#like maybe another sleeve mmmm

[cordeliawhohung]

y'all are feeding me SO WELL in my inbox rn but i am so goddamn tired from work today ): i'll respond to more tomorrow!!! i love you all so much i hope you all have sweet dreams mwah <3

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟?”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: double penetration with toy and dildo’s dick, caught masturbating, teasing, begging, praise and degradation, some objectification (toji), roommate!toji, roommate!suguru, roommate!satoru, first time, friends to friends with benefits, caught jerking off, satoru jerks off in the living room, recorded accidental confession/purposefully confessions, vibrator, praising degradation

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @sluut4toji: HII IM BACK LOL maybe toji w prompt 11 ?

𝐟𝐞𝐲: I wanted to do this prompt with satoru and suguru so why not have them all on one post! i hope you enjoy it and don't mind

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Biting into your lip pumping the thick dildo into your sloppy, drenched cunt. Angling it just right to hit your g-spot making your toes curl. Closing your eyes, letting your lip go with a groan of Toji’s name as you cum on your toy.

He croons “How often do you think of me when you touch yourself? Pretty slut playing with yourself thinking of your roommate. What did I do that go your beautiful cunt this soaking wet.” He grabs your remote, glaring at the screen scoffing as if offended.

Shutting the tv off, and slipping his gym shorts off. His fat, veiny cock hangs well past his thick balls. So long, and thick, with a dark short patch of hair above.

He’s been wearing no underwear, explaining by you had gotten such cunt soaking outline of his cock earlier. Which got you to masturbate, to begin with to one of several bookmarked videos of faceless men similar to Toji.

He crawls onto your bed, settling between your legs. “You keep walking around shirtless in those snug gym shorts. Your cock looks so big in them even when soft, I can tell whenever you get hard. Please I want you to fuck me stupid.” Gliding the pulsing dildo out when Toji grabs your wrist.

Letting go of the toy for Toji to take over. Pumping it into your oversensitive squelching cunt. Spitting into his large palm, smearing it over his thick cock head. “You’re a sexy dumb little cock sleeve, aren't you? Playin’ with yourself moaning my name when you can walk across the hall get on your knees and beg me to fuck your tight cunt loose.” Your eyes widen when Toji lines his cock up with your already stuffed cunt.

Reaching out, splaying your fingers on his well defined abs. “Yess I'm your sexy dumb little cock sleeve. Nnng!” He quickly rocks his hips forward. Using his strength and weight to stuff his thick, veiny into your wet, sensitive cunt. “Fuck! Daddy! Fuck! Toji!” Double stuffing your cunt with your toys was nothing compared to the sweet burning pleasure of your cunt taking Toji’s cock with another fat dildo.

“Oh you're mind? Then I can fuck my cock sleeve however I want." He groans, setting a rough pace. Keeping the toy still inside of you pulsing on your g-spot. His balls hitting your ass.

He groans, "It feels like I’m fucking a tight vibrating wet pussy sleeve. Gonna make me bust a fat nut in your pretty cunt, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You want to be my sexy cum dump?” Holding the toy next to his cock, gliding it almost fully out. Keeping both fat heads inside you.

Toji groans, the smooth sound picking up a bit of rasp. Your cunt squelching with each quick thrust. “Mmmm listen to your cunt squelch. Did ya just cum before I caught you? Good, you're pretty tight cunt should be extra sensitive. I want you to feel this after I'm done with you.” He pauses moving the toy on top of his cock.

Your toes curl and your cunt quivers from the strange pleasure of the toy and cock partly swirling. "There we go, now I can watch ya cry while I use like a pussy sleeve." You're going to lose your mind getting fucked like this.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Shuffling into the living room at three in the morning. Unable to sleep and thirsty. Your quest for something to drink is forgotten when you hear Satoru moaning louder than the porn playing on the tv.

At this angle, you can't see anything but the tv. A woman similar to you is getting rammed by a dildo on a fuck machine. "She looks a lot like me." Glossing over your statement with, "Why in the living room?" He groans, and you can picture him with that cocky smirk that makes you want to kiss him every time.

"Why not? And that's why I'm jerking off to it. What you said about me early has been giving me blue balls." The slick sound of him his cock off gets faster. Your cunt is getting wetter. "I'd get off to pictures and videos of you if I had some. Since I know how badly you want to fuck me why not confess how often do you think of me when you touch yourself?" A recording of your voice fills the air.

'Ever since he moved in it's like I'm heat my pussy stays wet. Every time he smirks I want to sit on his face and drown him. Or scratch his pale back whenever he walks around shirtless. It doesn't matter how much I touch myself while thinking about him I'm still too damn horny. I'm going to-' He pauses your long ramble about him.

Your cheeks are burning more than your soaking wet cunt is. Remembering how to walk, going for his phone. "Why the hell do you have that saved!?" He stands up, holding his phone well out of your reach above his head.

Crossing your arms, huffing, "What the point! You've already heard it several times by now." Pressing your thighs together, your indignation conflicting with your lust. His cock is touching your stomach. His pre cum and lube smearing onto your shirt.

"Damn it." Pealing your shirt off, not caring since Satoru standing in front of you naked. Jerking off to a video of women similar to you. After playing your lustful confession.

"You're so mean." Pushing his chest the falls back dramatically into the sofa. Pulling you with him, shifting to straddle his lap. "Messin' up everything but my pussy. I can soak through so much of my underwear and now you're messing up my favorite shirt." He shuts you up by roughly kissing you.

Grabbing your hips, his thick fingers sink into your squishy crease. Lining you up with his cock, guiding your clothed cunt. Grinding your puffy clit along his long cock. You can feel the puffy veins through your thin underwear.

Parting your lips, Satoru slips his tongue into your mouth. His grasp tightens on your hips when you try to grind your hips faster. Whining into the kiss, clenching your thighs, and breaking away.

Your underwear is getting annoying quickly. Pleading with him, "Please I want to feel you, let me take my underwear off." He smirks, kissing your forehead.

"Why should I? How about I tease you n' not let you cum. See how horny you get before you can't handle it and you break down crying begging for my cock. I should show you mean." Roughly slapping your ass, you jerk from the sweet pain. Moaning, your cunt clenching around nothing.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Smoke drifts past Suguru's kissable lips and out the open window. Sliding his hand along this thick veiny, beautiful cock. White pre-cum pearls up on his cock head before he smears it with his large fingers.

You wish those fingers were inside you instead of you're own. They look so thick, and long. Even though he hasn't touched you, you're already convinced that Suguru could fill you up, and reach your g-spot to make you cum faster than you could.

Suguru fucks his fist, the well-defined lines of his abs deepening. "Look at you beautiful, does thinking of me when you touch yourself always make you this wet?" Sliding your fingers out of your soaking wet cunt to stroke your clit. Your cunt clenches with anticipation when Suguru stuffs his big out before coming closer.

Spreading your lips apart to show him your tight cunt aching to be full of his cock. "Suguru please, are you just going to watch and jerk off or are you going to touch me? Please touch me, I'm tired of dreamin' about you. I need you to touch me, please." He grabs your thighs, massaging circles into your skin so close to your plush lips.

Shifting your hips, he shifts his weight onto you to keep you from squirming. He croons, "I'm touching you, just like you asked. Yet you still look so upset and needy. How do you play with yourself when you think of me?" Whining frustration builds beneath your lust.

Pleading with Suguru, "Touch my soaking wet cunt. Please I'll lose my mind if you don't touch, fuck and stretch my cunt out." He swipes his thumb between your lips up to your clit. Moaning with a grin when he strokes your clit.

You confess, "Use my vibrator on my clit. Or I stuff my cunt with a dildo." He stuffs two thick, longer fingers into your cunt with a loud squelch and a groan. "Please I can't stop thinking about you." Gliding his fingers out, spreading them apart admiring the slick coating them.

"Princess I'm going to get you addicted to my cock." Licking his fingers clean with a loud groan. "Where is your toy?" You point to your dresser. Suguru's heavy, beautiful cock swings as he walks over to the dresser.

Getting the toy, turning it on, "Please Sug fuck me hard and fast, cum in me, cum on me. Please Suguru I wanna be fucked stupid, till I can't walk." Standing at the edge of the bed, looming over you pressing the vibrator to your clit.

"Your safeword is melon. I'll be so proud of you if you use it. I'll also be proud if you be a good girl and let me break your beautiful sloppy wet cunt." Gliding two thick fingers into your cunt, slowly spreading them apart. Watching your tiny cunt stretch, spitting inside of you, then stuffing it deep.

strawberry brat all works

[laiiaaa]

THE IN-BETWEEN — CARMEN BERZATTO

summary Carmen comes home late again and takes you to bed.

length 2k

contents established relationship, another fluff vacuum (i serve the people), a teeny tiny bit of angst but nothin’ crazy dw!, so many kisses, sweet sleepy moments, Carm being a good bf, so so soft dom bc that's just who he issss, i literally melted while writing this i'm so soft for him

On later nights like this, Carmen’s used to coming home to a dim, serene apartment. A lamp left on in the corner of the living room because you hate to think it’s pitch dark when he arrives; so too the light above the sink because you know well by now of his habitual hand washing; a dark bedroom with your form fast asleep, yet loving enough to cuddle into his embrace when he joins you.

This is anything but. 

You’ve left an album playing on that gem of a record player you found years ago—the one that had your face lighting up like he’d never seen before, beautiful and glowy and more than enough to have him falling for you. The kitchen lights are on, too, and there you are at the counter: perched in a stool, laptop open and glowing pale blueish light upon your sleeping features propped up in your hands.

Cute, he thinks with a warm grin blossoming on his face. 

Peeling off his coat and toeing off his shoes, he takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair as he begins unwinding for the rest of the night. He brings the music to a stop and tucks the record away back in its sleeve, and he turns the living room lights off, as well as the harsh overheads in the kitchen. He spots a few stray dishes from whatever dinner you had earlier and is a little irritated at the thought you had to cook for yourself—that’s his job—but he’s at least grateful you ate without him eyeing you to do so. He washes them by hand, wincing and turning over his shoulder to make sure he doesn’t startle you when the fork slips from his grasp and clangs about in the sink. Slowly, he closes your laptop and lifts it from the counter, handling it with care as he packs it into your bag and plugs it in so it’s ready for you by morning.

The lights are off and the apartment’s filled with little else other than muffled commotion of the city when he finally decides to take you to bed. Easing himself behind you, his hands brush ever so gently down your arms to your elbows, his chest coming to meet your back and shoulders as his chin settles into the crook of your neck. As if on instinct, your head nuzzles closer to his. 

“Hey, baby,” he coos, and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

You groan softly and rub your face into your hands, and Carmen commits this moment to memory. Adorable. 

“You want me to take you t’bed?”

“Mmmm…” you drawl, clearly too tired to think, or to speak, or to walk yourself to the bedroom. You rub your eyes a little more deliberately before he thinks you’ve come to. You whine a little and it makes his chest flutter when you say, “Hi, Carmy,” your hand reaching over your shoulder to tangle your fingers into his curls.

Carefully he sweeps your hair out of your face, and he cranes his neck to check up on you, smiling when he sees your sleepy pout and your eyes still closed. “Hey.” Another soft kiss to your jaw. “Whatchu doin’ in here so late, hm?” The tip of his nose nudges against your cheekbone. “You should be in bed.”

“…Wanted to see you when you got home…” 

“Yeah?” 

His heart is full and his head swirls with affection at your words—not that they’re new or unheard of, but that they’re constant. They’re not something you’ve ever denied him, instead being an affirmation: I want you here. And maybe it’s not so much the fact that you say those words but the fact that you always prove them. Working away into late night hours, drowsy and lethargic at the counter instead of cozying under the covers, leaning into his touch when he finally comes. You want him around, and that’s all he could ever ask for.

“Mhm. Was workin’ on a project ‘n got tired.”

He hums. “I can tell.”

The bridge of his nose caresses your cheek before you turn to face him, and for a moment the two of you let it linger that way, foreheads resting against one another as his hand comes to cup your cheek, and yours comes to circle around his forearm, like you want him tethered to you. His fingertips graze along your neck and it makes your eyes flutter shut, coaxed back into that sleepy haze that has his heart swelling at the thought of you being so comfortable with him. There’s a hint of guilt, though, in knowing you had to wait on him—that he can’t always be at home with you at normal hours, that you spend more time with him asleep than you do awake on most days, that he’s stuck between two worlds and one always seems to be winning.

And that guilt increases tenfold when you kiss him gently and murmur against his lips, voice groggy as much as it is yearning. “I miss you, Bear.”

His gut wrenches and brow furrows as he swallows it down. “I know, baby, I miss you too.” Another sweet lip lock has him itching for the weight of you in his arms and on his chest. “So much. But I’m here now, yeah?”

“I know…I just wish you were home a little more.” Your voice is small, like it hurts you to say it.

He picks up on it, how you say you wish he were home instead of wishing you could simply see him more. Because truthfully, you see each other as much as possible. In the mornings before he heads in for work; stopping by for family and having him stick by your side till he’s needed for service; brief lunch breaks where he runs home to make you something before heading back to the kitchen; late nights with moments before sleep—nights like this. But they’re not the same as being home all the time, he knows this. Those moments are clouded by the looming presence of his work, a clock limiting affection exchanged. They pale in comparison to a full day together.

He knows it’ll never be enough to fix it but he tells you anyway: “I’m sorry.” Eyes closed, he offers another kiss to your lips and it lingers. “ ‘M gonna figure somethin’ out, though, okay, baby?”

“You will?”

Nodding against you, a furrow in his brow at how sweet you sound, he assures you, “‘F course. I’ll…I’ll take more time off, hire new people…”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t, it’s okay.”

“Stop that. You’re important to me.” I love you. “I’ll make it work.” More than I can wrap my head around.

You answer him sweetly, the way that lets him know you hear exactly what he’s left unsaid. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” He kisses you one, two, three more times with his hands cupping your jaw, feeling your exhaustion seeping through and slowly circling around the chair to stand at your side. “C’mon, you should get back to sleep.” He almost waits for you to stand and hold his hand before you’re already leaning—melting—into him again, head pressed into his chest as your hands loosely grab for his, fingers intertwined, and it has him swooning. “You need me to carry you?”

“No,” you grumble, “I’m jus’ really tired…” 

He looks down and thinks he could get used to this, you being clingy with sleep, and he rubs a hand along your back. “Mhm?”

“Mm, ‘m sorry…jus’ gimme a second…” You begin sitting yourself up again with his arms as leverage before he interrupts you.

“Uh-uh, c’mon.” Grabbing your arms, he bends over and loops them around his neck as he waits for you to cozy into him. “I’ll take care ‘f you, okay?” He smooths his hands down your waist and over your hips to tenderly squeeze at your thighs, cupping his hands under your knees to urge your legs to wrap around his middle. “Alright,” he sighs, taking note of how you’re being lulled into your slumber again as he wraps one arm tight around your waist with the other supporting your thigh. “Up you go…”

He lifts you up and out of your chair, and your breath tickles his neck, and your body slumps against his just right as you exhale a soft groan. It dazes him, knowing he misses this so often. So often he sees you only after you’ve turned yourself in for the night that he’s nearly forgotten the in-between: that blissful grace period where you’re not quite fast asleep and not quite awake, when your kisses are long and drawn out with a wash of fatigue, when you hold onto him like he’s all you’ve got. Carrying you to the bedroom, he counts his blessings, and they’re bittersweet. Moments like these will forever be cherished yet he wishes they didn’t have to be. 

The door opens with a creak and he’s careful not to let you go when he pulls back the covers. Wordlessly, he leans over again to lay you down, and there’s a bit of resistance at his neck before he lets go of your torso in exchange for unwinding the arms around him, pulling the blankets over your figure. Within seconds you’re cozying up again and turning to face his side of the bed, luring him to lean over you one more time to smooth back your hair and press his lips to your temple.

Quickly, then, while thinking of you, he strips and showers and gets himself ready for bed. A simple yet endearing routine: the shampoo you coaxed him over to, the body wash he buys because he’s convinced you snuggle closer into his chest when he uses it, towels fluffier than the shabby squares of fabric he used before he met you. It’s in the routine that he thinks of you like he does any other time of day, smiling to himself over all the little things you’ve brought into his life to take care of him—and in turn, to make him take better care of himself. 

He’s never fully understood that about you, how you make him gentler, kinder. He just knows there’s a softness in his chest when you’re on his mind—which is practically all the time—that makes the good things good. Good days turn remarkable and the bad ones become a little less so. He remembers to eat better, to check in on himself when he’s stressed, to ask you for help, to be a better chef, a better boss, a better brother, and a better lover. He doesn’t know when or how it happened, but he knows you’ve changed him into a better person. He only hopes he can show how thankful he is for you—for showing him he’s deserving of something good.

Finding you again, he climbs into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you and waiting. Waiting for that moment that comes like clockwork, when somehow, by some mechanism he doesn’t have a name for just yet, you creep a little closer, relax into his touch and tuck your head beneath his chin once you know he’s there. He’s lost count of how many times it’s happened and it never feels like anything but the first. 

His chest swells, a tender smile grows, and his hands smooths along your back beneath your shirt as he kisses the top of your head. Slowly but surely he’s lulled into his own sleep just by feeling the slow beat of your heart close to his, content with the thought that by morning your bodies will be further intertwined and he’ll get to witness the in-between all over again: your soft hands running through his hair, his lips trailing from your neck to your jaw, laughter muffled into his chest when he pulls you on top of him.

Tomorrow seems like a good day for some time off—and maybe even the morning after that.

[mikobeautifulheart]

Hiii, can I request a fic of nanami(established relationship) if he caught to in the act of trying to kill yourself. I get it if you won't do it though..❤

There is like nothing I won't write for I'm that desperate. Plus I have so many ideas.

Tw: self harm, destructive tendencies and depression (angst to ig)

They say you can tell when someone is going to commit. Obviously it isn't true.

You were the brightest person in the room, every morning when you were all getting assigned missions you would smile and greet everybody.

Nanami didn't know how you did it, always smiling when your job puts you to the dirtiest work of the world. Hell the day you stopped smiling was the day the world ended.

Maybe that's why he was so in love with you, you had so much affection to give him as he had for you, you could always smile brighter for him, laugh louder for him, all you ever did was make him happy.

"Y/n?" He said knocking on the bathroom door.

"Are you okay in there?" he said with little to no concern.

He had come home an hour ago and thought you must have still been on your mission because of how quiet the house was. That was until he heard noises in the bathroom.

"Mmmm" he heard muffled mumbles through the door, not even close to a proper response.

"Y/n i'm coming in okay?" He turns the handle but the door wont budge.

Another sound came from the other side of the door but it was louder like glass smashing on the tile floors.

"Stay away from the door, Do you hear me y/n? I'm going to knock it down"

He wastes no time before he takes a step back before kicking it the first time.

The door makes a splitting sound but dosen't open.

Second Kick.

Again, its more likely he's going to put a hole in the door before he breaks it down.

This time he slams his shoulder into it ripping the hinges off the wall and finally making the door weak enough to rip off the frame.

He pulls the door toward him so he dosen't hit you, and looks into the bathroom to see you on the floor, red around your torso, hair in your face.

He nearly took a step back in shock to see the horror infront of him. Still he went in and lifted your upper half off the ground to see where the blood was coming from.

As his eyes scanned you body you let out a groan.

"Sorry..." You said before quickly shutting your eyes in pain when he touched your arm.

"I didn't want you to be the one who found me..." You said before your mind gave out and your body went limp.

