The Bad Girl || JJK | Complete

CH-16

Yn POV

My pulse races as I close the kitchen door. He's silent behind me, and when I turn, one hand still on the knob, he's just standing there, taking me in.

"What?" I ask quietly, the shyness and the nervous excitement of what's about to happen suddenly making me weak in the knees.

"Nothing, Princess," he purrs in that deep, silky, sexy voice of his. He moves closer, until he's right against me. I gasp, pressing back into the kitchen door as his hands move to my hips. His lips find mine, and I moan into them as he kisses me slowly. The kiss melts away the nervousness, or at least turns it into something else - something fiercer, and hotter, and something that ignites a fire inside of me.

"I like seeing where you live," he murmurs, pulling away to glance around our kitchen, dim in the late afternoon light.

This is really happening. My gorgeous, dominant, sinfully sexy, and amazing Headmaster is actually at my house. We parked in the garage, even if he told me he wouldn't give a shit about parking on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see. But the garage might be a touch more low-key.

"So this is where you eat," he murmurs, glancing around the kitchen before turning back to me. His hands tighten, and he groans as he presses himself against me. His face lowers, and I whimper as his lips brush my ear.

"Show me where you sleep, angel," he growls.

I gasp, my chest rising and falling quickly as I grab his hand and pull him through the house. I'm halfway up the stairs when he stops me, and before I can turn or ask what he's doing, I'm suddenly being gently pushed forward. I moan, my hands on the step in front of me and my feet planted on one a few steps lower. The effect has my skirt pulled up high on my thighs, with him right behind me. His hand skims up my thigh, and I hear him groan deeply as he pushes the skirt up high.

"I think my dirty little girl is excited about this," he murmurs.

And I know what he sees. I ditched the stupid gym shorts before I got into his car, and I know he can see how dripping wet my pussy is. The raw need for him shivers through me as he leans close, and when his breath teases across my ass, I moan quietly.

His hand moves up my thigh, over my ass, giving it a squeeze. His big, strong finger moves between my cheeks, slowly moving down and tracing down my cleft. He teases it over my asshole, making me shiver and moan before he traces lower. He runs it right over my puffy, slick lips - teasing my slick, sticky lips and making me cry out.

"Such a bad girl," he growls roughly, his finger rubbing my clit slowly. "Getting all hot and bothered by her teacher." He makes a tsking sound as he rubs me, making me moan, shamelessly bent over in front of him on the staircase.

"Is this tight little pussy ready for my cock, princess?" he purrs. I whimper, nodding since I can't make words while he's touching me like this. He eases two fingertips inside, and I gasp as he spreads my lips wide, exposing me. Jungkook groans deeply, his fingers slowly dragging up and down my soft, slick lips.

"So fucking tight," he rumbles out, his voice making me shiver in ecstasy. "So wet and so ready to take every inch of my big cock."

"Please," I gasp, my knees shaking.

But he slowly takes his hand away, pulling my skirt back down into place before he stands and moves right behind me. His lips tease my ear again.

"Show me your room, baby girl," he whispers deeply.

I swallow, my head swimming as I grab his hand and yank him up the stairs. I know what I'm about to pull him into, and while the thought of him seeing what my room looks like is slightly embarrassing, the raw need for him to take me wins out.

We pause in the doorway, and the redness creeps into my face.

"Shinhyun and Shinhye, they..." I look at the floor. "I was eleven when I came to live with them, and they sort of..."

"You were a little girl," he whispers, his arms circling me from behind.

The room hasn't changed much over the years. Yes, I've put up some rock n' roll posters, and there's makeup and some other more "adult" things lying around the vanity, and the picture books on the shelves have been replaced by novels and textbooks and magazines.

Beyond that though? It still looks like, well, not much different than the room fit for a princess that I'd walked into when I came to stay here way back then. I guess subconsciously I never changed the color of the walls, or swapped out the big, white, four-poster bed, or exchanged the shimmering and gauzy silver chandelier out of some sort of nostalgia.

Shinhye and Shinhyun knew what my room back home had looked like, and they'd tried to mirror it as much as they could. Heck, they'd even added to it, until the room was like cartoon movie-princess version of the room I'd come from. I'd loved it, of course, and I guess I've never changed any of it as a subconscious way of remembering where I came from.

Of course, standing there now, with the much older, incredibly sexy man who I'm hell-bent on losing my virginity to in the next, say, ten minutes, I'm suddenly very aware of how dorky it must look to him.

...Or worse, creepy.

I laugh awkwardly.

"I guess I could have painted?" I swallow, looking at my feet. "Sorry. I've just been lazy about changing anything since I moved in. There's a guest room down the hall-"

"It's perfect," he purrs into my ear, his hands slipping around my waist and pulling me tight. "It's you - the real you, and I love it."

"I know I've got this whole image that the people at Thornbull see me as-"

"It's just for show, at school." He turns me in his arms so that I'm facing him. He shrugs. "I get it, trust me. I was an outsider too. You show them all what you want to show them, to keep yourself safe."

I bite my lip, nodding, and somehow falling for this man even more than I already have.

"I get that you're not really the bad girl you like them to think you are," he whispers gruffly, pulling me close. "And I like that," he growls. "I like that underneath it all, you're so innocent, and sweet, and pure. I like that underneath it, you're a little princess."

His eyes narrow, and I whimper as I feel his cock growing hard between us, pressing into me.

"I like that you're my little princess."

"And your bad girl?" I breathe, falling into him.

"Well that depends," he purrs, like an animal, into my ear.

"On?"

"On how wet that tight little cunt of yours is. How wet the thought of letting your much older Headmaster claim you as his own, and fuck that sweet little pussy right here on your pristine white princess bed until you take every drop of his cum makes you."

I moan, and before I know it, I'm throwing my arms around him and kissing him with everything I have.

"Very!" I gasp, mewling into his lips. He growls, his hands moving to my ass and squeezing me tight.

"Then let's see how bad you can be, angel."

- To be continued