Chapter 13 || "Professor Kim: A victim. A Survivor. A Saint." || BOOK 2 OF PHOENIX IN HIS ARMS.

 

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, every nerve in his body alive with anticipation and anxiety. The room was dimly lit, golden evening light spilling through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor.

His heart thudded in his chest like a drum as Taehyung settled into the sofa with an air of quiet authority, legs crossed, shirt still half unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and that ever-dangerous glint in his eyes.

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t have to be.

“Come here,” Taehyung said, voice calm but commanding.

Jungkook rose on instinct, his bare feet barely making a sound against the floor. He made his way to Taehyung slowly, hesitating only slightly before Taehyung’s hands found his waist and pulled him down—firmly but gently—onto his lap.

The air between them thickened.

Taehyung’s fingers slipped under Jungkook’s shirt, palms warm as they roamed over his stomach, trailing up the faint lines of his abs and gliding over the sensitive skin at his sides.

He didn’t rush. No, he teased—deliberate and unhurried—stroking Jungkook’s waist in ways that made his body tremble and mind scatter like leaves in the wind.

“Hyung…” Jungkook whimpered softly, gripping the edge of Taehyung’s shirt, “D-Don’t. I… I can’t hold it if you keep—ah!”

Taehyung smirked against his neck. He could see that Jungkook just lost it for a second, and the wet patch in Jungkook’s pants was enough proof for it. He will divert his eyes and will speak in a dark and smooth voice. “You’re not supposed to give in so easily, baby.”

Jungkook squirmed on his lap, struggling to keep his composure. “Hyungie, p-please…”

Taehyung’s lips curved into a smirk, but he said nothing. His fingers continued their sensual exploration—up the center of Jungkook’s chest, then back down in feather-light trails. Every stroke made Jungkook squirm harder, the tension growing unbearable.

“Control it, baby,” Taehyung finally spoke, his voice low and steady. “You’re strong, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m trying,” Jungkook gasped, his voice tight with restraint.

“Good,” Taehyung murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s temple, hands sensually roaming on his stomach, massaging his abs softly. “Because if you break too soon… the punishment will be much more difficult.”

Jungkook whimpered, gripping onto Taehyung’s shirt like a lifeline.

“Hyung… d-don’t…” he whispered, voice shaky.

“But you’re so sensitive today.” Taehyung’s breath grazed the shell of his ear. “That’s what happens when someone breaks the rules.”

“I–I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know the drink was alcoholic—”

“Still drank it, didn’t you?” Taehyung’s hand tightened slightly on his waist. “And now you’re here, on my lap, desperate and adorable.”

Jungkook whined quietly, burying his face in Taehyung’s neck. It was warm, comforting—but also dangerous. He knew that scent, that tone, that patience Taehyung had right before he made Jungkook forget his own name.

“I had warned you,” Taehyung continued, voice low, “that you will get a hard punishment if you get drunk in a club in my absence.”

Jungkook nodded, barely managing a soft “Yes, Hyung.”

“You not only decided to get fully drunk in my absence, but you also ditched your bodyguard, who was secretly following you on my orders.”

Taehyung lifted him effortlessly, carrying him bridal-style back to the bed. He laid him down like he was precious glass, but the glint in his eyes said otherwise. It was the calm before the storm.

“Comfortable?” Taehyung asked, brushing the hair from Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook nodded again, voice trembling but filled with trust. “Yes…”

“You know how dangerous it is for you to not be in your senses in public, don’t you? Do you know that you were surrounded by a lot of drunk people, and one was even trying to touch you at every chance he got.”  

“If not for an old friend of mine who reorganized you and brought you back safely, you could have been in a situation that I don’t even want to think about. You are mine, Jungkook. Only mine.”

Taehyung leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his eyes, which were a bit teary, and then his cheeks, which were all pink and cute like cherries, and at the end a peak on his lips, those soft and juicy petals with a mole under it enhancing his beauty.

“You did wrong and risked yourself like that. Even though drinking it wasn’t your choice, but ditching your bodyguard and going there without informing me or mom and dad was your choice, so you should get punished for it. You are such a brat. Only punishments can stop you from repeating the same mistake.”

“Remember,” he whispered, cupping Jungkook’s cheek, “you can stop me anytime. Just say the word. You are everything to me, and I love you more than anything.”

Jungkook looked into his eyes, heart thudding, but full of affection and guilt. “I won’t. I trust you. I love you.”

Taehyung smiled gently—only for a second—before it was replaced with the look of a man ready to deliver punishment and pleasure in equal measure. “Then let the punishment begin.”

The next second, Taehyung’s hand slid upward and pressed flat against Jungkook’s back, pulling him in — their faces barely inches apart. Jungkook’s lashes fluttered shut.

Then came the kiss.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was claiming.

Taehyung’s lips found his with heat, with pressure, with a hunger that stole Jungkook’s breath. One hand tilted Jungkook’s chin just so — guiding, controlling — while the other gripped his waist tight enough to brand it.

The kiss was punishing in its depth, in its refusal to allow retreat. But laced beneath the domination was something tender, something sacred.

It said: You are mine. I missed you. You made me worry. And still — I want all of you.

“mmm…..hm…..” Jungkook moaned into his mouth, fingers clutching at Taehyung’s shirt as if he were drowning and Taehyung was the only thing keeping him afloat.

