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gumycandyyy · 7 months

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Heyo I'm here to request that Male Reader x Winter King you wanted-

Anyways, can you write for a male Reader that used to be Simon and Betty's friend before the crown and the Mushroom War, who randomly shows up in the Land of Ooo? As in, Simon thought that they had died a long time ago, alongside Betty, but the Reader had survived through some odd means and got reunited with him?

Lol, if that's too much, then I'm sorry. It could be a fic or Headcanons, whichever you prefer!

⠂"ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅ."⠐

⠂"ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ."⠐

AHJFHJGSKHA HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SIMON?? I LOVE THIS WET CAT.

Winter King actually isn't this one, because I wanted to focus on Fionna and Cake ver. Simon

Male reader

Platonic/Romantic (I'm leaving it ambiguous, because I mean, c'mon. It's Simon.)

Type: Headcanons (With a drabble and oneshot mixed in)

Summary: An old friend shows up after a bunch of time-related shenanigans, and is finally ready to settle back down in Ooo. Though this sudden happening is quite a shock to Simon.

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-You used to be an old family friend of Betty's, and met Simon through her.

-Y'all were really close, and they invited you over for dinner every other weekend.

-But one day, you just...

-Vanished.

-Everyone thought you were kidnapped, and Simon and Betty were heartbroken.

-However...

-Through some odd means, you were kept alive for a thousand years.

-It all started one weird day when you bought a little doodad from a garage sale.

-the next thing you knew, you were in a big yellow cube with a pink wall guy.

-Apparently the little thing you bought was an item from another universe, and it was janking up Ooo.

-Aaaaand technically you just committed a serious crime by purchasing the little thing.

-And whether intentional or not, you now had to go on trial for this little accident. You tried to explain what happened, but you were found guilty.

-You were sentenced to a thousand years in some donked up time jail.

-Apparently, you wouldn't age in there, and a thousand years would pass on Ooo before you were set free.

-It was the worst thing that could've ever happened to you.

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-The time jail kept you from losing your sanity, and a thousand years later, you were released.

-You were teleported back to Ooo, which looked quite different than how you remembered it.

-It felt like an eternity since you've seen rolling green hills and a clear blue sky. An eternity since you've breathed familiar air.

-You heard something, about a hundred yards from you.

-You approached the loud noises to see some buff dude with a sick beard and robotic arm beating up some one-eyed monster.

-He punched the creature, and it was sent flying towards you.

-You ducked, and the dude noticed you.

"Ah, sorry man! Didn't see you there!"

-You assured him it was nothing.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

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You shook your head, then blinked confusedly. Well, technically you were. It had just been 1000 years. You tried to get your story straight, then told the guy.

"Woah, so does that mean you're technically a time traveler?"

You shrugged. Time travel hadn't been proven yet, has it? You weren't sure. You asked the guy his name, so you didn't have to refer to him as just 'the guy.'

"Oh, yeah. Name's Finn. Good ol' Finn the H."

"The H.?"

"Y'know, the Human?"

But you were human too. With all due respect, you asked him about his strange surname.

"Oh, uh.. My real last name is Mertens, but I like 'the Human' better. It's only recently other humans have started living in Ooo. So I'm kinda seen as 'that one human' y'know?"

You nodded, trying to make sense of what he said. what had happened that caused humans to leave Ooo? How was that even possible?

The two of you talked for a short while, and you learned a little bit about Ooo. You were used to knowing a lot, but you barely even recognized this place.

"Oh, you're from the 20th century, right?"

You nodded.

"I've got a friend from then, maybe you'd like to meet him? He's one cool dude."

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-You agreed politely, wondering if this 20th century man would help you adjust to life in whatever century this was. What century was this anyway? 30-something?

-Finn ended up taking you to a scrappy little bar filled with people that looked to be made out of candy.

"Anything you'd like to order?"

"Nothing for me, Dirt Beer Guy. Maybe he'd like one, but we're just waiting for-"

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"Simon?"

You stared in disbelief at the face of your old friend, who looked at you with the same expression. He was carrying something under his arm, but he dropped it in shock.

"No way, you know him? That's awesome!"

Simon slowly walked up to you, as if afraid you'd disappear at any second. Tears welled up in the both of your eyes, and you had to suppress breaking down right there. It hadn't occurred to you that this 20th century man could've been Simon, but now that you were seeing him, you realized you subconsciously wished it would be him.

He spoke your name softly, not much more than a whisper, as if anything louder would cause reality to shatter, or one of you to wake up from a dream.

"You... You're really here, aren't you?"

You nodded softly, not daring to say a word. Tears spilled out of your eyes, and Finn looked slightly confused.

"Do you guys, uh.... Wanna step out for a minute?"

You agreed, still quietly, saying it would probably be better to not make a scene. Finn gave you a thumbs up and shooed you out, saying he'd wait for you when you got back inside.

You stepped out of the little bar with Simon, realizing it got dark out while you were inside.

"So..."

"How about we take a walk?"

You nodded, falling into step with Simon as you walked into a nice little forest. The small stream rushing by provided ambient noise.

"How are you here..?"

Simon asked, with an air of disbelief. He blinked, wiping his glasses and rubbing his eyes. As if you'd disappear once he'd open them. You explained what happened, and suddenly gasped.

"If you're here, that means Betty must be here too, right? Where is she?"

Simon sighed, bringing his arms up to hold himself.

"She's..."

"She's not."

You decided not to pry, but you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your gut. She was one of your best friends, and she was gone. But she was Simon's fiancee. It must have hit him harder, whatever happened to her. You'd ask later, when the emotional turmoil between the two of you wasn't so fresh.

You walked in peaceful silence between the two of you, listening to the sounds of the stream, or chirping crickets.

You took that time to study Simon, how his appearance changed, and things that stayed the same.

Same fashion sense,

same goofy circle glasses,

even the same walk you remember.

There was a white streak in his hair now.

Wrinkles on his face.

Something about him just seemed so...

Sad.

"You've gotten old."

Simon smiled, though it seemed bitter.

"We both have."

"I missed you, Simon. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you, Betty, or any of our other friends."

Simon stopped walking, and you copied. He seemed as if he was about to cry again. To be honest, you were too. Talking about all of this while looking him in the face didn't fare well for your emotional state.

He took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes. Simon smiled bitterly through it though. He seemed to be so lonely. You wondered where he lived now.

". . ."

He wiped his eyes again, then looked straight at you with an unwavering gaze.

"You have no idea how much we missed you. Even years after you disappeared, we still looked. Even when the police failed, we still-"

He inhaled sharply, breath shaking. He turned his head away, as if ashamed of his emotions.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to provide comfort. Simon suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. You returned the embrace, holding onto him just as tightly.

Simon's breath shook, and you softly rubbed his back. You had no idea what he's gone through, and you were genuinely unsure whether you were helping or not.

"Simon..?"

His grip on you loosened, and he looked up at you.

You said nothing else, but you gently rested your forehead on his. He sniffed, then took a deep breath. Your hands fell to his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. Simon closed his eyes, cherishing this small bit of comfort.

After a few moments, Simon pulled away, bringing his fist up to his mouth and clearing his throat.

"W- well, today was certainly... Eventful."

You laughed softly, agreeing with his remark. The two of you walked back to the little bar, realizing you'd gotten farther from it than you thought you did.

Simon cleared his throat yet again, once you reached the outside of the bar.

"Yeah, Simon?"

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

". . .Thank you."

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Thanks for reading! I absolutely loved writing this, and Simon needs a hug.

Your complimentary artwork ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

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7ndipity · 1 year

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Dating Jin headcanons

Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: swearing, teeny bit suggestive

A/N: More headcanons because they're fun and I can't sleep🤷. Working on these lists is making me so soft for the members all over again, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you like them!

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Jin is like dating your best friend.

Cause, I mean, you basically are.

He is a hopeless romantic, in every sense of the phrase.

A Classic Gentleman. Opens doors for you, holds your hand on the stairs, shows up for your first date in a suit with bouquet of flowers(even though your just going to the fair or smth)

So awkward when you first start dating, his ears probably stayed red for a solid three weeks.

Does that blushy, flustered laugh thing anytime you complement him. Like yeah, he knows he's Mr.WWH, but hearing it from you just hits different, man.

He admitted before to getting so lost in daydreaming about his future s/o that he's burned food, and I think that would still happen(hopefully to a less severe degree) now that he has you.

Like, you'll be talking about something and look over at him, and he just has that distant look in his eyes. And you're like "Hello?" And he just blurts out something like "We should get a cat." "What?!"

You've heard his dad jokes, now get ready for the cheesiest, cringiest pick-up lines ever.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me & you together." "Please stop." "Are you from Paris? Because Eiffel for you." "That doesn't even make sense!"

His flirt game is actually pretty good tho, he's just so nonchalant about it, that it tends to catch you off guard.

You:*walks in room* Him: "Wow." You:"What?" Him:"I just forgot how gorgeous you were."

Likes taking you on fancy dates, but usually prefers cozier, lowkey dates with you.

Like, one day he'll take you to the nicest restaurant in town, the next, he's dragging your ass to some lake to go fishing.

Cooking dates that start out pretty cute and sweet, but become increasingly unhinged as time goes on(there's a korean youtube channel TryToEat, that I swear is what he would be like)

Calls you things like 'Jagi' and 'Honey', as well as more weird, Jin-esque names like 'Bubble'(he thinks it's cute, just go with it)

Couples outfits that range from matching sweatsuits to those t-shirts that say "if found, please return to Jin" & "I'm Jin".(He claims it's for safety reasons because what if he loses you at the mall or smth?)

Y'all pick on each other constantly.

"You look like a Pokémon." "Big talk for someone built like fucking Dorito."

Like, you've seen him with Jungkook, he's a menace. But now, he's your menace. (Imma pray for you)

But he's the only one allowed to pick on you. Anyone else who tries is in for the cussing out of a lifetime.

House Husband Vibes.

