Sticky, Sticky (Risky, Risky)

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V
Additional Tags: One Shot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, theres a lil plot but,
Cheerleader Kim Taehyung | V, Professor Jeon Jungkook, Top Jeon
Jungkook, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, im hellllla weak for Tae is skirts,
Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Anal Sex, ALSO THIS IS INSPIRED BY
MY REAL LIFE THIRST FOR MY INTRO TO PHILOSOPHY
PROFESSOR, HES BRITISH AND WEARS SWEATER AND HOW
AM I GONNA PASS ?????/ I'm not, I ADDED A SECOND PART, just
filthy dirty sex
Language: English
Collections: only20k+, hottiebottom
Stats: Published: 2018-02-01 Completed: 2018-02-11 Words: 8,321 Chapters:
2/2
 Sticky, Sticky (Risky, Risky)
by Sunflower2

Summary

Taehyung just wants to pass philosophy but its kind of hard when the professor is an asshole.

Notes

I??? I'm sorry lmao ajfjsbfj

for my baby girls <3

See the end of the work for more notes

 Chapter 1

Taehyung’s spring semester of college was turning out to be more difficult than he expected,

Halfway through and he is fucking failing philosophy.

He needed one final humanities credit for his major but this class was turning out to be a real
bitch. It’s not like the subject material was even that hard, a measly 200 level class but,

The fucking professor.

One of those take a point off your final grade if you miss a class, no late work accepted,
doesn’t put his power point slides online types.

Oh, and no ice breakers either.

A real fucking hard ass. The kind you want to avoid when scheduling, that has a terrible
rating on rate my professor.com but Taehyung didn’t know that walking into this class. He
just needed the credit so he didn’t bother to look into the teacher.

Big mistake.

However, that wasn’t his only problem, the professor was also extremely attractive.

More like perfect.

Dr. Jeon had jet black hair that he always styled to the side, a pair of round glasses that never
left his nose. Strong brows, and plump lips. Taehyung has only ever seen him smile once, but
it was equally as gorgeous as the rest of him. You would never catch him not in dress pants
and a button up.

They were always so fucking fitted.

It made Taehyung’s mouth water the way his pecs flexed against the fabric.

The buttons clearly holding on for dear life. He’s surprised one hasn’t popped off and taken
someone’s eye out.

He would like to believe they make eye contact sometimes during class, he tries to scream
'fuck me' with his eyes but he doesn't know if it works. Nothing sets the mood quite like
talking about inductive and deductive arguments, amirite?

So yeah, Taehyung was failing because he couldn’t pull his head out of his own ass and
focus. Too busy watching the way the older man’s muscles flexed when he pointed at the
board. Opting for imagining how hot it would be to ride Dr. Jeon instead.

He can’t even imagine what those thighs would look like out of a pair of dress pants.

And that’s exactly how Taehyung found himself sitting outside of Dr. Jeon’s office during his
office hours.

Suddenly Taehyung's cheer uniform was making him uncomfortable. Turtleneck felt a little
too tight, his skirt a little too short.

Oh boy was he nervous.

Nervous to talk to Dr. sexy pecs in a personal and more private setting. It was easy to contain
the thirst in a lecture hall with at least a hundred other students. He doesn’t know how easy
it’ll be in closed quarters.
Not to mention that Dr. Jeon was extremely intimidating. A serious teacher, never cracking a
joke or wavering for one second from the course material.

But Taehyung thinks he’s charming enough to break that resolve. He’s wooed more men with
his charming smile and long eyelashes than he can count. Ice cold Dr. Jeon should be no
problem. Maybe he could even charm the man into some extra credit opportunities’?

But Taehyung, despite all these obstacles, was not gonna fail this fucking class.

No, if he failed a class he would be kicked off the cheer squad.

And well, we just couldn’t have that, now could we?

Taehyung was junior now at university, a hardworking student and even more hardworking
cheerleader.

He was captain after all.

All the more reason to make this class his bitch and not the other way around.

“Taehyung?”

His head snaps up to a small woman with thick framed glasses (a secretary maybe?), and he
nods.

“Dr. Jeon will see you now.”

That sentence alone sent chills up and down Taehyung’s spine.

He’s getting 50 shades of grey vibes.

He stands up, adjusts the red and white bow on his head and tugs at his skirt. He takes one
more deep breath, let’s do this.

He makes way toward the door, its cracked open just a little and he pushes it open while
knocking gently.

The wind is almost knocked out of Taehyung’s lungs.

Dr. Jeon is sitting at large wooden desk, those same glasses decorating his face. A tight black
turtle neck tucked into equally as tight pants. He was writing on something, and Taehyung
could see the way his forearms were tense and flexing from the door.

The black on black- a real fucking look.

Taehyung coughs slightly, to get the attention of the working man.

Dr. Jeon stops writing and looks up from whatever he was doing,

Taehyung doesn’t miss the way his eyes trail up and down his own exposed legs.

“Uh, hi.” Taehyung coughs again, “I’m Kim Taehyung, I’m in your 11 am philosophy class-
an intro to logic?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out like a question.

Dr. Jeon is staring at him, his facial expression unreadable.

“I know who you are, Mr. Kim.”

Taehyung gets chills for the second time in 5 minutes. His voice sounded so deep, what the
hell.

He seems frozen at his place by the door, unable to move. Dr. Jeon knows who I am?

“Please, have a seat. We do not have all day.”

This pulls Taehyung from his trance, hastily shutting the door and making his way toward the
chair adjacent to Dr. Jeons.

He sets down his bag and begins to pull out his (shitty) notes.

“What can I help you with today, Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung starts trying to sift through his mess of notes, random papers with half of his
philosophy notes and the other half chemistry. This is so disorganized, rip.

