Mr. Jeon Masterpost

Mr. Jeon Masterpost

Hello and welcome to my Mr. Jeon miniseries :)

✩ This series is completed

intro: your hot maths teacher has his eye on you, and you don't know any better than to let him play with you however he pleases.

description: student reader x hot maths teacher jk <3 innocent, virgin (kinda dumb) reader. jk is manipulative at times, cold, soft dom. but is it all a show?

index: ♡= fluff,  ✗= nsfw/18+,  ☾= angst

Part 1: Obedience - ✗

Part 2: Possession - ✗☾

Part 3: Jealousy - ✗☾

Part 4: Ecstasy - ♡✗☾

Part 5: Deceit - ♡✗

Part 6: Truth - ☾

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Aftercare - kth

"aftercare": a post-sex necessity, and not one taehyung is usually fond of (or familiar with).

» genre: fluff, drabble

» word count: less than 1k

Aftercare - kth

i let go of the bedsheets crunched under my hands and let my legs fall limp against the bed as my boyfriend rolls over beside me, equally as exhausted.

we rest in a comfortable silence, soaking in each other's presence as we come down from our highs.

"a-are you okay?" he asks almost shyly, causing me to grin and turn my head to face him.

"i feel amazing." i answer him honestly, watching an unfamiliar heat take onto his cheeks.

he nods with a sheepish grin before sitting up. i relax back into the bed, letting my eyes flutter close, feeling terribly sleepy and wanting nothing but to drown myself in his scent as i fall asleep.

he chuckles quietly, pulling some shorts on and walking towards the bathroom, "did i tire you out?" i hum and nod, turning to cuddle the sheets against my body as i desperately search for another source of warmth. "don't fall asleep yet, you should at least let me clean you and dress you up before you fall asleep."

after sighing i sit up with the blankets wrapped around me and pout, "do i have to?”

he grins and walks to me, pulling me out of the bed and into the bathroom where the water was already running in the semi-filled tub.

"yes, you have to. just sit and i'll do everything for you." i look up at him, bewildered at his behavior. i love taehyung dearly, but the “caretaker” role is something he is extremely unfamiliar with. he is unfamiliar with how to express many emotions and to his credit, he's improved a lot over the course of our relationship.

i was hesitant at the start but i believed he was a man of his words, and to say i'm happily surprised is an understatement. truthfully, i'm proud.

instead of bombarding him with my thoughts and possibly overwhelming him, i settle with a thank you and a peck on the cheek before entering the warm tub.

he reaches over to grab my loofa, taking the soap and applying it onto it before activating it with water and washing me with it.

he's almost too gentle in the way he touches me, exactly like he was in bed moments ago.

treating me like a porcelain doll.

he finishes washing my body as best he can with little help from me, i'm too busy zoning in and out. his feathery touches mixed with the warmth of the bath would be enough to put anyone to sleep at an instant.

"do you feel good?" he asks hesitantly.

i open my eyes to see him looking back at me,

"i feel great taehyung, you don't have to keep asking me that."

he looks down timidly before standing up and pulling a towel out of the closet, "stand up for me baby.

i slowly rise from the tub, ignoring his burning gaze on my body for the sake of focusing on not slipping as i step out. he doesn't waste a second, wrapping the towel around to keep me warm as he pats me down.

he stops suddenly, staring at me wordlessly,

"what?" i ask him with a light laugh.

he shrugs, "you're just, really beautiful. i-i know i don't say it a lot but whenever i think about it i just, never can get the words out. there's no right word to describe you.”

i stand there, dripping stoically as i process what he said. as i begin to reply he leaves the bathroom.

"hey wait, you can't just say that and leave!"

i hear him chuckle, stopping in front of our dresser as he starts pulling out clean clothes for us both.

"are shorts and a t-shirt good? or do you want pants?”

i pad my way over to him and wrap my arms around his waist, "that sounds fine, so long as it's one of your shirts.

"are yours not good enough?"

i roll my eyes and pull away from him, just give me something comfy."

he nods and hands me my underwear, pants, and one of his favorite tee-shirts, along with a peck on my head, "anything for my princess."

i shake my head at the sarcastic nickname that has obviously grown on him while we change. i throw myself back into bed, craving sleep and warmth. i reach my hand out to taehyung as he purposefully takes his time in joining me.

