chapter 26 | Baby boy

I peek at Jungkook now that they're focusing on something else, but I stumble upon some red cheeks.

"Are you okay? Are you cold?" I reach out for his cheeks and touch them, subtly teasing him. "Yeah...I'm just a little hot..." he bites his lips to hide a smile, but he does not even move away as if he liked having my hand against his skin. I remove it to not let the students be suspicious. "Tell me if you need to get some rest, okay?"

"Okay, ma'am," he nods, being shy and adorable. "Let me hold this, I don't want you to be bothered by it," his hand brushes and caresses mine, behaving the way he should not in front of others. He grabs the axe, so I give it to him, but he does a little too much with the touches. "Your hands are cold...I'm scared you could catch a cold."

I shake my head and reassure him, not saying anything more, I look at the students and see Dongsik carrying a lot of branches. "Hey, don't wear yourself out, Dongsik."

"Don't worry, ma'am," he puts his hood on, always doing the most. "Did you sleep well?" I ask to know how he's doing after the talk we had yesterday. "I did, the night just felt short."

"Oh," I look away, feeling like he's not in the mood to talk. I check what the other students are doing. They're acting like idiots, and I'm not even surprised. "Guys, calm down, you're not dogs..." I sigh at the sight of them throwing some pieces of wood at each other, but they continue.

"They're kids," Dongsik remarks and raises his eyebrows, so I smile and look at him, waiting for a second but hoping for him to return the gaze. I want to ask him how his sister is doing, but I fear this might not be the right moment to do it.

I break the eye contact to not cause any awkwardness, and some boys run towards me with what I asked for. "Here you are, Miss. My muscular arms are finally useful."

"Your muscular arms..." I smirk internally, knowing how skinny he is. He's as muscular as I am. "I feel some mockery in your voice, and I like it," the tall boy laughs next to me, making me feel bad for the way it sounded. "No, don't say that. I would not do that."

"Yeah...thank you for breaking my heart again...but I'm gonna cry in my bed..." he looks at me with grief and gets some guilt to spread through me. "No, Cheolmin. You know that's not what I meant," I try to make it up. "You're very muscular, you know, I would not even be able to carry all that."

"But you're a woman, so that's normal," he states as if this was the truth, and I don't tell more since I already offended him. "Hm, yes."

•••

11 pm.

The little boy knocking on my door, I stand up after expecting him to come and open, letting him come in. He smiles at me after only one second, and he closes the door behind him to crash his lips on mine. I reciprocate the feelings but smile through the kiss.

"Are you happy to see mommy?" I tease him after dying to do it all day long, and he stops, he stares at me in the eyes, his arms clinging onto me. "Uh?"

"Don't you remember it? Were you too tired to even realize it?" I cup his face and hold his jawline, and he bites his lips, sexily. "I...I can't remember it..."

"Sure?" I whisper and pecks his glossy lips, engendering some more desire in his veins. He does not let me break the contact, he leans forth to follow the movement of my head, and he sticks his tongue out to kiss me, but I do not let it happen. "The small and whiny 'mommy' you moaned this morning, didn't you hear yourself?"

He smiles, bashful, not admitting it. "I never said that...stop lying..." he brings one hand up to my throat to grip the side of it and make his lips end on it. I push him away playfully and get on my bed. "I don't like when you lie to me," I whisper, staring at him who cannot stop following me. He smirks but climbs onto the bed, and he locks our lips, never getting enough of them, he goes on all fours while obliging me to lie down, and I do not separate our skins again while going backward.

He kisses me hungrily, craving for more than simple cuddles, I get comfortable and rest my head on my pillow while we're French kissing one another. He's so passionate whenever he kisses me that I cannot stop lusting for it. "Did that make you uncomfortable when you heard it?" he asks me between the connections, so I let out a quick and breathy 'no', but he forces his tongue into my mouth and whines once I clasp it with my lips.

My action that was full of lust and want makes him push his hips against me to rub his crotch against my lower abdomen, and his lips leave mine for my jawline, then lower for my neck. "My heart is racing because of you..." his teeth graze the same spot as a smile just exposed them. "Are you sure your heart is the only excited one?"

He chuckles and shivers me but moves his head to face me. "Miss Han...I didn't know you had this mind..."

"Oh, then you don't know my mind well, baby boy," the tender nickname gets him to bite his lips, and his hand goes down to my hip without ever leaving my body. "Say that again...please..."

