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likeumeanit9497 · 4 months

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like a pornstar | c.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: when y/n, chris' best friend, confesses that she has never finished during sex, he decides to change that

warnings: smut; oral (fem receiving); unprotected p in v; dirty talk; established friendship; squirting; 18+

notes: back again with a friends with benefits smut (shh im manifesting). i hope the chris girlies enjoy, and matt girlies don't worry my next one shot is for u ;) love y'all <33333

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“Hey! You’re gonna eat all the popcorn! Give me some.” I exclaimed before snatching the half eaten bag of popcorn from Chris’ grasp. He tried to say something in a rebuttal, but all he got through his mouthful of popcorn was garbled words and a slight spray of kernels. “Oh god, you’re foul.” I said jokingly before wrapping my leg around his to lighten my words. “Just hush, I can’t hear the show.”

Chris and I had been best friends since elementary school, and had always had a bond like no other. When he had moved out to California a few years ago, I had really struggled with the loss of seeing him practically everyday. But since then, I had been able to come out and visit him multiple times, and it was so exciting to have him show me the new life that him and his brothers had built for themselves on the other side of the country.

In the past, each time I had visited him in Los Angeles the weather had been amazing, so I had forced Chris to explore all over the city with me. However, this visit had been nothing but rain, so him and I had done little more than what we were doing right now: curling up under the covers with some snacks and a couple joints, binge watching all of our favourite shows from high school. We were currently re-watching Euphoria — one of my all time favourite shows — as a light trickle of rain acted as background noise.

As we worked through our snacks, the scene where Maddy and Nate’s relationship dynamic is described played. I popped a handful of popcorn in my mouth, relishing in the nostalgic feeling that the show brought me, as the scene continued on to describe how Maddy watched porn to study how she should look and sound during sex. As the character arched her back on her bed, her eyes plastered to a device playing porn, I let out a small chuckle.

“What?” Chris turned to me with a confused smile. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” I replied, shaking my head and shoving more popcorn into my mouth to stifle my ridiculous laughter. “Brooo, tell me.” He whined, grabbing my shoulder and shaking it jokingly. I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. “Oh my god, fine! I was just laughing because I used to do that.” I finally responded, and Chris turned to me and raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Wait, what?” He brought a fistful of candy to his mouth. “I used to study porn too, not to get off on it or anything, just to like know what I was supposed to do.” I admitted, feeling my cheeks grow warm as Chris just stared blankly at me.

Finally, Chris blinked a few times, pulling himself out of his blank stare to resume eating snacks. “I don’t understand that honestly,” He began, reaching his hand into the popcorn bag between my legs, “I feel like when you’re in the moment all of those sounds and movements and stuff come naturally, don’t they?” I shrugged before responding. “Not for me, to be honest. I’ve never really had any sort of sexual interaction that made me feel good enough to act and sound like a porn star.” I chuckled, keeping the conversation lighthearted. This wasn’t the first time Chris and I had talked about our sexual experiences, so I felt comfortable being honest with him.

But when I fixed my gaze back onto him, I was met with a confused expression. “So does that mean you’ve never…” He dragged out his sentence, seemingly too afraid to complete it, so I saved him the trouble and answered his unfinished question with a solemn shake of my head. At this, his eyebrows shot up in what seemed to be total shock, complete with a dropped jaw. “You’re not serious, Y/n.” He said simply, and I once again shrugged my shoulders. “I mean it’s pretty common for girls to not be able to finish during sex, you know that.” I replied, to which he titled his head to the side and looked off into the distance.

“I guess so, but I’ve personally never ran into that problem before.” He replied, a cheeky smile taking over his face, and I rolled my eyes. “Oh Jesus, well too bad not all men are the Christopher Sturniolo.” I joked, unintentionally stroking his ego before refocusing my gaze on the show. The room was silent for a brief moment, both of us back to watching the show, before Chris spoke up again. “I just think that’s really fucked up. Sex should make both people involved feel good.” I wrapped my leg tighter around his. “Well aren’t you a crowd pleaser.” I joked. Turning to once again face him, I was expecting to be met with his classic grin. But instead, his face was serious; his mouth was set in a straight line and his blue eyes had darkened.

His expression was one I rarely saw, but it made my stomach tighten subconsciously. My throat suddenly felt extremely dry, and I couldn’t speak. My breath hitched when Chris brought a hand under the covers and placed it gently on my bare thigh, rubbing small circles into the skin. And my head began to spin when he shifted his body so that he was completely facing me. “You know, I bet I could make you sound like a porn star.” His poker face was finally replaced with a smirk, this one much more sinister than the one that I usually saw cross his face. He used his hand on my thigh to guide my legs open before brushing a finger just barely against my clothed heat; causing me to gasp. He leaned closer to my frame, already quivering in anticipation, and nibbled gently at my earlobe before whispering.

