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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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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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hey ? i hope you are doing fine! actually i fell harder for your writings , are you probably accepting requests ? Too shy to express so as an anon . i wanna request u where jk and our mc are married already. and when doing it they are super duper romantic and lovey-dovey with so much sweet romantic talks . and some hard core? i'd love to read and scream in disbelieve if my fav author would accept this TT .

I LOVE YOU !! <8

Fav-- Favorite?! 😲😳 I love you too anonnie!! And...I wasn't accepting requests because of exams but I really do want to write this prompt...so I'm gonna do it.

Sorry if it's a bit long teehee!

JJK || Best Thing

warnings: smut (18+), loss of virginity (saving until marriage), breastplay, brief handjob, unprotected sex*(don't do this), sex with the intention to impregnate, dacryphilia, jungkook is big, needy jungkook, smol husband/wife kink

tags: childhood best friends to lovers, established relationship au, husband and wife, fluff and smut

There wasn't a time you remember without Jungkook.

Your moms were friends, so you often came over to each other's houses and played with one another until you'd get tired from running and collapse under the stars.

The both of you would go to huge parties together and laugh so hard you couldn't breathe while playing truth or dare.

His mom fed you breakfast in the mornings when you'd sleep over as a child, and then lunch when you had convinced your mom to let you stay "just until night time."

The both of you would burst out into a giggle fit underneath warm blankets with a flashlight and make shadow puppets and stories to go along with them. He'd even teach you new ones every once in a while.

Up until you were 9 or 10, the both of you were inseparable.

Then, one summer, Jungkook went on a vacation to see his family in Busan. You recall being bored out of your mind, sitting in front of the television just waiting for him to just come home already.

Your mom suggested that you write to him, so that's what you did.

Every letter in your 10-year-old handwriting, he kept. He stood at his grandparent's mailbox and checked it every hour even though his mom told him that the mail only comes at a certain time. He didn't care. He wanted to hear back from you again.

When he did receive your letters, he would fold them neatly and put them into a folder he labeled "from y/n."

At that point, his mom had caught on that Jungkook would have you in his life for a long time...and on the off chance that you ended up together, she wanted these precious documents to be preseved. Once the trip was over, she took the folder of your letters and stored it somewhere safe.

When Jungkook came back from Summer Vacation, however, he had gotten so much taller than you'd expected! It was intimidating. On top of that, he looked so much more grown up.

He made new friends in middle school who were much louder and funnier than you...

You felt left behind. It was unfair.

On weekdays, you never saw him anymore, and on weekends, he only came over sometimes. Those kids were putting ideas in his head that you didn't like at all.

They taught him that you were gross and that boys shouldn't hang out with girls. They taught him that boys were supposed to like different things than girls liked.

You always thought that was stupid. Jungkook never minded you painting his nails or putting hair chalk in his hair before those boys said anything. Sure, he'd pick blue every time but that's because it was his favorite color.

Middleschool changed him. So, you decided to do something about it.

Seventh grade rolled around and you were determined to know where your Jungkook went.

It wad the first adult conversation you ever had with him. "I miss you," you said. "We used to hang out all the time, and I don't know why we stopped."

That's when you noticed Jungkook's eyes shift downward. The look he gave you was really weird. It was almost like he was staring, but it was warm. His ears turned red and he kept covering his cheeks.

"Y/N, it's not that I don't like playing with you anymore, it's just...you're a lot prettier lately. You look like...you look nice," he struggled.

"Well, what does that have to do with anything? It's like you like me or something!" You teased.

You gasped. "That's it isn't it?! You have a friggin crush on me!"

"No. No! I don't, y/n! I don't like you!" Jungkook exclaimed, throwing a pillow at you in an act of defense.

"Pants. On. Fire." You challenged him.

"Well-- well..." he stammered. "Fine...I do like you...but if you tell the guys that I like a girl, you're dead!"

"Oh, I don't care about them. I just wanted to know why you were acting so weird," you informed.

Jungkook stretched out his hand to hold yours. It made his heart explode. Yep. That's how you knew you would be married.

It's been a decade since that incident.