"What?" I play with his emotions and toy with his hair, with one hand, feeling like he loves it. "My baby boy? Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yeah..." he breathes his answer out, his big, sparkling eyes penetrating mine with passion. "I love when you call me that..." he does not stay still but gives a thrust of his hips against my thigh, and he snakes his hand under my top while drowning in my soul and not leaving it for a single second. "I wanna be your little boy..."

I grin without wanting to, realizing what he means by that. I tuck some strands of his fluffy hair behind his ear, but his hand climbs even higher under my clothing to reach my bra. "Do I sound weird?" his finger doesn't dare to touch me more yet, and he teases himself by not going higher than the bottom of my bra. "No, you don't. You sound cute."

"What can I do to be sexy...?" he never stops budging as if he needed or wanted some frictions, asking for more without being verbal about it. "Why would you try to be sexy? I like it when you're cute, and you're sexy too right now," I raise my eyebrows but discern all the lust in his brown eyes, the moonlight passing through the opened curtains. He doesn't grin, making me know that he's turned on. "Do I deserve something for being cute and sexy then...?" he leans more forth to have his chest in contact with my breasts, and he drifts his hand to my ribs for the tip of his fingers to be trapped under the side of my bra, the heat of his skin rising at the speed of light.

"You deserve something, and you can get what you want by simply asking for it," I clasp his ear lobe with my fingers to massage it since I know this is a weak spot, and he squeezes his bottom lip with his teeth, never staying still. "Anything I want?" his breathing deepens when I have not even done anything yet, and I nod. "Yes, anything you want, my little boy," I tease him but see how hot this makes him.

"I'm too shy to say it..." he drops his bedroom eyes on my lips, being desperate and rubbing his erection onto me. "Oh, that is bad then because I cannot figure out what you want."

⚠️MATURE CONTENT TILL THE END.

"Yes, you do..." he nearly whines and presses his lips onto mine, now staring at them. "You know it...stop lying..." he takes his hand out of my top that he lifted up, and he grabs my hand, he does not say anything but locks our lips and brings my hand to his hard-on. "Just here..." he whispers between the touches, and I smile uncontrollably. "Please..."

"If I touch you, you won't be able to go back to your bed," I state what is true, but he shakes his head and does not pull away. "I will," he pushes his pelvis to feel his cock against my hand as I'm rubbing it. "I'm a good boy, I'll listen to you..." his usual shyness leaves now that he's sexually excited. Since I don't want him to be frustrated, which would end up making me feel the same, I make him lie down on his back and break the kiss. I look at him to enjoy his expression full of eagerness, and I push my hand on his cock to make it go back and forth.

"Stay quiet, okay?" I say in a barely audible voice, but a trembling 'yeah' escapes him almost unconsciously. I smile but apply more pressure onto his hard member, and I follow the shape of it with my hand to keep on turning him on as his eyes cannot even remain open anymore. "Does that feel good?" I kiss his blushing cheek, and his thin, rosy lips part. "Yes, don't stop..."

Feeling a bit aroused by this reaction, this moment, I decide to slide my hand inside his pants and wrap my hand around his cock to pump it at a faster pace, feeling his veins throb in my hold. He tangles his fingers in my hair while losing his breath, and he grips it but tilts his hips up to tell me he wants more. "Faster..." his feeble voice cracks once I rub the tip, and his breathing shakes in his lungs. An adorable moan runs out his mouth when I focus on this sensitive spot.

"I can't stay quiet if you do that..." his voice shudders, and he turns his head towards me to try to hide it, but I twist my hand and only stimulate the swollen head since he's begging me to make him feel good. "You have to be," I press my lips on his ear, and I lick the lobe of it, making him pull on my hair and push his hips up again, but since he's starting to be a little too noisy, I join our lips to quieten his whimpers. He kisses me back, feebly, my fingers never slowing down but going up and down his erection. "Hm..." he tries his best to keep it low but fails to not make a sound, so I break the kiss but look at his features, loving how submissive and whiny he is. I pass over the head with my whole hand a few times, but he shivers against me and a small, desperate noise full of pleasure runs out of his mouth, so I continue that way with my fingers. I press a kiss on his temple, his hot cheekbone, and I go faster with my wrist but feel his body react to it.