"tachyungie~" i whine, "please lay down."

he laughs, "why? i like standing." he stretches, “good for the knees.”

i pout and turn my back to him, "fine, stand the whole night then."

i hear him laugh and after a few moments the bed dips on his side and his arm slides across my waist and he presses his body against mine.

“sorry, you're just so fun to tease.”

i continue to ignore him, causing him to sigh. he then begins to leave little kisses along my head, neck, and shoulders, before surrendering his romantic gestures and going straight to just tickling me.

i laugh and squirm, “o-okay, quit! i-i’m not mad anymore!”

“good, glad you found it in your heart to forgive me.” he stops his attack and pulls me closer, "because i love you."

that wasn't the first time that night i’d heard it, but each time somehow feels more genuine and warm than the last.

"i love you more."

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Mr. Jeon: Deceit

jungkook continues to surprise you with his indifferent attitude, and yet, increasingly romantic and domestic actions. you continue to wonder what it means, if anything at all.

» genre: angst, fluff, smut

» description: (don't read if you don't want spoilers!) car sex, fingering (f receiving), head (m receiving), overstim, squirting. steamy!! lol

» word count: 3.6k

Part 5 | Masterpost

the more i learn about jungkook the more i feel like i understand him, less. it's like a game of clue, or mysterium, where i'm being given vague, off-topic anecdotes that i don’t yet have the information to fill in. like a constant plot-hole, i just simply don't understand him.

and yet i feel his switch to before he was is inevitable, and he’ll become more guarded and mean again. not that it would change anything i did, but i'm afraid that allowing my curiosity to get the best of me would result in him pushing me away.

“i like this you, much better.” i lay my head against his shoulder as he grades papers. the blinds are pulled, the door is closed and locked and all students are gone, and it's too late to where any teachers would care to hold a conversation with each other.

his hand doesn't stop writing as he hums, “what do you mean?”

i debate my options, and my curiosity gets the best of me. “you're not as guarded with me as you were at first. we can actually talk and enjoy each other’s presence.”

he stills, looking at me with the same unreadable dark orbs he always sports. i often find myself admiring the way he never shows his thoughts, his expressions stay the same. if no one can read them, they can never get the better of him. how doesn't he know i could never hurt him?

“sounds like you’re falling for me, baby.” he smiles the tiniest bit, picking the pen back up and moving into the next test.

“falling for you?” i mumble. “as in, like, a boyfriend?”

His tongue pokes the side of his cheek and he doesn’t look at me when he replies, “something like that, yes.”

i tick my head, “well, of course i am.” my reaction takes him by surprise, and i don’t know why. i mean, after everything we’ve done together, who wouldn’t be falling for him? he narrows his eyes at me before resuming his work. “are you falling for me?”

his chest breaks its pattern of rising and falling and his hand stops moving. he doesn’t reply to me. simply leaving my question hanging in the air like an invisible weight and i worry i’ve done something wrong, like staying past curfew, kissing a stranger, or stolen candy from a small child. something bad.

“all done.” he grunts, patting my thigh as i slide out of his lap and stand beside him. he collects his things and packs up for the weekend.

i stand there silently, still feeling the heavy air, as if i was treading on ice. jungkook had a way of making you feel like that sometimes, whether he knew it or not. he just seemed like the type of guy that had power. he oozed it. or perhaps that’s just how i saw him.

“let’s go.” he says, annoyed. i can’t tell if he’s annoyed from what i said, or just because i was standing around like an idiot and not paying attention.

i jog through the door he was holding open for me and the walk back to his car was silent. jungkook was the first to speak when he asked me where he was taking me. “home? bus stop?”

i shrug, “neither sound great, but home i guess.”

his eyes stay on me, the light keeps red for much longer than normal. “you can stay with me, if you want.” he speaks so quietly i almost don’t register it at all. my face turns to confusion before realizing he was actually inviting me to his house.

“oh-uh-of course!” i struggle to hide my excitement. “i-i mean, if you’d let me, i’d love to.”

he shakes his head, “i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want you to.”

i nod, “y-yeah, of course, that makes sense.” my response makes him grin, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the side console. “i’ve never been to a guy’s house before.” i quietly tell him, staring out the window, admiring all of the blurry lights, families having dinner, watching tv together, even the couples out, lining the main streets for a friday-night date-night. I specifically admire how unfamiliar all of it is to me, and how badly i want it.

