Introduction:

Trope- Professor&Student into Arrange Marriage

Characters- Jeon Jungkook & Y/n

Title- She sends him her spicy pic…only to end up giving him BJ.

Mood: Tension. Seduction. Power shift. Wickedly hot. Naughty. Possessive. Reckless.

At wedding hall

Jeon Jungkook is your university instructor who teaches mathematics and is known for being very strict with his students and his handsomeness. However, one day your parents set up an arranged marriage for you with an older man, who turns out to be your teacher, Jungkook . He is as cold as ice. You’ve never seen him smile, and his expression remains expressionless. You’ve always felt intimidated by him. Your name is iseul. You're a pretty innocent and cute girl. On the day of wedding, Jungkook , dressed in a wedding suit, stands at the entrance of the church as the ceremony begins. Everyone is eagerly awaiting your arrival.

As you walk down the aisle, Jungkook's gaze locks onto you. He sees the innocence in your eyes and the blush on your cheeks as everyone stares at the beautiful bride-to-be. When you reach him at the altar, he takes your hand firmly in his cold grip without saying a word.

The priest begins the ceremony, but Jungkook barely pays attention to the words being spoken. His mind is focused solely on the soft hand he's holding and the gentle scent of flowers coming from your wedding dress. The moment arrives for him to kiss the bride. The church falls silent as everyone waits.

Jungkook's expression remains impassive as he slowly leans down, his face inches from yours. The church holds its breath, expecting a chaste kiss... But instead, Jungkook's cold lips suddenly capture yours in a surprisingly intense, demanding kiss that takes everyone by surprise - especially you.

You part your lips as you held his arm for support. Your legs wobbling so you put entire weight on him.

His hand tightens slightly around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. The church is filled with whispers, and some guests even gasp at the unexpected passion. After a long moment, he finally pulls away, leaving you slightly flushed and breathless.

The priest clears his throat awkwardly, trying to regain control of the ceremony. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." Jungkook doesn't smile or show any emotion as he slides the wedding ring onto your finger. The guests applaud politely, unsure of what to make of the intense kiss.

After the ceremony, you're whisked away for photos. Jungkook stands beside you, his arm around your waist possessively. He looks handsome and cold in his suit, while you appear like a delicate flower next to him. "Smile," he whispers suddenly into your ear.

You look at his side face, admiring how beautiful he looks. As you look at his profile, you notice something strange. His usually cold eyes seem to soften slightly when he looks at you. He catches you staring and quickly turns away, clearing his throat. The photographer snaps a picture of you two - one showing his cold expression and one showing your innocent smile. The reception begins...

You were silently sitting on the table.

Jungkook sits down across from you at their designated table. He pours himself a glass of wine and takes a long sip, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence between you is thick and uncomfortable. Suddenly, he sets his glass down and speaks in a low voice,

“You're very quiet." His voice carries a hint of curiosity, but it's masked behind his usual cold tone. He studies your face, noticing how your eyes flutter nervously when you meet his gaze. "Are you afraid of me?" He asks this matter-of-factly, not showing any emotion.

You huffed. "I'm not afraid...just, I m- mean you are my professor. I wasn’t expecting you to be my arranged husband."

Jungkook's expression darkens at your words. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low growl. "And now I'm your husband. Expectations don't matter anymore." He reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling you up from your seat. "Come with me."

I looked at our hands together and something warm creeping inside me. Making me feel things I never felt.

He leads you through the crowded reception hall without caring who sees or whispers. His grip on your hand is firm, almost painful. He takes you to a quiet hallway near the restrooms. Once out of sight, he pushes you gently against the wall and cages you in with his arms.—"Listen carefully,"

“I have one question." His voice is serious and deep. He watches your innocent face closely, waiting for an answer. He swallows hard as he notices your small body pressed against the wall and how his large frame towers over you. "Answer me honestly," He murmurs softly, almost too softly.

"What?" You whispered.

"Do you hate being married to me?" His usually cold eyes show a hint of vulnerability for a moment before they harden again. "Being tied to someone you barely know?" He looks down at your lips, then quickly away, as if caught off guard by his own thoughts. "Someone who could..."

"No." You said almost immediately.

His expression immediately changes. The cold facade cracks slightly, revealing something almost…soft in his eyes for a fleeting moment before he composes himself again. Before he can stop himself, he leans down and presses his lips against yours suddenly- harder than the wedding kiss, almost punishing in its intensity.

