#professor jungkook X reader

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

Stop teasing me girl!

SUMMARY: Jungkook, your math teacher gets a boner when you accidently flash him, it ends you being fucked roughly in his bed .

PAIRINGS: Professor Jungkook X student reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, fingering, lots of kisses , cream pies ,jungkook loves calling reader baby 😔❤️

A/N: just a drabble idea I had while resting in bed when I was unwell , JUNGKOOK AND READER BOTH SMOKE AFTER HAVING SEX! ! don't come at me . I hope you enjoy this oneshot .Thankyou @jungk97kwife for beta reading this ! ❤️

Jungkook has been giving you looks since the math class started you sat on the last bench purposefully. You had accidentally flashed him the lace bra you had worn today when he bent down over to look at your maths notebook. You didn’t realise your buttons were open.

“ Students if you have your phones I’m going to send you some maths problems and you have to do them in class right now, “Jungkook said while sitting in the chair, he sent the questions soon after opening your chat. Hoping no one saw his raging boner.

Kook ❤️: y/n are you doing it on purpose? Cause it’s working.

Y/n❤️🥰: What are you saying, Professor?

Kook❤️: Y/n I can see your red lace bra.

You saw his text and nervously smiled looking towards him and buttoning up your shirt.

Y/n ❤️🥰: kook I swear I did it unconsciously no wonder you sat down and gave us math problems to solve! Do you have a boner right now kook? 😂

Jungkook❤️: Yes because of you baby, wanna help me? I think I can wait until this class is over. Also focus on your homework , you’ll take care of this later

Y/n ❤️🥰: yes mr jeon .

After texting him you went forward with doing the math problem he had sent to the group. Some students occasionally asked him to help with the problems while he did them on his own.

It all started when you went to your maths teacher's cabin asking him to help you with some of the problems but jungkook said that your old teacher had left the school and he was going to be the new teacher. You were in disbelief that someone who looked so young was going to be your teacher? Jungkook helped you out with your problems that day.

A few months later, One day while you both were in his cabin he asked you to go through some important questions while you were sitting beside him and solving jungkook slightly pecked you on your cheek, and your eyes slightly widened at his action jungkook muttered sorry from his mouth and stood up only for you to take his hand and make him sit on his place.

You pecked his lips not expecting to kiss him back pulling you onto his lap. Since then you have been hooking up it’s nothing but the deal you both made up. No strings attached whatsoever. You both used yourselves just for pleasure. Jungkook and you would both call each other whenever you wanted to get laid he would secretly come to your dorm or you would sneak into his house. Even thought with that both of you risked, especially him—losing the job he’s been dreaming of you both kept going with it .

Present

You had left the class texting jungkook that you would go to his house first , you knew he keeps the spare keys hid behind the flower pot in the doorway, he had told you about it whenever he’d hear you blow up his doorbell.

The bell rang while you went to unlock the door jungkook closed the door while you pressed him on the door kissing him roughly while he chuckled and spun you so now you were the one pressed on the door your tongues were involved in the kiss while he backed up the string of saliva kept you both connected he went back on leaving wet kisses on your neck . “ kook no hickeys please it’s hard to cover” you groaned when you felt him bitting on your neck. “One baby one, "I've dreamt about it all day,” he said hissing when your hands made it towards his Crotch slowly palming him.

as we kept kissing, he messily led the way towards the bedroom. “fuck” he groans against my lips the second he hits the corner of the door. Jungkook closed the door pushing you onto the bed slowly coming to bed and sitting on your knees you had freshened up and you were in your bathrobe. You had some of the spare clothes in his closet using them whenever you stayed over at his house.

Jungkook kissed your legs telling you how smooth they were. He made you sit removing your robe and sucking your nipples and grabbing on the other making you moan his name slowly came down and made his way towards your pussy “Daddy is gonna give you a princess treatment baby” he said sucking your clit. Jungkook had a habit of rubbing his palm after making your pussy wet with his saliva making you moan his name “ fuck kook it feels so good “ he teased his fingers and finally inserted his fingers and sucked on your clit “Kook I’m gonna cum if you keep doing it” you said warning him. “ let it go princess cum on my fingers you like it right baby? Daddy needs to stretch you a bit for his cock, he is been neglecting your pussy for a few days?” Jungkook kept on talking till you came on fingers soon putting them in their mouth and groaning “You taste sweet princess “.

Jungkook hovered upon you while you unbuttoned his shirt kissing him and telling him how good he made you feel, he chuckled saying “ I’ll give you more baby “ he soon got naked teasing himself by giving some strokes on his cock and spitting some saliva which used to palm himself.

“ Fuck it’s too big jungkook” you groaned adjusting to his length “u can take it, baby, you always take me well,” he said slowly speeding up. You couldn’t stop clenching around him “fuck baby just like that gonna make me come” he whispered moaning your name and curses leaving his mouth. “ you love this don’t you baby, teasing me by wearing the red lace bra I don’t care baby if you did by mistake it turned me on “ he said thrusting fastly “ love it jungkook ……… want you to fuck me like this every day, fu-ck baby im Gonna cum “. His thrusts make you unable to speak. “Right there kook “Jungkook’s hands were squeezing your boobs groaning when your nails scratched around his shoulder.

Jungkook’s thrust soon became frantic as he was soon going to come "You make me feel so good." and soon came Chasing his high “cream pie suits you baby” jungkook said kissing you softly and chuckling , and then asking you if you were okay.

Jungkook soon came up to you with a wet towel and cleaned you up “How are you feeling? “ he asked while giving you a water bottle to drink “ Did I go a bit rough? “ he asked sitting on his side of the bed taking out a cigarette to light up “No kook it’s fine I love how rough you were though I don’t think I can walk now “ you said giggling “ stay with me tonight I’ll drop you off tomorrow morning” he said taking a blunt from his cigarette “ okay I’ll stay over pass me the cig kook” you said reaching over to take the cigarette from his hand . “ Baby I said it’s bad for you, it’s just that I can’t quit now but you’ve started doing it now don’t make this a habit yeah baby?” He said “ it’s fine kook one drag” he sighed and gave it to you, soon finishing, both of you mouth washed and went to the bed .

“Kook how much did I score?” You asked cuddling him you face pressed against his chest and your leg thrown over his waist . “ You did great y/n could have been a bit better” he shrugged you off by not saying your exact score. “ Goodnight Y/n” sleep soon overcoming you both .

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Part 2

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JJK || Symphony

header by: @jjkeverlast

pairing: maestro!jungkook x fem!cellist!reader

wc: 5K

summary: You have the hots for your music professor, and he wants you, but it could just be all in your head.

tags: professor x student trope, oneshot, dom!jungkook, strangers to lovers, eventually they get married but that's only mentioned at the end

warnings: smut (18+), fingering, masturbation (m&f), oral (m receiving), tongue-sucking, vocal kink, some praise kink, some corruption kink, dacryphilia, rough sex turned soft, unprotected sex* (don't do this), creampie! <3, explicit language,

a/n: aaahhhh hahahaha! I only planned on this being like 2K long. Oh well. Enjoy it.

The yellow-tinted windows of the cathedral in the early morning are heavenly. The beams of light land on the rustic wooden floors of the place of worship, falling upon the upright pews and catching particles of dust traveling aimlessly within this space.

You are the very first to arrive in your uniform, a simple black dress with black flats and no attention-grabbing jewelry that might distract from this morning's performance. After all, the brilliance of the pieces that are about to float from your fingertips should be enough to capture the ears of the esteemed service-goers.

The choir is late, but that's to be expected. They always are. It is the fault of the director, Mr.Kim, who has an oversleeping problem that he refuses to admit in fear of getting his contract with this particular church terminated.

That being said, you have seen advertisements for a new choir director on campus at your university. Only, the job description says that it only pays half of what Mr.Kim claims he makes.

This morning, you are performing select pieces from a famous mass. Although it was not necessarily required of you, you've memorized at least a few measures of the Gloria and some of the Kyrie. It came as a second nature to you after years of careful study.

Your binder is tucked away under your arm as you approach the stage, where the chairs are aligned in perfect position. The sound of your heels thudding against the floor revertebrate throughout the room as you walk forward, a speck in the expanse of the historic cathedral.

Your rhythm is interrupted by the sound of five musicians making loud conversation as they enter through the doors of the church, some voices familiar, some not. Admittedly, you did jerk at the sudden sound of the hefty doors opening.

At least now, you are sure you are awake. You sit down at your chair, humbly, and unzip your cello from its case to tune.

The musicians laugh and chat in the lobby, a plastic cup of water in their hands as they arbitrarily articulate irrelevant stories that come to mind as they please.

Secretly, you have a longing for that sort of thing. You'd never go so far as to approach the group, but you admire their carefree nature. A proper musician must establish these connections within an orchestra. Despite knowing this, you stay silent, far too timid to even begin.

"--No! I cannot do this again!" Maestro Min bursts through the side entrance of the stage. He is yelling passionately into his phone, on a tangent. "I can't. I cannot. You would have to fire me on the spot before you drag me back to that place, and I stand by that!"

Your eyes widen in alarm at what you're hearing. It would be an understatement to say that Dr.Min has never in a million years screamed like that in his life.

"No. End of story." He angrily smashes his index against the hang up button on his phone and slips it into his back pocket. With a deep, annoyed sigh, he scavanges his pockets for a conducting wand. Once he finds it, he pulls it out and glances up at what should have been a prepared orchestra.

Instead, he finds only you, gazing at him with big eyes and a concerned snarl.

"Fuck. Fuck it." He wipes his face. "I cannot. I can't do this today, I can't do this ever. I quit."

The tantrum finally catches the attention of the chattering woodwinds, unaware of the impact of their tardiness.

That's how you end up conductor-less in the middle of your spring season during your second year completing your Master's degree.

Administration did not handle it well, to say the least. There are not many candidates who qualify for such a job. The sub-par salary of a Maestro is secondary to the attachments and connections built throughout their career.

There is no such demand.

Hopelessly, you carried on studying solo pieces that only barely challenged your musucianship. In vain, you picked up your bow and practiced familiar techniques that you waywardly decided on revisiting.

The entire month of April was wasted in practice rooms, performing pieces that would never reach any established musician's ear. The baritone thrum of the cello became a synonym to the sad fate of a musician without an audience.

It wasn't until May that one of the chatty woodwinds mentioned something that peaked your interest.

"Did you hear what happened to Mr.Kim?!" Emilia shrieked in devilish delight. "He got fired on the spot when they found out what he was doing with the fundraiser money."

The others gathered around the girl, intrigued by the news.

"Really?! So now we're down two music professors in one semester," you cut through the noise, livid.

Emilee shakes her head, smirking. "I was getting to that part! You didn't let me finish, girlie." Her eyes scan the room, allowing for the anticipation to build. "They've finally replaced him!"

A collective gasp overcomes the room.

"And!" She shrieks. "And-- He's also going to be our new Maestro!"

The room erupts into deafening cheering, causing you to cringe and block your ears.

You escape the overwhelming sound in the hallway of the performing arts building, where you find a tall stranger standing in front of the events board.

He appears to stare wistfully at the unrealized events pinned to the corkboard, humming thoughtfully as he browses the selection of performances. "Hmmm..."

You would normally ignore him, but your ride home wouldn't be here for another hour and you felt like taking a chance. "Excuse me?"

He turns his head back in surprise. "Hm?! Oh! Do you go here? I mean, are you an arts student?"

Kind of a ridiculous question, but who are you to judge a stranger. He looked lost. "Yes," you answer, quickly.

"Ohh...and how is that?" He asks, flirtatiously. You weren't sure if he meant to say it that way, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt and ignored his question altogether.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" You pivot, confused.

"No, no. I was just hired. I'm going to be conducting the choir and orchestra here, so I thought I would, uh," Jungkook gestures towards the board, "catch up on the happenings."

Holy shit, this is your new Maestro? He looks 23. "You look 23," you whisper under your breath.

"I'm...25, actually," he laughs.

You wince. What the hell.

"I am so sorry. I did not mean to say that out loud, at all. It just wasn't an appropriate thing of me to say, just..." you wave your hands around, grabbing excuses out of the air.

"No, No." He emphasizes. "Do not worry about it. I do get it all the time. I just pulled a few strings to get here. Trust me, I'm just as qualified as you might be to be doing all this," he sighs, briefly reflecting on his decisions.

"Haha! Yeah," you speak through your teeth.

"Yeah, so," Jungkook clears his throat, "I'm gonna head into the room, introduce myself...and hopefully, we'll see each other tomorrow?" He double checks.

"Tomorrow. Every weekday and Saturday," you affirm.

"Great! See you then. Bye, Y/N," he nods and walks past you, into the orchestra room.

That night, when you're alone and the only light there is is that of the candles burning on your desk, you find yourself thinking of him.

The gentle glow of the fire creates shadows on your body as your hands caress the skin beneath them. Breath fills your lungs as you inhale deeply, the scent of clean linen reminding you of tranquility.

Deep within your thoughts, lies a seed of pleasure planted by him. You discover it there, and linger on the idea of developing it.

Blind pleasure does not adhere to the rules of morality, no matter how society restrains it. This is true for all perverse attractions. Why should this be the exception?

With careful hands, you begin touching yourself. Your body expands to welcome the touch as a relaxed smile warmly paints your face. "Mmh," you sigh, a dull, heated tension growing inside you.

His palms were so big. You retrace where your mind went initially when you first glanced at them. He wore rings, all of them silver but each of them unique. Jungkook would plunge his middle and ring finger into your cunt effortlessly and praise you as he did it for taking them so well.

Your breath stutters as you quicken your pace. Moans spill from your mouth in quiet whimpers, your eyebrows knitting together in a gratifying pleasure.

You imagine the way he spoke to you was no mistake, that he wanted you more than anything at that very moment. That he would press his thigh between your legs and make you ride him in that very hallway.

"Ah, fuck," you mouth, your heart stammering against your chest as you indulge further down into the realm of your fantasies. "Hh~"

Just then, his voice appears in your head. "You're so desperate..."

Yes, you are.

"Just for me."

With a jolt, you squeeze your eyes shut and ride out your reward. "Fuck-- ohhh, fuck," you sigh.

This is gonna be a problem.

The next morning comes too quickly. You're practically falling out of your seat during the beginning of practice. Slouching has no place in an orchestra. Reminding yourself of this, you quietly straighten up and take another long sip of your morning iced tea.

Around you, people are relaxing and collectively wondering of the new Maestro's actual ability to conduct an adult orchestra full of master's students. Little did you know that Jungkook was about to prove himself right before your eyes.

From the minute he entered the room, he demanded the attention of you and your peers.

He stands over the music stand, his eyes scouring the paper for a particular measure. "Page 74, measure 224. Let me hear those violas and that rhythmic motif," he directs, his face buried in his score.

The violas hurry to that very particular measure. Once everybody has found it, Jungkook makes eye contact with the first chair, and begins conducting jubilantly.

After a few seconds of imperfect playing, he nods his head to the side and puts down his conducting wand. "Okay," he grumbles, grabbing his pencil and annotating the page directly.

He lifts his eyes up and greets the percussion with a warm grin. "A few measures before that, please. Pick up to 220."

So, the drum major makes eye contact with Maestro Jeon, watching closely for tempo and then begins to play.

This time, Jungkook is pleased with the result, so he does not write anything down. Instead, he greets the lower strings, including you.

It takes everything in you not to choke on your spit then and there. You're a section leader, so, obviously, he looks at you to indicate your entrance. "C'mon, Y/N. Measure 224 with the violas. Watch for rhythm," he smiles, encouragingly.

You glance down at your score and then back up at Jungkook and then back at your score. You're lost, but you go for it anyways.

The phrase floats smoothly. Trust in the rehearsed version of this otherwise complex motif is essential. You must rely on instinct.

It's over before you realize, and you're left only with Jungkook's reaction. He wears a slight, impressed frown. It's satisfactory.

"Well done. It seems as if the violas have corrected their earlier mistake and we will not need to work on this section today," Jungkook announces to the orchestra, collectively. "Instead, I'll take this time to introduce myself to the class."