“Uh, well Dr. Jeon-” Before he can finish that thought,

“Jungkook.”

Taehyung looks up in surprise, making direct eye contact with the professor.

Damn, those eyes.

“Huh?”

“My name.” he repeats, “Just Jungkook is fine.”

“Oh okay, well uh Jungkook-” Taehyung likes the way it sounds on his tongue “-I need help
with everything? I mean I think I’m really behind.” he’s a little embarrassed now, scratching
the back of his head as a nervous tick.

“Pardon?” Jungkook asks, “You need help, with everything?”

Taehyung tries to get control of his nerves, he makes a small pout with his lips and does his
best to bat his lashes, giving the other man a small nod.

Subtle, but hopefully effective.

“You want me to re-teach you 3 months’ worth of material here in one meeting.” It almost
sounds like he’s asking Taehyung a question now, like he’s trying to confirm that Taehyung is
being serious.

His tone is slightly aggressive and the cheerleader is a little taken aback by the amount of
attitude Dr. Jeon has.

“Uhm, yeah?” Taehyung attempts a new tactic, he shifts in his chair so his cheer skirt will
ride up. Exposing more of his tan thigh and the thin ruffled pink garter he always wears.

Jungkook notices the action, eyes going directly to the garter.

Taehyung watches him lick his lips.

Gotcha, he thinks. He can’t help the smirk that takes over his face.

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do for you Mr. Kim.” Jungkook is looking at him again,
“If you had a specific question- I could help, but I simply cannot teach you 3 months of
material in one day. Ask a fellow classmate for their notes.” Jungkook turns back to what he
was working on and starts writing.

The smirk falls, Wait, what?

“You’re not gonna help me?” There’s disbelief in Taehyung’s voice.

“No.” He doesn’t look up from his papers.

“Isn’t that like, I don’t know- your job?” The cheerleader scoffs.

Taehyung can’t help the annoyance bubbling up under his skin, he knew the professor was a
bit of a asshat but he didn’t know it was this- extreme.

“There is nothing I can do for you, Mr. Kim.” He still won’t look at Taehyung.

He is staring at the older man in pure disbelief, jaw open so wide its almost on the floor.

“Please, do no let the door hit you on the way out, Mr. Kim.” Jungkook motions towards the
exit.

Taehyung slowly packs up his things, mouth still agape.

“It would be in your best interest to close your mouth, Mr. Kim.” Dr. Jeon finally looks up at
him, a sarcastic grin on his face “Wouldn’t want to catch flies.”

The cheerleader immediately closes his mouth, a little embarrassed that the professor saw
him. Replaces his expression with a deep frown.

Taehyung has a few choice words he would like to say right now, all of them starting with
Fuck and ending with You.

He walks toward to door and opens it to leave, not before saying,

“Thank you for nothing, Jungkook.”

Slamming it on his way out.

What a douche canoe.

The interaction with the professor left a sour taste in Taehyung’s mouth. It ruined his entire
day because ‘Jungkook’ was such a dick.

He had skipped the class for entire week, not wanting to even have to see the older man.

Taehyung thinks it’s a real waste of a hot vessel, to just be a superior asshole on the inside.

At cheer practice, he works his squad extra hard. Taking out his frustrations on his
teammates. They are on their 16th run through of their hello-cheer routine when one of the
girls runs into someone and Taehyung groans in annoyance.
“Stop, stop.” he says exasperated.

“Jisoo, you need to get the choreo right or we’re gonna look fucking stupid performing.” he
barks out.

She looks afraid and nods quietly.

“Taehyung, were exhausted.” Hoseok, his best flyer, says. “We’ve been at this for hours;
don’t you think we should call it?”

Taehyung turns around to face his squad, puts a hand on his exposed hip and purses his lips.

“No.”

The entire team groans.

“Now were doing it again, don’t screw up this time.” he whips back around, fixes his hair
bow and starts the music again.

This goes on for another hour-of Taehyung making them run through the same routine over,
and over and over.

They finish the 24th run through and now the captain himself was physically exhausted and
could not possibly do it again.

“Alright guys, I’m calling it for today.” he hears a chorus of relieved sighs. Lazy asses. He
walks over to grab his water bottle where the rest of his team has migrated.
“What was up your ass today Taehyung?” Hoseok says before taking a drink of his Gatorade.

“More like what isn’t up his ass.” Jimin, his co-captain and nerd of a best friend says. A
devilish smirk on his face, “Our Taehyungie here is frustrated-” Jimin bends over to stretch
out his back “-sexually frustrated.”

“Shut up Jimin.” he groans out at the smaller male.

“Ooo who is it this time?” Hoseok teases.

Jimin grabs his own water bottle, “His philosophy professor.” Jimin has that same look on his
face when he takes a drink.

“Philosophy?” Mina, another girl on the team asks, walking over to the three of them, “You
in 245? With Dr. Jeon?”

Taehyung nods.

She hums, “Yeah he’s hot but a dickhead. I had it last semester.”

“I had an 89 in the class, emailed and asked him if he could bump it up to a 90 because I
wanted an A.” She takes a drink of Jimin’s water.

Taehyung nods at her to continue,

“He never responded, but I checked two days later to see he bumped it down 2%. When I
tried to ask him about it he said it was pathetic for me to have asked for my grade to be
higher so he deducted points from my final.”
He gasps in shock, “God, what the fuck is wrong with him.”

She shrugs, “Good luck with the rest of the class.”

He thanks her, sounds like he’s gonna need it.

Taehyung skipped one more class before he decided he should probably go back. He’s
making his way toward his classroom, he’s rushing because he’s a bit late.