Takes pride in looking after you, whether that's taking care of you when you're sick, or just making dinner on a random Wednesday. It makes him feel needed.

Speaks as if you're already married.

"Think about the kids." "What kids?!" "The cats!" "We don't have cats yet!" "Aha, yet! So we are going have some eventually!"

Has the tendency to finish every conversation by giving you a lil smooch. (Doesn't matter if he was talking to you or someone else, you're getting kisses)

Needy

Literally hangs off of you whenever he's tired or wants attention.

Long, drawn out kisses where he backs you against the wall or counter that can make you forget about anything else other than him.

Likes to lay on you rather than with you. Like, you are his favorite pillow, and he will whine if you don't let him have his pillow time, cause he's a dramatic mf.

"AGH, Y/N-AH LOVES ME NOT! HOW WILL I GO ON?!

The other members don't call him the actual maknae for no reason, he's kinda baby.

You're one of the only people who get to see his more serious sides though, however brief their appearances may be.

Argues with you over the dumbest shit, but avoids actually fighting with you like a plague.

Overall, he's very sweet though and would do anything for you. Idk, he's just so, 💞ugh, yeah Imma go now.

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youn9racha · 2 years

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Sundress

pairing: bff!seungmin x bff!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: seungmin is not good at hiding his feelings for you, you pretend to be oblivious but you knew all along, especially when you heard him jerk off at the thought of you one time. you deviced a plan to rile him up upon remembering his rant about sundresses and you went ahead with it.

warning: reader has a vagina and uses she/her, cunnilingus, referenced perv!seungmin, bffs to lovers (?), public sex, dom!seungmin, sub!reader, edging and cockblocking, pantie snatching (?)

words: 3.1k

a/n: I've written this while i was going through some tough shit (still do) but i'm fine so dw about me 🤪🤪 anyhow, this piece is not really my proudest, but I haven't made any seungmin fic,,, like at all, i only got a timestamp, and that is merely it, so cheers to that hehe 👹👹 anyways hope y'all enjoyed it

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

You knew this would drive Seungmin crazy.

The way your sundress teasingly revealed your back, your cleavage poking through, the straps complimenting your shoulders and glowing skin, your hair cascading prettily across your face, the fabric clings into your body deliciously with your hard nipples poking through—going braless was essential and it was not only because of the fact the dress was backless. You knew that Seungmin would go weak for it, if you could, you would fuck yourself if you were in his place, but you intended for him to do the job.

“Why are you dressing up for him in this fashion?” one would ask, well to make a long story short you’ve heard him moaning out your name one night when he “called in sick” one day, and as what a good friend would do, you brought in some food and medicine to help him with his so-called illness, except that he needed a different type of care that he could never vocalize.

You’ve sensed that Seungmin had a thing for you but almost always pushed it to the side because you thought you were overthinking, but after hearing Felix and Jeongin talking about his crush on you, and also secretly witnessing that one session he had, you thought your theory was right. And you remembered this one instance about how he went on a tangent about sundresses and how he’s convinced that they’re god’s creation.

“I want to thank whoever thought of sundresses,” Seungmin randomly blurted, making you knit your eyebrows.

“Why is that?”

Seungmin looked at you as if you cursed at him, “are you fucking kidding me? It’s just the perfect outfit a girl could wear, the way it’s cute and simple yet so enticing and sexy, just—phew”

He huffed and shook his head as if he was out of breath in disbelief. He later muttered something afterward, which you couldn’t exactly match what he said but assume that he was continuing to admire the article of clothing.

“I want to fuck you in it…”

“What?”

“I said, they’re fuckable.”

You would giggle at the memory; you should have seen it coming. You applied your sunscreen before putting on light make-up and adjusted your hair and dress one last time. Seungmin was waiting for you outside your house in his car, with his picnic sets sitting in the backseat as he fiddled his fingers. He was nervous, if not showcased by the way he was twiddling his fingers on the steering wheel. He doesn’t know why he feels that way, it’s not like you do anything special. He always saw you as his stupid friend; a stupid hot friend who he wishes he could hear you say his name like a prayer as he pounds you—

“God dammit, Seungmin, get your shit together that’s your friend!” Seungmin mutters himself as he slaps himself repeated as he repeats words to remind him that this was a platonic picnic. He kept doing his odd movements until he heard a knock on his window, which ultimately made him stop and look at whoever knocked. It was you, smiling at him bewilderedly, which made Seungmin widen his eyes in fear as he realized that you’ve seen him hitting himself like a weirdo.

“Shit,” he cursed to himself as he fumbled with the lock button to unlock the passenger door for you to get in. As you open the door, you greeted him excitedly and went in to hug him, he caught a glimpse of your dress, and oh, man, does he look red. Especially when he sees the backless part where it exposed have of your back and then your full cleavage after pulling away, he felt like he was losing his mind.

He began staring unknowingly down at your chest, which means your plan was working, but you still had to play your oblivion.

“Are we ready to go or…” You spoke up as you pulled your seatbelt and Seungmin’s gaze away from your chest. He shook his head and blew a raspberry as to snap himself out of it, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“uh, uh, yeah, let’s go!” Seungmin cringed at his pathetic stammers but he couldn’t help it, not when you’re teasing him like this.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m alright! I’m cool, what about you?” Seungmin smiled nervously at you. You almost smirked at his nervousness, but you didn’t want to ruin your plan yet so you had to keep your head in the game so you can get the prize at the end.

“Yeah, I’m fine… just waiting for you to drive…”

“Oh, right!” Seungmin jumped at his idiocy as he began turning the key so he could start the car, the sound revving to indicate that it was working, and off Seungmin drove.

He handed you the aux cord as he encourages you to play your music, which you happily took. Seungmin loved your diverse music taste and he didn’t mind listening to anything you played, even if it’s from a genre he doesn’t typically enjoy, if you like it, he likes it.

This is perhaps the only innocent thing he thought of you thus far, only for it to be interrupted as he sees through his peripheral vision you leaning back in the chair, head placed upwards to the headrest, legs up at the dashboard, exposing your pretty legs as your dress slides down slowly, almost as if gravity was helping you teasing him. You rolled the windows down, letting the cool air hit your face as you allow it to blow back your hair. You breathed and sighed loud, followed by a slight pleasing moan at the feeling of relaxation.

You knew what you were doing, this was a part of the plan after all. You weren’t sure if Seungmin figured it out or not, but seeing how his knuckles turn white and how he slightly shifts his seat every time he takes a quick glance at the side view mirror—or rather you—tells you that you were on the right track regardless. Seeing him struggle at concentrating on the wheel ahead of him is exactly what you wanted to see.

After a few minutes of driving while the music was playing in the background as you two have small talk, Seungmin parked his car as you two arrived at the destination. He took you to a secluded part of the park for you two to have your moment and just relish it—a moment that is going to be an interesting one.

You two got off the car and started setting up the picnic. Seungmin picked the basket from the backseat as he turned to face you, and there he saw you crouching down as you set the picnic mat down. You got on your hands and knees as you smoothed out the mat, leaving Seungmin standing there staring at your ass. Your slight arched back made Seungmin’s head wander into dangerous territory, wishing he could push up your dress and just fuck you right there but all he could do is gulp and shake his head as he went around you and sat down on the mat.

Not too long after the odd yet heated tension you’ve created, you two wounded up eating the food you two brought, reminiscing about old memories, and just having a philosophical discussion from time to time, like;

“You really think that orange Fanta is the best soda when a whole ass sprite exists?!”

“Sprite?! Are you out of your fucking mind, Seungmin?! Who the fuck aside from you thinks sprite is the superior drink?!”

“Many people! More people than you’d think!”

And that was just the tip of the iceberg. Sure, you two have this lustful attraction that was quite evident in the air, but you two have yet to make a move on each other and thus carry on the “platonic” schtick you two would showcase. After the whole discourse died down, you two went back to the silence you two had in the beginning, but this time the tension was getting hotter by the second.

You two weren’t doing remotely anything, aside from you laying on the ground with your legs propped up with a book in hand reading the content it had. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to curse at himself or pat himself on the back, as he was sitting right next to your legs, with just a turn, he could witness your panties that failed to be concealed by the dress, especially when you lifted your knee upwards. The words in his book seem to be faded as he couldn’t help but his eyes focused on the lace that is trapped between your legs.

If he looked even closer, he can almost see a small dark spot in your panties, indicating a wet stain than anything. He gulped as he saw you clenching your legs from time to time, your hips slightly quivering as you carried on reading your book. He knows that your book contained smut in it as you were open about buying it just for that reason, which he ultimately assumes that you’re getting turned on by the scene you were witnessing.

While it wasn’t a lie, the only reason why you reacted that way is that you imagined yourself and him in that scene. The two characters were almost in a similar situation, two friends sitting at a park and hanging out, only for one thing leading to another, and these two “friends” were fucking right against the tree. You breathed through your nose as you got your legs together, while Seungmin just examined your movements and smirked behind the hardcover.

“Is something wrong?”

Seungmin abruptly spoke, letting the cover go off of his face, showcasing his delicate yet sharp jaw. You were really immersed in the story that you didn’t pay attention to the actual Seungmin speaking to you. Rather than call you out, instead, he closed the book and faced you, his hands reached to your knees and placed them there as he leans towards your legs. Your eyes widened behind your book as suddenly you couldn’t read the words, and instead feeling the pressure within your lower of your legs.

You lowered your book to only reveal your eyes, looking up at Seungmin, whose head was hovering over your knees and smirking at you. He stroked your shins, as he asked the question you’ve ignored.

“You didn’t answer me, (y/n),” he spoke softly as he pried your legs open just slightly so he could have a better look at you, “what’s wrong?”

While this wasn’t the plan you initially thought of, you were flustered as hell and glad to be as you were now witnessing a side of Seungmin, you never saw. His eyes were glazed with a dark lustful aura to them, fire inflamed within them as his salacious hunger increased. Seeing how the book was used as a shield to your face, he knows it was a weak one given by how he grabbed the book and discarded it somewhere else, making you feel exposed to him.

