse company, I suppose. And compared to the rest of his and Seokjin’s friend’s, I did know him the best, and disliked him the least.

We actually grew close in a short amount of time and I found myself enjoying his company, although I still struggle to admit it. I tried so hard to clear my life of my brother's shadow looming over me but Jungkook never mentioned it. He actually seemed to pick up on my avoidance, and what I was trying to do by going to a big school and one I knew no one else was attending. He was perfect in the sense that I never had to tell Jungkook what I was thinking, he just, knew. He also knew what to do, and just what I needed.

As one should have expected, you can’t just fling yourself into the dating world head-first and expect everything to work out how you imagined it would. I had no experience! No precursor, no context clues, no cues, and absolutely zero clue that the rules and expectations of college-dating was completely different to those you read about.

I was on the third failed date when Jungkook decided it was time to ask, even though I knew he was hesitant.

It was autumn, the leaves turning cool to warm-tones and trees shedding, I remembered the extra crunch during my morning run with Jungkook. He sat against my bed with a textbook in front of him and a notebook in his lap when he looks up at me on my bed, “How did your date go?”

I hum, looking at him questioningly, knowing damn-well I had never mentioned my dating life to Jungkook. “You know, you won’t shrivel up and die if you ask people for help.”

I begrudgingly chuckle at his comment, “I don’t need to ask for help. Men are just stupid and horny.”

He nods, “I don’t deny that, but, perhaps you’re fishing in the wrong pool.”

I sigh, “I’ve fished from different pools! I did the ‘helpful guy in my maths class’ and the ‘cute guy always in the library’ and even dating apps! And one would think if you just wanted to have sex, you would NOT put ‘looking for a relationship’ in your bio, but I suppose some people just aren’t that logically-inclined?”

He grins and leans his head back against my bed, “actual dating isn’t what half of the guys your age are looking for right now. Sorry to say it, but unless flings are what you’re looking for, first-year guys aren’t going to offer more.” He speaks easily, almost tentatively, as if he was breaking hard news to me. “At least, not this early in the year. But I get your enthusiasm, it’s not like you got out much in school.”

I raise my eyebrows to that, “That’s for damn sure.” We both chuckle, and I sigh annoyed, “It’s just upsetting, like everyone is at a completely different place in their lives than me, I mean, fuck I’ve never so much as made out with someone!” I laugh and he hesitantly laughs after me, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t register at the time, but I continued, because he was listening, and for once I felt comfortable enough to tell someone other than Mina, and I needed that. She wasn’t here anymore, and doing things on my own wasn’t working. “I just, feel so detached and angry.”

He nods, leaving a few moments of silence to ensure I was done before speaking, “I mean, if it bothers you that much and you think it’d help, I will certainly volunteer to be your test dummy.”

I smile before his words really sink in and I look down to him with brows furrowed, he’s grinning with a pained expression, “what do you mean by that Jungkook?”

His eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender, “I-I strictly mean it in a if-it-would-help sense, just, trying to offer solutions! Sorry, that was weird and wrong.”

He slouches back down and buries himself in his work, and it’s not spoken of again.

Two weeks later, and my morning runs with Jungkook have become a given, and as the leaves turn redder and begin to brown and fall off, I find his presence more and more comforting. I’m not sure exactly when the lines blurred. I wish I could say I was on something. I wasn’t sober, I was lonely, I was just being stupid. But none of it was true. Well, that last bit is partly true, I was stupid, for not seeing what was going on until it was right in front of me.

“Why not you?” I speak aloud, almost as if my thoughts had slipped past the gates in my brain and right out of my mouth.

It catches Jungkook off-guard, my out of context bambling. He was just stretching against a nearby tree after our run, and asked me what coffee shop I was in the mood for. “Why not me, what?”

I stare at him, mouth agape, and I’m sure it takes me much longer than it should have to conjure up a response. I ran through my options, lie, surely. It’s not supposed to go like this.

Or, just tell him. Jungkook had been a more than good friend to me up until then, why not? “Why not you?” I repeat. He doesn’t speak, leaving me to fill in more of the blanks. I catch my breath finally, “You, Jungkook.” I say, he nods, slowly, almost like he was worried or scared. “Why not go on a date, with you?”

