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My Pretty Hyung
Tags: Sibling incest
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The first time Jeongguk asked, Taehyung had actually laughed, not the mocking kind, but that soft, deeply warm laugh he always gave when his little brother said something stupid. He thought Jeongguk was just being cheeky, teasing or joking like always.
"No, Gguk," he said, ruffling the younger's messy hair like nothing was serious. "We're brothers. Brothers can't do that. It's wrong, morally and biologically."
But Jeongguk's hand shot out and closed around his wrist. For someone still growing up, at nineteen, his grip was shockingly strong, tight enough that Taehyung's delicate bones ached under his fingers, making him flinch. Jeongguk's eyes might have been doe-shaped, but there was nothing innocent in them, no joking. Only darkness, the kind that comes when you've wanted something for so long, you'll take it no matter how wrong it is.
"But hyung... who the fuck cares about morals anymore? Who cares what people think? It's just me. And how's it biologically wrong if I'm not cumming in your womb? I'll wear a condom."
The air between them turned heavy. Taehyung's heart slammed against his ribs His baby brother had just come into his room out of nowhere and asked to fuck him. It wasn't a dare and he wasn't joking, he said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Before he could breathe out a single word, Jeongguk leaned in, voice dropping low. "Hyung, don't you want someone to fuck you? You're still a virgin, right?" The way he said it turned the last part into a threat, like if his hyung dared to say no, Jeongguk would do something unspeakable to him.
Taehyung gulped and he nodded. His voice came quiet, careful, like he was trying to talk down a wild animal. "I'm waiting for my soulmate. You should too, Gguk. Besides... at the freshers' party there'll be so many girls. Prettier..."
"No," Jeongguk cut in, almost snarling. "No hyung, you're the prettiest. I don't want them. I don't want anyone else. I need you. I need your pussy tight and dripping around my cock and choking me until I can't fucking breathe. I want to feel you squirm under me, crying, begging me to stop when I'm balls-deep in you and still not pulling out. I want to hold you down, kiss you, fuck you stupid, because you're so fucking beautiful it makes me crazy. I've thought about it every night, dreamed about it. You know I can smell you when you come out of the shower? And when you bend down and I see your cunt lines, I get so hard it hurts, hyung. And I'm done pretending I can ignore it."
Taehyung's face burned with shame. He couldn't even look at his little brother, Jeongguk's words clung to him like a fever. Before he could find something to say, Jeongguk was already walking out, leaving him flushed and trembling on the chair.
But Jeongguk didn't drop it.
For days, he kept circling back, cornering Taehyung in the kitchen while he was washing dishes, leaning over him when he was folding laundry, whispering during TV shows when their parents weren't listening.
"Hyung, I'm serious. I need to fuck your pussy. I've waited so long I can't fucking breathe right anymore. My balls hurt. My cock gets hard for you and no one else. I'm not asking you to do a thing, just lie there, and I'll fuck you. You won't have to move an inch. I'll do it all, and I promise... you'll feel good."
At first, Taehyung had told himself it was just his brother joking again. Then he thought maybe it was curiosity. Then he wondered if Jeongguk was just feeling cocky now that he'd turned nineteen, just started university, calling himself "an adult."
But every time, Taehyung's answer stayed the same. No.
Until today.
Jeongguk was in Taehyung's room again, like he always seemed to be lately. Taehyung sat cross-legged on the bed, drowning in an oversized T-shirt that hung loose over his thin frame, bare thighs peeking out, pale, thick and smooth. Jeongguk was sitting on the floor, head tilted up, doe eyes dark and locked on his older brother's face. Taehyung's pretty lips were caught between his teeth, nervously, but it only made them look more kiss-swollen. Jeongguk's gaze was fixed, unblinking, like he could will him into giving in.
"Please, hyung," Jeongguk's voice was low, almost hoarse. "I'm not even asking to fuck you... Just... let me see your pussy. Just once."
Taehyung exhaled hard, lips pressing together. "Why do you even..."
"Because I've never seen an adult pussy up close before," Jeongguk cut in, his words quick and desperate, like if he didn't say them fast he might lose it. "Not like a... real one. Not one that's... mature. Not your adult pussy."
"That's not..."
"Please, hyung." Jeongguk's voice cracked just slightly, desperate enough that it sent a shiver down Taehyung's spine. "Just for a minute. I swear I won't even touch if you don't want me to. I just... I need to see it. I think about it every time you walk past me in those tiny shorts. I see the shape and I..." He broke off, sucking in a breath, eyes flicking down like he could already see through the shorts. "I've been going crazy, hyung. You don't understand."
Taehyung's sigh was quieter this time. They used to bathe together when they were kids, splashing around without thinking about it. But that was years ago and now they were both grown, Jeongguk's shoulders broader, his voice deep, his hands big enough to wrap around his whole waist if he wanted.
And the way he was looking at him now didn't feel brotherly at all.
And it wasn't the first time Jeongguk had used that pleading voice, that low and desperate way of asking, but today something in it made Taehyung's chest clench and his head down in the smallest nod. Maybe it was the way his baby brother was begging like he couldn't breathe without this, or maybe it was the sight of those big hands curling on his knees, knuckles tight, veins standing up like he'd explode if Taehyung said no again.
"...Fine," Taehyung murmured, eyes looking away. "But only for a second."
Jeongguk's whole face lit up, a grin spreading like he'd just won something he'd been fighting for months. "Really?"
"Only to look," Taehyung warned, voice quieter now, though it didn't sound like it convinced either of them.
He hesitated but then his fingers gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it just enough while the other hand pushed his loose shorts and panties down, only far enough to bare himself. Pale thighs parting, exposing the soft, fat and pink pussy folds, faintly dusted with fine hair. Goosebumps prickled over the skin, either from the chill or from the Jeongguk's dark gaze.
Jeongguk froze, his gaze locked low. His lips parted slightly as he stared at the plump pink mound, the neat slit glistening faintly. His breath came slow, heavy, like he was trying to inhale the sight into his lungs and keep it there forever. His tongue licked across his lower lip, slowly and greedily, before he swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing.
"Holy fuck..." he whispered, not even looking up. "It's... prettier than I thought." His eyes flicked up briefly, pupils blown wide, then dragged back down like he couldn't tear them away. "Hyung... I could stare at this all fucking day. You don't even know what you're doing to me right now."
Taehyung just sat there, silent, face burning so hot it felt feverish. He couldn't bring himself to look at Jeongguk's expression but the way his brother's voice came out, made his grip falter. His fingers trembled where they clutched his shirt and shorts and the fabric wrinkling under his hands.
"Hyung..." Jeongguk's voice cracked, like he was on the edge of falling apart. "Your pussy... it's so mature. So adult."
Taehyung's cheeks burned hotter, shame crawling up his neck. "You've looked enough..."
"No, wait, please..." Jeongguk cut in, moving closer, near Taehyung's knees. He braced both hands on the bed, caging him in. "Can I...?" His breath hitched. "Please... let my cock bathe in your pussy juices. Just that. I won't go inside, I swear. I just... I need to feel it on me."
Taehyung blinked at him, stunned by the dirty phrasing, stunned by how his little brother's face could look so desperate and pleading at the same time. And maybe it was that look or maybe it was the breaking tone but against all common sense, Taehyung gave a tiny nod.
Jeongguk's exhale came shaky and ragged, relief and hunger mixing in his eyes. He moved in immediately, unzipping his jeans with quick, clumsy fingers, shoving them down just far enough to free himself. His cock sprang up against his stomach, thick and flushed deep red, a vein pulsing along the side. It was already rock-hard, twitching, the tip dripping precum like he'd been holding it back for hours.
"Fuck, hyung..." Jeongguk muttered, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it a slow, rough squeeze, precum sliding down over his fingers. "Look what you do to me... I can't fucking stop this now."
Taehyung's eyes widened. "You're..."
The rest of his words died when his gaze dropped. For a moment, all he could do was stare. He'd expected... less. Something ordinary. But what hung between Jeongguk's legs wasn't a cock meant for someone his age, it was too much. Long, heavy, thick enough to make Taehyung's stomach twist just from looking. The skin was flushed and dark, veins around to his fat, swollen head that leaked precum in heavy drops. He'd always assumed his baby brother would be average, something harmless. But this... this was obscene.
Before he could recover from the shock, Jeongguk shifted forward, and that thick length slid right into Taehyung's soaked pussy lips. The plump lips couldn't even hide half the girth, the blunt head parting them just enough to bathe him in the pussy juices.
Jeongguk moved in slowly, letting Taehyung's slick coat him from base to tip until his shaft was soaked in juices. The pussy folds clung to him, every grind making a lewd sticky sound that made Taehyung's thighs tense. Jeongguk's breath hitched, and a sound broke out of his throat, something between a groan and a gasp.
"Holy fuck... it's so warm... and you're spilling so much for me," he muttered, voice hoarse, eyes locked on where their bodies were pressed together. "And... God... so wet." He rolled his hips, sliding the blunt, fat tip over the swollen bud of Taehyung's clit in slow circles before sliding back down to bump against the quivering entrance. Each slide smeared more of his precum into Taehyung's folds, mixing into the flood of cunt-juice already dripping from him.
Taehyung bit his lip hard, torn between shoving him away and letting him keep going. Every grind made his stomach tighter, his pussy fluttering and clenching around nothing like it was begging to be filled. Each time Jeongguk's cock slid against him, the thought of stopping his brother slipped further from reach.