“Finally, I can see that pretty face of yours.”

His voice rasped as his fingertips grazed the side of your face as he traces your cheekbones and jaw. You sighed in through your nose as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Seungmin…” you only managed to say that out loud as a response, but that alone made Seungmin leans down and kissed you with such vigor, a silent “took you long enough” type of passion, especially with the way your lips molded perfectly with his. His tongue and yours made contact as it started to heat up, the fire within your loins started to ignite even bigger than it started, and Seungmin added more fuel by teasingly grinding his trouser-cladded crouch within your wet heat, making both of you groan at the sensation. Your skirt has since risen, that had it not for your panties, nature itself would have seen your lower half naked body, exactly what you like to see, especially with the man who’s currently ravishing you.

“Min… fuck me… please fuck me…”

Your pleasured muttering made Seungmin pull away with a teasing expression painted on his face. His raised brow tagged with his braces-covered teeth poking through his half smile created a menacing mixture of thoughts in Seungmin’s head, the way you were heavy breathing, even though barely anything happened, underneath him while being outside where anyone could see them in this state made him want to go crazy. Granted, they were in a secluded spot, thus the chances of them getting caught were being seen by anyone are slim, but the sheer thought of Seungmin making you a moaning mess where anyone could hear you made him harder even more than he was earlier in the car when he saw your dress or you squirming at the smut you were reading.

Seungmin wasted no time as his hand went down to your hips and started to strip your panties, and while doing so, Seungmin started to speak.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this, (y/n),” he started as he stared into your eyes while fidgeting with the elastic of your underwear, “how bad I wanted you to be bent over for me, how bad I wanted to mark you, make you say my name like a prayer,” his fingers wrapped around the sides as he began removing the garment, “how badly I wanted to make you mine…”

Once he fully removes your panties, exposing your glistening labia to him made him hiss and smile, “fucking hell, (y/n), your pussy looks better than what I have imagined.”

His vulgar language astounded you, as you never would have thought that he would say that to you, let alone anyone. He didn’t have the cleanest mouth per se, but he doesn’t often say anything dirty so hearing him say what he said shocked you and turned you on as shown by the way you clenched to him.

“Aw, is my best friend getting turned on by me complimenting her pussy? you’re so cute,” he cooed, but it didn’t have an ounce of gentleness in his tone whatsoever. His fake gentle smile faded into a dark expression which made you gulp at the switch of faces.

“I know what you’ve been up to,” he glowered as he got down to kiss the sides of your legs, “you knew what you were doing the dress, you knew that I’d go crazy and you just want to fulfill your sick fantasy of humiliating me…” each time he spoke he would go lower and lower, making you breathing heavily as you begged and pleaded for him, even mixing in a few “apologies” to him, which he would snicker in response at your pathetic actions.

“You’re sorry now? Guess what, (y/n)?” His lips were dangerously close to your heat as his breath was hitting it, “you’re gonna do as I say instead, you got that?”

The question was rhetorical as before you answered, his tongue began doing its movements within your slit and up to your clit, making you gasp and moan at the feeling. You didn’t doubt it from him, but your expectations of his skill in cunnilingus were exceeded thanks to his tongue. He started painfully slow, which made you grind on his face by bucking your hips. He didn’t like that so he held your hips down by his arm, making them static by his force.

The pace of his tongue began speeding up, making the volume of your whines even higher, calling out for Seungmin and stating how good you felt. You were ecstatic at how your fantasy was becoming a reality, the only thing missing was him stretching you out with his erected cock, which you hope would happen eventually, but you know you wouldn’t get it that easily especially not when you’ve angered him.

“Seungmin… please… I’m so close… fuck—“

Seungmin ignored as he continued with his feast on you, his face nodded as he tries to grant you more pleasure. You felt your climax approach, making you squeal as you felt yourself getting close until he suddenly stopped his movements and got his head up.

You couldn’t see him, due to you closing your eyes at the previously blissed-out feeling, but you began whining at him pulling out, and begging him to continue, only for him to shush you and covers your mouth, making you open your eyes wide in bemusement. You see him look to the side as he hears what he assumed were people walking and talking. The steps were getting closers and the voices were getting louder so he tells you to get up so you can leave.

Fearing that they were the footsteps of police officers, the two of you didn’t bother to clean up yourselves and just started packing up your picnic quickly. You noticed your panties were missing and started to look for it, only for Seungmin to tell you to not worry and get in the car.

Pouting, you got in the car with him and began driving off. You looked at the people who happened to be walking closer in your direction; they were a middle-aged couple walking around holding hands. You sighed in relief as you confirmed to Seungmin that they weren’t cops but a couple, which made Seungmin react the same way.

While bitter that you two packed up and left for nothing, you still were glad that a portion of your dream became a reality, and sort of got what you wanted. However, sitting in Seungmin’s car without panties made you feel odd and timid, in contrast to you earlier on your way to the park where you had your legs up in the dashboard, not caring—or rather hoping—if Seungmin caught a glimpse or not.

Seungmin could only chuckle at your stance, which made you knit your brow, “what’s funny?” you half-retorted with a pout and crossed arm.

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he reached down to his pockets and out he reveals your undergarment making your jaw drop—the cheeky bastard kept in his pocket as further punishment. You tried to snatch it, only for him to place it back in his pocket before you can take it.

“You don’t think this punishment was over, right?” Seungmin darkly chuckled, his car stopped at a stoplight before his eyes, the same dark ones you saw back at the park that made you feel small, met up with yours, making you feel apprehensive.

“This is only the start, just you wait when we get home.”

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fics #stray kids imagine #stray kids smut #stray kids oneshot #skz smut #skz fanfic #skz fics #skz imagines #skz oneshots #seungmin imagines #seungmin scenarios #seungmin smut #seungmin x reader #seungmin fanfic #seungmin fic

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 9 months

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I've had some ANF thoughts today. Y'all know how much I hate the "love triangle" aspect of the story with Javi, Kate, and David, right? If you can even call it a love triangle; it's more of a "David and Kate never felt like a married couple to begin with and now Javi has the chance to bone his sister-in-law as if that's not a weird thing to do at all👍" thing, so... not great.

I'm also just not fond of Kate as a character in general. She's pretty good in ep1, but after that it's a slippery slope as she's relegated to the injured love interest for Javi. There are interesting aspects to her, like how she's resourceful and on top of things, she keeps track of herds and overall is shown to be incredibly smart. But, she also has moments where she has to let herself be emotional and a little panicked because she knows she needs to get it out of her system in order to focus. She gets frustrated with Gabe and says things she shouldn't, and she just.... I dunno, does dumb shit sometimes? And that would be fine if it made sense... but it doesn't.

I was always more interested in the Garcia brothers aspect of ANF, and felt the story would've been improved if it focused more on Javi and David, their relationship as brothers in the past and how different it is after they've found each other again in the apocalypse. One of the best scenes in the entire game is the rooftop scene where David ask Javi to stand with him.

And so I was thinking about ANF this morning and what could be done to make Kate fit better in the story and like...it hit me: Kate should've been their sister.

No, seriously, hear me out: Kate should've been written to be the middle child of the Garcia siblings instead.

Do you know how much that would fix? Throw that stupid love triangle in the trash. It was never good, it did nothing for Kate's character, and now David and Javi don't have to bicker about who she's married to and who gets to bone her, okay? No bullshit fight at the end!

David was already married once, just let him be divorced or a widower, and a single father. Javi can have a new love interest; hell, give him two if you want, let him be a bi king over Eleanor and Tripp- wait, no that just creates another love triangle, damn it-

Anyway... if Kate was their sister, then her entire character overflows with potential that wasn't there before.

I say make her the middle child who was stuck with two rivaling brothers, one a military man who became a single father and the other a professional baseball player who lost it all in a gambling scandal.

What about Kate? Perhaps she's a single woman who doesn't know what she wants in life. She doesn't want to settle down and have kids like David did, but she also doesn't want to sink so low like Javi did. She wants to travel, but needs money to do that so she does what she can save up, but there's always something that makes her dip into her savings.

Y'know... like her father getting sick and needing to pay for treatments, which Kate is happy to give up those savings so for a chance for him to beat cancer, but there's always that little bit of bitterness lingering inside her that keeps saying, "it's never about what I want, it's always about David or Javi, I'm going no where, I'm no one, even I don't know who I am or what I want, what am I doing? Papa got sick, so Javi ran away again, and so did David when he reenlisted, and who got left behind to take care of everything? Me, it's always me left to take care of Mama and Papa, and the kids, and everything else!"

Maybe she acted as a mediator between the brothers, too. They always relied on her when they were pissed with each other, they vented all their problems to her, and she always tried to get them to connect on something, but never found that right thing.

Hell, this way she could get along with the kids better, too. She's just Aunt Kate. She always volunteered to babysit them for David. She and Gabe still have their tiffs due to clashing attitudes, but there's no "you're not my mother!" vibe.

Suddenly Kate's her own person and not just an object the game throws at you for the brothers to grunt "she's muh wife!" "but I love her, too!" at.

ANF becomes the story of these three siblings who experienced the worst night of their lives together: their father died after a long battle with cancer, their mother is distraught, Javi didn't show up in time, David's drinking on the porch and Kate's trying to look out for everyone. Then the outbreak happens, their father comes back as a walker and bites their mother, David rushes off with her to the hospital while Kate and Javi take the kids...

Years later, Kate and Javi have accepted that they've lost their parents and big brother, and they're doing what they can to keep their niece and nephew alive... until Kate gets shot and they reunite with David, because then everything gets extra complicated with the three siblings trying to repair broken bridges and survive together until they hit a breaking point where Kate gets sick of David's shit. She's done trying to be nice and play mediator, she's ready to do what she thinks is right and an argument breaks out... and Javi's forced to choose between his brother or sister, and the tragedy becomes about being unable to save one of them... not matter what, in the end, Javi will lose a sibling because no matter how hard he tried, they still fell apart.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

I just really hate every plot they give Kate, y'all. She was done dirty.