He stares at me. Emotionless. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t so much as move the stray hair falling into his eyes from underneath his hoodie. I laugh, “Nevermind, that was stupid of me.”

He stills, before shaking out of it then shaking his head profusely, “No no no no, not stupid.” I raise my brows and he looks me in the eyes, “I mean, are you being serious?”

I nod slowly, “Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense, and you even brought it up, a while ago.”

He hums, “Yeah, I’m sure I did, but, when?”

He asks for a reminder, “When you told me you volunteered to be my ‘test dummy’ for relationships. So why not, show me what it’s like.”

Something told me his reaction was disingenuous, “Oh, yeah, sure.”

He smiled anyway, picking up his bag and water, “Well, in that case, let our first date be a coffee date, on me.” He animatedly looped his arm around mine and walked away from our running trail and towards the nearby shop.

Jungkook was, as expected, a perfect gentleman. And I thought, that was what he was supposed to be. We were doing this whole thing so I could get some experience under my belt with less hassle and pressure, it was perfect.

There was always something, though. A little voice screaming at me that something is wrong and needed to be addressed. But neither of us did. Not when he walked me to my ‘doorstep’ (the front of my building) on our third date and told me, “this is when any good man would likely try to kiss you.” He looked at me, I looked at him and nodded, “the third date?” He nodded, “Yep, of course, only if you’re showing signs you’re interested, and even better if he explicitly asks.”

I nod and smile up at him, both of our hands shoved into our pockets, the wind making the nighttime much chillier. He bites at his bottom lip and shifts his weight from his toes, to his heels, and back and forth, until I say, “so, are you going to ask?”

This stops him, “ask… what?”

I laugh, thinking how stupid of a question, “To kiss me?”

His eyes widen, and then he leans back, shaking his head with a grin, “No no, this isn’t-”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head, “No, nothing, you’re perfect.”

I ignore the way my cheeks flush despite the cold, “Okay then.” I lead on, he looks at his feet. He never tried to leave, he never told me goodnight, offered to kiss me on the cheek, he just did, nothing.

And I simply wasn’t having that.

I leaned up on my toes and pulled my warm hands from my pockets and placed them tentatively on his face, and I kissed him.

It was quick, I had kissed someone before, albeit years ago, and I was not confident at all in my skills. But I was confident in myself. I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn’t think it was right.

I bid him goodbye that night, and life went on just as it always did. From that line crossed, every line there on after became more and more blurred. When exactly “trial dating” became real dating, I’m unsure.

It gave me a perfect excuse as to why I was spending so much time with Jungkook, and why I was enjoying it, until I tried wine for the first time. We both had a decent amount, and I had sex for the first time.

That, still, is one of my largest regrets. I mostly wish we could go back, and do it differently. Or had at least weighed the outcomes of putting me, the guy I liked, and a bottle of wine and zero reference of a tolerance in a romantically-set up room.

From then on, Jungkook and I have argued over what we are, what to do, what we were doing, at all. I had made a bubble. A perfectly constructed, safe space. No one holding me back, judging me, or shadows looming. I was comfortable in my bubble.

That was until break came, and my bubble literally, popped.

I told Jungkook, (I’ll admit, rather coldly) that from the moment we were back in our hometown, none of this had ever happened. “If they ask, we kept up with each other on campus as friends, but that was it.”

He did not take well to this, but what was I supposed to do? Re-introduce one of my brother's closest friends as “my friend I go on dates with and kiss and sleep with every so often but he’s not really my boyfriend I don’t know we haven’t figured it out yet.” ???? Absolutely not. It is too complicated, too fast, too much for my brain to deal with all at once. It is bad enough returning home, and even worse knowing my problems were following me and harassing me in my own kitchen.

Jungkook sighs, having relented, “I don’t know what else to do, y/n.”

I pause for a moment, then shrug, “I’ve told you, i-it’s a hard situation. And any normal guy in your position would most definitely not be invited to my home during holiday, let alone bonding with my entire family and even join us for freaking christmas dinner if he wanted.”