Jeongguk's breathing was getting rougher, his chest rising and falling fast as his hips started moving with more urgency. The lazy drags turned into short, urgent thrusts into the pussy folds, the fat head catching on that twitching hole over and over like it was testing the give. Each time, Taehyung's body betrayed him, his entrance flexed open, his juices gushed and his legs spread a little wider without his permission.
The mess between them only grew filthier, each grind smearing precum and cunt-juices into a filthy mix that dripped down Jeongguk's balls. And from the way he was staring, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, it was only a matter of time before he stopped teasing and shoved all that thickness inside his brother.
He was just about to thrust his cock when...
The sound of footsteps near Taehyung's door froze them both.
"Taehyung-ah, is Gguk in your room?" their mother called.
"Shit..." Taehyung yanked his shirt down and pushed Jeongguk back, hurriedly pulling up his shorts.
Jeongguk stumbled backward, fumbling with his jeans as he shoved his still-hard, wet cock into his boxers and zipped them up with trembling fingers. His face burned red, his heart hammering in panic. His mother was here, calling his name.
By the time the bedroom door opened, Jeongguk was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his phone in his hands, trying desperately to look casual, while Taehyung pretended to scroll through something on his laptop.
"Gguk-ah, what are you doing in your hyung's room? Let him study and don't disturb him," their mother said sternly. Jeongguk nodded quickly, unable to meet her eyes. His cock, still throbbing and sticky from tasting his pretty hyung's pretty pussy and his cock it throbbed painfully beneath his boxers.
Jeongguk couldn't sit still, the throbbing hard cock in his boxers making it impossible to focus. Every shift of his hips sent jolts of need straight through him and his cock, reminding him of Taehyung's pretty pussy and how it had gripped him just moments ago. Panic and lust mixed inside him as he realized he couldn't stay there, his mother was standing at the door, and the thought of being caught made him hotter than ever.
With a muttered curse, he bolted from Taehyung's room, heart hammering, legs trembling from both fear and desperate need to stroke his cock.
He ran straight to his room, he didn't even wait to shut the door properly before fumbling with his jeans and boxers. The second they fell, his cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, already wet with precum. It was dripping heavily, the cock was sticky and milky as if he'd already cummed in his boxers.
He collapsed onto his bed, fingers immediately wrapping around his hard, slick shaft, stroking and squeezing himself. His eyes darted to his phone, and with a shiver, he opened his gallery. There it was, pictures of Taehyung, smiling prettily that made his chest tighten and his cock throb uncontrollably.
Jeongguk swallowed hard, the memory of Taehyung's juices still coating his cock, the thought of that tight pussy, making his stomach tightened.
"Hyung..." he whispered hoarsely as he pressed himself further against his hand, stroking faster, dragging the tip over his palm again and again, imagining Taehyung's pussy hole, moaning, calling out his name.
He leaned over the phone, pressing it closer to his face, licking his lips as he traced over the images of Taehyung with his thumb, stroking his cock in time with the pictures he scrolled through. Every smile, every glance, every little exposed bit of skin made him shiver violently. Each picture of Taehyung became fuel for his desperation, every smile making his cock throb hotter, his hips thrusting as if he were thrusting inside Taehyung's dripping pussy.
"Hyung... need your pussy... need your pussy so bad..." he whispered, voice cracking, pressing the phone against his chest as he spread his thighs. His heart hammered as his eyes lingered on the picture of Taehyung's slightly parted lips. Fuck... he needed to push his cock inside there, imagining how pretty Taehyung would look, lips stretched around him, swallowing every inch, dripping drool and cum... so perfect, so impossibly perfect.
"God... hyung... I need you so bad... want your pussy... want you..."
Jeongguk's fingers pumped his shaft faster. He turned over the bed, chest pressing into the mattress as he thrust against his own fist, imagining every inch sliding deep inside Taehyung's tight virgin pussy. He hissed through his teeth, picturing that same perfect smile plastered across Taehyung's lips, the little body trembling beneath him as he thrusted his cock.
Every thrust of his hand mirrored the fantasy, slamming deep as if he were buried inside that pussy, imagining the pussy juices bathing his cock with every move. His movements grew frantic, hips rocking faster. Taehyung biting his lip, moaning, legs spreading wider, clit swollen and dripping, pussy clenching around him, fingers digging into his shoulders and begging for more.
His other hand went to his balls, kneading them roughly, the sensation driving him over the edge. Thick ropes of precum shot over his palm, some dribbling down the crease of his thigh.
And then he was cumming, violent, messy and consuming. Thick ropes of cum sprayed over his hands, some smearing across his stomach, some dripping down his legs, chest heaving, body trembling from imagining Taehyung beneath him, dripping, clenching and moaning. His mind was foggy, heart pounding, soaked in his own mess and the fantasy of that perfect, pretty little body of his hyung. He was completely lost, utterly addicted, already aching for the next time he could bury his cock inside him again, bathed in Taehyung's dripping pussy juices.
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It was past midnight when Taehyung felt a weight dip onto the edge of his bed. He stirred, blinking, and found Jeongguk sitting there.
"Gguk? What are you doing..."
"Let's fuck," Jeongguk said bluntly. His hair was a mess, his voice low and hoarse and eyes were dark
Taehyung pushed up on his elbows. "No. I told you, I'm not..."
"If we don't, I swear... I'll never talk to you again, and you'll never see me. I'll move out, live messy, parties, drinking, whatever I want and don't even think about trying to contact me and stop me." Jeongguk's eyes were dark, hungry, locked on Taehyung like he'd been starved all day and finally smelled the sweetest feast.
The words hit Taehyung like a punch. Jeongguk was his baby brother, the one he'd watched grow up under his care, and the thought of him leaving... it was unbearable.
"Jeongguk..."
"Hyung... don't you love me...?" Jeongguk whimpered, voice cracking, eyes wide and pleading like he was about to cry. "Hyung... please... I can't sleep... I keep thinking about it earlier... about your pussy..." He leaned closer, knee brushing Taehyung's thigh under the blanket, whining like a child desperate for attention. "That's all I can smell... all I can feel... I need it... I just wanna play... please, hyung... your pussy, clenching, dripping around my cock as I fuck your virgin cunt... Hyung, I'll be gentle, I promise... you'll like it... I'll be good... hyung..."
Taehyung swallowed, his heart pounding, partly from the stubbornness and desperation in Jeongguk's voice, partly from the way the younger's body made him shiver.
"...You don't even know what you're doing," Taehyung murmured as he shook his head.
"Mhmm... it's all because of you, hyungie... you don't even know how pretty you are."
Taehyung didn't say anything more, biting his lip as he looked down and silently nodded. He would never say no to his baby brother. If Jeongguk was just curious, as the older brother, he should say yes. Just this once. No one would know... and they'd use a condom.
Jeongguk didn't wait another second when he saw Taehyung nod. He shoved the blanket off, crawling between Taehyung's legs, hands trembling with excitement. His fingers tugged at the hem of Taehyung's sleep shorts and panties until they were bunched around his knees, exposing that fat pussy.
He glanced up at Taehyung, who looked down, silent, then watched as his hyung slid his shirt up, revealing smooth skin and those cherry swollen nipples.
Leaning down, Jeongguk spread Taehyung's legs as he licked his lips.
"God..." Jeongguk murmured, fingers hovering over the pussy slit before spreading the pussy lips apart. "You're so wet... hyung."
Taehyung's breath caught. "Don't just..."
But Jeongguk bent down before he could finish, pressing his mouth over the slit and gave a long kiss. The obscene sound it made filled the room, and Jeongguk moaned against the slick pussy. Taehyung shivered, tiny hairs on his pussy rising into goosebumps at the sensation, body trembling under Jeongguk's mouth.
Then Jeongguk licked like he didn't know where to start, hungrily exploring the wet pussy slit. He spread the lips apart, shoving his thick, wet tongue inside, messy, desperate swipes up and down, sucking at every fold he could reach. His nose pressed against Taehyung's swollen clit, teasing and nudging, making Taehyung moan uncontrollably as Jeongguk drank every drop of sweet pussy juices.
"Gguk, what no... it's dirty, no... nghh please..."
"Mmh..." Jeongguk pulled back just enough to murmur, lips shiny with Taehyung's juices, "It tastes so good... so sweet... I want more." Then he buried his mouth back in, pushing his tongue deeper, groaning when the tight, dripping pussy welcomed him. He licked and sucked the pussy in return.
Taehyung's back arched, moans spilling out as his body trembled. Jeongguk's thick tongue tortured every sensitive fold, sliding inside in relentless motions. The pleasure was so intense that tears rolled down Taehyung's flushed cheeks, juices dribbling from his pussy around Jeongguk's face.
Jeongguk's hands gripped Taehyung's thighs hard, holding him open, fingers trembling with excitement. One hand slid lower, fumbling clumsily at the wet slit before a single finger pushed inside.
Taehyung moaned sharply and deeply. "Slow... ah..."
"I can't," Jeongguk muttered, mouth still latched onto him, tongue thrusting and swirling. "You're so soft... so wet... it's... fuck... I can't stop."
The finger worked in and out, sloppily, before another joined, then a third stretched Taehyung until his pussy trembled around them. Jeongguk's inexperience showed, his pace was uneven, tongue and fingers moving without rhythm but his hunger more than made up for it. He should finger him more, explore everything but his cock was already throbbing, straining in his boxers. Taehyung had said yes, and that meant he should fuck him immediately. He couldn't wait any longer, the need to bury himself deep in his hyung's dripping, tight pussy was overwhelming, making his breaths ragged and his hands shake.
When Taehyung's legs trembled, Jeongguk pulled back just enough to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was straining visibly in his shorts, the fabric damp from how much precum had dripped, the outline thick, hard, and twitching.