So, Jungkook pulls up a wooden stool from near the door and sits on it with his hands folded. He rolls up his sleeves for his own comforts sake. It is significantly hotter inside the room today. It's only then that you notice he is heavily tattooed on his right arm.

You bite your lip and zone out for a good minute just staring at the intricacies of his tattoos.

Suddenly, classroom erupts in a lighthearted laughter with a few people glancing over at you.

"Hmmm?" You hum, looking around. "Did I miss something, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Jungkook shakes his head. "We were all just talking about your tendency to have your head up in the clouds."

You aren't offended. It is true that you tend to get carried away at times, especially when your new Maestro is this handsome. "Oh, haha! Yeah."

Cheeky giggles scatter throughout the orchestra before the room settles down.

You clear your throat and reach for the bottle of water at your feet, taking a few gulps before putting it back down and refocusing.

Jungkook rubs his palms together and sighs. "Right! So that's me. I hope all of you extend out your hand to me throughout the following weeks, as I am new and I have absolutely no idea what I am doing yet," he laughs. The room laughs with him.

"I'm just kidding. I've got things to prepare for the chamber choir, in my office. The rest of class time is yours and please don't be afraid to reach out to me." Jungkook gestures towards a smaller office space to the left of the practice room.

He scans the orchestra with his eyes once more, curiously before standing up from his chair and disappearing into the room, walking with purpose towards his new desk.

You're fixated on the door for a few seconds before your thoughts wander elsewhere. Honestly, wonder if you've embarrassed yourself. The thought is haunting. If you've given a bad first impression, the next two years will surely be a living hell.

You are dragged back to reality by the sound of the afternoon bells.

The classroom gradually gathers their instruments and their binders and make their way to the front of the room with their bags and personal belongings with minimal talking.

Without appearing too distraught, you, too, pick up your things and leave.

The door is blocked by lingering people, so you have to wait a bit before exiting. This, however, gives you a perfect view into the new Maestro's office.

It might have been just your impression. In fact, you're sure it's just your impression, but...

Jungkook lifted his eyes from his paperwork, only for a second, and winked at you.

You whip your head around in an attempt to verify it with someone who saw it too.

Nobody did.

Jungkook is accustomed to working late nights. As a graduate student, he would pull all-nighters at local grub spots just to get his work done on time. It wasn't uncommon for him in the least.

He ended up in his new office until seven at night. At that point, it would take him thirty minutes to get home and he'd be asleep by nine.

Jungkook groans, leaning back into his chair. It's deafeningly quiet. He should have just taken all the papers home where he could listen to the music or have something on in the background.

Regretting his decision to stay so late, he organizes the work he has completed and sets it off to the side. He pats himself down, standing up from his seat and checking if he still has his keys on him.

Once he's made sure he has everything in order for the next day, he locks both his office door and the practice room door and makes his way down the dark hallway toward the staff parking lot.

He starts his car and huffs out a tired "there we go." Jungkook glances over at his passenger seat and at his binder. "Ahhh...fuck."

Jungkook parks his car in front of a Brooklyn-style pizza joint outside of his apartment complex. He climbs out of the car, the streetlights creating streaks of white light against the glass.

He stumbles inside with his hands in his pockets and gazes up, only to find that there is no menu.

The cashier stands with her arms tucked in to one another, patiently waiting for him to order in her worn apron.

"Just one slice of cheese and a coke," he shrugs.

"A single cheese and a coke, that'll be five dollars," she replies. Fair enough.

At home, you're sitting on your bed with your legs crossed, watching re-runs in your pajamas. You hug a bowl of popcorn between your thighs. It's sprinkled with white cheddar. A gust of wind carries the rain to your window, causing a pattering sound.

"But-- I love you, Stacey," A man from the television says in a transatlantic accent. He's standing under a veranda, next to a shop window that advertises discounted haircuts.

"I-I love you too, Brad," the woman hesitates.

"Do you?!" He's brought to tears. "Or do you love Chad?!"

In a dramatic turn of events, a man who you could only assume was Chad steps out from the shadows and confronts the woman alongside Brad.

"W-what?!" She gasps.

"That's right! I know you've been sleeping with Chad this entire time. You're a vixen and a-- a whore!" Brad screams.

Stacey shakes her head and grabs Brad's coat in a desperate attempt to reconcile with him. They argue for a bit and the screen pans to a view of the city as the credits roll.

"Pff, that's dumb," you criticize, changing the channel, casually.

"And now, it's time for America's favorite game show-- Wheel Of Fortune!"

"Oh, okay," you shrug, plunging your hand back into the popcorn bowl, grabbing a handful and bringing it up to your face.

"Today's category is..."

"Oh, I wonder what it's gonna be," you wonder, snacking on another handful of popcorn.

"Pick up lines to use on your professor!"

You choke. Huh?

"That's right! This broadcast is brought to you by Mr.Jeon Jungkook who wants Y/N from Lakeview to stop being a pussy and ask him out!"

Your jaw drops open. "Whatthefuck," you mouth. You lean forward towards the television.

"Whoaaa...sounds like she needs to wake up from her dream, right, Vanna?"

"Right. Pat!" She smiles, giggling flirtaciously.

Pat laughs, and that's when you realize the rain has stopped. It's now daytime outside, as if hours had passed in an instant.

"Fuck, I'm dreaming!"

You jump awake, glancing over at your digital clock. It's the middle of the night, but there's no way you're sleeping again after that nightmare.

So, you swing your legs over the bed and walk off to the kitchen to get some water.

Jungkook was passed out cold on the couch. He barely had time to undo his tie from the moment he sat down to when he drifted away to a deep sleep. His body spread across the furniture with his bag still in-hand, he snored softly as meaningless dreams filled his mind.

It wasn't until four in the morning when he jerked awake in a panic, worried he had overslept.

"Mmmgh...fuck," he groans, looking over at the moon blinding him through the livingroom window. He's not gonna be able to sleep again.

Knowing this, he straightens himself out on the couch and turns on the television so the apartment doesn't sound so empty. He switches through a couple channels before settling on a romantic drama.

"Oh," he hums. It's a guilty pleasure of his to enjoy this sort of thing. Some might call it soft, but he didn't care. Romance helps one be more in-tune with their feminine side. Plus, the leads were usually super cute.

He's never heard of this one before, though.

Imagine his surprise when you appear on-screen, right in front of him.

"...huh?" He laughs in disbelief. "That's y/n. I didn't know she was an actress?" You are, in fact, not an actress. Curious, he follows the story.

In this episode, you fall into the arms of a handsome CEO who is known for his cool demeanor, but who is weak in the knees for only you.

Jungkooks tongue pokes his cheek in jealousy. He leans forward, his eyes narrowing. They go slightly out of focus, and when they come back in, the actress' face is completely different.

"...what?" He stumbles. He clicks rewind on his remote control and starts the episode over, watching for the face of the actress.

It was never you.

Jungkook rubs his eyes and shrugs it off as if it was some glitch in the matrix. However, now that you're in his head...you're not leaving.

Instead, he starts thinking about just how cute you were yesterday. You were definitely staring. He knew it. Your face when he winked at you earlier was priceless. It made him wonder exactly how you felt towards him.

In a man's mind, any girl who looks at him that way most definitely fantasizes about him roughly fucking her pussy until she cums hard.

Again.

Again, and again.

Until it's plugged with his cum. Until it flows out of your slutty hole like a sticky stream.

He wonders if he could catch you after practice some time. Bend you over easily and shove himself inside of you before you could ever question what he's doing. That clueless expression, realization, and then reaction would be to die for.

Jungkook bites his lip, his heartbeat quickening. He adjusts his pants, releasing his cock from them and stroking himself lackadaisically. He leans back into the couch and spaces out again, thinking of your lips around it.

"Fuck yes, ohhh fuck yeah," he hisses, imagining it all the way in the back of your throat. Your tongue would do wonders on his underside. He imagines you making small, desperate sounds as he uses your throat to get off. "Gonna be a good girl for me, hm? After all, you are first chair. Such an obedient slut," he groans into a smile.

His mouth gapes open as he shakingly rides his first, his eyes squeezed shut. "Mm! Mm, mm, mmhh mmmh," he grunts, languidly fucking his cock into his wide palm. "Fuck! Fuck, ohhh fuck," he breaks, stuttering his hips until his cum flows from his tip down his monstrous length.

"!! Shit! These are my business pants!" He snaps his eyes open, realizing his nice pair of slacks are now stained with his horny cum.

He laughs at himself, slapping one hand on his face. "Idiot."

The next morning, Jungkook attends practice in jeans. It's a questionably appropriate fashion choice, in your humble opinion, but he still looks really nice in them. They're a light wash with no rips, and he's paired them with a flowing, white shirt that looks slightly oversized.

You hum, just admiring his effortlessly sexy look before opening your binder to the indicated measure and playing the part you had rehearsed yesterday, and the continuing on to the next movement with no hesitation.

He looks extremely professional throughout the whole thing, conducting as if it were his first language. Jeon Jungkook lives for the music, and his previous studies at Berklee and then Julliard show that. He's an established man with many talents, and that's what incredibly enticing about him.

He shows it in the way he interacts with the pieces he conducts and teaches. The dedication put into both authenticity and ingenious invention is derivative of mastery.

Practice ends on time. You're satisfied with your work.

You rise from your seat, discreetly checking your chair to make sure you haven't made any patch on your chair. It's a little embarrassing, but very necessary to save from further embarrassment.

In the process, you're completely unaware that your underwear is visible to him.

Everyone else is spilling out of the doors. Class has disbursed, and there's no need for you to stick around…so why do you?

"Mmmh, Miss Y/L/N," Jungkook slurs. "You've stayed behind."

"Hm? Oh…sorry, I'm gonna be a little late out today, then," you playfully dismiss him, still gathering your thing with your skirt up towards him. You're oblivious to it, obviously.

"Oh, because," Jungkook smirks. "You look like you need something from me. Don't you?" He rises from his chair and climbs the long, flat stairs leading up to your humble seat.

"...No, not that I know of, Mr.Jeon. I'm okay. I've got my music and my instrument is tuned, and I–"

Your eyes glance upwards and Jungkook is glaring at you like you're his next meal. Lord have mercy.

Your face is right where his crotch is, hovering above it. From this angle, your eyes look pleading. You swallow hard.

"You can touch me however you like. You look wet," Jungkook pulls his hands from his pockets and gestures towards your pathetic little skirt.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr.Jeon– it happens sometimes and I don't want you to get the wrong idea–"

"I'm not stupid, Y/N," he rolls his eyes and takes a hold of your face roughly with his right hand. "I want to satisfy your cunt. Give me that honor, won't you?"

Within seconds, he's peeling back what's left of your panties and plunging his thick fingers in your pussy, stroking you while you're stuffing your mouth full of his dick.

You whimper, bobbing your head on it as you choke a little from just how thick it is. It fills your throat unlike anything else, your tongue wrapping around the heavy length and sucking it desperately.

You hollow your cheeks to take it deeper, swallowing around it as you feel your eyes and nose pinch and flood with tears. You breathe through your nose.

Jungkook forces your mouth down on him, strings of groans flowing from his mouth as he mimics your rhythm, pumping his digits into your needy cunt.

Your clit spasms as you feel him stretching you like that. "Mh~!" You whimper, gushing around his digits, coating them as they glide inside you. "Ohh mm~!"

Jungkook snaps his hips up, thrashing roughly into your mouth before he pulls you off of him. "Sit on my dick," he rasps.

You latch off and sit on his lap.

"The fuck did I say?" He scoffs. He pulls your hips on to him and rips your panties to shove his dick into your dripping cunt.

You yelp, pouting at the new stimulation. "Shut up–" he pulls you into a heated kiss, his wet tongue exploring your mouth in curious detail. "Mmm! Mmm," he moans.

He uses his hands to push and pull your hips and roll himself into you, grinding in small, mind-bending circles. "Feel it stretch you, relax…let me fuck you," he pants.

He picks up his pace.

"Oh– fuck! Fuck, fuck– Jungkook!" You whine. "Mmmm!"

Tears threaten your eyes as you hump him in desperation, mindlessly riding his cock.

"Are you gonna cry for it?" He buzzes against your lips. "Are you gonna cry for my dick? So good, yeah? Good girl…"

You roll your eyes, smiling, completely dumbified by his words. "Yeahh~ yeah–" you sing. "Mh~…"

He sucks on your tongue, disregarding your ruined lips and thrashing himself into you. His hands squeeze your ass for stability, his grip strengthening with each stroke.

"Aaah~" a deep groan rips through him. Your eyes widen, your breath quickening as you feel your orgasm build.

You squeeze your eyes shut, pulling Jungkook's hands from your ass to your greedy clit.

Jungkook breaks into a relieved smile and starts playing with your swollen bud, rubbing you with his careful fingertips. "Mmm~!" You moan, euphorically. "Ohhh…yeah~"

Your hands rest against his chest, kissing him wildly as your orgasm washes over you quickly, causing you to flutter around his dick. He stutters, holding your body to his as he pumps you full of his cum with a staggering thrust.

You sigh, simultaneously. You run your fingers through his hair and put your forehead to his. "That felt so good, I needed that…" you admit, smiling softly.

"You needed that? So did I," Jungkook pants back. "I had a weird hallucination about it."

"I had a dream about it!" You reply, delighted.

"I'm so glad we fucked," he laughs. "We're like the same age though. It's not weird, either."

"Not at all," you reply.

After a minute of getting your heartbeats down to a normal pace and soft kissing, you start to get cleaned up with whatever Jungkook has in his teacher's bag.

He wriggles back into his pants while you wonder how the hell you're going to walk to your car without underwear on.

"You ripped…my underwear," you mention, meekly. "I can't just go commando to my car…"

"Oh, shit…well if it isn't the consequences of my own actions!" Jungkook scratches his head. "Do you mind staying here while I go to the store and get some?"

"Uhm…"

"Wouldn't that be suspicious, though? Me, a grown man, going to a Walmart to buy a two-for-one women's panty set?" Jungkook asks, in all seriousness.

"Yeah, honestly…it might be," you grimace.

"Ah, it's what I get," he shrugs, zipping up his bag. "I'll be back. I'll drop you off later."

From then on, it became a nightly thing. To relieve stress, you stayed behind afterschool to fuck him mercilessly in the practiceroom.

That is, until the janitor caught you and reported you to the school.

Nowadays, you fuck in his apartment. And you're not just Ms.Y/L/N anymore. You're Mrs.Jeon.

a/n: here you gooooo

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[koostarcandy]

hi can i pls req a jungkook fic based on when you’re ready by shawn mendes? thank u !!!

whole world - jk x reader

pairing: pining!jungkook x fem!oc (unnamed)

summary: jungkook hopes you know his intense feelings towards you. alternative? jungkook would wait 10 years if it means to be with you.

genre: fluff

wc: 680 words

a/n: shawn mendes has got some really good songs ㅠㅠ requests are open because I can't look at textbooks all day long 😃👍🏼uh jaykay is very pining here (idk how you say it English but it makes sense in my head okay) it's not as bad as you think it is but it did take me 2 days to write so🕳🏃🏽‍♀️ also, I left it open cause why not?

jungkook thinks you're like all the seasons, combined.

early spring, where the flowers are slowly blooming and the air is filled with the giddiness at the prospect of summer. you're eager to pick out tiny daisies to make flower crowns for the both of you, always on the lookout for cute animals to capture pinterest worthy pictures.

you're the soft sunshine brightening up his life, the relief of mid-day rain during the peak heat and he can only hope you know that he loves spending spring with you.

summer, filled with popsicles and frequent trips to the pool. there's tons of polaroids on jungkook's desk, left by you so he can put it in their designated albums. you're always dragging him to carnivals and fairs, summer nights a haze and memorable with you.

you're like the cool and chill nights, that brings relief after the sweltering heat. he hopes that, years down the lane, you're looking at these precious albums with him, old and wrinkly and happy.

when it comes to autumn, jungkook loves the fact that you go up and beyond to get "cuddly" clothes, getting matching ones to even pair up with his dear doberman, bam. you're always stomping the crunchy colourful leaves with him, silent content at the sound.

like the sudden gusts of wind which remind him that fall season is here, you're in the tight hands held and close proximity to ensure there's enough warmth for everybody. he hopes that, years down the lane, he's still holding your hand in his, enjoying the crisp air with you.

in brisk winter, jungkook knows you'll find a hundred reasons and more to make delectable hot chocolate, decorated with your favourite fluffy tiny marshmellows. you make it a point to see the first snow with him, turning it into an impromptu snowball fight.

like how children's eyes light up when they get their christmas presents, you're the sparkle that everyone looks for when it comes to the holidays, especially jungkook. he hopes that, when the time comes, you'll be passing down the sparkle, making the whole world a better place. just like how you do to his.

jimin is flabbergasted, speechless and most importantly, shocked at the audacity of his best friend, now drunk.