His eyes look past me before nodding solemnly, “I get that, really, I-I’ve kept my distance! I’ve done what you asked, but you’re not even meeting me halfway.”

I put my hands out in front of him, “There is no half-way Jungkook.” I look to the basement door when I hear a voice and the steps creaking, “As of right now, there is nothing to talk about.”

He opens his mouth to complain and I loudly hush him, “Ah! Stop talking.”

He tries speaking again, no doubt further complaints about how unfair I’m being, and thankfully he notices Seokjin seconds before he slings his arm around him with a grin, “Wondered what was taking you so long to grab my coke.”

He laughs it off and Seokjin crosses the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, and I turn to leave before he calls out to me, “Yeah?”

“There’s still pizza down there, and we found the missing 4 striped ball.” He points at the basement door with the drink in his hand and chuckles, “Which if I remember correctly, you lost when you practically threw it at me.”

I roll my eyes, “I did not throw it at you, you hid it from me so I couldn’t win, I was beating you so bad you had to cheat.”

He chortles, “Yeah, that may be, but I’m nowhere near the best player anymore, you could easily win even if I cheated.”

I nod, “Yeah I’m sure-”

“Actually, Jungkook beat me twice and Taehyung forfeited, that's why we sent him up here, so we could have our own losers match.” He makes himself laugh even harder, walking back over to Jungkook, “We’re gonna go play mario kart in my old bedroom, you can join us or see if y/n is still the best at pool.” He speaks to Jungkook, but looks at me.

I shake my head, “It’s not that deep-”

“Of course! We have to.” Jungkook says quickly. I narrow my eyes towards him and he grins cockily, “unless you know you’ll already lose.”

I roll my eyes, “Comedic, you’ve always been a sore loser, I refuse for the sake of your ego.”

He scoffs, “Nope. Liar. You know you’re no good anymore and you’ll lose.”

I shake my head, “You’ll say anything to get me to play.”

He leans against the table, “Just one round. And I’ll even offer best of three, when you lose.” He grins cockily and I mock him.

“Whatever. ONE round, that’s it.”

Seokjin claps, “Perfect! Winner can run their victory lap around the house and boasting rights until next year, and loser pays our dinner later.” He pats our backs excitedly before jogging up to his room, Taehyung not far behind him.

Jungkook and I enter the basement, setting up the game and talking shit, as one does. “Who’s breaking?”

He smiles, holding his chosen pool cue, “Ladies first.”

I nod, “Such a gentleman.”

He laughs, “Yeah, that’s what got me into your pants.”

I mess up my shot and berate him. “I have half the mind to come over there and use this forcefully.” I lift up my pool cue and he pretends to be scared.

“Oh no! Please don’t!” I walk over to him, slap his chest and I only get one good (albeit, wimpy, compared to his strength) hit in before he grabs both of my hands and backs me into the pool table. He leans into me, our bodies touching leaving absolutely no room, and he kisses me.

I’m able to forget my surroundings and lose all rationality when he kisses me. He licks at my lips and I let his tongue slide past, soon enough his hands drop the cue, mine long forgotten as his hands slide down my body and he lifts me onto the table.

My hands are split, one tangling his hair and the other feeling his chest. He continues to kiss me fervently, hungrily, like he was touch-starved and in dire need of attention. He pulls me close and rubs against me, showing me how bad he wants me and it takes all the strength I have left to pull away, calling out to him. He ignores me the first time, kissing me in response to his name. I pull away again, “Jungkook.” he hums, busying himself with kissing and biting my neck, “Jungkook, w-we can’t.”

My pleas fall on deaf ears. “Jungkook, please,” my hands tug on his arms that are wrapped around me, “not here.”

He buries his face in my neck and leans into me with an annoyed groan. I let him rest like that for a while, waiting until he lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t actually want to play pool.”

I chuckle, “Me neither.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay so let's use this table for a much better purpose.” He leans back into kiss me and I turn away, laughing at his desperate attempt.

“Jungkook, it’s bad enough, what we’re doing, let alone to do it in my house, where Seokjin is literally in, right now.”

He whines, “I don’t care! I will go up there right now and tell him-”

“Tell him what?!” Jungkook stops in his tracks. “Tell him what, Jungkook?” He doesn’t respond. “Exactly. We don’t have a label. I’m not ready to figure this out yet, there’s nothing to tell them now.”