"I can't wait anymore," he said, almost breathless.
Taehyung hesitated, but Jeongguk was already tugging his own shorts down, letting his cock spring free, flushed, leaking, twitching and drooling precum.
"C-condom...?" Taehyung whispered, eyes wide as he stared at Jeongguk's leaking cock.
Jeongguk hesitated just a second, then nodded, reaching for a condom in his shorts pocket. He tore it open with his teeth as he stroked his hard cock once, then rolled the condom down over his length, pinching the tip carefully before stroking himself again.
He lined himself up, fumbling, the cock head bumping against the wrong spot before he finally found the entrance. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
Taehyung opened his mouth to reply, but Jeongguk pushed his cock in before he could, and the air knocked out of him in a gasp.
It was clumsy at first, Jeongguk's thrusts were jerky, uneven, too fast but he was buried to the base, groaning like he'd finally found the only place in the world that mattered. His hyung's pretty pussy. His cock stretched Taehyung perfectly, lips gripping him, pussy juices coating the condom as he thrust deeper and harder.
Taehyung moaned helplessly, "Gguk... Gguk... slow down..."
"Hyung... you're so tight... I... fuck..." Jeongguk muttered, trying to control himself, but every clench of Taehyung's pussy pulled louder, wet sounds from him. "It's so hot inside you... ahh... and dripping so much... you feel so fucking good."
Taehyung's fingers dug into the sheets as his lips parted on moans. The pressure, the unfamiliar stretch, the way his baby brother's thick cock filled him, stretching him wide, making him bulge, it was overwhelming, every inch pushing him closer to madness.
Jeongguk pressed Taehyung's thighs back, folding them just enough to thrust himself deeper, almost near his womb. He leaned down, bracing on his forearms on either side of Taehyung, their faces so close that every ragged breath mixed in the air between them. Taehyung's flushed cheeks, parted lips, and wide, wet eyes only made Jeongguk hunger for him more. He pulled his cock out fully, then slammed back in, clumsy at first, searching for the perfect spot, until he found it, the place where Taehyung gripped him so tightly that every thrust was brutal but with more pleasure.
"Hyung-ah... you look so pretty... I never want to stop..." Jeongguk groaned, hips slamming forward, cock wet with pussy juices, each thrust of Jeongguk pounding deeper making filthy squelching sounds echoing through the room.
"Ggukie... ahh..." Taehyung moaned, trembling, hips lifting instinctively to meet Jeongguk's every cock thrust. The heat pooling deep inside him coiled tighter, the orgasm building fast as his pussy clenched relentlessly around the condom cock.
Jeongguk's thrusts grew frantic, desperate, sloppy, hips slamming forward, chest pressing against Taehyung's, their sweaty skin sticking together. Each clench of Taehyung's pussy made him groan, precum building inside the latex and dripping down the base of his shaft.
"Fuck... hyung... so good... so fucking tight..." Jeongguk panted, leaning down, lips brushing against Taehyung's ear as he whispered, his teeth grazing the shell of the earlobe, sending shivers down Taehyung's spine. "I can feel you clenching... and it's driving me insane..."
Taehyung's body rocked with every thrust, legs wrapping instinctively around Jeongguk, clutching him, pulling him in deeper. His moans were ragged, messy, dripping with need, urging Jeongguk harder and faster to fuck his pussy hole.
Jeongguk's fingers dug into Taehyung's hips as he fucked him. The sound of skin slapping against skin and desperate moans filled the room. He felt Taehyung twitching, clenching, pulsing around him.
"Hyung... ah... I... I'm..." Jeongguk groaned, hips jerking, cock thrusting deep, his every thrust pushed out Taehyung's juices. "You feel so fucking good... I can't stop... can't... God... I need you to scream my name..."
Taehyung's back arched, fingers clutching, toes curling as his orgasm started building. The pressure, the filling, the sound of Jeongguk groaning above him, it was too much. Both were so close.
Then Taehyung squirted. Along with his pussy juices, a watery gush spilled with every thrust of Jeongguk's fat cock, coating both of them. Jeongguk groaned, eyes dark with lust as he watched the juices drip down the condom. Next time... next time I'll fuck him raw... cock throbbed painfully at the idea of burying himself inside without the barrier, caring little if Taehyung wanted it or not, he just needed more.
He kept thrusting, sloppily and Taehyung trembled with overstimulation beneath him, the pussy clenching tightly with every thrust. Taehyung whimpered, "Too much... slow down..."
But Jeongguk didn't stop. His hands roamed, finding Taehyung's nipples, pinching and rolling them roughly as he slammed into him over and over, moaning into Taehyung's ear. The sloppiness from pussy juices made each thrust slide impossibly deep that left Taehyung shaking.
Taehyung moaned, trembling, clenching around the condom cock, tears starting to sting his eyes. Every thrust made him cry out, every slap of skin against skin sending shivers down his spine, and still Jeongguk didn't slow down.
Finally, Jeongguk came hard, cock shot thick ropes of cum into the condom, his body shuddering violently with the release.
Jeongguk stayed buried inside him, forehead pressed against Taehyung's shoulder, chest heaving, panting as if he couldn't bear to pull out. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and pussy juices, and both siblings were left trembling.
After a moment, Jeongguk murmured, "I'm not done with you, hyung. Not ever."
He didn't stay collapsed for long. Even with his cock still soft inside the condom, he shifted, nosing at Taehyung's neck, breathing him in, licking along the skin.
"Hyung..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I still want more."
Taehyung groaned softly, hands pushing weakly against him. "You just..."
"I know," Jeongguk cut him off. "But you feel too good... your pretty pussy... it's just made for my cock, hyung."
Before Taehyung could protest further, Jeongguk pulled out fully, sitting back to watch his hyung's swollen, glistening entrance loosen and drip. The sight made his cock twitch, hardening almost instantly again.
"Fuck... look at that," he breathed, wrapping a hand around himself, tugging at the condom before tying it off. "Your pussy... it's molded around my cock, hyung. Perfect shape."
Taehyung's cheeks burned crimson. "Stop talking like that..."
"No," Jeongguk said with a grin, leaning forward, pressing a thumb against the slick, still-quivering pussy lips. "You like it, don't you? Your pussy's still fluttering... still wet for me."
How was it?
I told momma that I write. I thought she'd be shocked or at least surprised but instead she just smiled and said "When you were young, you used to tell me stories so detailed they felt real." And I was the one who ended up shocked. I was like "Really??" The only thing I did know... from a young age I loved reading. Also I was a science student preparing to be a doctor lol.... but now me took literature 🤪
Oh and I also met someone unexpected after 5 years and the funny thing is the probability of running into them was basically zero.
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Part 2: jazzlovemaze.stck.me
Chapter Text
Professor’s Young C**** Addiction 3
Tags: Explicit sexual content and language, age gap, married professor Taehyung and student Jeongguk
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In Jeongguk’s university there was one professor everyone talked about. Always in tight skirts that clung to his fat ass, every step making it jiggle like he was begging to be bent for a cock. Nothing about him screamed “Professor Kim Taehyung.” Everything about him screamed “whore.”
His boobs were huge, straining against thin shirts that could barely contain them. Even his bra gave up trying, boobs spilling over, bouncing with every step. And when he bent to pick up a marker, it looked like those boobs would fall right out.
Red, swollen lips that stayed curved in a slutty little smile. Half-lidded eyes, filled with tease. Every glare he threw on students felt like an invitation to get on your knees. Students, teachers, even the old married fathers in the faculty, every single one of them ended up with a hard cock just from watching him.
Jeongguk knew it. He saw the way every man jerked off pathetically to the thought of Professor Taehyung, dreaming about fucking his holes and knowing it would stay just that, a wet dream. Because no matter how much of a slut he dressed like, Professor Taehyung was married.
And that made Jeongguk laugh. Because when he walked that day, he wasn’t heading to his dorm, wasn’t heading to the university. He was walking to someone’s house.
His professor’s house.
The day Jeongguk found out that his hot professor was actually married, the first words that came to his mind were simple: a whore like him was never supposed to be a wife. A whore didn’t deserve love. He deserved nothing but a cock buried inside his holes.
In his mind, Taehyung wasn’t a professor or a married wife. He was nothing but a filthy slut tied to a king-size bed, legs spread wide, cunt dripping slick, helpless and trembling, drooling and crying under Jeongguk. Every moan, every drip of pussy juice made Jeongguk’s chest tighten and his cock throb so hard it hurt.
“Fuck… I’d bury myself inside you and you’d say thank you for it. You’d be moaning, dripping, begging for me like the desperate whore you are…” he thought, biting down on his lip just to stop himself from palming his cock in the middle of the street.
But how the fuck was Jeongguk supposed to stop imagining when his hot, married professor was meant to be fucked by him like a man whore? The thought made him lick his lips as he picked up his pace, almost running, cock already aching against his sweats.
Should he first finger fuck him violently? Should he stuff Taehyung until his sloppy cunt swallowed his whole fist? Jeongguk could already see it, the professor trembling, thighs quivering, pussy juices dripping everywhere while his drool and tears spilled down his pretty face. And Jeongguk knew it, he wouldn’t say stop. He’d choke out a broken moan “more” with that ruined voice.
Jeongguk would spread him wide, lap at that messy pussy, tongue fucking him until his jaw ached, sucking down every bit of slick until Taehyung arched off the bed like a needy bitch. He’d never be satisfied.
Then Jeongguk would finally shove his sweats down, cock springing free, fat and dripping. Before giving him what he wanted, he’d spank that slutty cunt, make him jolt, then slap his fat cock against it until Taehyung was whining, grinding desperately, begging for cock like a cheap whore whose husband couldn’t satisfy him.