"Y/n? You have to keep your eyes open okay, can you hear me, Y/N" The longer he stayed the more of his composure he lost.

There it was, two long lines of red down both your arms. He rolled your sleeves up to get a better look.

"I'm going to get you to Shoko okay? Just hold out for me, please." He said scattering things all over the floor and pulling out things from the draws until he found bandages, if he didn't stop the bleeding now you would get to Shoko dead.

Carefully he starts wrapping your arms tightly, becoming worried but relived when you hissed in pain. He hated to see you in pain but at least he knew you were alive, alive enough to feel.

When the bandages were secure he carried you down to his car where he dialed Shoko right as he placed you along the passenger seats in the back. Even though it was late at night he knew Shoko would come in and save you.

He rushed you in watching to see if you were still breathing before laying you down in Shoko's clinic.

He waited out side and next to your bed all night, playing with the ring on your left hand.

As the sun came up the warm beams of light made your eyes open slowly.

''Morning" He said.

Nanami did'nt really know how to approach this, dose he ask questions now? Comfort you? Pretend it didn't even happen?

"Kento..." You said, voice groggy.

"Yes"

You reached your arm up to caress his face, a shooting pain ran down your arm and you gasped slightly before feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes.

"You shouldn't really use your arms right now" He said holding your hand to his face.

"Ken...I'm sorry I didn't want you to find me like that, I never wanted tou to suffer because of me I-im so sorry." You said letting the tears go.

"Shhh, you don't have to think about that right now, your being put on a break. No working for 2 weeks, then we can talk okay?"

You nodded trying to hold back your tears as he pressed a kiss you your cheek.

But really he felt more insecure. Was he not enough? No. He just kept taking. Your smile, your laughter and your happiness.

From this day on he would give you everything he could, anything for your happiness.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: If you don't like he ending that's cool because I have a similar fic here with a sadder ending, it's appart of my 5 stages of greife series.

[sweetestofchaos]

let me keep you warm | p.sh

baby baby baby like like savoring this feeling gently close yours eyes and just focus on me like now

❅ seonghwa x reader

❅ prompt: “Are you cold?” “A little bit but I’ll be okay.” “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

❅ wc: 1.4k

❅ warnings: fluff - smut - kissing - semi-public sex - car sex - creampie

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @jjungkookislife. B!!! My sweet, sweet friend. Thank you so much for sending in another request. I haven't written for Seonghwa in soooo long. Ahhh, I was very excited to work on this. I hope you enjoy it! Also, happy new years eve!!!

❅ song lyrics above are 'Just Me And You' by Taemin

❅ fuzzy line, snowflake, mdni and support dividers made by @benkeibear

❅ send in your own requests here

Due to the sudden power outage from the snow, your plans for the night were canceled. The restaurant that Seonghwa booked had called to let you know that they were closing early for the night and apologized for the inconvenience with the promise of a free meal for the both of you at a later date. Seonghwa was a little upset but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Since the two of you were already outside, he thought that maybe the two of you could visit the main strip and enjoy some hot food while you enjoyed the night life.

It was a nice thought and you agreed with no complaints. Any time spent with Seonghwa was very much wanted and loved. Seonghwa was dressed warmly, the turtleneck he wore looked very sexy paired with the rest of his black on black outfit. You wore a beige long sleeved sweater dress that hung over your knuckles with holes for your thumbs and stopped mid-thigh, black stockings and over the knee cream colored boots. Seonghwa had gifted you a new coat last week for the incoming colder weather and you decided to wear it tonight. A fuzz oversized beige coat was just what you had wanted and paired with a cream infinity scarf, your outfit was perfect. 

Hand in hand, you walked down the street with Seonghwa, giggling as he told you a story about his latest antics with San and Mingi. You were overdue for a visit with the guys and made a mental note to stop by the studio one day with lunch. The streets were empty, a few bodies spread here and there. It was cold as the snow fell gently from the sky but with Seonghwa beside you, it wasn’t a bother.

As the snow crunched beneath your boots, you looked behind you and smiled. Seonghwa looked very handsome tonight with the lights shining against his profile. His dark hair was a little damp from the fallen snow but he didn’t say anything as he pulled you towards a stall that sold odeng and the stall beside that sold hotteok. You walked as you ate, not wanting to stay still for too long. 

“You got a little something,” Seonghwa reached out and wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You watched as he shoved the finger into his mouth and sucked off the sweet filling of the hotteok. He hummed in delight and you noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. You bit your lip and walked ahead of Seonghwa, making him laugh and call after you. He easily caught up with you and laced your fingers together as he took your hand once more.

“You know, I can’t decide what tasted better.”

“Mmmm?” You thought about Seonghwa’s words. “Both are good but honestly, I liked the hotteok more.”

Seonghwa laughed and you raised an eyebrow as he stopped walking, pulling you to stand in front of him. The two of you were standing at the side of a building, the darkness of the alleyway making your stomach churn as Seonghwa stared down at you.

“That’s not what I’m talking about babe,” Seonghwa leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours as he cupped your cheek with one hand. “The hotteok is good but I think I like your lips much better.”

Before you could comprehend his words, Seonghwa’s lips were on yours and you gasped into the kiss. Taking quick steps forward, Seonghwa pushed you into the alleyway, hidden away from people on the street. His lips were soft and warm, sweet and savory from the mix of food shared between the two of you. Pressed against the side of the building, you felt your fingers lose their grip on the food as you body moved on autopilot to tangle your fingers into Seonghwa’s dark hair. His lips mapped pathways on your exposed skin up to your ear where he panted heavily. 

“We should head home.”

The words were whispered and you nodded your head in agreement. The way your panties started to stick to your core, you knew you couldn’t walk comfortably. The smile on your boyfriend’s lips was wicked as he kissed you one last time and pulled you back onto the street. His hand held yours tightly as the two of you practically sprinted to the car. You noticed the snow on the car and smiled, pulling your hand out of Seonghwa’s grip as he unlocked the doors.

You reached out with your index finger and made a heart, smiling to yourself as Seonghwa came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You’re cute,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss below your ear. “Now get your ass in the car.” As he led you to the front of the car, you shivered and he frowned. “Are you cold?” 

“A little bit but I’ll be okay.” You promised as you rubbed your thighs together. Maybe the dress was a bad idea after all.

Seonghwa looked around the deserted street and redirected you to the back door of the car. “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

You turned to look at your boyfriend with wide eyes and he smirked, “Go on now, baby.” He held open the door and you shivered once more, this time from his dark eyes as you slid into the backseat of the car. He started the car with his push-to-start and easily turned on the heat. Seonghwa looked around once more before he jumped in after you. His hand and lips wore on you the moment the door slammed shut behind him, you were stripped of your coat and scarf, your dress bunched at your waist in the blink of an eye.

“Can’t have my baby getting a cold now, can I?” Seonghwa questioned and you knew it was a shit excuse to get you in his lap. You shook your head and whined as he ripped your stockings in the center. “I’ll buy you new ones, love.”  He helped you straddle his lap and your hands found his shoulders, holding yourself up as Seonghwa quickly unbuckled his belt and pants. He pulled them down far enough to pull his cock free from his boxers and gripped the base with his fist.

“Go head, baby. Warm yourself up.”

His words made your core clench around nothing, just the thought of him inside you had a gush of arousal pour from your center. You impaled yourself on Seonghwa’s dick, the both of you moaned in union as the stretch and warmth sent pleasure shooting up your spines. 

“Shit, baby!” Seonghwa breathed out as you started to rock your hips back and forth. There wasn’t a lot of space to work with but it was enough to get the job done. Fingers dug into the meat of your ass and you threw your head back as Seonghwa started to bounce you on his dick. 

The scent of sex quickly filled the small space, your hot breath fogged the windows and your moans were thankfully muffled inside the car as Seonghaw brought you closer and closer to release. Sweat gathered at your hairline, collected underneath the material of your dress and you felt lightheaded. Seonghwa licked at your neck, nipped at your throat and whispered such filth in your ear as you rode him. The car rocked with your movements and Seonghwa smirked against your skin. He saw shadows coming closer to the car but he didn’t care. Let them look, he was the only one that could make you feel this good. 

Your walls tightened around him and Seonghwa cursed feeling the way his balls tightened, he was close. “Come for me, baby. Make a mess all over my cock.”

His words were a trigger, the switch was flipped and you cried out as you were pulled under wave after crashing wave. Seonghwa grunted and started to thrust his hips upward, pulling you down to meet him. He came soon after with your name falling from his lips and groaned as you settled in his lap, catching your breaths. The sounds of the outside were muffled but you could hear people’s voices. You tried to lift your head to see how close they were but Seonghwa hugged you tightly against him.

“Relax, baby,” he muttered against your hair as he kissed your temple. “No one can see inside right now.”

[leavingsunsets]

"ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ?"

[ɢᴇɴ ᴀꜱᴀɢɪʀɪ 𝗑 𝖦𝖭!𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱]

"What kind of flower you'd be?" you ask, giving him a confused look.

"What's with the sudden question?"

Gen merely tilts his head with an amused expression. "I'm just curious. You've been looking at flowers lately, haven't you?" he queries, but still keeps his gaze on the shimmering surface of the water.

"A little birdie told me you're well versed in flower language too."

Your eyes roll in exasperation. "I bet it was tattletale Chrome who told you."

"Maybee~" he teases.

Sighing, you plant your hands on your hips. "Listen, I'm not an expert at it, I only know the few basics. Like roses, sunflowers, orchids, and stuff like that."

"That's still sufficient enough, you know? Besides, I'm not asking for a whole arrangement. Just one, one you think would describe me the most." he assures, smiling at you patiently, and tucking his hands into his sleeves.

The way he springs up this question out of nowhere is weird, but not too odd. Maybe he really is just curious? You put that thought aside for now and focus on thinking of flowers instead.

"I think..." you mutter, cupping your chin pensively in thought. Your gaze lifts up to the clear sky while you sift through your memories.

"....A Gardenia."

Gen blinks, eyes widening slightly in surprise. "A Gardenia...?"

Then, he breaks into a awkward chuckle. "How does a Gardenia make you think of me?"

At this question, you turn your head away. The reasoning was quite embarrassing, but you knew that you couldn't leave the mentalist unanswered.

"Uhm, clarity... hope, and... yeah." you mutter out, sweating.

"Hm. I don't really know what a 'yeah' is." the man drawls, amused.

"You... You get what I mean!"

"Mmmm. No, I don't."

Scoffing, you cross your arms. "Liar. Weren't you the one who started going on about flower language in front of Hyoga?"

"Well, there's just sooo many flowers... Can't you remind what Gardenias mean again?" he says cheekily.

Groaning, you bury your face in your hand. "C'mon man. You know."

"I'm afraid you'll have to spell it out for me." the mentalist says with a smug smirk on his face.

At this point, you're tired of the roundabouting. Groaning even louder, you turn your head to the side, away from him.

"...It means 'you're lovely'." a dust of pink coats your cheeks in embarrassment as you say this.

"Aweee, was that so hard to sayyy~?" Gen teases loudly, going all up in your side. "You could've just went on and said you liked me~!"

"Wh- I DIDN'T SAY THAT!" you nearly screech at him, face erupting in a bright shade of red as you stumble back. The man cackles at your reaction.

"Ohh, but you're mushy enough to tell me I'm lovely?" he leans in, sporting an even more smug look.

You roll your eyes in exaggerated exasperation. "Don't inflate your head over it. It was just a random pick."

"Ho, you say, but the fact remains that that was the first thing you thought of when asked what flower I reminded you of, the most."

"Okay, and?" You argue, feeling defensive.

"A red Camellia."

His voice suddenly changes, turning a little softened, though still confident in tone. This makes you pause, raising a brow. "What about red Camellias?"

"It reminds me of you."

It's silent, for a little while. Your face is blank, staring. Gen seems to get even more hesitant as the seconds tick by, a tint of regret in his face.

"Uhm, and they mean...?" you speak up, breaking the silence.

Gen blinks in confusion, as if he hadn't expected you to ask. "O-oh, you don't know what they mean?"

"I did tell you I only knew some floriography."

He nods, in a daze, as if in realization. "Oh... I see, I see..."

If you weren't mistaken, his expression seems to be a mix of relief, but also a tinge of disappointment. Though, he quickly shakes it off once he snaps out of it.

"Aha, well, I would tell you! Buuuut I think I heard Kohaku calling for us already! Seems Senku's got another session of grueling labor awaiting us, huh?" he rambles suddenly, shifting the topic. His gestures are weirdly exaggerated, but you dismiss it for the bigger topic.

You groan, already getting flashbacks to the torturous furnace pumping.

"Ghh, please, just let it be something else, like an announcement or something..."

Gen shrugs, already sauntering off, back to the where the others were. "Well, we have to get back to find out. C'mon." he beckons.

With a big, defeated sigh, you trudge after him, stepping off the rocky riverbank, and to the dirt path.

Following after him, you still grumble about how sore your arms would be after working, again.

"I should treat myself to like, 10 fruits after this, as reward." you keep on mumbling to yourself, not taking notice of the man's unusual silence.

Meanwhile, walking ahead of you, the mentalist lifts up his sleeves, attempting to cover the burning red that coats his cheeks.

[P.S. A red Camellia can symbolize love, passion, or a deep desire for someone.]

[hick4hire]

Striker has appeared ! What to do . . .

☆ @questionablemuses — Angel's gonna take his chances & pet. Cautiously.

The Sinner is extremely lucky: Striker is holed up in the Hazbin Hotel this month. It was a reliable place to stay, somewhat lowkey, isolated from the rest of the Pentagram, non-hostile, with good booze... and most of all? Free. Save convincing that bleeding heart of princess that he was really interested in bettering himself and that even if he had no soul to redeem— he just really needed a place to stay.

She'd agreed, and a couple days in, all Hell had broken loose for the imp hybrid. He's fucking shedding. Patches of scales that flicked off his back, upper arms, and thighs. They were tan, dry, sepia-toned scales that blended in pretty well with the rest of his body— but not well enough for him. He hated them. From being called scale-slug in middle school, to feeling like a freak whenever he showered, Striker really did his wholehearted best to keep the scales from view. So when Niffty commented on the loose scale grit that dropped occasionally, like dandruff, he kept his damn mouth shut. Hopefully they'd blame it on the other snake.

Long sleeves and long pants were a good solution... until his scales lifted and itched against the fabric. He knew better than to pick them off. He'd learned that painful lesson fairly young. No, the agonizingly best route was just to wait for those slow, awful days. It came in stages: separation— his eyes had a thin cloudy film, rendering him completely fucking useless. He had to rely entirely on his heat vision, and that only went so far. His scales paled. Then, the whitening: his scales cracked, prickled, and started to lift. Next, the worst of the worst in terms of the irritating tickling sensations: he'd need to rub himself against any scratchy surface, especially his back. He had a carpet in most of his bases specifically for it. But those weren't here and no way was he risking going outside right now. A loofah sponge would have to do. Maybe he could attach one to a stick.

The worst part? The usually mostly dormant reptilian instincts. He was a heat seeking, drowsy creature. The lethargy soaked him to the bone. He couldn't work out. He couldn't eat. He couldn't even sleep in peace. He wished it would come off all at once, instead of this wishy-washy bullshit where the segments of his scales across his body let loose individually. It made it all the more excruciating. The ONLY positive trait of this unfortunate biological reaction? It meant he'd gotten bigger. Stronger. His scales were adjusting to fit a body one step closer to what was required.

Still. He'd substituted the warmth of another person for the warmth at the bottom of a bottle, and now here he was, wasted, at the hotel's bar. The bartender was missing, but he didn't let that stop him. Striker didn't notice though, a clawed hand loosely holding a bottle of absinthe, his head laid on the counter, eyes closed. He wasn't asleep. He wishes he was. He was in some groggy half-state, too apathetic to move and too intoxicated to try.

Then... his half awake state recognizes it. Warmth. Touch. Gentle fingers through his hair, his hat long fallen to the floor. The serpent hybrid's tail had flicked, the tip shivering as if it meant to rattle, but no such sound emerged. Was he too weak for even that much? Striker inhales deeply, testing, trying to tense himself up. His pride twinges. What did this guy think he was? A pet snake? Tch. He manages to tense his shoulders, but . . .

It felt nice. Damn it, it felt nice. Striker sighs, muscles relaxing slowly. He manages to turn his head, opening one ringed, dimly glowing eye. "Mmmm . . ?" A hum of confusion, looking at Angel Dust. What did Striker do to deserve this? Why was he being touched with something that wasn't hostility? Did the Sinner want something from him? Was he trying to soften him up? Was he making fun of him? He couldn't produce answers, so he tries to produce the questions: " . . . Heeeyy," Is what comes out, breath reeking of alcohol so harshly it almost stings the very air, tone quiet and gruff, a bit hoarse. ". . . Keep. . . doin' that."

[eadanga]

The Graduate Part 1

Summary: A year after graduating Chris and Laura begin planning their wedding what new challenges await them as the wedding draws near?

Laura stood in the new house she smiled as she looked around the empty space filled with boxes of stuff Now I’m gonna do all of decorating here this is gonna be fun She turned around and saw Chris carrying the boxes he set them down letting out a sigh of relief

“That’s the last of them”

“You could have let me helped you know”

“Let my beautiful fiancé carry all this stuff? Never” He wraps her in his arms “We drove a while in the car I wanted you to rest up and besides what are my muscles for if I can’t carry stuff?” He kisses her forehead

Laura smiles “Aww Chris you’re so sweet”

“I’m just glad to be over with football for the year so we can start planning our wedding”

“Ah yes I’m super excited for that”

“I’m super excited to call you my wife” He smirks “Can’t we just get married in Vegas?”

Laura laughs as she playfully smacks his chest “No way! That’s boring!”

Chris laughs “I’m just kidding mom would kill me if I had a wedding without her” He smiles “Now that I think about it I want to see you walk down the aisle in that white dress”

“Good now should we start unpacking before our furniture comes?”

Chris smirks “We could do that or” He lifts her off the ground “We can see what the bedroom looks like”

Laura laughs as he carries her up the stairs to the bedroom

****

Laura stands in the kitchen as she washes the veggies she hears barking behind her and smiles when she sees her puppy Teddy wagging his tail “You want some don’t you?” He barks again and Laura laughs as she tosses him a some sweet potato cubes he gobbles them down Laura giggles “Cutie” Her cat Honey walks in between her legs rubbing her fur and purring “Aww Honey you’re such a sweetheart” She bends down and pets her

Chris walks into the kitchen “Hey babe do you need?” He looks at her and chuckles “Oh boy and here I thought you were superwoman you’re over here petting cats while we have guests coming over here”

“Oh hush up it was only a second”

Chris laughs as he rolls up his sleeves “Now let’s get this food all ready and made everyone will be here soon for our engagement/housewarming party

“I’m so excited to see everyone again”

“Me too I’ve missed them”

They continue to make the food for the party and set them out on serving dishes on the island as Laura steps out to change Chris sneakily grabs on of the meatballs off the island and pops it in his mouth

“Chris Powell you better not be eating anything!”

Chris holds in his laughter as he swallows “Uh no baby nothing”

“Liar!”

Chris laughs “I deny all accusations your honor!” Teddy barks then he pants and wags his tail “Shhhh this is our little secret bud” Chris sits as he hands him a meatball which he gobbles up Honey jumps on his lap he chuckles “I’ll give you all the scratches you want long as you keep quiet too” Chris pets her head and she nuzzles against his hand purring. Laura walks down the stairs in a blue strapless dress and Chris’s jaw drops “Wow you look amazing”

Laura smiles as she twirls “Thank you Chris”

He stands and pulls her closer “If we weren’t having a party right now I would rip this off you”

“Don’t you dare! This was expensive!”

