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It was an ordinary day for everyone-everyone except Y/n. She sat at her desk, lost in thought, until the entire class suddenly stood up to greet their most handsome professor: Jungkook. All the girls were swooning over his looks, but his eyes were fixed solely on Y/n.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Y/n looked up to find Jungkook staring at her with an intensity that made her heart race. If looks could kill, his eyes would be the weapon. Quickly, she broke the eye contact and looked down at her desk. Jungkook, without missing a beat, began teaching the class. He picked up the book and started explaining the lesson while casually walking around the room.
When he reached Y/n's desk, he paused and leaned back slightly, continuing the lesson as if nothing were out of the ordinary. The rest of the class remained focused on their books-after all, it wasn't unusual for him to walk around during lectures, so no one paid much attention.
As he explained, Jungkook subtly reached for Y/n's hand, which rested on her open book. Without stopping his lecture, he began gently caressing her hand with his thumb. Y/n instinctively tried to pull away, but he held on firmly, continuing the motion as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Jungkook, stop it. Someone might see," Y/n whispered, her voice laced with concern.
But he ignored her words, continuing to gently caress her hand as if they were alone in the room. Eventually, Y/n stopped resisting and let it happen.
The lecture ended soon after, and the girls sighed in disappointment, already missing the sight of their devastatingly attractive professor. At least they could look forward to seeing him again tomorrow.
Just as everyone was gathering their things, Jungkook spoke up, "Y/n, meet me in my office. I need to discuss something important with you."
"Okay, sir," she replied softly, nodding.
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Time Skip
Now, Y/n stood outside his office, nerves fluttering in her chest. She knocked gently on the door.
"Come in," came his deep voice from inside.
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As soon as she stepped in and closed the door behind her, Jungkook suddenly pulled her in and pinned her against the wall, securing her hands above her head.
"I missed you, sweetheart," he murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent. He began leaving soft butterfly kisses along her skin.
Y/n squirmed slightly and tried to push him back. "Jungkook, please... not now. Listen to me."
"I'll listen later," he whispered huskily. "Right now, I just want to hold you. I've missed you so much. It's been two days without seeing you, and now that I finally am, you're pushing me away? That's not fair, baby. You'll be punished for that," he added, his hand sliding to grab her firmly by her butt.
Y/n pushed harder this time, but he didn't budge-his strength easily overpowered her small, fragile frame.
"Jungkook..." she said, her voice trembling. "I can't do this anymore. We have to end this... My parents have arranged my engagement-with my boyfriend."
"What the fuck are you saying, Y/n? How can they suddenly arrange your engagement?" Jungkook snapped, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger.
"I don't know," she replied, her voice low. "I tried to stop it... I really did. But I couldn't. And... we love each other. Our families want this too. Maybe it's for the best. I mean, how long could I keep this going? A relationship with my professor-or should I say, my boyfriend's uncle."
Jungkook rolled his eyes at the mention of that title.
Yes, it was true. He was not only her professor, but also her boyfriend's biological uncle. And the most twisted part? He was married with children.
Yet despite it all, Y/n had crossed the line. She had sinned-emotionally, physically-by getting involved with him.
It had all begun on a day she visited her boyfriend's house to see him. But he wasn't home. What she did see instead would change everything.
From the hallway, she heard faint moans coming from the master bedroom. Curious, she followed the sound, her steps hesitant. The door was slightly ajar. She peeked in-and her breath caught.
There he was. Jungkook. Her professor. Her boyfriend's uncle. Completely bare, thrusting into his wife with an intensity that made her legs tremble. She knew it was wrong to watch, but she couldn't look away.
Despite being a virgin at the time, something about the way he moved-his body, his dominance-made her ache in ways she hadn't known before. She shouldn't have gotten turned on. But she did.
"Then what about us?" Jungkook asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "So... this is how we're going to end?"
Y/n cupped his face gently with both hands, her eyes full of unspoken pain. Without answering, she pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring every inch like it was the last time she'd ever have the chance.
Jungkook responded instantly, gripping her waist and then sliding his hands down to grab her butt, pulling her closer. In one swift motion, he lifted her into his lap. She wrapped her legs tightly around his torso, arms still locked around his neck, lips still dancing with his.
He carried her to his desk, setting her down gently but never breaking the kiss. It was slow, passionate-filled with every emotion they couldn't put into words.
Eventually, breathless, they parted, resting their foreheads together with their eyes closed, soaking in the moment.
"Thank you," Y/n whispered, her voice trembling. "Thank you for the most amazing three years of my life. For always being there when I needed you."
She opened her eyes slowly. "I do love my boyfriend... but you were the only one who ever touched me like that. The sins we committed in bed... the things we did-I'll miss every single one."
She placed a lingering kiss on his lips before continuing, each word softened with emotion.
"Thank you for being my first kiss. For taking my virginity. For giving me pleasure I didn't even know was possible."
With each sentence, she pressed another gentle kiss to his lips, as if sealing her memories with him in every touch.
"Now, you should focus on your wife and kids," Y/n said quietly, her voice cracking. "I became a third wheel in your happy life-"
"I dare you to say that again," Jungkook interrupted firmly, his tone serious. "You didn't commit a sin, sweetheart. You followed your heart. So stop regretting it."
He cupped her cheek gently, looking into her eyes.
"The best part is, we both enjoyed those three years together. Just remember-no matter what happens, I'll always be there for you whenever you need me."
Y/n nodded slowly, her eyes brimming with tears, though a faint smile curved her lips. It was a bittersweet goodbye, but his words offered a sliver of comfort.