“Beg me, Professor,” Jeongguk would growl, gripping his hair, forcing those teary eyes up. “Beg for my cock. Tell me how useless your old man is.”
Taehyung would break, voice cracking, “P-please, Jeongguk… need it… ngh… need your cock, not his. Fuck me, ruin me…”
And Jeongguk would sneer, shoving in raw because who the fuck needed a condom for a slut like this? He’d bury himself to the ball-deep in one brutal thrust, cock splitting him open, and watch Taehyung’s married body convulse around him like it had been waiting only for him.
“God, you’d be so wet for me you’d drip like you were pissing,” Jeongguk thought, teeth sinking into his lip until it stung. “Dripping, shivering, drooling everywhere, little cunt clenching on nothing, begging for young cock. One day I’ll make you choke on it, take me whole, gag on every inch until your throat belongs to me too.”
And then came the thought of golden showers. The dirty thought of it made his cock twitch so hard it hurt, precum spilling freely as if his body couldn’t wait. He pictured hot piss sliding down Taehyung’s trembling body, soaking his pretty face, running over his heavy boobs, tracing down his smooth belly to his thighs, dripping over his cunt until it glistened, pee-slick, messy and so fucking hot. The idea of it made Jeongguk smirk cruelly as the building came into view. Today. He’d make it happen today.
But Jeongguk’s imagination only got darker at every step. Taehyung wasn’t just spread and crying, he was drenched in spit, sweat, tears, pussy juices, dripping Jeongguk’s cum from his stretched cunt, marked further by hot piss smeared over it like a brand. A marked slut. A whore’s proof.
That was how Jeongguk wanted him forever: used, messy and claimed. Nothing noble, nothing respectable. Not a professor. Not a wife. Just a filthy obsession turned into a dripping toy, trembling and ruined under his cock. A body made for nothing else but taking his fat cock over and over until Taehyung forgot who he used to be, forgot everything except what Jeongguk forced into him, his role as a cumdump, a piss-soaked hole, a whore begging only for Jeongguk’s cock.
It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t even love. It was an obsession, raw and rabid, the way teenagers fixate on someone older, except darker, nastier, too much.
♡
Jeongguk knocked on the door, his knuckles tight with anticipation, cock already fat and straining against his sweats. It leaked precum just from the thought of what was waiting behind that door.
When it swung open, he almost cummed in his pants.
His hot whore professor. Taehyung.
He stood there in nothing but a plain white shirt and the tiniest black panties, the fabric clinging to the swollen lips of his cunt like it was begging to be freed. The shirt hung loose, but the top buttons were undone, and Jeongguk’s eyes dropped instantly to the swell of his boobs, bare, no bra at all. His nipples were right there, outlined and obvious, fat nipples pressing against the thin shirt. Jeongguk could see the shape, the color, the softness that just begged to be sucked and bitten.
And those thighs… thick, pale, perfect. The panties bit into his skin, cutting just enough to show his pussy mound and ass like he’d dressed himself for this exact moment, not as a professor greeting his student but as a dirty slut waiting to be fucked by student.
“Good evening, professor,” Jeongguk muttered, his voice low, dripping with lust.
Taehyung smiled, that slow, knowing curl of lips that made Jeongguk’s cock jerk violently. His mouth looked red and swollen, like he’d already been used, soft and ready to be bitten and stretched around a cock. “Good evening, Jeongguk-ssi. What do you need?”
Jeongguk stepped forward, close enough to smell the clean scent of his body wash clinging to skin. His gaze dragged down again, nipples, panties, cunt lips and then back up. He didn’t sugarcoat it.
“Your cunt,” Jeongguk said flatly, like it was the simple and factual answer to the question.
Taehyung blinked, lips parting just slightly, a flicker of surprise swallowed almost instantly by something filthier in his eyes. He let out a soft laugh, breathy. “Straight to the point, aren’t you? What makes you think you deserve it?”
Jeongguk smirked, his voice dropping darker. “Because I bet your panties are already soaked, professor. You knew exactly what I was coming for, that’s why you dressed up like a whore, right?”
Taehyung licked his lips slowly, seductively, making them wet and glistening.
Before he could even react, Jeongguk kicked the door shut, not giving a fuck if it locked or not, because who cared? He hadn’t come for privacy. He came for a cunt to fuck.
Jeongguk’s hands were on him instantly, big palms grabbing at his professor’s heavy boobs, squeezing them hard, greedy, fingers digging deep like he wanted to leave bruises. He pinched Taehyung’s fat nipples until they stiffened under his touch, and then his mouth crashed against Taehyung’s lips, biting, sucking, spitting. Drool spilled into the kiss immediately, wet and messy, dripping down their chins as Jeongguk shoved his tongue down his throat, swallowing every moan.
Taehyung whimpered, lips parting wider like he was opening up for cock, clutching weakly at Jeongguk’s broad shoulders. Jeongguk licked into the roof of his mouth, sucked his tongue roughly, fucking his mouth like it was just another hole.
“Mmgh… nghhh… Jeongguk-ahhh…” Taehyung moaned, his voice cracked. The youngest was relentless, stamina like a beast… no, Jeongguk was a beast.
Taehyung’s body gave in even as his mind fogged, moans spilling helplessly into Jeongguk’s mouth. His shirt rode up, nipples brushing across Jeongguk’s knuckles with every brutal squeeze. Jeongguk groaned against his lips, making the kiss dirtier, grinding his rock-hard cock against that needy cunt through the thin panties until both their mouths were dripping, spit smeared across their chins and down their throats.
Jeongguk pulled back just far enough to bite down hard on Taehyung’s bottom lip, sucking until it was swollen and painful red and drool spilling down Taehyung’s chin. “Bedroom,” Jeongguk muttered against his mouth, his hand already sliding down to the curve of his ass, shoving the panties aside, gripping the ass tightly before slapping it hard.
Taehyung moaned, breath trembling. “Not in… the bedroom…” he whispered, shaking his head slightly, lips wet and bruised from the kiss. His thighs pressed together as if that could hide the way his cunt was dripping from just being kissed like that.
Jeongguk’s eyes went sharp and cold. He squeezed one of Taehyung’s heavy boobs, fingers digging in until the older man arched with a sharp moan of pain. “Not in the bedroom?” Jeongguk repeated, voice dark, mocking. “What now… you suddenly have a conscience? Now remembering you’ve got a husband? Trying to act like you’re faithful?” He sneered, twisting Taehyung’s nipple through the shirt until the older man moaned loudly. “Don’t fucking act like a wife. You’ve been acting like a slut for months. A cheating wife whore letting his younger student eye him up every damn class.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched, his mouth opening but no words came. His heart pounded under Jeongguk’s palms, his whole body trembling while the younger man pinched and rolled his nipples cruelly, pulling another helpless moan out of him.
“Professor Taehyung,” Jeongguk snarled, voice low and vicious as he shoved his muscular thigh between Taehyung’s legs, grinding up against his juices dripping cunt through the thin panties. “Remember, when you’re in front of me, you’re not a professor. You’re not a wife. You’re nothing but a slut.”
He leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear. “From the moment I saw you… the way you walked in front of your students, the way you bent over your desk, the way you smiled like a stripper, I knew you weren’t here to teach. You were never there to teach, professor. You came to the university just to whore yourself out. And now look at you. Spreading your legs for a kid. Loving it.”
Taehyung whimpered, thighs trembling and his panties already soaked through as his cunt rubbed messily against Jeongguk’s clothed thigh.
Taehyung whimpered, head falling back as Jeongguk’s mouth dragged along his jaw, biting down, sucking bruises deep into the pale skin of his throat. His hands trembled uselessly against Jeongguk’s chest, no strength to push away. The younger man’s hands gripped his ass, pressing him harder against the thick clothed cock. It wasn’t an average cock, it was fat, long, made to wreck holes and Taehyung was grinding shamelessly, soaking through his panties as his cunt leaked all over Jeongguk’s thigh.
“Never forget what you are,” Jeongguk hissed, tongue licking against Taehyung’s ear before he bit it hard enough to make him flinch. “You’re not meant to be anyone’s wife. You’re not meant to sit behind a desk, grading papers like you’re respectable. You’re meant to be tied down, drooling, taking cock after cock until you can’t even remember your own name.”
Taehyung trembled at the words, pussy clenching and unclenching desperately, dripping so much slick onto Jeongguk’s thigh it soaked through the fabric. His breaths came sharp and heavy, lips swollen and drooling like a hungry bitch, eyes glossy as the last bit of fight slipped right out of him.
“Please… need more,” he whispered brokenly.
Jeongguk’s hands slid down, fingers pressing against his cunt through the soaked panties. The fabric was drenched instantly, and his fingers pushed in hard, thrusting his fingers onto the clothed dripping pussy. Jeongguk leaned in close, voice a low growl against his ear. “Bedroom. Now.”
Taehyung whimpered, thighs quivering.
Jeongguk pinched his pussy lips through the fabric, twisting until Taehyung cried out in pain, the sound spilling shamelessly from his lips. His whole body trembled, grinding roughly down on Jeongguk’s thigh for friction, whining louder as the pressure built.
His lips moved, trembling, desperate. Finally, he whispered, broken, “Remember… we… we had a deal…”
Jeongguk smirked darkly, pulling his hand away only to slap Taehyung’s cheek lightly, making him jolt and moan. “That’s right,” he murmured, lips brushing against his ear as he said darkly. “And I’m here to collect.”