His gaze softens and he steps towards me, his hands resting on my thighs as he draws circles on them, “But we’ll tell them eventually? It won’t be like this, much longer?”

I sigh, scratching his head and looking him in the eyes, “if we become official, if we really work out, then yes, of course. We’ll tell them.”

He kisses me again, barely parting our lips, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

I kiss him back and laugh, “Really? That’s all it took?” He furrows his brows. “Jungkook, I’ve been saying that since the beginning. Albeit, quite meaner.”

He nods, “You were being a megabitch, but I really like you so I didn’t mind.” He presses our noses together and smiles. I push his chest offendedly and he doesn’t move an inch, “You were stressed, worried, and confused, I don’t blame you. I should've been more sympathetic.” I kiss him again and thank him, followed by my own apology for mistreating him. “But there is still something different this time.”

I hum, “Yeah? What.”

He grins, “You acknowledged us being together.”

I roll my eyes, knowing I couldn’t hide the way my cheeks heat while trapped in his arms, “Whatever, stop talking.”

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Mr. Jeon: Ecstasy

the last words jungkook spoke to you before you fell asleep in his arms ring in your ears and in your mind days after. he's changed, you think you're a step closer to truly having him.

» genre: series, smut, fluff

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Part 4 | Masterpost

i walk into school like i'm on cloud nine. i can't be bothered. i have nothing else to waste time on other than school and jungkook. i have nothing else going for me. no friends to hang out with, no parents to impress, what else am i supposed to do? ive never known anything besides what i've been taught to prioritize, which happen to only be those two things.

im disappointingly not in the maths wing until my last period, but my third to last class is adjacent to the math wing where his classroom resides. sometimes i can catch him outside of his classroom, preparing for his four classes.

today i see him for the first time by my locker, speaking professionally with another teacher.

what business would he have with a literature teacher? the new, young, and pretty one at that. they're smiling at each other and i have no reason to think it's anything other than professional, until he catches me staring.

he seems surprised to see me, he likely didn't know where my locker is and this isn't some elaborate set up. no flirting during school hours is a set of my rules.

i was going to smile and move on with my day, until he turns back to her, leaning his arm casually beside her on the doorway and acting cool. this is clearly a trick he's familiar with, he's oozing with attractiveness and she stutters on her words and slightly blushes. he grins and encourages her to go on about her favorite shakespeare works.

he continues to eye me as she talks, she doesn't seem to care a bit that he stares off for most of their one-sided conversation.

i decide, to discreetly do what i can, he's staring at me for a reason, might as well give him a show.

i smirk and turn back into my locker, reaching up into a little bin at the top where i keep the candy i've accumulated throughout the year as prizes, and i was correct in assuming i had a sucker in the mix.

i can feel his stare as i unwrap it and dart my wet tongue out to lick it, looking at him once i'm satisfied and putting it in my mouth and letting it sit against my cheek.

he ticks his head and looks back at mrs. book lover, acting as if he's disinterested and ignoring me but i know as soon as i look away he looks back at me.

i close my locker and sling my bag over my shoulder, holding miscellaneous folders and notebooks in my other arm. i notice a taller boy staring at me slightly in awe once i look up. i stare at him wordlessly and he plays cool, “y/n, right?”

i furrow my brows, “yeah?”

he smiles and sticks his hand out, “i-i’m jisung.”

i debate my options here. i know jungkook is watching me, now probably closer than ever, if i shake his hand he may definitely count that as a violation. i'm already on thin ice after my lollipop stunt.

suddenly a median solution presents itself to me and i sprint into action, stepping forward with a grin like i'm going to shake his hand, and instead letting the first few notebooks from the stack in my hands fall off and onto the ground, effectively attracting attention, avoiding having to touch him, and, bending down with my behind facing jungkook, an added bonus, teasing him.

jisung is quick to pick everything up and hand it to me, “i should get to class, nice to meet you.” i quickly tell him, turning around and walking towards my free period, which happens to be mrs. hot nerds room. jungkook is ogling me as i walk his way.

their conversation halts as i stand between them, “are you with me this period, erm…”

she looks at her clipboard of names for mine and i interject, “y/n, yes i am.”

she nods with a smile, “perfect you can take a seat-”

“actually mrs. soom, i came to take y/n as well. she failed her last quiz so she gets to spend every free period with me until she aces my next one.” jungkook smiles smugly at me, knowing i only did that on purpose and i may actually know math better than him.

she's shocked by his message, “oh well of course, y/n you really ought to be focusing more on your studies.”

i give her a half-asses bow, “yes of course, well i'll meet you in there mr. jeon.”