And I loathe love triangles that involve two siblings [usually it's brothers] falling in love with the same person, okay? I don't have the patience for it, I just want all of those love triangles to go far, far away from me forever and never bother me again.

Anyway, do you love this thing I do where I show up after months of inactivity to slap something like this down before scurrying away? Because I'm scurrying now.

#twdg javi #twdg david #twdg kate #i dunno y'all i'm pretty sure da 2 is to blame for this #that game has a trio of siblings that are important to the story except no matter what you do #your brother and sister always meet some sort of tragedy in their arcs and they're both such good characters on their own and uuughhhh #it's what anf could've done but nooooooooo here's this dumb romance plot instead #does anyone even had javi and kate as their twdg otp? like honestly?#i'm just saying the story would've been better if we burned the romance out and kept sole focus on the family #and i guess clementine can be there too she can fulfil the found family quota in her mission to get AJ back

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cutesharkstudios · 3 months

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Owl House Group Chat 2

(Hexsquad) 11:07 Willow has entered

Willow: I AM SO SORRY I'M LATE! THAT TOOK WAY LONGER THAN I THOUGHT!

Willow: Hello?

Amity has entered

Amity: Hey Willow. No worries

Willow: Yes worries! I promised I would be off at 10 and lost track of time

Amity: It's cool, this is suppossed to be a casual thing.

Willow: Ok. Side note, what did y'all do when I was gone?

Amity: Scroll up.

Willow: Oh my

Amity: I AM GETTING HER OTTER PLUSHIES YOU SICK MINDED INDIVIDUAL!!!!!!

Willow: Ok, ok

Hunter has entered

Hunter: Hi Willow

Willow: Hi Honey

Hunter: 0//0

Amity: Cute

Willow: HUNTER I MEAN! SPELLCHECK! SORRY!

Hunter: I like that name.

Willow: Really?

Hunter: I think it's cute, like you

Willow: 0//0

Amity: oh my

Willow: Yeah I deserve that

Darius has entered

Darius: My Hunter senses were tingling

Amity: Uncle Darius?!?!

Willow: Uncle?

Amity: He babysat me a ton as a kid. He and dad claimed they hated each other, but they didn't, and he helped dad take care of me.

Darius: Speaking of him, I need some advice.

Amity: Sure

Darius: Could we do this in a seperate chat with you, me, and the twins? I'll hext you the link

Amity: sure, see ya guys

Hunter: have fun

Willow: bye

(DariusAndBlightKids)

Darius: Amity will check in soon

Amity: Hey

Ed: Hi Amity

Em: Hey Ams

Amity: So what's going on?

Ed: Darius needs our help with something wonder what

Darius: And this doesn't leave this chat, ok?

Amity: 100%

Ed: got it

Darius: Em?

Em: Sorry, had to turn off the oven for dinner. Your secret is our secret

Amity: What ya making?

Em: Centaur roast and carrots

Amity: Thanks

Darius: Okay here it goes

Darius: I want to propose to Alador

Amity: WHAT

Ed: Really?

Em: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Darius: I've drawn up the plan and will send them soon.

Amity: OMG, Darius, this is awesome.

Darius: Thanks Amity, I hope it goes well. We've really grown over the 4 years of dating, and I hope I can be a good parental figure to you and the twins

Em: You really mean it?

Darius: Yeah, I've always wanted to be a dad, and now I have the opportunity. I hope I do well.

Amity: Well you can't do any worse than you-know-who

Darius: Thanks for the support, though she didn't set a high bar

Em: She set the bar at all?

Darius: Touche

Ed: And hopefully we will be good kids. I know we're adults, so it's probably not what you imagined being a dad would be like, but we promise to be good.

Em: And we'll continue to be good siblings as well. Side note, Amity?

Amity: Yes?

Em: Now that we are at a slower time in our lives, I want to ask, are we good?

Amity: Yes, why do ask?

Ed: Well, we teased you a lot in our youth. We never meant any harm, but we realise we may have been, as much as I hate to admit it, mean to you.

Em: That was never our intention, and we're sorry if we crossed any lines

Amity: Well, the only real line crossed was with the diary and Luz. But given how much of a jerk I was back then, I kind of had it coming.

Darius: I'm just as guilty. I crossed my share of lines in my past that Alador only told me about AFTER we started dating. Oof, not my finest moments

Em: Well what happened happened. We can't change the past, but we can make a better future.

Darius: Anyways, here's the plan…….

(MEANWHILE)

Room Created: OldWitches

11:13

Raine has entered Eda has entered Lilith has entered

Eda: Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day!

Lilith: Whoa, sister, calm down, what's the occasion?

Eda: After so long of trying to get an appointment, Raine's getting their sigil removing treatment!

Lilith: Awesome. I had mine yesterday, and I gave my sigil a certain gesture before it went away.

Eda: That's my sister. So, Rainestorm, what new magic do you want to try first?

Raine: You're not going to belive this but, of all types, illusions

Eda: I take it you saw that article I sent of Goops moping the floor with Adrian?

Raine: Yep, I had no idea you could tell when someone was hiding behind and illusion. We laughed at Adrian all dang afternoon post incedent.

Lilith: I would have paid SO many snails to see that

Raine: I got the whole thing on my scroll. And backed it up on three of my personal devices.

Eda: Whatever happened to him and the other defect coven leaders?

Lilith: Trying to find them, but so far no activity.

Raine: They should be dormant for now, but the hunt is still on.

Eda: Check out this news article I found. [link]

Raine: What is it?

Lilith: It better not be one of THOSE websites again.

Eda: You'll see

4:20

Raine: EDA!

Eda: Yes?

Raine: Why did you not tell me about this wonderful thing called fanfiction? I don't even know who wrote this but, God, they have excellent potential.

Lilith: I think I know who wrote it

Raine: Who is the author?

Lilith: If you scroll all the way up, you'll see the author is AzuraFanOtter, take a wild witch guess who that is

Raine: Well no wonder Luz is getting A's in her writing classes, this is wonderful

Eda: And fitting 20 characters in one scene while giving them all ample screen time is tricky, but she made it work.

Lilith: Maybe she should write her own book. The money made from that could benefit her greatly in the future.

Eda: Indeed, though she'll probably be fine when she marries Boots, cause all the Blights are LOADED.

Lilith: Now now, keep in mind, there is a change things don't work out for them. It's not like they were made with the other in mind.

Eda: …

Raine: …

Eda: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Raine: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lilith: What? I'm serious.

Raine: We know, but I'll eat griffon feathers if they don't work out.

Eda: OH SHOOT! RAINE! THE TIME!

RAINE: GAH! MY TREATMENT'S IN 10! THE NEXT TIME SLOT IS A WEEK FROM NOW SO I GOTTA GO!

Raine has left

Lilith: Well, I promised Darius I'd help with a "surprise" for Alador.

Eda: Cool, have fun.

Lilith: Thank you for not making an innappropriate joke for that.

Eda: Yeah, sorry about last week's prank, didn't think it go over as bad as it did.

Lilith: No no, I should have just taken the joke.

Eda has left

Lilith has left

#amity blight #lumity #luz noceda #the owl house #toh #luz x amity #lilith clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #willow park #hunter toh #fanfic #disney

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honestlydarkprincess · 10 months

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Seven Sentence Sunday!

tagged by the lovely @911onabc, @wikiangela, @alyxmastershipper, and @prince-buck-diaz 💕

i'm going to feed y'all this whole fic in lil nibbles at this point but anyway, have some more of the tsunami fic heheh

“We need to come see Buck. Bobby, I need to see that it’s him.”

“Eddie,” Bobby softened his voice. “We don’t know what kind of shape he’s going to be in,” He hesitated, looking at Christopher who was looking at him with wide, scared eyes. “Why don’t you take Christopher home and get him out of those wet clothes. We don’t want him to get sick. Chim, Hen, and I will go find Buck.”

Eddie sighed, looking hesitant. He knew that Bobby was right, that they should get home and Christopher needed to get into clean, dry clothes because who knows how long Buck was going to be out— if this even was Buck— so it made perfect sense to go home first. But knowing that logically and knowing that emotionally were two different things. His head was telling him to take Christopher home, his heart was telling him to go to Buck, to make sure he was okay.

no pressure tagging: @bigfootsmom, @maygrantgf, @genderqueerbuck, @princessfbi, @heartbeatdiaz, @monsterrae1, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @useramor, @firsttobleed, @buckitup, @housewifebuck, @theyarnmaidstale, @shortsighted-owl, @panbuckley, @devirnis, and @roy-kents 💖

#i've been in a writing slump lately so if y'all could send some inspiration my way i'll kiss you on the mouth #my tsunami fic #jess.writes #my writing #my wips #seven sentence sunday #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #bobby nash #buddie #buddie wip #the buckley diaz family #911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 wip

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randomgentlefolk · 4 months

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CPC CHAPTER 164

I'm crying on the ground. Sobbing with my cat yet again. I feel so peaceful and destroyed at the same time.

Lambcat really said we should start the year with a breakdown huh

I'm gonna hold my breakdown until I talk about the moment.

Lance to the rescue!! Man I love that guy. I also really love how he looks in the panel I put as my pfp. He looks so soft and gentle :')

The interaction between Lance and Lorena is rising my hope that they will still be friends after the chaos ends.

This did caught me off guard lmao 😭 I'm sorry for saying this but is he implying that he has a thick skull because nahh he did himself dirty

Y'ALL IT'S THE MOMENT WE'VE (or at least me haha) ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. Lance!!! Fighting against his kingdom!!! I'm so proud of him YOU GO LANCE!!!

Huge respect for Lance and his friends tho for CARRYING THAT HUGE PILLAR LIKE WHAT. Remember when I said something along the line of "if Frederick say he's weak while he can carry an entire llama, then I'm terrified of what Lance can do"? Yea this just proved my point.