♡
When Taehyung gave him the directions, Jeongguk didn’t waste a single second. He grabbed his wrist tight and dragged him, kicking open the bedroom door and shoving him down onto the bed so hard the mattress squeaked under his weight.
Jeongguk quickly and roughly tore Taehyung’s shirt open like it was nothing, buttons flying across the room, then brought his palm down in a loud slap against his heavy boobs. The boobs bounced under his plan, soft, perfect and squeezable. Then Jeongguk slapped again, harder, until the skin flushed red and the boobs bloomed with his handprints.
He groaned at the sight, then shoved Taehyung’s thighs wide and yanked the black panties down. The lace was ruined, soaked through, sticky, dripping wet. Jeongguk let out a mocking laugh when he squeezed the panties.
“Look at this,” he sneered, holding the dripping wet panties up between two fingers. “So fucking wet you ruined them just from a little kissing and grinding. You really pissed yourself on your own panties, professor? You’re so fucking disgusting.”
Taehyung moaned shamelessly at the words, eyes half-lidded. “Y-yeah… I can’t… please…” His ass lifted off the bed, grinding in the air, cunt dripping juices messily down his thighs to the sheets.
Jeongguk’s eyes caught on something then, a frame on the bedside table. Taehyung in it, smiling shyly with his husband, an older man. Jeongguk smirked darkly, tossed the soaked panties across the room so they landed against the picture frame.
“No wonder you’re like this,” Jeongguk laughed. His hand grabbed Taehyung’s jaw, fingers digging in, forcing him to look at the frame. “That old bastard can’t fuck you right, can he? Bet he doesn't know where your sweet spot is, because his dick is really small. That’s why you’re spread open like a bitch for younger boys cock. For my cock.”
Taehyung whined, cheeks burning, but his hips rolled up shamelessly against nothing. His lips parted, a broken moan leaving him as his cunt clenched hard in the open air.
Jeongguk kicked off his sneakers, yanked his shirt over his head, and shoved his sweats down his thighs, kicking his clothes aside without a second thought. His cock slapped up heavy against his stomach, flushed dark red, fat and leaking precum like it had been waiting just for this. Thick veins stood out along the shaft, the cock head dripping constantly like the beast ready to fuck his innocent prey.
He sneered down at Taehyung, who was still grinding up like a bitch in heat. Grabbing his ankles, Jeongguk shoved his legs up to his chest until his boobs squashed flat under his thighs, folding him nearly in half.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk spat, grabbing his jaw tightly. “Do you even know how pathetic you look, Professor Taehyung?” His hand came down hard, slapping Taehyung’s dripping cunt until it splashed juices across his palm.
Taehyung cried out, cunt twitching, hips trying to lift toward the cock already hanging so close. “Jeongguk-ahh… give it… give me your cock…” he begged, voice breaking, drool slipping from his lips.
Jeongguk laughed, eyes burning with lust. “I know how cock-hungry you are, whore. You’ll get it. You’ll always get it.” He slapped his cock against Taehyung’s soaked pussy, smearing precum all over the swollen cunt lips, the sound filling the room, it was so obscene. “My professor couldn’t even wait. Crying, begging, dripping for a young cock. And as your good student…” he leaned down, teeth biting Taehyung’s ear, he growled, “...we had a deal. So how could I not give you mine?”
Without warning, Jeongguk lined up and slammed in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep in one go. The force shook the bedframe, as the slap of skin sharp and loudly echoed in the bedroom.
Taehyung’s whole body jerked, a scream tearing from his throat as tears spilled instantly. His cunt stretched around the fat cock, trembling, gripping so tight it felt like he was trying to swallow Jeongguk whole. Drool spilled from his mouth as his back arched, thighs spreading wider on instinct, desperate to take more even Jeongguk’s balls.
“F-fuck… so thick… ahhh,” he sobbed, clawing at Jeongguk’s shoulders to drag him closer, as his chest heaving. “So full… oh god, Jeongguk…”
Jeongguk groaned, thrusting deeper until his balls pressed against Taehyung’s cunt lips. His hands pinned Taehyung down hard, and he sneered against his wet lips. “That’s right. Cry on it. Drool on it. You’re not a professor, not a wife. You’re just my cunt-whore now.”
Then Jeongguk pulled out, Taehyung’s cunt clenched so tight around him it was like it didn’t want to let go. Jeongguk growled, slamming back in so hard the headboard cracked against the wall, then pulling out again until only the fat tip stayed pressed to his hole. Every thrust was brutal, balls smacking sharply against Taehyung’s ass, as the obscene dirty sound filled the room.
Taehyung arched off the bed, moaning brokenly as Jeongguk’s hands gripped his heavy boobs, squeezing and twisting his nipples until he cried out. His professor clung to him like he never wanted Jeongguk’s cock to leave his body.
“Nghhh… Jeon… so full… mmh… ahhh…” Taehyung whined, his voice loud.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” Jeongguk snarled, cock thrusting with ruthless precision. “You feel like you’ve never been fucked in your life. Is that it? Old man can’t even fuck you right? That’s why you drool for my cock, right? For a younger dick to split you open.”
He pulled out again completely, his thick cock shining wet with Taehyung’s juices, then spat right onto the twitching cunt hole before slamming back in with one merciless thrust. Taehyung screamed into the pillow, his body jerking as Jeongguk set a brutal pace, pounding until the bedframe rattled against the wall.
When Jeongguk pulled out again, Taehyung whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He didn't like it when Jeongguk kept doing this as his tears dripped down his cheeks. Jeongguk only laughed, then drove back in harder, balls slapping loudly. His soaked cock pistoned into the clenching hole, each thrust dragging more cunt juices down his thighs, down the sheets, until everything was messy and dripping.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“Professor…” Jeongguk grunted, voice low and vicious, “so fucking tight… but acting like a loose whore. What a nice and tight cheating slut made to take my cock.”
He bent low, biting Taehyung’s neck hard enough to leave angry red hickeys, his cock never slowing, not even cumming. His voice was a growl against Taehyung’s ear. “Say it. Say you’d rather get fucked by your younger student than your useless old husband's pathetic cock.”
Taehyung just sobbed, cunt clenching around him tightly, lips trembling with the words Jeongguk demanded.
He shook his head weakly, lips trembling, the words stuck in his throat. Jeongguk only laughed, cruelly and darkly, and drove in harder, the fat head of his cock punching deep against Taehyung’s cervix until his cries broke into sobs.
“What’s wrong, professor?” Jeongguk mocked, snapping his hips forward, balls slapping against Taehyung’s wet pussy folds with each brutal thrust. “Can’t say it? Or is your old husband still haunting you while I fuck your cunt raw?” He yanked back to the tip and slammed in again, making Taehyung arch helplessly. “Doesn’t matter. Your pussy already confessed… gripping me like this, soaking my cock… you love it. You fucking need it. You’re mine.”
He spat in Taehyung’s face, spit dripping down his cheek. Jeongguk rubbed it in with his palm, forcing Taehyung’s teary eyes up to meet his own. “Open your mouth, whore.”
Taehyung obeyed with a shaky whimper, tongue out, eyes glazed. Jeongguk spat again, thickly onto his tongue. “Swallow.” His voice was sharp, commanding. “That’s what you’re good for. Spit, cum, piss… you’ll take it all for me.”
The bedframe rattled violently as Jeongguk fucked into him harder, each thrust hammering the air out of Taehyung’s lungs. His heavy boobs bounced against Jeongguk’s chest, nipples red and stiff. Jeongguk grabbed them rough, twisting one hard enough to make Taehyung yelp, then leaned down to sink his teeth into the swollen boobs, leaving a bruise that made Taehyung’s whole body shudder.
“Mhhnnghh… ahh…” Taehyung’s cries were muffled against Jeongguk’s shoulder, as drool slid down his chin.
“You dress like a slut in the university and expect me to ignore it?” Jeongguk growled against his skin. His thrusts grew harsher, angrier, cock pounding into him like punishment. “Tight skirts, shirts unbuttoned, bending over your desk like you want a student to fuck you. Don’t lie… you’ve been begging with your eyes since day one.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“You’re not a professor,” Jeongguk spat, slamming balls-deep with every word. “You’re not a wife. You’re just a cumrag wearing a ring you don’t deserve.”
Jeongguk’s cock drove in deeper, relentless, every thrust punching wet squelches from Taehyung’s hole, slick coating his length until it dripped down his balls. “Listen to yourself,” he taunted, landing a harsh slap across Taehyung’s ass, the sound cracking through the room. He fucked harder, faster, balls smacking loudly against skin. “Moaning like a bitch in heat while your husband’s picture stares us down. What would he say if he saw you right now? His precious wife, folded in half under me, drooling for cock like a desperate whore?”
Taehyung whined, voice breaking, eyes screwed shut, tears slipping free. But his body betrayed him… clenching Jeongguk tighter, cunt leaking so much juices it soaked the sheets beneath them.
“Pathetic,” Jeongguk hissed, fisting his hair and yanking his head back until their eyes met. His spit-shiny lips trembled, ruined with bruises. “Say it. Say you’re my fucktoy. Say your husband’s useless.”
A sob tore out of Taehyung’s throat, his voice cracked and broken. “I… I’m your fucktoy… Jeongguk, please… don’t stop…”
The words made Jeongguk’s cock throb violently inside him. He growled low, animalistic, and slammed into him harder, sweat dripping from his temple onto Taehyung’s flushed heavy boobs. “Good little whore. That’s all you are. Mine to ruin. Mine to break. Mine to fuck raw until you forget what it feels like to be anyone’s but mine.”