At the wedding, his mom finally returned all the letters you sent to Jungkook that one summer as a gift. You couldn't stop the tears if you wanted to. Her gifts were lovely.

You remember your wedding very fondly. It was a massive celebration of the love you shared with Jungkook and everybody was excited that day. There were private moments and there were family moments, but at the end of the night, you both came home to your newly shared apartment and got intimate.

When Jungkook was a teenager he would always make up excuses to kiss you, whether it was "you have whipped cream on your lips!" or "your pouty face is too cute."

You would come over to study and catch up with him which eventually led to the both of you wildly making out on his bed...

It took an incredible amount of self control for him to pull himself from you and enforce the boundaries you had set for one another. "We shouldn't rush into this," he'd remind you.

You had both agreed to save yourselves for marriage. It only made him want to marry you quicker.

On your wedding night, however, you were completely exhausted and had absolutely no energy to even begin stripping the clothes off one another, so you decided to crash on the bed and have morning sex.

Oh, how you love smelling him.

You're not embarrassed about it. It's second nature to you to cling to him. One of your favorite thing to do is to hug him and inhale slowly and deeply on his chest. He caresses your head while you lay on him, adjusting your legs so that they wrap around his torso. You're not shy with the kind of touch you give him, very familiar and comfortable with his body.

He inhales slowly beneath you, his chest expanding so that you can feel the gentle thumping of his strong heart beat.

"You're my best friend, y/n," he speaks in hushed tones. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and from this moment on...I do believe in soulmates. Because I know you're mine." He kisses your forehead, pulling you up to his face carefully.

Jungkook catches your lips in a gentle kiss, like he had kissed you yesterday as his wife. He caresses your jaw with his thumb and index, his other hand snaking around your waist and caressing your side.

"I've spend my entire life...knowing you, exploring the most deep and personal sides of you. I know you like the back of my hand and now I want to explore your body," he hums into your ear. "I want you to see me."

"I want to see you, Jungkook," you reply, softly. A tangible heat grows between your legs at the thought of feeling him for the first time. Your curiosities will have been sated after so many years of craving his bare body. "I want to breathe you."

Jungkook presses a kiss to your cheek. "Finally," he groans. "Oh, I love you..." his eyes show it.

You sit up carefully and fixate on him. He leans backwards, giving you space. Your fingers dip into the fabric of your shirt and release your breasts.

Jungkook's brows furrow in arousal, his mouth slightly ajar at the sight of them. "God, you're stunning." He kneels forward and asks if he can touch them.

Your breathing stutters, and your mind is dizzy. The feeling overwhelms you. You don't want him to ever stop touching you.

"Please touch them, my husband..." you plea.

He does, and it's the most perfect touch in the world. It's amazing in every sense of the word. It's such a sensitive place for you, and to have the person you trust the most finally touch you like this is an act of worship.

"Hh~ah," a warbling moan floats from your lips.

Jungkook gasps. "That feels good," he informs, cautiously. "Can I keep going?"

"Yes, and please don't stop," you mewl, watching his strong, inked fingers delicately swirl on your tits, his palm cupping them securely.

He squeezes them, lightly. "How does that feel?" he asks, amazed at your reactions.

"Good," you smile, leaning into his touch. "Don't do it much harder, though..."

Jungkook retracts his hands and pulls his shirt over his body, flinging it toward a chair.

You've seen him without his shirt on before, when he'd invite you swimming out by the lake or at the beach, but the intention behind him stripping for you arouses you. He's doing this for you.

"Claim me however you want. I am yours to touch," he massages your hands briefly before placing them on his chest. "Y/N," he sings.

"Jungkook," you reply, kissing his lips sweetly.

The sun bloomed over the horizon like a flower, its raise peeking through the clouds and beaming through the curtains of your bedroom, filling the air with a benevolent energy.

You run your hands down his torso, every ridge of his body under your touch. Finally, you hover over the edge of his underwear.

"Don't stop there," he begs. "I've needed you for so long." There's a prominent, needy quiver in his voice that reminds you that this is his first time, too.

You're anxious. Thoughts flood your mind about whether or not you'll touch him right.