“Let me make you feel good, Y/n.”

He kept his mouth right there against my ear as he waited for a response, and I could feel his rapid breaths against my skin. My brain was in shambles, and I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Chris and I had been best friends for so long, but not once had things turned sexual. This was completely uncharted territory for me, and I couldn’t imagine it ending well. But, his hand that was resting in between my trembling thighs and his whispered proposition had already caused my panties to grow damp, so I threw all of my sensibility away by grabbing his jaw, drawing his face to mine, and crashing my lips onto his.

Immediately, Chris worked his lips against mine. They moved in sync as his tongue slipped into my mouth with ease; dancing around my own and filling me with more desire. He brought his other hand under the covers to grab onto my other thigh, where he squeezed harshly before using his grip to pull me up on top of him. Still attacking my mouth with his, he rubbed his hands up and down my body as I straddled him, taking care to focus his attention on my more sensitive parts.

He broke the kiss briefly to pull my oversized t-shirt over my head, before taking a moment to admire my bare chest in his direct line of sight. Without hesitation, he attached his mouth to one of my tits, nibbling and swirling his tongue around my sensitive nipples; causing my body to break out in goosebumps from the sensation. After he took his time on the first, he moved his mouth onto the second, and the new contact caused me to subconsciously grind my pelvis against his thigh; eliciting a moan from me. My erotic sound caused his eyes to shoot open, looking up at my face, before he detached his mouth from my tit to speak. “Real moan?” He asked, his lips swollen, and I nodded my head before grinding my hips against him once more. “F-feels good.” I mumbled, and at that he readjusted himself so that he was sitting up against the headboard; giving me more stability.

“Then keep doing that. Wanna see you feeling good.” He replied, shifting my body so that my core could press right up against the highest point of his thigh. I didn’t hesitate long before resuming my movements, this time moving at a much faster pace; losing myself to the sheer pleasure that the friction of his pants granted me. Chris’ mouth reattached to my nipples, but his eyes never left mine as he took in all of my contorted facial expressions and soft moans. He allowed his lips to travel along my chest up to my neck, where he suckled gently before muttering. “I don’t want you to fake anything, baby, just want you to tell me when it feels good and when it doesn’t. Okay?” I nodded my head frantically, squinting my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling.

I looked down to where my body was writhing against him, and even through my shorts and panties I had left a dark patch from my arousal against his grey sweats. Rolling my eyes to the back of my head in bliss, I had never before grown that wet during sex before. I felt my legs begin to weaken around his thigh, and an overwhelming feeling begin to bubble up inside of me. I knew it was my orgasm approaching, but I was hit with a sudden wave of nervousness that was preventing me from reaching it.

“C-Chris, I can’t,” I panted out, and his eyes were immediately on mine. “You can’t what?” He replied, gripping my ass with both hands and helping me grind myself against him. “C-can’t finish.” I replied honestly, feeling my eyes well up with frustrated tears. I had never felt this good in bed with someone before, and still, I couldn’t get myself to cum. “Hey hey, it’s okay,” Chris used his grip on me to stop my movements completely, “It’s an overwhelming feeling, it’s sometimes hard to give in to it.” He brought a hand up to my cheek and stroked it affectionately. “Lie down here.” He patted the space in the bed where I had previously been, and I obliged, resting my head against the pillow.

Once I settled myself, Chris crawled on top of me, resting his weight on one arm. He began kissing me again, this time much slower than the first, and once my heart rate began to slow I took it upon myself to deepen the kiss; pulling his bottom lip gently with my teeth. This elicited a deep moan from Chris, and I felt him grind his clothed member against my core before dragging his mouth down my jaw and neck; leaving harsh kisses in its trail. I watched through droopy eyelids as Chris’ body traveled down my own, and my breathing increased once again when he reached the waistband of my shorts. He toyed with the band for a moment, slipping two fingers under the material before looking back up at me.

“I just want you to relax, lay there, and tell me when you feel good. Can you do that Y/n?” His voice was soft, but it was the unmistakable undertone of gruff arousal laced through it that caused my stomach to flip. I nodded quickly, bringing a hand to his forehead and brushing a few stray hairs back. “Okay.” I replied, causing him to smirk before slowly pulling my shorts and thong down my legs. Once my clothing was completely discarded, Chris encouraged my knees to bend and spread my legs open; exposing my dripping heat completely. “Hmm, so pretty Y/n.” He said lowly, taking in the glistening folds just centimetres from his face.