He pulled all the way out, cock gleaming wet, then slapped it against Taehyung’s swollen pussy, smearing slick and precum across the folds. “Filthy bitch,” he spat before ramming back in with one brutal thrust that made Taehyung scream, legs shaking around his waist.
Jeongguk pressed a palm down hard on his lower belly, grinning when he felt the thick outline of his cock pushing deep inside. “See that? I’m in your guts, professor. Bet that useless old fuck at home never split you open like this.”
He leaned down, biting his ear, voice sharp and filthy. “Say it. Say you’d rather choke on my cock than kiss your husband goodnight.”
Taehyung’s nails clawed deep into Jeongguk’s shoulders, desperate, as if trying to support himself while his cunt strangled the thick cock splitting him open. He wanted it deeper, wanted Jeongguk’s heavy balls slapped right up against his ruined pussy. His body convulsed around the cock, broken sobs ripping out of him, drool soaking his chin, every brutal thrust shoving him closer to the edge until his body snapped.
His cunt clenched violently and he squirted, clear liquid splashing between their bodies. “F-fuck… ahhh…” Taehyung whimpered, voice slurred.
“Messy little bitch,” Jeongguk snarled, sinking his teeth into Taehyung’s neck until the older man cried out. He licked at the mark, smirk curling his lips. “I’ll paint you in my cum and my piss, cover you until you stink of me. When that old fuck walks through the door, he’ll smell it on you… he’ll know you spread your married cunt for your student. You’ll never be clean again.”
His cock head slammed against Taehyung’s cervix over and over, the wet squelch of his abused hole filling the room. Even after squirting, Taehyung’s body wouldn’t stop clenching around him, trembling helplessly as overstimulation fried his nerves.
Jeongguk just gripped his ass harder, spreading him wide, pounding in mercilessly like he wanted to rearrange him from the inside. He wasn’t even close to cumming, while Taehyung sobbed beneath him, voice wrecked and hoarse.
“Ahh… Jeongguk… too much… it’s too much…” Taehyung cried, fingernails tearing into the sheets, body jerking violently under each brutal thrust.
“Too much?” Jeongguk laughed, before biting down on the back of his neck hard enough to bruise. “I’m not even fucking close to done with you. You begged for a young cock, remember? This is your fault. Pathetic cheating whore… you don’t deserve love, you deserve to be fucked raw every day, cock after cock, until you’re nothing but a used-up hole.”
The words shattered something in Taehyung. He wailed, whole body tightening, cunt clamping down so hard Jeongguk groaned.
“Yeah.. fuck… milk it, slut. That’s all you’re good for.” Jeongguk’s thrusts turned ragged, heavy balls smacking against Taehyung’s ass, his growl low and feral. “Squeeze your student’s cock like the whore you are. You’ll never take another man’s dick again after this. Not even your husband’s.”
Jeongguk fucked him down into the mattress like he owned him, every brutal stroke punching breathless cries out of Taehyung’s throat. His body shook under the assault, drool wetting the sheets, pussy clenching around the thick cock splitting him raw.
“You’ll dream of this,” Jeongguk growled, voice sharp against his ear. “When that old man kisses you, when he tries to touch you… you’ll close your eyes and think of me. My cock rearranging your insides. My spit in your mouth. My cum dripping out of your cheating hole.”
Each thrust grew wilder, feral, balls slapping messily against Taehyung’s soaked pussy. Taehyung wailed, cunt convulsing helplessly around the cock stretching him open. Jeongguk slammed deep, grinding down until his pelvis crushed against Taehyung’s ass, cock head punching straight into his guts.
“Take it… take every drop, bitch,” Jeongguk snarled, teeth sinking into his shoulder as his cock finally jerked inside. He spilled hot, thick ropes of cum into him, so much it gushed out around the base, dripping down Taehyung’s trembling thighs and soaking the sheets in a filthy mess.
Jeongguk didn’t move, stayed buried to the hilt, panting against Taehyung’s back. He ground his cock deeper, slow rolls of his hips, like he was trying to stamp his mark inside, forcing every drop higher into his cunt.
Finally, with a wet pop, he pulled out, smirking at the ruined hole fluttering and leaking, cum bubbling out in thick white streams. He slapped Taehyung’s ass hard enough to make him jolt, watching the mess spill even more.
“Don’t even think about cleaning up,” he muttered darkly, voice full of satisfaction. He dragged his cock head over the abused slit, smearing cum across swollen folds. “I want you dripping when your husband gets home. Let him see it running down your thighs, let him smell me all over his perfect little wife. He’ll know exactly who you spread for.”
Chapter Text
Professor’s Young C*** Addiction 2
Taehyung's fat ass swayed as his big boobs bounced with every hurried step toward the door. His black nightgown fluttered around his thighs, teasing flashes of panty, ass and cunt lines with every move. If Jeongguk leaned just a little closer, he could see that black panties clinging tight to his whore-professor’s cunt, panties that were so drenched they looked drowned, not in water, but in the flood of Taehyung’s juices and the thick ropes of cum Jeongguk had pumped into him barely half an hour ago.
When Taehyung spoke, his voice came out sugary sweet, dripping seduction. The perfect housewife greeting her husband after a long day. But Jeongguk knew better. That “perfect wife” act belonged to no one but a cock-hungry whore, a married professor who spread his legs for his student and begged to be stuffed full of young cock until his pussy dripped nonstop.
“Honey~ you’re back,” Taehyung cooed, lips curling into the sweetest smile as he blinked up at him. Such a perfect little act, even while his pussy still clenched desperately to hold Jeongguk’s load. No matter how much he tried, the cum was too much, thick and heavy, spilling down onto his panties, no matter how hard he clenched. The warmth of cum made his body twitch with the urge to moan, but he bit it back, eyes shining as if he were nothing but a pure little wife.
His thighs trembled, heavy boobs sore and sensitive, nipples still stiff and tingling under the thin fabric. His lips were swollen from kissing, biting and sucking by Jeongguk’s mouth, his pussy hole stretched wide and sloppy from the thick cock that had wrecked him. And like the shameless whore he was, even while greeting his husband, Taehyung’s cunt screamed for more.
The old man leaned in, pressing a tired kiss to Taehyung’s cheek, completely oblivious. Jeongguk’s jaw tightened, he wanted to laugh right in the bastard’s face. The husband was blind, couldn’t even smell the thick scent of sex coating his own wife, couldn’t see the fresh bite marks on Taehyung’s neck and boobs, couldn’t hear the sticky squelch every time his professor’s thighs brushed together. The idiot was kissing a cumrag, a bitch dripping with another man’s seed, and he didn’t even know it.
Jeongguk’s cock twitched at the sight. If he were the husband, he’d never let Taehyung walk out of the bedroom again. He’d keep him on his knees, boobs pressed together around cock, or folded over the bed with his ass up, begging for more. Every second, every thought in Taehyung’s brain would be cock, cock, cock… his cock.
Instead, that “husband” was nothing but a shriveled old fool with a useless dick, holding a wife who was already ruined. Ruined by Jeongguk.
Then his husband looked behind Taehyung and asked, “Taehyung-ah,” his gaze shifting toward the younger man standing there. “Who is he?”
Taehyung licked his swollen red lips, only to feel a hot, heavy glob of cum slip free from his ruined cunt. It soaked through the panties, sliding warm down the inside of his thigh until it dripped onto the polished floor between his feet. His face didn’t falter, though. He tilted his head, big boobs bouncing with the practiced sway of a perfect housewife, pressing his thighs tightly together in a desperate, failing attempt to stop the cum from leaking out. “Oh! This is… my student. He stayed for an extra study session,” he chirped, sugary sweet, as if he wasn’t dripping cum like a whore in heat.
Jeongguk smirked, stepping a little closer, a dark gaze dragging shamelessly over Taehyung’s body. “It’s… nice to meet you,” he said, his tone polite but in amusement, but also with mockery. His hand twitched like he wanted to grab Taehyung right there, bend him over and make him squeal while the clueless husband watched. What he really wanted was to see the man’s face when he learned how his beautiful “wife” had been moaning, clawing, grinding on his young student’s cock like a cheap street slut… begging to be split open, begging for more.
But Jeongguk already knew. That pathetic old man would never know. Couldn’t know. Because Jeongguk had already made up his mind: Professor Kim Taehyung was his. That fat ass, that dripping cunt, that whimpering married body, it belonged to him, no matter if he wore the ring.
“Uh… nice to meet you too,” the husband replied, oblivious, shaking Jeongguk’s hand with all the clueless politeness of a man who didn’t realize he was gripping the same hand that had just been buried in his wife’s pussy.
The husband smiled, weary, and asked Taehyung to make a cup of coffee. Like the perfect obedient housewife, Taehyung nodded, boobs bouncing as he turned toward the kitchen. The old man excused himself to the bedroom, shutting the door gently behind him.
Taehyung’s eyes followed that door, heart pounding. The sheets in that room were still sticky, the mattress still damp, the air still heavy with the thick, undeniable smell of sex and cum. Jeongguk had fucked him raw there, ruined him there, left stains his husband was too blind… or too pathetic to notice. The thought alone made Taehyung’s pussy clench, another bead of seed forcing its way out and sliding down his leg.
And Jeongguk, watching, grinned like the devil himself.
Then he came closer, slipping his hand under the nightgown. Three fingers pushed the soaked panties aside and shoved into Taehyung’s pussy without hesitation. His fingers slid in obscenely easy, the mess of cum and pussy juices making it loud, wet, dirty and cock-hardening sound. Taehyung’s head fell back, his lips parting as a moan spilled out. “Jeongguk… ahhh… n-not right…”
He bit his lip hard, teeth sinking in to silence himself, but his body betrayed him. His hand clutched Jeongguk’s arm for balance, cheeks burning red, legs trembling and instead of pushing him away, the shameless professor spread his thighs wider. His married pussy hole clenched desperately around those young fingers.