“nonsense i'll walk with you, make sure you don't skip out on it.”

i hum sarcastically as he escorts me away from my classroom. the bell rings and the hallways are quickly cleared, leaving only littered papers and gum wrappers on the floors.

we walk silently throughout the school, looking entirely normal, and i begin to run through every scenario in my head as to of what he could have in mind until he pulls me into a stairway, “why are we going downstairs? your classroom-”

“i know where my classroom is y/n.” he cuts me off rudely, not explaining further and dragging me down a set of stairs and into the basement level.

ive never actually been down here if not to fetch supplies for other teachers. there's classrooms on this floor but it's largely used by cleaning crew and summer school, which is why i'm unfamiliar with it.

he grabs my arm roughly and leads me to the front of a thick door, making quick use of his keys and locking it back after shoving me inside the room and turning the lights on to reveal a tiny workroom, only sporting a single, small desk and chair, an old copy machine, and some outdated books.

“don't you think it'll be suspicious-”

“nothings suspicious. it's true, you failed my last test. this floor is not off-limits to maths teachers as it's the only floor with math history textbooks, and the only floor without any functioning cameras. so if someone cares enough yes, they'll see me taking you down here. and if anyone asks, i was making you look for the seventh edition calculus textbook, and we couldn't find it, understood?”

i nod my head, “good story, b-but why did you actually take me down here? y-you said nothing was to happen during school hours-”

he leans into me, “yes, but i promised you something as soon as i saw you, and i'm delivering that.”

i scan back to two weeks ago, our phone call where he promised i could have him again as soon as possible if i recorded me touching myself and sent it to him.

i grin, “d-do you mean it?” hardly believing jungkook would be so nice to me, but his behavior entirely has changed since the hotel. i don't know what exactly sparked it, and it's subtle, but i know i am too afraid to ask.

he leans down and connects the tips of our noses, “whatever you'd like baby, a reward, for listening so well.” i close the gap between our lips and kiss him passionately, craving him always as soon as i part from him, he's like a scent constantly swirling around me, a song skipping permanently in my brain, every corner of my thoughts he consumes and it gets worse the closer he is to me.

so when he finally lets me be near him, to touch him, i feel as if ive completely lost myself.

his hands stray around my body, settling on unbuttoning the top part of my uniform and exposing my bra. he leaves my lips and leaves me panting, sprinkling slow kisses down my neck and chest until he mouths at my boobs, looking up at me, “you haven't told me what you want to do baby.” he lets a tongue slowly slip against my nipple and i whimper, “worship me, make me feel good, wanted.”

he smirks up at me, “you're precious.” he backs me up against the cold wall, beside the door, “wanna know another reason i took you down here?”

he continues to play with my chest, using his tongue, fingers, teeth, anything he pleases and i let him, playing with his hair as he goes. “yeah?”

he smiles, standing back up and hovering over me easily, his other hand ghosting over my crotch and running his digits along my slit, “so no one hears your loud mouth, you have no idea how terrible you are at being discreet.”

i giggle, “sorry, i just get so excited.”

he grins, “don't i know. you're so easy, you don't even know it.”

i hum, “isn't that why you like me?” his fingers continue to play with my clit through my panties, and the other with my nipple.

