Taekook Only SM*T Book
My Sweet Wife Deserves Punishment~
𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
Taehyung knew he’d been bad the moment Jungkook walked through the door.
He’d spent the entire day lounging around their apartment in nothing but Jungkook’s oversized white button-up shirt..
The one that barely reached mid-thigh and a pair of lacy black pänties Jungkook had bought him as a “j**e” months ago.
He’d sent teasing photos all afternoon:
One of him bent over the kitchen counter~ shirt riding up to show the curve of his ass;
Another of him on their bed~ legs spread just enough to reveal the lace stretched tight over his half-hard Cöçk..
Jungkook’s replies had started playful—
Jungkook
💬 baby you’re killing me
But by the last photo~ they’d turned dark:
Jungkook
💬 Wait until I get home~ sweetheart. You’re in so much trouble.
Now Jungkook stood in the bedroom doorway~ suit jacket discarded~ sleeves rolled up to his elbows~ veins prominent on his forearms.
His eyes raked over Taehyung~
Who was perched innocently on the edge of the bed~
Knees pressed together~ biting his plush lower lip.
Taehyung tried~ voice soft and sugary.
He loosened his tie slowly~ never breaking eye contact.
Taehyung obeyed instantly~
The shirt falling just low enough to hide the panties—but not for long.
Jungkook stepped closer~ towering over him~ and gripped Taehyung’s chin.
Jungkook
My sweet little wife thinks it’s cute to tease me all day while I’m in meetings~??
His thumb brushed over Taehyung’s lip~ smearing the gloss he’d applied just for this.
Jungkook
Sending me pictures of this pretty bòdy that belongs to me~?? Making me hârd under the table like some desperate teenager~??
Taehyung whimpered~ already sinking into that soft~ needy space.
Taehyung
I missed you… wanted your attention.
Jungkook’s voice dropped.
Taehyung’s breath hitched~
But he draped himself obediently across Jungkook’s thīghs as his husband sat on the bed.
The shirt rode up immediately~ exposing the lace panties stretched over his round a$$...
Jungkook hummed approvingly~ palming one cheek.
Jungkook
Look at you. Dressing up like a needy little kitten. You know what happens to brats who distract their husbands~ don’t you~??
The first spānk landed sharp and loud.
Taehyung gasped~ fingers clutching Jungkook’s slacks.
Taehyung
Yes—ah—punish me~ please.
Jungkook alternated cheeks~ watching them bloom pink under the lace~ until Taehyung was squirming~ Cöçk leaking into the panties~ soft cries spilling from his lips.
Jungkook
Such a pretty ass~
Jungkook murmured~ soothing the sting with a gentle rub before delivering three quick~ stinging slaps.
Jungkook
All mine to mark up when you misbehave.
Taehyung was sobbing now~ but his hips rolled back greedily for more.
Taehyung
I’m sorry~ hubby—promise I’ll be good_
Jungkook hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked the panties down to Taehyung’s thighs.
He spread him open~ thumb circling his already slick~ twitching hõle.
Jungkook
Look how wet you are. You love your punishment~ don’t you~ baby~??
Taehyung nodded frantically~ face buried in the sheets.
Jungkook freed his Cöçk—thi*k~ heavy~ dripping—and slicked it with lūbe before pressing the head against Taehyung’s entrance.
No warning. He pushed in with one slow~ relentless thrùst~ groaning at the tight heat swallowing him whole.
Taehyung screamed into the mattress~ back arching beautifully.
Jungkook growled~ pulling out only to slam back in.
Jungkook
Take your punishment like a good wife.
He set a brutal pace—deep~ punishing strokes that jolted Taehyung forward with every snap of his hips.
One hand fisted in Taehyung’s hair~ yanking his head back;
The other gripped his hip hard enough to bruise.
Jungkook
Who does this høle belong to~??
Jungkook demanded between thrüsts.
Taehyung
You—only you—hubby~ please—
Taehyung
Jungkook! It’s yours—your wife’s h*!€ is yours—fuck—please let me come—
Jungkook reached around~ wrapping a firm hand around Taehyung’s leaking Cöçk~ stroking in time with his thrußts.
Jungkook
Come then~ sweetheart. Show me how much you love being disciplined.