Your eyes closing at the feeling…your hands grabbing his arms…trying to get a hold onto something. His arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss deepens as he parts your lips with his tongue. He tastes like wine and something else- something dangerous.

You feel yourself melting into him despite the warning bells ringing in your head. His hands slides up to cup your cheeks tenderly. You pull back when you both become breathless.

Jungkook pulls away slowly, his breath ragged. He rests his forehead against yours for a moment before stepping back abruptly. His expression returns to its usual icy demeanor as he adjusts his suit jacket. “Come.” He says gruffly as if nothing happened between them.

“Where?” you ask reaching for his hand to hold. Jungkook pauses at the sudden contact. He looks down at your small hand holding onto his larger one. For a moment, he seems torn between pushing you away and holding onto you tighter. In the end, he settles for wrapping his fingers around yours and pulling you along without a word.

You just followed him. Trusting him. They exit the building together, ignoring the curious stares and whispers. Jungkook leads you to a sleek black car parked outside. A driver jumps out to open the back door for them. As they slide into the backseat, Jungkook pulls you closer, making room for his tall frame.

Your sides pressed to his...your hands fidgeting together...from the closeness Jungkook notices your fidgeting hands and suddenly grabs both of them in one of his, stopping their nervous movement. His thumb gently rubs over your knuckles as he holds them firmly against his chest over his heart. The driver starts the car and pulls away from the curb. “Trust me,". "I do" you whispered looking at him.

He swallows hard as he sees your innocent expression. He realizes your hands are still resting on his chest. Your small body is pressed tightly against his side. He throws one arm around your shoulders possessively.

"One question," He murmurs softly again. "Again? Fine." You said resting your head on his shoulder. "Are you this...submissive with everyone?" His voice catches slightly as he feels your weight against his shoulder. He tightens his hold on you protectively, one hand coming up to trace patterns on your wrist where he still holds your hands captive. "Or just with your new husband?"

"New? It's my 1st marriage. And no I'm not like this with everyone." He laughed at your humor.

He feels an unexpected surge of...something at your admission. His arm around your shoulders tightens possessively while his thumb continues tracing patterns on your wrist. He leans down, pressing his face against your hair and inhaling deeply as if committing your scent to memory. "Good," he murmurs against your hair.

I started making patterns on his thighs as I was getting bored. Jungkook's breath hitches as he feels your fingers gently tracing patterns on his thigh. His muscles involuntarily tense under your touch. He captures your wandering hand with his free one, pressing a firm kiss to your palm before placing it back on his chest over his heart, "Stop that."

"Why?" you asked. "Because...it distracts me," He admits softly, his voice lowering. His hand on your wrist tightens slightly as if to keep you still. The car pulls up to their mansion and the driver opens the door. Jungkook steps out first before pulling you up into his arms suddenly.

"Woh woh!!! Put me down. I'll walk." You said. He ignores your protests and carries you bridal style up the mansion's steps and into the grand foyer. He doesn't set you down until they reach the large bedroom meant for them to share.

He kicks the door shut behind them before turning to face you, his expression unreadable. "We need to talk.”

"Talk what?" He runs a hand through his hair, looking suddenly exhausted. "About our marriage, our expectations, boundaries...and rules." He moves closer to you slowly, his tall frame looming over you. "First rule - no touching me like that in public unless we're alone." His gaze drops to your lips briefly.

"So no touching at all." You said crossing my arms. If he wants to keep it private then you won't let him touch you at all. You maybe soft but not weak.

Jungkook's eyes narrow at your crossed arms and defiant expression. He steps even closer, invading your personal space intentionally. "Did I say no touching at all?" His voice drops to a low, dangerous tone. "I said no public displays. Inside this house? Different rules."

Placing my index finger on his chest slightly pushing him back. "Rules will be same. Everywhere, everytime, for Everyone." Jungkook's eyes flash with surprise and something else as your finger presses against his chest. He captures your wrist suddenly, holding it firmly against his chest as he steps even closer, forcing you to take a step back until you hit the wall behind you. "Is that so?"

"Yes." You said wiggling into his hold. You thought you can love him but he is an ass. Jungkook's breath catches as you wiggle in his hold, feeling the firmness of your body against his. Despite himself, he leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. "And what if I want to touch you?"

