The Professor's Dirty Little Secret [JJK]

Sat, 17 Jan 2026 18:04:42 +0000

I am the woman who never breaks.

He is the boy who lives to shatter things.
​At thirty-two, my life is a masterpiece of control. I have a prestigious chair at the university, a cold reputation that keeps the world at bay, and a diamond on my finger from a man who represents everything "right." My fiancé sits in the office next to mine—stable, respected, and safe.

​Then there’s Jeon Jungkook.

​He’s twenty-one, unemployed, aspiring boxer, and fueled by a cocky entitlement from his father that makes my blood boil.

He’s a player with a silver tongue and a filter that doesn't exist. He doesn’t want my lectures. He doesn’t want a degree.

He wants to see the "Ice Queen" melt, and he’s spent the entire semester turning my classroom into his personal playground of provocation.

​I swore I would break his arrogance. I promised myself I’d be the one to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.

​But I was wrong.

​I thought I hated him. I thought his pranks were just childish games. But as he pins me against my mahogany desk—while my fiancé’s voice echoes through the thin office wall—I realize Jungkook isn't a boy at all. He’s a predator.

And here I am, blindfolded by his tie, bent over my desk, warm chocolate drizzling down my spine to my ass as he licks it clean, spanking me everytime he thursts into me, I realise :

​In his arms, hate feels exactly like ecstasy.

I wear anklets with his initials on it.

He wears a bracelet of my bra strap on my right hand proudly.

He can't kiss my lips without rubbing my princess parts because he says, “Why should my horizontal lips get all the pleasure when my vertical lips deserve them too.”

And he walks down the kitchen wearing nothing but my oversized hoodie — which fits him fully — legs open, hands at his back and a proud display of his manhood on my kitchen counter as he serves himself to me.

And I wonder — how did my life went from hating this prankster to salivating oceans at the sight of his nudeness.

Is he just my phase that has come to destroy my life? Or is he the taste of heaven I'm supposed to be having?