"jimin-ssi," a drunk jungkook wails, "what do i do?"

jungkook might not know it and he might not even care, but the stares garnered and projected to them, even though they're in a private booth of the bar, makes jimin think twice about his life choices.

it takes everything in him to not up and get out, frankly tired of how blind his jungkookie can be.

"you want her to stay with you, yes?" jimin asks slowly.

jungkook nods furiously, drunk sleepy eyes suddenly widening. "that goes without saying! of course, i want that!"

jungkook's precious hyung winces slightly at the rise of volume but he goes on anyway, "so why don't you just ask her out?"

the pining boy shakes his head so fast and quickly, jimin thinks it might fall off. "she's not interested in me like that, she never has been and I've seen it, hyungie." jungkook nods solemnly, flicking open the cap of soju and pouring himself a shot and downing it.

"but i'll wait for her. like i always do and i don't mind that at all."

jimin stares at him, mind reeling from the rant jungkook had gone on you being "all seasons combined" after hearing the song 'four seasons' play in the bar. the poor man massages his temples with one hand, the other fisting to meet jungkook's buff arm, softly punching him repeatedly.

"you blind, utter, foolish, dumbass!"

"i'm sure you're right but why?!"

jimin heaves the biggest sigh he's let out around jungkook and that's saying something. "you said that you're sure she's not interested in you. at all?"

jungkook mimics his hyung, sighing and grabbing the soju bottle, "jimin-ssi, how many times do I have to tell you? she isn't-"

"if she isn't, then why does she look at you like you're her whole world?"

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[jvngkook97]

So basically I’m thinking of one with like Jungkook and like it’s teacherxstudent and obv he’s the teacher and the reader and him are like enemies, but idfk 😭 😭 😭 smthing happens and theirs like a lot of angst bc I’m a angst lover 😍😍😍😍 You can choose what happens next and you can add smut if u’d like to ♥️

It could also be Namjoon because he just screams Sexy Teacher

~ K

Stain

synopsis; in which you meet the love of your life at the wrong time.

pairing; professor!Namjoon x student!reader ft. student!jungkook

genre; angst, fluff, humor, s2l, l2e, professor au, student au, college au

warnings; cursing, heavy angst, minor age gap but still within legal age (Namjoon is 28, reader is 23), student x teacher relationship (kind of you’ll see), implied smut but nothing graphic, some fluffy moments ~

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 4,366

a/n; let me just say…IT WAS SO HARD TO CHOOSE. And most importantly: I do not condone any type of student x teacher relationship and even though they’re both of legal age in this fic, it still doesn’t make it right (in my opinion, no hate pls) with that being said if this isn’t your cup of tea that’s ok!! pls skip this one and check out my masterlist of other fics you may be interested in!! just be sure to read the warnings before you continue! enough rambling, enjoy!!

When you first saw him, it was by chance. More of a fleeting moment, really. One that’s common between two strangers.

When he actually saw you, he saw art come to life in front of his eyes.

When your worlds finally collide, it brings nothing but chaos.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

That was the only word running through your mind as you pumped your legs, willing them to push through the ache and pain you currently felt as you dodged people left and right muttering a half-assed apology over your shoulder. The bus you were trying to catch was only a few yards ahead of you, hope filled your mind, air filled your lungs, and you made it just in the nick of time to stop the doors from closing with your hand.

The driver gives you the stink eye, but ultimately doesn’t have a say when you pay the bus fine for the day. All he does is grunt in greeting, jerking his head back towards the seats as a gesture for you to hurry it up and sit down.

You don’t have to be told twice.

Trying your best to keep your focus ahead of you, you let your peripheral scan the options of seats available. You see one near the back of the bus and make an instant beeline to it. On the way, the glare of the sun through the windows blinds you momentarily, enough for you to stop walking, hand falling on the corner of the seat next to you in order to keep yourself balanced when the bus starts moving.

A male sitting in the seat just behind is wearing a brown corduroy coat, heavily focused on the inky black words that adorn the tattered, worn book he’s reading. The way he holds it let’s you know it has to be one of his favorites, and when a ghost of a smile cracks on his closed lips, it breaks you out of your reverie, a slight tint appearing to your cheeks when you think you’ve been caught staring. When his eyes stay down as he flips another page, you allow yourself to hastily walk pass him and sit down in the vacant seat unnoticed.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You don’t see him again until a few days later, and this time, you’re not alone.

A slender, tattooed finger flicks you on the forehead and you blink harshly, flinching back from the sudden digit and glaring at the male who is bent over in front of you laughing to himself at your pain.

“You are such an arse, Jungkook.”

“It’s not my fault that you zone out so deeply every time you come across an artwork you like and it’s impossible to reel you back into reality!”

You blow a raspberry at him. He blows one back.

The crowd within the museum is surprisingly thick, probably due to the latest still life exhibit by Elias Whitley, a promising up and coming artist and photographer. The only way you were able to see it, and be there, was to ditch school for a day. Something, your best friend didn’t mind doing at all.

However, if he knew it was going to be such a bore, he would’ve just stayed in class.

“I’m going to snack at the finger foods table until they tell me to stop, you good on your own?”

“I’m good, thank you. Just don’t get kicked out, please.”

“No promises.”

With a wink and finger guns, he’s lost within the throe of people around you. You sigh softly to yourself, and turn to walk further into the crowd. Your goal is to make it to one of his latest art pieces, one that you’ve come to personally vibe with yourself. Upon making it, you take your time with scanning each and every paint stroke you can see.

What originally drew you to it was the colors he used, much different than those he would normally utilize. This one was a multitude of purples, pinks, oranges, yellows, and blacks. It almost looked something akin to a sunset being mirrored by the ocean that you would see on the horizon. Tilting your head, you get a different angle, hip unknowingly jutting out a little too far and bumping another fellow art lover next to you.

You immediately straighten up with an apology on your lips that gets cut off midway when you see the male in front of you. Or, if you’re being more technical, you see his brown corduroy jacket first before slowly trailing your eyes up said jacket to meet his for the first time.

His smile is subtle, but friendly.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re just trying to see the art in a different perspective, I can respect that. I take it you’re a fan of Mr. Whitley?”

You blink once, twice, before your mouth finally catches up with your brain.

“I–Yes! I only recently found him off of a blog I love to follow, they travel to different exhibits and give thoughtful critiques that I tend to agree with.”

“Oh?” His brows raise in intrigue. “Who is this person you follow?”

“Well, I’m not sure his actual name, but I can give you his name handle if you’d like?”

“That’s perfect.”

“Okay–just—“ you fumble in your clutch purse for the pen you always keep just incase, as well as a little notepad. You scrawl down the name of the blog and rip off the page it’s written on, handing it to him.

He gives a low hum of approval as he reads it, nodding his head. A sly smile slowly forms, before his eyes look up from the paper to once again link with yours.

“I also agree with this ‘rkives’ critiques.”

Your mouth forms an ‘o’, and you can feel the excitement build in you for having found someone to share your enthusiasm with.

“Wait, really? You’ve heard of them as well?”

“Him.”

A confused smile forms on your lips.

“How do you know it’s a guy?”

He’s silent for a moment, looking down at his phone as he types away at something. For a second, he scrolls, searching for something unknown to you. When he finds it, does he turn the front of his phone to face you. It’s an article about the blog you follow, but that’s not what catches your eye.

“No way.”

What you see is a blown up image of the person behind the blog at the bottom of the article and low and behold — he’s standing right in front of you.

He smiles, amused at your reaction, before stuffing his phone back in his jacket pocket.

“I am such a big fan of yours, holy shit.”

He chuckles, a dimple you didn’t notice before forming in the crease of his smile.

“Thank you. That means a lot. Would you like to possibly walk the rest of the exhibit together?”

“Yes!” He holds out his arm for you take, and just like that, the rest of the time at the exhibit passes by in a blur of deep talks, art styles, artist favorites, and detailed critiques from the mouth of your favorite blogger.

It’s not until the crowds begin to thin out, and the loudspeaker announces the end of the exhibit do you both make your way back to the entrance doors.

He holds the door open for you to walk through, both of you now outside in the chilly air of winter. Your breaths mingle together as you talk, and you try your best not to sound as sad as you feel for not wanting the night to end.

“I guess this is it. Thank you so much for humoring a fan, I can’t wait to see what else you post!”

A light hue blossoms on his cheeks, but whether it’s from the bitter, crisp air, or something else, you’re not sure. He clears his throat, then gives you an offer you can’t refuse.

“Would you maybe want to grab a cup of coffee with me? Or tea? Whichever you prefer, it’s on me.” His voice is hopeful, and when he sees the light in your eyes appear again, he feels his chest burst with a warmth.

“I would love too, really, but I just–,” he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, and you can see it yourself as his body begins to deflate in front of you. It makes your soul hurt. But you need to figure out where Jungkook is before you just decide to ditch him.

Mustering up a vibrant smile, you explain.

“I came here with my friend, Jungkook, and I need to make sure he’s okay before I can agree to go with you, is all.”

Something akin to jealousy flashes across his eyes momentarily, his own smile still plastered on his face. He swallows it down with a look of understanding, which he does – understand your reasoning that is – it’s common decency of course. The thoughtful gesture you show only fuels the butterflies in his stomach as he stares at you.

“Right, yeah. Of course.”

“Just give me one second–,”

You go to your favorites in your phone, pressing down on Jungkook’s name, then put the phone to your ear as you hear it ring. It takes two rings, before his voice is blaring in your ear with a sense of urgency.

“Where have you been, you idiot?! I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all night!”

You purse your lips, feeling terrible for worrying him. Especially when you notice the flurry of texts and calls you failed to notice while with your new friend, forgetting that you set your phone to silent upon entering the exhibit due to not wanting to disturb those around you with unnecessary noise.

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook. Where are you at? I’m at the exhibit entrance–,”

“I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up. You gape at the phone in disbelief. He never hangs up on you.

“Is he okay?”

For a moment, you’re lost in your guilt, the male in front of you becoming invisible.

“He’s fine. He’s on his way here.”

“Y/N!”

A jog of light footsteps could be heard from behind you, and you turn just in time to get enveloped into a warm chest. His arms wrapping around your small frame easily. You let out an ‘oof’ upon contact, your own arms reflexively hugging his waist.

You can feel his body sag in relief, an exhale of a sigh from him makes the top of your hair warm for a split second within the cool, night air. Your words become mumbled against his chest as you speak.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, koo.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

You smack him lightly on the back in retaliation to his words. He chuckles into your hair before letting you go. Then, you watch as his face becomes stoic, body becoming rigid. His eyesight is no longer on you, and that’s when you remember that you’re not alone.

“Oh! This is–,” you flush, embarrassed you don’t know the mystery male’s name after all this time.

“Just call me Namjoon. It’s nice to meet you.”

He politely holds his hand out for Jungkook to shake, which he does, reluctantly, grip firm as well as eye contact. You watch them both with a hesitant smile.

“Jungkook.” His voice is tight. As soon as their hands disconnect, does he make a point of standing flush to your side.

“And you must be, y/n.” Namjoon’s eyes have a twinkle in them, you think. The way your name sounds coming from his mouth sends goosebumps across your skin. “It’s been a pleasure, truly, but now that you’re in safe hands–,” his eyes cut from yours to Jungkook’s with a knowing look between the males, one you’re uncertain of, before he finishes speaking. “I’ll bid you both goodnight.”

With a light bow, and warm smile, he turns to leave–

–until he’s stopped by a warm hand around his wrist.

“Wait!”

He stops, half turning to face you, one brow raised in question and a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Yes?”

“That coffee, would you maybe want to meet up tomorrow morning?”

“Sure–,”

“Y/N, you have s–,” Jungkook attempts to chime in, but you throw a harsh glare his way that has him shutting up instantly.

Namjoon waits until you’re gaze is back on him before he continues, now fully facing you once again, handing his phone over to you that’s unlocked.

“If you type in your phone number I’ll text you later so we can discuss meeting up further.”

Typing in your phone number, you triple check it’s correct before handing it back to him, fingers touching for a fleeting moment that sends pleasant shockwaves through your body. The look in his eyes tells you that he felt the same thing.

Jungkook clears his throat harshly from behind you.

“We should go, y/n. It’s getting late.”

The two of you share one last goodbye, and then he’s gone, leaving you and Jungkook alone in front of the exhibit. When he’s no longer within eye sight, does Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence in warning.

“Y/N, are you sure about meeting that guy?”

You’re resolute with your answer, tone firm and confident as you continue to stare off in the direction of which you last saw Namjoon, a newfound sparkle in your eyes that makes Jungkook frown in worry at how hung up you are over a guy you just met.

“Yes.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Text me the code phrase if you want me to call and bail you out of your date. Do you remember it?”

“The Perilla leaf is stuck.”

“Good girl.”

You roll your eyes.

“I can feel you rolling your eyes. Don’t make me get into the Perilla leaf debate again.”

You groan.

“Please don’t. Look, I’m coming up to the coffee shop, I’ll call you when it’s over.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You hang up the phone, stuffing it in your purse, and scoff at Jungkook. That guy would try anything once, so his words mean nothing in that regards.

The bell jingles overhead as you push open the door, signaling to workers that a new customer has arrived. The elderly woman at the cash register greets you warmly with a smile.

“Welcome in!”

“Thank you!”

Your eyes scan the tables near you, and your heart begins to drop when you don’t see your date in sight. He didn’t seem like the type to stand people up, but you just never know. Deciding to take a seat next to the floor to ceiling windows, so you could people watch in the meantime, you fold your hands in your lap and wait.

Five minutes turns into fifteen, fifteen turns into thirty. Your hands fidget in your lap, eyes darting everywhere outside in hopes of even catching a glimpse of Namjoon.

Nothing.

You fish your phone back out of your purse to confirm that you did, in fact, get the date and timing right to meet today. You did. While looking down at your phone, the bell jingles. Your eyes flicker up with hope, and you sigh in relief when the familiar male locks eyes with you.

His face is full of guilt as he waves in greeting, long legs bringing him to your table of choice in no time. He pulls out his chair to sit down across from you, hands folding on top of the table.

“I’m so sorry for being late, I had to catch another bus.”

In his defense, you can see the small beads of sweat on his forehead as well as see the rise and fall of his chest, him doing his best not to show you exactly how exhausted he is from running here. Even though a part of you is upset at the late arrival, you can’t bring yourself to be mad at something you’ve been guilty of plenty of times in the past.

“Busses? Am I right? Woe is the life of the weary greyhound traveler.”

He chuckles humorlessly, but nods his head, agreeing with you.

“I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

“Nah.” You wave your hand dismissively. “Only about fifteen minutes. My bus was late too.” The lie came out so smoothly. You don’t know why you decided to lie. But when he gave you a dimpled grin, it made you feel pride in knowing you caused it.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Jungkook’s fingers tap on the top of your shared desk in your classroom for still life photography, his eyes borderline roll themselves into the back of his head with how harshly he’s doing it.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” You answer, eyes glued to the phone in your hands, fingers flying over the keyboard with expertise. A lovesick grin is on your face, and he grimaces at it.

“Looking at your phone like you want to make out with it. It’s disgusting.”

“You’re just jealous I’m getting laid and you’re not.”

He snorts, offended.

“Excuse you? If I wanted to get laid, I could get laid. Like, right now.”

You pat his knee with false empathy.

“I’m sure you could, koo, I’m sure you could.”