I watched as he dropped soft kisses along my outer folds before using his hands to spread me open slightly. His mouth inched closer and closer to my aching core, and when he finally connected to it I released a shaky moan. Immediately, he used his tongue to expertly manipulate my clit, causing me to see stars almost instantly. It was clear by his movements that he knew what he was doing, and I had to grip onto his messy curls in order to keep myself in place as he continued. “Is that good baby?” He asked against my bundle of nerves, moving one of his hands from my folds down to my entrance, teasing it in circles as he waited for a response.

“S-so good Chrissy.” I managed to get out before he reattached his lips, this time slowly plunging a digit into me as he continued; causing my hips to buck. “Shh, stay still honey.” He mumbled, still working his tongue and fingers in sync against my heat. The combination of his tongue against my clit and his finger plunging up into my g-spot was staggering, and I was once again feeling the undeniable signs of an upcoming orgasm. Every inch of my skin felt like it was being set on fire, and the pressure in my lower stomach was so intense, it felt like I was going to pee.

I had reached orgasms on my own before, but none had ever had a build up as intense as the one I was currently feeling with Chris. I felt like I could explode, but still, I was struggling to let go once again. “C-Chris, I d-don’t think I — I don’t think I c-can do it.” I cried out, gripping onto his hair like my life depended on it. At this, Chris added a second finger and increased his speed. “Yes you can baby, I know you can. Just breathe and let your body do what it knows to do.” I squeezed my eyes shut from the pressure, and did as he said and released shaky breaths. His movements had the same level of intensity as before, but there was an unspoken level of desperation to them now; clear indication that he wanted to get me there.

Even though it seemed impossible, the pressure inside of me kept getting stronger and stronger. My legs were shaking on either side of his head, and my breaths came out as guttural moans. I felt my body detach from my brain, and I knew I had lost all control over what was going to happen. Just then, the strongest orgasm I had ever felt completely engulfed me, and I could do nothing but cry out in pleasure. My back arched off of the bed, overwhelmed by the extreme sensation. Feverish, strings of erotic notes fell from my mouth, and they could barely be heard over the ringing in my ears.

Mouth agape, I watched in awe as the pressure in my stomach was finally relieved by a rush of fluid shooting from my core. At this, Chris murmured “Oh fuck.” before detaching his lips from my clit and swiftly rubbing it; spraying my fluid all over his face and exposed tongue. My orgasm rippled through me like a tsunami, and left me in a figurative and literal puddle once it died down. Once he drank up all my juices, Chris planted a soft kiss against my clit before dragging his body up mine.

Once he was face to face with me, he gave me a deep kiss. “How was that?” He whispered with a grin on his wet face. Still catching my breath, all I could do was nod. He played with my hair for a moment, tranquility clear on his face, before he suddenly shifted his weight and began climbing off of me. “W-wait.” I said, grabbing hold of his waistband and stopping his movements. He looked down at me with a confused expression, and I wordlessly moved my hand to his crotch, where I was met with what seemed like a painfully hard member. “You’re not gonna fuck me?” I asked, batting my eyelashes innocently as I watched his taken aback expression.

In the blink of an eye, his face darkened once again and he returned to his position above me. “You want me to?” He asked, his face buried in my neck where he peppered it with soft kisses. “Mhmm.” I hummed, using my hand to palm him through his sweats. At that, Chris didn’t hesitate to pull his pants down, leaving his cock exposed. I gasped at its size that had been somewhat disguised when it was still concealed in his sweats, but began pumping my hand up and down as he shuddered in pleasure.

Attaching his lips back onto mine, Chris grabbed onto his shaft and lined it up with my opening. He slid it up and down my folds a few times to collect whatever was left of my previous orgasm, before slowly sliding into me. I gasped at the feeling of my walls stretching around his impressive girth, and we both moaned in unison once he bottomed out. He stayed still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to him, before he began slamming his hips into me.

With his forehead resting against mine, he watched me as I contorted my face into expressions of pleasure, relishing in the feeling of being filled by him. His gruff breathing and occasional deep moans were like music to my ears, and I dug my nails into his bare shoulders to keep him close. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good around me. Not gonna last long.” He groaned, using one of his arms to wrap my leg around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, and I felt his member slam into my g-spot repeatedly; causing my stomach to fill with that familiar sensation. “Oh god Chris, you’re s-so big.” My voice was coming out squeaky as he continued to pound into me, and he released a harsh moan in response.