“really?” he asks, “never a boyfriend, crush, fling?”

i shake my head with a pout, “no, never.”

i hear him hum, “well, i’m glad to be the first.” he places his hand on my thigh and begins caressing it slowly.

i practically melt at his touch. he sneaks glances at me as the ride goes on, traffic being a pain as always, and he’s focused, but losing patience. his hand moves further up my leg and into my skirt, drawing slow circles and massaging my leg, but he keeps his eyes on the road.

we hit the next stop light and he moves his hand over my front, a devilish smirk on his face as he begins to play with me. i let one hand grip onto his wrist and the other onto the side of the seat, no doubt digging my nails into both as he plays with my clit, teasing me and watching me squirm.

“you’re so fun to play with baby. always so easy.”

i hum, eyes closed and little whimpers escaping my mouth that he turns the radio down to hear, no doubt. he stops for a moment and i whine, “jungkook~”

his eyes are on the road, “hold on, be patient.”

a pout rests on my lips as i examine where we are, “are we almost there?”

he looks around before crossing the busy intersection, mumbling a “yeah.”

i nod and take in my surroundings, only a for a few seconds before he continues toying with me though my panties. “oh jungkook.”

his eyes scan over to me every so often, getting off at how easy i am to him, and admiring the way i am totally wrapped around his finger. or so, he tells me all the time. he moves his hands up and dips them into my panties, feeling my slit and only now can i feel how wet i am. “god baby,” he groans, “so fucking wet, bet you’d beg me to let you cum right now.”

i nod vigorously, “yes, yes, i would.”

he chuckles dipping a finger in and out of me, shallow, not enough. i squirm and whine, “please jungkook.”

he grins, “please what baby?”

i grip tighter on his wrist and look at him, “please play with me, need you bad.”

he pushes two fingers into my core and i don’t hold back my moans as he continues, curling them deliciously against my walls, hitting much farther in me than i could ever.

my cheeks heat and i feel my high nearing quickly. i whimper his name and he catches on, “go ahead, cum all over my fingers.”

as if i needed to be told, my orgasm hits me quickly and my entire body pulses and tenses. jungkook relents for a moment, puts the car in park with his other hand, his right arm still under my skirt, and he continues.

“i-i came, jungkook.” i tell him breathlessly, overwhelmed and confused.

he stares at me with a smirk, “i know baby.” i’m still confused as he adds a third finger, his palm rubs against my clit and i feel like my body is on fire, the only comprehensible thought i have is him and the overwhelming feeling between my legs. “oh, please jungkook,” i mewl, feeling his dark eyes on me.

“what is it baby?”

i open my mouth but no sound comes out, shaking my head as a last resort of communication. the hand that was once gripping the seat, now above my head and grabbing the head rest. i can hear his quiet groans and low chuckles as he watches the way my body warps and my noises increase.

i feel my second orgasm approaching much more intensely than the last, the feeling new and indescribable. and absolutely crushing. i came, loudly, and all over his hand, the seat, and my skirt.

i don’t notice initially, my vision blurry and ears deaf as my body slowly untenses. it isn’t until a few moments pass and he pulls his hand away slowly, that i feel a slight puddle.

“holy shit.”

“w-what happened.” my cheeks heat, embarrassed and upset at myself. i look down at my mess and back to him, eyes wide and almost, proud, with a slight grin on his face.

“i didn’t know you could do that baby.” he says, wiping his hand on his jacket and sliding it off, leaving him in only a white button-up.

i shake my head, “d-do what? i’m so sorry jungkook.” i feel like crying for making such a mess.

he chuckles, “baby, that was one of the hottest things i have ever seen.” i stare at him, upset, tears brimming and confused. he caresses my head, “you can squirt.”

i glance back down towards my legs, “is that what, this is?”

he nods, “yes, and its extremely hot.” i nod along, “it can happen sometimes when you’re really excited.”

I hum, “okay, so its not a bad thing?”

he shakes his head quickly, “no, no. nothing to be ashamed about.”

i settle, making sense of the scene that had just played out before me, and what to do now. jungkook, as always, is one step ahead of me as he steps out of the car and over to the passenger side. he opens the door, then bends down, “take your skirt off.” i look at him before pulling my skirt down to my ankles where he takes it from me. “panties too.” after stripping bare from the waist down, his last instructions confuse me. “now,” he points behind me, “get in the back.” i look at him lost, and he closes the door on me, then opens the door behind me. i stop questioning him and just do as i’m told, “put your skirt and panties in the seat you soaked. i’ll wash them later.” he tells me as soon as i’m in the back with him.