"Do you like it, my baby?" I smile but feel aroused by his shaking whines, his burning skin that he cannot cool down. I press a few kisses on his jawline, and he keeps his face near mine, asking for some more closeness. I cannot hide my smile as he's clinging onto me. I bring my lips to his ear in a gradual manner, but he moves his head as if this feeling was making him even weaker, his lips now near my ear to let all his whimpers enter it and send butterflies to my stomach. "M—Mommy..." he whimpers once I nibble on his sensitive spot, but I speed up the pace with my hand and do not stop, feeling his body shake against mine, and feeling skin kind of satisfaction and pleasure at the sound of what he said. "Suck me, please..." what he didn't dare to say a minute ago leaves his chest.

I smile but look at him again, his red cheeks exposed even under the poor light. "Suck it...that's what I want you to do..." he opens his eyes with difficulty and makes me fall upon dilated pupils. "You want me to suck you? How? Slowly?" I make him wait, knowing how better this is if I do not let him have what he wants right away. "No, fast...and deep...and with your tongue..." his words never stop slipping out as if he was unable to control himself, but I don't cease being a tease while jerking him off. "And what do you want me to do with my tongue, baby?"

"Stop doing this..." he complains in a small voice full of want. "Play with the tip, lick it, j—just take it in your mouth and make me cum...please..."

He's so full of desire that he sounds like he's on the verge of crying to get it. "I'm gonna cum..." he tightens his grip on my hair and moans, but I hush him, fearing he could get us into trouble. He says sorry in a cute manner right afterward, so I chuckle but get onto my knees to move under the blanket. His hand does not leave my hair, he gazes down at me to see me take him inside, he lifts his t-shirt up to his chest, and he pushes his cock further once I have it between my lips.

I get right between his shaky legs while bobbing my head and using my hand, and I put my eyes on him to see him orgasm, but the more I keep going, the more I go up and down with my mouth, the more his breathing loses steadiness. He's trying so hard to be quiet that this sounds even hotter, he's panting heavily, thrusting into my mouth to shove a part of his cock in my throat, and I close my eyes to enjoy it as well.

His voice escapes him in a whiny manner once I gag, but he cannot remain quiet like I told him to, he breathes heavily, the air trembling away from his lips. I keep on taking him deep inside to make him weak, and he moans in one of the most passionate manners.

"Oh m—mommy...yeah..." his whimper cracks in a sobbing voice, I control myself to not smile and knead the base to stimulate every part of it. Not handling the way he called me, I move back and grin, pumping his cock without stopping but squeezing the head of it. As his breathing keeps shuddering and cracking into soft whines, I pass my tongue over the head to lick the precum that slowly leaks out, but he clenches his legs and arches his back, so I take his member back inside my mouth to go back to it.

The warmth and softness feels so good, I do not lie to myself but admit that I love this, so I show him by moaning on his cock, but without expecting it, his cum shoots out and ends in my throat, and his entire body shivers and trembles.

Some spasms contract his muscles as I can feel the thick liquid spread in my mouth, and I lick it off to swallow. He was indeed very overwhelmed.

Once I open my eyes to peek up at him, I notice a pillow onto his face that he's crushing with his hand. I grin but play with him, seeing the surface of his skin glow under some light, his chest raise and go down swiftly, I hold the bottom of his cock and rub the tip on my bottom lip, but then flick my tongue on it and watch him twitch a bit more violently. I lick all the cum off as he's struggling in his pillow to not be heard, and I straighten my back.

I lay my hand on his thigh and then bend over him, take the pillow to push it to the side, and have his features within sight. He's hot red.

"I'm fucking high..." his veiny and burning hand lands on my waist, and he keeps his eyes close. I lick my swollen lips and let him calm down, loving the effect I have on him. "Will you be able to get into bed?" I smile but see him almost doze off. "I have to...because you told me to..."

I grin and get back on the mattress to lie down, and I cover my body. He turns his head towards me and fixes his eyes on me, and I smile at him, but he doesn't return it, he surprises me by coming closer, and he goes on top of me. "Jun—"

"I want to make you feel good too," he does not respect what we said before I started, so I shake my head and stick my finger against his lips. "No. You told me you would go back to your room. Don't lie to me."

He stares without blinking, without talking, the silence in the dark room does not disappear. He breathes in and out, staying above me, he drops his look lower but uses his entire body to go down, so I check what he's doing, but he pushes my feet up the sheets and puts his head between my thighs.

