5

It was just another day, but Director Jungkook didn't go to college today. Y/n felt an inexplicable void as she made her way through the corridors of Jenesis University. She wasn’t consciously seeking him, or so she told herself, yet the moment she heard his class was cancelled due to some urgent reasons, she felt a pang of disappointment.

Standing near her locker, she hugged herself like a young, cute, mad lady, speaking to herself non-stop. "Why am I getting affected?! It's not like I crave his attention or something. He didn’t come, his choice. Must be busy." She huffed, closing her locker with a determined snap, only to hear a group of guys nearby discussing Mr. Jeon.

“Did you hear about the charity scholarship initiative Mr. Jeon is holding?” one of them said.

“Yeah, he’s such a great guy. Always thinking about others,” another chimed in.

Y/n couldn’t help but eavesdrop, her curiosity piqued. She overheard the guys praising Jungkook for his philanthropic nature and huffed, poutingly saying, “So what? He's rich, he can do this much.” But nonetheless, her heart developed a soft corner for him, thinking that maybe he isn't that bad.

As the classes wound down and evening approached, Mr. Kim, her father, appeared outside the college. Y/n greeted him warmly, the usual affectionate banter flowing between them.

"Hey, princess," Mr. Kim said with a smile. "Ready to go?"

Y/n smiled back, "Actually, dad, I have to decline today."

Mr. Kim raised an eyebrow, "Why? What's up?"

"Taehyung's friend is having a birthday party, and he wanted me to accompany him," she explained.

Mr. Kim nodded in understanding. "Alright then. Just make sure you get a cab and reach home in time."

"Will do, dad," Y/n waved him off, feeling a pang of guilt. "Sorry, papa, don’t want you to know this side of mine," she muttered to herself as she watched her father drive away.

Reaching the club, Y/n dashed straight to the washroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She changed out of her university clothes into a very fancy, sexy, revealing dress.

The dress clung to her curves, a deep crimson fabric that shimmered under the dim lights, with a plunging neckline and a slit that ran up her thigh, exposing just enough to tantalize.

Spotting Taehyung in a corner, she made her way over. He rolled his eyes as he saw her, "Here comes the little baby."

"Don't call me a baby," she mimicked his tone.

He smirked, "You are a baby. Else why would you need me to cover up for your little rendezvous, hiding from dad? Little Y/n loves to party all around but can't tell dad about it."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh please, I hide your boyfriend and you hide my party animal from dad."

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "I'm gonna go hit it upstairs with my boyfriend and get things steamy." He winked at her.

"Ew," she made a face, "Just don't do anything stupid."

"Call me if you need a ride home or if you'll take a cab. Let me know, although I'll prefer the second option cause that'll be less disturbing," he said, laughing.

"Whatever. Enjoy your time, brother," she said, waving him off.

With that, she mingled into the crowd, her inner party animal awakening as she swayed to the beats. The men around her couldn’t take their eyes off her, and she scanned the room, searching for her prey, a dark thrill coursing through her veins.

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At the R & D building of Jenesis Corps, the air was thick with anticipation. Jungkook stood by the entrance, his gaze fixated on the door, eagerly waiting for Miss Kim. His pulse quickened with every passing second, but his heart sank when he saw Mr. Kim walk in alone.

Jimin immediately greeted Mr. Kim, flashing his characteristic charming smile. "Mr. Kim! It's great to see you. Let's dive right into the details of the missile project."

Mr. Kim nodded, shaking Jimin's hand warmly. "Of course, Mr. Park. I've reviewed the preliminary blueprints and I have some suggestions to enhance the propulsion system."

As Jimin and Mr. Kim engaged in technical discussions, Jungkook's eyes remained glued to the entrance, hoping against hope that Y/n would appear. His heart sank further with each passing moment. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he interrupted their conversation.

"Mr. Kim, you mentioned you'd be coming with your daughter. She didn’t come?" Jungkook's voice held a note of desperation he couldn’t quite mask.

Mr. Kim smiled apologetically. "Ah, yes. Y/n and Taehyung had an outing planned for this evening. A friend's birthday party, I believe."

Jungkook sighed, a mix of disappointment and frustration flooding his chest. "I see. Well, excuse me for a moment." He turned on his heel and walked out, the weight of his disappointment pressing heavily on his shoulders.

Once outside, he ruffled his hair in frustration, muttering to himself. He climbed into his sleek Porsche, the dark aura surrounding him palpable. The drive was meant to clear his head, but his thoughts remained clouded with irritation. "Damn you, Jimin," he muttered humorously. "Always dumping your workload on me. Just because you're good-looking doesn't mean you get to slack off!"