Chris pulls her even closer as he kisses her neck she sighs with pleasure “I’ll buy you another one”

Laura giggles “So you can rip it off me again?”

“Maybe” Chris kisses her deeply as her arms come around his neck

“Mmmm Chris”

“You’re so fucking sexy God I love you Laura”

“I love you too baby” The doorbell rings and Chris grumbles “Damn did they have to come now?”

Laura laughs “To be continued baby it’s time for the party”

“Ok but don’t be surprised if I pull you into the closet during it”

Laura laughs “I look forward to you doing that” She blows him a kiss then walks to the door

Chris smiles as he watches her greet the guest his phone buzzes in his pocket and he sees a number he was never expecting to see he frowns That can’t be Nicole

Tags: @mfackenthal @indiacater @darley1101 @jared2612 @the-soot-sprite

[sukunas-play-thing]

Before I post my Mini gyutaro ficlet have some Headcanons 💚💚💚💚💚💚

These will have a couple NSFW headcanons as well. the text will be highlighted green !!!!!! Don't worry it's only a couple but I'll post another one with more NSFW SUBMISSIONS

also this will probably be long but if you don't mind that please feel free to read!!

•Modern AU setting where gyutaro and Ume go to school with you.•

I see gyutaros clothes atire outside of his school uniform being either grunge/punk metal styles.

I'm talking baggy comfy coats/hoodies, ripped jeans any color, bamd tees wife beater tanks and some shirts with sleeves ripped open to show his sides wearing a chain necklace and has a chain attached to his wallet. You never see him without his chained wallet or necklace.

His wallet is black leather with a authentic real silver skull.

He paints his nails either black, green or dark blue

Has a couple of tattoos he keeps hidden underneath his school uniform Shirt sleeves. Outside school he shows em off.

One arm is a full sleeve I see it being the band members of slipknot

And the other arm is just a tattoo on his forearm of the Juggalo. (insane clown posse mascot with the signature hatchet)

He wears heavy boots some studded and others plain and Maybe. MAAAAYBE he'll wear cowboy boots. Hafta be black in color or he won't wear them and he always tucks his jeans inside them. If he's on a date with you he'll wear the jeans over the boots.

He also regularly shops hot topic wearing all kinds of band tees

Avenged sevenfold ICP slipknot FFDP to name a few hard rock and metal but cannibal corpse also for when he's in a death metal mood.

He wears very nice smelling cologne. Like the type that when he walks past you it makes your head dizzy and you swoon just wanting to take a bite outta him. (You ever walk past a guy and he just smells.... So freaking good ya wanna ask for his number? Yeah that kinda good smell)

He loves his sister and would do absolutely ANYTHING for her I see him working two jobs so he could buy her (and you) anything you're guys hearts desire wants. You want that entire manga collection. He bought it ☑️ Ume wants a whole new makeup set from Jefferry Starr? He bought it ☑️ you guys wanna go to that really expensive restaurant that recently opened? Wear your best clothes ☑️ he also spent money on designer clothes for you and Ume I'm talking Prada and Versace type a shit. He takes care of his sister and his girlfriend/boyfriend

They currently live with their mother (father(s) unknown he took off after ume was born but he's not Gyus birth father) she's not very nice company so 9/10 you'd see Gyutaro and Ume hanging a little after school hours before leaving to do something before coming back home around 10 or 11 pm. Maybe even later. (They try to wait until their mom is asleep to come back home. And try to be gone before she's even awake or coherent bless them someone take them away)

Gyutaro drives a motorcycle I see him with a Harley Davidson. He paid good money on it and it's his pride and joy second to Ume. If your his neighbor, (either dating or not for this let's say not) you'll catch him in the garage working on it around the clock, fixing tires or any other maintenance it needs and then finishing off with a gorgeous chrome shine. Babes I have sparkles in my eyes.

He always catches you watching him in the corner of his eye and softly smirks to himself cockily. he'll even deliberately stretch to show his tats and muscles. Him covered in grease. (Ooooh I'm sweating like a women fanning herself during Sunday church. Mmmm 🥵🔥)

Please walk up and bring him tea or even lemonade. He'll act annoyed you're there. And try to tell ya to buzz off. But secretly loves it. Takes huge gulps on purpose so you can watch his Adams apple Bob with the motion. Sweat dripping down his neck.

Lord there is a birthmark riiiight there below the Adams too... Please ask him to kiss it. ~ you'll thank me later.

His ears are also pierced has a tongue piercing and... Also has a Jacobs ladder mmmmm 😋 but you won't be able to find that out until you both are getting down and sexy. It's quite a nice surprise indeed 💞

He fucks you to Rob Zombie and In this Moment

When you finally worked the courage to ask him out it took him awhile to accept that someone genuinely liked him enough to have a serious relationship with yeah he's had some flings but they didn't want to date him after and he fkt used to that ya see? . But After being such a dick to you trying to push you away he made up for it by taking you for a nice ride on his bike. So scenic when the sun is setting. Just you, Gyutaro and his bike. Ofc he makes sure Ume is either at home or with friends before making this last minute trip. But the action counts and you fell even deeper in love with him for it. You both have been inseparable ever since.

Talking coffee dates movie dates at his or your place study sessions together. But Please be patient with him, he just worked a double at his second job he's sorry for constantly dozing off. Really!

It's just your voice is so soft and calming it helps him finally relax. He's so far behind on studies and homework he wants to get the shit over and done with but damn he's so exhausted. EYYY I saw you finish his homework for him. Simp 🙄. The audacity (jk I'd do the same).

He likes to listen to Die Antwoord for when he's feeling ina goofy mood. Please he's so cute when he's in a goofy mood after getting his 8 hrs and some coffee (maybe even an energy drink for good measure) when he's not sluggish juggling two jobs and school he's more playful not that he isn't playful before but this particular mood he's more soft and relaxed. Happy. He'll play wrestle you anywhere and tickle you till you almost pee yourself.

He watches shows like Rick and Morty Breaking Bad and the Punisher favorite movies are Jurassic park and any film with Vin Diesel And The Rock Johnson also a huge fan of wrestling/UFC and car shows loves racing ones too.

This is just my personal headcanon but I see him smoking cigs and being a pot head. Come on the shit he deals with with his mom is enough to make a nun swear!;but if you want him to quit those he will though for your sake. You worry over his health constantly babe. Don't worry it'll be okay.

One time when his mom went to a 'friends' house for the weekend he felt comfortable enough to ask you if you'd like to spend the night at his place. You were so excited you showered put on your cutest jammies and packed some clothes and necessities. He walked around your room looking at group photo's you took over your life. Some mirages of when you went to a carnival some pictures you took at school friends doing weird goofy shit. One picture caught his eye. It was a group photo you took of you Ume and Gyutaro going to the movies to see the nee fast and furious film that came out(lawd what # we on now? Fast 50???lol) his eyes were glued to it. It was a little before you asked him out Ume had invited you to come along because you let ger cheat off you in class, you all were huddled together in front of the movies poster had peace signs up Ume in the middle Gyutaro on her left and you on her right. But what he finally noticed was you. Ume was looking straight at thr camera with her tongue out, But Guytaro and you were looking at eachother a soft smile on your face while Gyutaro had a slight smirk. Huh. ' When did We look at one another?'

His fingers grazed the photo hung up on the wall while you were rustling about in the bathroom. When you walked in you saw him looking at the photo and walking to stand next to him. You both were quiet for a long while before Gyutaro Finally spoke up.

"(Name). " your head shifted to look at him. "Yes?." His pinky links with yours. "I think that, when we graduate. I wanna marry ya. And take you and Ume away from this place."

(A/N: that's it for now. If you want more I can definitely post more!!! ^^ love ya kitty meow meows 💋😘💋😘).

[gingerbreadmonsters]

take a sip

or: he’s always had very good taste.

in which i really push the age rating on my blog - don’t worry, there’s nothing explicit, but this one is a little more… risqué than usual. gn!reader, spicy sexy fluff, freelancer being an absolute menace, gavin-typical innuendo. implied DAMN polycule, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. all my love to @slushrottweiler-blog who sent half of the fandom into a frenzy with the magnificent prompt that inspired this, and sends the other half mental with her gorgeous art! gavin enjoying the tables being turned on him in 2200 words or less.

minors please do not interact. thank you.

sluuuuuurp.

what the hell is that?

scratch that, he knows exactly what it is - what he’s less sure of is why it’s coming from the study room down the hall. it’s blisteringly hot today, so it’s no surprise, but damien’s told him a thousand times that these rooms are strictly no drinking, no eating - of any kind, you freaking menace! there certainly shouldn’t be anyone walking around with what sounds like a pretty sizeable-

sluuuuuuuurp.

wait, is that coming from the room you’re in? 

no, there’s no way that can be you. you know he’s coming to pick you up after your last lecture today, and you wouldn’t dare go and get a milkshake from the café on campus without him - the pair of you always get a nice, big one to share. it tends to be vanilla, or lemon, or banana… 

(he’s not sure if you’ve realised why he keeps picking those particular flavours, but the cute barista who does the wednesday afternoon shift has definitely picked up on it. mmmm, it had been such a shame when you’d spilt all that white froth down the front of your shirt - and the way your eyes had widened, lips parted in surprise, that little gasp you’d let out? let’s just say that by the time you two left, gavin hadn’t been thirsty anymore.)

he’s walking a little bit faster now, boots muffled a little by the cheap, striped carpet that DAMN seems to adore in this building, eager to see who’s got this mystery drink that sounds so… delicious. fuck, does it have to be this hot? he undoes another of his shirt buttons - not that many of them were done up in the first place. room 215, 216, 217 - which room had you said you were in again?

voyeur <3: in room 233, ad psych is a nightmare save me

ugh, all the way down the corridor? normally he’d just rift, especially in this sort of heat - so he wants to see you sooner, bite him - but he knows better than to surprise you while you’re practicing for advanced psychokinesis. last time, you’d been in the middle of some complicated balancing act with a watermelon and a bucket of lego pieces, and while he’s all for acrobatics, it hadn’t been fun trying to clean up the aftermath.

sluuuuuuuurp.

ok, it’s definitely coming from your end of the corridor. is it from one of the other study rooms? no, yours is the only one with the door open wide enough that he’d be able to hear it from the stairs. maybe it’s from someone else who’s studying in there? nope, as he gets closer he can’t feel anyone else’s aura in the room. is it part of your project? no, that seems unlikely, so what in t-

fucking hell.

well, it looks like it was you after all.

he’s so focused on you that he trips right over his own toes and has to (gracefully) grab the doorframe to stay upright, well, he has always said you’d be the death of him.

you’re alone (thank god) in the study room, sleeves rolled up and sweating. all of the desks in the middle of the room have been pushed away, lined up under the windows on the far side, to make room for some spaghetti contraption or something.

(he has a vague memory of damien bemoaning this particular assignment when he’d done this class last term - something about the combination of delicate psychokinetic manipulation, planning and the application of real-world physical principles, and some other bullshit he hadn’t particularly cared to listen to.)

(he’s decided long ago that as much as he likes damien’s voice, he’s much more entertaining to watch, especially when gavin’s got a different kind of delicate manipulation in mind.)

(wait, did you build that spaghetti thing with your mind? shit, he’s not sure he could do that, and he’s literally made of magic. that’s his deviant - always so brilliant and gorgeous all at once, even if you don’t seem to think so.)

fuck the spaghetti - he’s far more interested in you right now. you must have just finished - the assignment, that is - considering the way you’re draped over one of the desks under the window, right in the sun, one leg propped up in front of you and the other dangling off the side. you’re leaning back on one hand, and in your other hand is-

oh, you little minx - he’s going to get you back for this. there’s no way in hell that this was an accident.

in your other hand is something very familiar. it’s a big, plastic cup with a straw - three-quarters full with electric pink liquid, and with the words BIG GULP printed on the side.

he looks up from where he’s sprawled against the doorframe, nails threatening to bite into the wood, and catches your eye just in time for you to take a nice, long-

sluuuuuuuuurp.

the sound ripples through him, catching on every nerve, making his spine tingle and his legs shudder. your lips stay wrapped around the top of the straw, and he can’t help but watch the way the muscles in your throat flex as you swallow. condensation drips off the underside of the cup and hits the floor. oh god, you can’t keep doing this.

“heya.” your lips spread into that familiar, sunny smile that you always get when you see him, and you swing your other leg down so that you’re facing him, sitting on the edge of the desk. you cannot be trying to play this cool. “sorry, i’ll just tidy this up and then we can go.”

pushing yourself off the desk, one hand flicks a careful breeze at the precariously-balanced spaghetti tower while the other reaches back to grab your drink. you take another sip as the pasta tumbles to the floor, shattering and splintering, and - oh lord, and then you kneel down to start sweeping it into a plastic bag.

it takes him a second to come back to his senses, but when he does, he walks over to stand by your side as you - jesus, as you fucking lean forward onto your hands to reach a stray shard of pasta.

“no need for all of that, deviant. aren’t you forgetting something?”

his fingers snap elegantly, and the spaghetti disappears without a trace. you sit back on your knees, bring your straw back up to your lips, and beam up at him.

“thanks, love. what would i do without you?”

you’re trying to kill him. it’s the only thing he can think of. you must be trying to fucking kill him, with those warm eyes looking up at him, those skilled fingers folded around dripping plastic, those soft, pretty lips just inches from his- uh, the straw. of the cup. that you are holding.

(did hux put you up to this? he swears he hadn’t touched his rock collection - he’s got plenty of other toys to play with. maybe lasko, as a little bit of lighthearted revenge for last week’s lunch date? well, he calls it a lunch date - lasko’s been referring to it as a diplomatic incident, much to his deviant’s amusement.)

(no, neither of them are the type to set something like this up. they’re not as innocent as the general student population of DAMN might think, he’s certainly made sure of that, but he really can’t see huxley or lasko thinking up a scenario of this magnitude.)

(well… he can, but he doubts that they would have admitted it out loud. especially poor, sweet lasko.)

he sharpens his grin. how does damien put it... don’t get mad, get even.

“deviant, darling - you know how i love seeing you on your knees in front of me like this, don’t you?”

your fingers flex around the cup. he feels the warmth of your attraction on his skin, better than the sunlight streaming through the window. you shiver as his nails - hot pink, just like the drink in your hand - graze just under your chin.

“you must have been so, so thirsty to have needed something so… big to drink, hmmm? poor thing, all hot and desperate, waiting for me to come - mmmm - come here and get you.”

you smile around the straw, even wider than before - shit, what are you planning now? your drink sloshes as you stand up, one hand on his waist to drag yourself up his body until you’re right in front of him. 

your hand - fuckfuckfuck that’s cold!!!

…?

uh, as he was saying, your hand splays over his chest where his shirt falls open. you must have swapped your drink to the other hand while he was distracted - the rush of your pleasure that had run through him at the sight of your cheeky smile was just too good not to savour. 

he’d been a little preoccupied when he’d first come in, so he hadn’t noticed, but it’s starting to hit him. the room is filled with the lovely haze of your attraction, that delectable flavour that fills him up like nothing else. ooh, it makes his mouth water. your feelings always make him feel the best, it’s true.

(and believe him, he’s got plenty of experience with other people and how they make him feel.)

it’s just something about you - that delicious mixture of love and lust and affection, of trust and desire and happiness. he breathes it in, heady and rich, filling his lungs with the thick, syrupy haze of you.

it goes straight to his head, as it always does, and he has to shut his eyes for a moment as a pulse of wanting races through him. when he blinks them open, he’s flush against the wall next to the open (wait, the door’s been open the whole time?) door, and there’s something pressed to his lips. thing is, your lips are still regrettably far away from his skin, so what is it?

you rattle the cup again, and he realises immediately. he licks the end of the straw into his mouth and sucks.

the flavour is bright and sugary, some kind of pseudo-fruit flavour that he dimly recognises. to be honest, he doesn’t really taste it - he’s too overcome with the dual sensations of hot and cold that are flooding his system. the icy sting of your drink clashes with the blush of sunlight on his bare skin, the dizzying wash of your desire, the smooth drag of your fingers across his chest, down over his waist, over his hips-

“oh, i- mmmm, please, deviant-!”

the straw disappears from his mouth and he gets another dose of hotcoldhotcold as your free hand sneaks around his neck and slides up into his hair to pull his lips to yours, while the hand holding the drink gets crushed against his chest with how close you are. 

mmmm, it’s a filthy kiss, tongues stained electric pink, and soon he’s gasping into your mouth, eyes screwed shut - god, he needs you, deviant, he needs you now, pleasepleaseplease let him just-

“ok, let’s go.”

wait. 

wait, what?

“we’re having dinner with hux’s family tonight, remember? we have to go and pick damien up from the gym, and go and get the flowers while he’s getting changed.”

his jaw goes slack. you cannot seriously be expecting him to be fit for any sort of company, polite or otherwise, rose-tinted spit smeared across his face and eyes blown wide with stifled pleasure.

“...isn’t that why you came here to get me?”

fuck, it had been, hadn’t it? and that’s why you’d had that godforsaken drink - the 7/11 is right opposite the post office, and that’s where lasko had got the present delivered for huxley’s mothers’ anniversary. he’d missed the delivery because it had been right in the middle of his office hours, so you’d volunteered to go and pick it up in the gap between your lectures today.

“so… so it wasn’t on purpose?” he’s still not quite thinking straight, breathing heavily, and he blinks in surprise as you kiss his nose.

“oh, the drink? there’s a sale on at the moment because it’s a new flavour, so i thought i’d try it and see. plus, you so adamantly recommended the ‘big gulps’ they had at that 7/11 last time we were there…”

yeah, he’s definitely going to get you back for this. ooh, he’s going to have so much fun with you when you two get back from dinner - and by the look in your eye, you’re definitely looking forward to it. 

you sling your backpack over your shoulder, stick your straw back in your mouth, and grab his wrist to drag him down the corridor. he’s already thinking about his plans for tonight, and the spark of heat that jumps from your skin to his makes his heart race excitedly.

first things first, he needs to get his breath back. you always did steal it away. 

he can’t see it from here, but he can feel the smile spreading across your face as if it were his own.

sluuuuuurp.

this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute

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[kingdaddydaichi]

💥 pairing: ProHero!Dom!BratTamer!Katsuki Bakugou x F!Domtosub!Reader

💥 genre: oneshot smut with plot

💥 wc: 5.2k

💥 warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. Dom/sub dynamics. clit slapping. slight dubcon if you hold your mouth right. overstim. oral (m/f receiving). breeding kink. marking/scenting. creampie. possessiveness.

💥 synopsis: things which are not what they appear to be lead to a power struggle that ends in a jolly good dicking down.

💥 beta reader: @mxgenderbender

“Hey babe, Shitty Hair invited us out for drinks tonight. Wanna go?” Katsuki said, kissing you upon his return home from work.

You kissed him back, humming. “Mmmm I’ve had such a shitty week and just wanna curl up on the sofa and relax, baby. Maybe go to bed early so I can get my beauty sleep before the event tomorrow night. Stress doesn’t look so good on me.” The sparkle in his eyes faltered while his bright smile wilted in disappointment and you quickly followed up with, “But, babe, you should go anyway!” you said, patting him on the chest.

“And leave you here alone?”

“I’ll be fine, Katsu. Besides, you could really use a night out with the guys.”