Taehyung shattered with a broken cry~ spilling over Jungkook’s fingers~ walls clenching rhythmically.
The sight—his beautiful wife trembling~ stuffed full and marked—sent Jungkook over the edge.
He buried himself dēep and came with a low gr*an~ fl*oding Taehyung until it leaked down his thighs..
They stayed like that for a moment~ panting.
Then Jungkook gently pulled out~ gathering Taehyung into his arms~ pressing soft kisses to his tear-streaked cheeks.
He whispered~ rubbing soothing circles on his back.
Taehyung nuzzled into his neck~ voice small and sated.
Jungkook smiled against his hair.
Jungkook
Love you more. But next time you tease me at work… the punishment will be worse.
Taehyung shivered—and grinned.
My Secretary is My Wife~
The office buzzed with the usual afternoon hum~ but Jungkook’s focus was razor-sharp on one thing:
His secretary—his wife—jeon Taehyung.
Taehyung sat at his desk just outside Jungkook’s glass-walled CEO office~
Looking effortlessly stunning in a fitted white shirt and slim black slacks that hugged his hips perfectly.
His deep voice carried softly as he explained something to a junior employee who’d approached his desk—
A young guy from marketing~ smiling too wide~ leaning in too close.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened from behind his desk.
The employee laughed at something Taehyung said~ reached out casually~
And let his hand rest on Taehyung’s forearm for a split second too long.
Taehyung didn’t pull away immediately—he just smiled that boxy~ innocent smile that drove Jungkook insane.
Jungkook’s vision went red.
He stood up so fast his chair rolled back and slammed into the wall. Papers scattered.
He stormed out of his office~ the door banging open.
The young marketer straightened in panic~ hand dropping like he’d been burned.
Jungkook barked at Taehyung~ voice low and lethal.
His dark eyes promised violence.
Taehyung blinked~ sensing the storm immediately.
The marketer tried to stammer an apology~ but Jungkook didn’t even glance at him.
He grabbed Taehyung’s wrist—not roughly~ never with him—and pulled him into the office~ slamming the door shut and locking it.
Everyone knew that. No one would hear what came next.
As soon as the lock clicked~ Jungkook lost it.
He swept everything off his desk in one furious motion—
Files~ pens~ a glass paperweight that shattered against the floor.
His breathing was heavy~ fists clenched.
JUNGKOOK
That little fucker touched you~
He growled~ backing Taehyung against the desk.
JUNGKOOK
Laughed with you. Like he has any right.
Taehyung’s eyes softened immediately.
He reached up~ cupping Jungkook’s tense jaw.
TAEHYUNG
Kookie… baby~ it was nothing. He just_
Jungkook cut him off~ voice shaking with barely contained rage.
JUNGKOOK
Don’t defend him. You’re mine. My wife. My secretary. My everything.
Taehyung’s breath hitched at the raw possessiveness.
He knew this side of Jungkook—the one with anger issues that scared everyone else—but never him.
Only Taehyung could calm the storm.
Taehyung whispered~ fingers threading through Jungkook’s hair.
TAEHYUNG
I’m only yours. Always.
But Jungkook wasn’t ready to be calmed yet.
He crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss~
All teeth and dominance~ hands gripping Taehyung’s waist hard enough to leave marks.
He lifted him easily onto the desk~ spreading his thi*hs wide.
JUNGKOOK
Gonna remind you~
Jungkook muttered against his neck~ biting down possessively.
JUNGKOOK
Remind everyone who you belong to.
He yanked Taehyung’s shirt open—buttons flying—and sucked dark marks across his collarbones~ his chest.
Taehyung whimpered~ head falling back~ already melting.
Jungkook didn’t bother with gentleness today.
He undid Taehyung’s slacks~ pulling them down just enough to expose those pretty lacy panties he’d made his wife wear under his work clothes.
Black today. Jungkook’s favorite.
He growled~ palming Taehyung’s already l*****g p***y through the lace.
JUNGKOOK
My perfect ᑬᙈຮຮẙ boy. So wet for me already.
Taehyung moaned~ hips bucking.
TAEHYUNG
Only for you—Jungkook~ please—
Jungkook freed his own ᏨṎᏨḳ—long~ thick~ v*iny~ and painfully hard.