"No overthinking. I want your hands around it," he speaks against the crook of your neck. He sharply gasps as he spreads his thighs for you to access his cock.

He's overcome with excitement once you've wrapped your fingers around it. His body shakes before your touch and he kisses your collar in desperate encouragement.

"Jungkook..." you breathe, stroking him with care. He hisses in response, adjusting his hips so that you feel him better.

He feels heavy in your hand, girthy and beautiful. You wouldn't have ever imagined it feeling like this. The anticipation was building to an extent far beyond what you've felt before.

"Would you let me touch you like I've been dreaming about for so many years? Would you finally allow me to replace every one of your senses with my own feeling? I want you numb to anything else but me."

"I don't think you understand. I can't stand being away from you any longer. Even if our bodies are flush against each other's, even if I'm fucking you it's not enough, I need to make love to you."

You guide his hands down your body to where your swollen cunt is flooded with your thick arousal. His fingers curl to touch you, exploring your texture before finding your entrance.

"Aahh," you moan, causing Jungkook to glance up at your pretty face.

"You're so warm,," he smiles, pecking your lips. "Ohh, it's so good...they're like rose petals?"

You nod quietly, feeling your heart in your throat as you continue to feel him. He takes your thigh and drapes it over his own, pressing your hips against his.

Both your hands are between each other now, your bodies a mess of entangled limbs. You've woven yourself into him, and he's successfully become a single entity with you.

Your eyes squeeze shut at a wave of shuttering pleasure. Jungkook, having witnessed this, hushes you while holding your face. He presses his lips to yours and leans forward, deepening the kiss.

He pulls your body on to his and carefully removes your hand from his hard cock. Instead, he pinions your thighs open for him and grinds his length on your pussy.

"Ah~!" you hiss, holding on to him tightly.

"I've never done this before either," he reminds you. "I'll be so careful with you..." Jungkook caresses your back with his thumb as he grinds languidly against you.

It's such a wonderfully strange feeling. You're burning up all over and incredibly flustered, yet you feel unashamed at the same time and increasingly desperate for an orgasm at the mercy of your husband's cock. It's incredible.

Your combined scents gradually fill the room as it humidifies. The soft and sticky textures of your skin combine to create an intimacy and sensuality you had never felt before.

Jungkook releases your upper body on to the mattress and teases the crown of his cock on your cunt. For the very first time, you're able to get a view of his dick.

His girth alarms you. You wonder if you can even accomodate for him. You're sure you're dripping on the mattress below you at this point from how much you're producing for him.

His cock glistens with your nectar. He's ready to fuck his baby into you.

You anticipate him, clutching the sheets in weak fists while breathing out slowly. You smile reassuringly at Jungkook, who is teasing the head of his cock at your cunt.

He pushes in languidly, gliding without any obstruction. Your eyes flutter back in insatiable need. Jungkook's dick stretches you beautifully, prompting a remarkable groan from him.

Tears threaten his eyes at this point as he climbs to your face to caress you. You place your thumb beneath his eye and tug gently to allow the droplets to roll down his face. He presses his forehead to yours and bucks up into you.

"It's perfect," he breathes, overcome with euphoric bliss. "Your pussy..."

He rolls his hips into your cunt, fixated on your touch. You let out a soft whimper with each thrust.

He sucks harshly at your neck, marking you as his and his only as he paints using his lips and tongue. Jungkook's hands grab your thighs and kneads them hard, a clumsy warning of his impending orgasm.

Every part of his body screams "I love you."

"Fuck-- fuck,," you whine as your entire body shakes beneath his loving touch.

With no obstruction, you convulse wildly around Jungkook's cock, coating it in your nectar. His thrusts relent, his stammering hips halting before he cums inside of you.

Afterwards, you praise and kiss each other, playfully touching and teasing each other's bodies as you enjoy each other's naked presence. You're like kids again, trampling over one another trying to capture one another in each other's arms on the bed.

Eventually, Jungkook does gain dominance over you. He holds you to his chest, and now, he has never been sure of anything more in his life: that he will never let you go.

tags: @sxtaep

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