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Office Hours

by @brighttumble

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5 chapters

~13 min read

A university professor is dangerously obsessed with his alluring student, and his office hours have become a private theater of forbidden desire. He knows crossing that line will ruin them both, but the temptation is a fire he can no longer control.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Jeon Jungkook

A 30-year-old literature professor whose dark, intense eyes and full-sleeve tattoos of poetry fragments make him look more like a rockstar than an academic. He moves through the lecture hall with a restless, magnetic energy, his tailored shirts straining against the muscles earned in the gym, not the library. The air around him crackles with a heat that has nothing to do with the curriculum.

Park Jimin

A 22-year-old dance major with a deceptive, ethereal beauty that hides a core of molten fire. Silvery-blond hair falls over eyes that hold a knowing glint, and every movement—whether taking notes or shifting in his seat—is fluid, deliberate, and hypnotic. He wears simple clothes that somehow accentuate the lean, graceful lines of his body, a silent provocation in the back row.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Lecture as Provocation

Jungkook’s voice, usually a controlled baritone, dropped to a gravelly rumble as he recited a line from Sappho. His eyes, dark and burning, were locked not on the text but on the silver-haired boy in

The First Touch

Jungkook’s control snapped. He didn’t guide Jimin to the desk—he backed him into it, the edge biting into the boy’s thighs. One hand fisted in that silver hair, tilting his face up. The other splayed

The Desk, Claimed

The polished oak was cold against Jimin's back, a stark contrast to the furnace of Jungkook's body pressing him down. As Jungkook sheathed himself inside in one brutal thrust, Jimin's gasp echoed off

The Aftermath's Claim

Jungkook doesn't pull out. The weight of his decision settles deeper than his softening cock inside Jimin. He stays buried, his forehead pressed to Jimin's shoulder, breathing in the scent of their mu

The Marking Ritual

Jungkook doesn't let him clean up. He pushes Jimin back onto the desk, his tongue rough and possessive as he cleans the evidence from Jimin's skin. It's not tenderness; it's a branding. Jimin arches,