He didn’t prep Taehyung much—just slick fingers pushing the panties aside and two quick тℏԻüṧтṧ inside to open him up.
Taehyung cried out~ nails digging into Jungkook’s shoulders.
Then Jungkook slåmmed in.
One brutal thr*st~ buried to the hilt in that tight~ greedy heat.
Taehyung screamed~ back arching off the desk.
The soundproof walls swallowed it whole.
Jungkook didn’t hold back.
He f*cked into Taehyung like he wanted to brand him from the inside—deep~ punishing strokes that hit his pr∅state relentlessly.
The desk shook. Papers crunched beneath them..
Jungkook snarled with every thrüst.
JUNGKOOK
This ᑬᙈຮຮẙ is mine. You laugh for me. You m⁰an for me. You come for me. Only me.
Taehyung was a mess—tears streaming~ mouth open in constant mo*ns~ legs wrapped desperately around Jungkook’s waist.
TAEHYUNG
Yes—yours—daddy~ please—your wife—your ᑬᙈຮຮẙ —ah!
Jungkook gripped his thighs harder~ spreading him wider~ pounding deeper.
His long ᏨṎᏨḳ dragged against every sensitive spot inside Taehyung~ stretching him obscenely.
Loved being claimed like this.
But today Jungkook was too far gone—too jealous~ too possessive.
Just took and took until Taehyung was sobbing from overstimulation~ blinking rapidly~ body trembling.
TAEHYUNG
J-Jungkook—too much~can’t—
Jungkook growled~ thumb pressing into Taehyung’s lower lip.
JUNGKOOK
You take everything I give you. Because you’re mine.
He reached down~ with his тℏԻüṧтṧ. Taehyung came with a broken wail~ clenching so tight around Jungkook’s ᏨṎᏨḳ that it hurt in the best way..
Jungkook followed seconds later~ burying himself deep and spilling hot inside his wife~ marking him completely.
Only then did the anger fade.
Jungkook pulled out gently~ gathering Taehyung into his arms as he slid to the floor with him.
He kissed away the tears~ murmuring soft praises.
JUNGKOOK
My good boy… my beautiful wife… I’m sorry I lost it. I just—can’t stand anyone else near you.
Taehyung nuzzled into his neck~ still trembling.
TAEHYUNG
I know. I love it. Love when you’re like this… even when it’s too much. Because it means you love me.
Jungkook held him tighter.
JUNGKOOK
More than anything.
After a few minutes~ he cleaned Taehyung up with tissues from the drawer~ fixed his clothes~ and kissed his forehead.
JUNGKOOK
No one touches you again~
Jungkook smirked~ possessive glint back in his eyes.
In Love With My Professor Boyfriend~
𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
The lecture hall was packed~ but Jeon Jungkook commanded it effortlessly—cold~ strict~ untouchable.
His sharp eyes scanned the room over the rim of his glasses~
Voice deep and authoritative as he explained cellular respiration.
No one dared disrupt Professor Jeon.
Kim Taehyung sat in the third row~ legs crossed~
Uniform shirt unbuttoned just one button too many~ tie loose in that deliberately careless way.
He was the definition of trouble—stunningly beautiful~ bratty~ and fully aware of the power he held.
Especially over his secret boyfriend.
Jungkook had tried to keep it professional.
He really had. But Taehyung made it impossible.
Earlier that morning~ Jungkook had graded the midterms.
Everyone passed biology… except one name.
Kim Taehyung: 18/100. Failed.
In every other subject—literature~ art history~ mathematics—Taehyung had aced them. Perfect scores.
But biology~?? The class Jungkook taught~?? A deliberate~ bratty fail.
Jungkook knew exactly what it meant:
Now~ midway through the lecture~ Taehyung locked eyes with him.
Jungkook was writing on the board when he felt it—that heavy~ teasing gaze.
He turned slightly~ and Taehyung smirked.
Slowly~ deliberately~ Taehyung winked.
Then he bit his plump lower lip~ dragging his teeth across it while holding Jungkook’s stare.
His tongue peeked out just a fraction~ wetting the spot he’d bitten.
Jungkook’s marker paused mid-sentence.