“You’re damn right! Tell me, what does tall and admittedly handsome have that I don’t–,”

He pauses, eyes widening at something you’re unsure of off to the side of you, suspiciously towards the front of the classroom. You follow his line of sight and let out a small gasp yourself at what you see.

‘What was he doing here?’

Well, you were about to get your question answered.

Namjoon walks to the front of the classroom, and stands directly in the middle of the ridiculously large whiteboard that takes up a full wall of the classroom, picking up a dry erase marker and writes his name elegantly on the board. As he writes each letter, he speaks, voice loud and professional.

“Hello, everyone. I’ll be taking over for Mrs. Lee starting today while she’s on maternity leave. My name is Kim Namjoon, but just call me Mr. Kim. Are there any questions?”

With one final stroke, he pivots on his heel and scans the crowd of college students in front of him. His smile is still prominent, until he unfortunately locks eyes with you, smile immediately falling and eyes widening in realization at your current predicament.

You’re dating your professor. What the f–

Your head falls into your arms on top of the desk and Jungkook awkwardly rubs your back in solidarity with your hidden suffering, all the other classmates oblivious to the life altering moment that just occurred.

‘Now what?’

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“So, you’re a college professor, huh?”

“And you’re a college student.”

“Quite the predicament you’re in.”

Both you and Namjoon turn to give Jungkook a look, he mimics zipping his lips and throwing away the key. The head he popped out of the kitchen slowly retreats back behind the wall, and he once again resumes his task of fetching everyone some herbal tea, knowing it’s your personal favorite.

You’re all off campus, the school day now over, and no longer needing to put up the facade of being strangers. Jungkook was oh so kind(not really you had to bribe him with doing his English lit homework for a month) enough to allow his small apartment to be the hideout of your now scandalous love affair.

“What exactly does this mean for us?”

He leans back against the couch, rubbing his hands down his face with disdain, a loud exhale escapes his parted lips as he dreads what he’s about to say to you. There’s only one solution to this conflict. And even though you know what he’s about to say yourself, it still doesn’t make it hurt any less.

These past seven months have been the happiest you’ve ever felt, being with Namjoon. Everyday he made a point to send you a picture of a new piece of art he’s found on his travels, especially when you’re not able to go with him. You used to always be more of a homebody, only going out when needed, like when Jungkook would force you. With Namjoon, however, he made you see the world differently.

It didn’t matter if you were just taking a stroll down a dark and dreary street in the rain, he always had some kind of poetic or insightful thought about the smallest details that always had you looking up at him in awe. The large crack on the sidewalk that now has a weed sprouting out of it? It’s just natures way of taking back what was rightfully theirs before man came and poured cement over the ground.

Little things like that helped pave a new mindset in you about seeing people, places and things in a new light. It made you see that not everything has to be black and white, but rather it should be vibrant and demanding and beautiful.

So damn beautiful, he thought, as he let the silence linger around you in favor of watching the light of the tv that’s playing a cheesy rom-com requested by you in the background hit the side of your face, illuminating it perfectly. Your eyes are sad, though, and in turn it makes him sad. He knows you know.

A large hand encompasses your own that’s resting between you two on the couch, he gives it a gentle squeeze. You squeeze back.

Your voice is light, barely a whisper, and the lump in your throat makes it difficult to utter a coherent word. You know it’s no use asking, but still, you try.

“Maybe we can still make this work? Somehow?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose with his other hand in hopes of it deterring the water in his eyes from falling down his cheeks. He hates this, every part of this. When he looks at you again, you’re biting your bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

“I don’t want you to go.”

He swears his heart shattered right then and there with your small, desperate plea. He knows he needs to get it over with and leave before he becomes desperate enough to let his heart overpower his mind.

“You know I don’t want too–,”

“Then don’t!”

“But I need too.”

“Namjoon, please–,”

He leans forward to close the distance and give your forehead one last lingering kiss, before squeezing your hand just to let it go. He stands up from the couch you were both perched on stiffly, shrugging his brown, corduroy jacket that you’ve grown to love over his broad shoulders with his back towards you. It’s in this moment that you hate how tall he is, his long strides taking him to the front of Jungkook’s apartment in seconds.

Jungkook is just about to walk out of the kitchen with a tray of three steaming teas until he sees Namjoon briskly walk pass him and you following close behind with false hope in your eyes. Once again, he decides to fall back into the safety of the kitchen to let whatever is about to happen occur naturally, no matter how much his heart breaks at hearing your many attempts to get Namjoon to stay.

Namjoon’s hand twists the doorknob, and the door opens swiftly. He goes to step out into the hallway, until it gets slammed shut in front of him due to you throwing your body weight on top of it. The impact makes your shoulder ache, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Don’t you love me?”

His shoulders deflate, his strong persona beginning to crack.

“Y/N, you know that I do. But that’s not the issue.”

“I’ll drop out!” You spew out randomly, and at the time, it seems like the best idea you’ve ever had. Namjoon’s eyes widen in shock, his hands coming to rest on top of your shoulders as he lightly shakes you in an attempt to break you out of your stupor.

“Are you crazy? Do you hear yourself right now? You’ve put so much of your blood, sweat and tears into just making it into this college so you could fulfill your dream! I’m not going to let you throw that away over me!”

“But–,” his grip tightens, and any word you say gets silenced by his lips pressing hard against yours. You can feel his passion, his love. You sink into it, and he allows the moment to last longer than it needs too, but damn it all that he had to lose you after taking so long to finally find you.

It wasn’t fair. But, he thinks, life isn’t fair to begin with. Why would it be any different for him?

When he pulls away, his eyes stay closed. His forehead gently falls on yours, his hands sliding their way up to lightly cradle the junction between your neck and head. His thumbs brush over your jawline and you let out a broken sob that has him biting his lip harshly enough that he can taste a hint of metallic on his tongue.

“I love you, y/n. And, unfortunately, I love you enough to know when I need to let you go.”

This time, you don’t resist when he gently pulls your body away from the door enough to slip out of the crack and out of your life. And it’s not until you’re a sobbing mess on the floor of Jungkook’s entryway that he timidly peaks his head around the corner to see you and rush over to your fallen form. His arms encase your body against his tightly, one hand on your head, and the other on your back. You can vaguely hear the little ‘shhh’s’ and ‘I’m here’ and ‘you’re going to be okay’ as you let his voice along with Namjoon’s words of love ease you off to sleep where you can dream of a perfect world with you and Namjoon together, forever.

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a/n dos; it is almost midnight and I’m sleepy. This is unedited and I personally think it’s shit but I still hope you enjoy it somehow. ha ha ha ok bye

#kim namjoon x you #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #rm x you #rm x reader #jungkook angst #bts kim namjoon #namjoon angst #namjoon fluff #kim namjoon #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #professor!namjoon #student!reader #student!jungkook #professor au #college au #student au #thebtswritersclub #btshoneyhive #kflixnet #kvanity #bangtanoasis #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan family #bts angst #bts army #bts fic

[webkoo]

professor!jjk × leitora ──★ meu professor favorito sinopse: você não esperava que seu professor fosse notar o quão desesperada você estava pelo pau dele. contém: professor x aluna, pwp, sexo violento, tapas, sexo semi público, creampie, super estimulação, degradação, humilhação. notas: repost :) english version on @kooqitas

“pervertida do caralho, você gosta disso, não é? sua bucetinha ficou molhada depois de me ver dando aula?”

seu professor te olhava como se você fosse uma aberração, e é, talvez você seja.

para ser honesto, é meio dificil explicar como isso aconteceu, você realmente tem uma quedinha pelo seu professor e é óbvio que se ele pedisse você sentaria horrores nele, mas ele nunca mencionou nada sobre isso, muito pelo contrário, jungkook sempre foi gentil e respeitoso com você e suas amigas.

mas ele é gostoso, gostoso pra caralho.

e você sentia sua calcinha molhada a partir do momento que entrava na classe.

jeon jungkook é seu professor de direito criminal, e você realmente gosta do seu método de ensino, mas ser uma jovem adulta em um constante período fértil não ajuda.

o professor é atraente, cada partezinha do seu corpo, e com o passar dos meses, tudo que você quer é sentar em sua cara e chupar seu pau.

mas você sempre escondeu isso, pelo menos até hoje.

você nunca sentiu sua buceta tão molhadinha ao ver esse homem falar como se fosse a própria annalise keating, e a calça apertada que ele vestia não ajudava, suas coxas estavam te levando a loucura.

a única coisa que você conseguiu fazer foi pegar um pirulito e levar em sua boca, chupando imaginando que era o pau do seu professor.

e ele percebeu, afinal você praticamente devorava ele enquanto sugava o doce.

a aula acabou, e ele te chamou.

“qual seu problema hoje?”

ele estava encarando seus peitos? uau, ok!

“me desculpe, senhor?”

“sendo sincero, recebo diversas propostas para comer minhas alunas, mas você sabe… sempre recuso”

isso é uma verdade, você sempre escuta suas amigas dizer que tentaram algo a mais com jungkook, insinuações, roupas curtas, fotos inapropriadas, tudo, mas ele sempre diz ‘não’

e esse é um dos motivos pelos quais você nunca tentou nada.

“eu sei disso, mas não entendo o porque esta me dizendo, professor”

“sério?” ele perguntou, o tom de deboche evidente em sua voz. “o que você quer de mim, bebê?”

“como assim?”

ah não, jungkook iria te humilhar ali mesmo? dizer que você é uma pervertida nojenta e ele nunca iria querer nada com você? sério mesmo?

“vi como estava chupando aquele pirulito, e vi na sua cara como essa buceta molhava mais a cada palavra que eu dizia” ele parou em sua frente. “quer que eu te foda? putinha estúpida?”

o rosto de jungkook mudou, ele parecia um demonio, provavelmente do prazer, ainda sim um demonio.

que diabos ele estava fazendo? todas as suas amigas diziam que eram dispensadas com um 'não tenho interesse, tchau’ por que ele não estava falando assim com você?

“estou te fazendo uma pergunta porque, sendo honesto, tô cansado de esconder o quanto eu quero comer essa sua bucetinha molhada, cansado de esconder o quanto eu quero fazer você melar todo meu pau de porra e se tornar minha vadiazinha pessoal”

“e-eu que-ro”

ele riu.

“pervertida do caralho, você gosta disso, não é? sua bucetinha ficou molhada depois de me ver dando aula?”

e então ele te agarrou, cravando as mãos em sua cintura e colocando a língua em sua boca.

“a p-porta” você disse.

“está tudo bem, não me importo se alguém me ver comendo uma putinha”

sem qualquer aviso, ele levantou sua saia e roçou o dedo médio na sua calcinha molhada, você gemeu.

“isso sim é uma boa puta, sequer preciso te preparar com meus dedos, você tá tão molhada, desesperada pra receber pica, né? doida pra que eu te encha de porra” ele continuou roçando o dedo, agora em seu clítoris, suas pernas tremendo e você sentiu que poderia gozar apenas em seus dedos. “precisamos ser rápidos, disse que não ligava, mas se alguém nos ver, não vamos poder brincar de novo”

“por favor…” você seqier sabia o que estava pedindo, ter jungkook roçando o dedo em seu clítoris parecia apenas um sonho quente.

“será que essa bucetinha apertada vai aguentar meu pau grande?” você sentiu a outra mão beliscando seu mamilo, e gritou pela dor. “uma palavra, gatinha, preciso de uma palavra, porque além dela nada mais vai me fazer parar de foder esse seu buraquinho”

“n-não precisa de uma palav-vra, eu que-ro v-você”

ele beliscou seu clítoris, fazendo você gritar novamente, e ele riu em sua orelha.

“sabia que uma cadela desesperada como você seria boa para mim, deseperada pra me sentir alargar esse buraquinho, né? mas eu preciso de uma palavra, porém sei que não vai usar, tá doidinha pra me sentir abrindo toda essa buceta, né?”

você disse a palavra, nada especial, apenas escolheu algo aleatório que você lembraria caso necessário.

você sequer notou quando ele removeu o cinto e a cueca, apenas sentiu o pau dele abrindo toda sua bucetinha sem qualquer cuidado, e não doeu, você estava excitada demais para isso, é claro, uma queimação de leve, mas nada insuportável.

“agora, minha estudante favorita vai me assistir foder o buraquinho gostoso dela” ele disse e levantou sua saia, pegando sua perna e apoiando na mesa deixando você completamente aberta para ele.

jungook não era gentil, te comia como se você fosse um mero brinquedo, a mesa mexia por conta da força com que os quadris dele se chocavam em você e você gritava toda vez que suas bolas batiam em seu corpo.

você o viu chupar o próprio dedo médio e não entendeu o que estava acontecendo, mas a confusão desapareceu quando você o sentiu circular o dedo molhado com cuspe em seu cuzinho.

“proxima vez eu vou usar esse buraquinho”

“e-eu vo-u”

“vai gozar?” ele soltou sua cintura apenas para bater em seu rosto. “o pau do seu professor é tão gostoso que você vai gozar nele?”

“s-sim”

“goza, vadia” e ele bateu no seu rosto de novo, e de novo.

quando o orgasmo finalmente veio, ele te beijou tentando abafar os gemidos.

jungkook continuou fodendo sua buceta, você estava arruinada devido a superestimulação, seu corpo sequer se mantinha em pé, mas ainda sim ele te fodia.

e te fodeu até você sentir o líquido quente ser esporrado dentro de você.

o chão estava uma zona, a mesa uma bagunça e você um caos.

e quando você pensou que acabou, jungkook se botou de joelhos e te chupou.

engolindo a própria porra misturada com a sua.

“então…” ele disse enquanto levantava as calças. “vou querer te comer todo dia agora”

“eu faço qualquer coisa pelo meu professor favorito”

“então quando chegar em casa, me manda um video no chuveiro, estarei esperando.”

#bts #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x leitora #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook x voce #jungkook x voce #cenários jungkook #professor jungkook #jungkook x você #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x original character #jungkook x oc #jungkook x s/n

[romancefranaticstay]

Professor Jin

Short backstory• Y/N is a student at the university. You love studying, reading books, going to the library. Your a bit of a loner, but you still have many friends to carry on your shoulders. One day you get a new professor, and everything change’s.•

Category• smut, fluff

Warnings• a little bit smut, tiny bit swearing

•Song recommendations•

•Because I am working on Cheaters get Heated part 5, I wanted to make this in the mean time. Enjoy!•

Goodmorning, it’s a beautiful morning, even tho it’s sucks.

You take your stuff and walk out of your appartement, on your way out you see ur black cat. He’s is lazy, just laying around and eating. You wear a black coat, stylish. You walk towards your black car and you drive towards the university. You look at the clock, o my lord it’s 7 am? How could be 7 am? You drive into the parking, and your walking fast towards your class. Your not scared to be late, but it’s not a good first impression. You knock on the door 3 time’s and open it.

You yawn, and try to get out of bed. You almost fall back asleep but ur alarm goes off.

You almost fall out of bed. You aren’t even happy today. You stand up and look at the time. It’s 6 am. Gosh you hate mornings, you walk over towards your desk, with all your books and notebooks. It’s a mess. You take your backpack and just throw everything inside. What should you wear today? You take some baggy pants, a white collar and black shoes. You look in the mirror. It isn’t formal, but it’s alright. Then your brushing/styling your hair. Perfect.

‘I am sorry I am late, si-.’ Wow, is that your professor? He looks so young, this can’t be. Wow, the silent is to long, just say something.

‘Take a seat’ he looks at his clipboard ‘Y/N.’

You walk towards your friend Jungkook who is sitting by the window, in the back of the classroom.

‘Psst, hey.’ you say ‘we have a new professor?’ ‘He looks way to young, to be honest.’ Jungkook says. Professor Jin starts explaining Korean culture, but you only can stare at his lips, wow. His face is just so, you can’t even explain. Time goes so fast when your staring at a miracle. ‘No Y/N you can’t find your teacher hot, or cute. It’s weird.’ you say to yourself. You see many girls sitting infront, giggling and blushing. You don’t want to be that type of girl. They are all whispering and if he looks at them they all start over again. Even Jungkook’s crush is sitting there. You feel kinda bad for him.

‘Why would they all stare at him? There is no way someone can be with a teacher?! That’s just weird.’ he gossips to you.

