Taekook 18+ Novels & Stories

I say, trying to come up with some kind of excuse, anything to get her to stop. Zoey leans over, pressing her breasts against my arm. “So, maybe we should go home. Then I could make you feel really good.” She whispers. I take a deep breath, trying to focus. “We shouldn’t be doing this Zoey.” I say, trying to regain my self control. “Why shouldn’t we? You aren’t really my uncle and I am nineteen. There is nothing wrong with two people having some fun together.” She whispers, hand going up towards my zipper.

I don't hate it, though, it excites me, perhaps as much as he gets when I obey his commands. I open my mouth wider, sticking my tongue out the way he likes it, and he groans in satisfaction at the sight, placing his cock on my tongue. Instantly, I taste his salty essence mixed with my sweet juices. "Hands behind your back. If it gets too much, tap my thigh, and I'll stop." He says, and I hum around his length, the sound sending vibrations around his veiny shaft, causing him to tighten his grip on my hair. -----------------------------------------

I am 18, not 16. ----------------------

"He arrived at the shower block, Body Space 8. He had more or less resigned himself to the women being old and decrepit and was taken aback to see teenagers. There were four of them near the showers, all between fifteen and seventeen, opposite the sinks. Two of them wore bikini bottoms and waited as the other two played under the shower like otters, chatting and laughing and splashin..." "Nah."Marcus flips the next page. "This wouldn't work for me. I don't want teenagers as my model" Jenifer chuckled at his words and shakes her head as she looks for another scene by another author. "Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

The man in the frame was in his mid thirties and he looked very similar to Marco which made her believe that he must have been the older Mister McCoy, Beside him was a very beautiful woman, a little shorter than him but with the pale complexion and electric blue eyes. There were two kids in the frame. One looked around seven years old wearing a black tuxedo as his mother caressed his hair. There was Another boy in the frame around three years old, He was wearing the same black tuxedo as the older one but his face was blank and he looked like he was a complete stranger to the family.

“Touch it, Catherine. It’s still the same big, thick cock you used to love.” I dropped to my knees, unwrapping the towel slowly. My mouth watered at the sight of his huge, seven-inch cock — thick, veiny, and dripping with precum at the tip. He had gotten even bigger. I loved it. I was about to take him in when he grabbed my hair gently and tilted my head up. Those intense green eyes stared down at me. “What did I teach you about permission, hmm? You ask before you take, okay, Cathy?”

Mira POV The second Klaus disappeared with the elders, I felt strangely empty. Like the air around me changed with him gone. I was still staring in the direction he’d left when Tae-jun stepped beside me. “So,” he said, crossing his arms, looking way too casual. “While lover boy is off making history, you wanna come watch us wrestle?” My head turned. “Wrestle?” Ugo grinned. “Pack matches. Friendly fights. Bragging rights. Shirtless men trying to throw each other into dirt.”

Penalty Ruling Case: Violation of Underage Commercial Code Subject: Takuto Kimura Sanctions: Campus Service Account suspended for six months Mandatory tutoring: 10 hours for struggling peers Library donation: ¥200,000 Signed & Sealed by Official Paw of Arbitration 🐾 Takuto read it twice, stunned. “This cat knows the law?!” Daifuku, cool as ever, began grooming his paw like a seasoned attorney closing a case. The bell on his collar shimmered, revealing tiny embossed text:

“Just go have a good time with your cousin.” Tate and Chuck made casual small-talk as they walked down to the peaceful riverbank, then cast out their fishing lines into the sparkling water. “So… you finally turned 18, huh?” Chuck asked with a sly grin. “Yeah, about a month ago.” “You must be psyched to be getting all that mommy-meat this year,” Chuck said knowingly. Tate gave him a confused look. “Mommy-meat?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, a whole tent full of mommy meat. It’s a special tradition that happens when a male family member turns 18.”

Because the memories of this life were starting to come back too. Seo Joonwoo, age 15. Quiet. Awkward. Never got into fights. Never stood out. Just wanted to survive high school. But tomorrow, he wasn’t going to just school. His dad, good old well-meaning Mr. Seo Junghwan, had enrolled him in a place called Taeyang Technical High. Joonwoo no, David remembered thinking it sounded cool. But his new memories said otherwise. It was a warzone. Not literally. But close. Gangs. Fights. Lawless hallways. A place where teachers turned a blind eye and students ruled with fists.