He does not do anything but only keeps our eyes fixed on each other, and his fingers take the waistband of my pajama pants to push it down. Without ever looking away, the delicacy of his lips brushes my lower abdomen, and he moves lower, shivering my skin, covering it with chills and heat, he sticks his tongue out to slide it between the lips, and he manages to make me forget the rule I established.

My toes curl without me knowing once he parts his lips and increases the pleasure by kissing this area. "Jungkook..." I clench my legs. He pushes his lips against the same spot, but my eyes close for a short moment.

He does not go further. He stops. We both get into eye contact, and he puts my clothes back properly to leave the bed, leaving me speechless and full of want I didn't expect to feel. "Are you teasing me?" I keep my attention on him, but he smiles at me. "No, Miss Han. I'm just being a good boy," he bites his lips and steps towards the door. "Unless you want me to be a bad one..." he turns around. "You know I like to make you proud...but I know if I break the rules...this will be for a good reason."

I giggle but hide under my blanket, and he takes it as a 'come and join me', he makes his way back towards me and slides under the fabrics to position me on my back and top me. He locks our lips and already takes my pants and underwear off, not waiting a second before going back to it, he leaves everything on the floor and pulls his lower clothes down, his lips never drifting away from mine. I spread my legs to give him access, and my hands hold his jawline, getting me to sense how hot his skin is, and to imagine how red his cheeks must be.

Once he's ready, he bends his head down, and his lips brush past mine. One of his warm hands goes between us, and he grabs his cock, so I pull my legs even more apart to help him.

"Can I?" he whispers against my lips, asking for consent. I smile and nod, feeling his heart bang against his chest and mine that are both in tight contact. He pushes his hips forth, but his cock just slides between the lips, making me grin uncontrollably at how cute he is. I perceive his face, his teeth biting on his lips, he pushes his member down with his clumsy hand, looking for the entrance in a nervous manner. Feeling him struggle, I give him a hand and take care of it. "Wait," my smile widens, and I grab his cock to put the head on the right spot. "There, you can do it."

He thrusts his hips and finally penetrates me, he places his hands back on the sheets and keeps his face against mine. "I just ruined the mood..." he looks down but glides his left hand over the sheets, and I softly giggle. "No, you didn't, stop worrying," I encircle his neck with my arms and kiss him, taking his mind off of this distress. He kindly begins to do it, moving his body up and down to fill me with his length, his thickness.

"Do not moan, okay?" I warn him in a quiet voice, and a breathy 'yeah' runs out of his mouth to enter mine. "That means you have to be quieter than earlier," I tease him, being a bit playful. "Hm," he smiles, probably feeling self-conscious. "I will—" he groans at the same time as pushing deep into me. "Save your voice for when we're in my bed."

"You like to hear me?" he gradually loses his breath, wearing himself out to please me. "Yeah, a lot," I let him know and praise him, giving a boost to his confidence. "That turns me on."

He doesn't say anything but keeps thrusting back and forth, obviously giving his best to make me feel good. I know it, men usually get enough with a blowjob, and then they leave or fall asleep because they got what they wanted, but when they try hard to show their skills and how great they are at sex, they push themselves to their limits. Here though, this is different, he wants to pleasure me, to make sure I also feel good with him, and that's cute.

The climax still not getting to me, I bring my hands down to his lower back, loving his body, his build. He has the perfect size, but he's just a bit too clumsy because of his inexperience, and for some reason, that makes it even better and meaningful.

"Guide me if that doesn't feel good for you..." his shuddering voice flutters my heart, and I avoid telling him anything. "It feels good, don't worry."

He breathes a little harder but starts to become a bit rough, thrusting inside of me in a profound manner and getting the squeaky bed to hit the wall. Each time he pushes forth, he harshly breathes out, lacking air and calm. My lips part once he hits a soft spot that I did not expect him to find, and I slide my hands to his butt to ask him to do this again. "Right there," I tell him, his hips crashing into mine, I still need to slow him down, he's going way to quick. "Slow, baby—" I grip his hips, hating what I'm doing since it felt good. "They're gonna hear us."

"But you liked it..." he gulps down, doing as told. "Yes, but I don't want everyone to hear the bed...you know...we're all supposed to be sleeping."