Heat shot straight to his groin.
He adjusted his stance behind the podium~ thankful for the cover~ because his cσcҡ was already hardening—
Thick and insistent against his slacks.
Taehyung knew. Of course he knew.
The little brat’s eyes dropped to Jungkook’s crotch for a split second before flicking back up~ innocent as ever..
Jungkook cleared his throat~ voice tighter than usual.
Professor JEON
Mr. Kim~ is there something you’d like to share with the class~??
Taehyung leaned back~ tilting his head with that deep~ husky voice everyone secretly swooned over.
TAEHYUNG
No~ Professor Jeon. Just… really fascinated by today’s topic.
A few students snickered. Jungkook’s jaw clenched.
Professor JEON
See me after class~
He said coldly~ turning back to the board.
But inside~ he was burning.
The moment the bell rang and the room emptied~ Jungkook locked the door and pulled the blinds.
Taehyung stayed seated~ swinging his legs playfully.
Jungkook stalked toward him~ towering~ dangerous.
Professor JEON
You failed my test on purpose.
Taehyung pouted~ standing up slowly and stepping into Jungkook’s space.
TAEHYUNG
Maybe I needed… extra credit.
Jungkook grabbed his chin~ forcing those pretty eyes up.
Professor JEON
You think this is a game~?? Winking at me in front of everyone~?? Biting your lip like a desperate little slüt while I’m teaching~??
Taehyung’s breath hitched~ but his smirk didn’t fade.
TAEHYUNG
You got hard~ didn’t you~ hyung~??
Jungkook growled low in his throat.
Taehyung repeated mockingly~ pressing closer until their bodies touched.
TAEHYUNG
You got hard watching your naughty student tease you.
TAEHYUNG
Bet you wanted to bend me over the desk right there.
He spun Taehyung around and pushed him face-down onto the nearest desk~ yanking his hips back.
Taehyung gasped~ but arched eagerly.
Professor JEON
You want attention so badly~??
Jungkook hissed~ grinding his still-hard cσcҡ against Taehyung’s ass through their clothes.
Professor JEON
You’ll get it.
He undid Taehyung’s belt and slacks in seconds~ pulling them down just enough to expose that perfect~ round ass—
No underwear~ because of course the brat planned this.
Jungkook palmed him roughly~ spreading him open.
Professor JEON
Look at you. Walking around campus with nothing under your uniform. My pretty little whore.
Taehyung möaned~ pushing back.
TAEHYUNG
Only for you~ Professor.
Jungkook freed his cσcҡ—long~ thick~ already leaking—and slicked it quickly with lube from his locked drawer (they’d done this before).
He didn’t prep Taehyung much—just one finger~ then two~ scissoring roughly until Taehyung was whimpering.
One deep~ brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt.
Taehyung cried out~ hands scrambling for purchase on the desk as Jungkook started ƑƲƇƘing him hard—cold dominance cracking into raw possession.
Professor JEON
This what you wanted~??
Jungkook grunted~ snapping his hips forward relentlessly.
Professor JEON
To be ƑƲƇƘed like a brat in my classroom~??
TAEHYUNG
Yes—yes—Professor~ harder—
Jungkook gripped his hair~ pulling his head back.
Professor JEON
You fail my class again~ and I’ll edge you for hours. No coming. Understand~??
Taehyung sobbed~ walls clenching around Jungkook’s cσcҡ.
TAEHYUNG
I’ll study—promise—just don’t stop—
Jungkook reached around~ stroking Taehyung in time with his тℏԻüṧтṧ until the younger came with a muffled scream~
Jungkook followed seconds later~ filling him deep~ marking him inside.
They stayed like that for a moment—Jungkook’s cold facade gone~ replaced with soft kisses to Taehyung’s neck.
Professor JEON
You’re impossible~
He murmured against sweat-damp skin. Taehyung smiled lazily.
Jungkook pulled out gently~ cleaning him up with tissues before fixing their clothes.
Professor JEON
Retake the test tomorrow~
He said sternly~ adjusting Taehyung’s tie.
Professor JEON
And this time~ pass.
Taehyung grinned~ stealing a quick kiss.
TAEHYUNG
Only if you tutor me… personally.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened again..
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