I lost myself in the waves of pleasure as they hit me, growing closer to my second orgasm with each of his powerful thrusts. Chris’ gaze on me was so full of lust — clenched jaw, droopy eyes, lower lip trapped in between his teeth — I would have collapsed from its magnitude if I wasn’t already lying down. His motion suddenly shifted from one that was hard and fast to one that was deep and slow, and I couldn’t help but release sharp gasps on each thrusts.

I could tell that I was close to my second orgasm, but he was closer. His breathing was growing more and more rapid, his pace was sloppier, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. As if he was reading my mind, he moaned out. “I-I’m close, want you to cum with me.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his words already getting me closer to my high, but I knew I needed to get there faster.

Reaching between us, I found my clit and began rubbing it vigorously. Chris’ eyes followed my hand, and when he realized what I was doing he smirked proudly. “Atta girl.” My action seemed to give him a bit more energy, as his movements began picking up the pace once again; and I found myself on the edge of another orgasm. “Ah fuck, Chris, gonna cum again.” I cried out through my gasps for air just before my second orgasm hit me like a freight train. I felt my walls contract around his swollen member, and that was enough for him to reach his high as well.

Gripping tightly onto my shoulder, Chris plunged his twitching cock in and out of me; driving both of us through our orgasms. I gasped when I felt his fluid shoot deep into me, and savoured the verbal confirmation of his pleasure in my ear. Our moans flew from our mouths in harmony, and it was only once his body stilled above me that I removed my hand from my clit.

We stayed in that position for what could have been hours, catching our breath and falling into the lethargic temperament that always came after sex. Finally, Chris lifted his weight off of me and slid his softening dick out from my core, offering me an apprehensive smile. He stood up and walked into his washroom, coming back over to the bed with a towel to help clean up the mess in between my legs before doing the same to his member. Once I no longer felt like a bowl of jello, I sat up on the bed beside him.

“Well?” He asked, his tone playful as he wiggled his eyebrows awaiting my response. I rolled my eyes before grabbing my top and throwing it over my head. “Would you believe me if I said I faked all of that?” I asked, unable to keep the smile that was toying with the corners of my mouth at bay. He blew air out of his mouth and looked up at the ceiling. “Absolutely not.” He replied, and I laughed. “I hate to gas you up like this, but that really was amazing.” I finally said honestly, resting my head on his bare shoulder.

He chuckled before grabbing my hand and stroking it gently. “Glad to be of service.” He replied, removing his hand from mine and instead wrapping his arm around me completely. “You turned into my little porn star there for a minute.” He followed it up by making high pitched moan sounds, mocking me and breaking the wave of silence that had followed his last comment. I laughed, lifting my head off of his shoulder and coming face-to-face with his goofy smile. “You ever use that against me in the future and I will bite your head off.” I replied, shoving his shoulder gently. “I won’t, swear. But you can use me again in the future if you wish. Y’know, in case you ever want to cum like that again.”

My jaw dropped at his filthy words, but I couldn’t help but feel heat flood to my core once again. Smirking, I raised one quizzical eyebrow. “One more?” I asked, and watched as his face was overtaken by a smirk that mirrored my own. “Lay down and put your legs on my shoulders.”

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turian · 2 months

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floripire · 1 year

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a rough timeline of flori's canon events; actual dates to be added later.

note: the events of the show happen as they do, albeit tweaked and a little darker and more mature; the salvatore boarding school looks like a regular boarding school but behind closed doors, vampires are feeding off other students despite technically not being allowed to do so; witches use their abilities outside of the classrooms and are practicing forbidden magic, etc.

floribeth is born and raised in maple hollows (the "there's a mummy on main street" town seen in 1x12). she grows up loved by her parents but lonely. though whenever people need help with their homework, suddenly they do know of her existence and do know where to find her.

so floribeth turns to computers. she's always been better at those, anyway. she spends most of her time gaming and finds out she's got a propensity for hacking; her parents find out soon afterwards.

despite promising her parents to quit, floribeth hacks into triad industries. she thinks she hides her traces and tracks well enough. she doesn't. veronica greasley - mg's mother - finds out and orders a hit: "make it look like an accident."

floribeth dates doug carson for a while. at some point, though, he breaks up with her. then doug goes on to date joe flowers - grandson of theophilia flowers and a witch - and when that relationship runs it's course, too, he ends up with tami bryce.

floribeth develops feelings for sue carson, doug's younger sister; the feelings are mutual.

sue invites floribeth to her birthday party near the woods; her parents are out of town and it's gonna be quite the birthday bash. floribeth accepts and wears the prettiest dress she owns for the occasion.

on the night of the party, floribeth cuts through the maple hollows cemetary, where she finds derek machado standing over paige billingsley's grave. she offers her sincere condolences.