The city lights blurred past as he sped towards the club, his mind a whirlwind of pent-up frustration. The thought of missing a chance to see Y/n because of his commitments gnawed at him. He parked his car and walked into the dimly lit club, the pounding music matching the throbbing in his temples.

Jungkook headed straight to the bar, ordering shot after shot, hoping the alcohol would drown his discontent. He scanned the room, his eyes roaming over the crowd, rating the women with a mix of amusement and derision. "Too much makeup, too little class. Next. Oh, please, that dress? In this century?" he muttered to himself, a smirk playing on his lips.

Then, his gaze landed on her.

Miss Kim.

She was swaying to the beats of the music, a guy’s hands resting possessively on her waist. Jungkook’s chest tightened with jealousy and anger. The sight of another man holding her, even for a fleeting moment, was intolerable. His grip on the glass strengthened until it threatened to shatter.

And then it struck him—she had lied to her father about a birthday party and was here instead. A smirk curled his lips as new, devious ideas formed in his mind.

He was going to corner her, make her regret deceiving him, and, perhaps, satisfy his own burgeoning desire for control.

The club pulsed with a primal energy, the dim lights casting shadows that flickered in time with the beat. Jungkook moved through the crowd with purpose, his eyes locked on Y/n as she swayed to the music, oblivious to his presence.

The guy next to her had his hands on her waist, and Jungkook felt a surge of possessive anger. He wasn’t going to let this guy have her. Not tonight.

He snuck up behind her, his movements smooth and calculated. The alcohol had dulled his inhibitions but sharpened his focus.

He got close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, close enough to inhale the faint scent of her perfume. Jungkook leaned in, his lips inches from the guy’s ear, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked to Y/n, who was still dancing, lost in the music. He moved closer, his chest brushing against her back. She stiffened momentarily, then relaxed into the contact, unaware of who was behind her.

“Dancing with the devil, eh?” Jungkook whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She turned her head, her eyes widening in recognition. “Sir Jungkook?”

He smirked, his gaze dark and intense. “Miss me?”

Y/n’s face flushed, her initial embarrassment evident as she stuttered, “W-what are you doing here?”

Jungkook’s hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer. “I could ask you the same thing. Lied to daddy, didn't you?”

Her blush deepened, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that his touch ignited. “I... it’s not what you think.”

“Oh, I think it’s exactly what I see,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. “You, out here, looking for trouble. And finding me.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as his words sank in, her initial embarrassment melting into a simmering desire.

Jungkook’s fingers tightened on her hips, guiding her movements in time with the music. The guy next to her looked between them, sensing the shift in the air.

“Why don’t you give us some space?” Jungkook suggested, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The guy nodded, stepping back into the crowd, leaving Y/n and Jungkook alone in their intimate bubble. Jungkook’s mouth curved into a satisfied smirk as he watched the guy disappear. He turned his attention back to Y/n, his eyes locking with hers.

“You shouldn’t play games you can’t win,” he whispered, his lips trailing down the side of her neck.

Y/n’s pulse quickened, her body responding to his touch despite her mind’s protests. “I’m not playing games,” she said, her voice barely audible over the music.

“Good,” he replied, his voice a low growl. “Because I’m not either.”

He pulled her closer, his body pressed firmly against hers. The crowd around them faded into the background as their movements synchronized, each touch and glance fueling the tension between them. Jungkook’s hands roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and commanding.

“You want this,” he whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe. “Admit it.”

Y/n’s breath came in shallow gasps, her resolve crumbling under his relentless seduction. “I...”

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough with need.

“I want this,” she confessed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.

The world around them ceased to exist as their mouths collided with an intensity that bordered on feral. Jungkook’s kiss was fierce and demanding, his lips and tongue claiming hers with a hunger that left no room for hesitation.

Y/n’s initial surprise melted into fervent participation, her hands gripping his shoulders as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

His tongue delved into her mouth, exploring and tasting, as if he was trying to memorize every inch of her. Y/n’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to deepen the connection.

The kiss was a battle for dominance, each of them pushing and pulling, seeking to overwhelm and submit.

Jungkook’s hands roamed over her body, one sliding up to cup her face while the other gripped her waist, anchoring her to him.

The heat between them was almost unbearable, their bodies pressed together as if trying to fuse into one. He kissed her with a raw, primal intensity, his teeth grazing her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, drawing a moan from deep within her.