He walks into the lecture hall at 11:07 and some students turn to look at him and Dr. Jeon
stops talking.

“Nice of you to join us again, Mr. Kim.” the comment comes out snarky.

The cheerleader only nods, taking a seat in the front row.

Twenty minutes go by and Taehyung hasn’t taken a single note. His journal is out, pen in
hand but he can’t focus on anything Dr. Jeon is saying. He is staring off into space, lost in
thought.

Thinking about how much he hates this class, how much he hates Dr. Jeon, how much he
wants to fuck the shit out of-

“Mr. Kim.”

Dr. Jeons voice startles him so much he drops his pen on the ground, jumping in surprise.
“I suggest you pay attention to my lecture, Mr. Kim. especially with a grade like yours.”

He hears the rest of the class giggle at the comment. Taehyung’s blood is boiling because
what a low blow.

“Sorry.” he says with his best smile, “Maybe if this class wasn’t so boring, I could pay
attention easier.” the smile never faltering. The class laughs again.

He watches as the professor’s jaw tightens, “See me after class, Mr. Kim.”

The whole lecture hall ‘oooohhs’ like they were 13 and still in junior high.

He goes back to teaching after that, and Taehyung is left with a rock in his gut.

What could Dr. Jeon possibly want to talk to him about?

Dr. Jeon dismisses the class at 12:15 and Taehyung’s heart stops. He doesn’t pack up his
journal or anything, watching as the other students leave the lecture hall.

It seems like it takes ages for everyone to filter out, each second passing by making Taehyung
more anxious.

When the last student finally exits the room, Dr. Jeon shuts and locks the door.

Taehyung shudders at the idea of being locked in a room with him.

“You wanted to see me?” Taehyung is gonna pretend he doesn’t notice the way his own voice
cracks.

“I don’t appreciate your attitude, Mr. Kim.” He says as he turns around from the door, hands
on his hips.

“I don’t appreciate yours either, doc.” Taehyung rolls his eyes. Who is this guy to be talking
about attitude when he is a supreme bitch?

“I am your educator and you will respect me.” Jungkook has crossed his arms now, frown
etched onto his face.

“Respect is a two-way street.”

Nice one, Tae.

Dr. Jeon doesn’t say anything in response so Taehyung takes that as his cue to leave (and that
he also won that argument, Ha). He stands up, back facing the teacher and be begins to pack
up his things.

He can sense a presence behind him before he feels it. Feel the professor’s hands on his hips,
breath on the back of his neck.

Woah, what’s going on?

Taehyung stops, dropping his book bag and journal on the ground below him, hands frozen in
midair.
“You think I don’t know?” Dr. Jeon whispers into his ear, grip tightening his hips from behind
“You think I don’t see the way you look at me, Taehyung? How much I know you want to fuck
me?”

Taehyungs breath hitches, head lulling back onto the professor’s shoulder.

“That I don’t know you’re just a little cheer slut? I see the way you prance around in those
little skirts for me like the whore you are.”

Jungkook is licking up his neck now, and Taehyung can’t help the small whimper that leaves
his lips.

Is this really happening?

He hears Jungkook chuckle, and oh he just said that out loud.

Taehyung reaches back and threads his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. The older male lets
go of his hips, opting for running his hands up the sides of his thighs and under his cheer
skirt, giving his ass a hard squeeze.

So, this is happening.

He can’t help the way his body arches back into the professor, his touch driving him mad.

“Mmm you like that, little slut?” Jungkook is mouthing at the shell of his ear now and
Taehyung is losing his mind.

“Feels so good Dr. Jeon. Your hands feel so good.”

He hears the older man groan at his words. He feels Jungkook move both hands to his ass,
thumbs rubbing back and forth on Taehyung’s panties.

The professor lets out a strangled moan, “Is this a thong?”

Taehyung nods and whimpers as he feels the fabric being pulled away and snapped back onto
his flesh.

Dr. Jeon spins him around in his hold, hand immediately flying to grasp Taehyung’s chin. He
squeezes it hard and forces the cheerleader to look him in the eye, “Who did you wear that
for?”

Taehyung doesn’t reply, the look in Jungkook’s eyes taking his breath away.

The older man squeezes his jaw tighter, “Answer me, Taehyung.”

Taehyungs eyes flutter shut, a small moan escaping his lips as he breathes out, “You.” he has
reached out and started palming at Jungkook’s hardening cock through his dress pants.

He watches as the professors shuts his eyes, biting his bottom lip a small grunt coming out.
His hand never removing itself from Taehyung’s chin.

Dr. Jeons eyes fly open eventually and he surges forward, kissing Taehyung forcefully. The
kiss is so so good Taehyung feels his knees go weak, Jungkook is biting down on his lip and
kneading his ass under the skirt. The older male pulls back for a split second to say,

“That’s right, you wore those for me. My little cheer whore.” Jungkook’s voice was raspier
now like he was out of breath. His voice and words going straight to Taehyung’s aching cock,
it was straining against the lace of his panties.

He’s never been so hard so quickly before, the professor is having an extreme effect on him.
Taehyung kisses him now like been starved of it his whole life, licking into the older males
mouth incessantly.

Jungkook kisses him back, while slowly leading him over to the desk at the front of the room.
He stops when the backs of Taehyung’s thighs reach the desk, he reaches up and places his
right hand around the cheerleader’s neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

Taehyung gasps into the others mouth at the contact, waves of pleasure shooting through
body as he is choked.

Jungkook pushes him down gently, causing Taehyung to lay down on the desk while his legs
dangle off the side.

Their kiss is broken and Taehyung wants to moan at just the sight of Dr. Jeon hovering over
him, hand still wrapped around his throat, applying a subtle amount of pressure.