Also I'm going to keep saying that Lance is going to have a sick scar with that x mark.

I once again wonder what is the legal age for alcohol in cpc? In US and the country I live in, the legal age is 21. But I think it's 18 in UK right? If it's 18 in cpc then that makes sense because Lance is 19 and Blaine is 20 (i'm saying this because of the beer pong comment by Lance's friend)

Sheesh, I hope Leland will be defeated from the king position soon. I don't want anyone to be executed. That would be disturbing.

Oooh!! Syrah and Saffron probably showing their fighting skill in the future episodes??? I hope so!!

Thank you Maria! It's nice to see that The pastel siblings now believe that Frederick truly loves Gwen.

Feeling like your legs are paralyzed whenever you're gonna face something you're terrified of is so real :( you can do it, Frederick! I believe in you!!

LELAND CHILL???? MAN YOUR HANDS ARE BLEEDING. Eat a snickers damnit. You're not you when you're going through a heart break xd

Oh. Okay. Ouch. Massive ow. Y'know when I said how the Monika's room episode and Frederick's monologue about what he wants really hits for me? Well add this to the list because wtfff.

Aww Gwegg :( She kept blaming herself even though it really isn't her fault. What Gwen said is pretty comforting though. Them apologizing to each other </3 It really is the shit when you realize you haven't treat yourself kindly. Like when you keep wondering why everything is wrong then you look at your inner self and go "oh. That's why".

GWEN SAYING "No matter what happens, I'll never let go of you again!" HAJWHSIWBS

INTOOOOO LEELATHAE'S BACKSTORY!!

*cue 1996 batman transition*

Aww the births of The Pastel Siblings! Though Leelathae's thought during each of the births...it breaks my heart :( it seems that she view the births of The Pastel Siblings as a way to apologize for her "mistake" (in which she didn't make any mistake at all), even though it shouldn't be like that at all...

I'm surprised no animals appear at Maria's birth lol. I was really expecting for a deer or birds to suddenly appear haha.

This IS making me a bit worried though. I don't know much about child births and stuff but while it is normal to still feel pain after giving birth, is it possible that there were some complications leading to Leelathae's dead 3 years after giving birth to Gwen and Jamie? I'll let someone more knowledgeable to figure out what is happening with Leelathae since I have no idea at all.

Anyway! Finally, a close up on Pastel Siblings as babies!! I know we've seen them before in the portraits beside Jack's bed, but it's nice to see them clearer.

Initially, I was worried how Leelathae would react to Gwen, but nevermind that

I'm so happy about this scene :') Leelathae realizing how beautiful Gwen is, even calling her the most beautiful in all the land. Also her saying as long as Gwen thinks she's beautiful, then what other people think doesn't matter makes me sob. Mother love is always something so touching.

On the other hand though, it made me a little confused now on why she asked Jack to lock up the children and never let them out. Looking at one of the fast pass episode's thumbnail, maybe it's because of the witch? We're nearing the end and there are still so many questions.

And now, INTO THE PRESENT! And the moment....

*cue 1996 batman transition*

I'M. I'M GONNA CRY. The fact that Gwen doesn't recognize Leelathae?? The fact that they're wearing the same robe???

WHEN LAMBCAT SAID THERE WASN'T ENOUGH GUT PUNCHES, SHE WAS BEING FR. I don't have anything to say about this scene, but at the same time I want to say a lot about this scene. Gwen's mom telling her that she's beautiful, Gwen crying without knowing why, I'm going to cry.

But hey, Gwegg is finally whole again! True love kiss is real after all ^_^ i love how Lambcat does a little spin at the classic true love kiss. But now that Gwen is finally awake...Well, let's just wish her, Frederick, Aurelia, and Celso good luck at dealing with the officially confirmed big bad wolf/serpent, Leland.

We kinda should thank Leland a bit, though. If he wasn't there ripping off all of the thorny veins, Gwen would get pretty hurt if she still wakes up while sitting up

Yooo the newest fast pass being the final chapter of Leelathae's diary? I hope we will have our questions answered!! And the fact that there's a witch in the thumbnail...hm.

That's it for now!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc

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streamsofstardust · 1 year

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lovers 101 | j.t.k

jake kiszka x reader

word count: 8,071 (told y'all this was a big one)

content warnings: masturbating (m&f), drinking, choking, fingering, teasing/edging (up to interpretation), penetrative sex, lots of dirty talk, gross history stuff because education is important but brutal, more lingerie bc it's still hot, jake is literally feral idk what to tell you [let me know if i missed anything!]

summary: both you and jake are sick of the game. so what do you do with all the built up sexual tension?

a/n: oop I'm back. very sorry for the long wait. a bunch of people reached out asking where chapter three was and i promise i didn't forget about it. i've spent the last month adjusting to a new job and a new schedule but i promise i won't wait that long for the next chapter, especially now that it's really picking up. anyway, enjoy!

chapter 3- his favorite secret

When you met up with Lily at the car, you were visibly flustered. Lily smirked and opened her mouth, presumably to ask what went down between you and Professor Kiszka - Jake - after she left. You put a hand up to stop her before she could utter a single word, causing her to chuckle.

You were more or less dead silent the entire drive back home, save for a few nods and brief words of acknowledgement to your best friend, who was effortlessly filling the air with random stories. It was one hell of an effort to focus on what she said, though. Every thought in your brain was occupied by Jake. His hands on your body, his chest pressed against your own. His breath in your ear. How it was so easy for him to pull those little sounds out of you. He had you, hook line and sinker, and if you had your wits about you, you might have had the sense to feel slightly embarrassed by it all. But, alas, you didn’t.

The moment you entered your apartment you grabbed the bottle of bourbon your parents had gifted you a while back, taking a few long swigs and not bothering to properly pour a glass. Lily laughed loudly at your behavior.

“Was it that bad?” You shook your head in response, waiting for the lingering burn to subside before giving a verbal answer.

“Not bad, Lil. He’s just… god. He’s the fucking devil.”

“And you want to fuck him.” You hung your head. “I really do.”

“You want to fuck the devil.”

You sighed dramatically. “I want to fuck the devil.”

Lily grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, handing you one and moving the bourbon back to its place on the bar cart. She looked at you with raised brows and an expression that read so, what happened? You took a deep breath and filled her in.

– –

Back on campus, Jake was sitting in his office, the assignments he had been grading long forgotten in a pile on the floor. After your encounter post-lecture, Jake had nearly sprinted to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He was achingly hard, but he knew he couldn’t do a damn thing about it while he was still at work. He had half a mind to cancel his next two classes so he could go home early and grant himself a much needed release.

So that’s exactly what he did.

His right hand grabbed the gearshift the entire drive back to his house, his knuckles completely white. He couldn’t recall the last time a woman had had this much of an influence on his body, his mind. You were consuming him and he couldn’t ignore the primal urges telling him to make you his in every way. He was determined to have a taste of you, and soon. Besides, he had no doubt that you wanted the same thing.

– –

After telling Lily your brief story, you waited with bated breath for her reaction; she had been uncharacteristically quiet. She was sitting across from you on your bed, resting her chin on her palms as her fingers softly tapped on her face.

“So he cornered you.”

“I mean, we were leaning on his desk, I wouldn’t say he-”

“And you put his thumb in your mouth??”

“Yeah, that was, um… impulsive.”

“And he choked you?!?!” The shock at that question didn’t shock you, it was kind of valid.

You flushed at the reminder, though, swearing you could still feel Jake’s hand on your throat. You smirked and shuddered, quickly imagining those warm, sturdy hands elsewhere. You were snapped out of your fantasy - quite literally - by the sound of Lily’s fingers clicking in front of your face. Smiling sheepishly, you muttered quietly, “Sorry, got a bit lost in my head for a moment.” Lily scoffed playfully.

– –

As a thank you for taking care of her last weekend, Lily offered to make dinner for the two of you. And, rather than order take out and put the food on your dinner plates - which she often counted as her “making dinner” - she actually cooked a meal. You appreciated it, of course, and decided to jump into the shower while she prepared the food. Unfortunately for you, the down time gave you ample opportunity to think about what had happened earlier in the day between you and Jake.

You wondered if he had been holding himself back in that moment. If, had you given the okay, he would have gone even further. You were granted a glimpse into who Jake was outside of the lecture hall, when he was a man other than the brilliant and sophisticated Professor Kiszka. You were given a sneak peak at who he became behind closed doors, and now you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your imagination go wild.

You adjusted the water temperature to a perfect heat, one that instantly relaxed the muscles you didn’t notice had been horribly tense. You washed your hair, taking in the scent of vanilla and rose, before washing off your body, and, subsequently, Jake’s touch. The very thought of that made you frown. How long would it be before you felt the warmth of his body on yours? How long would you have to wait before you could kiss him? His soft, plump lips took center stage in your mind. You began thinking about how they’d feel on your own, how they’d feel training along your throat, leaving small purple bruises in their wake. You thought about those very lips moving along every inch of your skin, marking parts of you that were kept hidden to the rest of the world.

Subconsciously, you began sliding your hands down your body, lower and lower until you graced the skin of your upper thighs. You gently massaged the skin, taking the time to work yourself up before getting to what you really wanted. Lily was cooking, after all, so you had plenty of time. One of your hands moved up to massage one of your breasts, a soft sigh escaping your lips at the feeling. Once more you found yourself imagining your hands were replaced by Jake’s.

Jake.

His name fit him so perfectly. It excluded power, yet spoke to how… regular, he really was. It was sexy, knowing him on a first name basis. You weren’t just another student anymore. Now there was a budding rapport, one that you hoped would result in you finding your way into his bed. Or hell, bent over the desk in his private office. The thought of that instantly brought your attention to your previously forgotten task.

You no longer cared to move slowly, choosing instead to make use of the intense pressure pouring out of your shower head. One day you’d thank Lily for replacing the one that was originally there with a detachable version.