‘He is blehh.’ he says with a weird expression, you laugh.

‘You two in the back’ mr Kim says ‘what you two laughing about?’ You two froze, but Jungkook make’s the entire time weird faces towards you. Both of you try to hold our laughter, but it’s just to hard. So both of you burst into laughing. You are almost crying because of laughter.

‘Because you two have so much fun in the back, why don’t Y/N sit here infront of me?’ professor Kim says.

‘I can go infront.’ Jungkook propose.

You just stand up and walk towards the empty seat, it’s the closest seat. You actually can smell him, wow. After class, the professor glances at you while ur walking with Jungkook outside. ‘You know that mr Kim was looking at you the entire time, what a freak.’ he did? You felt a bit special by hearing that. Before you could walk any further you hear someone saying your name.

‘Miss Y/N, could I talk to you for a second?’ you turn around and it’s ur teacher, mr Kim.

‘I need to go with you?’ Jungkook asks. ‘I am gonna be fine.’ you say, and you walk towards ur teacher. He opens the door for you, to enter the classroom. When he is inside he locks the door. When you hear the click, you turn around. You want to ask why he locked the door, but he cuts you off. He kisses you wild, and pins one hand above you and the other hand he holds.

‘Mr Kim, what are you doing?!’ you asks.

‘I remember the first-kiss-time-kiss-i saw you.’

‘You mean 2 hours okay?’ you breath heavily.

‘Past year.’ he says while still kissing you. He puts his hand behind your head and he hugs you tight. He is so wild, you two accidentally fall on the floor. But that doesn’t stop him. His hands go everywhere. Suddenly someone knocks on the door. You two get off eachother in shock, and you try to calm yourself down. He helps you stand up and breaths heavily. You run towards a seat, and you do like you thinking hard.

He opens the door and there stands a lady.

‘Hello, professor Kim, can i talk with you?’

‘I am actually talking with a student, so-.’

You cut him off, this is just embarrassing.

‘I can go’ you stand up and go to the door ‘i will talk to you tomorrow mr Kim. Have a good day sir.’ you actually want to run, but you can’t be suspicious. You walk slowly through the hallway, while you feel mr Kim’s eyes burn into your back.

•this story will have a next part•

•i don’t want to rush through this story, but maybe today or tomorrow it will be finished!•

•I promise!!•

No copying! No translating! No remaking!

Please respect that!

Part 2 will be out soon!

💋💋💋

#Spotify #bts #bts army #bts fandom #bts fanfic #bts fantasy au #bts fluff #bts icons #bts imagines #teacher crush #professor x #teacher x student #bts jin #bts jungkook #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts x reader

[lokiforever]

New teachers at School 🏫❤️

A/N : Sorry guys I forgot to mention the reader and her best friend live together in an apartment

Chapter 2

Tom : For the first thing please call me Tom when we're alone and for another......

Knock Knock

Tom : Excuse me

Tom opens the door slightly

Tom :Hello mate, mornin' miss Carter

Jk: Hey!!

Y/B/F/N: Morning, Professor

Tom : What brings you here?

Mr Jungkook : I was going to the library so I thought you would like to join...

Tom : Oh, I'd love to...but I have to discuss the teaching assistant thing with miss Y/L/N

Tom opens the door further so you were now visible

Y/N : Hello, professor

Jk: Hello, Miss Y/L/N

Jk : She can also join, anyways miss Carter would also be joining us.

Tom : Oh, that's great. Let's go!

Jungkook : Mmhmm

In the library

Tom : So girls are you having any issues with any of the topics in History, English or Science?

Y/N : Thank you so much, Professor. But, no, everything is clear. All thanks to you both.

Y/B/F/N:Thank you, professor. Me neither...

Tom : Anytime!

The rest 1 hr passes by, discussing some Shakespeare and reading.

*After I hour *

Mr. Jk : Miss Carter?

Y/B/F/N : Yes, professor?

Jungkook : I think we should go now......we have to discuss tomorrow's timetable, remember?

Y/B/F/N: Oh, yeah... Right. Let's go.

Jk: I gotta go. Bye Hiddles

Tom : Ok, Bye Kook

They give each other a quick nod and a friendly /manly hug.

After a few minutes......

Tom : Uhhh..... Miss Y/L/N?

Y/N : Yes, Mr Hiddleston?

Tom : May we go to my office, if you'd be comfortable there? Otherwise it's fine, we can sit here ...

Y/N : No,no it's fine. We can go to your office.

Tom : Ok then, let's go

God, this man!!!!!! How can someone be so perfect? He is just amazing. Not to mention the fact that he resembles very much to Loki, your mcu crush and comfort character. 'He's your professor y/n for God's sake ' you thought.

In Mr Hiddleston's office

Tom : Miss Y/L/N, tell me about yourself cuz as we will be working together, we should know each other.

Y/N : Firstly please call me Y/N.

Tom : Mmhmm

Y/N : Uhhhhhh..... I like to draw, cook, I recently started writing. I hate it when people put fake allegations against me and my favorite color is not specific.......but I guess we can say black.

Tom : Really?! I'd love to see one of your works someday....

'No you wouldn't cuz they are about you only....and Loki I only write fan fictions!!' . It was only when your professor's soothing voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Tom : Y/N??

Y/N : Y-Yeah, s-sure why not?

Two more hours pass by, discussing the syllabus and even talking about your and his interests.

*After two hours *

You yawn

Tom : I guess it's enough for today..... Would you like to go to the cafeteria for some tea, coffee or something to eat? It'll be on me.......maybe cuz it's your first day as my teaching assistant

Y/N : Tom you really don't have to -

Tom : Please, I insist!

Y/N : Ok, fine

*At the cafeteria*

Tom and you were standing at the counter.

Tom : Hello, I'd like an Earl gray, please.

Y/N : Hey.A cup of hot chocolate , thank you!

You both took your orders and headed to the tables and couch. There you met someone.....

Y/N : Hey, Mr Jungkook. Hi, Y/B/F/N.

Tom : Hi Kook, Miss Carter *nod*

Both of them greeted you back. They were sitting on the couch, talking, smiling and laughing.

Mr. Jungkook : Miss Carter was a little tired, so I thought a cup of coffee could help.

Tom : It indeed was a long day.

After finishing your drinks you all headed out and said your goodbyes. You and your best friend sat in your car and returned to your shared apartment.

In your apartment

Y/N : So, how was your day, my dear?!

Y/B/F/N: Couldn't be better!! How about yours?!

Y/N : Amazing!! Though I frequently had to remind myself that I can't fawn over my professor 😂😂😂

Y/B/F/N and you start laughing and talking about your days

********* TIME SKIP *********

'November ; time for the annual feast '

You and your best friend were getting ready for the annual feast. It was an amazing event ; dance, food, drinks and dresses.

Your dress 👇🏻

You let your hairs down in waves and wore some plain black heels and a simple makeup ;neither too much nor too less. You were taking your car for going there but your bestie had to go to her mother after the feast, so she'd be taking a cab.

*At the feast *

Tom and Jungkook's jaw dropped after seeing you both and your by seeing Tom. Same was with your best friend except the fact that she was enchanted by Jungkook and you by Tom.

You were standing in the middle of the hall with a drink in your hand. A guy named David was constantly trying to make conversation with you. But oh lord, you could already sense the negative vibes from him. It was when Tom came to the rescue. God bless him!

Tom : Would you mind if I steal miss y/l/n for a minute, Mr. Richard?

David Richard : Of course not, professor. Take your time!

You followed Tom untill that David guy was no longer in veiw.

Tom : You look ravishing today, my dear!

You blush at the compliment

Y/N : You don't look any less either, Professor.

Tom extends his hand for you to take it. From the corner of your eyes you could see that your friend already found someone. You were really happy for her.

Tom : May I have this dance, my lady?

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Taglist:

@holdmytesseract @dishahaldar @jennyggggrrr

Hope you like it! See you guys in the next chapter. Bye. Have a good night /day 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻💗💗💗💗

#professor hiddleston #hiddlesarmy #Tom hiddleston #Jungkook #Professor hiddleston x reader #Professor x student #Marvel #Loki #Hiddleston

[itsssssuzana]

Can anyone tell me about this story I forgot the name of cause I'm an idiot? It was basically Yandere Jungkook x Y/N. She's a PhD student in Physics & JK is a renowned Physicist & her professor. She works part-time at a restaurant too. He's too successful, too full of himself & she's struggling with her crippling life. JK sponsors her for her PhD project & acts like a creep (as obvious -.-). He also rented a particular house from where he can peep at Y/N staying at her own place. Taehyung also appears in this as a rival Physicist of JK & nearly kills Y/N just to annoy JK (Both being sadistic psychopaths). JK wasn’t interested much back then, & left her be, but she survived on her own anyway! There was a part where Y/N was on her open balcony, masturbating under the rain & JK was peeping at her from his rented house. But I somehow lost the story. Don’t know if the writer deactivated their acc or I just somehow lost it on my own 😢 Someone please help this poor soul! 🙏🙏🙏

#JK x Y/N #Professor JK #yandere JK #desperately want to know #help or I'll die #😢 #sadist jk #JK x Reader x Tae #Physicist Jungkook #Want to know #Need help of Armys #Asking for suggestions #Asking for help #ff recommendation

[curryshesus]

bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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[hellbornsworld]

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(4)๑‿︵‿୨

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✿ When She Loved Me | CEO!JK X Reader | One-Shot | @jungkookstatts

✿ Sleepaway | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @flowesona

✿ Mine | Jungkook x Demon! Female Reader | One-shot | @playmetheclassics

✿ Your eyes tell | Yandere!JK X Reader | Twins AU | @angellgguk

✿ Noir | Daddy!JK x Little!Reader | @bonny-kookoo

✿ Love Is a Game: For Political Enemies | JK X Reader | @lleldey

✿ petals with luv | Emporer!Jungkook x PalaceWoman!Reader | Hanahaki AU | @hisunshiine

✿ a lover’s bond | jungkook x female reader | greek mythology! AU | @latetaektalk

✿ love in the dark | Ceo!JK X Reader | One-Shot | @spideyjimin

✿ Like I’m Famous | Idol!JK X Reader | One-Shot | long distance au | @softyoongiionly

✿ I’ll Be Home for Christmas | Pilot Jungkook x female OC | One-Shot | @bluewhale52

✿ Falling | jungkook x female reader | Soulmate AU | @starshapedkookie

✿ Pick Your Fighter | gamer!jk X gamer!reader | @jikookiekosmos

✿ angels like you | Jungkook X Reader | S2L | One-Shot | @aquagustd

✿ Killing me softly with his touch | JK X Reader | One-Shot | @borathae

✿ Bad Man | Badboy!JK X Reader | @bonny-kookoo

✿ The Monster in the Dark | yandere!sleep paralysisdemon!jjk X fem!Reader | One-Shot | @themochiverse

✿ S O U L M A T E S | Crackhead!Jk X Reader | Series | @smaubts

✿ bad romance | badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader | One-Shot | @noteguk

✿ No Guardian Angel | The Crow!Jungkook X Reader | @jiminstonic

✿ Love Letters | Prince!Jungkook × Maid!Reader | @bonny-kookoo

✿ LESSON I | YandereTeacher!jungkook x bully student fem!reader | Three-Shot | @redsaurrce

✿ RED | demon!jk x fem!reader | Series | @armpirate

✿ Follow the White Rabbit | idol! jungkook x idol! reader | @youthguk

✿ Ｎｕｍｂ ｔｏ Ｔｈｅ Ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ | Dark! Shitty! Yandere! Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader | One-Shot | @pynkgothicka

✿ Delivery Date | pizzadeliveryboy!jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @dntaewithluv

✿ Who is in control? | jk x reader | Drabble AU | @ctrlsht

✿ sweetest apparition | nerd!jungkook x popular!female reader | @jeonfiles

✿ m y s t r a n g e a d d i c t i o n | professor!jk X student!Reader | One-Shot | @joonberriess

✿ to err is to love | dilf!jk /ex husband!jk / ceo!jk x afab reader | Series | @jungkookschin

✿ polarity | BestFriendBF!JK X Reader | Series | @darkestcorners

✿ KILL TO KISS YOU | Yandere!Jungkook x Prostitute!Reader | One-Shot | @chummywchimmy

✿ Ode To The Nature Of Romance | Jungkook x Reader | @yeoldontknow

✿ Cabin in The Woods | Werewolf!Jungkook x Human!Reader | One-Shot | @girl8890

✿ Nothing was gonna stop me | Jeon Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot | @wildestdreamsblog

✿ Teacher’s Pet | professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader | Series | @axigailxo

✿ prima nocta | king!jungkook, virgin!reader | royalty au | One-Shot | @yoon2k

✿ End of Time | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @deepdarkdelights

✿ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 | Yandere!JK X Reader | @euphoricfilter

✿ Paint | painter!jungkookxassistant!reader | @hongjoongscafe

✿ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 | environmentalist! jungkook x college student! reader | @miraclesatnightfall

✿ The Broken Vow | Husband!JK X Reader | One-Shot | @lleldey

✿ Euphoria | bad boy jungkook x librarian yn | @btsydtrash

✿ White Pearl | CEO Sugar daddy Jungkook x stripper sugar baby reader | @lovelyspring7

✿ just a little bit of your heart | JK X Reader | @chemicalpink

✿ imminent danger | jungkook x reader | @whatifyoulivelikethat

✿ Knockout | boxer!dad!jungkook x pregnant!reader | Drabble | @jvngkook97

✿ Please Love Me! | Frat President Jungkook x Succubus Reader | @icedmatchatae

✿ The Boyfriend Experience | Escort!Jungkook x Fem!Reader | @shina913

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[kookiecrumb]

Aw, I love you, anon. Yeah.

JJK || Walk the Line

pairing: professor!jungkook x rich business student/fem!y/n

warnings: smut (18+), explicit language, alcohol drinking, sir kink, unprotected sex*(don't do this), rough sex/marking, creampie <3 , very very very brief breastplay, smol praise

You're not so proud of this.

The summer before your final semester in college was unforgettable.

Shit happened, and you ended up in Dubai with all of your girlfriends, getting wasted out of your mind with like 30 oil princes.

You were hot. You were young. You had the time of your life.

You drank Pink Whitney like water for a week straight. There was no recovering from that hangover...ever.

Three weeks later you're back at college with the most stubborn headache you've ever had and terrible nausea whenever you so much as smell a drop of vodka.

You still have to show up to your Business 102 class at 8 AM in order to collect the syllabus.

Outside of the lecture room, you stared at the name of the professor on your schedule for at least five minutes before shaking off the impossible feeling of familiarity and walking in.

It couldn't possibly...

You set down your bag on the small arm-desk supported by the chair and sit down before reaching over and pulling out your tablet.

That's when you lift your eyes up and see him-- Jeon Jungkook's tell-tale slender figure, his tattooed hands, and his charming smile. You've seen that body naked, felt those hands squeeze your ass and tits, kissed that smile.

Fuck no.

You lower your eyes, as if that would make you invisible to him. It doesn't, obviously.

You can feel his eyes burning into the top of your head. He's watching you curiously, as if he can quite remember where he knows you from. This is good news. Maybe he doesn't recognize you.

"Y/N....right?" Jungkook approaches your chair. "I really didn't expect you to be in my class this semester."

There goes that theory.

"Yeah, well...I am a business major and this is a required class, so," you mumble.

"Hey, listen...I want to keep things professional between us. I know we had some fun before this, but my job is very important to me," he elaborates.

You're not even looking at him. How disrespectful. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, hm?" Jungkook demands.

It's second nature that you lift your head up and meet his glinting eyes. "Yes, sir," you say.

"I know you're used to calling me that..." He laughs, throwing himself back to the front of the room to start writing on the board. "Call me Jungkook, here."

You nod in agreement.

You're unable to focus for the entire class, quietly wondering if it's too late to change professors. Student services is probably gonna bitch at you for it.

Actually, it might be worth the trouble.

Jungkook's lectures were well-thought out and he had really good PowerPoints on the material, so overall he was a good professor...it's just that you can't look at him and not remember the time he made love to you in his vacation home in Barcelona.