Jeongguk chuckled, eyes dark, breath hot against Taehyung’s ear. “Whore will always be a whore… am I right, professor?” His tone was a taunt, his fingers twisting inside before pulling out, leaving Taehyung empty and needy. But not without pinching his swollen pussy lips cruelly, then smacking them with a sharp, stinging slap that made Taehyung jolt and whimper.
“Mmh…” Taehyung glared at him, but it was weak, lips wet from saliva as his thighs trembled.
Jeongguk laughed. If it were anyone else, they’d be panicking, shouting at him to stop because the husband was right there in the house. But Taehyung didn’t. He didn’t even pretend to care. And that was exactly what drove Jeongguk wild. His professor wasn’t just a slut, he was his slut, so cock-drunk he didn’t even bother pretending otherwise. Jeongguk’s cock swelled painfully hard in his sweats just watching him fall apart because of his fingers only.
Jeongguk’s hand clamped tightly around Taehyung’s neck, dragging him forward until their lips crashed together. His tongue forced its way in, sloppy and roughly, fucking Taehyung’s mouth like it belonged to him. He growled into the kiss, already imagining how he’d use this mouth next time, shoving his cock so deep down his throat Taehyung would choke, gag, and drool all over himself like a desperate little slut. His teeth sank into Taehyung’s swollen lips, hard enough to make him whimper.
“B-be polite now...” Taehyung moaned, lips trembling.
Jeongguk chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look at him, smirk curling, cock pressing up against the soaked front of Taehyung’s panties. “Polite?” he scoffed, voice dripping with mockery. “Polite my ass. Professor Taehyung, don’t act like you’ve got any shame left. You’re standing here dripping my cum in front of your husband, while he thinks you’re some perfect little housewife. You love it, don’t you? You fucking love being a whore, for my cock, so how can you expect me to be polite?”
Taehyung’s knees almost buckled, his body trembling from the shameful truth in Jeongguk’s words. His lips parted, breath shaky. “Yes…” he whispered, then a louder, shameless and broken moan, “Yes… I love it… I really, really like your cock.” His voice cracked, eyes pleading. “But Jeongguk-ah, not right now… I… I have to make coffee for him… so you leave…”
Jeongguk only laughed, pressing his hard clothed cock against Taehyung’s soaked cunt through the thin barrier of his panties. He thrusted into him and grinded which pushed aside the panties, and his nightgown bunching up around his waist. The fat head of Jeongguk’s cock pushed hard against his dripping hole, only separated by their fabrics, and Taehyung clenched helplessly, leaking more, soaking everything.
Then Jeongguk gripped Taehyung’s chin, fingers digging in, forcing the older man’s face up. His thumb pressed hard against Taehyung’s trembling lips before shoving roughly inside his mouth. Taehyung gagged lightly, lips stretched around the digit, drool slicking down his chin.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk sneered. “Big fat boobs spilling out of that stupid nightgown, ass so wide it bounces every time I slam into you. And you think you can ask me to leave? Fuck no, professor. You’ll never get rid of me. Not when you love being my personal cum dump.” His thumb pressed deeper, forcing Taehyung to suck it. “And don’t forget our deal. I’m gonna fuck you whenever I want. In your house, at the university, in front of your pathetic husband, in front of students and teachers who probably jerk off thinking about your slutty body. Doesn’t matter. Only I get to use this whore cunt. Only I get to own you.”
Taehyung whimpered around the thumb, pussy throbbing so badly he didn’t even care about the coffee, or his husband just steps away. His body betrayed him, grinding slightly against Jeongguk’s cock, pussy juices leaking through his panties. “Please… ngh… please…” he stuttered, desperate and shaking.
Jeongguk smirked, yanking his thumb free, then pulled down the nightgown roughly underneath his heavy boobs, bra less, then grabbed Taehyung’s boobs in both hands, kneading the soft flesh roughly. “Yeah, I was so right. You’re just a cock whore, professor.” His voice dropped into a growl as he bent down and sank his teeth into one of those heavy boobs, biting hard enough to bruise.
“A-ahhh…!” Taehyung moaned, head falling back, lips parted in a loud moan. His big boobs squashed against Jeongguk’s mouth as he pushed them forward, desperate for attention. The hard nipples inside Jeongguk’s mouth as he licked with his tongue roughly and wetly.
“You love this,” Jeongguk hissed against his skin, dragging his teeth over the swollen nipple before biting down hardly again, making Taehyung whine and arch his back. “You love when I suck your nipples, you love being bent over like a used-up slut, dripping pussy juices. You love when I treat you like the filthy whore you are, spank you, spit on you and humiliate you. Remember you're not a professor. Not a wife. Just my fucking whore toy.”
His other hand slid down Taehyung’s waist, gripping the fat ass hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He squeezed, groped, and kneaded until Taehyung whimpered. “God… this fat fucking ass. Made to bounce on my cock, to take me over and over until you can’t walk.”
Taehyung’s legs shook violently, cunt leaking through his panties, wetness soaking the fabric and running down his thighs. He clutched Jeongguk’s arms for support, voice breaking as he confessed shamelessly, “Yes… yes, I love it… I love being your slut… I love being used by you…”
Jeongguk laughed darkly. He then twisted Taehyung’s nipple between his fingers until the older man cried out, his heavy chest bouncing wildly from the abuse. “Pathetic fucking professor,” Jeongguk spat, lips brushing against his ear. “Can’t even pretend to be a wife for your old man. All you can do is spread those fat thighs and beg for my cock. What a shameless bitch.”
Taehyung’s cunt clenched so hard it almost hurt, panties drenched beyond saving. The soaked lace clung to him like a second skin, every inch of it sticky with his own slutty juices. He arched, moaning, boobs shaking, ass grinding instinctively back against Jeongguk’s crotch, feeling the fat cock head press against his pussy entrance. His voice cracked, a broken whimper spilling out. “Please… Jeongguk… don’t stop…”
Jeongguk bent down, lips brushing Taehyung’s ear, voice dripping with mockery. “Let’s make coffee for your husband. He must be waiting, right?” Then he dragged Taehyung into the kitchen, ignoring the older man’s trembling legs, and shoved him hard against the counter. The impact made Taehyung gasp, his heavy boobs bouncing wildly, nipples stiff and aching as they smacked against the cold surface.
“Let’s start making coffee, professor,” Jeongguk growled, grinding his cock against Taehyung’s fat ass through his sweats, rutting against him like an animal. “My sweet little professor, smiling at your husband while my cum leaks out of your used-up cunt… what a loyal little housewife-slut you turned out to be. Nothing but my cock’s personal bitch.”
Taehyung whimpered, his voice thin, desperate, and pathetic. “Please, Jeongguk… put cock inside, need…”
“Shut the fuck up,” Jeongguk snarled, hand sliding down. He yanked Taehyung’s panties aside with one brutal tug. The lace tore audibly, the sound loud in the kitchen, and strings of sticky dried cum stretched between the ruined panties and his swollen cunt lips. Jeongguk shoved his fingers between Taehyung’s thighs, smearing the mess, cum and pussy juices all over his fat pussy lips, pushing the cum around until the professor nearly collapsed forward onto the counter, knees buckling.
“Look at you,” Jeongguk hissed, voice a dark laugh. “Leaking so much of my cum and your slut juices… Next, you’ll be leaking piss too. And I’ll fuck you through it. Your husband’s in the bedroom thinking he’s got the perfect little wife, while that same wife is bent over in the kitchen, spreading her legs for his student’s cock. You’ll pour him coffee with my load dripping down your thighs. That’s who you are, professor, the cheating housewife whore who serves his husband while his cunt belongs to me.”
Taehyung’s face burned in humiliation. He nodded shamelessly, pressing his forehead against the cold counter, moaning into the surface. His big boobs spilled heavily across the countertop, nipples straining through the thin nightgown, stiff and obscene. His thighs trembled, but he spread them wider, shamelessly offering himself up, cunt glistening and open, just a cock-hungry bitch ready to be used.
Jeongguk didn’t waste a second. He shoved his sweats down just enough to free his cock, thick, hard and leaking, and grabbed it, slapping the heavy length against Taehyung’s soaked cunt. The wet smack echoed lewdly in the kitchen, each slap leaving his hole twitching and begging.
“Start making the coffee like a housewife,” Jeongguk ordered, grinding the cock head over Taehyung’s slit until the older man shuddered. “Or I’ll make you scream loud enough for him to hear. Let’s see what your old man does when he realizes his perfect little wife is nothing but my cum rag.”
Taehyung’s trembling hands fumbled at the stove, fingers barely steady enough to turn the flame on. His body shook so violently it was pathetic. Then Jeongguk thrusted his cock forward and slammed into his sloppy dripping pussy in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep.
The impact was filthy. Taehyung’s fat ass clapped back against Jeongguk’s cock, cheeks rippling from the force, his boobs smashing against the counter, flattening. The stretch was devastating, his pussy squelching loudly around Jeongguk’s cock, still sloppy from the earlier load dripping out of him.
“Fuck, you’re so loose,” Jeongguk hissed through his teeth, smacking Taehyung’s ass until the skin flushed red and hot. “Dripping my cum all over the fucking floor like a bitch in heat. Don’t fucking stop… make the coffee, slut.” He punctuated it with another hard slap that made Taehyung jolt forward.