Switching the setting to a higher, more direct jet, you immediately placed the head over your core. The pressure paired with the heat of the waster was incredible, and you sank deep into the pleasure. Yeah, you’d definitely be thanking Lily.

You shut your eyes and rested your head against the cold tile, enjoying every minute of your self satisfaction. You could feel your release coming on strong, and god was it needed. You had left Jake’s classroom shortly after his rather bold statement, not opening any doors for something more to happen. So yeah, you needed some relaxation in the form of what you hoped would be a very satisfactory orgasm.

The build up was intense, your legs already struggling to keep you standing. But, as if the gods had decided to play a cruel joke on you, loud knocking on the bathroom door pulled you from that glorious ledge.

“You’ve been in there forever! Stop using up all the hot water and get your ass out here. I just slaved over this meal and if you let it get cold I’m making you walk to class.” God damn it Lily.

Just as quickly as your orgasm had bloomed, it dissipated, taking your content mood with it. You were close, so achingly close that not falling over that edge was almost painful.

Maybe you wouldn’t be thanking Lily after all.

– –

Just twenty minutes away at his own house, Jake was in a situation almost identical to yours, save for the roommate with terrible timing.

As Jake stepped into the shower, his thoughts were racing, every single one of them focused on you. He hadn’t been able to get you off his mind all week, and the day you dressed up to resemble him? Well, he was impressed with his ability to not fuck you in front of the entire class. Every part of him was screaming to make you his.

There was no question that he thought you were gorgeous. But your beauty wasn’t the only part of you he was enchanted by. He liked your wit, how you challenged him with that sassy, seductive attitude. Even when he caught you off guard, you managed to stay at his level, even one upping him from time to time. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him so flustered. He enjoyed the back and forth, the game of cat and mouse, immensely.

And above everything else, he adored how determined you were to get what you wanted. He especially liked that that was him.

He thought about what you might have done after you two parted ways. Did you run to your friend and squeal like a schoolgirl? He huffed a laugh at that. No, he certainly didn’t see you doing that.

Did you think about his words? How his hands felt on your skin? How close he was to you? Did you think about his hand wrapped around your throat? He was dying to know.

Jake hadn’t stopped thinking about any of that. You were so god damn close, the scent emanating off of you - vanilla and rose - so undeniably you, and he loved it. He thought about how he could feel your pulse racing, your heart begging to leap out of your chest.

He thought about how he believed he really had you in that moment. But, ever the feisty little thing, you couldn’t let him have the win. When you sucked his thumb into your mouth his knees almost buckled. The way your tongue felt on his skin sent him reeling. And the way you looked up at him with those big innocent eyes… No, he knew those were bullshit. You were far from innocent. An absolute fucking minx.

He wanted to feel your lips on his. He nearly kissed you in that room, and he was sure you expected him to do just that. He couldn’t make it that easy for you, though. He wanted to see you on your knees, hear you beg. Telling him how badly you craved him. His touch, his kiss, his cock. Fuck, he desperately needed to hear that.

He found himself reaching for his cock, hard and leaking already. He leaned his head down, dribbling his own spit onto himself before beginning to stroke his dick at a slow pace. He did his best to imagine your hands wrapped around him, but the callouses that covered his hands from years of playing guitar made that horribly difficult.

It was almost embarrassing for Jake. The way he was getting so close so quickly. He wanted to feel your lips around him, to watch tears pool in your eyes and run down your face as he fucked your throat.

Fuck. He needed you more than anything.

The thought of him slipping into your soaking wet cunt was what sent him speeding towards the edge. The whimpers and breathy moans that you’d release at the feeling of him stretching you out. Sounds that would turn into full blown screams of his name as he fucked you senseless. All Jake wanted was to watch you fall apart under him over and over and over until you could barely move, too fucked out to think about anything other than him.

The nail in the coffin for him was thinking about spilling him cum inside of you, only pulling out enough to watch it start to pour out before fucking it back into you.

With just a few more strokes, Jake released a loud groan and found his release, placing his palm against the cold time to steady himself.

In his post orgasm haze, Jake made a decision. No more games. No more subtly fucking with each other. He needed you, and soon.

– –

By the time your next class with Jake came along, you were ansty. Obviously you two were on the same page, there was no doubt about that. The question was, what would his next move be? You wanted him to have control over the situation, settling for lingering glances, sexy outfits, and trying to distract him during his lectures. You had fun with it, if you were honest, but after seeing the lust in his eyes, you crave more.

You were trying to listen to the story Lily was telling you about a guy in her english literature class that she insisted she was going to marry. The sound of a paper being put on your desk immediately grabbed your attention and you could smell Jake’s cologne as he walked past your desk. You picked up the paper - your last written exam - and went to put it away without a second thought. As you moved to do so, you noticed a large C- at the top in red ink, and your eyes nearly fell out of your head.

C-??? You could have sworn you nailed that exam. Your attention then shifted to the note written directly under the grade:

See me after class.

~ Jake

Well, at least you’d have an excuse to spend some time with him.

At the end of class, you told Lily to head out without you. You both had about an hour to spare before your next class, so with a wag of her eyebrows and a rather suggestive gesture from her hands, she left the room. You waited for everyone to leave before addressing him.

“Um, you wanted to see me?” You asked, trying to conceal your nervous state.

Jake put down his pen and lifted his head to face you. “Yeah, I did. What happened there?” He pointed at the paper in your hand before crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I could’ve sworn I stressed the importance of taking detailed notes in my class.”

Oh. He really did only want to discuss your grade.

“You did, and I do! I honestly thought I did really well on it. Kinda shocked at the grade I got.” You dropped your head in shame and couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Stupid college girl was so distracted trying to seduce her professor that she screwed herself academically. Good job.

“You need to review more, then. I know it’s a lot of material and it can be a bit daunting, but you’re smart. You can do better than this.” His voice was soft, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from feeling like he was scolding you. You didn’t like that he sounded disappointed in you.

“Is there extra credit or something else I can do?” You asked, trying to be hopeful. “Or can I retake the exam?” A C- on your belt made you angry; you couldn’t leave it like that and move on.

You still hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes, knowing you couldn’t handle it if he looked as disappointed as you imagined. But then, you had no choice.

“I don’t really do extra credit.” You felt the warmth of his hand on your skin as his forefinger lifted your head up by your chin, forcing you to look at him. Those brown eyes would be the death of you. “But I can help you study after class if you’d like.”

You looked at him in shock. “You’d really do that?” Yeah, you definitely sounded a bit too excited at his offer, something that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by Jake. He flashed that gorgeous smile and chuckled, nodding his head before responding.

“Yes, I’d be happy to.”

The soft side of Jake was new to you and you really liked it. You couldn’t ignore the swarm of butterflies making a home in your stomach.

“Meet me in my office tonight around 6. My last class gets out around 5:50, so I’ll meet you there. Okay?”

You smiled brightly and nodded. “That’s perfect. Thank you so much.”

You turned to leave, but were stopped by a hand wrapping around your wrist, one that pulled you back into his chest. Your breath caught in your throat, your pulse racing. You had placed a hand against his chest to stop yourself from slamming into him. He was so fucking warm, all you wanted to do was move your hand along his body, feeling the taught muscles of his torso and his arms. You were losing focus quickly, feeling yourself getting worked up simply by the close proximity and minimal physical contact.

“You better show up and be on time.” He paused, moving your hair away from your ear and leaning in to speak directly into it, his hot breath causing you to shiver. You felt the hand on your wrist move up your arm, his grip still just as firm. His other hand found its place on your hip, and he spoke again, this time much closer than he had before.

“I’d hate to have to punish you, sweetheart.”

– –

The second you were able to, you rushed home to get ready before your meeting with Jake. You recurled some of the strands of hair that had loosened throughout the day, applied a bit more makeup, and changed into a completely different outfit. It was rather cold in the morning, so you had originally gone with a pair of dark wash jeans, a baggy sweater, and booties, but of course, that wasn’t good enough for your one on one with Jake.

You decided to change into a short, plaid wool skirt, sheer black tights, a plain black bodysuit, and thigh high boots. If he looked at you with suspicion, you’d do your best to pass it off as you needing to look good to grab drinks with Lily once you left. Obviously you knew the truth, though, and while you certainly believed Jake intended on helping you study, you were determined to get a little something extra.

As you made your way back to campus, you felt your hands getting clammy. You probably had no reason to be as nervous as you were, but you really couldn’t help it. Not to mention you were still on edge about the reason for this meeting: your shitty and very much unexpected exam grade.

Checking your watch for the time, you saw you made it to Jake’s office with eight minutes to spare. You waited outside his door after seeing he still wasn’t back from his last class. Not a problem, you were in no rush. A few minutes later he appeared, looking as incredible as he did earlier in the day. It amazed you that his good looks were so effortless.

Picking his head up from his phone, he saw you standing outside his office, and a crooked smile developed on his face. “Early for our meeting? Good girl.” The last two words rasped out of his mouth while he was just barely a foot away from you and you could’ve sworn he said them to get a rise out of you. Heat flooded your body and pooled in your core at the simple praise. You supposed he did, in fact, get a reaction, but not one that he could blatantly observe.

Unfortunately for you, Jake was great at reading body language, and given that the two of you had spent so much time trying to get the tiniest reaction out of the other, he’d gotten rather familiar with some of your tells. So you didn’t need to be super obvious about his praise turning you on, you didn’t need to tell him at all. He could see it in the way your eyes widened, the way your cheeks flushed, and the way a hushed gasp left your lips. It was almost too easy for him.

He led you into his office, gesturing for you to take a seat in front of his desk. You didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over your body, taking in your appearance and swiping his bottom lip with his tongue. There was an unmistakable hunger in his eyes that made you squirm in your seat and you prayed to the gods above that he’d finally do something about all the fucking tension.