still heartbroken, derek raves and rants at her about how klaus mikaelson ruined his life. in his rage and grief, he ends up attacking her.

floribeth dies. derek freaks out, thinks he's killed her and so he buries her in a shallow grave so this won't be traced back to him and after he's done so, he flees to savannah, georgia (which will become his new base of operations and where he'll attempt to lay low and, perhaps, blend in with the fairmont family and other vampires. years later, he'll run into sheriff machado and her daughter maya there.)

floribeth has, indeed, died. but she's died with blood in her system and the transformation takes. she wakes up, panics, and digs herself out of the grave once she figures out she's underground. she doesn't remember much but remembers sue's birthday party so she makes her way there.

her throat burns, and her gums ache, but she thinks she must be coming down with some sort of cold and thinks nothing of it.

once there, people raise their brows at the state she's in. floribeth lies, however, and says she tripped and fell down while making her way here. doug suggests that she goes to the bathroom to freshen herself up a bit.

she does and is horrified to discover the black veins underneath her eyes and the fangs. she stays in the bathroom until she's certain the features have vanished.

when floribeth comes back to the living room, sue is secretly opening some of her presents already while the others are outside. despite the fact that she's, technically, not allowed to open them yet.

all it takes is a deep paper cut. sue's bleeding and before she knows it, floribeth has lunged. she drains sue dry. horrified, she escapes through the back door, leaving it open. (later, doug will find his sister's body.)

floribeth runs until she's home and it is there that she finds her house turned upside down and her parents dead.

jeremy gilbert is the one who picks her up while doctor saltzman and emma tig do clean up: the carsons (are made to) think that a wild animal has made it's way in and killed sue.

floribeth becomes a year-rounder at the salvatore boarding school. she plays video games, does minor (and major) hacks, frequently can be found in the library, goes to class and has sessions with emma tig twice a week. she gets along great with dorian williams and mr springthorpe but doesn't get along with ms featherwood. (later, when amber bradley takes over the position from emma, it takes floribeth a bit to warm up to her but she does so eventually.)

she reads up on and studies compulsion, headdives and reverse headdives which becomes her specialty. she also starts compiling data and researching eastern and non-western vampires. and once malivore enters the picture, she researches that, too. floribeth has a running theory that malivore is part of a place called the dark dimension but has no substancial way to prove it and she's not about to ask hope to recount her malivore experiences.

she befriends faith cassidy, mia hirsch and loren bennett: they become known as the anti squad and lean on each other throughout the years. floribeth's feelings regarding the super squad are complicated.

she also befriends wade rivers and druscilla - the latter becomes her roommate until they have a falling out (because druscilla wants loren in her coven and has preconceived and prejudiced notions) and faith becomes her new (and favorite) roommate.

and after four tumultuous years, floribeth finally graduates from the salvatore school with high marks.

all throughout her school years but especially post salvatore, floribeth digs into her own family history: she finds out that her mom, selena harman-dalisay, was actually a big player in the supernatural community up until she lost her younger sisters; she bound her powers and chose to drink from the cup of lethe to forget all about the supernatural world and those in it. floribeth tentatively reaches out to her cousins thea and blaise and their grandmother.

post salvatore, floribeth goes on a roadtrip with jed to help him find his sisters. on the list of places to hit are new orleans (because of the mikaelsons and the french quarter); shreveport, louisiana (because floribeth wants to visit fangtasia) and chance harbor, washington (because that's selena's home town and maybe the chance harbor circle has some answers regarding floribeth's family and jed's sisters).

whilst on the roadtrip, derek pops back up, intent on destroying not only his progeny but also hope mikaelson.

to achieve this, derek is working together with veronica greasley and burr. he is also working together with doug carson, joe flowers and tami bryce. everyone's pooling their resources together.

doug, joe and tami have all become hunters and they lure floribeth, jed and his sisters back to maple hollows so doug can kill floribeth and avenge his sister and countless of others like her by using liquid sunlight in a bottle to burn them from the inside out, malivore bullets and uv bullets.

#long post /#floribeth dalisay / headcanons; metas and world building.#floribeth dalisay / character study.#//at this point i'm taking inspo from a lot of diff vampire shows and media and stuff #//but yeah i figured it'd be fair game to rope true blood into this #//the first kill thing is just coincidence bc it's been said on the wikia that sheriff machado has taken up a job in savannah georgia #//and guess where first kill is set? ;P #//lmao i feel like doug and joe and tami and derek and veronica and burr pooling their resources together sort of makes them triad 2.0.#ooc.