It was a stellar night. You remember every second of it vividly. He told you he was there for a convention and the beaches, but he stayed an extra week to explore the city.

"Just like how I'll explore your body," he said in the same breath.

The glittering city overlooked your two bodies as they grinded, pushed, and pulled against one another.

"I'm going to pound this pussy until you're dizzy," he hummed against your skin, grabbing a handful of your ass and jiggling it. "So tight,," he groaned.

You've fucked on the sands of Barcelona the morning after on a private beach, too. While the sun rose, he made love to your body unlike you've ever felt before.

You stare at the wall now, daydreaming of that fateful night.

He catches you and calls you out for it. "Y/N, can you tell me what Computer Aided Manufacturing entails and what kind of firm might benefit from the use of CAM?"

"Uhh, yeah," you swallow. "A public...limited corporation might benefit from CAM."

Jungkook gestures for you to elaborate, shifting his weight on his feet.

"Because...They'd have a lot of investors who would fund the working capital."

He nods. "Good girl,"

You choke on your iced coffee. Who the hell does he think he is?! At least five other women give you a death stare after he says that. You're in no mood to make enemies.

After class, you try your best to blend into the dwindling mob crowding the exit so that he doesn't pull you over to talk again. In fact, you don't ever want to talk to Jeon Jungkook ever again.

As you navigate campus, you try to keep your mind off of what just happened and figure out a place to eat for lunch. Your phone goes off.

It's a number you haven't seen in a long time, but you do recognize it. It's your professor.

If you don't answer it, you might risk your grade in the class. What if it's some important information about the syllabus? You can't take that chance. You answer the phone.

"This is Y/N, what can I do for you?" you ask, cheerfully.

Jungkook sits on his desk on the other end of the line, swinging his legs. "I don't know...explain to me what you were doing in Dubai three weeks ago? I saw that video."

"That's literally none of your concern and I thought we agreed to never talk about it again," you say, harshly.

"Oh, but I want to," he insists. "I want to talk about that night in Barcelona. I want to talk about how you were squirming in your seat today. This phone call never happened by the way..." Jungkook smirks.

Of course it didn't.

"Okay, well...I don't," you reply.

"Really? You're telling me right now that you were zoning out in my class thinking about some other guy?" Jungkook laughed. "Do you take me as naive?"

"No, Jungkook."

"Huh?" He pushes.

"No, Sir."

He smiles and ends the call. He then proceeds to send you a simple text message with an address attached. "Be there at 8."

You look up from your phone, trying not to look too obvious. Despite your mind telling you how fucked up this is...when have you ever let that stop you?

A few hours later...

He leans on the frame of his door, sipping on a "world's greatest teacher" mug with his sweat pants on as you arrive at his place. You have the strongest urge to wipe that cocky grin off his face.

Jungkook moves out of the way so that you can walk inside and so that he could close the door.

You take off your shoes, carefully placing them in the shoe holders before slipping on a pair of inside shoes.

There's scent of cooking garlic in the air, with undertones of steamed tomatoes and basil.

"Look at you, culturally aware..." Jungkook praises, putting his mug down on the kitchen counter. "Thank you."

"I just don't want to get your floors dirty..." you say, stepping up towards the kitchen. "What are you cooking tonight?"

Jungkook smiles, glad you asked. "It's just a chicken primavera. It's vegetarian, actually, so there's no chicken."

"Oh, it smells good..." you sigh.

He comes up behind you and holds your waist flush against his body. "We can eat. You smell just as good..."

Every time you kissed him you tasted the food he made with his own two hands, the same hands that touched you so intimately in Spain touch you now, sending pleasure through your body in waves.

He has mirrors in his room so that every time you open your eyes you watch your body being fucked religiously by the godly form that is your business professor.

The command he has over your body is complete. The sticky warmth of his bare skin smacking against yours harmonized with every sound that escaped your lips. He swallowed every moan, languidly swirling his hips inside of you.

Every demand was met with a "Yes, Sir," and every compliant response earned a sultry "Good girl." You were his student, and he loved rewarding you.

"You're going to listen to me and only during those lectures. I don't care how wet you get from remembering how I fucked you. You won't fail my class," he kneads you harshly, imprinting on your ass.

",, mm!" You whine, rolling your eyes back with every life-giving thrust inside of your dripping cunt. It's thrilling, like an addiction. You can feel the familiar flutter along with the rapid palpitations of your heart.

You bury your face between his pillows and bring your hips up so he can use you better.

He whips his head back and groans deeply, his nails digging into your thighs as he smacks himself deep into your cervix. "Such a sweet little cunt,," he pants. "Ohh,,"

Jungkook lowers himself and starts to kiss up your back as he thrusts, planting adoring kisses down your back. A rush overcomes you at the realization of his affection.

"Mm!" You exclaim. "Fuck~! Fuck, if you don't stop I'm going to cum,"

Jungkook doesn't relent. He continues his vigorous pace, his tattooed hands cupping your tits as his thighs slap against yours.

He gasps, suddenly, painting you with his cum. You convulse around him, creaming around him for every drop of it as a surge of euphoric pleasure surges through you.

Old habits die hard.

a/n: I get really giggly when I am being pounded into :). Imagine y/n as the giggly type if you can. Should I make it a series? lmk.

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[kooeater]

Hi babes!! can you do a short fic about older/dilf!jk x reader with daddy issues? smutty and cute pleaseee <3

guys who are older | JJK

Jungkook x f.reader

smut | fluff | tiny bit of angst?

warnings: age gap, older!jk. daddy issues?, unproteced sex, counter sex, dom/sub dynamics, slight choking, afteracare, some cutesy stuff c:

(Is this short? I think so... I'm not sure omg I tried my best anon!! Hope you enjoy!)

Jeon Jungkook, 38-year-old divorced hot dad moved next door to you and fucking hell did he make you go insane. Let's just say, you gotten to know him very well.

Fucking Jungkook was the best part of your day, you two can't go a day without having sex. You made it very clear to him that he can talk to you about anything, it doesn't always have to be about sex! Although, the age gap was certainly something you always swore to him you can understand like an adult.

You're a 21-year-old college student, and he's 38, divorced, and has 2 kids, did you care? No, not at all. You were going to fuck him regardless.

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"You're such a good girl for me." a beautiful moan coming from his mouth, his large member thrusting in and out of your tight hole, tattooed hands clamped around your throat.

All you did was knock on his door for some sugar, in the smallest skirt you know he loves.

Now, you're on his kitchen counter, legs spread opened, panties to the side like a whore for his cock to ram into your cunt. Whimpers coming from your mouth as his cock kept hitting the same spot in you over and over again. He knows how's to fuck way too well.

"Jungkook please, cum in me!" you let out a high-pitched moan as you felt his cock hit your g spot repeatedly. You then do a little yelp as his hand comes off your throat and up to your boobs, grasping them like stress balls.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me. I can be in this tight pussy all fucking day." his words send you over the edge, you can feel your orgasm coming close. a couple of rubs to your clit and you're releasing sweet cream all over his member just how he likes it.

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Sex was great of course; the aftercare was just as good. He lets you know that he cares after fucking you into next week. He would make sure you had a nice spot to nap knowing you're such a sleepy head after sex, he made sure there was snacks for you to munch on.

His praise was everything to you. He knew you didn't have a father figure emotionally there for you while you were growing up, he caught onto your daddy issues really quick. Every time you brought up your grades, good or bad ones he'll always say how he's proud of you.

"Darling don't be sad, an 88% is fine. You studied hard and you did your work, you just need to understand it better. Look, your professor even left a note saying how lovely your handwriting is!" he pointed to the little sticky note, trying to cheer you up as you were letting out tears for not getting the perfect grade back.

"Well yeah I mean, I tried my best to make it look nice." sadness tinted in your voice as you leaned into his chest feeling nothing but warmth and comfort from him.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you're okay." his soft yet simple words are enough to make you break down. He picks up your body and sits down on his living room couch, your hands wrapped around his neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

Times like that were the best, knowing that you can have that comforting connecting with him, knowing that he wasn't just going to walk out on you. He was the older man you always needed in your life, and you're not going to let him go.

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this was done pretty fastly lmao sorry if it's boring? Idk I'm not used to writing this way but I wanted to try it out! Like and follow if you feel like it, thanks for readinggggg ~~~ 🤍

- belle 🎀

[euaphoric]

🕸️ KINKTOBER - DAY 1. 🕸️

Show You What Devotion Is . . .

[PAIRING] jungkook x f!reader

[GENRE] bf/gf, established relationship, pwp [WARNINGS] fluff, smut, small mentions of insecurities, body worship, devotion kink, face-sitting, biting, spit kink (sorta, kinda?)

summary: you don’t think you’re good enough for your boyfriend but he proves those thoughts wrong by showing just how much undying love he truly has for you.

wc -> 2.0k

A/N: first post of the month, 30 more to go woohoo~ so excited to do this and hopefully this’ll help me get a better idea of what i like/don’t like writing in the future. **fyi oc is told that she tastes like candy but obvi in the real world if ur hoo-ha tastes like candy that’s not normal .. o_O buttt this is fiction so just pretend they can sjdjfjsjjs.

kinktober m.list

this day simply couldn’t get any worse. you missed the bus back home just by a fraction of a minute, all because you wanted to speak with your professor at his office hours but now in hindsight, you wished you never did. it was practically a waste of time anyway, he wasn’t giving much worthy feedback on your presentation and the anxiety about your final grade grew rampant as the semester progressed. ‘fuck, guess’ll wait for the next one in 15’ you mumble to yourself, annoyed and exhausted from earlier’s events. one side of you just wants to call jungkook to come pick you up but your other subconscious is telling you that’s selfish— don’t make him drive all the way here when you can just wait a measly 15 more minutes.

sigh~

it won’t kill you to wait, it’s not like you were in a rush to see him right now. it was actually quite the opposite, you weren’t prepared to tell him how you completely bombed your presentation. well, you wouldn’t say completely but it definitely wasn’t up to your impossibly high standards. public speaking was the only class you struggled with the most, you could articulate your words precisely in writing but saying it out loud? that was a totally different story. you have to outgrow this “fear” over speaking in front of an audience if you want to practice law one day. no one’s going to take you seriously if you can’t even read a single paragraph without tripping over syllables. all you could do was replay those embarrassing moments and internally cringe, almost missing the bus again from being so deep in thought— what a nightmare.

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“baaabyyyy!” the sweet sound of jungkook’s voice instantly made everything better, at least for now. his peachy soft lips went straight to your face almost immediately, smothering you with dozens of kisses while caging his beautiful, toned arms around your willowed frame. “you came home so late, was expectin’ you half an hour agooo.” he whines immaturely, holding you so tight he’s nearly squeezing you at this point. he must’ve really missed you. “i missed the bus… i wanted to talk with my professor about my presentation and thought i could make it but i guess not..” you pause, thinking if you should share what’s really crossing your mind, “…i was gonna call you to pick me up but didn’t think it was worth all that hassle.” now hearing yourself say that out loud makes it seem like he isn’t a reliable boyfriend, he very much is, it’s just the over-thinker in you. it’ll mark your 2 years of dating next week yet somehow you still felt like you were burdening him at times.

if the embodiment of ‘???’ was a person, that would be jungkook right about now; he couldn’t fathom you thinking such unlawful things. “hassle? what’re you talking about love, nothing is a hassle for me when it comes to you, absolutely nothing. next time you need me don’t hesitate to call babe,” he reassures sincerely. loosening his embrace momentarily to turn you around, he brings your chests together while his hands wrap your pretty waist, feeling his rapid heartbeat against yours. “i’m serious, you better call me next time.” the sternness of his voice alarming you that he’ll probably lecture you for this. he texts you hourly just to check in and make sure you’re okay, a simple drive to pick you up is the bare minimum to him. “well besides that.. how’d your presentation go?” jungkook’s doe-like eyes widen as he interrogates with questions. “i don’t wanna talk about it.” you silently mutter, already dreading what the final grades were going to be. “that bad, huh?” he proceeds with even more questions, “did you remember like we practiced last night?” you nod, lowering your head to stare at the floor, confidence dwindling by the second.

it truly hurts him to see you upset over something you’ve worked so passionately on, all just for it to feel ruined in the end. he hates that you’re not your usual bubbly and cute self, it makes him do everything he can to cheer you up. “it’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it now, i get it. you probably did well though, i bet you messed up like one time and no one even noticed ‘cause you’re so pretty!” he teases, inked, slender digits trail up to find solace on your chin, lifting your head up to face each other again. “stop stressing over dumb little imperfections, it never ends well.” “oh, you’re one to talk!” you whine into his chest, unable to deal with his hypocrisy. not jungkook of all people giving you this speech when he is literally the #1 perfectionist king. “and i’m not even that pretty..” you quietly mumble, hoping he wouldn’t catch that. “wait, what did you just say?!” his voice raised an octave of confusion, you would think someone had just told him the most horrific story, but no, here he is on the verge of a mental breakdown over his girlfriend feeling insecure. “i said i’m not that—” “no no, i heard you the first time. my brain just isn’t registering the fact that you don’t think you’re anything less than a walking goddess of this earth.” he was flabbergasted to hear you talk with such low confidence, “sometimes, i feel like you can do so much better..” that’s what fully broke his heart as you spoke, it pained him to know you harbored all these feelings deep down inside.

the only answer in solving this dilemma is by being a better boyfriend to you, showering you with even more compliments than he already does daily, and most importantly, proving that he is 100% devoted to you and you only.

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eyes half-lidded in lust, limbs spasming and going numb from the continuous stimulation, you can’t do much but moan out jungkook’s name on an endless loop. the first hour, jungkook took his heavenly time with your delicate, angelic body. everything about you is divine to him, he wants to appreciate every single inch of you, even the parts you despise. he dedicated his lips to kissing and pleasuring your whole body, leaving no surface of you untouched. he’d rave in between kisses about how beautiful you are, how lucky he is and how he’s willing to do anything to make you happy. if being love-drunk was a disease, he’d rather fall into a coma and never wake up than find the cure. he’s living his best life as he cherishes your innate beauty, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs as he reaches them, taking ample time to caress and praise your dreamy body. he’s always had a thing for your cute plush thighs, the way they’d bounce and jiggle when he plays with them makes him all giddy inside. he can never get enough of them or you, leaving numerous bite marks and coating them with his spit, “you’re a work of art princess, a masterpiece. don’t think any different.” jungkook murmured against you, voice laced with pure seduction and infatuation.

body buzzing in anticipation as he kept working his way up, leaving a chaste peck to your left and right hip bone, firmly gripping your thighs as he drags his lips to your center. the urge to make out with your cunt was insatiable for him, he needed his face buried between your legs, there was no place he’d rather be. “after this you’re gonna use my face as your throne and m’gonna give you the most mind blowing orgasm, capeesh?” jungkook props his head up for a second before kissing below your belly button. “c-capeeshh.” you hazily reply, mind still fuzzy from just his kisses and touch alone. you know you’re in for a wild ride whenever you sit on your boyfriend’s face, he always eats you like a starved man and makes sure you cum multiple times, he takes such pride in himself for having you be a twitching and moaning mess by the end of it all. his only goal and mission for the night was to make you feel so good that you reach your climax hard enough to see memories of your life flash before your eyes. as he made his way up to your waist, you melt into his warmth, craving him more and more as time goes on. you thought you felt your soul leave your body when he unsuspectingly attaches his mouth to your nipple, babbling nothing coherent as you rut your hips into nothing.

as much as jungkook wanted to keep the teasing going, he was so down bad to have you sit on his face in this moment, ready to show exactly how much love and obsession he has for you. “need you so bad babe.. need to taste you,” he sighs, shamelessly gawking over you as he maneuvers you on top. “you’re so fuckin’ sexy mama... would love to be in between these pretty thighs for the rest of my life.” you couldn’t help but blush at his dirty talk, feeling flustered as you slide off your damp polka dot panties, watching as he licks his lips, planning to devour you whole. jungkook was so excited, you’re always scared of hurting him whenever you sit on his face but he reassures you often that he’ll be fine, “you’re not gonna kill me babe, trust me. even if you did i think it’d be sick to put ‘died from too much pussy juice’ on my gravestone anyway.” he lightly jokes, never taking anything in the slightest bit serious. you position your lower half, hovering over his face as he stares directly at your wetness. the tent in his boxers only surged, he was so hopelessly attracted to you, he could cum just from giving you head.