When they finally pulled apart, Jungkook was dazed — lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

Taehyung’s breathing was rough, but he didn’t waste a second. From around Jungkook’s body, he slipped off his clothes, leaving him in his naked glory.

“Up,” he said simply.

“W-What—?” not waiting for Jungkook to understand, Taehyung picked a pillow and placed it under his hips and that position made Jungkook’s hard dick to stand higher and prouder. Jungkook was embarrassed to see that, but Taehyung smirked and softly brushed his fingers over the hard and glossy tip, drawing a moan from Jungkook’s lips.

“ahh...h-Hyung?” Jungkook lost his composure for a second because of the pleasure and sensitivity. Soon like a fountain his pee started to flow from his proudly stood dick, just over Jungkook’s stomach and before Jungkook could understand, Taehyung pinched the tip of his cock blocking the flow and said in his deep voice, "stop it Jungkook if don’t want it to go worse," his dark eyes still fixed on his cock.

After so much struggle, Jungkook managed to stop himself somehow, with a face redder than a tomato and embarrassment filled in his eyes. He was so embarrassed to say anything. He just peed while lying necked on the bed. In front of his Hyung.

Over himself. Some of his pee is on his Hyungie as well. And his Hyungie just pinched the tip of his dick to stop him from peeing more. Oh god!!! Can he be any more embarrassed?

“H-Hyung?” Jungkook whispered. But Taehyung was smirking. Was he not disgusted because of what just happened? How can he be? He was the one who planned it after all.

Taehyung left Jungkook’s cock after making sure that Jungkook had controlled it now and walked towards the tie he had discarded on the bed after returning from university.

Taehyung started to wrap the tie over Jungkook’s wet and still hard cock and tied it there like a ribbon but with a bit strong grip. And even after all the embarrassment, Jungkook lost his mind and started to admire his hot and sexy hubby, who is still fully dressed like he is about to attend a meeting.

‘Ohh, his handsome face and those mouthwatering big hands of his, which can reach places no one can. How can someone manage to look this attractive while tying a dick with a tie. I want to die with those big hands choking me and those- ahh!!!

That knot on my dick was a bit harsh, but at least I won't be peeing like a baby anymore, that to in front of my handsome man, that's quite embarrassing.’

“Baby, come out of your dirty thoughts. You are impossible, you know. How can you think dirty and do dirty at the same time? Have some shame, will you? If you peed one more time, you are done. You will make Hyung cum first and then you are allowed to pee. Okay? Today, Hyungie will let you take control.”

Jungkook nodded his head and tried to wake up, but Taehyung pushed him back and took out something from the bedside drawer. Jungkook’s doe eyes went wider, with his heart almost bouncing out of his chest.

“You will start your work after I am finished, but I still need to play my last card, baby. Why so hurried? We have the whole night for us.” Taehyung smirked after saying that and looked at Jungkook with a toy in his hand.

Not any toy, but a big vibrator. Taehyung had never used any toys on Jungkook before. This made Jungkook more excited and nervous at the same time. His favourite colour, shiny and pretty. Jungkook can’t wait for that big and pretty thing to be stuffed inside him. It will be cool for sure.

Taehyung felt Jungkook’s excitement and shook his head at his crazy baby. How can he not be scared at all and enjoy his punishments this much? Is it even normal? But he knew since the first day that his baby brat was not normal or innocent at all. WARNING: Never judge someone by their cute and innocent face.

Can anyone believe that Taehyung is so crazy in love that he spends more time crafting and planning punishments and rewards for Jungkook than working in university? He is going crazy because of his baby brat, who is not a baby at all. But still, he is Taehyung's baby and will be his baby forever.

While Jungkook was still lost in his daydreams, Taehyung started to stuff the lubed vibrator in Jungkook’s parted ass breaking his dreams and bringing him back to reality. “Aah!!!.... Hyung,” Jungkook tried to speak, but he stopped after feeling Taehyung's burning eyes on him.

In anger, Taehyung stuffed all at once, “aaahhh!!!!......” drawing a loud moan from Jungkook, “What did you just call me, baby? Hmm?” Jungkook noticed his mistake and cursed himself in his mind before speaking again. “P-Professor Kim? I-It’s my f-first tim-”.

“I know. Don’t you want to try it, baby? Don’t worry, I will ‘try’ to be gentle. But you are not allowed to use it yourself until I permit you. Only I am allowed to use it on you. Now tell me, are you comfortable if I use it on you?” Jungkook nodded his head in a yes with his face red from blushing too much.

Taehyung woke up from there and sat on his side of the bed with half his body resting over the headboard. After being comfortable he touched 'little' Jungkook’s head and said in his deep and dark voice “Now baby, go on and make Hyung cum first. And then you are free to relieve yourself. My baby must be under too much pressure after all this time.”

Without waiting another second, Jungkook climbed onto Taehyung and sat on his stomach. It’s the first time he is going to pleasure his Hyung. It was always the other way around, and Jungkook wants his Hyung to enjoy it.

Even though it was a bit uncomfortable when a giant vibrator was stuffed in his ass, Jungkook wanted to do it good.

So, ignoring his own stuffed ass and tied dick Jungkook come forward to kiss his Hyung. His Hyung always dominated him. Today, he will kiss and dominate his Hyungie so hard that Hyungie will beg him to be top and will himself become a bottom afterwards.

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