i set them in the front seat and look back at him, “why are we back here?”

he grins, scooting awfully close to me and gripping the back of my head, “you’re adorable.”

i smile dopily at him, and he rewards me with a kiss, and tongue. he kisses me deeply and fully, pulling me towards him, until i’m sitting on my legs beside him. he takes my hand and moves it onto his crotch, “touch me.” he tells me. i grab at him through his pants and he continues to kiss me, “more, y/n.” i try harder but it leaves him pulling away, “undo my belt, idiot.”

i blink rapidly, everything happening so fast i can hardly keep up. i look down to his pants to undo them, and he complains about how slow i am. once i finally figure it out he pulls his pants and underwear down to his thighs, “think you know what to do now, baby?”

i look at him, wide-eyed and as innocent as ever. “m-my mouth?”

he grins, “i’d be fucking you already if i though you could take it, but i don’t think you can.”

i nod and smile coyly at him, gripping his large cock in my small hand, “yeah, you’re right, still feel it.”

i lean down, giving his length small, kitten licks and he watches me with hooded eyes, his hand still at the back of my head, “yeah? pussy still pulsing for attention?”

i nod, maybe not entirely knowing what he was saying, but he was into it. he chuckles before inhaling sharply as i take his tip into my mouth, “maybe your little pussy could handle it then.” he says and i look up at him, popping off of his length and dragging my hand up and down it just as i’ve seen him do.

“you can. i’m all yours, do whatever you want to me, please.” he laughs at me, pushing my head back down onto him and i get the memo, opening my mouth back up and taking him whole.

he sucks in a breath and grits his teeth, “fuck, i really would baby.” he controls my head, rising and falling at whatever pace he sets for me, instructing me to breathe through my nose so i can stay longer. “i’d love to fuck you senseless, but i really want to cum all over your pretty face.”

i unknowingly moan at his words and he does too in response, chuckling as he kicks his head back, “fuck, you like that idea don’t you.”

i hum and incite a similar reaction, this time his hips rise off the seat, pushing himself further into my throat and causing it to close. i pull off for a moment but keep my hand on him, his hand on mine, controlling my movements as i collect myself. “you really are so easy, so eager for anything.”

i smile and look up at him, he groans at the sight, my lips and chin glossy, “just want to be with you jungkook, don’t care how.”

he opens his mouth to reply and i take his length back into my mouth, and he groans. “fuck, so i could stop you right now and you wouldn’t care?”

i move up to his tip and shake my head no, “still want you to cum all over my face, too.”

he laughs at this, and my heart flips that he actually found me amusing. “see? you’re filthy.”

i circle my tongue around his head and he grits his teeth together, breathing heavily, “you taught me. you made me.” i tell him, before going back down, a lot more determined than before.

“fuck,” he curses, hips jerking again, “i’m close baby.” i hum in acknowledgement and once again it plays in my favor. not much longer jungkook pulls me off of him, readjusting our position and telling me to stick my tongue out and close my pretty eyes.

i do as he says with no second thoughts. i almost wonder if there is anything i wouldn’t do, if he was the one asking.

he grunts and strokes himself to completion, managing to get most of it onto my tongue, but some still painting my rosy cheeks and face.

i hear him settle back in his seat and i open my eyes, swallowing and wiping the rest of it off with my finger, “here” he hands me his discarded overcoat and i take it from his hand. “wrap that around your bare ass before we get out so you’re not flashing my whole neighborhood.”

i look at the shirt then back down at him, “i-i’ll still be mostly bare-”

“okay?” he asks, chuckling and making himself decent before opening the car door. i keep myself glued to his back, the neighborhood is quiet, no one in sight, and its dark, thankfully.

he unlocks his front door and flips on a few lights. “this way.” he leads me around his cozy apartment, opens a closet to a washing machine and tells me to hand him my clothes. i unwrap his shirt from around my waist and hand it to him. he stares for a moment but throws it in with my missing clothes. he then begins to unbutton his top, discarding it and throwing it into the washer as well. he begins to undo his pants before looking at me, “you gonna stay in that?”

i stare back at him, wide-eyed, and frankly, in a trance. if there is one sight i’d like to have permanently etched into my eyelids, it would be jungkook, barely clothed. “d-do you want me to?”

he exhales, “i’ll give you something to wear, let me wash those.”