"Yeah..." he understands and goes back to it at a more gentle pace, but this doesn't feel the same way anymore. "Do you want me to use my fingers?" he asks me, desperately trying to give me a lot. "You can do it," I agree with this idea, but he pulls out, he lies down by my side and slides two fingers in his mouth to wet them, then he puts his hand between my thighs. He does it without really knowing what he's doing exactly, his fingers looking for the right spot.

To my greatest surprise, he rubs his middle finger between the wet lips, pleasing me with arousing touches, he slides it inside of me and pushes it back and forth. "Have you already done that?" I bite my lips but turn my head to have my eyes near his, and he shakes his head. "Never. That feels...weird but good..."

I chuckle through my nose but give him some tips, helping him to know what can make me lose it easily. I lay my hand over his and make the palm of it apply some pressure on my clitoris while he's still thrusting his finger inside. "Like that, make sure to stimulate this spot too, this feels really good."

He listens and now rubs the palm of his hand on there, getting me to finally feel some serious pleasure. I close my eyes but ask him to go a bit faster, and he delights me by adding even more frictions in a circular motion, making me feel thrilled after some minutes.

"You're doing good, baby," I spread my legs and rest the right one on his, using it as a support. I put my face against his warm, blushing one, and I press a kiss on his lips, but he takes it as a request and makes the contact linger with sweetness. However, while he's kissing me, his hand slows down, probably unconsciously. I wait to see if he's going to retrieve the rhythm, but the movement only fades the more the kiss is going as if he was too into it and lost in the emotions caused by it.

I try to make him realize and touch his hand to move it myself, and his lips do not return the kiss anymore, he hastens his wrist and fills me with excitement. "I'm sorry," he smiles, putting the same expression on my face. "It's okay," I control the tone of my voice to not moan, and I exhale sharply, feeling the heat rise and reach my brain. I know my body well, and this is the sign that I'm going to climax soon.

"Am I doing good?" he maintains the speed and motion, doing everything right, I shiver with pleasure as the electricity is coursing through my boiling veins. "Yeah..." I keep my eyes closed. "Can I use my mouth as well?" he questions me, not doing anything without my permission. "Yes, Jungkook. Do everything you want to me, baby."

My words lead him, and he gets on his knees, his hand working hard, he goes right between my legs, his body still covered by the blanket, he dives in right away and uses his tongue to jerk it on my clit, right between the lips as my muscles are slowly becoming weak. He's actually good at this.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," the tip of his tongue pushes a little harder and makes it ecstatic, the feeling of it flicking on my swollen clit as his finger is going in and out making my toes curl, I keep my lips separated and exhale heavily, loving this moment a lot more than I thought I would.

Everything feels like in my dream, the one if had of him, this is as good as I dreamed it. He must not even realize how good it feels, but he moves his head to increase all the frictions and speed, and my breathing hitches, my fingers gripping the sheets, I manage to not let out any noise, and my legs clench. "I'm coming—" the orgasm overwhelms my entire body, and I release on his fingers, but he pulls them out and glides his tongue lower to lick all the way down, and has the liquid in his mouth.

He still continues to jerk his tongue and causes wet noises under the blanket, licking the cum off and covering my hot skin with chills. My thighs slightly clench on him without wanting to, my walls contracting, he strokes the side of my thigh with his free hand, being gentle and lovely even in this situation.

He does not go softly while removing all the liquid, he does it thirstily and even lets out some adorable, small moan as if he was enjoying it too. "You taste so good," he whines with his soft voice, being a little noisy but making me feel even more comfortable about this.

I would never tell him, but I was a bit nervous about him going down on me since he never did it, I feared that he might have found it disgusting.

Feeling my heartbeat slow down, catching my breath, I open my eyes to look down at him, and he licks his lips. "Do you want me to continue?"

"No, baby...it's going to be painful," I make him get back on top of me, smiling at his crimson face. His tongue constantly passes over his lips, the taste not even provoking any loath inside him. "Was I bad?" he bites his lips, but I shake my head and wipe them. "You were amazing."

He smiles, feeling proud of himself for the pleasure he gave me. I cup his hot face, but he presses a delicate kiss on my lips, before whispering against them. "Was I a good boy?"

"Yes, you were," I praise him the way he seems to like it. "You made me feel good as ever," I kiss his lips to give him what he's asking for, what we both want. "My baby boy did more than great."

He beams against my skin in the cutest manner and lets his weight crush me to put his arms around my body and hold me tight.