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that, fucking slut.” He removes his hand now, choosing to push one
of Taehyungs leg up into a bent position, back of his heel on the desk. “God, you’re so
fucking gorgeous, Taehyung.”

Taehyung almost preens at the compliment. “You too.” he says weakly.

Jungkook smirks above him and its quite a fucking sight.

The older male runs his hands up the cheerleader’s legs and all the way up his waist, pushing
the skirt up so his dick and panties are fully exposed.

Jungkook runs his hand up down his dick slowly, teasingly before he pulls the underwear
down far enough for his aching cock to be free, slapping his belly, precum dripping from the
tip.
“Mmm look at my pretty whore, already so hard for me.” Jungkook starts to jerk him off at a
slow pace, thumbing at his slit.

Taehyung is mentally screaming at how good it feels, his hands are rough but still soft
enough for it to feel amazing.

“Ugh- Dr. Jeon” he mewls out, unable to stop squirming underneath the man’s touch.

“What is it, sweetheart?” a knowing look in his eyes.

“Wont you fuck me, Dr. Jeon?”

Jungkook growls above him, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Picking up the
pace of the strokes on his dick.

Taehyung is moaning now, “Mm- stop, stop- stop or I’m gonna cum.” he says between heavy
breaths.

Jungkook doesn’t stop, only going faster now. Biting down on the exposed part of
Taehyung’s neck. “Then cum for me you whore.”

It’s not long after that Taehyung releases all over Jungkook’s hand and the underside of his
skirt.

Gross.

Jungkook looks satisfied standing above him, bringing his cum covered hand up to
Taehyung’s mouth, nudging for him to open up.
The cheerleader eagerly opens up his mouth to lap up the cum on his knuckles and fingers.
Never breaking eye contact with the professor.

“Better suck them good sweetheart, we’re not done yet.”

He is looking down at him, eyes hooded, a sultry glow in his iris’. Taehyung makes sure to be
extra dramatic wetting his fingers.

Jungkook brings his spit slicked hand down to his ass, teasing his entrance with his damp
fingers.

He wastes no time before inserting a finger. Working himself in and out slowly. Taehyung
winces at the pain.

It hurts but it also feels so good, Jungkook expertly curling his finger occasionally to rub at
the familiar bundle of nerves.

After what seems like ages Jungkook adds another finger, scissoring him relentlessly.

“Look how easy you take my fingers, must get fucked a lot.” Jungkook’s breathing was
almost as ragged as his own, “Just a dirty little cum dumpster aren’t we, sweetheart?”

Taehyung moans, fucking himself down onto Jungkook’s fingers now.

“I’m ready Dr. Jeon. I’m ready for you to make me your slut.”

Jungkook is looking at him with something almost carnal in his eyes, he pulls his fingers out
and Taehyung whines at the loss.
He steps back and shucks off his sweater, then undoing his belt.

Taehyung whimpers at the sight of Jungkook’s body. Taut muscles everywhere, perfect
unblemished skin. He wants to lick him all over.

He undoes his belt and tosses it to the side. Sliding down his slacks and boxers in one go.

Taehyung's mouth waters at the sight of Jungkook’s dick, it was thick and long, red and
dripping with precum.

Jesus fucking Christ he was the luckiest man on earth right now.

Jungkook leans back over him, one hand next to Taehyung’s head to keep his balance, one
hand on the cheerleader’s cheek. The professor forced his mouth open, sticking his thumb in
there for Taehyung to suck on.

He removes the hand by his head to quickly help himself align with Taehyung’s entrance,
moving the panties to the side and pushing in slightly.

Taehyung lets out an obscene moan, feeling his walls being stretched. God Jungkook was so
big.

Jungkook lets out a moan too, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he feels his dick being
engulfed by Taehyung’s tight heat.

He pauses for a second and all that could be heard is their heavy breathing,

“You good down there sweetheart?” He hears Jungkook ask, voice a little softer than it was
before.
“I’m just peachy, doc.” He breathes out, “Do your fucking worst Jeon and fuck me.”

Something seems to snap in Jungkook when he says that because the older male pushes in all
the way. He brings his hips back and then slams into Taehyung.

Jungkook sets a brutal pace, fucking Taehyung hard, rough and fast.

“Look at how good your ass swallows up my cock, sweetheart. Fuck- I knew you would have
such a tight ass.”

Jungkook grabs the leg propped on the desk and hitches it over his shoulder as he pounds
Taehyung's ass relentlessly. Hitting his prostate with precision.

Taehyung is a moaning mess, he is sure anyone that walks by this classroom could hear the
filthy scene unfolding in here. And that’s what it was, filthy. The sound of skin slapping,
Taehyung moaning while Jungkook grunts in pleasure. It was downright sinful.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck your slutty ass, baby.”

Taehyung wants to say something like, ‘hey me too dude” But all he can do is hiccup out a
‘Jungkook’ in the process.

Jungkook’s hips start to snap at a sporadic pace, he can tell the other male is about to finish.

“Fuck, fuck - fuck Taehyung.” Jungkook cums with Taehyung’s name on his lips, the
cheerleader following moments after - again. He can feel the older man filling him and it’s so
fucking good. He collapses on top of Taehyung, dick still inside his ass.
They don’t move for a while, just breathing and laying with each other before Taehyung
speaks up,

“Get off me, you’re sweaty and there’s cum leaking out of my ass.”

He hears the professor let out a giggle before standing up pulling out and Taehyung whines a
little at the loss of feeling so full.

Jungkook grabs tissues off the desk and wipes himself and Taehyung off, apologizing quietly
for ruining Taehyung's uniform.

“It’s all good, Jungkook.” he says with a little smile and a wink

Jungkook smiles (cute) back at him and they get dressed in silence.