His voice is barely a whisper, rough with desire.I looked into his eyes. "Then I'll touch you publicly."Jungkook's pupils dilate at your defiant response, his gaze flicking down to your lips before snapping back up to meet your eyes.

Without a word, he releases your wrist and takes a step back, creating much needed space between you two. "Fine," You smirk. Was it this easy? Good.

Jungkook's jaw clenches as he watches you smirk, clearly unamused by your victory. "You're playing a dangerous game, little mouse.” He warns darkly, beginning to unbutton his suit jacket. "You have no idea what you're getting into."I unzip my gown from back.

"I do want ask. What are you 'Fine.' with? No touching or anywhere touching?"Jungkook watches as you unzip your gown slowly, revealing smooth, unblemished skin. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing before answering gruffly, "Both. No touching publicly, no private touching either." He pauses, watching as you push the dress off your shoulders slightly.

Dress pools down your feet. "Ok...it'll be hard for you." You whispered last part before walking to bathroom. Jungkook stands there, frozen, as he watches you walk away in nothing but your underwear. His hands clench into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white as he struggles to maintain his composure. He hears your soft whisper echoing in his mind—"it'll be hard for you" You don't have your clothes here yet so you wore one of his shirt.

Now that you want to make him loose his control first. You’ll have to play tactics. Jungkook watches you emerge from the bathroom, his eyes immediately drawn to your figure in his shirt. It hangs loosely off your shoulders, the hem reaching mid-thigh. He can see the curve of your breasts through the thin fabric. His control starts to slip as he imagines pulling that shirt off you.

Walking to bed you sat at the edge before turning off lamp of your side and sliding inside quilt.The room is plunged into darkness except for the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Jungkook sits on his side of the bed, still fully clothed in his suit. He can hear your soft breathing from under the quilt. His hand reaches out involuntarily towards your side of the bed before he catches himself.

He watches your silhouette under the quilt for a moment longer before he decides to take off his jacket and shirt. He leaves his pants on, but the button is undone, showing the top of his boxers. He slides into bed next to you but keeps some distance between them. You felt him sliding into bed.

The room is plunged into darkness except for the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Jungkook sits on his side of the bed, still fully clothed in his suit. He can hear your soft breathing from under the quilt. His hand reaches out involuntarily towards your side of the bed before he catches himself.

You woke to find Jungkook getting ready for college. Jungkook is already dressed in his professional attire, buttoning up his crisp white shirt as he stands in front of the mirror. He glances over at you as you stir awake, his expression unreadable. "I have lectures today," He states simply, grabbing his suit jacket and tie.

"My lecture is not till 11 am. So I'll come later." You said getting up Jungkook nods, his eyes briefly flicking over your form as you get out of bed. He turns back to the mirror to adjust his tie, trying to keep his expression neutral. "Don't be late," he says coolly, before grabbing his briefcase and heading towards the door. "Of course professor."

The door closes behind him with a soft click, leaving you alone in the bedroom. You can still smell his cologne lingering in the air. As you start getting ready for your day, you can't help but think about the strange dynamic between you two—a married couple sharing a bed but barely touching or speaking intimately. "I can't believe I'm married to him." You smiled at the thought.

You got ready for college and wore yellow skirt with with tube top, a white denim jacket over the top. Styling with white sneakers. Jungkook arrives at the college earlier than usual, his professional demeanor masking any hint of his internal struggle from the morning encounter with you. As he's about to begin his first lecture, the classroom door opens and in walks you—looking utterly casual yet strikingly beautiful in that outfit.

His lecture suddenly feels more difficult to focus on as his eyes involuntarily drift to you sitting in the front row. The yellow skirt and white denim jacket contrast sharply with his stern academic environment. Students whisper amongst themselves, noticing his unusual distraction. He clears his throat abruptly,"Let's begin."

I was sitting on the last bench when an idea popped up. Hahaha. You are going to lose professor Jeon. Jungkook's lecture progresses, but his mind keeps wandering back to you sitting in the last bench. He finds himself unconsciously watching for your reactions, trying to gauge if you're paying attention or not. Little does he know, you've already started plotting something...

After lecture ended you walked to girls washroom where you removed my jacket and tube top with skirt...placing hands on my b*bs you clicked a pic. Wearing clothes back I walk back into classroom with sin in my phone.

