Scintillate🔞

Chapter 5

Your weekend became uneventful, you and Moonbyul went out clubbing, and despite receiving several flirtatious advances not one interested you.

Moonbyul finally approached your sorry looking ass at the bar alone, taking your drink right out of your hand, downing it.

"Why so lonely?" She inquires over the booming music.

"Just not in the mood I suppose,"

"You?" She gasps "but you- ah it's the high school kid isn't it? Is he really that good?"

You ordered another drink, attentively watching the bartender make it "best I've had,"

Moonbyul clung to your arm, eyes growing wide "I always knew you were into freaky shit,"

"What no!" You took a gulp of your drink, grimacong from the bitter aftertaste "it's.. I don't know just really easy,"

She slapped your shoulder "yah! Don't toy with a highschool boy just because he's easy,"

You shoved her back "not that kind of easy. I mean like ...well he's easy to have sex with,"

Her face wrinkled in disgust "thats worse!"

"No, I- ugh," you raked you hands through your hair, desperately trying to  to select better words in your head "I don't mean he's cheap. He's just really nice to be around, easy to get along with. Sex comes so naturally, I don't feel forced into anything, we just kind of experiment abit here and there. When I say I don't like something he really listens,"

Her mouth formed an O as she heard out your explanation "sooo, what are you two? Fuck buddies? Thats pretty hot with the whole teacher student thing going on,"

You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink "no labels yet, on a side note, you know what else is pretty hot. Choking,"

The brazen statement made Moonbyul choke on her saliva "I could have gone my whole life not knowing that,"

Saturday night ended with laughter and you lugging her drunk, barely concious self home. Sunday equated to looking after a very hungover Moonbyul.

-

The moment you stepped into class on Monday, Jungkooks eyes were transfixed on you, hawk-like gaze not missing the small hint of a hickey peeking out from under your collar, one you'd forgotten to cover, but the main thing grabbing his attention is your choice of outfit.

Intead of the usual pencil skirt and blouse, this time you had on a dress, a cream coloured chiffon dress that elegantly cascaded down your frame, skirt ending right below your knees. It had long sleeves, and you paired it with nothing more than a simple belt but it being the first time he'd ever seen you dress so ...cute, simply put and it caused a little flip in Jungkooks heart.

He simultaneously wanted to pinch your cheeks while cooing about how adorable you look and rip that dress off, taint that cutesy image, to have your adorable lips moaning his name out on repeat like a mantra. He wanted ...many things.

"...Alright, remember to get these permission slips signed and hand them to Ms. Cha by tommorow. Any later than tommorow and you won't be eligible for the trip this weekend," Jin finished his morning briefing, handing the forms off the someone in the front to distribute.

-

During lunch break, you decided to wander around the hallways a little, exploring the school abit better. Some of the permanent teachers here told you and the other interns of  the supposed ghosts that live in the school buildings. Which is exactly why when you were walking on your own on the third floor of the building you nearly yelled bloody murder, when a pair of hands lashed out from the janitors room, dragging you in, it's hand clamping over your mouth.

"Shh, babe it's me," Jungkook hushed you, hands soothingly rubbing your back. You relaxed upon realising you weren't about to have your soul sucked out of you today.

"Holy- It's the middle of lunch break why are you in the janitors closet," you dramatically gasped as an absurd situation popped into your mind "you hiding a bong in here somewhere?"

Momentary confusion splatters across his features "what no!"

Even in the dim lighting, you could see his cheeks flush pink "I've got a slight problem," his hands take hold of your wrist, bringing your palm to his crotch, painfully erect within the confines of his pants.

Despite wanting to help him, it was the middle of lunchbreak, only 20 minutes left.

"We can't have sex during school hours," you protested, heart weakening at the sight of his troubled expression flying away when your hand moved slightly.

"Please," he whined, hips moving against your palm. You contemplated it, glancing at your watch, you noticed how now you only had 18 minutes, students usually start heading to class 5 minutes before the bell so that brings the total time available down to 13 minutes.

"No sex," you took your palm away, heading to the door. Although disappointed he didn't want to force you, he sort of expected this answer. So when you locked the door and faced him yet again he was more than pleasantly surprised.

"But a blowjob is kinda like pre-sex not quite sex yet," you stated your lame excuse.

Without wasting another second you dropped to your knees, undoing his button and pulling down his zipper, the loose fitting trousers falling to the ground like nothing. The highest point on his boxers already having a damp stain on them, pulling that down too his erected member stood proud and tall right in front of you, pre-cum beading at the tip.

Even with the time limit, you opt to lick a stripe up along the bottom, watching a little shiver run down him. His hands firmly planted on the wall behind you, heavy-lidded eyes never once leaving you, watching your tongue play with his tip, swirling around it.

With his frustrations peaking, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing your mouth around his cock.

"I did the first step for you, now show me what you've got," his voice dropping an octave, a challenging edge in it.

You continue taking him in, tip kissing the back of you throat, tears forming in your eyes, tongue swirling around his underside. Drawing back, you began to bob your head, each time his tip met the back of your throat, your slight gagging, sending little vibrations up him.

He bit on his fist, silencing his moans, pleasure making him want to bang his head on the wall over the fact he couldn't touch you, he knew if he did, he'd take that dress right off.

To him your mouth is absolutely godsent, lips soft and plush, the inside of your mouth warm and wet, your tongue, hell he didn't know what your tongue was doing to him but he didn't care, he only knew he didn't want it to stop.

Saliva now dripped out the sides of your mouth, salty tears leaking out your eyes, head bobbing back and forth, always taking in the full extent of his sizeable length.

"(Y/n) I'm...." he barely managed out, didn't take a genius to figure out what he was about to say, you nodded slightly, humming in confirmation that it was indeed okay.

Your hum sent an even stronger wave of vibrations up his body, he swore his entire nervous system glitched as hot sticky white ropes of cum shot into your mouth. He pulled out, weakly pumping himself with his hands, using the tip of his dick to paint the last bit of cum across your lips.

Jungkook always had an artistic soul so it's no surprise he quite enjoyed leaving his personal made marks all over you, like paint on a once empty canvas as he believes, but the sight of his cum lewdly smeared across your glistening lips, dripping down your chin, is definitely one of his favourites.

Swallowing, you proudly show him your empty mouth before licking your lips. He smiled at the action, kissing each of your tear stained cheeks, wiping the moisture away with his thumbs. He brings out a packet of tissues from his pocket, he's a very thorough person, grabbing a tissue he wipes your chin and lips.

You wanted to help him, clean himself too only then noticing your lipstick had left more than just one stain along him

He caught your hand, taking the tissue away from you "Is it bad that I kind of like seeing your lipstick stains there?"

"You really-" your eyes caught a glance of the time "-oh shit, we have to go,"