A muffled sob broke from Taehyung’s throat, his teeth biting down hard into his lips to muffle the moans. But Jeongguk’s pace was merciless, pounding into him, making him slam into the counter so hard. His boobs bounced wildly and lewdly against the counter with each thrust.
Still trembling, Taehyung reached shakily for the pot, filling it with water. But his body jerked with every brutal thrust and water spilling everywhere, splashing across the counter and floor.
The whole scene was pornographic, cock pounding his dripping loose cunt, ass clapping, boobs swinging heavy, all while he tried to act the housewife, making coffee for a husband who had no idea his cheater wife was being fucked in the kitchen by a young cock.
“God, what a perfect fucking whore housewife you’ve become,” Jeongguk spat, pulling back just to slam in harder, the slap of skin echoing loudly. “You love letting me ruin you right under his nose. Say it, slut.”
Taehyung opened his mouth but only broken moans and drool spilled out, strings of spit clinging to his lips. Jeongguk snarled, grabbing a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back until Taehyung’s throat arched. His lips brushed the older man’s ear, his voice a filthy growl.
“Say it. Or I’ll cum in your mouth right now and make you kiss your husband with my load dripping off your tongue.”
Taehyung’s hand shook so violently the pot nearly slipped, teeth digging into his lip until it split. Finally, he choked out, voice ragged and shameful, “I love it… I-I love being your whore… ngh… I love taking your cock while he’s in the other room… please, Jeongguk, don’t stop…”
The younger laugh was low and dark. He sank his teeth into Taehyung’s shoulder, biting hard until deep red marks bloomed. His cock slammed mercilessly against the professor’s fat ass, into the cunt, the sound obscene, skin clapping loudly. Then his both hands groped Taehyung’s heavy boobs, kneading and squeezing them like toys as he pounded into him. Every brutal thrust forced more cunt juices to spill down Taehyung’s thighs, his body trembling violently, cunt stretched wide and messy.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” Jeongguk snarled through gritted teeth, fucking him harder. “Married professor, reduced to nothing but my cum-dripping slut. Who the fuck makes coffee for his husband while his student’s cock is splitting him open?”
Taehyung’s trembling hands tried to obey anyway, grabbing the coffee with fingers shaking so hard the beans rattled. He shoved them into the machine, spilling most on the counter, the mess spreading. Every time Jeongguk slammed his cock into that deep spot, Taehyung’s pussy clenched painfully around him. His heart ached with shame. He was drowning in regret, regret that he even thought of making coffee at first place, regret that his husband could walk in at any second and see him like this, fucked.
Jeongguk only fucked him harder, brutal, punishing thrusts that made Taehyung choke on his sobs. His fat ass bounced with each slam, skin bruising under Jeongguk’s grip. He bit down on his lip until it split, eyes squeezed shut as tears streaked his flushed cheeks. His boobs bounced obscenely despite Jeongguk’s rough hands squeezing them. His ruined cunt gushed messily around Jeongguk’s cock.
Somehow, Taehyung still reached for the hot water and added milk. But the counter became a disaster, liquid splashed everywhere, dripping off the sides, the whole scene pornographic and degrading. But he didn’t care. The only thing in his mind was Jeongguk’s fat cock fucking him raw, hitting so deep his toes curled.
A harsh slap rang out. Jeongguk smacked his ass again, sneering. “Fucking pathetic. Messy bitch can’t even make a damn coffee for her husband. Can’t be a wife, can’t be anything, nothing but a filthy hole for my cock. That’s all you are… my whore.” His thrusts grew meaner, pounding his words into Taehyung’s body.
Taehyung’s cunt clenched so tight it nearly strangled Jeongguk’s cock. A broken sob spilled from his lips. “I can’t… ngh… ahh… I can’t…” His voice cracked, desperate, shameless. His body betrayed him, squeezing harder around Jeongguk, begging for more.
That was all it took. Jeongguk snarled, grabbed Taehyung’s hips, and drove into him one final time, bottoming out with a brutal slam. His groan was deep, animalistic as thick, hot cum gushed inside Taehyung’s ruined pussy. The older man’s legs gave out instantly, collapsing against the counter with a strangled cry as he felt the heavy load flood him. The cum mixed with the mess already inside, overflowing, dripping in thick strings down his trembling thighs. His cunt pulsed greedily around Jeongguk’s cock, sucking it in, desperate, hungry, shamelessly milking every last drop.
For a moment, the kitchen was silent except for Taehyung’s broken whimpers and the wet drip of cum splattering the floor. His thighs shook, his ruined pussy still twitching, every pulse forcing more of Jeongguk’s load to leak down his legs. But Jeongguk wasn’t finished. He pulled his cock from pussy, cock wet and glistening, smeared with their mess, and gave a low, dark laugh.
“Get on your knees.”
Taehyung blinked up at him, lips trembling, hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. “A–again…” he stuttered weakly.
“On your fucking knees, professor,” Jeongguk snapped, fingers gripping Taehyung’s chin hard enough to bruise. The older man whimpered but obeyed, lowering himself until his soft body hit the floor. His heavy boobs bounced as he sank down, knees sliding in the sticky puddle of cum dripping out of him. Humiliation burned hot through his chest, but his cunt only throbbed harder, aching for more. He looked up with wide, glassy eyes, lips parted, but Jeongguk only smirked at him, stroking his cock lazily in one hand.
“You think I’m letting you crawl back into that bedroom with a cup of coffee, smelling only of my cum?” Jeongguk said mockingly. “No, baby. That old husband of yours is gonna know you’re mine. You’re gonna reek of me. Marked like the cheating whore you are.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened, confusion flashing for only a second, until Jeongguk angled his cock down.
A hot stream of piss burst out, splattering across Taehyung’s thighs, streaking down his ruined torn panties, hitting his swollen cunt directly. The hiss and splash filled the kitchen. Taehyung moaned, head tilting back, the acrid smell mixing with pussy juices and cum. Humiliation scorched his skin, but shame made his pussy gush, sticky arousal mixing instantly with the piss soaking him.
“Spread your fucking legs wider,” Jeongguk said sharply. “Let me mark every inch of my professor slut.”
Whimpering, Taehyung obeyed without hesitation, thighs trembling as he opened himself fully. The stream hit him harder, soaking his fat cunt until it dripped down, pooling under his ass on the floor. His nipples stood painfully hard, boobs jiggling with every shudder of his body. His lips trembled, but he didn’t close his thighs, didn’t pull away.
“Good little whore,” Jeongguk sneered, aiming the hot stream up and down Taehyung’s body, painting his thighs, belly, and soaking the thin nightgown until it clung see-through. His cock twitched with satisfaction even as he pissed. “So fucking pathetic, kneeling in your own cum, letting me use you like a toilet. You’ll crawl back to your husband reeking of me. Every time he touches you, he’ll smell my piss.”
And Taehyung moaned, his cunt throbbed violently, pussy juices gushing to mix with the piss. His eyes rolled back as Jeongguk finished, and the younger man gave a few sharp, deliberate spurts directly against Taehyung’s face. He gave his cock a rough shake, then flicked the last drops across Taehyung’s heavy boobs.
“Mine first,” Jeongguk whispered darkly, crouching until his cock slapped against Taehyung’s tear-piss-streaked cheek. He smeared it across his skin, dragging the cock head over his lips, nose, chin. “His second. Don’t you ever fucking forget that professor.”
Taehyung nodded weakly, the movement pathetic, his whole body trembling. His face was streaked with tears and piss, his chest heaving, dripping in piss and cum. He was a mess, humiliated and marked but god, he had never felt more owned, more used, more like the shameless cockslut he was born to be.
Jeongguk gripped his jaw in a bruising hold, tilting his head back. “Now clean yourself up,” he muttered. “Make the coffee again. Smile for your husband like nothing happened. All while my cum leaks down your thighs and my stink’s still on your skin.”
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Surprise!! Double chapter today hehe 💕 Reason… it’s my birthday! I turned 22 🥳 so yaaay you’re all invited to my $20 chicken party. For the vegans/vegetarians, don’t worry, tumhare liye daal-chawal.
Funny thing, yesterday was Jungkook’s birthday and today’s mine <3
But honestly, turning 22 feels weird. I don’t really wanna grow up anymore because now I’m “near marriage age.” Some of you might think you're still young but for me the talk about marriage started when I was 18. And yesterday someone came to see my face for that reason lmaooooo. Meanwhile I haven’t even finished uni yet 🤰🏻
So before I get married off, I just want to write as much as I can and then maybe disappear.
Also… storytime. A few days ago someone tried to log into my stck.me. And dumb me thought yk in Google they ask “update your password every year” something like that... I was like oh okay, must be normal. Then I told my brother and he gave me that look, yk the “where did this dumb creature come from” look. He asked if I had ever given out my main stck.me email… and then I remembered. Yup. I literally posted it publicly on stck.me 🤡 Anyway kinda funny someone is so obsessed with my work.
So yeah I’m dumb. It’s my birthday, I don’t have backups of my oneshots and please don’t make me sad or I might just delete everything or stop writing lol. But for now I’m happy.
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Just here to scream lol.
The next chapter isn’t coming today (Sunday) or next Sunday… or next next Sunday (probably) tbh I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. Basically, it won’t be on Sunday, it’ll drop on some random day (2-3 Sunday later), but which one? Don't know I haven’t figured that out yet.
This month’s schedule is a total mess, like really bad, so I’m gonna ask (beg) my friend to help me out 😮💨 I hope she does, otherwise the update will be super late. Stck.me readers, you guys won 😌 annnnnnd new chapters published there... do check it out,,, jazzlovemaze.stck.me (Ruined Holes, Red&Dripping, Chudai-fied)
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