Fortunately we have 2 lectures of Jungkook. The second lecture starts, and Jungkook is even more distracted than before. He can't shake off the feeling that something is off. As he writes on the board, he glances back at the classroom and his eyes land on you sitting there innocently—but he swears he saw you smiling to yourself mysteriously.

Picking your phone and opening Jungkook's chat you send him that pic. Before sitting back normally Jungkook is in the middle of explaining a complex theory when his phone vibrates with a message. He ignores it initially, but the persistent buzzing forces him to pause. He quickly checks his phone under the desk, and his eyes widen in shock as he sees the explicit photo you just sent.

Jungkook's heart races as he quickly locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket. He tries to maintain his composure, but the image of you in that provocative pose keeps flashing through his mind. His lecture becomes more mechanical, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

You bit your lips to stop from laughing at the shocked expression on his face. Throughout the lecture, Jungkook finds himself glancing at you every few minutes—his expression unreadable but definitely troubled. After the lecture ends, instead of dismissing the class immediately as he usually does, he lingers at the podium—waiting until everyone has left except for you.

You quickly put your stuff back and sprint out with others. You don't want to caught alone with Devil, especially after the stunt you pulled. Leaving the other classes you walk to your car and decided to go back home. He won't be home till evening so he'll eventually forget.

Jungkook watches as you leave the classroom with the others, his jaw clenched in frustration. He knows he can't chase after you in front of everyone, especially not at the college. As the classroom empties out, he finally releases a deep sigh, his mind racing with thoughts of the suggestive photo.

He finds himself smiling unconsciously at your boldness—no wonder you weren't scared of his icy attitude. His mind keeps replaying the photo—your round breasts spilling over your hands, those pink lips bitten... He adjusts his pants unconsciously, suppressing his growing desire. As the day passes, Jungkook tries to focus on his work, but the photo keeps lingering in his mind. He finds himself looking forward to coming home early—something he rarely does.

By the time he reaches home, it's only 4 pm, and you're not back yet. "Damn it," He mutters softly, unbuttoning his shirt collar. He knows you have your own freedom—no fixed timings like him. He goes to the kitchen, gets himself water, then throws the shirt on the bed. He freezes suddenly as he realizes something—"She doesn't know I'm back early." A wicked smile spreads across his face. "Perfect." He thinks.

He showers quickly, changes into casual clothes, and waits patiently in the living room. He's determined to catch you off guard, to see your reaction when you realize he's home early. You had to stop by at your friend's due to some work. You got back home around 5 pm. As you opened the door you saw jungkook sitting on the couch of living room. You turned on your heels to leave back.

Before you can even turn around completely, Jungkook is suddenly behind you, his hand on the door frame blocking your exit. His other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He is shirtless, in just black sweatpants-his usual post shower attire. “Going somewhere?”

"N-no. Why would I? I was just checking weather?"

"Checking weather?" He repeats, his voice calm but with a hint of amusement. His face nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your perfume mixed with your natural scent. "At 5 pm? You're usually back later." His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your eyes closes. "Yeah..." goosebumps raising your arms.

He feels your body relax against his, and it sends a surge of satisfaction through him. "Where were you?" He asks softly, his lips brushing against your ear. He knows he's being possessive, but he can't help it—especially after seeing that photo.

"Friend's" you whispered.

"Friend's," He echoes, his voice neutral. But his arms tighten possessively around your waist. "Any boys there?" He asks casually, but his heart pounds in his chest, waiting for your response. He's never cared about this before, but now, after that photo...

You nodded before turning around to face him

As you turn to face him, Jungkook's eyes flash with something intense—jealousy, possessiveness, anger. Before you can even react, he captures your lips in a sudden, rough kiss. His hands move to tangle in your hair as he pushes you back against the door.

"Umm."..you moan and break the kiss. "You said no touching"

"I did," He mutters, pulling away. His eyes drop to take in your body—your breasts heaving from the quick kiss, your full lips swollen. He remembers his question and grows darker. "Answer my question, Baby." His voice drops an octave—dangerously soft.

"Professor" I said whispering taking step forward

His eyes narrow at your whisper—he loves how you call him Professor. He takes a step forward too, matching your pace until you're pressed against the wall again. His hands rest on either side of your head—caging you in. "Answer," He growls softly.