“fuuuu- oh my god so good, so good! yess, keep going babyy..” your legs shake violently as you rock your hips back and forth, rendering a steady motion against your boyfriend’s soothing tongue. as you throw your head back in pleasure and delight, jungkook grips onto your thighs for dear life, using every bit of manpower he possessed in making sure you don’t move away. “mmmhh~” he’d hum into your sensitive, eliciting the harmonious moans he loves to hear every night. you clutch onto the floral sheets of the bed, hand full of jet-black hair in the other. “mmm.. taste so sweet for me..” he grunts against your dripping core, “like candy..” a few more sloppy licks then he’s back to aggressively sucking your clit. you were grinding his face with more speed and didn’t care as much about hurting him anymore, if he really was uncomfortable he’d speak up. jungkook would never do that though, you are his goddess and he wants this night to be all about pleasing you. “uhhh, t-think m’gonna cum..” you felt that familiar knot in your tummy, hips subconsciously rutting faster into his mouth as eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t tell much of his condition below you but his stamina never slowed, eating you out with everlasting hunger as his grip refuses to unravel. “cum for me princess, please.” his encouraging words help reach your high, feeling a whole new state of nirvana as your chest heaves, “fuck, jungkook, i love you!” you cry out, clenching around his tongue as he licks every crevice of you clean. the room spun around as you catch your breath, having trouble regaining your balance for a split second.

you droop down onto your heavy panting boyfriend’s chest, lightly sticking to his dewy skin from all the built up sweat. “sooo, how’re you feeling now compared to earlier? did it work? are all your insecurities vanished and gone now?” he’s back to his normal self again, asking his little series of questions. you giggle, “i feel great koo, definitely helped me relax..” flashing a warm smile as he reaches out for you to cuddle, “i must’ve done some life-changing shit in my past lives to deserve someone as good as you.”

#kinktober 2023 #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook smut #bts x reader #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x f reader #jungkook fic #bts fics #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabbles

[dreamescapeswriting]

Bound By Rivalry ~ JJK

⤜WORD COUNT:2.9K

⤜GENRE: established relationships, University AU, NON IDOL, jungkook being a soft baby boy and protecting the reader

⤜PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF READING BEING SLAPPED, BLOOD (Slapped by a professor not by Jungkook)

It was one of the last days before autumn break and this was the last place that Jungkook wanted to be, it should have been on top of the world with his break coming up but instead, he felt a sense of dread washing over him. He'd gotten into a small, maybe a large, argument with one of the other guys in his economics class and had started a scarp in the courtyard, and ended up punching him which now led him to be inside the principal's office. 

"I understand you want to move classes but I need the teacher's permission, he has to sign the form. Without that, there's no way I can move you." A voice Jungkook knew all too well sounded from the door and he glanced over to see his principal - Dale - staring behind him at whoever was in the office with him.

"But you don't understand I need out of there, he's-" The voice stopped and Jungkook stared over at you, biting down on his tongue as he watched you straighten your back a little. Were you trying to switch classes because of him? 

His eyes drifted over you as he took in your appearance, you looked as though you'd been crying but that didn't stop you from being beautiful, not that Jungkook would ever admit that out loud. He hated that he even admitted it to himself. You were smart, quiet, shy and damn right gorgeous.

He didn't like you.

At least that's what he told himself whenever he had to be around you, which was quite a lot. 

No one ever really spoke to you at the University, you were a scholarship kid, and you also worked in the school office during your free periods and in the cafeteria on your lunch breaks. It was why you didn't have many friends at the Uni, no one wanted to be friends with someone who was serving them lunch or working for the principal.

"I'll be with you in a second," Dale's voice was strong and demanding at Jungkook and he smirked at him, waving his hand. 

"Take your time, I'm sure you have much-pressing matters to attend to." He wiggled his eyebrows at Dale's assistant as he walked into his office, leaving you and Jungkook alone as he stared over at you. 

"Switching classes?" Jungkook asked, he had to admit that his interest was piqued at the thought of you moving classes because of him and he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease you. You glanced up, startled by his sudden intrusion, you hadn't even realised it was him in the office with you. 

"What's that all about, Yn?" He raised an eyebrow at you and you shook your head,

"It's nothing," You mumbled, attempting to brush off his inquiry with a forced smile, you wanted to get out of his vicinity as quickly as humanly possible but Jungkook jumped up and blocked the doorway. 

"Are you trying to escape the brilliance of my intellect?" He teased, a playful glint in your eyes and you scoffed at him,

"Hardly, Your ego is big enough to fill the entire lecture hall," You quipped at him, but your words lacked the usual bite that Jungkook loved so much. 

The two of you had been battling for the number one spot in the university ever since you had started there and you hated him, maybe hate was a strong word but you disliked him a lot. It didn't matter how hard you studied, or how much effort you put into your work he would always beat you, without studying and all while mouthing back to the teachers and it rubbed you the wrong way. 

Jungkook got to walk through the University as though it meant nothing to him and he still got everything he ever needed handed to him on a silver platter.

"Are you struggling with the workload? Not everyone can handle quantum mechanics." He quipped at you, you rolled your eyes a little and tried to swallow your emotions. There was no use telling anyone what was happening in class, not when they'd dismiss you or take the teacher's side so you just shook your head.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me go." You mumbled at him, slowly looking up at him as he frowned at you. As much as he teased you a lot about everything he wouldn't be happy to watch you leave, who would challenge him? Who would make him want to stay on top of everything? Without you he was nothing. 

"Ah, but where's the fun in being a genius if there's no one to challenge me? Besides, I enjoy watching you squirm whenever I'm around you?" You rolled your eyes at him and sighed, wanting nothing more than to go back to your dorm and rest for the rest of the night, but you had to stop by your physics class and ask the professor a question first and Jungkook wasn't helping by taking up your time.

"You don't make me nervous, as much as you think you do Jungkook."

"Never wanted to make you nervous, sunshine." The nickname sent shivers down your back and you tried to push past him, failing and stumbling back a little.

"Mr Jeon, you'll be here every day during your second period," The sudden sound of another voice in the room made you both turn around,

"What?" You both asked in unison, turning to face the assistant - Daisy - as she smiled over at you both, clearly not realising you weren't friends, not even close.

"As punishment for your fighting with another student, Dale thinks it's fitting for you to be punished this way."

"But I work the second Period." You told her as if she didn't know that already. But there was no way you were going to be able to sit with him for an hour a day for god knows how long so he can tease you more. That one free period was your time away from him.

"Good, you can show him what you do and how to answer the phone."

"But-" You were cut off as Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you shuddered, trying to ignore the tingling feeling you got up and down your back.

"We're going to get so close, Sunshine," Jungkook chuckled and you shoved past him, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as soon as possible, the form to switch classes closely clutched to your chest.

Your footsteps echoed down the corridor as you made your way to Professor Thompson's office, your heart pounding as you tried to shake off the uneasy feeling that was rising in front of you. You didn't want to face him, you never wanted to face him but you didn't have much of a choice. As you reached the door, you paused, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. With a deep breath, you knocked softly on the door,

"Come in," His voice slurred as you took in a deep breath, slowly pushing the door open and heading inside. Your stomach churned at the sight that greeted you, Professor Thompson was sitting slumped behind his desk, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand, his words slurred and disjointed.

"Ah, Miss Y'n, what brings you here?" He sneered at you, it was no secret he hated you, he'd made it pretty clear from day one of you being in his class senior year that he wanted you to get out but you'd stuck it out. As long as you could but he was bringing your grades down, constantly failing you because you were the only woman in his class. A woman that could keep up which seemed to baffle the old drunk, so he'd fail you.

Every paper you handed in would come back with an "F" slapped on the top, the same paper you'd give to another physics teacher who would give you an "A" based on what she'd been reading. Swallowing hard you trembled giving him the paper,

"I need...I need you to sign this, professor. It's a request to transfer out of your class," You hated that you were running from him but he was a drunk and a misogynist who didn't think any woman could handle his work. 

His lips turned into a cruel smirk, his eyes narrowing with malice,

"Ah, so the little mouse wants to run away, does she?" He slurred, getting up from the chair and walking toward you, but stepped back. He was drunk, it wouldn't take much for you to kick him and run but you needed him to sign it first.

"Please, Professor, I just...I can't do this anymore, you're right...A-A woman can't handle it." You lied, trying to plead with him to sign it but his laughter rang out like a gunshot, harsh and mocking.

"Too weak, too stupid! Is that it?" He spat, his voice laced with venom as he stared down at you,

"I knew letting women into the University was a bad idea, especially those who can't afford it," He mocked, your eyes stung with tears but you refused to let them show in front of him. 

Unbeknownst to either of you Jungkook was watching the whole exchange from the doorway, he'd followed after you to bring you your bag but when he heard the exchange it was like he was frozen on the spot.

"Please, just sign the form." You begged, your voice weak and trembling with desperation.

But before you could react, Professor Thompson's hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, the back of his hand connecting with your cheek with a sickening crack. Pain exploded across your face, hot and searing as you raised your hand to clutch your cheek. You stumbled backwards, your vision swimming as you fought to stay upright, but your hands wrapped around your waist.

"Yn," Jungkook rushed out, his voice filled with a mix of concern and fury, tears blurred your vision as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened, humiliation and fear pressing down on you and suffocating you. 

"Pressor, what you did was utterly despicable. you have no right to treat a student - anyone - like that!" He yelled out at him, turning back to look at you, his heart breaking as he noticed blood running down your cheek. Fury built up inside of him at the sight of you injured, his fists clenching at his side, hitting his teacher would do nothing but it didn't make him want to do it any less. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Thompson slurred out, his head shaking violently at the young man in front of him,

"Don't play dumb with me, I saw everything." He spat out, his voice was cold and unforgiving, you couldn't tear your eyes away from Jungkook, you'd never seen him so protective over someone before. 

"You should be ashamed of yourself! You're a fucking teacher, you're supposed to teach us and yet you choose to abuse your power!"

"I...I'll have you know, I am well within my rights to discipline my students as I see fit," He slurred yet again, 

"It's no longer the 70s Thompson! You can't hit a student," Jungkook boomed, wanting nothing more than to fight the older man.

"I can do whatever I want,"

"You're sorely mistaken, you think for one second I'm going to let you get away with it?" He laughed at him, walking you out of the office and pulling you into a nearby empty class.

You pulled your hand away and noticed your fingers were streaked with blood, you winced a little feeling a fash in your flesh. Drawing your hand away and noticing blood coating your fingers, bright red and thick. He'd cut you, most likely on the class ring he wore and tears rushed to your eyes again.

"Shit," You hissed out, Jungkook gently took your face in his hands and tilted it to look at him, his fingers were shaking as he stared at you. It was a cut on your cheekbone that looked deep but not deep enough for stitches. 

"I can tidy it up, come on." He whispered, about to link his hand in yours but you pulled it away,

"It's covered in blood," You mumbled, not that it would bother Jungkook. Getting to hold your hand was a blessing and he wasn't going to miss out because of a little blood.

"If you think for one second I'm bothered by a bit of blood you're wrong. You're hurt, Yn." He hissed out, his anger still at its boiling point because of Thompson, but as you slipped your hand in his it started to slowly melt away.

"Is he the reason for wanting to move classes?" Jungkook asked as he stood between your legs, your head tilted toward the light as he carefully cleaned up the wound that tainted your gorgeous face. 

"Yeah, he constantly fails me even when I do great. He's a misogynistic asshat," You mumbled, hissing a little as he applied some alcohol to the cut, wiping it clean and making you smile weakly.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with him like that,"

"Only female in the class, he was bound to single me out," You laughed dryly and Jungkook shook his head, gently adding some butterfly stitches to the cut,

"It probably didn't help when I was constantly teasing you though, I am sorry." He murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

"I never should have teased you so much. It was all just in fun, but I crossed a line."

"Jungkook...Your teasing never bothered me," You laughed a little and looked up at him,

"It pushed me to be better than you. I actually enjoy it." You giggle as you admit it to him and Jungkook felt a wave of ease wash over him as he saw you smile again, though he would never get the look of fear washed out of his mind.

"Thank you for helping me," You said as you looked at him, your eyes searching his as the two of you sat alone in the nurse's office. Standing so close to one another you could smell the aftershave he was wearing, 

"I'll always be here for you," He admits, running his hand over your cheek and smiling weakly, your heart skipped a beat as you stared at him, your pulse quickening the longer you stared at one another, his hand still cupping your face.

"I care...I care about you, more than I could ever say," He finally confessed, 

"I know we've been rivals but...There's always been something between us and I know I'm not the only one that feels this way," He whispers, almost as if he wasn't entirely sure of what he was saying. There was a high chance you'd tell him to leave but he needed to tell you otherwise he never knew when he'd get you alone again.

"You're not...alone in feeling that way," You whisper as you stared at him, both of you silent for a second before he leaned closer to you. You closed the distance between you, your lips brushing against his in a tender caress. It was a gentle kiss, filled with passion as you carefully wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you.

The years of pent-up attraction for one another unfolding as you made out, your heart racing so hard you could feel the blood pumping in your ears. Jungkook deepens the kiss, his tongue licking everywhere he can reach, your tongue sliding against his. He could kiss you forever and never get tired of it, but he knew you were in a vulnerable place and needed to stop. He bites your bottom lip softly before you pull apart, both of you panting heavily as he looks at you.

"We should go tell Dale, make an official report and get Thompson out of here," 

"That's where your mind went after kissing me? I must be a terrible kisser," You half teased, your heart sinking at the thought of him not enjoying it as much as you had. You turned away from him, wanting to look anywhere but at him but he slowly turned your head toward him,

"If I kept kissing you I'd never leave this room, once the report is done we're going out on a date."

"A date?" You quipped and he nodded at you, kissing your lips again and pulling back. As much as he wanted to stay there with you he couldn't stand the thought of Thompson ever being near you again.

After months of working hard with Jungkook the two of you were neck and neck with your grades but neither of you seemed to care about it anymore. You worked together on projects, and ever since you started dating it had been a whirlwind romance and you became the power couple of the school. Especially after having Thompson removed from the premises.

"Did you see the announcement?" Jungkook asked as he sat beside you in the principal's office. It had been his punishment to work here in his second period but he found himself enjoying the time with you.

"You're number one," He told you with a smirk, your eyes widening as you rushed to your emails trying to find out if it was true or not.

"I beat you?!" You squealed a little too loud, turning back to your boyfriend who couldn't stop his smile.

"If I had to be number two to anyone, I want to be number two to you," He whispered before kissing you softly.

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[lokiforever]

New teachers at school!!!!

Chapter 7

A/N : Matthew is a new comer in as Y/N's class

Matthew : Would you mind a dance?

Y/N : Uhhhhhh....

(You could sense the flirty vibes from him plus you barely knew him though you can easily defend yourself but still)

Matthew : Please just one dance!

Y/N : Maybe some other day.......

Matthew : Ok.... What about a drink?

Y/N : Fine.

( free drinks - that's why)

While the waiter was bringing your drinks you saw a familiar pair of eyes- Tom. He was looked at you and smiled and you returned the gesture .

Tom's POV

(Today, as he had no other work to complete he decided to go to the club.)

I was sitting on the couch in the club when I saw Y/N. I have to admit that I liked her since the beginning cuz she was a bright student but since she's been my teaching assistant, the things were quite different. I started liking her but more than as a student. And at the annual feast, Lord! She was looking absolutely breathtaking and the dance, it was just amazing.

She'll probably hate me if she knew how much I like her and not as a student but much more than that . Although I have seen the spark in her eyes whenever we talk or meet and the way her cheeks go crimson whenever I compliment her......

When I saw her today, my jaw dropped, she was looking exquisite . But wait a minute. She is with a guy. Matthew Cameron. Jealousy rose inside me which I know wasn't fair as she's just my student and I have no right of stopping her from meeting anyone.

Our eyes met and I smiled and so did she.