He gave your butt a good squeeze before heading back to your shared master suite to shower. About 20 minutes later he re-emerged, his spiky blond hair still damp, dressed in his favorite pair of ripped black jeans and a dark gray, v-neck t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned black collared shirt with the sleeves folded up to expose his sunkissed, muscular forearms. You were half-tempted to help him right back out of his fresh clothes, especially when you caught a whiff of his cologne.

“You’re not going out in that, are you? You’re dressed like a slut.” You winked as he kissed you, smiling.

“Are you sure you’re alright with this, babe? I’ll stay home if you want-“

“No, Katsuki, I forbid you!” you joked. “You better get your butt out of this house and go chill with the boys. Give them my love, okay?”

“Hell no! The only man who gets your love is me!” he rumbled, looking down at you with those deep, smoldering red irises.

“Bye, Katsuki,” you said as you smacked his strong butt.

“Alright, I’m going.” He kissed you just before returning your ass slap and walking out the door.

When he came home later that night you were already asleep in bed. He stripped down to his boxers and cuddled up behind you. He snaked his arm around your belly, pulling you closer against his chest and kissing the back of your neck. You stirred just long enough to hear him rasp “M’home, baby. Love you.”

You folded your arm over his and stroked his warm skin with your sleepy fingers. “Mm…love you too, Katsu.”

The next morning you were brushing your teeth as you scrolled through your social media. You froze and dropped your toothbrush in the sink, staring at the photo on your screen of another woman with her hands in your boyfriend’s hair and her lips pressed against his.

Katsuki was heading out the door to go pick up his suit when you came storming out of the bedroom.

"What the fuck, Bakugou?" He blinked at you, waiting to see where this was going. "Oh, you're gonna play dumb now, is that it?" You were shaking with a mixture of anger and pain, your heart being ripped out right then and there. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? Hm? How stupid do you think I am, Bakugou?”

The fact that you were using his last name meant that he was in trouble. Big trouble. "What the hell are you talking about, woman?” He’d raised his voice.

"What the hell am I talking about?" you asked with an incredulous laugh. You clicked your cheek against your teeth. "This, jackass!" You shoved your phone right up to his face so he could see your screen.

"The hell?” His phone vibrated for what had to be the twentieth time. He'd ignored it all morning, but this time he swiped right when he saw that it was Shitty Hair for the twenty-first time.

“In the middle of somethin’, fuck off-” he growled.

Eijirou's voice came through so loudly, but you couldn’t make out much of what he was saying.

Katsuki bared his teeth and snarled. “Wait…what?” He whipped around, eyes darting to yours.

"(Y/n) is gonna lose her shit! You better tell her, Bakubro. If she finds out like this, it's gonna break her heart."

“It’s a little late for that…” Katsuki pushed his fingers up his forehead and into his hair before making a fist and gritting his teeth. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner, Shitty Hair?”

“I’ve been trying all morning, bro! Is she there? Let me talk to her!” You heard that part loud and clear.

The tall blond handed you his phone.

"How are you, (y/n)? Are you okay?" Eiji’s voice came through calm and soft, the compassion in his voice breaking the dam that had been holding back all your tears.

"No" was all you could say before the sobs crashed over you in waves. The tears, so heavy and fast, fell from your eyes directly to the floor below as your hand covered your mouth. Katsuki frowned, his eyes softening when you started to cry. He reached for you, but you turned your back and took a few steps towards the bedroom, not wanting him to touch you.

"Okay, (y/n), take a deep breath. Good, do it again."

You could hear Eiji’s breath on the other end as he breathed with you.

"Listen, I know this is going to sound trite, but it really isn't what it looks like, love. We were all hanging out - just us guys - when this group of females walked up, and before we knew what was happening one of them grabbed Bakugou and started kissing him. He froze like his brain just quit working, so shocked he didn't react for a few seconds, but when he did let me tell you - he pushed her away and told her to keep her whore hands off him! And that was it, the chick stormed off all catty and shit, obviously drunk and butthurt.”

You sniffed, somewhat relieved to learn that things were indeed not as they appeared.

“Someone must’ve taken pictures and pawned them off to the media. Hell, it was probably one of her friends trying to make a quick buck! Pretty soon after that though things calmed back down and went back to normal. Didn't even think anything else of it. Then I saw the pics all over social media this morning. They were obviously leaked, but I'm telling you right now, baby girl, that bitch threw herself at your man. Bakubro loves you, you know that, right? He'd never step out on you like that."

Eiji had talked you down. Although he’d assuaged your worries, you were still upset about it. Who wouldn’t be? Photos of your long-time boyfriend - your soulmate - being kissed by some slut were plastered all over the internet. You were going to look like a damn fool at the event tonight.

“Katsuki, I want you to stay close to me tonight, okay? Don’t wander too far off.”

“Why?” he grumbled.

You picked at the fabric of your dress, avoiding eye contact with him in your shame for admitting your insecurities to him. “Because everyone at the ceremony tonight is going to be thinking and whispering about the same thing. I know by now how these things go, how rumors get started and next thing you know gossip columns will be filled with speculation about whether or not our relationship is falling apart. And I don’t want anyone thinking that!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what any of them think! Fuck ‘em – they’re just a bunch of shitty extras who don’t know shit about us and what we’ve got!”

“Could you at least consider my feelings about it?”

“No! What happened last night didn’t mean shit to me! Why the fuck does it mean anything to you?”

“Damn it, Katsuki, you can be such a selfish prick sometimes, you know that? All I’m asking for is a little reassurance and you’re being stubborn as hell, digging your heels in, thinking that your feelings – or lack thereof – are the only thing that mat-“

“Shut it, (y/n), we’re here! You’re blowing this shit way out of proportion. Now be a big girl and put your game face on.”

The only thing stopping you from smacking the back of his head with your clutch was the car door opening in front of an army of photographers.

You stepped out, nearly blinded by the bright flashes, smiling and waving in spite of your seething anger towards the pro hero behind you. He scowled at the photographers as he took you by the hand and led you to the huge double doors being held open for both of you to enter the venue.

When the event was over, the two of you caught up with a group of your friends.

“Hey hey, (y/n), you look even more stunning tonight than usual! Bakubro’s a lucky man, especially now that he’s moved up in rank to number two!” Eiji said as he fist-bumped Katsuki before hugging you, bringing out your first genuine smile of the evening as you swayed in his loving arms.

“Watch it, Shitty Hair. Don’t go gettin’ handsy with my girl,” Katsuki threatened as you all made your way into the huge adjacent reception room.

Eiji laughed it off and winked at you, making some remark about how he’d never be able to convince you to leave Katsuki for him anyway. You silently wondered about that though. Right now, he had a better shot at it than ever considering how angry you’d been at your mule-headed boyfriend. In his defense however, Katsuki had been in typical form all evening, still as protective as he’d always been. Be that as it may, you wished someone didn’t have to get on his nerves or piss him off for him to wrap a possessive arm around you to pull you closer to his side.

During the afterparty Katsuki had wandered off to the other side of the massive room and was presently bragging about himself and his latest villain takedown to a large group of fellow pro heroes, leaving you standing at the bar alone.

“Ma’am…” You’d barely registered the bartender speaking to you as he slid another round of what you’d been sipping on over to you.

“But…I didn’t-“ you started, confused.

“Courtesy of the gentleman over there, ma’am,” he said before turning back to tend to the rest of his busy bar.

You looked over in the direction he’d indicated to see a strapping gentleman standing from a nearby table and strutting towards you with a sly grin on his face. Damn, he was hot.

He joined you at the bar and introduced himself, apologizing if his buying you a drink had been too forward. Under any other circumstances, you would’ve politely declined his advances and gone in search of Katsuki just to be near him and wordlessly let the man know you were already spoken for. But these weren’t normal circumstances and Katsuki had made it clear that he didn’t give a fuck what others think about the health of your relationship. All bets, it seemed, were off.

You glanced in Katsuki’s direction again to find that his head was still too far up his own ass to notice the long, tall glass of fine male specimen chatting you up. He was smooth – with his words, his voice, and his body movements - pretty much everything your boyfriend wasn’t.

You figured what the hell. After all, if Katsuki doesn’t care why should you, right? So, you flipped the script and let this guy flirt with you.

You laughed and cajoled and didn’t move away when he put a hand on your lower back. He leaned down to whisper something in your ear, warm lips brushing against your cheek. You looked over his shoulder at Katsuki, who was laughing and talking loudly…until he looked your way, and that big toothy grin of his was wiped clean off his face. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, jaw clenching. He started stalking towards you, his gaze never leaving you and the unassuming man beside you.

“OI! WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK?” Several people had stopped and looked in his direction, watching him. He shoved the unsuspecting guy away from you, shouting “Oi! And just who the fuck do you think you are?”

The man’s eyes went wide when he put it all together and realized why you looked so familiar to him. “Y-you’re Dynamight’s girlfriend!”

“Fuckin’ right she is!” Sparks were flying from Katsuki’s hands. “I’m feeling generous tonight so I’m giving you three seconds to get the fuck outta my sight before I start swingin’!”

The man made no waste of time quickly backing off with his hands up. Katsuki grabbed you by the wrist and started pulling you away.

“Katsuki, stop it! Let go of me!" you said, jerking your arm away from him.

"And what? Let some douchebag cuck me while I just stand by and watch? Nah-ah, ain't happenin' princess, let's go".

You yanked your wrist out of his grip again. "What's the matter Katsuki? Don’t like seeing another man copping a feel of me?” He was red up to his ears with anger. You knew you were pushing your luck with him, but fuck it. He’d minimized your feelings and he needed a little taste of his own medicine.

With his teeth tightly clenched he said, “(Y/n). Car. Now.” You clicked your tongue against your teeth, rolled your eyes, and started walking, a fuming Katsuki hot on your heels.

After exiting through the large exterior doors your driver perked up and rushed around to the back of the limo to open the car door for you. You both got inside and before the door was shut you heard Katsuki tell the driver to keep the privacy window closed.

Then he was all over you - pushing you down across the seat and using one of his knees to force your legs apart. He got right up in your face, the heat of his breath against your cheek. “What the fuck was that, hah? What, you thought you were gonna teach me a lesson?” His laughter ricocheted off the interior of the large, luxury vehicle.

His anger had caused his body heat to rise and god, he smelled incredible. His signature scent of caramelized sugar and his forcefulness evoked the all too familiar sharp pang deep inside your belly. But you’d already had enough of his pushing you around when HE was the one who should be apologizing and reassuring you that he belonged to you. Not the other way around!

You placed your hands flat on his chest and tried to push him off of you, but with all his muscle mass you may as well have been trying to push a brick house. Futile. “Fuck you, Katsu. You could stand to be taken down a notch or two and stop acting like such a huge, insensitive asshole!”

He forced his hips further between your thighs, his growing erection pressing against one of them in the process. “Oh, I’m the asshole? I didn’t ask for that bitch to throw herself at me! You were leading that extra on trying to make me jealous!”

"Katsuki! This is turning you on, isn't it?" you asked in disbelief.

His eyes darkened as that crooked smile of his took shape. Grinding against you again he said, "So what if it is, babe? It's what competition does to me."

He lowered his mouth to your neck, his hand trailing down your side to your leg before squeezing and groping his way up along your trembling thigh. His strong fingers found purchase beneath the hem of your dress, pushing it up to your hips and moving your moist panties aside to expose your plump pussy lips. Sliding the pad of his thumb up and down, he spread your slick along your swelling folds.

He chuckled next to your ear, "You fucking hypocrite,” capturing your earlobe between his teeth and pulling almost a little too hard. You started to protest, but went lax and cooed against his neck when he slid one of his thick digits inside you and started pumping in and out. "That's right, (y/n), your body is betraying you.”

If you had anything to do with it, he was not about to win this! You mustered every ounce of resolve before trying to squirm away from him. He couldn't have you this easily. No. You should have the upper hand here, not him! You might’ve been able to push a weaker man off and away from you, but not Katsuki Bakugou. He was a force to be reckoned with.

Your attempts to take back at least some of the control only made him double down and push another thick finger inside you. You stopped pushing against his shoulders and instead dug your beautifully manicured nails into them through his shirt, drawing a sharp hiss from between Katsuki’s clenched teeth.

"Katsuki, stop! Fuck you!" Tears were forming in the corners of your (color) eyes, but he didn't relent.

His voice was a low rumble next to your ear. "Maybe I'll let you later, princess. You know the fucking word. If you really want me to stop, then say it. But I know you won't because I know how bad you want me right now".

You were so lost in pleasure you didn't even notice the limo stop in front of your home. Katsuki pulled his fingers out of you before taking you by the hand and pulling you up to sit. Just before the driver came around to open the door Katsuki looked at you, deep red pools of fire burning into your irises as he sucked and licked his fingers clean.

You marched in front of him all the way up to the front door of your shared home. You had to wait for him to unlock it since he had the key, otherwise you would've gone right inside and shut the door in his face. Once he opened the door you kept walking right through the foyer and into the kitchen, headed straight for the bathroom to lock him out.

"Oi! (Y/n)!" When you didn't stop, he stormed after you. "Where the hell do you think you're going, hah?" He had on his best angry facade, but he was loving the chase. A moment later he was in front of you, forcing you to halt in your tracks. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, woman!"

You flipped your hair. "I don't have to do shit for you, Katsuki!"

"Alright,” his voice boomed against the walls, “I've had about enough of your sass tonight. I think it's time to teach you a lesson, hah? Cuz it seems like you've forgotten who the fuck you're talking to."

"Katsu, no..." In one graceful motion, you were slung over one of his massive shoulders. You squealed and pawed at his back trying to push off of him as he carried you with ease to the large island in the middle of the kitchen. He sat you down on the cool granite, eagerly pushing your dress up and smacking your thighs open.

"I know one way to snatch that control right back, baby." Just as you were about to push him away and jump down a brilliant idea came to mind. You let him manhandle you and work his face between your legs. "Fuck, baby, you know how much I love these creamy thighs of yours…" You leaned back on your elbows as he helped you work your panties off. "I got a taste of ya a few minutes ago and I'm hungry as hell for more of your flavor, babe." He dipped his head down between your legs and licked a long, thick stripe between your folds.

Your eyes rolled back at the mastery with which your man ate your pussy, grabbing a handful of his ash blond hair. "Mmm Katsu, eat my pussy. Yeah, just like that."

He groaned against you as he latched down tightly onto your clit, lewdly slurping on it.

"Yeah, that's right, Katsuki. Such a good boy for licking my cunt so well. 'Bout time you started behaving yourself tonight."

He stopped moving, only raising his crimson eyes to look at you smirking down at him before narrowing them and standing up. "The fuck was that? You think you're domming me right now?"

Your giggle broke into full blown laughter. The look on his face was priceless.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, hah?! Go ahead, talk shit all you want, but you are the one who’s going to be screaming my name before I’m done with you!” he said, pulling up a stool.

You yelped when he yanked your open thighs closer to the edge of the granite. You were still snickering when he licked his fingers before bringing them down fast, landing a sharp slap to your clit.

“Gah! Fuck, Katsuki!”

“Damn. See, baby? Already got you screaming my name.” He leaned over you, the large erection in his pants brushing your leg as he kissed you, saying “Mmm I love it when you cry out for me like that. You’re gonna do it again and again until you remember who your fucking man is every time my name crosses your mind! Got that?”

You smirked at him and dragged your bottom lip between your teeth. “I guess we’ll see…”

“Fucking right we will,” he said, standing up, shrugging his blazer off, and loosening his tie. His huge muscles strained under the fabric of his tailored dress shirt almost as much as his cock did against his slacks. He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves with that signature mischievous, crooked grin of his before pushing two thick fingers into your pussy. You’d been secretly aching for him so badly, and the moan you just let out belied your deep need for him. “Damn, baby girl, so fucking wet for me,” he said, seeing your slick begin to coat his palm.

As he pulled your thighs over his broad shoulders he said, “Gonna eat your pussy so fuckin’ good you forget your own fuckin’ name.” His eyes bore into yours as a wicked grin spread across his gorgeous face. “And make sure you never forget mine!”

He dipped down and proceeded to wear you out – licking and sucking, slurping and squelching, shaking his head while tugging on your clit between his lips – all while fingering you mercilessly, making you cum again and again all over his face and fingers.

Squeezing your breast with your pebbled nipple between his fingers, he worked you so hard you could barely get the words out through your heavy panting. “Katsu, please…I c-can’t ta-take anym-more!”

He looked up at you from between your legs, his face so covered in slick and saliva that you probably would’ve laughed if you hadn’t been so far gone. “What’sa matter, princess? Hah? All these orgasms I’m giving you too much for ya?”

You whined out a pitiful “ah-hah…”

“Tch, nah. I know ya got at least one more for me…”

“Katsuki, please! No, I can’t, baby!”

“Oh, but I know you can. I’ll make damn sure of it,” he said before dipping back down to devour your messy cunt.

Only a couple of minutes later, you felt your next orgasm creeping up from the base of your spine. “Ohgodcan’t…no…ahhh…fuck,” you chanted in breaths. He latched onto your clit, sucking on it with quick pulses as he tugged harder and harder on your g-spot.

Reality shattered all around you as you screamed his name, tears streaming, leaving fresh trails in your high-dollar makeup. He gradually let up as your cries subsided before standing and helping you sit up to face him. He rubbed his calloused thumbs across both of your cheeks, wiping your tears away. You wrapped your arms around him, needing to be held. He guided your legs around his waist and held you close to him as he picked you up and carried you into the living room.

He placed you down on the floor before sitting and leaning back on the couch. “Ah fuck, these pants are too damn tight…” When his tailor took Katsuki’s measurements they obviously hadn’t allowed enough room for the size of his dick in the case of an erection. A comforting thought on one hand, but as a consequence his thick length was snug against his thigh in the right leg of his black slacks with the outline of his cockhead pushing painfully against the fabric.

“Take my cock out, babe,” he growled as he squeezed his girth in his fist.

You positioned yourself between his legs and stroked his hard thighs a few times before unbuckling his belt. He watched intently as you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, reaching into the hole of his boxers and wrapping your fingers around his hot cock to pull him out. No matter how many times you saw it, his size never ceased to amaze you.

You were smoothing his pre around his dark pink tip when he rolled his hips and said, “Good girl. Now suck my fucking dick.”

You made eye contact with him as you opened your mouth and brought his leaking cockhead to your full lips. God, he loved those lips, especially watching them encircle his girth as you worked your way up and down his shaft. He sucked air between his teeth, putting a hand into your (color) hair to help guide you along. “Nnnyeah, baby…love watching my cock dip in and out between your pretty lips. Fuck, you suck my fat dick so good.”

His praise made you moan around him as you massaged his balls, which had drawn up closer to his body – a sure sign that he was close. You released him with a pop, connected only by a long string of saliva and precum.

“Ah shit, baby, c’mere…” Katsuki pulled you to him, kissing you long and deep. “Turn around for me.”

You put your knees on the couch, facing the back of it as Katsuki helped you out of that pesky dress, leaving your naked body fully exposed to him. “Mmdamn…so fuckin’ beautiful, baby. Fuck! I love your body so fuckin’ much! Every damn dip and curve…”

He unbuttoned his shirt and finished removing his slacks and boxers before leaning over you from behind, his cock bobbing against your weeping sex. He kissed and sucked and nipped along your shoulder and back, moaning at the weight of your breasts in his hands as he squished them between his fingers. He explored more of your body, his hands roaming freely down your stomach before digging his fingertips into the meat of your hips.