Y/n’s mind was a haze of sensation, her body reacting instinctively to his every touch.

The kiss was both an assault and a surrender, a desperate need to possess and be possessed. She could feel the darkness in his kiss, the simmering anger and frustration transforming into a consuming desire.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. Jungkook’s eyes were dark and stormy, filled with a promise of more to come.

“You’re mine tonight,” he whispered, his voice a hoarse growl.

Y/n nodded, unable to form words, her body still trembling from the intensity of their kiss. She knew she was playing with fire, but in that moment, she didn’t care. She wanted to be consumed by it.

The raw sexual pull between them had become too potent to deny. It was only a matter of time. It was as though everything was heading here since the first intense encounter in the bar.

She wanted him to take control and unleash the raw passion boiling inside of them. So, Jungkook did not hesitate.

Teasing her and feeling her, they knew this delicate balance of power was fragile, and they were tiptoeing on the edge of losing it.

"Fuck, Professor," Y/N whispered in between hungry kisses. "What the hell are you doing to me?"

Jungkook smirked. "You know exactly what I'm doing to you Miss Kim."

He traced his fingers down her bare shoulders, skimming the straps of her dress. She shivered as goosebumps peppered her skin.

She felt herself being pulled onto his lap, her ass settled perfectly against his hard cock. Jungkook's hand slid up her thigh, underneath her dress, pushing the fabric aside to caress the bare skin beneath.

Y/N moaned softly, clutching the back of his head, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush. Their tongues tangling in a passionate dance, as his hand strayed lower, brushing against her wet pussy.

He teased her, tormented her, goddammit, why did he have to be so fucking good at this?

Jungkook's fingers slipped between her slick folds, his thumb rubbing her clit in small circular motions. She whimpered as her body began to tremble. Her hips moved automatically, grinding against his hand. Fuck, she was so aroused.

"Your pussy is so wet for me, doll," he purred, his voice sending a shockwave of desire straight to her core.

"So ready for me to fuck you right here, right now."

He plunged a finger deep inside her, and she threw her head back, her golden locks cascading down her back. Y/N's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around him as she rode his hand. She moaned obscenely, unable to control the desperate sounds that left her throat.

"Easy there tiger, we're still in a public space.", he warned her lowly while clamping his hand on her lips.

"And still, Mr. Perfectionist who seems to be so conscious of his image is finger fucking his student in a damned bar.", she bit back.

Jungkook growled at her challenge, plunging his finger even deeper.

"That's right, baby, take what you need." His voice was a low growl in her ear as he added another finger, stretching her.

Jungkook practically carried Y/N up the stairs to the bedroom above after having hastily paid for the suite room, their lips still locked together in an intense kiss. She was completely out of her mind, consumed by this dark desire she had for him.

As soon as they entered his bedroom, he pushed her against the door, slamming it shut. He tugged at her dress with haste until it was bunched up around her waist, exposing her bare ass.

Jungkook's fingers explored her folds again, driving her wild. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

He pushed the door open, and their clothes were shed like unimportant accessories. They stood naked before each other, examining each other like they were the last pieces of sustenance remaining after a desolate journey–running their hands over each other’s bodies, breathing in the raw animalistic scent.

Her skin was something divine, porcelain smooth, and delicate that spoke of hidden strength. His fingers traced delicately along her curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She looked just as captivating without the masses of black hair that usually draped down her back.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer.", he hissed before letting himself fall prey to his desires. His fingers slowly reached out to unbutton his shirt. Y/n on the other hand couldn't resist the growing impatience and took lead herself.

Her hands searched for his belt, undoing it with Swift ease and pulling down his pants.

He is huge.

Damn, it made sense to her now about where his cockiness came from. The man was blessed with an insane amount of length and girth which could have any woman begging on her knees wanting for more.

"I see why you've developed a habit of rating women if they can have you or not.", she chuckled looking up at him, but saw his eyes dark, pitch dark and full of lust.

She looked back at his kooconda and her eyes widened. The position was perfect for him to get and choke her with his massiveness.

"Now would you want me to tie your hair, doll?", he smirked.

If he weren't so graciously blessed in terms of his body, Y/n would've surely loved to slap that ego out of him.

"Depends. Size isn't everything, sir. Techniques matter. What if you're not upto my expections and you're just a talk show—"

She wasn't allowed to complete her words.

Jungkook had pulled down his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free from the constraints and the head of the cock had just landed a tight girthy slap on her lips.