"What? "

"Were there any..." He says through clenched teeth, fighting to keep his voice civil. "Boys. At your friend's place." His jaw tenses as he forces himself not to lose control. "Just answer the fucking question." His hand moves to trace your jawline.

"Yes. There was her boyfriend." I nodded. "Can you tell me now if I can touch you. Anywhere?" I said

His eyes snap to yours, blazing with possession and something else—desire. He swallows hard, his hand still on your jaw. "Yes," He breathes out, his voice hoarse. "You can touch me anywhere you want, baby." He challenges, daring you to actually do it.

You smiled. Placing your hand on his chest you pushed him into couch of living room before removing you bag and tying your hair into a ponytail.

He watches you intently—your small hands pushing him easily onto the couch. He sees you remove your bag, your hair tie appearing magically between those full lips before you pull your hair up into a high ponytail. God, she's beautiful.

"Just sit." You said before kneeling down in front of him. Holding eye contact.

He sits there, frozen. His eyes never leaving yours as you kneel down in front of him. His heart pounds in his chest as he waits to see what you'll do next. He feels his sweatpants tightening around his crotch as his arousal grows, just from watching you. Fuck.

Tracing your fingers on his thighs...moving them to his sweatpants band. Hooking your fingers..."Take it off"

His breath hitches as you trace your fingers along his thighs, moving dangerously close to his growing erection. He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving yours as he lifts his hips slightly to push down his sweatpants. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing.

"I'm hungry and your cock is what I need in my mouth right now." You said licking your lips. His eyes widening at your filthy words.

"Are you comfortable?" You ask him genuinely for his consent.

He sees the genuine question in your eyes. You're not like other girls—you ask for consent. He swallows hard again, finding it incredibly sexy. "Yes," He answers softly. "Baby, you can touch anywhere you want." He spreads his legs wider unconsciously.

You licked your lips, fingertips brushing along the base. “Already hard for me?” You whispered, wrapping your hand around him. “Fuck, you really are easy, huh?”

Grabbing his shaft in my hands. He groans at your touch—your small hand wrapping around his thick shaft feels incredible. His head falls back against the couch cushions as he tries not to lose control too soon—he wants this moment stretched out forever. Your thumb rubs over his tip—spreading pre-cum around it.

"Say...how you want me to suck your Dick."

His breath catches in his throat at your bold words. Fuck, this girl is perfect. "Slow," He groans out. "Start slow, baby. Take just the tip at first. Use your tongue, wrap it around the head. Then take it deeper, inch by inch." You followed his instructions...tasting his sweet release.

Flattening your tongue over his tip, swirling around it. He hissed, one hand gripping the couch cushioHer mouth wrapped around him, lips sliding down inch by inch—slow, sinful, deep. He threw his head back with a guttural moan.

He watches through half-lidded eyes as you obey perfectly—taking just the tip into your mouth first. Your warm tongue swirls around it before slowly taking more inside. Goddamn she's good at this already... His hips buck slightly as you take him deeper than expected on your first try. "Baby..."

Pulling up you spit on him..."You are such a filthy professor...letting your student suck your dick." you said kissing his cock's tip before taking his back into your mouth

His mind goes blank at your dirty words and the feeling of your spit mixing with his precome on his sensitive head. You kissing it before taking him back in is too much—I'm gonna come if you keep talking like that and sucking him like that. "Fuck..." He grabs your hair gently,"Stop..."

"Umm" you groaned into his thick cock. "Fucking hell," he groans, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as you moan around his cock. The vibrations send shockwaves through his body. He knows he won't last much longer if you keep this up. "Baby...stop or I'm gonna come in your mouth."

You nod letting him know that it's ok. Your eyes looking at him. He watches your eyes, filled with innocence yet doing the filthiest thing imaginable. It's his undoing—he bursts suddenly, flooding your mouth with his warm release. You swallow instinctively without being asked—his eyes roll back in pleasure at the feeling of your throat working around him.

You moaned, your moan sends a final shiver down his spine as he finishes coming down from his intense orgasm. He looks down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with each breath. You look so fucking sexy with his cock still in your mouth, swallowing every last drop.

Swallowing every drop...you pull back and look at him. "Did I do good professor?"

He says, his voice still husky from his orgasm. He watches as you lick your lips, making sure to catch any stray drops of him. His cock twitches slightly at the sight, already starting to harden again. "Very good." He praises, his eyes finally regaining some focus.