By the look in her eyes I could tell that she wasn't really enjoying it being with Matthew. He on the other hand had a 'please be my girlfriend' look in his eyes. One of the reasons why I like her, she had a 'not gonna happen' one in hers.

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Waiter : Here's your drink!

Matthew : Thanks.

When you both finished your drinks you stood up.

He kept his hands on your cheeks and leaned in. You pushed him away but he did it again. By the time you could, from the corner of your eyes, see Tom standing up and coming towards your direction. He was fuming. That was when you kicked Matthew in the stomach, grabbed his collar, smacked him on the bar counter, took out your dagger and kept it on his throat.

Y/N : Do. Not. Even. Try.

Matthew :W-what is wrong with you?

Y/N : What has gotten into me, you say?! It's you who is a creep!

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. Tom.

Tom : It's enough for today, dear! Just look at the poor thing!

He gently whispered in your ear.

Y/N *to Matthew * : If you dare do anything like that again you'll face brutal consequences.

You let go of his collar and he stands up.

Matthew : P-Professor Hiddleston?!

Tom : Mr Cameron, in my office! Tomorrow. After class.

Matthew : O-okay, p-professor..

Y/N : Matthew, don't you think you're missing something?

Matthew : I-I'm s-sorry....

He said looking down.

Y/N : That's better!!

He immediately ran out of the club.

You let out a long exhale.

Tom : Oh Lord! You got some serious skills, Y/N!

He says chuckling.

Y/N :Thanks! You see, it's important when your classmates are jerks!

You laugh.

Tom : By the way, you are looking ravishing as always, darling!

God, this man!!!! He's probably the only one who can make you blush so easily and the word 'darling' from his tongue is like............soooooooo much more than brilliant!

Y/N *blushing* : Thanks!

Tom : You never told me that you know how to use daggers too.

Y/N : I'm not very good at it....

Tom : Then, my dear, I can teach you!

Y/N : Wait a minute.........you know how to use daggers?

Tom : Mmhmm!

Y/N : Is there something good which you can't do?!

You say jokingly. He laughs.

Y/N :Were you serious when you said that you'll teach me?

Tom : Absolutely!

Y/N : Really?!!!! When do we start?!

Tom : From Monday i.e tomorrow. After school at my place, if you are okay with it.

Y/N : Great! And yes I'm completely fine with it.

Tom : Now, I hope you saved me a dance!

Y/N : Obviously!

Then you guys dance and you could easily feel the difference between the one with Matthew and this one. With Tom it was relaxing, safe and comfortable.

Y/N : Well, I just realized that your dance is a trillion times better than Matthew's.

You both were still dancing when you whispered in his ear, chuckling.

Tom : Ehehehe! I'm honored!

You guys dance for a while and then stopped.

Y/N : I must get going! We have class tomorrow!

Tom : Right! Do you want me to drop you?

Y/N : It's fine I can drive myself home. Thanks though!

Tom : You're welcome!

You guys got out of the club and went to your cars

Tom : Bye Bye, darling!

He said placing a formal kiss at the back of your hand. You blushed.

Y/N : Bye Bye, Tom!

*At your apartment*

Knock Knock

Your best friend opens the door and smiles widely as she sees you.

Y/B/F/N : Heyyyy!

Y/N : Hiii!!!!

Y/B/F/N : Did you meet someone in the club?!

Y/N : I might have...

Y/B/F/N : Come in, quickly and tell me everything!

You chuckled and went inside.

Y/N : Uhhh..... So when I entered the club, I met a guy named Matthew and he asked me for a dance and I disagreed...

Y/B/F/N : Really?! Did anything happen?!

Y/N : Not really..... After the dance rejection he insisted on buying me a drink and between that I saw....

Y/B/F/N : Professor Hiddleston?!

Y/N : Exactly! And after that he tried to kiss me and I pushed him away -

Y/B/F/N : Professor Hiddleston tried to kiss you and you pushed him away?!!!

Y/N : Oh, no, not at all! Professor Hiddleston didn't try to kiss me! Matthew did!

Y/B/F/N : Oh.......okay..

Y/N : Matthew was stubborn enough to try again.

Y/B/F/N : Tut - tut. Poor guy, I can imagine what you did.

Y/N : hehehe, yes I know you can! Then I did you know what. It was when I felt Tom's hands on my shoulders.........

You told her the rest of the story.

Y/B/F/N : Okay............so, from tomorrow you'll be taking defense classes from professor Hiddleston!

Y/N : Not defense classes, exactly.. but,yeah sort of.

Y/B/F/N : That's great!

Y/N : Now it's your turn! Tell all about the movie!

You guys talked for about half an hour and then went to sleep.

*In the morning *

~~~Buzz ~~~

You groaned as your alarm buzzed . "I hate waking up early !" you sleepily mumbled to yourself.

After a few minutes you woke up, took a bath and brushed your teeth.

Y/N : Wake up, y/b/f/n or else you'll get us late!!

Y/B/F/N : Argh! Fine, I'm up!

You wore a simple black denim skirt with a baggy white sweater, tights and black boots. And as it was a bit chilly outside you took your black overcoat.

Y/N : Let's go!

Y/B/F/N : Just give me a few minutes!

Y/N : Sure, but please be quick, our first class is Maths and I have a reputation to maintain in front of professor Downey!

You chuckle.

Y/B/F/N : Sure, why not?

She laughed and so did you.

*In the school*

You and your best friend got out of your car and rushed towards the corridor.

That was when you bumped into a strong chest. By the cologne itself you could tell it was Tom. Your cheeks went crimson immediately.

Y/N : Morning', professor Hiddleston! I'm so sorry.....

Y/B/F/N : Morning', professor!

Tom : Good morning and it's totally fine, miss Y/L/N. But if I may ask, why are you going that side? The hall is on the opposite side.

You looked at him confused and then to your friend.

Y/N : The hall?! But we are going towards the class.

Tom : The headmaster asked all the students and teachers to gather in the hall.

( Your former headmistress was ill so you had a new headmaster, Mr. Nick Fury)

Y/N : Oh..... I didn't know! Sorry.

Tom : There's no need to say sorry! Now, let's go we are getting late!

You all entered the hall and saw professor Jungkook which made your best friend smile. You both nodded towards him and joined the rest of the students.

Headmaster : Good morning, students! I requested your presence here today to make an important announcement. Professor Downey will be on a leave for a few months and hence, Mrs. Tessa Grace will now be teaching you mathematics, temporarily.

You get a bit emotional when you listen that one of your favorite professors will not be teaching you for a few months. Professor Downey was always nice to you and was proud of you as you were one of the brightest students in his class. You respected him very much and he was always there when you needed a word of advice.

Professor Fury :Please go back to your respective classrooms and you all can wish professor Downey your goodbyes afterwards as he will be here for today.

Y/B/F/N : Y/N?

Y/N : Hmm....

Y/B/F/N : It's okay it's only a matter of few months don't be sad.

Y/N : Yeah, but....

Mostly all of the students were already gone except a few who were saying goodbye to professor Downey and those too were outside the hall so you two were practically the only ones inside.

Tom : Students, please go back to your- Miss Y/L/N?! Miss Carter?

Y/B/F/N : Oh, sorry professor we were just going.

Tom: It's okay but first tell me what happened?!

Y/N : *sniffles* Nothing.....I'm fine.

Tom : There's definitely something.

Y/N : Not really.....

Tom : We will talk about it in my office after your class.

You just nod and go to your classroom. You enter the classroom quietly when you notice that the teacher is already there.

Professor Grace : Thank you, for finally deciding to join us in the classroom.

She says, more like a sarcasm.

Y/N and Y/B/F/N: Sorry, professor.

Professor Grace : What are your names?!

Each of you told her your names.

Professor Grace : Go sit!

You go to your seats and sit beside each other.

The class was moving oh, so slowly. It felt like hours and still half of the class was left.

Y/B/F/N : As far as I could recall, professor Fury said professor Downey would be here for today....

Y/N : He did, but not for teaching for telling this stupid *points towards Tessa Grace* the work and schedule.

Y/B/F/N : Hmm...

After a few more torturing minutes.

Y/N : Umm, excuse me Mrs Grace!

She simply turned toward your direction and hummed in an arrogant way.

Y/N : The answer to that question isn't 25 is should be 32.

Mrs Grace : Oh, really?! Then why don't you come and solve it if you're so smart?

Y/N : Ok.

You go towards the board and solve the question.

Y/N : Done!

She checks the sum from the solution that lazy woman had taken out from Google.

Mrs. Grace : It is.......correct. Nice. Now, go back to your seat.

She says like somebody has kept a knife on her throat to force that out from her.

*After the class *

Y/N : Ok.......so our new maths teacher is a witch with a b.

Y/B/F/N : She is.

It was time for english class which means professor Hiddleston. You both head towards the English classroom.

Class starts.

Tom : Good morning, class! Today will be studying one of Shakespeare's most known play Romeo and Juliet. So, I have decided that I will call a few of you here for a few main roles and all you have to do is narrate the lines of the characters. But I will call those who know about Shakespeare only. I will be reciting Romeo's lines.

All the students agree and a few girls wish that he chooses them for the lines of Juliet.

Tom : Mr. Will you will be doing the lines of Juliet's father and Miss Y/L/N, you the role of Juliet....

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💚Nyte!!💚

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head over skates · jjk ; part i.

··· SUMMARY; jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you happen to have known him for as long as you can remember but he is not who he used to be and you simply can't stand it.

so what happens when you're suddenly stuck doing a project with him for three weeks?

SERIES MASTERLIST · # TAG · MOOD BOARDS · PLAYLIST

PAIRING; hockey player!jungkook x f. reader

GENRE; fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au

WORDCOUNT; 1,514

RATING; 18+

WARNINGS; swearing

a/n; HEAD OVER SKATES SERIES IS HERE!!!! it’s a drabble series now so these chapters will be short but that’s better than nothing amirite :)) i hope you like this first part! enjoyyy <3 also, please lmk what you think!

“The project will be done in pairs of two–”

Jihyo copies your smirk from across the room as you lock eyes with her. You were thinking the same thing – you and her will pair up and do this project together. As best friends and classmates since freshman year, you’ve learned that you work the best alongside each other. However, both of your smirks crumble into tiny pieces as Professor Kim finishes her sentence.

“–which have already been decided beforehand.”

You let out a quiet, frustrated groan as you slump in your seat. Jihyo pouts and shoots a glare at Professor Kim without her noticing. You watch with a bored expression as she pulls up a document showing the pairs for the project. You skim the document until your eyes land on your name, written in Times New Roman right next to–

Oh, hell no.

The universe has a sick sense of humor, is the first thought your brain is able to process as you stare at the name written next to yours. It’s the name of the one person you haven’t spoken to since senior year of high school. It’s the name of the one person you still hold a grudge against. It’s the name of your childhood best friend and high school crush – Jeon Jungkook.

When you first met Jungkook, he was just 5 years old and nothing like the man he is today.

Back then he had just moved in across the street and it didn’t take long for you to realize he was the cutest, most shy little boy – you can ask anyone who knew him back then. He was careful with everything from animals to dead objects to other people and yet he was just a pinch of wild and reckless enough to allow himself to do some of the crazy stuff kids do when growing up. He was smaller than the other boys at his age; short and skinny, a round head, framed by his thick strands of black hair. He also had big, star-filled doe eyes that could convince any adult to let him have everything his way. And having his way was something Jungkook got used to as he grew older – sometimes a bit too much perhaps.

As his best friend during all the years going from elementary school through middle school and the first years of high school, you witnessed it first hand – teachers and his friends alike were all willing to go out of their way to make sure Jungkook was satisfied. No one really knows how that came to be – perhaps it had nothing to do with Jungkook at all but everything to do with the fact that his father was the board director at one of the biggest enterprises in the country.

Jungkook has always been very oblivious, hence why he didn’t put much thought into the special treatment he received from everyone as soon as people found out just how rich his parents were. 

While in middle school, he had yet to realize how girls were starting to look at him, how they would giggle whenever he would flash his boyish smile in their direction, how they would almost trip over each other to get his attention and call his name during lunch breaks only to blush and say ‘nevermind’ when he would finally react. Jungkook had yet to realize that he was becoming hotter and less shy. He was oblivious as ever but still cute nonetheless. 

And while all this went down, you watched from the sideline, wondering when he would realize – wondering when your friendship would end. Because it would. You knew that from the moment Jungkook flirtatiously smirked and winked at your friend one day without realizing. Or maybe he did. Either way, you realized it on his behalf – he was slowly becoming a big flirt.

It’s now five years later and you were right. And as much as you like to be right, you’ve never hated it more.

Your friendship did end.

It started fading out almost as soon as Jungkook realized what he was able to achieve with his good looks and flirty nature. Now you and Jungkook attend the same college but in two different worlds most of the time. The chances of you and him ever going back to being friends like you were when you were pre-teens are minimal. And it’s not like you’re trying to befriend him again.

Cocky jocks who think they’re the shit aren’t exactly your first choice when making friends. 

And somehow during your high school junior year, Jungkook became one of them. He picked up on the term ‘working out’ and found out he had muscles and how to grow them. He also found out how to use those exact muscles to make the girls swoon, making them feed his ego way more than what is considered healthy. And as if that wasn't enough, Jungkook began practicing hockey.

And guess what? He was damn good at it.

Ego overfed.

As time went by, you and Jungkook talked less. He was busy with his new friends, playing hockey, and hanging out with girls that were way more interesting than his best friend, also known as you. Eventually you found yourself spending time with other people instead of him, finding it tiring and painful to be the second choice whenever his other friends didn’t have time or when his parents would mention you and he would 'suddenly' remember you existed. 

The sight of different girls from school entering and leaving his house without his parents knowing wasn’t that fun either if you’re being honest.

Although, you never actually told him that – but you didn’t have to because the two of you were gliding apart by each day you spent doing your own thing. It hurt but your silly crush eventually turned into anger which later turned into despisal and borderline hatred towards your former best friend. Because Jeon Jungkook was nothing more than just another jock with an overfed ego and way too many fangirls trailing behind him everywhere he goes.

Your point is deemed proven the moment Jungkook gets up from his seat in the back and makes his way to you – said fangirls all turn their scowling gazes to you the second they realize what is happening. You feel his presence before he opens his mouth to greet you, something about it making your stomach churn as he plops down in the seat next to you.

“Hey, partner,” he grins when you slowly turn to face him. “What are the odds, huh?”

You don’t spare him a glance nor a reply as you get up from your seat, leaving him behind and trying your very best to ignore the way his eyes follow your every move. Your professor seems less than excited to see you standing next to her desk as she looks up at you.

“Mrs. Kim,” you offer her your best polite smile, “is there any chance it’s possible to change partners for this project? It seems-”

Professor Kim glances back to your spot where Jungkook is sitting in the next chair, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back, hints of a smirk on his lips as he watches you and Mrs. Kim. “Miss ____, the pairs have been decided beforehand for a reason. I was hoping to save time and energy by doing this and will not be spending said saved energy on splitting up pairs just because you’re unhappy with yours.”

You feel a frustrated whine push at the back of your throat as the words leave her red-tinted lips. “But-”

“____, I know you prefer to work with Jihyo in every class you share,” she pointedly and calmly says. “But as the professor, it is my job to challenge the students and push them out of their comfort zone. If there aren’t any actual issues with having Mr. Jeon as your partner, I suggest you take on the challenge and get the best out of it.”

The fake smile she shoots at you has you frowning as you turn on your heel, defeat hanging over you in a gray cloud as you make your way back to your seat. Jungkook’s smirk has widened and he seems more than satisfied by the fact that your request got rejected by the professor. You slump in your seat once again, stealing a glance at Jihyo who got paired up with none other than Kim Namjoon – the top student of this class and her crush.

What a lucky bitch.

“Cheer up, ____,” Jungkook’s voice intrudes your thoughts, pulling you back. He’s smiling smugly when you turn to face him for the first time since he sat down. “I promise I’ll behave.”

You huff out an unimpressed scoff and turn your attention to your notes, the grip on your pen so tight your knuckles turn white. You miss the way Jungkook’s smile falters a little as you look away.

This is going to be the longest three weeks of your life – you’re sure of it.

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