Once they are finished, Taehyung grabs his book bag and stands awkwardly in the center of
the lecture hall.

“So, uh. This was nice?”

Jungkook nods, “Yeah, it was.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, “And... I wouldn’t mind doing it again?”

The professor doesn’t say anything at first, just adjusting the glasses on his face before
exhaling through his nose,

“Me too.”
-

(Taehyung does find out what it is like to ride Jungkook.

And,

He passes philosophy with flying colors.)

-
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

I AM SINFUL I AM SORRY

mood music

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Jungkook had a problem.

And that problem had blonde hair, long ass legs and a red and white bow on his head at all
times.

And the perkiest ass on the planet, Jungkook was sure of it.

Correction- Jungkook had an obsession.

An addiction.

With Kim Taehyung.

His stupid, beautiful sexy fucking as-

Chill.

Jungkook couldn't stop thinking about the pretty cheerleader.

He was absolutely entrancing.

Jungkook had known who Kim Taehyung-cheerleading captain- was well before he ended up
in his 11 am lecture.

Everyone did.

Staff, students- you name it. They knew Kim Taehyung. They knew the beautiful male
cheerleader that paraded around in his tiny uniform, wooing fucking any and every one that
saw him.

Jungkook had been intrigued before they ever interacted. He saw the way the younger boy
stared at him, eyes full of lust, want -need.

Taehyung would watch him teach like a lion stalking its prey.

Jungkook loved it, loved knowing Taehyung wanted him just as much he wanted the younger
male.

He wanted to wreck the pretty little cheerleader, break him down into a moaning mess.

And he did, he did make Taehyung squirm for him, scream for him. Frequently actually.

But it wasn't enough, it was never enough for Jungkook. His life was consumed with
thoughts of pink, spit slicked lips wrapped his cock. Thoughts of the cheerleader lying face
down into a pillow, hands behind his back.

Taehyung looked so pretty all tied up with pink ribbon.

Everything reminded Jungkook of Taehyung.

He couldn't be in his office.

That’s where they had their first meeting.

He couldn't be at home.

Jungkook’s bed still had the handcuffs on the headboard.

He couldn't get a cup of coffee

It's in a mug, Taehyung likes hot chocolate- in mugs.

Fuck.

Anything he looked at all he saw was Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung.

This is why he currently found himself at a university basketball game, in an oversized black
sweatshirt (praying no one would recognize him) searching the sidelines for a familiar head a
of hair.

It was like he was having withdrawals from the pretty boy- He just needs to see Taehyung,
maybe if he sees him that gnawing in his gut would go away for a while.

Jungkook’s brain snorts- yeah right.

He finds a spot upon the top row of the bleachers, and from here he can see the entire cheer
squad dancing in front of the first row,

Taehyung -of course- is in the center. He’s shaking his pom poms brightly smiling up at the
crowd.

Jungkook would like to shake his pom poms if you know what I mean (wink wink).

He really could care less about the game (the school’s team was winning) he only cared about
how high Taehyung’s leg extension was.

Jungkook shivers at the thought of just how flexible the little cheerleader is.

As his role as a professor, Jungkook has encountered many students who were attractive.
Many who thought he was attractive.

But none like Taehyung.

Jungkook had a PHD in philosophy but even he couldn’t figure out why Taehyung was so-
alluring.

He was a vixen, sexy and strong and very able to bring any man (or woman) to their knees.

Jungkook fucking loved it.

He’s never loved something much before.

Psh, no he didn’t go and catch any feelings for the cheerleader, Fuck off.

The cheer squad was doing something more complex now, Taehyung was up in the air
standing the palms of another boy.

The other male was shorter, and also blonde. He had a little smirk on his face as he peeked
and looked up under Taehyung’s skirt from below.

Who the fuck.

The shorter boy throws Taehyung up a little and lets him fall down into his grasp.

Jungkook really doesn’t like the grip the other boy has on his cheerleader’s waist.

The two cheerleaders are smiling at each other, little giggles on their lips and Jungkook wants
to rip his fucking hair out.

Taehyung was supposed to be smiling at him like that. Not that short dickhead with nice
muscles.

Jungkook had muscles too. Lots.

Why didn’t Taehyung look at him like that.

After the game was over- They won- Jungkook was lurking next to the bleachers watching the
cheer team pack up their stuff.
Jungkook has been lucky so far and no one has recognized him being an absolute creep. The
hood of his sweatshirt is pulled up and he made sure to wear his glasses so he looked more
disguised.

“Dr. Jeon?”

Spoke too soon apparently. Fuck him.

Jungkook sees one of the girls from the team approaching him, Mina? He thinks.

“Hey Dr. Jeon, didn’t expect you to be the type at a basketball game.”

She’s smiling, and Jungkook wants to punch her.

Should have failed her that semester.

From behind her, he can see that Taehyung has noticed him. A smirk growing on his face.

The blonde cheerleader starts making his way to the two of them.

“Hey, Dr. Jeon.” Taehyung crosses his arms and pops out his hip.

Fuck, hearing Taehyung call him that he was about to lose it.

“Mina, can you go help Hoseok stretch out?” He directs toward the girl. She nods and walks
back to the rest of the squad.
“Didn’t really take you as a stalker, doc.” He says once she’s gone. His voice is smug.

“I’m not stalking you, Taehyung.” Jungkook flips his hood off and runs a messy hand
through his hair. The look on the cheerleader’s face is driving Jungkook insane. He wants to
wrap his hand around that pretty throat and ask just who the hell was he talking to like that?

Little cheerleader needs to be put back in his place.