"your innocence is what first attracted me to you, but you're not so innocent anymore.”

i allow my quiet whimpers to slip past my lips and i frown at his words, “a-am i less attractive to you now that i'm not? i-i did it for you, i do everything for you-”

“quiet baby, i didn't say i didn't find you attractive.” he stalls me with a kiss and pulls my panties down as he works his mouth into mine before pulling away and instructing me to kick them off, “at first it was your innocence, but now it's the way you're completely infatuated with me.” i look at him confused and he continues, “is there anything you wouldn't do for me y/n? right off the top of your pretty head can you think of a single thing?”

i shake my head, “i-i just trust you, is all.”

he scoffs, “i don't know why, but that just makes you all the more sexy to me.”

i grin at his praise, “you should keep saying nice things about me. you've been so mean before.” i wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me with a pout, “you said it yourself right? i behave well.”

he connects our lips for a moment, “you're actually quite a brat, like that little tease show you put on in the hallway.”

i grin and chuckle a little at the thought, “i was so worried you'd be upset, b-but no one would have known why i did that, no one pays attention to me anyway-”

"that jock did. you mesmerized him.” im quick to shake my head, never having seen myself as the type of girl to incite that reaction out of men, “don't disagree, he was a bumbling mess watching you tongue that sucker. but he's gonna go home and wish it was his tiny cock on your tongue.”

i look him in the eyes determined, “i would never.”

he smirks, “you would if it was me.”

i nod, “of course.”

he lowers his eyes, “you astound me.”

i kiss and bite at his neck, “is that a good thing?”

he grins at my attempts, “of course baby.”

i come to a halt at his top, unable to kiss or touch any further with the fabric in my way. it dawns on me in that moment that jungkook and i have never actually been fully nude around each other. i place my hands along his shoulders and drape them down to his chest, “i-ive never seen you.”

he slowly takes my hands in his, “i know.” i look up at him, thinking for a moment before reaching for my top, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and letting it fall to the floor before reaching to undo my bra. i struggle with the clip and he laughs at me, “let me help you, turn around pretty.”

i do as told and face the wall, a blush forming on my cheeks as the fabric comes undone and i turn back around, letting it drop in front of his gaze.

he watches me with a familiar hunger, his hands not wasting for than mere seconds before groping my breasts and his mouth attaching to my neck, leaving me pressed against the wall again and gasping.

i feel something hard against my hips, rocking into me and recognizing it as his dick, and i busy myself with touching him best i can as he occupies himself.

“j-jungkook~” i whine, feeling impatient and wanting him inside of me already. i can feel my walls tightening in around nothing, aching for him only.

“what baby?” he growls in my ear and i moan as he nips at a particularly sensitive spot beside my throat.

“p-please, want you.”

he chuckles, “aren't you having fun now? you're so impatient.”

he rolls his hips against my palm, almost like he's fucking my hand, why do that when you could actually be having sex?

"jungkook please,” i grip and pull at his shirt, “n-need you now, it hurts.”

he steps back from me and smirks, unzipping his jeans and untucking his shirt before pulling it off of his body.

i ogle at his bare chest, mr. jeon occasionally wears shirts that he seems to have slightly outgrown, and is known to brag to his male students about how much weight he lifts, but i hardly payed attention to any of it until now. “wow.” i let myself touch him, almost unable to believe he's real, a built chest that slims down to a thin waist that accents his hips so well, and arms strong enough im certain he could throw me across the room if i begged enough. maybe one day i will.

“if you keep eye fucking me i won't have time to actually fuck you.” he teases.

i pout, “i asked you to be nice to me.”

he closes the gap between us and kisses my swollen lips, “i'm sorry baby,” i pull away from him and demand compliments.

he looks at me blankly and sighs, “im really holding myself back right now y/n,” he palms at his hard on through his boxers.

i shake my head, “cant fuck me until you tell me something nice. it's not that hard jungkook. you tell me i'm perfect all the time.”

he grins, “because you are perfect baby, you're so pretty,” he leans in closer, distracting me with his lips and the words slipping past them, “knew you were special when i first saw you, you always stood out to me,” he pulls his boxers down to his thighs as he speaks, “couldn't stop staring at your gorgeous legs, wanted to touch you so bad i couldn't stop myself, i was hoping one day i'd have any excuse to be alone with you.” i feel his hard tip against my heat, collecting my slickness and he drowns out my whimpers by shoving his tongue in my mouth.

before shoving inside of me he whispers, “the day you forgot your homework was the best day of my life. ive never been so excited, so captivated by someone.”

he angles his hips upwards and nudges my legs further apart so he can slide himself in. at the angle he can only he a little less than half, but it's perfect for now, still only the second time having something as large as him inside of me.

i wince in pain and to my surprise he doesn't ignore me, he uses shallow, slow thrusts to ease into me and plays with my clit until i'm completely relaxed and letting out quiet moans.