"Open up, doll.", he commanded in a very low and husky voice that caused shivers down her spine.

She looked at him, waiting to follow his orders and then she looked at it.

The tip of his cock was angry red, leaking with pre-cum and veins were popping all around. She couldn't help but feel excitement surge through her, thinking how it'd feel to have those veiny peppered girth poking every nook and corner of her insides, shaping it according to his size.

His body, sleek and desirable, is now on full display as she grabs the base of his cock.

A low grunt escaped Jungkook's lips. Her fingers fondle a little with his balls before she moves forward and takes him in her mouth.

Heaven, he'd say.

Jungkook threw his head back, letting her do her job as she took him all the way to the base, deep-throating him before pulling out till the top of his cock. She didn't let go, though.

She hummed around him, causing vibrations to travel down him, giving him a pleasurable feeling which he craved for so long.

He looked down at her, watching her deep throat him continuously and her hands fondling with his balls.

Jungkook could get used to the sight and still want it forever. His eyes went lower, watching how her tits bounced as she moved.

His hands went down, one fondling with her right breast and squeezing it while the other one grabbed her hair to form a ponytail.

As he squeezed her, he felt her moan on his dick, the sensation was shivering yet challenging. "Fuck, I'm going to cum.", he warned her, but she didn't pay any heed to removing her mouth, rather, she continued gurgling him more.

He growled lowly before bucking his hips up, causing her to gag and choke on his dick as the tip landed at the back of her mouth.

The best part?

Strings of cumshot went flying down her throat, as she swallows each drop that his dick had to offer.

Jungkook looked at the scene, she was gagging and choking yet not letting him go.

She could've chosen to let some of his cumshots fly away, but she didn't.

And Jungkook could've sworn that was the best feeling he could ever get. Having someone, especially his doll, to gag and choke around him, choosing him over oxygen was worth dying for.

Once his cumshots stopped, she removed him from his mouth with a blob sound. His dick lay limp, now the anger redness gone and now replaced by whiteness, depicting how content his dick was.

She turned around, pushing her ass out while laying on the bed. She wiggled her ass, saying, "My turn, Professor."

Jungkook chuckled, seeing how eager she was to take him.

He rubbed his dick up and down, the impact of the blowjob having caused a little deflation.

"You should've asked for it that day only doll, if you wanted it so much.", he snickered.

"Couldn't let your ego boost, Professor. You denied me. You rejected me. I wasn't fool enough to take the same dick inside me which questioned my capabilities.", she fired back.

"Oh yeah?", one of his eyebrows shot up, while his movements on his dick increased, his dick coming back to its previous glory and tightness.

"Well then, how about I see your capabilities myself.", he said while rising and aligning himself behind her, right on top of her hole.

He aligned himself at her hole after tearing her panties and sloppily teases her by just entering the head of his dick.

"Shit, you're dripping wet, doll. I love that."

Y/n's pussy clenches around him as she feels his tip graze against her clit. She lets out a gasp, legs trembling at the exquisite feel. Her slickness coats his head and he groans.

"Professor, please," She begs, desperate now after all that teasing. "I need you inside me."

He chuckles but obliges. With the right amount of force, he slams into her.

"Your tightness is driving me crazy."

As they moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, Jungkook caressed Y/N's cheek, his touch rough and piercing. "You're mine, doll." he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness.

"No one else will ever make you feel like this.", he roared, cashing her to nod in agreement. Her lack of words drove Jungkook insane as he landed a stinging slap on her butt.

"Use words, doll. Words. I need to hear you."

"Tell me, yeah? Tell me. Do you like the feeling of your little hole stretched out by me? Do you like seeing your pussy squirming and hugging my dick? You like hearing your core making sloppy liquid sounds every time I thrust into you? You like how mad your pussy feels every time I take out my cock from you?"

Y/N's moans filled the room as she surrendered to the pleasure, her body trembling with ecstasy. "Yes, sir," she cried out. "Fuck me harder. Make me come."

As they reached the pinnacle of their passion, the world faded away, leaving only the intensity of their shared release. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling, their hearts overflowing with love and satisfaction.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close as they lay on the bed. The room was bathed in a dark, warm serenity which surrounded them as they came down from their highest, eventually succumbing to sleep both due to the effect of alcohol and tiredness......A/n : Won't be writing many smut scenes in this book. Maybe one more. Other scenes will just have passing references of them having sex.

The reason for less number of smut scenes in the book is — I need to go ahead with the story as I promised in the description.