“Gonna make you cum for me again, baby, all over my cock this time,” he promised, his hard chest and abs pressing against your back as his veiny cock slid along your slippery folds from behind, catching your puffy clit with every pass. He pressed his thick head against your opening and began pushing himself inside you. You tipped your head back as he slowly filled you up all the way before bottoming out. The rhythm of your throbbing – his cock and your walls – were in syncopation, the pitches of your moans in harmony.

“Shit, baby, feels so fuckin’ good,” he said as he pulled his hips back and started to move inside you.

His tongue was one thing, and his fingers were another. But holy hell the way he stuffed you with his impressive cock was something else entirely. You cried out, “Yeah baby…so fuckin’ good inside me mmm…fuck me, Katsuki!”

“Yeah? Ya want me to own this pretty pussy of yours, hah? Claim it as my own?”

You’d long ago given up on trying to dominate him. When it came right down to it, trying to dom him was good for riling him up, but submitting to him was your salvation. You knew you were safe and he would take care of you. He always had.

“Yeah, baby – fuck – ‘m all yours. Hold me down, please!” You whimpered in broken syllables as he pounded into you.

He’d taken two strong handfuls of your butt, spreading your cheeks to watch himself glide in and out of you. He groaned at the sight of your thighs and butt rippling as he thrust into you, his hands gripping hard around your waist as you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“Oh, fuck yes, (y/n)! Throw that ass on me just like that, god!” He propped one of his feet up on the couch beside your knee to gain more leverage as he slammed into you, his wet hips clapping loudly against your wet thighs. “I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard inside you, yeah? Gonna breed your tight cunt…mark you up with my musk cuz you’re all mine!”

“Oh, shit yes! Please bust your nut in me, Katsuki? Fill my pussy with your hot cum. Wanna have all your babies…”

“Yeah? Y’gonna give me the prettiest babies, aren’t ya?” He reached down between your thighs and started rubbing your clit as he fucked you harder.

“Hhnnhh, Katsu! G-gonna cum for you…” you keened.

“That’s it, cum all over me baby! Milk my fuckin’ cock with your pussy, yeah? Suck all my seed out cuz I’m all fuckin’ yours! C’mon!”

That was all it took. The quiver in his voice and the stutter of his hips sent you over the edge, your walls convulsing around his fat cock as you cried out for him.

“Ah fuck! Here I cum, baby! Gonna fill you up so good, yeah, hereIfuckingcum!” With one final jerk of his hips he stilled, burying himself right up against your cervix as he pumped rope after thick rope of his white-hot cum inside you. Pushing himself impossibly deeper, forcing the head of his creaming cock into your opening, willing his sperm to invade your womb to find your waiting egg.

When the last of his semen had dribbled from his cock, he pulled out of you and watched what wouldn’t fit in your womb begin to drip from your clenching hole and onto the cushion beneath you. “Damn,” he said hoarsely, trying to catch his breath, “that’s one hell of a creampie. Don’t go wastin’ my nut, babe.”

You turned your body around to face him. “Can’t help it, Katsu. There’s always so much…can’t hold it all in.”

He sat on one end of the couch and pulled you into his bare, sweaty chest before leaning back with you in his huge arms. He kissed along the sides of your face while smoothing his fingers through your (texture, color) hair. “You really wanna have a baby with me, (y/n)?”

You hummed in the affirmative, arms wrapped tightly against his trim waist as he ran his soothing fingertips over your back. “We’d have such a pretty baby, y’know?” you cooed, eyes closed in the comfort of your boyfriend’s possessive hold.

“Yeah…with my fiery red eyes...”

“What makes you think they’ll have your eyes and not mine?”

“Cuz they’ll be a Bakugou. And Bakugous always have red eyes. We’re dominant like that, baby.”

You jabbed your elbow into his ribs, smiling. “I guess we’ll see...”

[krabjoons]

omg professor... what are you doing?!?!?! [pjm]

⮕ summary: park jimin is the hottest, most popular guy at school. the only catch? he also just so happens to be your teacher.

⮕ pairing: park jimin x reader, mentions of jaebum x reader

⮕ genre: smut, university!au, pwp

⮕ word count: 12.8k

⮕ rating: 18+, nsfw

⮕ warnings: hard dom!jimin x bratty-ish sub!y/n, professor!jimin x university student! y/n (he’s 27-28 ish and she’s 21-22), fuckboy!jaebum, pussy eating, fingering, thigh riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk (carries the whole fic tbh), degradation, edging, dumbification, impact play (pussy + ass spanking), manhandling, humiliation, exhibitionism, creampie, teasing, praise, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, crying, kissing/making out, jimin’s a meanie but y/n likes it (aka i go ham on the degradation and edging you have been warned), aftercare (like 500 words of it :P)

⮕ a/n: this took too long to come out and has literally been sitting in my drafts since august but here it is! writing this was definitely a rollercoaster because this was my first smut and honestly i felt like it was really bad at times but other times i was like wtf this is so hot,, ANYWAYS, i’m glad that i’m posting it and getting over that fear of imperfection. i hope that you guys enjoy this piece :). i would also like to add that please don’t hook up with your teachers… if you do, that’s on you i take no responsibility for that whatsoever lol. excuse the title i literally have no idea what to change it to but i like it the way it is tbh LMFAOOO OK I’LL STOP RAMBLING NOW BYEEE ILY ALL

University has never been when you’ve expected. When you first graduated high school and came here, you expected your late teenage years to be filled with just as much studying as high school combined with only a few parties here and there. You didn’t expect to make as many friends as you did and certainly did not expect to be known as the girl with the high grades and even higher alcohol tolerance. No longer are you the shy Y/N L/N that walked through the entrance gates on the first day of school; you’ve changed a lot.

It was a surprise to you. With academics taking precedence much of your life, the freedom university provided you with was welcomed - perhaps a little too much. You quickly learned that polar bear shots were great to keep you in a good mood at parties and that eating mangoes before smoking gave you a better high. And, you also learned about sex.

Admittedly, the first time you had a hookup, it was awkward and messy (at least for you… it was a guy, what else were you expecting?) but with more practice, you were able to get the hang of it. You’ve found your tastes and now willingly talk about who catches your eye to your best friends, something you never thought you’d do last year. 

Speaking of who catches your eye, as of now it’s Park Jimin. A really hot guy, according to your friends, and according to you, an even better voice. When you first walked into your Applications of Economics class, you nearly spit out your Starbucks drink after you saw the astonishingly handsome man with silky black hair in a dress shirt and tie. Surprisingly formal for a university student, you thought, but you weren’t one to talk, considering your current outfit of business casual.

Only, he wasn’t a student. He was your teacher. You should’ve put the pieces together earlier but you didn’t. Let's just say a Coconut Lime Refresher is good for hangovers, and you needed one desperately (basically, you were drunk as hell the night before and were still in the process of recovering). It certainly didn’t take long before all of campus was talking about the new economics professor who was hotter than hell. Girls (and some guys) immediately tried transferring into his class, one of them being your best friend Lisa, just to get a glimpse of how attractive he was. You remember a couple of girls offering you literal cash to transfer out, but you didn’t.

A good call, thinking about it now. You’ve gotten closer with Mr. Park, although it’s nothing too special yet, the two of you are on good terms and have even hugged before (you still get giddy thinking about it). Y/N from 2 years ago would be screaming her head off at how bold you’ve gotten, but now, you can’t bring yourself to care. Park Jimin is a hot guy, and you’re pretty hot too (if you must admit), so it would only be logical if the two of you could hook up. Unsurprisingly, you’ve lost your shame, nothing but thoughts of your teacher filling your mind in your spare time. 

So here you are, another day of university, as monotonous as ever. The only highlight of your day will be the morning, where you have a class with Mr. Park. You've started changing your style a bit recently, opting for more, let’s just leave it at provocative outfits. Walking into the room, you take your usual seat in the front, closest to Mr. Park’s desk. 

The class progresses like it normally does, starting with a review of the work from the last class and a discussion about the new material. "I’m going to give you guys this last half hour of class to review the material individually if you want or you can leave early, I don’t mind. I know it's a Friday so there’s gonna be some parties around campus, if you want to prepare yourselves for that then go ahead." Your professor glances around the room, smirking at you when mentioning the parties. You flush and look away, biting your lower lip. 

You make the decision to stay in the classroom while the majority of the other students file out of the room. "I'll be available for any questions," Jimin calls out, returning to his desk across from you.

Sticking to your reputation, you get a head start on the assignment and easily work through the homework. Surprisingly, you forget about Jimin for the time being, focused on finishing your assignment so that you have as little work as possible to do after classes. You don’t notice your teacher looking at you, admiring the way you put so much effort into the things you’re passionate about. Hearing a student call his name, he gets up to help him. 

Surprisingly, Mr. Park has assigned a disturbingly low amount of homework, probably because of the upcoming weekend and maybe a pop quiz later next week (ugh). You’ve finished your work in a mere twenty minutes and are surprised to find that Jimin is not at his desk when you look up from your laptop. You turn around, looking for him, and see that he’s helping another student. Whipping out your phone, you text your best friend Lisa (who just so conveniently, also thirsts over Jimin the same way you do).

to lisa: hey i finished classwork for mr park and have like 10 minutes of free time now lol

Instantly, she responds as if she wasn’t in class. Then again, she has never been one to pay too much attention to her professors. 

from lisa: ayo talk to him 

from lisa: also save me from bio i literally cannot

Smiling slightly, you respond to her.

to lisa: i WOULD but he’s helping other students

from lisa: then be like "m- mister park, i- need help please" and use puppy eyes 

to lisa: LMFAOO PLEASE he’d be like whats wrong with you since when did you struggle in this class

to lisa: but i mean, anything to hear him talk i guess 

from lisa: god i'm so jealous you have him early so you can hear his morning voice it must be hot asf

to lisa: it is omg

from lisa: god what if he moans like that it'd be such a turn on

to lisa: dUDE STOP NO the way this is literally true like if he has a good sip of coffee or a pastry he likes hes gonna go all "mmmm I wish you could try this" pls its so fking hot

to lisa: like SIR I WANNA TRY YOU or you to try me no complaints

from lisa: wtf he finishes his breakfast before my class so i can't even hear it tf I hate it here

to lisa: u have him right after my block bro at leAST you have him 

to lisa: what ab the people who don't even have him

from lisa: idk what i'd do honestly. imagine not having a literal sex god teaching you every day i pity those who dont

You’re about to type out a response when a smooth voice sounds out from behind you, "alright guys, you’re good to go. Have a good weekend!" You jump in your seat, not realizing that your teacher was helping the student right behind you for the past five minutes. 

As the rest of the class begins to pack up, you pray that he hasn’t seen you talking about your sexual fantasies less than five feet away from him. Mr. Park doesn’t say anything, so you must be in the clear, right? You’re hoping and praying that he didn’t find out, but your heart rate is already rising and you’re getting a sick feeling in your stomach. Your gut must be trying to tell you something.

Well, your gut’s telling you that the universe must not be on your side because as soon as you stand up, he says, "Ms. L/N, can you stay a bit after class? I have a few things I want to discuss with you." Cheeks flushing hot, you squeak out a "yes, sir."

When everyone has left and it’s just the two of you left in the room, Jimin pulls up a seat next to his desk. "Sit," he commands, leaning on his desk. You scramble to your feet and walk over, mind buzzing with thoughts. Oh god, what if he tells the administration department? Then you’d definitely be punished and maybe even kicked out of the school. Maybe you could make up a story? Oh, it’s ANOTHER Park Jimin, haha. Definitely NOT my teacher. Even if you did, they could go the rest of the texts between you and Lisa and you’d be screwed. And not to be petty or anything, but being kicked out would mean that you wouldn’t be able to be in Jimin’s class anymore and wouldn’t be able to see him. Oh, and the bigger problem would be that you’d also be unable to get your degree.

You start internally panicking, heart rate picking up even when your teacher rolls up his sleeves and leans down in front of you. Stop thinking about dirty things FOR ONCE, Y/N, half of you screams, while the other half of you has already started fantasizing about things which shouldn’t be thought about, especially with one of the people in the fantasies less than a couple of feet in front of you. With his hands on his thighs, the ones you’ve thought about riding far too often, he smirks.

"So, I heard you wanna try me?"

You gulp, absolutely mortified that Jimin caught you. Yes, he was attractive, and you would do practically anything to fuck him, but you didn’t expect to be humiliated into admitting it. "Um, no sir! I mean, maybe, but not in the way you think!" you ramble. Shut up, Y/N, part of you screams. You’re only digging yourself into a deeper hole.

"Yeah, sure. Because I definitely didn’t see what you were talking about with your friend. Be honest, Y/N," he says, smirking down at you. "You think about me, don't you? I'm not new to this. I see the way girls like you look at me. I know the way they talk about me when they think I can't hear. I know the way you think. Who would've thought? Little Miss L/N, all prim and proper on the outside, would be so filthy deep down?"

"Sir, I- uh. I-" you stutter out, cheeks burning furiously hot.

"You what? You're not going to try to prove your innocence now, are you? Not when you've gotten this far, hm? Getting to do what you’ve wanted after all this time?" he asks, standing up from his desk, and walking over to you, kneeling in front of you so that you were forced to hold eye contact. 

"You know, nobody else has been as daring as you, my dear," he hums softly. "Sending promiscuous texts about their teacher in the very class they're in. Rubbing their thighs together every time their teacher catches their eye." You shift in your seat, Jimin's words sparking the slightest of fires in your core. "Gazing ever so obviously at said teacher’s dick, too. Y/N, you amaze me. So, so brilliant. yet so, so naughty. You thought that nobody else would catch onto you? Unfortunately, you thought wrong."

"I'm s- sorry sir," you whisper out.

"You're just sorry that you got caught, Y/N. You'll keep doing this even after today," Jimin chuckles lowly. "Possibly even more after today," he adds on, taking note of how his words have affected you. Your pupils are dilated and your cheeks are starting to get flushed. "Such a dirty girl. I'm here trying to scold you, and here you are, getting turned on by my words. Is this why you ask so many questions, doll? To hear my voice?"

You bite your lip in a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness, nodding imperceptibly. The logical, studious side of you is thinking, oh my god, is this really happening? Am I going to fuck my teacher? I really shouldn’t be doing this. The relaxed, easygoing side of you (pretty much your horny side) is thinking, finally, it’s happening. I’m going to FINALLY be fucking Park Jimin.

"What else have you imagined about my voice, hm? How I'd whisper into your ear while pounding into you? Hear me moan as your tight cunt clenches around my dick? Tell you how good you're making me feel? Reminding you how much of a slut you are to fuck your teacher in the middle of his classroom, where anyone could walk in?" he continues, seeing you shift in your seat more. "Would you like that?" he asks.

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I would," you whisper. You have to consciously clench your thighs together to keep them from spreading at his words.

"Hm, I don't believe you. Try again another time, darling," he sighs, leaning back on his knees, getting ready to stand up. You don't want this, whatever it is, to be over that quickly so you make up your mind. Swallowing your pride and succumbing to the dull throb in your panties, you pout.

"But professor, I really do want you. I want you to make me feel good and I wanna make you feel good. Please," you whine out. "I wanna be thinking about you all the time because you fucked me so well in class. And when my friends talk about wanting to get in your pants, I want to be the only one who already has. Please, Mr. Park. I need you." you breathe out. At this point, the pressure in your core is rising steadily, and only intensifies when you see the way your teacher's eyes are glazed over in lust and eyebrows are furrowed. Your eyes travel down the expanse of his face to his lips, plump and pink. Oh, the number of times you've wished to kiss them, imagined them suckling on your clit. And now that Jimin knows, perhaps it's finally coming true. 

"You'd like that, hm? God, you're so dirty," Jimin mutters, inching closer to you, cautiously placing a hand on your knee. Your legs instantly part to make room for him in between and he inches forward. "Does dirty talk really turn you on that much, Y/N? I can smell you through your panties," he remarks.

"Mr. Park, please do something," you whimper. And with that, Jimin pulls you over to his desk and sits you on the edge. You spread your legs and he stands in between them. He leans his head closer to you until he's next to your ear.

"Want me to get you off with my words? You seem to like that already and I haven't even tried, doll. Or perhaps," he pauses, bunching up your skirt so that it pools at your waist. "You want me to touch you?"

You nod eagerly, chest heaving in anticipation. "I want both Mr. Park. I want you," you purr salaciously. And with that, your teacher lets out a low growl and presses his lips onto yours harshly. It’s already bruising, but you just can’t get enough of the way he tastes of caramel and coffee and how ridiculously soft his lips are, so you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in even closer. He seems a little put off by how eager you are, but once he hears you sigh in enjoyment, he melts into your eager grasp. 

His hands start sliding down your waist so that they are resting on your upper thighs, and he rubs comforting circles into them, trailing them closer and closer to your panties. He breaks off from the kiss to look down and smirks back at you before joining his lips to yours with even more fervor and you praise yourself for deciding to wear your lace thong today. You feel his tongue slide against your lips, asking for permission to enter and your mouth immediately complies. 

The feeling of his hot breath on your lips and thumbs rubbing against the juncture of your thighs has you feeling needy for more. Jimin swirls the tip of his tongue against yours, the filthy action turning you on even more. You moan into his mouth and thread your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a low groan.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the two of you break apart. Chest heaving up and down, you take note of your teacher's face. His lips are redder and plumper than ever before. His cheeks have the faintest blush on them. His eyes, the ones that crinkle into a happy smile whenever you answer a question correctly in class, are now clouded over with deep lust.

"Get onto all fours. On the desk," Jimin commands, and you immediately comply. Now your ass is facing Jimin and you're very nearly completely exposed to him, save the thong you're wearing.

"God, you're such a slut," Jimin moans out at the sight. "Do you get dressed up like this just so you can get fucked in class? Such a short fucking skirt that I can see whatever you're wearing underneath whenever you bend over, hm? You wanted me to give in to you, doll?" When you nod weakly, he chuckles, "I don't think so."

Arching your back so your ass sticks out even more, you whine, "professor, please fuck me. I'm so fucking horny, please." Jimin cups your pussy from outside your panties and leans over you, "I don't think so, kitten. I'm the one calling the shots here." Your pussy flutters in response and Jimin slaps it lightly, chuckling. The brief stimulation has your cunt clenching around nothing.

He spreads your knees slightly and begins trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thighs to the arch of your back. Feeling his breath so close to your core has you getting wetter by the minute in anticipation. He finally hovers over your back, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, muttering, "I'm going to wreck you, Y/N", and you feel yourself clench in excitement. 

"Then do it," you whisper, and Jimin hooks his fingers around the waistband of your thong and pulls it down, so slow that it's almost painful, exposing your heat to the cool air of the classroom and causing you to shiver in response. 

You don't see it, but his eyes widen seeing the strings of your slick connecting your pussy to your panties. He takes a look at your core and his mouth starts watering. You're soaking and clenching around nothing, thighs shaking ever so slightly in anticipation.

He flattens his tongue and licks a flat stripe up your pussy, from your clit to your entrance. He pauses to suck some of your juices from it, but your cunt just keeps leaking them out. He runs his tongues through your folds over and over again until you let out a wanton moan.

Encouraged by your reaction, he hooks his arms around the side of your hips, nuzzling closer into your pussy. He laps at your cunt and purposely avoids your clit, only heightening the pressure in your core.

"Mr. Park," you whine out, pushing your hips back. "Please. More," you pant out. Suddenly, Jimin spanks your right ass cheek, rubbing his hand over the fleshy globe soothingly afterward. You let out a little yelp and turn around to catch his eyes. 