“Sure. You hate organized sports.” Taehyung says while rolling his eyes, “If I am
remembering correctly your exact words were ‘they are boring and barbaric’.” Taehyung is
moving closer to him now.

He stops when they are almost chest to chest, lowering his voice so that what he says was
only audible between the two of them.

“You remember that night, right? When you told me that?” Taehyung is playing with the
strings of his hoodie, looking up at him through his long lashes. “Same night you were
handcuffed to the bed, and I was riding your dick with my hands tied behind above my
head?”

Yes, Jungkook remembers that night.

Fuck how could he ever forgot how his little slut looked riding his dick with no help from his
arms. The flex of his thighs, the part of lips- Jungkook remembers it all.

He also remembers how he almost broke the headboard trying to break free of those cuffs. He
wanted to touch the other so bad.

He exhales a deep sigh, and is a little disappointed in himself for getting all worked up in a
sweaty gym.
Taehyung must sense his reaction, because the boy is smirking again. “So why else would
you be here if it weren’t to see me?”

Jungkook wants to kiss him.

“Who said I wanted to see you?”

Jungkook wants to slap him.

“Well you’re here, aren’t you?” The blonde stops fiddling with his hoodie strings, and with
one final smirk he turns around to head back to the rest of the squad.

He watches as Taehyung swings his hips when he walks. That skirt barely covering anything
and he wants to reach out and touch-take.

Taehyung shimmies up next to the same short male cheerleader and puts one arm around his
waist and one on his chest. The shorter male smiles at Taehyung, slides an arm around him,
hand stopping on the pretty cheerleader’s ass.

Jungkook feels his fingers twitch.

Mine.

He watches how the short cheerleader nibbles on Taehyungs ear while giggling, hand
kneading that perky ass.

All while Taehyung is looking at Jungkook with hooded eyes and a lazy smirk on his lips.
Jungkook knows what the look in his eyes means.
A challenge.

Jungkook is grading an essay in his office, unable to concentrate.

He had told Taehyung to meet him here whenever he finished his classes.

Jungkook was just itching to get his hands on the pretty cheerleader.

Being around Taehyung was slowly becoming the highlight of Jungkook’s days. He was
bright and sexy, and he puts up with Jungkook’s own bullshit better than anyone.

Seeing him with the short cheerleader made Jungkook realize just how much he wanted
Taehyung to be his.

And no one else’s.

Jungkook wanted to be the only one touching the others skin, feeling his lips, breathing in his
moans.

The very idea of someone else touching Taehyung- let alone fucking him- makes Jungkook
lose it.

He whips the red pen that was in his hand at the door to his office and groans.

He had such a fucking problem.

In the middle of Jungkook’s existential crisis, he hears a knock at the door.

He hates the way his heart jumps at the thought that it might be his cheerleader.

Taehyung pushes the door open slightly, “Jungkook?” he asks softly.

He flushes, Taehyung rarely calls him by his first name, saving it for only the most intimate
moments between the two of them.

The cheerleader enters the room and closes the door behind him, “You wanted to see me?”
He sounds a little tired.

Jungkook motions to the chair in front of his desk, “Sit.”

Taehyung does as he’s told, he sets down his bag and takes a seat. He’s looking at Jungkook
expectantly.

“Who is that short cheerleader?” he wastes no time getting to the point.

A smug look begins to spread on Taehyungs face. “You mean Jimin?” he shifts in the chair,
causing his skirt to reveal more of his soft, tanned legs.

“He’s my co-captain. Cute, isn’t he?” The knowing look in Taehyung’s eye is making
Jungkook seethe.

He doesn’t respond to the prompted question, opting to glare at Taehyung- the younger boy
knew what he was doing.
Taehyung doesn’t stop there, “He fucks like a slut too. Takes real good care of me- better
than you.” Taehyung is leaning forward onto his desk now, head propped up in his hands.

The burn in Jungkook’s gut intensifies at Taehyungs words.

“And don’t even get me started on his di-”

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore, he jumps out of his chair making way toward the blonde
boy on the other side of the desk.

Taehyung stands in response to Jungkook walking toward him, smug grin never leaving his
lips.

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Jungkook was on him instantly, caging the other boy up against his desk. So much that
Taehyung was almost half sitting on the wood. Their faces were centimeters apart, the look in
Jungkook’s eyes was something close to animalistic.

“You let someone else fuck you, baby?” Jungkook was whispering the words to Taehyung’s
mouth, “You let someone else touch my little slut? Touch what is mine?”

His words are dripping with anger, with lust.

“You’re mine.” Jungkook reaches a hand up and lets his palm make contact with the
cheerleader’s cheek.

Taehyung gasps, hand flying to the reddening flesh. Hips bucking foward into the professor’s.
He starts turning his head back toward the older male, lips still parted.
He grabs ahold of Jungkook’s tie and yanks the professor toward him- so close that their lips
were basically touching at this point.

Taehyung moves his head back and forth slightly, brushing their lips together agonizingly
slow.

Jungkook was getting dizzy from the mind-numbing arousal thrumming in his veins.

“Then fucking prove it.”

Something in Jungkook’s brain snaps and surges forward kissing the pretty cheerleader while
sucking his bottom into his own mouth.

The kiss is passionate and heated. Their tongues swirling around each other, teeth smashing
together.

Taehyung is mewling into his mouth, grinding the front of his skirt onto Jungkook’s crotch.

Jungkook was drunk off Taehyung’s kisses, his head pounding at the feeling of Taehyung’s
tongue tracing the outline of his lips.

The cheerleader shoves his hand between Jungkook’s legs and he lets out a broken moan at
the contact. He has to pull away from the kiss to let his head fall back at the feeling of those
pretty fingers rubbing his balls through his slacks.