Once he sat down at his desk, you figured it was time to actually be productive. Shaking yourself out of your daze, you reached into your bag to pull out your exam, unintentionally giving him a clear view of your cleavage. The sight had his right hand twitching from its place on the wood, nearly moving to palm himself in his pants. He had a job to do, and while he had plenty of other things - all of them involving you and his desk - he needed to put that on hold, at least for a moment.

Jake admittedly had been thinking of ways to combine helping you with… helping himself, while on the way to his office. He knew it was highly unprofessional but he couldn’t think of something that didn’t involve at least some part of him touching you. Rather than internally scold himself, he decided to give in to those thoughts.

When he saw you place the paper on his desk in front of you, he put his hand out and shook it slightly. “No, you won’t need that right now. I already have the material you need to review.” You furrowed your brow in confusion. You had been expecting to just go through the exam, but Jake seemed to have other ideas and you had no reason to object.

He took out a stack of papers from his bag and placed them in front of himself before pushing his chair back as if to stand up. “Come here.” He instructed. His voice was deep and sturdy and you found yourself moving over to him without a sliver of hesitation. You watched as he patted his lap, “Sit down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him in shock, not sure if he was being serious. You looked around the room, unable to keep your eyes focused on him, but you were quickly brought back as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you closer.

“Jake, I- I don’t know if that’s-”

“I said sit. Do not make me tell you again.”

You nodded your head and moved to sit on his lap, careful to not put your weight fully on him, but he immediately gripped your hips and pulled you down so you were completely seated. You tried your hardest to stay completely still, having absolutely no idea what he was planning. Jake started pointing at the notes, one of his hands remaining planted on your waist. It was truly a daunting task to pay attention to anything other than your current position. He was supposed to be helpful, not a bigger distraction.

“You’re going to review what I’ve written here. Read each paragraph 5 times, slowly to make sure you’re really absorbing it, before moving on to the next one. I’ll stop to quiz you periodically when I see fit.” Okay?

His instruction seemed simple enough, reading wasn’t difficult and his method was typically how you studied on your own so this was familiar territory. That said, you didn’t…

“Jake, why do I have to sit on your lap while I’m reading?” That’s the one part that just wasn’t clicking for you. Not that you particularly minded where you sat, but still. You figured there had to be some ulterior motive.

Jake quirked a smile at you, slowly moving his hands over your hips. It was relaxing, but made you feel dizzy. If he kept touching you while you studied there was no way you’d be able to focus on anything.

“Because, sweetheart, I’m going to be your motivation.” He spoke the words as if his intentions should have been obvious to you. Should they have been? Motivation? He must have noticed the look of sheer confusion on your face because he spoke once more.

“You’re going to read and do your best to memorize all of what’s in front of you. If you can manage to do that, you’ll be rewarded. If you can’t, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

“Vaguely…” He had a mischievous look on his perfect face and you knew better than to disregard it. You had your hopes as to what he could’ve meant, but you never knew with him. Especially since he’d yet to actually do anything to or with you. You really hoped that would change tonight.

He smirked at you, loving that you hadn’t fully caught on to his motives yet. “Just read.” You turned to face the papers and began reading, waiting with bated breath to see what Jake would end up doing.

Okay, Razin’s Rebellion. You could’ve sworn you remembered that one from his lectures, but you read the passage he wrote, which appeared to be a collection of important aspects, rather than a complete breakdown of the event.

~ After massacring all who opposed him and giving the rich bazaars of the city over to pillage, Stepan Razin converted Astrakhan into a Cossack republic, dividing the population into thousands, hundreds, and tens, with their proper officers, all of whom were appointed by a general assembly, whose first act was to proclaim Razin their sovereign.

~ The tsar sent troops to suppress the revolt. As Paul Avrich notes in Russian Rebels, 1600–1800, "The brutality of the repressions by far exceeded the atrocities committed by the insurgents." The tsar's troops mutilated the rebels' bodies and displayed them in public to serve as a warning to potential dissenters.

~ Razin and his brother were captured at Kagalnik Fortress in 1671 by Cossack elders and turned over to Tsarist officials in Moscow. On June 16, following the reading of the verdict against him, Razin was quartered on the Red Square, where he was ultimately beheaded.

You read over the notes two more times, doing your best to memorize it word for word, before you noticed Jake’s hands had begun moving. Both of his hands had left their spot on your waist, slowly traveling over the tops of your thighs. Your breath hitched and you dropped the pen you’d been holding to keep your place. You leaned back into Jake’s touch, sighing at the feeling of him touching you in places he hadn’t before. But, just as quickly as his actions had started, they stopped, pulling a whine from you.

Pushing you forward and away from his body, he addressed you. “Don’t whine. I told you to read, and you stopped. Keep going.” He couldn’t be serious.

“I was focusing just fine until you started touching me.” You sassed.

He grabbed your chin and jerked it to face him. “Did you not like it? Because it sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Of course I liked it, so why did you stop?” You were frustrated. You didn’t want the games, you just wanted him.

“Because you stopped reading. I told you, do what you’re told and you’ll be rewarded. You want me to keep touching you? I’ll be happy to, as long as you keep reading.” You stared at him incredulously. “You stop, I stop.”

If looks could kill Jake would be dead right now, but he laughed at your attempt to look intimidating. Patting your cheek patronizingly he spoke, “better get back to reading, huh?”

You scowled at him and turned back to continue reading, picking up from where you left off. You still had to read this section 2 more times, and lord knows what he was going to do next. Once Jake realized you had continued, his hands did as well, dragging lower down your thighs before moving back up. His hands began moving inward every time they came back up, each inch closer making your pulse race erratically.

God you missed his touch. You hadn’t realized how badly you craved it until his hands were back on you, and even through your tights you could feel how strong they were. It took a huge amount of willpower you didn’t know you possessed to not pick up his hand and put it around your throat. There would be time for that later, you assumed.

You made your way to the next set of bullets about the French Invasion of Russia.

~ The French invasion of Russia, also known as the Russian campaign, the Second Polish War, the Army of Twenty nations, and the Patriotic War of 1812 was launched by Napoleon Bonaparte to force the Russian Empire back into the continental blockade of the United Kingdom.

~ Within six weeks, Napoleon lost half of his men because of the extreme weather conditions, disease and hunger, winning just the Battle of Smolensk. The Russian Army continued to retreat, under its new Commander in Chief Mikhail Kutuzov, employing attrition warfare against Napoleon.

~ Although several retreating French corps united with the main army, when the Berezina was reached, Napoleon only had about 49,000 troops and 40,000 stragglers of little military value. On 5 December, Napoleon left the army at Smorgonie in a sledge and returned to Paris. Within a few days, 20,000 more perished from the bitter cold and louse-borne diseases. As many as 380,000 died in the campaign, and Napoleon’s reputation of invincibility was shattered.

As you read, all you could focus on was the way Jake’s hands moved. You wanted him to strip you down, bend you over his desk and fuck you into oblivion. Maybe if you played your cards right, he would.

While you were in the middle of reviewing the second bullet for the second time, Jake pulled the paper away from you. You frowned at him, “Hey! I was reading that.”

He watched the pout form on your face, feeling warmth throughout his body at the sight. You were down right sexy on any given day, but god you were fucking cute. He wanted to kiss that pout so badly, to finally feel your lips on his, but he was determined to stick to his original plan.

“Good I’m glad, seeing as that’s what you were instructed to do.” You looked away and rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure what it was about him that made you feel so bratty but you couldn’t stop yourself or your attitude. You chalked it up to the pent up sexual frustration that nagged at you like a swarm of mosquito in your ear.

Jake’s hands moved back to their place on your thick thighs, moving at a quicker pace than before and getting closer and closer to where you really wanted them to be. “Question 1- Where and when was Stepan Razin captured and what occurred after his capture?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but right as you went to speak, Jake’s fingers slipped under your skirt. Your breathing picked up and you completely forgot what you were going to tell him.

His fingers made no attempt to stop, but he looked at you expectantly. “Come on sweet girl, you know the answer.” You swallowed harshly but nodded, calming yourself down to speak again.

“Kagalnik Fort-fortress in 1671. H-he was quartered and beheaded.” You were impressed with yourself that you could even get that out. He nodded in approval, his fingers ever so slightly brushed over the lace of your panties. He groaned under his breath at the feeling. You were so fucking warm, all he wanted was to rip the thin fabric right off your body, but he composed himself.

“And where was he beheaded?” His fingers moved with a feather light touch that had you itching for more. He was so god damn close, but he wouldn’t stop teasing. It was driving you crazy.

You took a deep breath, “the Red Square.”

He smiled again, “good girl.” Before you could even consider responding to him, you felt the pads of his middle and ring fingers press firmly against your core through the lace.

Fuck yes.

He gently circled his fingers over you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. Jake took advantage of the open access to your neck, immediately peppering dragged out, wet kisses against your skin. It felt incredible, the pairing of the two sensations. You found yourself softly moaning and grinding into his hands, searching shamelessly for more.

“Keep reading. Remember, I’ll continue if you do.”

You quickly nodded and brought your attention to the paper Jake had put back in front of you. As you read the second set of bullets 3 more times, you struggled immensely. Jake hadn’t stopped touching you and it was a challenge to keep your eyes open and your head up. You desperately needed more, needed to feel his fingers inside you.

The time passed by without you realizing, but by the time Jake moved the paper away from you to ask you the next set of questions, your stomach dropped. You couldn’t recall a single thing you read… and you had enough sense to know that was bad for you.

“Question 3- How many of Napoleon’s men died in the campaign against Russia?”

Shit. So, so stupid of you to not focus enough. No, no, that was entirely his fault. He knew what he was doing. He was setting you up because he wanted to see you squirm. God he really was the devil.

“Um… uh…” With your hesitation came the retraction of his fingers. You reached out to grab him to keep him still, but his free hand easily wrapped around both of your wrists and kept them away. “No, Jake, please. Please don’t stop. Please!”

“You want my fingers? Answer the fucking question.”