"More what?" he spits out, smiling at you evilly. "My little slut's gotta tell me what she wants. How else would I give it to her?" your mind is foggy, pleasure causing you to lose track of everything other than the man behind you. "W- want you," you garble out, "t- to play with my clit too." 

"What's the magic word, doll?" Jimin teases, breath fanning over your slit, causing your walls to clench erratically. "Please, Mr. Park," you whine, pushing your cunt closer to his face. He smirks at you, avoiding your advances. 

"Good girl," he praises before finally positioning himself just barely in front of your clit. You feel him blow cool air onto your slit, but the temperature of it is magnified even more due to how wet you are. You whine out, expressing your displeasure, and Jimin finally indulges you by taking your throbbing button between his plush lips.

"F- fuck, sir, yes! Right there, please," you squeal, back arching even more. Jimin hums, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel yourself growing wetter, your entrance squeezing out more and more of your arousal down to where Jimin's lips are sucking. He momentarily pauses to flatten his tongue out, letting your juices drip onto them and slurping them up eagerly. The obscene noises behind you combined with the low thrum of student life just outside the classroom door mesh together to have you realize where exactly the two of you are doing this.

You glance at the clock, and your eyes widen. "Prof- oh my god, Pr- Professor Park," you moan out, trying to keep your focus. Jimin again hums, making you jolt in pleasure. "I- uh, there’s only ten minutes until the next block of classes start. I need t- to leave in around five." When Jimin releases from you with a pop, you can feel your slick running down your thighs and some dripping onto his desk. You feel a rush of excitement at the thought of everyone walking in during class to see the mess Jimin made of you on his desk and again squeeze around nothing.

"Well then," Jimin hums lazily, "guess you better cum within five minutes if you want to cum at all." He dives back into your heat, tongue skillfully running through your folds. He cycles between kitten licking and delivering harsh sucks to your clit and dipping his tongue into your entrance. You grind against his face in desperation to reach your release, and just when you finally feel it hurtling towards you at an alarming rate, suddenly, Jimin gets up.

He leans over you, trailing a hand up your slick-ridden thigh to cup your bare heat and mutters lowly in your ear, "time’s up." Your heart drops in frustration, and you whine out. Grinding into his palm, you beg for him to touch you once again, knowing nothing but how good he was making you feel just seconds ago. "Mr. P- Park, please. Make me cum," you cry out.

Jimin spanks your pussy, a wet echo sounding through the room. You jolt forward and your cunt leaks out even more of your arousal in response to the combination of pain and pleasure. "I said no," he hisses, "you couldn't cum in time, you don't deserve to cum." 

"God, look at you, you're a mess. Bent over and spread out so desperately for me. You taste so sweet, doll. So responsive, too," Jimin murmurs, lazily rubbing your slit. He's, once again, avoiding your clit and driving you insane. Your sensitive nub is now swollen and throbbing with need, slick with your arousal. 

"Has anyone touched you as well as I do, Y/N?" he asks. When you shake your head, he slaps your cunt again, another wet sound echoing through the room. "Words, baby girl," he goads, fingers dancing through your folds. 

"N- no, sir. they can’t make me feel half as good as you did. I’ve al- I’ve always been thinking about having you touch m- my cunt and making me cum really hard. and I- shit I’m so needy sir, I wanna cum," you garble out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You feel Jimin’s hand leave your pussy, exposing your soaked heat to the cool air of the room. Slowly, he pulls your thong up your thighs and the light touches make you clench in desperation and whine out.

He marvels at the sight of you so fucked out in front of him. The way his top student was falling apart at the slightest touches he gave you. And the words you said. God, to have you say such filthy things in comparison to your gentle demeanor, all because of him, it really did something to him.

Jimin finishes clothing you and presses a kiss to the top of your ass and walks across the room to get some tissues to clean up the mess you made. Still perched on the desk, you watch him needily, thighs rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure from being denied your orgasm. "So I really don’t get to cum?" You ask meekly, holding back a sob. "I need to cum, Mr. Park."

He chuckles, "there’s a difference between need and want, doll. You want to cum, you don't need to cum. But what you do need," he returns to you, leaning down so that his face is right in front of yours, "is to get to your next class." Your face, once eagerly lit up in anticipation, has now fallen in disappointment.

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a "fine" and get off his desk, feeling your arousal make your thighs stick together. Your panties are uncomfortably damp and you’re so wet you can even smell yourself. "Can you make me cum later?" you question Jimin, sliding closer to him and playing with his tie, praying that he’ll be the one to make you release instead of having to do it yourself when you get home.

"If you play nice I might. If not, then… we’ll see," he hums, handing you a tissue to clean yourself up while heading to wipe down his desk. "I have a lunch meeting in the second half of the lunch block, so if you really need me, I’ll be here before then." 

You grin and nod in excitement. "Cool! so I’ll-" you begin before the first students from the next class start filing in, making you jump. "The door wasn’t locked?" you whisper frantically to him. "We could have been caught, Jimin! Are you crazy?!"

He smirks at you, "didn’t you say you wanted it that way? Where anyone could walk in? I only did what you asked, doll." You’re left speechless as he continues. "Anyways, you should be in your next class pretty soon. I’ll write a note to your professor just in case you’re late. But get going, yeah? I’ll see you in time for our meeting." He hands you a slip of paper and straightens up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash can in the corner of the room. 

"Okay class, we’re going to get started soon. I presume you all did the reading, so just prepare for the discussion we’re going to be having about it when the bell rings," he calls out to the class. Turning to face you, he questions quietly with genuine concern, "you okay? Did I push you too much for our first time?" 

Your mind swirls with thoughts. Our first time. The words fill you with giddy excitement. It’s just the two of you that know about this, the dirty things you were doing just minutes ago, very nearly getting caught. Knowing that this won’t be the only moment you guys are doing this, fills you with excitement.

"On the contrary, actually," you tease your teacher with a smile. "It was really nice honestly, but perhaps, you didn’t do enough." You bite your lip at the way Jimin's eyes darken and he looks away. "Get to class, Ms. L/N. The bell will ring any minute," he says lowly, jaw slightly clenched. Your core throbs at the sight and you head towards the door. 

"Goodbye, Mr. Park. Thank you!" you call out, catching sight of Lisa, who raises her eyebrows at you teasingly and mouths text me. Blushing, you nod at her before leaving the room to go to your next class.

Being "one of the smartest students on campus" comes with its perks. Like right now, for example. You always (somehow) come to class overprepared, so when your next teacher gives you a day to work on your project (which you've already finished), you head to the back of the room to text Lisa in private. 

from lisa: dude wtf was that you were literally talking to Mr. Park outside of ur class time with him

from lisa: omg wait don't tell me you fucked him

from lisa: did you

to lisa: NO I DID NOT OMG I wish tho lmao

to lisa: I was asking him for help on the paper he's assigning us and to proofread it and stuff before I submit it

from lisa: omg I forgot he assigned us that shit

to lisa: dude lmao its due in a week or so you have plenty of time

from lisa: ugh literally he's such a hottie why does he have to be so into teaching

to lisa: sis commitment to something is hot

from lisa: omg ur right wait a sec tho

from lisa: dude

from lisa: omg

from lisa: he definitely has a boner

Knowing that you were likely the cause of it, you shift in your seat cockily, smiling slyly to yourself while looking down.

to lisa: whAT

to lisa: wait how big is it

from lisa: ok I dont think he’s fully hard yet he's like semi hard but barely 

from lisa: LMFAO Y/N don't worry I think he’s packing seems kinda thick too

Taking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. You imagine him slowly sinking into you and making you whimper at his size. Him seeing your face and growling, "if you’re really a good girl, you should be able to take it." You cross your legs tightly and rock up and down in a lame attempt to diminish the rising pressure between your thighs and look back down at your phone.

to lisa: pls thats so hot

from lisa: IKR I want him to r a i l me

to lisa: or eat me out… have you sEEN those lips of his wtf

from lisa: on god do not get me started

to lisa: pls i bet he’d be the type to tease you

Oh Lisa, if only you knew the truth behind those words.

from lisa: YES hes lowkey cocky bc he knows like the entire fucking population simps for him

from lisa: he’s def gonna make you beg to cum

to lisa: pls thats hot do not get me riled up in class istg

from lisa: too late i've already started babe ;)

You continue texting Lisa throughout the entirety of your class. Finally, you look at the clock and seeing that there are only a few more minutes till the class ends, you wrap up your conversation with her.

to lisa: hey btw i’m gonna be coming to lunch late… save me a seat at our regular spot?

from lisa: when ur best friend is a teachers pet :(( fiNE I guess I will

to lisa: love u!! xx

from lisa: love you too nerd xoxo

The bell finally rings, signaling the start of the lunch break and you immediately stand up and walk out the door, bidding your teacher goodbye and thanks.

Running into the bathroom, you do a quick check of your appearance. You tug up your skirt a bit higher and tuck in your shirt so that your outfit accentuates your curves. You glance at your face and notice how abnormally large your pupils are in comparison to most days. Jimin has completely ruined you today, just like he said he would. I'm going to wreck you, Y/N. His words echo in your ears as you make your way out to his classroom. Trying to ignore how uncomfortably wet your panties are, you knock on the door to his room. 

You hear a smooth voice answer with a, "come in," and take a deep breath before opening the door to see Jimin sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head. He scans you up and down, eyes taking in every inch of your figure. "Nice outfit alterations," he notes, patting his laps as a hint for you to sit on it. You quickly lock the door and make your way to him, placing one leg on each side of him so that you’re now straddling his thighs. "Is this all for me?" he asks and you tuck your head down, suddenly shy now that all his attention is on you again. 

"Mhm, depends on whether you like it or not" you smile timidly, hands reaching out to play with his tie again. He laughs. "Princess, I’m conflicted. You do look very nice, all dolled up for me like this. It’d be a shame if I were to ruin your efforts. But on the other hand," he remarks, "you’ve very nearly crossed the line for indecent exposure. What if another teacher caught you like this? you would get in trouble, hm? And what if it were a student to see you like this? What would they think of you then?" He questions, causing your cheeks to burn at his words.

"They would think I- that I’m a whore. I- and that I dress up like this just so I can pass my classes," you whisper out, biting your lips in a combination of excitement and humiliation. You can feel yourself start to throb again and you start to rut against Jimin’s thighs. He shifts you over so that you are sitting on only one and slightly bounces his leg. The stimulation to your neglected cunt sends a shock running through your body and you squeeze your thighs around his.

"Look at you, so fucking desperate to cum. You think that you aren’t a little whore already, so needy for me this quickly, hm? Do you really think you deserve to cum?" He hums, admiring the way you’re worked up. He pushes up your skirt and slaps your thigh just underneath your ass. You shift away as a reaction, causing your clit to get the stimulation it finally deserved. The way your underwear rubs against your neglected bundle of nerves causes you to let out a groan and drop your head to Jimin's shoulder. He spanks you this time, making you yelp. "I asked you a question, doll."

"Mmhm, yeah," you whine out, "I deserve t- to cum, sir." At this point, your hips are moving on their own accord, shifting back and forth desperately against Jimin's thigh. He grabs your waist tightly, holding you still. "Look at me," he commands, bouncing his thigh. You mewl into his shoulder, the change in motion making you lose focus. He spanks you again, the sound echoing around the room. "Listen to directions, sweetheart. Or else you’ll get punished," he warns.

You lift your head to look at Jimin, faces just inches apart. His eyes scan over your face, lingering on your lips. Slowly, you lean towards him, closing the distance between you two. He gives into your eager kiss and you glide your hands up his firm chest to run your fingers through his hair. He starts bouncing you on his thigh and you groan into his mouth. Breaking apart panting, you place your forehead against Jimin’s, moving your hips back and forth harder to increase the pressure going to your clit.

"God, Y/N, you’re so wet," Jimin pants while looking down at the way your clothed pussy drags over his thigh. "I can feel you soaking through my slacks," he says, shifting you over. just like he said, there is now a wet spot on his thigh from where you just were. Thankfully, it’s barely noticeable, but if you focus enough, you can see it.

"What are you going to do about it, hm? I have classes to teach, meetings to attend. Do you want people to see the mess you made all over me?" He hisses, spanking you to elicit an answer. "N- no, sir. I’m s- sorry," you whisper out, eyes clenched, still rutting against him. You feel your orgasm bubbling up as every second passes.

"I don't think you're sorry, doll. Look at you making a mess all over me through your panties. You're absolutely soaked, so fucking desperate to cum," he tuts, clenching his thigh muscles purposely. You gasp and shove your head into the crook of Jimin's neck, letting out a low groan.

"Mr. Park, I'm so wet because of you. I- god, I wanna cum. please. I'm so close," you mewl into him, legs starting to tighten around his thigh.

You shut your eyes, feeling your impending orgasm build up. Right when you're about to let go, Jimin holds your hips in place tightly, preventing you from moving. Squeaking out, you make an attempt to shift your pussy over his thighs. It's no use because you can feel it start to drift away slowly and you look at him in need. Tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you plead, "S- sir I need you to touch me again. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jimin smiles cockily, lifting you onto his desk and spreading your legs after stripping you of your panties. You lean back so that you face the ceiling. Your eyes roll back once you feel him take your clit into his mouth. You moan and arch your back off of the desk, thighs involuntarily clenching around his head. 

"God, Mr. Park, yes! O- oh, fuck, please," you blabber out incoherently, your mind hazy and overwhelmed with pleasure. "More," you whimper out without thinking.

Jimin disconnects from your heat to look up at you, murmuring, "Greedy little slut wants it all, huh? Won't even ask nicely for it. Tell me what you want, Y/N. Beg for it, and I might just give it to you."

"God, I- I want it all, professor," you call out, wiggling your hips in search of stimulation that never comes. "Want you to stuff me with your f- fingers and lick my p- pussy and make me cum. Want you to fuck me r- raw with your fat cock from behind and sp- and spank me. Want you to ma- make me cry from cumming so hard just as much as you have from not letting me cum. A- and I want you to leave hi- hickies on my thighs so that if I bend over, p- people are gonna know how much of a cockslut I am, just for you."

"Yeah? Well, I can tell you this," Jimin says, fingers dancing up your thigh closer to your sick-ridden core. "You are a cockslut. So fucking dirty. Most people come to class to learn but it seems that you come here to get off." He inserts a finger into you and your walls immediately clamp down on it. He moves the digit in and out of you smoothly, your arousal allowing the smoothest of motions. "You like that, baby? Finally having something in that tight cunt of yours?" You nod at his question, adding on "want more, sir."

"Not enough? Greedy little bitch. look at you, so needy. What are you gonna do when I have my cock out, hm?" He shoves a second finger into you and starts curling them into your heat. You arch your back to the ceiling and he hovers over you. For a moment, there’s nothing but the squelch of his fingers in your wet pussy and your panting as he stares into your eyes. Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting his lip - he’s focusing on something.

That "something" becomes apparent when, all of a sudden, you nearly sit upright and let out a loud moan of pleasure, "Fuck, Mr. Park! right there." His fingers continue rubbing that special spot inside you repeatedly and your legs start shaking ever so slightly. You look back at him to see a smug smile on his face. "I found it," he chuckles as you writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss you, lips melding together.

He keeps fingering you, bringing his thumb up to ghost over your clit ever so slightly to provide enough pleasure to bring you close to your orgasm but just not enough to make you cum. You whine against his lips and he breaks the kiss, asking "you want to cum, doll?" to which you weakly nod. "Then fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much of a little slut you are for me. How you’re a cocksleeve for me, so wet and needy as soon as I touch you, so ready for me to fuck you." He stills his digits inside of you and you buck your hips on them, rolling your pelvis repeatedly in an attempt to get to your orgasm. You reach down to provide some stimulation to your clit, but he smacks it away.

"Jim- professor, it’s not enough. I- I need more, please." Tears start welling up in your eyes at the thought of not cumming for the third time. Jimin kisses your temple, the gentle action reminding you that he’s not going to do something you can’t handle. "Please, Mr. Park. I wanna cum," you whine out, hips jerking back and forth in a pathetic attempt to chase after your high.

"Show me then, Y/N. how much you want it. A good girl can show me that she wants it bad enough and will make herself come on my fingers alone. She’s not greedy. She doesn’t need to touch herself too. She just needs my fingers to cum. I know you can be a good girl,  Y/N," he goads. "Can you show me what the pretty little face of yours looks like when you cum? I bet you’ll look so beautiful, even more than you are right now, all fucked out for me."

"Hhngh, sir I- I’m trying," you pant out. "It’s just not enough. I promise I'm a good girl, I swear. Please let me cum. Oh god, I wanna cum." At this point, you’re nearly crying. You haven't ever been edged like this and are desperate for release.

Jimin sees this and purposefully retracts his hand from your cunt covered in your honeyed juices, glistening in the lights of his classroom. "Professor Park, please," you choke out weakly, chest constricting in disappointment. With a soft smile, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off, savoring the flavor of you. 

"Be a good girl for the rest of the day and then I’ll let you cum, baby," he hums. "You promise?" you plead, holding onto his arm desperately. 

"I promise, Y/N," he kisses you gently and you taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue, the filthy action causing your clit to throb even more. Combined with the way your cunt is still clenched tight in preparation for an orgasm that won’t come soon, you can definitely say that you can't wait for the school day to come to an end.

"Go to lunch, doll. I have a meeting soon. Don’t think of me too much, hm? Gotta keep those straight A’s the way they are," Jimin teases, pulling down your skirt slowly, fingers just grazing your thighs. He grabs your panties. "Oh, and I think I'll keep these for now," he says cheekily, putting them in his pocket. "They didn’t seem to be doing their job when you were riding my thigh."

You watch him in shock, cheeks flushing red hot. "I- okay. uh, I’m going to lunch now, Jimin. Have a good lunch and meeting, I guess?" you say awkwardly, shuffling to the door with him, tugging your skirt down. 

"Jimin? We’re on a first-name basis already, Y/N? Don’t let anybody hear you call me that in class, baby," he winks, holding the door open and you nod, preoccupied with the little "situation" your skirt just barely hides. You can feel yourself still leaking down your inner thighs, and pray that nobody’s going to notice when you walk into the dining hall.

"Ugh! Bitch, what took you so long?" Lisa exclaims when you sit down next to her with your lunch. You pout. "I wasn't even gone for that long."

"Ha! That long, my ass. You were gone for more than half of the break! I had to tell Jaebum and his cronies to fuck off on my own! I’m not as intimidating when you’re not around, though, so I don’t think it worked. They’ll probably come over again soon." Lisa rolls her eyes. You snort, "One of them probably likes you, that’s why they keep bothering you."

"They just like any female and will take what they can get," Lisa mutters, "but anyway! How was your meeting with Mr. Park? Did you solve his boner problem?" she wiggles her eyebrows.

You clear your throat. "No, Lisa I did not. I'm obviously above that," you say in a sarcastic tone. "I simply offered to," you tease. Lisa squeals and slaps your arm in response. "But for real though," she says. "Anyone that gets to hook up with mister Park Jimin automatically wins at life," and you hum in agreement.

You scan at the dining hall around you and catch the eye of Jaebum sitting with his friend group. He winks at you and you roll your eyes and stand up, "come on Lisa, let’s go. Those assholes are going to come over any second if we stay here any longer." You drag her to your guys’ next class.

The bell rings and the two of you burst out of the classroom. Thank god that’s over. Only one more class left, you think to yourself, gripping your books tighter to your chest in excitement.

