My Busty Babysitter / Jungkook fanfic/ SMUT (COMPLETED)

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Rachel was just pulling her coat on when Jungkook came down the stairs. He handed Rachel her payment in cash.

"Thank you, Mr. Jeon." Rachel smiled in gratitude.

"You're welcome," he replied. "You deserve every penny. IU  and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you."

"Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for you guys."

Rachel was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting Jungkook's  gaze. For his part, Jungkook was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Rachel's exposed cleavage. Did she realize what she was doing? It was bad enough that her breasts were over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons. Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? Jungkook was glad that she wasn't meeting his gaze. He was embarrassed at his lack of self-control.

"Okay...I guess we'll see you on Saturday then." He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. How long had he been standing there trying not to look at her chest and not saying anything?

"Yes. I'll be here at six p.m," She managed to meet his eyes. "Bye, Mr. Jeon." She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door.

Do all high school seniors dress that way? He wondered. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. Jungkook stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs.

"Coming, honey," he said. "Just turning out the lights and locking up down here."

Jungkook dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she would have done anything, Jungkook thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was a long day and it took  Jungkook most of it to clear his head.

The week progressed at a snail's pace, but Saturday arrived at last. Jungkooks  wife had tickets to the opera and although Jungkook  couldn't think of anything he hated more, he resigned himself to his fate. It was bad enough that she always seemed to have a headache when there was a concert that Jungkook wanted to go to, but she expected him to attend all of her high events.

The doorbell rang and Jungkook ran down the steps to open it. It was Rachel, and she couldn't have worn a tighter shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst right through it.

"H...uh..." Jungkook stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous book by Nabokov.

Rachel giggled. "Can I come in?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I'm exhausted." He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him.

"It's okay, Mr. Jeon ." She gave him a long look before turning her attention to the children who ran in from the back yard to greet her.

Jungkook went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the living room. He noticed that she had put on a cardigan that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Was that for his wife's benefit? Was she just trying to mess with him?

His wife was already out the door as John turned to give Rachel her final instructions. "We'll be back after eleven sometime. Is that okay?"

"Of course," Rachel replied, giving Jungkook a huge smile. "Um...would it be okay if you could give me a ride home? My car isn't running and my mom gave me a ride over here."