i nod, i strip fully, handing him my shirt and bra, and he throws his pants in there, leaving him in only his boxers, which leave little to the imagination.

he then walks towards a hallway and into a room, his room, i realize after i step inside. “you can take a bath if you want.” he tells me as he digs through his drawers, pulling out a new pair of underwear and sweatpants for himself and pointing at the en-suite bathroom.

if i’ve noticed anything so far in jungkook’s house, its the tidiness. people always complain that men are slobs, but jungkook is always well-taken care of. always smells so nice, when its not a nice cologne its his shampoo, body wash, or even just him. always well-groomed, never the same shirt two days in a row, and every outfit is well-put together.

i step into the bathroom and turn the lights on, looking around before spotting the shower. “there should be some towels in that closet, right?”

i turn my head to the stack of multi-colored towels in the small closet and nod at him, “yeah, this’ll do.”

he nods and dresses himself, i turn the water on and wait before stepping into it. i don’t care to shut the bathroom door, truly hadn’t thought about it until i was already in the shower, examining the things he had in there.

i use the body wash, shampoo, and conditioner he has in there, all very obviously well-loved, and he doesn’t seem to have much else. i suppose men don’t need much else.

i turn the water off and take a few moments to drip dry, ringing my hair out before pulling the curtains back to see jungkook in the bathroom with me. he turns, his eyes moving from me, to the towels, grabbing one and opening it up.

i gleefully let him wrap me in it. “thank you.” i tell him, smilingly widely at him. he doesn’t share half my excitement, and i use a lot of self-restraint not to attach myself to him like a koala to a tree and never let go. he does give me a boyish grin and pats my head, chuckling as he tells me, “you smell like a dude now.”

he turns back to the sink, doing whatever nighttime skincare routine he has. now thats the routine i need to pay attention to. i hesitantly wrap my arms around his thin waist, “no, i smell like you.”

to my surprise he chuckles, allowing me to stay where i was until he was finished. “Are you dry?”

i shrug, “kind of.”

he exits the bathroom, “finish drying off, i’ll look for something for you to wear.”

a few moments later he returns, a pair of shorts in his hands and a t-shirt. “this is the best i can do. the shorts might not work, but i surely won’t complain if you only wear the shirt.”

i laugh and he hands me the clothes, wondering back into his room. i examine the clothes, basic in nature, but they’re his. i put them on excitedly, it all fitting very loosely, the shorts tightened and tied as tight as i could get them, but i think they’ll work.

when i walk out of the bathroom jungkook is slouched against his bed, shirtless and in a pair of sweats, and i believe this has to be the best day of my life, i feel so much joy. he spots me and grins. “cute.” my cheeks heat and i rush to his side to kiss him on the cheek. “i get to stay the night, right?”

he nods, taking a bite of a cookie, offering me one from the same pack. “i’m not tired yet so i’m gonna watch a movie, you can go to sleep though, if you want.”

i shake my head and take it upon myself to cuddle into him. he doesn’t do anything in response, simply letting me wrap myself cozily around him. “what movie?”

“iron man.” he grins cheekily and takes a bite of another cookie.

“iron man?” he nods, as if it was a known thing. “why iron man?”

he shrugs, “its my favorite movie.”

i nod, resting my head against him before allowing a smile to grow. “I’ve never seen it.”

“really?” he says surprised, “oh you’ll love it, its amazing.”

and he was right, i did love the movie. but not as much as i enjoyed putting him to bed like a child because he fell asleep with the pack of cookies open on the bed, and one in his hand. i finish the cookie in his hand and close the pack before setting it on his bedside table. after that i found the remote, turned the tv off, and threw the covers over both of us.

it didn’t take long for him to hold me back in his sleep. while a part of me was sad he only did it in his sleep, i was mostly just happy to be in his arms, drowsy and content.

he let me into his house. let me use his shower, make me smell like him, let me hug him for as long as i could, gave me his clothes to wear, watched his favorite movie with me, and fell asleep beside me.

he may have ignored me earlier today, but now i have to know. i run my fingers through his hair as he lightly snores away, “are you sure you’re not falling for me too, jungkook?”

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wowa thank u for reading!! i feel like i haven't ever given thanks for the surprising amount of appreciation and attention this series has given me. so here i am, saying thank you all who have made it this far and have shown appreciation in many forms, be it liking, reblogging, commenting, sending in asks or even dming me, thank you a million times! and as always, wishing you all a fantastic day! - ara <3

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