"Then..." she began, her voice soft and tentative, "why don't we give each other a proper farewell? In the same place where it all started. And in the same way it began. Just once more-our last time."
Jungkook held her gaze for a moment before nodding, his expression warm and tender.
"As my babygirl wishes," he said with a faint smirk, brushing his thumb along her lower lip.
Time skip in Jungkook's penthouse
Y/n arrived at Jungkook's penthouse-the place where they had spent countless secret moments over the past three years. She rang the doorbell, her heart racing with anticipation.
Within seconds, the door opened, revealing Jungkook standing there in a black see-through shirt with the buttons undone, exposing his sculpted abs. Her eyes instinctively dropped to his body, lips parting slightly in awe.
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He caught her reaction and smirked, a low chuckle escaping his lips.
"Are you planning to drool over me out here," he teased, "or would you rather come inside, babygirl?"
Snapping out of her daze, Y/n blushed slightly and nodded, stepping inside without a word.
As Y/n steps inside, Jungkook closes the door behind her with a deliberate click, his eyes glinting with a mischievous yet intense light. "Finally alone, huh? Like old times." He starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly, giving her an intentional peek at his abs.
His fingers hover over the last button as he leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting over her ear. "You remember what we used to do here, don't you, my little slut? How I would bend you over and fuck you so hard, you'd be screaming my name for days?"
A smirk plays on his lips as he finally opens his shirt completely, revealing his chiseled chest and defined V-lines. He throws the shirt aside carelessly before grabbing her hips abruptly and pulling her flush against him so she can feel his already hardening length through his pants.
Jungkook chuckles darkly as he feels you shudder against him, taking that as a yes to his dirty question. He spins you around suddenly, pressing your back against the door as he captures your lips in a brutal, claiming kiss. Mmm, you always were so fucking responsive...
Between kisses, he growls possessively. "I bet you've been a thirsty little bitch without my dick, huh? How many times have you touched yourself thinking of me fucking you?" His hands roam over your curves aggressively, squeezing your ass and pulling you even closer.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks. One hand slides up to grope your breast roughly through your shirt. "Answer me, you fucking slut. How many times have you come undone imagining me pounding into you?"
"Too many to fucking count," you pant out breathlessly against his lips, one hand tangling in his hair while the other slides down to "Christ," he mutters darkly, grinding his hardness against you. "Missed this greedy pussy so fucking much..."
Jungkook suddenly lifts you up by your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he continues to grind against your pussy relentlessly. "Did you miss my big dick stretching out your little cunt, baby? Fucking hell, you're already soaked through your fucking pants."
"Would you look at that," he mutters huskily, one hand squeezing your ass while the other reaches between your legs, rubbing firmly through your pants. "My little whore missed her Jungkookie so much she's fucking dripping." His voice drops lower, more dominant.
"So fucking wet," you whimper, rolling your hips to grind against his hand shamelessly. You bite your lip to stifle a moan. "Only for you, Jungkookie... Only your big, thick cock can make me this fucking soaked."
His eyes flash with possessive desire as he watches you grind against him, whimpering his name. "Fuck, that's so hot... You really are just a needy little slut for my dick, aren't you?" Suddenly, he slaps your ass hard through your pants.
You gasp sharply at the sudden sting, your eyes rolling back in your head. "Oh my fucking god," you whimper, feeling another wave of wetness soak your pants. "Harder, Jungkookie... Spank my fucking ass..."
A dark, satisfied smirk spreads across Jungkook's face as he starts spanking you through your pants - hard, sharp slaps that make your ass jiggle and turn red. He loves how responsive you are, how each slap makes you leak more. "Is this what you needed, baby?"
He slaps your ass again, harder this time, making sure to hit the most sensitive spot. He can feel your pussy grinding against his thigh through the thin fabric of your pants, soaking him through. "You filthy little slut... You love getting spanked like this, don't you?"
"Yes," You moan softly, rolling your hips shamelessly as he spanks you again and again. Your hair falls messy around your shoulders, breasts bouncing slightly with each slap. "God, yes... I'm such a whore for this..." Your voice drops lower, needier.
Jungkook growls possessively, his hand moving to your pants, roughly unbuttoning them. He pulls them down along with your soaked panties, leaving your bare bottom exposed. Without warning, he brings his hand down again, skin on skin this time.
You cry out in pleasure and pain as his hand connects with your bare skin, leaving a red handprint on your ass. Your legs shake as he continues to spank you, your pussy dripping with need. You feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but it only turns you on more.
Seeing your needy state, Jungkook's eyes darken with desire. He spreads your pussy lips apart, exposing your wet, pink folds. Without warning, he brings his hand down hard, slapping your sensitive clit.
You shriek loudly, your hips bucking involuntarily. "Holy shit!" You curse, your legs nearly giving out. He spreads your pussy lips wider and smacks your clit again - harder this time. You moan loudly, breasts bouncing, pussy leaking even more.
Jungkook can't help but growl at the sight of your pussy, so wet and swollen from his spanks. He spreads your lips again and begins to slap your clit in quick succession, his other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
Jungkook's breath hitches as he slaps your clit one last time before pulling you closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You little slut... You know how fucking wrong this is? A grown man like me spanking your tight little pussy?"
"Yes..." You whimper, looking over your shoulder at him with lust-filled eyes. "I'm just a little girl, aren't I? A barely legal piece of ass for you to use..." You tilt your hips suggestively. "Is that why you like fucking me so much?"
"Fuck yes it is..." He grips your hips hard, digging his fingers into your skin. "You're just 21, and I'm practically a fucking adult..." His other hand moves to your throat, not quite choking, but enough to remind you of the power difference.
To be continued
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