SMUT STORIES ~ {KOOKV}
Teacher X student: 1
The gym smelled of sweat and worn rubber as Jungkook dribbled the ball, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.
He was used to the monotony of practice—the same drills, the same teammates, the same complaints—but today, a rumor floated through the locker room like a spark.
ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ-1
"New substitute teacher in class, He’s… different. You’ll see."
one of the juniors whispered, barely audible.
Kook scoffed, tossing the ball up and catching it casually.
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]
"Pfft— Different how? Boring? Strict? You know how this goes."
He smirked, confident in his predictable world.
But curiosity, the one thing Kook rarely admitted, gnawed at him. The idea of someone new—someone who could actually challenge his intelligence or personality—was foreign.
Most teachers didn’t bother with him; they let him coast as the basketball captain, expecting obedience or quiet disdain.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of lectures and yawns
Kook lounged in the back, arms crossed, half-listening while the substitute teacher’s name floated through his mind.
Something about the way his teammates whispered, almost reverently, made Kook pause.
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]
"Different, huh?"
He murmured to himself, dribbling an imaginary basketball in the air. His brow furrowed slightly—not out of concern, but interest.
He shook his head, trying to dismiss it. He had a game tomorrow, strategy to focus on, drills to perfect. There was no time for distractions… yet.
The day ended, and Kook left the classroom as usual, his mind only half on the upcoming practice.
But in the back of his mind lingered a single thought: Maybe this substitute isn’t as boring as I expect.
And somewhere in the halls, unnoticed, a quiet tension began to coil—something neither of them could predict yet..
BALD GUKK
Yo potatoes- ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Teacher X student: 2
Something neither of them could predict was how easily a single presence could shift the atmosphere of the classroom.
The next morning, Jungkook strolled into class, hoodie half-zipped, bag lazily slung over his shoulder. He was used to heads turning when he entered—not because of grades, but because he was Jeon Jungkook: basketball captain, cocky, the guy who didn’t even need to try to draw attention.
But today… no one even glanced his way.
Instead, every eye in the room was fixed on the figure standing at the front of the class.
For a moment, Jungkook thought he’d walked into the wrong lecture hall. The person standing there wasn’t the usual dull, middle-aged substitute he’d braced himself for. No. This—this was something else.
Tall, elegant posture. Silken hair that framed a face too soft yet too sharp at the same time. Lips that looked—Jungkook blinked—far too kissable for a teacher. And the outfit… formal, sure, but it clung just right in places it shouldn’t.
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]
"Who the hell…?"
One of the girls leaned over, whispering behind her notebook with a giggle.
ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ-2
“That’s the new teacher. Heard he’s filling in for the semester.”
Jungkook scoffed under his breath, but his gaze refused to leave the stranger. Sexy wasn’t even the right word.
The teacher looked like someone ripped straight from his filthiest daydream—a mix of authority and allure, the kind of MILF-like beauty that made students sit up straighter without even realizing it.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)
*writing on the board*
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]
“Damn,”
Jungkook muttered, slouching in his chair as if hiding the way his pulse had picked up. This is trouble.
Even the simple act of adjusting their glasses had his thoughts slipping into dangerous territory
The class droned on, but Kook barely caught a single word. He watched the way the teacher’s fingers traced over the textbook, the way they tilted their head while explaining something complicated, making it look effortless.
And for the first time in a long time, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t bored.
By the time the bell rang, he was chewing at the inside of his cheek, conflicted. The team captain, usually full of swagger, left the classroom with an unfamiliar weight pressing at his chest.
Even the simple act of adjusting their glasses had his thoughts slipping into dangerous territory
Who was this person who managed to flip his world upside down without even sparing him a direct glance?
Interest. Craving. Curiosity.
Jungkook shoved his hands in his pockets, smirking to himself as he muttered,
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]
“Guess this semester won’t be boring after all.” *smirk*
Teacher X student: 3
Practice was routine, but class? Class was suddenly his new favorite game.
The new teacher as Taehyung—his new distraction—sat up front, elegant and oblivious to the way Jungkook’s eyes devoured every movement.
If Tae was going to pretend not to notice him, Jungkook would make him notice.
He stretched lazily in his seat, long legs spreading wide under the desk—territorial, almost indecent if anyone paid enough attention. His hand casually adjusted his sweats a little too slowly, as if he didn’t care who saw the outline beneath.
When taehyung asked the class to open their books, Jungkook leaned back, flipping pages with one hand while his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. He chewed it thoughtfully, eyes locked on the board, but his mind entirely elsewhere.
Then came the pen trick—dropping it on the floor, leaning down low, dragging his body up in a way that flexed every muscle under his thin shirt. He caught a few girls staring, but he didn’t care. His eyes flicked up, sharp and hungry, just to see if the teacher’s gaze had slipped for even a second.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)
*ears tinted red, but didn't turn around*
And when he answered a question, he made his voice drop low, smooth, like a purr.
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ [CAPTAIN]
“Yes.., miss”
He said, deliberately slow, tasting the title. Watching, waiting.
Taehyung had taught difficult students before. He’d dealt with chatterboxes, rebels, kids who didn’t care. But this—this captain in the back of the room—was something else.
He was too aware of him. The stretch of his arms, the careless sprawl of his thighs, the way his hoodie dipped just enough to show the cut of his collarbone. Every little gesture screamed cocky, but Taehyung swore—swore—it was deliberate.
Especially the way Jungkook said 'miss'
It made his stomach tighten.
He straightened his papers, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his expression composed.
He was a teacher. A professional. He could not let his eyes linger—except they did, catching glimpses in between notes, betrayed by the traitorous heat crawling up his neck
Taehyung forced himself to look away, but his heart was beating far too quickly for someone who was supposed to be in control.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)
'i swear this boy will ruin my career..'
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ(Teacher)
'This student is dangerous' *thought, pressing lips together*
But when Jungkook smirked from the back—just a small, cocky curve of lips—Taehyung’s pulse skipped in a way that made his breath catch.
BALD GUKK
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