"Jesus fuck, since when were you this eager to get to the last class of the day, Y/N? I thought you loved staying in school for as long as possible," Lisa huffs out. You steer her into the direction of your locker, right across from Jimin’s classroom. 

"I'm picking up my books, you dummy. Be grateful I paid for this locker because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to put your books here." You put in the code and exchange your books while Lisa checks herself in the magnetic mirror attached to the door. you have to be careful when bending over because otherwise you’ll flash the entire school, so you do a weird sit-squat thing. "Geeking out over lockers? You act as if you’re still in high school, Y/N," Lisa teases. "Only during the school day," you wink up at her.

Lisa spots someone through the reflection of the mirror and groans out. "Incoming," she warns, rolling her eyes and turning around. "Wha-" you begin when you get cut off by a smooth voice behind you.

"Damn, L/N. didn’t know you wore skirts this short on campus. Looks good on you," the guy winks. "But it would look even better on my bedroom floor." You hold back a gag and turn to Lisa, raising your eyebrows in exasperation. 

"Wow, I see the originality," Lisa says in the most sickeningly sweet voice. "What do you want, Jaebum?" He chuckles and places an arm over your head, leaning over you. "Well, I’m having a party tonight, and it would be amazing if you two little ladies could attend. Be mine and Jackson’s plus one?" he says. You’re about to say no when he leans in closer to you, inches away from your face, "plus you can get the high-quality drinks for free, not the cheap booze we leave out for the randos who show up."

"You’re probably gonna drug them or something. No thanks, dickwad." you huff out after a second’s hesitation, pushing him away, ready to go to your next class. "Nah, baby. I may be a fuckboy but at least I've got morals. Whaddya say? You get me off, I get you off? Maybe make you cum so many times it starts hurting? You look like you haven’t been able to get an orgasm in a while, you’re so uptight, L/N," Jaebum smirks. 

"You fuckin-" you start to hiss out but you’re shut off again. This time it’s by someone different. Jimin. "Mr. Lim, I don’t think it’s necessarily appropriate to discuss your sexual endeavors while in an academic setting. I’ll be letting you off with a warning for now." He turns to you, eyes flitting across your DIY skimpy outfit. You feel your cunt leak more of your honeyed juices under his piercing gaze and clamp your thighs together to keep them from dripping down your thighs. "And Ms. L/N, I expected better from you. You’re not typically one to do these things in a school environment. Get to class, the two of you," he says, turning back to his classroom.

"Oh," he adds, "and Y/N. fix your outfit. I would hate to see you get dress coded by a teacher who isn’t as lenient." You, Lisa, and Jaebum stare at his back in shock as he heads inside his classroom. 

"Well, uh, that just happened," Lisa states, turning to you. "Ready to go?" you nod numbly, mind swirling with embarrassment and excitement as you tug down your skirt. The two of you walk to the last class of the day while Jaebum calls out, "my place after 11, L/N! I’ll be waiting!", making you wince. Great, now a bunch of people are gonna think you’re hooking up with him.

The last bell of the day finally rings, and you head to your locker after bidding Lisa goodbye. You put your books in your locker and head to the bathroom to fix your clothes. You decide to tease Jimin even more by adjusting your skirt so that it ends just at the bottom of your ass. It’s a terribly risky decision; if you walk too fast, you risk flashing everyone. You’ve tried to wipe the slick off the juncture of your thighs, but it keeps getting replaced with more of your arousal.

You speed walk down the halls and fling open the door to see that Jimin isn’t in his classroom - or so you think. Once you take a few steps into the room, you hear the door shut behind you and lock. Jimin looks at you up and down. "You didn’t fix your outfit, Ms. L/N. Looks like I’ll have to dress code you for indecent exposure then," he hums, heading to his desk to take out a slip of paper.

"Wait Jimin, what? I thought we were- um. You know, going to-" you splutter out, realizing he was actually serious. You can’t have this on your academic record! What would your parents think?

"Going to what? Fuck? Seems like you already have someone else for that, Y/N," he shakes his head, grabbing a pen. You reach forward quickly to stop him, hand, gripping his forearm in desperation. 

"No Mr. Park, I- I never told Jaebum yes. I just-" you try to explain, but Jimin cuts you off. "You what?" he asks bitingly, taking you by surprise. "Did you think that you could just come back and hop on my dick after nearly making out with another guy? God, you really are a slut, aren’t you?"

You rub your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the steadily mounting pressure in your core at Jimin’s words. "Look at you, I told you to fix your outfit and you fucking pulled up your skirt. You pulled it up. You don’t listen to me, talk to your friends about how much you want me to rail you, and yet let other guys make plans to hook up with you. And you expect me to let you cum after all of that?" he continues, noticing the effect he has on you. "You really think I should let you cum, Y/N? I'll tell you what I think. I think I should leave you like this, dripping and needy for me. So ready to get fucked by me but not being able to."

Your eyes widen, "no, please professor, no!" 

"Should I jack off in front of you and not let you touch me? Maybe then would you learn your lesson? Or maybe I should spank your ass till it’s blue you’re unable to sit. Would that work, hm? What if I just send you back to the dorms? You could ask Jaebum to touch you, even if he can’t make you half the mess I can," he continues, pushing you onto his desk. He grabs your jaw and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him, humiliated, with tears in your eyes.

"Aw," he pouts sarcastically, "is the baby crying? Because I didn’t let her cum? Well, princess, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Little cocksluts like you don’t deserve to cum so easily."

"P- professor, please. You can punish me. Teach me a lesson. B- but just please let me cum." You whimper out, attempting to cross your legs together to assuage your aching clit, but Jimin stops you by holding your knee with his other hand.

He slowly trails his hands up your bare thigh, admiring the way your soft skin seems to get chills at his touch. He pushes you back onto the desk and you prop yourself up your elbows to look at him. "Are you a cockslut, Y/N?" he asks, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. 

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I’m nothing but a hole for you to fuck," you whimper meekly as he pushes up your skirt. He pushes apart your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the desk. "Damn right you are. Nothing but a little whore that I can use to get off. I’m going to fuck you here in school like you’ve never been fucked before. And this dick you’ve been thinking about all this time, it’s going to finally be in you, and I better not hear any complaints," Jimin growls, pumping his length in his hand. "No sir," you whimper out.

"You on the pill?" he asks, to which you reply with a yes. He teases your slit with the pink head of his cock and your entrance flutters at the touch. "But on another note, tell me if you want to stop. I don’t want to push you too much."

You smile, "Jimin, you’re being too kind. I promise I'll tell you. But I did say before perhaps you weren’t doing enough. Mr. Park, I want you to ruin me," you bite your lips, mimicking his words from earlier in the day. He cocks his head in amusement. 

"Don’t worry princess, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing." Without warning, he thrusts forward into your heart, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. The girth of his cock stretches open your cunt with painful pleasure. Once he’s sheathed inside you, you can feel him very near your cervix. 

You let out a shaky breath but it’s cut off as he continues thrusting in and out of you, wet slaps echoing through the room. "M- Mr. Park-" you moan incoherently. 

"Fucking take it, Y/N. You wanted me to ruin you? Well here I am doing it; be fucking grateful." he rolls his hips into yours, hands gripping your sides harshly.

"Th- thank you Mr. Park, s- so much," you nearly sob out, almost crying at the relief of being fucked. You’re so turned on that your walls are clenching around Jimin’s dick so hard that he grips your jaw harshly. Gritting his teeth, he spits, "loosen up, babe. You’re so fuckin’ tight." You whine and try to relax but the stimulation Jimin’s providing has your eyes rolling back instead.

He snakes a hand down to your stomach and under your skirt, circling your throbbing clit. Your pussy flutters at the stimulation and you bite your lip harshly. He changes his angle slightly, causing your thighs to start shaking. His precum and your honeyed juices drip out your sopping cunt, the sound of wet slaps echoing around the room.

"Mmmmh," you moan out softly, back arching slightly. You can feel Jimin hitting your g-spot with impeccable accuracy each time. Doubled with the way his thumb is rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, you feel yourself reaching your orgasm. You try to suppress the giveaway signs of your impending release, knowing that Jimin, in order to "teach you a lesson" of sorts, is likely to take it away from you, so you attempt to just breathe out, "Jimin, fuck, it feels so good."

"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he thrusts into you deeper and harder and you bite your upper lip to stop your moans from slipping out. "Come on Y/N, let me hear those pretty little moans. Let everyone else know how well I'm fucking you, how good I make you feel," Jimin urges.

As soon as he utters those words, you give in, letting high pitched whimpers spill from your lips. Your pussy lets out filthy squelching noises at each of his thrusts, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the desk. You feel your walls tightening around his cock and try to fight it off, but Jimin can already tell of your impending orgasm. He pulls out of you, leaving your warm and soaked cunt open to the air.

"Fuck," you exclaim in frustration, bringing your hands up to cover your face so Jimin doesn’t see your face, tears starting to spill down your face. It’s frustrating you so much that he won’t let you cum. That he enjoys seeing you whimpering and teary-eyed for him. Your thighs haven’t stopped shaking and Jimin parts them after you close them. He pulls down your arms and smiles evilly. 

"Well, what do we have here," he exclaims, "looks like the baby finally did start crying. Come on, Y/N, I thought you had it in you. But look at how you’re spread out on this desk for me, such a fucking mess. I bet you like it, huh? Dirtying up my desk with that cunt of yours."

"I need to cum, Mr. Park," you choke out, trying to gather your thoughts. "I need to cum now." your teacher’s eyes narrow and he grips your thighs harshly. "What did you say to me?" he asks, a tone laced with dangerous amusement. 

"You heard me. I-," you hesitate for a moment, but decide you’ve already put yourself through enough teasing today. You muster up your courage before saying, "I want you to make me cum now." 

There’s a moment’s silence before you add on shamelessly, "o- or if it’s too much to ask of you, I- I’ll just find someone else to help me do it. Maybe Jaebum? He promised a good time a- and said he would let me cum as many times as I want."

Jimin grabs you by the chin and pulls you up. "You’re such a fucking brat, Y/N." Shifting his hand so it’s gripping your throat, he mutters, "you don’t fucking learn, do you? I thought you were smart, hm? But has the need for sex made you lose your sense? Made you turn into a dumb little bitch, ready to bend over for anyone because you’re so horny? And here I was thinking you were better than that. That you had standards. Perhaps I was wrong, hm? Would you like to tell me?"

You try to look down, away from his piercing glare, but he turns your chin to look back at him. Humiliation courses through your veins as Jimin’s gaze wanders down your body scathingly. "Look at you," he coos sarcastically. "Y/N, baby, you’re such a fucking mess. Pathetic." Suddenly, he lifts you off the desk and bends you over it, cheek pressing the top and ass exposed over the edge to him. You whimper at the feeling of your shirt being stickied from your arousal left on the table from just a few minutes ago. You try moving away from it, but Jimin holds you in place. 

"Are you afraid that everyone else is going to see the mess on your shirt, Y/N? Is that why you’re trying to move?" he hovers over you from behind. "Or perhaps," he continues, hot breath tickling over the shell of your ear, "you want to continue being a brat. Make me punish you until you’re begging for me to make it stop."

He spanks you, the sound echoing across the room before you register the sting of his action. You clench involuntarily and let out the slightest of whimpers. "Fucking hell, are you this turned on? Making noises even if I don’t touch your filthy little pussy?" he asks, smacking your behind again. You bite down on your lip to avoid giving him the answer he already knows.

"Count for me. Be good and maybe I’ll finally let you cum." he commands, spanking your right ass cheek again. "O- one!" you groan. He spanks your left side, the stinging sensation causing you to leak more arousal. "Louder, Y/N. Let me hear you," he hisses, hand in your hair, and pulls you up slightly. "T- two," you stammer. another slap echoes across the room. "Three! God Mr. Park, please." At this point, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for; your mind is numb with lust.

"T- twenty! Agh, fuck, please," you squirm under Jimins grasp. The throbbing of your clit has increased tenfold, and you can practically feel the shaking of your thighs through the desk. 

Jimin slips his hand between your legs, feeling the soft flesh of your inner thighs slicked with your juices. "You’re fucking dripping, Y/N. Look at you. Did getting punished turn you on this much, doll?" He swipes up your slit, teasing your fluttering hole. You scrunch your eyes in displeasure and try to back up into him, only to be stopped by a harsh smack onto your already throbbing cunt. You yelp and flop back on the desk, cheek pressing the surface.

You feel him rubbing his dick against your folds and sigh in relief. Suddenly, Jimin slams into you from behind with no warning causing you to let out a harsh groan. "Ah, professor!" you exclaim, balling your fists in pleasure at finally being stimulated. His cock seems even bigger from this angle, and your entrance stings delectably at the way he splits you open.

"You feel how tight your pussy is, princess? How tight it is for me? Nobody else makes you feel this needy. Nobody," Jimin mutters in your ear after pulling you up. He pulls your head back by your hair, exposing your neck, which he plants wet kisses on. He reaches down in front of you, tracing an achingly slow path from your stomach to your slit with his fingers. You’re reaching your orgasm at an embarrassingly fast rate due to all of the edging you’re been through, so when Jimin finally brushes over your clit, it’s no surprise that your walls tighten even more instantaneously.

"Ji- ‘m gonna cum," you moan wantonly. "Yeah? Is my little slut finally going to cum?" He hisses out at the way you tighten around him. You nod desperately, gripping his arm rubbing figure eights over your sensitive bud. 

"Oh god, Jimin, I feel it coming. Please please please let me cum. I'm being good for you, Mr. Park, please let me cum," you sob out incoherently as Jimin continues railing you from behind. You feel the ridges of his cock brushing your walls and shudder at his ministrations.

"Let go, princess, I got you. Cum for me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel," Jimin snarls, snapping his hips into yours, eager to get you to finally melt in his arms. You feel your orgasm crashing over you and you clamp down on his dick, legs shaking in relief. Jimin's grip on your hair tightens as he feels you pulsing around him, getting impossibly tight. Nevertheless, he continues thrusting into you. 

You mewl, trying to shift away from Jimin's hold as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing figure eights into them, "J- too m- much," you whimper out, straining against his arms.

"Yeah?" his smooth voice asks, "but I thought you wanted to cum, princess? Didn't you? I need to cum, Mr. Park. I need to cum now." He mocks you. “Well, that's what I'm doing doll. I'm. Making. You. Cum," he emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust, jolting you forward.

You're being reduced to a mess, tears streaming down your face and slick dripping down your thighs. You can feel your gummy walls tightening more and more on their own accord, without even trying. Without even realizing it, you've changed from trying to move away from Jimin's fingers to grinding down on his dick.

Jimin, however, notices this. "God, you're such a slut, Y/N. Weren't you just asking me to stop?" He raises your left leg onto the desk, allowing him to have more access to your folds. He slaps your clit when you don’t give a response and you yelp, clenching down on his dick. He slaps you a couple more times, and your cunt drips even more, making your thighs sticky with your honeyed juices. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm once again from his motions.  

Suddenly, Jimin pushes you back on his desk and begins hammering into you from behind. "You're going to cum again, aren't you? Filthy little girl, didn't you just cum? Are you really that needy for some dick?" You try to hold back a whimper from his words but it slips from your lips. "You're really a whore, aren't you, baby?" 

In response, Jimin spanks you, and you yelp. "Keep doing that," he hisses when you clench down on his dick. "You like being punished, don't you?" You nod meekly in response. He smacks your already reddened ass again and you hiss at the stinging sensation. Paired with the pleasure his cock is giving you, thrusting so deep into you, you can feel yourself practically getting high off the feeling.

Jimin feels you cumming before you realize it yourself. His hips nearly stutter at the way your walls have clenched around his dick. He opts to rut his hips into yours, no longer being able to thrust in and out due to how tight you are. He reaches under your body to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit and you start cumming again, clenching erratically around his dick. "You cumming, Y/N? Be a good girl and let go for me. Get this fat cock all wet," he commands. You ball up your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pleasure coursing through your veins. Riding the course of your high, you wish for nothing more but to be in the moment. 

When you come down from your orgasm, Jimin finally pulls his hard dick out of you. You feel his precum and your cum drip down your thighs. Whining, you rub them together to get rid of the feeling but it only serves to make you stickier. Jimin parts your thighs and runs a hand up them to cup your pussy, pausing to feel your cunt still clenching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He smacks your abused heat, jolting you forwards and causing you to grit your teeth in overstimulation. 

He flips you over, spreading your legs open. He leans over you, rubbing the tip of his dick over your swollen and throbbing clit, making you shiver. "Prof- professor, I can’t-" you begin but are interrupted my Jimin quickly shoving into you. Gasping, you clench down onto his dick, eyes rolling back into your head.

"You can, Y/N, and you fucking will," he grunts harshly, snapping his hips into yours. You grasp at his arm after feeling him in you deeper than before. The head of his cock nearly kisses your cervix and his impossibly hard dick stretches your tight cunt open even more, making you wince at the pleasurable pain.

"I- oh god, I really can’t. It feels-" you choke out through your tears. "It feels too- oh!" your head rolls back as Jimin hooks your legs over his shoulders, creating a new angle of penetration. He rubs your clit ever so slightly, the abused bundle of nerves pulsing under his touch. "It feels too what?" he hisses, rolling his hips upward so that his tip just barely grazes your g-spot. Too good, you want to say, but pleasure is clouding your mind and you can’t get the words out.

"That’s it, baby," he hums, "taking my fat cock so well even though you’re so- shit, you’re so fucking tight. Are you gonna cum again, hm? Cream all over my dick and make another mess?" you’re being reduced to a blathering mess, Jimin’s name rolling off the tip of your tongue. "Yeah? Can’t even hold it back a little? Even though I let you cum so many times, you still want more? Greedy little bitch," he spits at you.

When you clench down at his words, he starts pistoning his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing around the room. His cock seems to be splitting you open even more, and you can feel every pulse of his dick on your walls. "Fuck, Y/N. I’m going to cum," he groans.

"I- I’m close too, Mr. Park. It- fuck, it feels really good," you breathe out as Jimin leans down over you. He slows his hips down, opting to roll his hips smoothly and brushing over your g-spot with painful accuracy. Hovering over you, his stare bores into yours, eyes flitting down to your lips, reddened and swollen from you biting them. You whimper and tilt your chin up towards him and he leans his head down to yours.

He lets his lips ghost over yours, warm breath brushing over your lips as his hips grind into yours. "P- please," you beg, and Jimin finally relents and melds his lips to yours, bringing the two of you into a searing kiss, groaning as you near each of your highs. You break the kiss to gasp out, "I’m c- cumming again Mr. Park."

"Yeah?" he breathes surprisedly, "your little pussy’s that sensitive that you’re gonna- fuck, you’re cumming already? So quickly?" he leans down as your orgasm washes over you, this one hitting you slowly and harshly. You arch your back into Jimin’s chest, hands gripping at the collar of his shirt. His thumb continues to gently rub over your clit, causing you to roll your eyes back into your head at the overstimulation. You start shaking underneath him, squirming to get away from the overload of senses, but he holds you in place as you ride your high for what seems to be like an eternity.

"That's a good girl," he soothes as you continue to writhe underneath him. "Look at you, stuffed so full of my cock it’s making you cry. Does that feel good, darling?" you nod, sobbing. When your orgasm starts to fade away, spots of white dotting your vision, he still doesn’t stop thrusting into you. 

You bite your lip, and seeing that he’s close, you whisper, "M- Mr. Park, I want you t- to cum too. I- in me." His hips stutter at your words. "Shit, yeah? You’d let me do that?" 