Fuck.

Jungkook grabs ahold of Taehyung’s wrist and pulls it away.

“Turn around and lay on your stomach for me baby.” Jungkook sounded out of breath, his
words dripping with want.

Taehyung lays down onto the desk, his legs hanging out the side as he stands on his tip toes
for balance.

Jungkook loved those fucking legs.

He took a moment to step back and admire Taehyung’s toned calves and thighs. Jungkook
gets down to his knees, hand reaching out for the cheerleader’s right calf.

The professor begins to suck and lick at the tanned flesh. Taehyung shivers at the feeling of
the older male’s wet mouth on his skin.

Jungkook licks a stripe up the back of the cheerleader’s leg from his mid-calf all the way up
to his perky ass. Sinking his teeth into the supple flesh, causing Taehyung to rock forward
letting out a tiny gasp.

“No one gets to see this ass except me.” Jungkook stands now, giving Taehyung’s ass a slap.
The sound resonating through the room.

“Right?”

Taehyung lets out a cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He was achingly hard, straining
against another pair of panties.

He doesn’t say anything except letting out a few whimpers.

Jungkook presses his clothed erection against the bottom of the cheerleader’s ass, hands in a
bruising grip around Taehyung’s hips.
“Answer me, little whore.”

Taehyung is squirming, gasping out “Right, Just you Dr. Jeon. Only you.”

Jungkook hums in satisfaction, backing away from the younger boy. He undoes his belt and
throws it to the side. Sliding down his pants and briefs, he moves back toward the
cheerleader.

He slaps his hard dick against the other ass,

“Put your thighs together for me.”

He was no longer asking, he was demanding.

Taehyung moves his legs closer together while Jungkook grabs both of the cheerleader’s
wrists now. Twisting his arms behind his back, successfully pining him down.

Holding Taehyung down with on hand, he uses his other to help position his dick between
Taehyung’s thighs.

He starts to fuck those tight, toned legs, moving his dick back and forth between the smooth
flesh slowly.

“God, I love your fucking legs babe.” he gasps out. “Did you wrap these pretty legs around
that short fucker?”

Taehyung is breathing heavy against the papers on the professor’s desk, loving the feeling of
the older man holding him down by his arms.
“Yes, I had my legs around his waist while he fucked me, while he moaned my name into my
ear.”

Taehyung hears Jungkook whisper something like ‘I’m gonna kill him’ and he smiles to
himself, he knows just how to rile up the older male.

Jungkook fucks Taehyung thighs, his brain in a frenzy. He doesn’t know how much longer
he’s gonna last so he pulls himself out from between Taehyung’s legs.

He flips up the others skirt and jerks himself off until he releases onto the top of Taehyung’s
ass and lower back.

The cheerleader's golden skin looked so pretty decorated in white. He smiles down at his
handy work, feeling odd satisfaction looking the younger boy covered in his cum.

Gross, his brain says.

Taehyung was letting out little whimpers, “Dr. Jeon, please. Please do something, fuck me-
anything. I’ll be a good slut for you.”

Jungkook curses under his breath, fucking vixen.

“Please.” Taehyung begs.

He reaches out starts rubbing one of Taehyungs perky ass cheeks, smirk growing on his face
“Don’t worry baby, I know what a good whore you are. I got you. Just be patient.”

Jungkook sucks on his own fingers, drenching them in his own salvia.
He mixes his spit covered fingers with his own cum, letting the wetness drip down the crack
of Taehyung’s ass.

He pulls downs the younger boys blue silk panties, and spreads his cheeks.

“Wish you could see how pretty your slutty hole looks covered in my cum, baby. So fucking
wet.” Jungkook growls out.

Jungkook rubs his thumb over Taehyungs entrance smearing the spit-cum mixture all over
before he inserts his first finger, using his own cum as a lubricant.

Taehyung lets out a loud choked moan, hands scrunching up some papers on the desk.

Jungkook is working a finger in and out of the others ass when he says, “Hey, I needed to
grade those!”

“Oh sorry, I’ll try to be more controlled next time you shove a finger up my ass.” Jungkook
can hear the eye roll in the cheerleader’s voice.

He tightens the grip his has on Taehyung’s wrists, pushing them down into the younger males
back slightly.

“Watch your fucking tone, little slut.”

Jungkook inserts another finger, loving the way Taehyung clenches around them.

He loved watching his own cum be fucked in and out of the others puckered hole.
Taehyung moans out a string of apologies, barely understandable through his cries.

Jungkook adds a third finger not too long after, Taehyung was a babbling mess. The
cheerleader’s body was going limp below him, knees buckling as he melts under Jungkook’s
touch.

“I’m ready babe, I’m ready for your cock Dr. Jeon.”

Jungkook smirks, “I’m sure you are baby.”

The professor removes his fingers and pulls Taehyung up from the desk, turning him so they
are face to face, letting go of his wrists in the process.

Taehyung captures his lips almost immediately, threading his fingers through Jungkook’s
dark locks, grabbing ahold of his tie again pulling him impossibly close.

Jungkook is licking into his mouth feverishly, feeling himself hardening again at the feeling
of the younger boy’s tongue. Taehyung is panting into his mouth, desperately rubbing his
cock against Jungkook’s thigh.

Both males are sweating and breathing heavy. Jungkook latches his lips onto the
cheerleader’s neck, sucking a beautiful purple bruise there. Lapping up some of the sweat,
tasting the saltiness of it before he sucks on the cheerleader's earlobe. Taehyung arches into
him even more than before, he is all but humping Jungkook’s toned thigh now.

The cheerleader hungrily kisses him again, nails digging into his scalp.

Taehyung reaches down to palm his own neglected erection, searching for some type of
friction.