“see gorgeous? i care.”

i hum and smile, opening my eyes to view him, staring at me with an unreadable expression. i can tell he's holding himself back, “y-you can go harder, i can take it.”

he groans and laughs, “i'm fine, focused on you baby.”

“i-it's okay jungkook.” i insist, he's too smart and catches on.

with a scoff, “you think i'm not enjoying myself if i'm not being selfish?” i shake my head and he picks up his pace a little, “here's another lesson for you then baby.” he decided to be nice about it, i was expecting to be berated for underestimating him, “some people get off on pleasing others. like you.”

“like me?”

he grins, “yes baby. you like to satisfy me. don't care if you get anything of equal value from me.”

i hum in agreeance, “you teasing me is enough. j-just want to be good for you.”

i feel myself grow warmer and wetter between my thighs and jungkook grins and halts, grabbing the back of my thighs and picking me up and digging my back against the wall. “help me out will you baby?” he teases, looking downwards, needing me to direct his length into me. i do my best and he sinks right in, much deeper this time and i let out a moan that was loud enough for him to silence me.

he presses his lips against mine as he begins to thrust himself into me. his dick almost feels bigger than i remembered, or i'm just much more aware this time around of how he feels inside of me, stretching me deliciously and rubbing against my walls with an unmatched force, and his tip hitting something so sensitive it has my entire body reacting and moaning into his mouth.

he chuckles and mumbles a “found it.” before repeating this motion over and over again while i struggle to keep whatever composure i have left.

i can feel him staring at me smugly, his confidence peaking as he fucks into me in a rough rhythm that's perfectly abusing me.

he pulls away and tells me to cover my own mouth and i do, biting down on my lips and putting a hand over my mouth as the other grips his neck tightly, as if he'd drop me, he doesn't seem to be struggling an ounce.

“feels great doesn't it baby? you know what that is?” he says between groans, i shake my head and hardly manage to squeak out a no, my inability to speak only feeds his ego. “it's called your g-spot baby. can be hard to find, but it feels so fucking good doesn't it?”

i lazily shake my head, “so good jungkook.”

he smirks, “aren't you lucky im big enough to find yours? these little boys your age couldn't do this.”

“no one's like you jungkook.” i manage to say in a coherent sentence, whimpering at the end as he grazes it again.

“all about you right now baby.” he puts in extra effort to pick up his pace and fucks into me with admirable force and it's enough to have me coming abruptly around him without much warning.

he moans with me as i tighten around him, my back arches off the wall and my legs tighten around his slim waist, practically forcing him inside me, not that he fights me. he slows down to let me ride it out, keeping his word until the end and not focusing on himself at all. he didn't even do this when he took my virginity.

busy admiring his compassion he gently pulls out and murmurs to let go of him, holding me as he puts me down on my two feet again, “you good?” he asks and i nod, feeling very tingly but stable. he helps fix my hair as i button my shirt and fix my skirt.

he notices me looking for something and smiles, “stop looking for them.”

i glance up at him, “where are they? i kicked them off-”

“i have them.”

i pause, “well hand them over.”

he giggles like a teenager, “no.”

the softer, humorous side of him is a surprise to me. i suppose he, as every human, has that fun side, he's just never put his walls down enough for anyone here to see it yet, and i'm the first.

i grin before scoffing, “you can't just keep them! i-i’m messy i need them.”

he shrugs, “they're a reward for me. a reminder of a job well done.” he smugly grins in my face.

i frown, “whatever. i'll get them back.”

he hums, “okay.” and begins redressing himself, much to my confusion.

“what are you doing?”

he stops and looks at me, “getting… dressed?”

“you didn't finish, you can't go out there with a, erm.” i point at his crotch and he chuckles.

“a boner, a hard on, an erection.” he sings, teasing me for my lack of experience.