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emisloves · 1 month

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hii cld i request a study session won w reader (can make it nsfw iyw :p)? thankuu smm i love ur works <33

SCANDALOUS DISTRACTIONS ✦ Y.JW

PAIRING. tutor!jungwon x fem!reader

GENRE. mdni, explicit content, minimal plot

WARNINGS. smut, meandom!won, dacryphilia, manhandling, dry humping, unprotected sex (a big no), doggy, reverse cowgirl, clit pinching, pussy slapping, mirror sex (?), mirror kink, jungwon has a sort of tit kink, reader implied to have big boobs, degradation kink, nicknames (slut, whore, princess etc.), squirting, slight aftercare, mentions of a plan B pill (please just use a condom instead), let me know if I missed anything!

WORD COUNT. 2.8k

A/N. hi love, ik you wanted a study session and not a tutoring sesh, but I realized that pretty late- for which, i apologize. also the plot in this was definitely probably not what you had in mind- hope you like this nonetheless <33 also this is extremely late sorry about that-

“...And that's how you solve– are you even listening to me?”

You snapped out of your daze, blinking rapidly. Truth to be told, you hadn’t been listening. How could you, when your tutor was wearing such scandalous clothes?

Jungwon sighed. It was pretty obvious you weren’t listening, given by how you were staring at him– more specifically, his arms and his lap.

He didn’t know why he agreed to tutor you– was it the way you were begging him with those cute doe eyes of yours, while your cleavage was on full display?

Or was it because of those concerningly short skirts that you wear?

Either way, he was pissed. Pissed at how you kept staring at him instead of listening to his explanations– yes, financial accounting was hard, it was boring– but certainly anyone with a little bit of a brain could do it?

Well clearly you lacked the brains for it, since all you had been doing since you came to his house for the tutoring session was stare at his ‘scandalous clothes’– the clothes in question being a white sleeveless polo and gray sweatpants.

Okay, maybe his clothes weren't the ideal choice for a study session– but hey, you were the one to blame here– you came half an hour earlier, catching him off guard, not giving him any time to change. But even so, your goal here was to study, so why weren’t you doing that?

He glared at you, noticing that you were zoning out again, your gaze on his biceps. He rolled his eyes, before snapping his fingers in front of you, effectively breaking your daze. “Stop staring at me and try to do something at least. I’m trying my best to teach you here, but I can’t really do that without your cooperation.”

You bit your lip, feeling a little ashamed of yourself. “S-Sorry– it’s just that– uhm– your outfit is uh– very distracting.”

He smirked slightly at the way you said it, your voice soft and fluttery. He knew why you were distracted, but hearing you say it? It just made him feel more– in charge of the situation. The cute way you said it didn’t help at all, your voice sending blood rushing straight to his cock– something that would be pretty evident, given his ‘scandalous’ clothing choice.

He leaned closer to you, his breath hitting your face. “Yea? Is my outfit distracting you? So much that you can’t even concentrate on what I’m saying?”

Your eyes widened at the sudden proximity, your mouth running dry. The only things you could focus on was how ravishing he looked this close, how badly you wanted to kiss that sexy smirk off his face– how loudly your heart was thumping in your ears.

His tongue slithered out, swiping over his bottom lip, wetting it with his saliva– slowly, tantalizingly. He looked at you up and down. “You know– your outfit doesn't really leave much to the imagination either. I mean– look at this–” He slapped your bare thigh harshly, your startled gasp echoing across the room. “Such a tiny little skirt, it's like you're begging to get fucked like the whore you are. But that's exactly what your intention is, isn't it, you dumb slut?”

You gulped, your panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably. His words and actions just made you wetter and wetter, slick starting to drip out of your folds and staining your panties.

Jungwon tilted his head teasingly, a smirk adorning his face. He suddenly shoved his hand under your extremely tiny excuse of a skirt, cupping your clothed pussy. He groaned slightly at how wet you were. “Fuck baby– you're dripping– is this why you asked me to tutor you? Because you wanted to get fucked? Because you are a stupid little whore that can't think without a dick to keep you warm? Hm? Is that why?”

You let out a shocked gasp, your eyes as wide as saucers. You clenched around nothing at his words, more slick gushing out of you, soaking your panties completely, dripping onto his hand. You whined slightly, bucking your hips into his hand for more pressure. “W-Wonnie please–”

His breath hitched at the nickname, his cock straining even more against his sweatpants. He let out a slight growl, taking his hand off your pussy, making you let out a loud whine. Tears of frustration formed in your eyes, but before you could say anything, a gasp left you at the feeling of him grabbing you by the waist. He lifted you into his lap, manhandling you into straddling him, or rather, straddling his cock that was almost pathetically straining through his sweatpants. He pushed you down onto him, making you let out a whine at the friction, eliciting a small groan from him. “Fuck princess– you feel that? Feel how hard I am for you?”