You fought the urge to groan and roll your eyes. Obviously you would’ve answered the question if you knew the fucking answer. You figured that saying that out loud would only screw you over more, though.

“I- shit, Jake, I don’t know. I don’t remember. 75,000?? I don’t know, I just- please, please don’t stop.”

With that, he removed his hand completely from beneath your skirt, and at that point you let the frustrated whine pour from your lips.

“I warned you, sweetheart. Stand up.” Not having the energy to fight, you did as you were told, standing in front of him with your back turned towards the desk, your eyes staring up at him through thick lashes.

He stared back at you, his gaze intense but mischievous. And then for whatever reason, it softened. You watched as he clenched his jaw and stared down at your lips, your bottom lip being bitten ever so slightly by your top teeth. Jake’s thumb came up to pull your bottom lip out, smoothing over it with the pad of his finger and smiling ever so slightly. His brows furrowed, and it seemed as though he was fighting with himself in his head. He took a deep breath and looked into your eyes before shifting his stare back to your lips.

Was he going to kiss you? Is that what he was debating? You fully thought he was about to punish you even more for not being able to answer his question, but maybe that soft side of Jake was making another appearance.

“Jake?”

He looked back up at you, seeing the confusion written on your face. He wanted you so much more than he could describe, in every way possible. Yet there was still a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him it was a huge risk, and in all honesty, he knew that it was. He also knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle being around you as much as he had been if he forced himself to keep things professional. He wasn’t even sure he could actually be successful in doing that.

“I probably should’ve said this a while ago, and I know it’s shitty of me that I didn’t. I wasn’t thinking and that’s my fault. I just feel like before I do anything else, before we do anything else, I need to be completely transparent.”

He’d never been this serious with you, and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. You replayed his words in your head a few times, suddenly filled with anxiety and nausea. You stepped away from him and put your hands up between the two of you.

“Jake… please do not tell me you’re married.” You were probably shaking like a chihuahua. You refused to be a home wrecker. God a married man screwing around with his student?? That would be awful, so terribly awful. You’d feel like shit. Granted you’ve never seen him wear a wedding band, though he does wear a lot of r-

“Married?? What?? No, I’m not married.Why would you- oh. Okay, I could have phrased that way better than I did, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He moved closer to you and took your hands in his, both of you looking down at where you were connected.

“You have no fucking idea how badly I want you, how often I think about you. How many times I’ve had to stop myself from tossing you over my desk in that classroom and fucking the daylights out of you in front of every other student.” You shuddered at his confession. You had a feeling that was likely the case, but hearing the confirmation was exhilarating.

“But you have to understand how much is at risk if someone finds out about this.” You weren’t sure this was even a thing yet, but you elected to not interrupt him. “I could lose my job, you could get expelled. Someone could twist it and say that I took advantage of you. I don’t want any of that to happen to either of us.”

“Jake, if you don't want to risk it, I understand. I wouldn't blame you at all.” It would suck, sure, but you didn't want to completely fuck over his - or your - entire life.

He pulled you into him, not a single inch separating your bodies. He moved your hair over your shoulder, taking a brief pause to play with one of the curls. Taking advantage of the now fully unobstructed expanse of your throat, he bent down to trail kisses along the skin. His lips felt like electricity on your body and you couldn't get enough of it, lopping your fingers around the belt loops of his pants to keep him close. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth ran dry, soft sighs tumbling out from between your own lips. Lips that were begging to be on his.

“Oh angel. Haven't I shown you just how much I want you? Haven't I been horrendously obvious?” You smiled as he continued kissing your throat, moving up to nip at your earlobe.

You pushed him away, just briefly, to look into his eyes. “You might have to show a bit more Jake. I’m not sure I fully got the message.”

Excitement flashed in his eyes and without another thought, his lips crashed against yours. You both sighed and relaxed into the kiss, as if you were both on edge just waiting for this very moment. Truth be told, you both were. Your hands wrapped around his neck while his moved to pick you up from under your ass.

Mumbling against your lips, he commanded, “jump” and you did just that. Jake cleared off his desk, shoving the papers and books to the floor without hesitation, and sat you on top of the polished wood.

You didn't have it in you to take things slow, so without breaking the kiss you grabbed his shirt from where it buttoned up and tugged as hard as you could, sending the buttons flying across the room. He groaned in response and you finally moved to feel his bare chest. So warm, just like you remembered.

Jake unzipped your skirt and slid it off your body with ease. He then moved down, breaking the kiss to your dismay, and unclasped your bodysuit, immediately ridding it from your body as well. At that point you were left in your tights, your boots, and a brand new black lace lingerie set that you may or may not have purchased with a certain professor in mind.

He tossed his head back and moaned. “You're going to be the fucking death of me.” The way your breasts were practically pouring out of the bra sent him reeling. On a different day when he didn't feel like a feral animal he’d take more time to appreciate every inch of you. But today was certainly not one of those days, and Jake borderline ripped the fabric from your body. He needed to see you exposed in front of him, and god, what a sight you were.

His lips attached to one of your breasts, sucking and biting so perfectly. One of his hands came down to massage the other, while his free hand moved down to finally touch you without the barrier of clothing. Two of his fingers slipped between your folds and you both moaned loudly.

“Shit, you're fucking soaked. Who made you this wet baby? Tell me.” His fingers felt incredible, but you needed so much more. As if he could read your mind, Jake inserted those fingers into your dripping heat and curled them with expert precision.

You threw your head back and moaned, words being nearly impossible to form. “Y-you, Jake. Fuck, don’t stop.” You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed by how quickly you were reaching your climax. You’d been so worked up from the tension alone that by the time Jake was actually touching you, you were putty in his hands, and he knew it too.

“Won’t stop baby. Wanna see you cum all over my fingers. Come on sweetheart, give it to me.” His voice was like the finest silk, and your body immediately responded to his command, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

Once you had calmed down enough, you moved to kneel in front of Jake, your hands already reaching for his belt, but he stopped you and shook his head. You looked up at him in confusion.

“Believe me, I’d love to shove my cock into that gorgeous mouth and watch you choke on it, but I need to fuck you right now.” Your body shook at his filthy words, wanting nothing more than to hear him continue speaking. It wouldn’t be shocking at all if he could get you off with just his words alone. Maybe you’d try to test that out one day.

You nodded and brought your hands back to his belt, quickly undoing it, along with the button and zipper of his pants. He chuckled at your eagerness but pushed his pants down and spun you around to bend you over his desk. His hands caressed your body with a softness that would surely juxtapose his next actions. Jake spread you open and glided his fingers through your pussy a few more times before spreading the wetness that had accumulated on his fingers over his cock. He was throbbing and needed to be inside you so badly, he thought if he didn’t fuck you he’d explode.

Not wasting anymore time, Jake sheathed himself fully inside of you, collapsing onto your back and taking deep breaths for a moment before collecting himself, pushing up, and beginning to fuck into you mercilessly. The sounds coming from both of your mouths, as well as skin slapping harshly against skin, were bouncing off the walls. All you knew was him, all you could think about was him. Just Jake and how fucking incredible he felt. The stretch was delicious and you welcomed the minor sting of pain, one that quickly dissolved into sheer pleasure.

“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking amazing wrapped around me.” He moaned out. He grabbed your hair and pulled you back, the new angle making you scream. He licked a stripe up your neck and bit your ear lobe before biting it gently. “God, you’re taking my cock so fucking well sweetheart. Such a good girl for me.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head at his words, pussy clenching around him. He groaned in your ear. “Don’t do that sweetheart, don’t fucking- fuck- I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

Clenching again, you smirked, knowing he couldn’t see it due to your current position. You heard him scoff in response, a sound that was cut off by his own whiny moan.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to cum? Such a desperate little slut. Come on baby, beg for my fucking cum.”

Jake’s pace picked up, his thrusts pushing you harder into the desk you were leaning on. You felt your second orgasm coming and knew it wouldn’t take much before you reached that peak again. You opened your mouth to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear, but you were cut off by the feeling of his fingers reaching around to rub quick circles over your clit. The only sounds coming out of you were screams of his name and an assortment of curses as you came around him.

He felt animalistic, a low growl booming from his chest at the sound of his name falling off your perfect lips. It was the greatest thing Jake had ever heard in his life and he knew he’d be doing whatever he could after this to hear that beautiful noise over and over.

“Come on Jake, pl-please. Need it so badly, want you to cum. Please, Jake. Please!” You’d beg as much as he wanted, but you could tell he was close, his dick twitching inside of you and his thrusts losing their rhythm.

“Shit, yeah. Gonna cum. So good, so fucking good.” You felt Jake move to pull out and you reached back to grab his wrist, turning to face him and shaking your head.

“Inside.” His head dropped at the simple demand. You really would be the death of him.

“Fucking hell, yeah, yeah okay. Fuck okay.” His voice came out as a raspy whisper, even he was too fucked out to properly speak. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum.”

With just a few more thrusts, you felt him spill inside you, both of you moaning at the feeling. Jake slumped over you once he was done riding out his orgasm, both of you completely spent and out of breath. After a minute, he lifted himself up, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and pulling out. You stood up, moving to walk over to where your clothing had been thrown, but faltering as your legs buckled under you.

Jake reached out to grab your arm and hold you steady, chuckling a bit. You scowled at him, poking his chest. “Don’t laugh at me, this is your fault.”

His laugh only got louder at your accusation. “You’re right. I’m sorry for fucking you senseless and making it hard for you to walk. It’ll never happen again.”

This time you stared at him, masking your worry with a raised brow as if to question if he meant those words. He raised his hands in the air.

“That was a joke, I promise.”

“It better be.”

“Trust me, I’m not done with you. Now get dressed, we’re going back to my place.”

You rushed to put your clothing back on as he did the same. “Round two?” You asked, hoping the answer would be yes. Sure, you could barely move, but you couldn’t get enough of him.

He smirked, reaching for your hand and pulling you towards the door. “And three, if you can handle it.”

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