“y-yeah that.”

he shakes his head, “guys hide this stuff all the time, don't worry about it.”

“hide it all the time?”

he nods, “yeah, guys can get random ones every once in a while, or something little does it, or they get in their heads and it happens.”

“how do you hide it? wouldn't it be obvious?”

he grins, “strategies vary, tuck it in your waist band if you can, luckily i can,” he says with a smug smirk, im not entirely sure what he means but i continue listening, “or just cover it and pray it goes away.”

he grabs his jeans and i tug on his wrist, preventing him from further dressing himself, “please, i want to.” i pout. “you said anything i wanted.”

he sighs and checks his watch, then looks back at me, “you really want to?”

i nod eagerly, dropping to my knees in front of him like last time. he exhales heavily and looks down at me, “fuck i can't say no to you.”

i grab onto his length and smile, “help me be quick?” i ask, willing to do anything he asks so he can finish and we don't run out of time.

i grip him move my hand from the base up, using my tongue to lick at his head.

he cusses at the sight, “fuck, don't you worry, i won't last long.”

“is that a good thing?” i ask innocently, beaming up at him and he drinks in the way i look at him, so pure despite taking his length as far as i can into my mouth without hurting myself.

he kicks his head back and moans, his hand hitting the back of my head and gently moving me how he wants. “good thing right now, yes.”

i hum against his crotch and he responds with a gentle thrust into my mouth, startling me enough for my throat to close around him and pulling away coughing.

“fuck, sorry, you alright?”

i take a few breaths and go back in, looking up at him with tears brimming in my eyes and he groans before warning me, “fuck im close.” he exhales, “you wanna try swallowing it baby?”

i pull away from him and stroke him instead, “what?”

he whimpers, composing himself, “shit, stick your tongue out baby.” he moves my hand off of him and begins stroking himself. i stare at him in awe, never having seen this before. is this what he looked like over the phone? god i can only imagine. every muscle in him strains as he works himself onto my tongue and i taste a warm, almost salty, thick liquid on my tongue as he groans and cusses.

he finishes and takes a step back, admiring me as i sit on the floor with my mouth wide open for him. he chuckles out of breath, “you can close your mouth baby, if you don't want to swallow it i'll grab a tissue.”

i warily close my mouth and slightly wince as it goes down. i open my eyes and he stares at me with one eyebrow cocked up, “did you do it?” he says almost in disbelief.

i open my mouth to prove to him nothing was there anymore and he grins, “shouldn't have doubted you, my perfect girl.”

i grin widely as he helps me back up, quickly redressing himself as close to how he was before. he sighs and looks around, “okay…” before grabbing the first calculus book he can find and handing it to me. “seems like we had to settle on this one.”

i laugh and nod, “okay.”

he puts his hand on the small of my back and unlocks the door, leading us out and towards the stairwell again before putting some distance between us.

“i'll meet you in my room, go ahead and sit in your seat and work on your packet.”

“but where-”

“i'll be there in a minute, go, class ends in less than a minute.”

i pout and he gives me a stern look, guess he is a teacher after all.

“okay.” i mumble and toddle towards his room, taking my seat in the second row beside the window and dragging my books out and onto my desk.

he was right, the bell rings and soon enough students start to pour in, all talking amongst themselves before class starts.

i turn to my desk mate, “did you see where mr. jeon was?”

she scowls then widens her eyes, “oh! i saw him talking to mrs. soom by the vending machine.” i frown and tell her thanks.

moments later he walks in and makes casual remarks to some of the students before meandering over towards my desk, noting my angry disposition as i avoid looking at him.

he continues to grin and make his way around the room. just when i think he's merely going to pass by me he bends down to my bag, “ah y/n,” he speaks, picking up a water bottle from the ground and placing it in my desk, “sorry, i knocked your water over.”

he grins, his hand lingering on the object.

i examine it, i clearly didn't have a water, and it's still cold and unopened, did he pretend to do all of that just to give me water?

i decide his act is enough to explain what he was doing before class, that desperate mrs. soom probably ambushed him when he was busy getting water for me.

i smile and open it, “it's okay, thank you mr. jeon.”

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