You let out a whine, trying to grind on him, only for him to tighten his grip on your hips, preventing you from moving. He let out a small growl. “Don't you dare move. Not unless you admit that you only get this wet for me– I'm the only one who should get you this wet, no one else.”

You whimpered. “P-Please Wonnie I p-romise– you're the only one who gets me this wet, n-no one else– please– please do something, please–”

He groaned. “F-Fuck angel, you have no idea what you do to me– begging like a fucking slut that just needs to be stuffed with a dick– if you want it so bad, take it– but I won't be helping you.”

Your eyes widened. “B-But–”

He glared at you through stern eyes that left no room for argument. “No buts princess. If you want it, you better work for it.”

You gulped, your shoulders drooping in resignation. You placed your hands on his shoulders for balance, before starting to rock your hips back and forth, starting to grind on him. He let out a small moan, leaning back, supporting his weight on his forearms.

You increased your pace, strings of moans and curses starting to spill from your lips. He watched you with hooded eyes, biting down on his lip to prevent his own noises from escaping, wanting to hear you loud and clear. He let out a small groan, throwing his head back, eyes rolling up, feeling your slick seep into his pants, through his boxers, making direct contact with his cock. He looked at your already fucked out face, your pupils blown out, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes.

He grabbed your hips, before dragging you across his lap harshly, making you let out a startled gasp. Your clit dragged across the fabric of your panties, making loud whines fall from your lips at the friction. He groaned slightly at how pretty you sounded, before dragging your hips on his even more harshly.

You buried your head in his neck to muffle your whines, which increased substantially due to his actions. He was quick to notice it, immediately stopping his movements, before grabbing you by the hair, pulling your head up. You let out a pained moan, tears of frustration building up in the corner of your eyes. He sneered at the sight of your tears, even if his cock twitched under you, unable to hide his actual reaction. He fisted your hair tightly. “Don't you fucking dare hide those cute little sounds of yours. I want to hear you whining and moaning loudly like the little slut you are, without hiding them, so don't you dare try to hide them from me.”

You whimpered in pain from how tightly Jungwon was clutching your hair, making a tear slide down your cheek. As soon as he noticed it, his cock twitched under you again, making him suck in a breath. Unable to control himself, he leaned towards your face, immediately licking the tear off, humming at the salty taste.

He smashed his lips on yours, rocking your hips on his, hinting you to start grinding on him again. His kiss was messy, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouths, smearing all over your chins– but neither of you could bring yourselves to care, too engrossed in the feeling of each other's lips. You continued to grind on him at a fast pace, whining at the friction. You could feel the band in your stomach tighten, signaling that you were close. You picked up your pace, your whines turning up a pitch, alerting him of how close to the edge you were.

Just as the band in your stomach was about to snap, the pleasure was ripped away from you, just as quickly as it was given. You felt yourself get manhandled onto your stomach, his hand desperately grabbing at your now completely drenched panties, before completely ripping them off. If you weren’t so desperate to be filled up, you would have definitely done more to protest at the loss of your panties, than just let out a whine of indignation.

Your little whine earned you a sharp slap on your soaked pussy, a wet slapping sound accompanied by your gasp resounding through the entire room. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing at his actions, the cool air of the room that was making contact with your bare pussy not helping in the slightest.

You let out a lewd moan at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit, before letting out a yelp as he pinched it. “What a fucking slut, letting me do whatever I want to you– so fucking wet too, dripping all over my hand–” He delivered a sharp slap to your pussy, making you let out a sharp gasp, clenching around nothing.

Your excitement rose at the sound of shuffling behind you. Was he finally going to give you what you needed to satisfy your throbbing core?

Your thoughts were cut off at the feeling of something prodding at your entrance. His mushroom tip made contact with your clit, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through you. You let out a loud moan, unconsciously bucking your hips into his. He let out an almost menacing chuckle, leaning down so that his chest touched your back, whispering in your ear. “Impatient little whore, aren't you? So fucking desperate to be filled up?”

You let out a small whine, his degrading words sending tingles straight to your pussy. He was unamused, delivering another slap to your pussy. “Words, princess. I need to hear you speak like the desperate little slut you are.”