So needy.
Jungkook breaks away from the kiss and pulls the cheerleader’s hand away. “‘I will take care
of that baby.”

Taehyung is making a face similar to a glare at him, “You’re taking too fucking long.” His
voice sounds annoyed.

Jungkook’s hand twitches.

They are staring at each other, pupils blow wide with arousal. Taehyung still had a hand on
the professor’s tie.

Jungkook narrows his eyes, and begins to remove the silk tie from his neck.

“Open your mouth.” He orders.

Taehyung squints, “What?”

The silk tie feels heavy in his hands, “I said open your fucking slutty mouth.” He growls out.

The cheerleader opens his mouth and Jungkook shoves part of the tie in there. Wrapping the
rest of it around the back of the other’s head. Tying it in an elegant bow at the bottom on his
hairline. Successfully gagging the pretty boy.

“Maybe this will remind you to watch that tone of yours.” He says into Taehyungs ear and
watching with pride as the cheerleader visibly shivers, letting out a small whine.

Jungkook pulls up his pants slightly, enough that he could walk and picks the cheerleader up
into his arms. Moving them over to the small paisley sofa in the corner of his office.
He lays Taehyung down, face into the cushion and climbs over top of him.

“My baby has been really testing my patience today.” Jungkook grunts out while grabbing his
earlier discarded belt.

“Slutty boys get the belt.”

Jungkook takes the belt and loops it around Taehyung’s neck, threading it through the buckle
and pulling it softly so it tightens around the other’s throat.

Not enough to hurt, but enough to feel.

Taehyung lets out a strangled moan, a cry of pleasure.

Jungkook coos, “You love it don’t you little whore? Love the leather around your neck?”

“Yes.” He sobs.

Jungkook can’t help the smile that breaks out onto his face, he knows how weak the younger
boy is for being choked. It was Taehyung’s favorite thing, becoming instantly pliant
whenever Jungkook put his fingers on his pulse.

It was Taehyung’s favorite but also Jungkook’s. Something so incredibly sexy about giving
him that power.

About giving him that trust.

He aligned himself with Taehyung’s entrance, using a hand to help guide himself inside.

He pushes halfway in, pausing so Taehyung can adjust when hears the cheerleader speak,

“Fucking do it already Jeon, fuck the shit out of me.” It comes out muffled but It sends a pang
of arousal to Jungkook’s gut nonetheless

He pushes himself fully in, letting out a groan of dizzying pleasure.

With one hand on the small of Taehyung’s back, and one holding the belt Jungkook starts
snapping his hips at a brutal pace.

Fucking into Taehyung with pure unadulterated passion.

“You’ve been bad today baby.” He purrs.

“Impatient.”

He tugs on the belt.

“Snarky.”

Another tug, he hears Taehyung let out a breathy moan, watching as the younger boy grips
the side of the couch.

“And don’t even get me started on that fucking short cheerleader.”

Jungkook is relentlessly fucking him. It’s hard and rough and Taehyung is struggling to keep
his body held up from the force of Jungkook of slamming into him.

“Fuck- Dr. Jeon.” Taehyung whines, “I’ve been so bad- Oh fuck. Right there Jungkook.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond, the arousal making it difficult for him to speak, only fucking into
Taehyung more harshly while re- adjusting his grip on the belt, pulling it tighter. It causes
Taehyung's head to arch up, while he lets out a gasp.

Jungkook’s hips start to stutter, he lets out a carnal sound as he feels his orgasm approaching
for the second time.

“I want you to cum untouched my little cheer slut.”

Jungkook gives Taehyung ass a little slap and he whimpers.

“I want you to cum for me.” He grunts with a particularly hard snap of his hips. “Cum for me
because you’re mine.”

And Taehyung does, while screaming out Jungkook’s name. Making a mess of the couch
below them.

Hearing Taehyung climax causes Jungkook to cum not long after, waves of pleasure
spreading through his body as his fucks through his orgasm. Pulsing inside of Taehyung's
tight walls.

For the second time, he relishes in the sight of his own cum dripping from Taehyung’s ass,
reaching down to smear some on the other’s thighs.

Jungkook lets go of the belt, slowly pulling out of Taehyung. The cheerleader instantly
collapses on the couch below them.
The professor motions for Taehyung to turn over, so the younger boy does. Removing the gag
from his mouth. Jungkook helps him sit up on one of the throw pillows and reaches to
remove the belt from his neck.

He feels his lips twitch when he sees the red ring adorning Taehyung’s throat.

Jungkook gets up and grabs some tissues to clean them off with. Gently wiping the cum front
Taehyung’s legs and stomach.

He pulls back on his own pants and underwear, and then sits down next to Taehyung’s
outstretched feet on the end of the sofa.

“So, I’m yours huh?” There’s a hint of a smile in the cheerleader’s voice.

Jungkook looks over at the pretty cheerleading smiling at him.

Adorable.

So innocent looking now- like he wasn’t just getting fucked with a belt around his neck.

“I want you to be mine, and only mine Taehyung.” Jungkook says honestly, feeling slightly
vulnerable putting his feelings out there like that. “Like maybe take you on dates and stuff
kind of mine.”

Taehyung smiles brightly at him, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Of course, I’ll be yours.” He giggles, “I would love to go on a real date with you.”
 Jungkook feels himself smiling because how could he not when the actual sun was shining in
his face?

He leans forward and gives the cheerleader a peck on the lips.

Taehyung hums then gives Jungkook a small pat of the shoulder.

“But first, help me find my panties.”

Chapter End Notes

I???? I don't know what happened here lmao

THIS IS FOR NEALA AND ROJIA THOSE TWO DIRTY HUMANS I DO NOT
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