You let out a choked whimper, your words stumbling over each other. “W-Wonnie please– please fuck me– hurts so bad please–”

That was the green light Jungwon needed. He quickly aligned himself with your entrance, before swiftly burying himself inside to the hilt. You let out a loud gasp, feeling his mushroom tip stretch you out, making you squirm slightly, trying to adjust to his size. He was having any of that, immediately holding your hips to keep you still, his hand going under to swiftly pinch your clit, making flinch slightly, clenching around him tightly. With a small groan, he spoke. “Fuck baby– aren't you absolutely adorable, squirming about? Stay fucking still before I decide to not let you cum at all–”

You gulped slightly at his threat, trying to stay still, despite your pussy throbbing around his length, practically begging him to move– he relented, pulling out almost completely, before snapping his hips into yours, balls slapping against your clit. His mushroom tip was stretching you out nicely, the pleasure from the stretch overtaking the pain from it. He continued to snap his hips into yours at a fast pace, small grunts leaving him every time. Your hands shook as they tried to support your weight, threatening to crumble under you.

His hand slipped under your tiny crop top, slipping under your bra to pinch and twist your hardened nipple, loud gasps and mewls escaping you. He groaned at the sounds leaving your pretty little mouth, snapping his hips into yours at an almost animalistic pace.

Loud squelching noises filled up the room from where your hips were meeting, your slick gushing out of you and around his cock in embarrassingly huge amounts. He let out a small ‘fuck’, before holding your hair in a vice grip with one hand, before yanking on it, pulling you upwards, your back flush to his chest, making you let out a startled gasp. He put one hand under your shirt, pushing it over your tits, pulling your bra under your tits, making them look perkier than normal. They bounced in sync with his thrusts, making you whine at how they hurt. You tried to put a hand over them to stop the bouncing, making him immediately slap it away. He pinned both your hands on the sides of your waist, before ensuring a tight grip on it, preventing you from using your hands.

He continued to thrust up into you, your whimpers and moans increasing in pitch. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper, his mushroom tip almost piercing through your cervix every time. You mewled at the combination of pain and pleasure, your cunt clenching around his cock every time to encourage him. He pounded into you even deeper, his gaze into the mirror on the side of the room, the sight of your tits bouncing making his gaze darken.

His gaze traveled downwards in the mirror, watching his cock slip inside your pussy every time, the sounds of him fucking into your slick coated walls sounding like music to his ears. His gaze traveled to your face in the mirror, and he swore he almost came right then and there.

You looked hot. Hotter than anything he had ever laid his eyes on. Your pupils were blown out, tongue lolling out of your mouth, slight drool on the side of your chin. Your head was lolling sideways on your neck, looking almost lifeless if it wasn't for the whiny little moans and whimpers that kept leaving your mouth.

His hand went up to your throat, encasing it in his hold. He applied slight pressure on your neck, watching you mewl and clench around him tighter. Pleased with your reaction, he let go of your throat, before wrapping his bicep around it, choking you harder. He snapped his hips into yours even more harshly than before, his other hand pressing down on the bulge in your stomach. The newly found pressure on both your neck and your stomach made you let out a choked moan, strings of curses and broken attempts of saying his name leaving your mouth.

Your noises reached a new pitch, much higher than before. He slipped one hand under your skirt, in between your legs to rub at your clit, trying to force an orgasm out of you. His pace left you breathless, causing your moans to turn into almost screams as your orgasm approached you.

The combined effort of his cockhead bullying your cervix, his hand rubbing at your clit and his hand pressing down on the bulge in your stomach made your eyes roll back into your head, your orgasm washing over you in tidal waves, your vision going white. Jungwon watched in awe as you squirted all over his cock and hand, spraying his abdomen in your juices. Your orgasm caused you to clench around his cock even tighter than before, as if trying to push him out. But he wasn't going anywhere.

He slammed his cock inside you one last time, burying himself inside to the hilt. Your orgasm had triggered his own, causing him to shoot out his warm cum in ropes inside your pussy, painting your walls white. You whimpered slightly at the sensation, shaking in his grasp, your ears still ringing from your intense orgasm.

He almost couldn't stop cumming, your tight cunt milking him dry. He came and came, till he physically couldn't anymore, sliding his softening cock out. He watched as the sticky mixture of both of your cum dripped out of your pussy, causing him to quickly scoop it up and push it back inside you, making you whine at the over stimulation. He slowly laid you down on the bed, watching your body reel from the intense orgasm.

He slowly got up, slipping on his boxers and pants, preparing to make a quick trip to the pharmacy to get you a plan B pill, before sparing you another glance. He then spoke. “Stay still and wait for me to come back. Don't let any of my cum slip out, yea? Or else I'll have to fuck it back inside.”

His words barely registered in your head, your eyes drooping. You slowly drifted off to sleep, barely aware of his soft lips touching your own.

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