You nod, "want you to fill me up w- with your cum and s- stuff me so full of it that it’s gonna be in me for days. And I wanna fe- fuck, I wanna feel you in me even when I’m alone, professor." At your words, Jimin lets out a slightly animalistic growl and leans in. "You’d like that, huh?" he asks. "Me fucking you so well till you can’t think straight? Putting my cum in you so that when you walk out of here, it’s dripping down your pretty little thighs, making you look like the filthy little slut you really are? You think you deserve that?"

"Please, sir, I really want it," you beg, "please." With that, Jimin attaches his lips onto yours again, grinding his hips into yours even deeper as he finally orgasms. He doesn’t stutter his hips as he continues his ministrations, even though he can feel your walls desperately squeezing around him, milking his cock of its seed. You feel the thick ropes of his warm cum painting your inner walls every second. Each time he pulls out slightly, a bit of it leaks out of your cunt, dripping down your ass onto his desk. He continues fucking his cum into you until he’s satisfied with the way you’re shivering under him.

For a moment, all is still, nothing but the sound of the two of your breathing filling the air as you stare into each other’s eyes. "Um-," you begin, and Jimin quickly looks away, brushing his thumb over his plump lips. So that just happened. I fucked my teacher. I fucked Park Jimin.

"Wait here," he mutters, making your heart drop in disappointment. You nod, offering him a weak smile. Seeing this, Jimin reassures you, "don’t worry, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right back," and cautiously steps out of the room after clothing himself.

You take this moment to recollect what exactly happened. Okay, so you just fucked your teacher. It still hasn’t sunk in yet, and probably won’t till you leave to clean yourself and look at the marks he’s made on your thighs and ass. You can’t help the giddiness you feel, like a kid who got the best candy bar in the world. After all, you got to hook up with your crush - in fact, the entire campus’s crush. The door creaks open and Jimin returns with some paper towels and wipes.

"H- hey," he smiles nervously. For the first time, he’s the one that’s stuttering. "Let me clean you up. It’s the least I could do after putting you through so much today." He spreads your legs gently, cheeks flushed, and begins wiping off the slick and cum between your thighs. 

"Jimin, you didn’t do anything bad, calm down. Well, I mean you fucked your student? But other than that you’re fine. I really liked it," you try to explain, stumbling over your words. He looks at you incredulously, but shakes his head, smiling. "I don't want to tell anyone about this," you continue, "and I highly doubt you will, so this can stay as our little secret." 

"Well looks like someone got fucked a little too happy. How come you never smile this much when I’m teaching, hm?" Jimin jokes after he finishes cleaning you up, kissing your knee gently. He hands you your thong that he’s kept for half the day and tells you to put it on. 

"You’re still going to the party, right? Jaebum’s?" he asks and you shrug. "You should go. Have a fun time there, drinking and all that stuff." He leans into you, whispering into your ear, "and if that rascal wants to get into your pants, he’s going to see your soaked panties covering up that precious little cunt of yours stuffed with all that cum of mine. Maybe then he’ll finally back off," he smirks.

You blush, "maybe, Mr. Park. You know, you’re pettier than I thought you’d be." Standing up, to face him, he pulls you in by the waist till your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans in, whispering, "well, Y/N, I don’t think you knew too much about me in the first place." Closing the gap between the two of you, you give him a peck on the lips, which quickly turns into a more heated kiss, lips melding together and tongues colliding. When you break apart, a faint blush on the two of your cheeks, Jimin smiles fondly at you and you look away.

"Well," you hum contentedly, "if I don’t know much about you now, I’d at least like to get to know you better in the future." 

"One day," he breathes out. "One day."

Your grin, disentangling yourself from his arms. "One day soon, I hope. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you next class. Goodbye prof- Jimin. Have a great weekend."

He smiles softly, walking you to the door. "You too, Y/N. If you do end up going to that party, have fun. Stay safe."

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Promotion | Ransom Drysdale

You get a promotion at work but the celebration doesn't go exactly as planned. Ransom has the perfect way to make it up to you.

Warnings: smut, swearing, ransom being ransom but then soft!ransom

Everyone knew that Ransom Drysdale was an asshole. He was mean, sarcastic and blunt to almost everyone he met. But not with you. Sure, he had his moments but for the most part the Ransom Drysdale you knew, your Ransom, was kind, caring and attentive. He made you smile when you were sad. He would always rest his hand on your thigh when the two of you would take drives in his Beemer. And if you asked extra nicely, he would sometimes share his secret talent of playing the piano for you. To you, Ransom was the perfect gentleman.

Except for tonight.

“You’re being a fucking bitch right now, Y/N.” He snapped as he threw his coat over the chair in the corner of your shared room.

“Oh I’m being a bitch because I don’t want you flirting with the goddamn waitress right in front of me?”

He rolled his eyes as he unhooked his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves. “You caused a scene.”

You let out a humorless laugh as you attempted-and failed-to unzip your dress.

“A scene? Ransom, I very nicely asked her to back off. You think that was a scene? I could have given you a whole Broadway musical if I wanted to.” You hissed, cursing as you still struggled with the dress.

Ransom grumbled as he stomped over to you and unzipped the stubborn zipper. You didn’t even bother to say thank you as you yanked off the dress and threw it on the floor. You could feel the tears welling up, but you refused to let them fall. Tonight was supposed to be special. You had just gotten a promotion at work. One that you had been working your ass off for the last three months. And now the whole night was marred by an argument that didn’t need to happen.

“God, you are so insecure. It was nothing.” Ransom’s glare was heated as he took in the deep maroon lingerie set you had underneath.

“Why are you being such a dick?” You spun around, angrily wiping away the few tears that fell. “You ruined tonight for me.”

“You ruined it yourself, sweetheart. Grow up.” He snapped. He gave you one last look before walking into the closet and changing into a pair of joggers and a crew neck.

You stood there in utter disbelief. Ransom was never like this with you in the last two years that you had been with him. Had everything before this just been an act?

Ransom completely ignored you as he moved about the room getting ready for bed.

“I can’t believe you.” You muttered. Slowly you began getting ready for bed yourself. You walked into the closet and took off the lingerie, your tears falling as you did so. You carefully set it back in the beautiful box it came in and shoved it to the back of your stuff. You threw on a pair of shorts and one of Ransom’s old hoodies, his scent wrapping you in the hug that he sure as hell wasn’t going to give you.

When you walked out he was already in bed, his reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose which was buried in a book. Silently you walked past him and finished your night routine in the bathroom. When you finished brushing your teeth and washing your face you looked in the mirror and winced. You looked exactly how you felt: tired and sad. Your eyes were puffy and red and your cheeks stained with tear trails. You splashed some cold water on your face hoping it would help but it didn’t do much.

Ransom was in the same position when you exited the bathroom. You walked over to your side of the bed but didn’t get in.

“What are you doing?” His voice was still sharp as he let out a sigh and set his book down on his lap.

Your eyes snapped to his and you just shook your head. You grabbed your phone and the glass of water that was on your nightstand.

“I’m sleeping in the guest room.”

“Now you’re really being dramatic.” He laughed. “So just calm down and get in bed."

“Do not talk to me like that, Hugh.” Ransom’s eyes widened slightly at the use of his first name. “I love you but you have been nothing but terrible to me tonight. And I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you that you can’t let one night be about me and my achievements, but I’m so done with it. So I’m going to the guest room because honestly the thought of laying next to you right now is the last thing I want to do.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond as you stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Your hand was shaking as you took it from the door. For a moment you didn’t move, waiting to see if he would come for you. But he didn’t. So you straightened yourself up and walked down the hall to your room for the night.

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You tossed around the bed, unable to find a comfortable sleeping position. You let out a frustrated sigh as you turned on the bedside lamp. Tears of frustration, sadness and tiredness came to the surface once again but this time you didn’t hold them back. You brought your knees to your chest as you cried into them.

“Baby?” You sniffed and looked up to see Ransom slowly opening the door.

“Go away, Ransom.” You mumbled. You could not go another round with him. Not anymore.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.” He ignored your command and walked over slowly before sitting down next to you on the side of the bed. His hand hesitantly reached forward and brushed the hair that had fallen in your face away before using his thumb to wipe your tears.

“Whatever.”

“It’s not whatever. You were right, Y/N. I was being terrible and for no reason.” He tilted your head up so your eyes met his. You could see the genuine regret that shined through his blue orbs.

“You really hurt me tonight, Ran.” You could feel more tears coming.

“I know, baby. I know.” He frowned as he looked down, the shame eating away at him.

“And I’m not insecure in our relationship. Or I wasn’t...If anything you’ve brought me out of my shell. I just-I feel like it’s a normal reaction to be pissed that your boyfriend is flirting with another woman right in front of you.” Your bottom lip trembled as you defended yourself.

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it.” He looked back at you. “Everything I said back there I didn’t mean. And that waitress had nothing on you. I shouldn’t have let her flirt with me like that and I shouldn’t have indulged in it.”

“No you shouldn’t have.” You sighed, looking away.

The both of you were quiet as you sat there, his hand now resting on your knee as he traced small patterns with his fingers. You could feel him watching you but you couldn’t look back at him.

“Come back to bed.” He said finally. “Be mad in the morning, but please come back to bed. Let me hold my girl on her big day.”

You wanted to protest but honestly you couldn’t sleep without him.

“Please.” His voice cracked as he squeezed your knee.

You nodded and he gave you a small smile. He stood up and held out his hand. Taking it, your body relaxed as he intertwined your fingers and pulled you close to him. His other hand dipped behind your neck and brought your lips up to his as he gave you a gentle kiss.

“I love you. And tomorrow is all about you. From start to finish.” He whispered as he pulled away, his nose and yours still touching.

“Okay.” You smiled. He smiled back and turned off the lamp before guiding you back to the room.

Once you both were snuggled into your bed, Ransom pulled you close so his body was hugging yours. He peppered kisses down your neck muttering “I love you” between each one. His hand that was resting on your tummy slowly moved down, rubbing lightly over your covered mound.

“Ransom.” You moaned quietly as you lightly bucked your hips.

“Shh, baby. Let me take care of you. Show you how sorry I am.” He murmured against your neck. He slipped his hand into your shorts and he let out a small chuckle.

“No panties? What happened to that sexy set you had on earlier?” He nipped at your ear. His fingers moved down and to his amusement he felt your juices coat his fingers.

“Mmmm. You gotta earn seeing that set now.” You hummed.

“Touché.” He laughed. He ran his hand over your clit and gave it a light tap. “You’re so wet, baby.”

“Ransom, please!” You pleaded.

“You want my fingers in this pussy, honey?” He shoved his leg between yours, opening you up more as he pushed one finger in. You threw your head back as he tortured you with slow thrusts of his finger.

“It’s not enough!” You whined, your hips desperately moving with his hand.

“You want two?” He smirked, slipping another finger in. His thumb made right circles over your clit. “Or maybe three?”

You let out a loud moan as another finger was added. He stretched you out as he continued whispering dirty things into your ear.

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready for my cock, baby.”

“Look at you, falling apart on my hand like a good girl.”

“Fuck you’re so goddamn tight, princess. Squeezing my fingers like the good little girl you are.”

“Ransom, please. No more teasing.” You whimpered. You turned your head and captured his lips with yours. It was not a pretty kiss; teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance which eventually he won.

“Whatever my baby wants.” He grunted, pulling his fingers out. Your body buzzed with anticipation as Ransom maneuvered your body so you were under him and he was hovering over you. He slid your shorts down your legs and pulled your shirt off, his hands brushing across your nipples as he dragged them down your body. Swiftly he flipped you over so your chest was flush against the mattress, your ass in the air.

“My beautiful, special girl.” He muttered to himself.

“Baby.” You whined impatiently.

“I am so proud of you,” he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance. Leaning down he rubbed the tip of his engorged member through your wetness. “You know that don’t you?”

You didn’t have a chance to respond as he sunk fully into you. You gasped, arching your back and pushing back against his hips. Ransom pulled out just enough to leave the tip in before slamming back into you.

“You feel so good, princess.” He cooed, his thumb brushing over your puckered hole. You let out another whine as his motions remained deep and slow.

“Harder, Ransom. Faster.” Wiggled your butt impatiently.

Ransom growled as leaned forward, his arms entrapping you as his chest laid heavy on your back. The vulgar sound of his cock sliding easily in and out of your warm heat had you nearing your release

“Look at me, baby. I wanna see you when you come.” He moaned out. You turned your head, your lips falling open as you took in his lust blown eyes. Ransom captured your lips in a heated kiss. “Let go for me, honey.”

Your body writhed as you let yourself succumb to the pleasure he was giving you. Ransom raised himself up and continued to fuck you through your orgasm, pulling you to another one.

“Fuck!” Ransom’s hips stuttered as he splayed his hands over your ass. He let out a low groan as he spilled himself inside of you.

Ransom fell to the side of you, pulling you close to his chest. You let out a contented sigh as he ran his fingers up and down your arm.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into the dark room. Even in the dead of night you could feel the intense gaze of his blue eyes.

“I know, Ran. I forgive you.” You kissed his chest, your fingers now toying with the small tufts of chest hair that you loved so much.

“I love you.” He muttered as he gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too. Now get some sleep because we are shopping all day tomorrow.” You teased, knowing full well that a day spent at the shops was the last thing Ransom liked to do.

Instead of a groan, Ransom let out a laugh as he kissed you again. “Can’t wait.”

[domthedevil]

hihi!! may i ask for some sub lucifer? an afab reader always used to top the shit out of lucifer in the devildom, and now that she's gone, pridey mcprideface is being driven up the WALL with horniness. a package ends up on the doorstep of hol on his birthday housing a generously realistic adjustable fleshlight, and lucifer reads the note from her in ecstasy.

he doesn't realize there's an aggressive vibrator or a soggy lubricant function tied to pact magic yet..

Your brain:

I absolutely loved this, yes thank you please comeback again djdkkalc. Its a bit of a quickie and I did change some things but I hope you enjoy!

Sounds Like You Miss Me

Lucifer x afab!MC

Warnings: masturbation, sex toys,

Another long day at work, another long day at home, and another long night without you by his side. Lucifer’s stress was beginning to weigh on his shoulders. He missed the long nights of being dominated by you. The way you made him call you master, or when you teased him too far, he missed letting himself go after a long day. You going back to the human realm made him miserable.

Coming home late one night, he found a neglected Akuzon package sitting by the front door. Sighing, thinking it was something Levi was probably dying to have, the eldest brother picked up the box and made his way to his room. Everyone was already asleep so he’d keep the box in his room for now. Mammon hopefully wouldn’t feel bold enough to steal it while it remained in the eldest’s room.

Throwing his coat and tie to the side, Lucifer sat at his desk with a tired slump. A small buzz in his pocket startled him. Not sure what to expect at this hour, he slowly took out his phone. But his mood instantly improved when he saw a text from you.

“Did you get my gift?”

Gift?

Lucifer grabbed the package he’d brought in and read the shipping label. Addressed to him.

“I’m about to open it.” He messaged you back.

Using a letter opener, he cut the thin tape holding the box closed. Rummaging a moment Lucifer found your “gift”. His breath hitch in his throat as he pulled out a rather intimidating flesh light. Grabbing his DDD he frantically began typing.

“What is this exactly?”

“I had something made for us. I thought maybe my good boy missed me a little.”

“Hmph. Good boy? Never heard of him.”

He smiled as he texted with you. The exchange felt like you were right here with him. Like he was just waiting for you to come home and treat him how he deserves to be treated. What he really missed was holding you. Kissing you softly throughout the day. But soon your texts grew more lewd. You teased him. Telling him how much you missed seeing his face twist when he enters you. Or how he moans extra loud when you nibble a spot juuuust beneath his ear. Lucifer in turn played back.

Not realizing how excited he was getting, Lucifer began eyeing the toy you had sent him. Though a little embarrassing, it was oh so tempting.

“Tell me about this...gift.”

“Well...it’s suppose to feel like me.

You should let me know what you think.”

Your second text made his cock twitch. Putting his phone down, he walked away from his desk a moment, removing his belt and his gloves. Trying to do something other than give in to the gift you shamelessly sent him. What if his brothers had gotten hold of this?

Sitting back down at his desk, the top buttons on his shirt came undone as he rubbed at his chest. He was getting warmer, more curious about this toy that was going to feel like you. Palming at himself through his trousers, Lucifer let out a low moan. Maybe he did miss you more than he thought. Slipping his trousers down, Lucifer stroked at himself slowly. He wondered if you’d been touching yourself too. How much your body missed being wrapped around his cock. Did it miss him as much as he missed being under your command?

A single buzz from his DDD broke his concentration.

“Call me...I’ll teach you how to use it.”

How to use it? Lucifer was smart enough to know how to use a sex toy as basic as this. Picking it up, he admired the soft fleshy end of the sleeve. He licked his lips as he noticed some resemblance. But all it did was make him miss your sweet walls around him. Precariously he pressed his tip against the entrance, letting the texture of the folds on the outside tease his shaft before entering the toy. Immediately his phone rang.

“I told you to call me.” Suddenly the toy slipped from Lucifer’s fingers and sank on his dick. Fully squeezing his entire member. “Do you like your toy?”

Lucifer whined at the sudden, pleasurable sensation. The toy seemed wet and slick inside, making Lucifer’s hips shake.

“Hmph, it’s seems to like me. What is this MC?”

“Like I said...a gift.” Lucifer thought he heard a hint of heavy breathing from you. “You must have really missed me to use a toy like this. How cute.”

“You sent it to me...” his dark chuckle was soon interrupted.

Lucifer’s hips jerked as the toy began to slowly move itself up and down his shaft. He couldn’t believe he fell for some enchanted toy. But it felt amazing. The ridges and smooth cushions inside this toy reminded him of you. The sensation almost too realistic. It’s movements were slow but erratic, almost random.

“Sounds like someone really missed me.” Your small laugh over the phone caught his attention again. His moans had been low and breathy, but as the toy picked up speed his voice groaned and sighed heavier.

“Well...you certainly made an impression here.”

“You mean I tamed you? How cute.”

“Hmph. Don’t be so fooli-hnnng!” The walls in the toy tightened around him. Lucifer went to grab the toy to slow it’s pace, but he was met with a strange but familiar force.

“No touching.”

The sweet bondage of your shared pact kept his hand from moving any further. Forcing his hand to his side as the other was left clinging to the phone. The only part of his body that seemed to be able to move was his hips. A low whine slipped through his gritted teeth.

“Good Boy.”

The toy moved at a merciless pace as you listened to him whimper and moan into the phone. It became moist with precum, helping his cock glide and and out of it easily. Perhaps a lot of precum as he felt extremely wet and warm inside this enchanted toy. Your breathing was labored, Lucifer noticed. You must be touching yourself. He thought about your wet heat sucking him in just like this as he began to reach his limit.

“MC...Im going to come.” He tried to hold back any embarrassing noises as he reached the edge.

“So soon? How pathetic. You’ll have to use this toy to train yourself again. I’ll be back eventually...and you’re going to be in for it.”

“Y-yes MC. I’ll train. Just let me come.”

“Shhh...okay. For being such a good boy you can come for me.”

“Th-thank you.” He mumbled his gratitude despite the burning pride he wished to uphold. The sudden release with your permission took his breath away a moment. He even heard your own breath hitch in your throat. It took a moment to catch his breath. Completely taken back by how quick he came and how fast you were able to get him off.

“Mmmm...I’m glad I put this together. I’ll be honest with you Lucifer. That’s not just an enchanted sex toy...”

“I saw. It was made to feel like you. Very realistic.”

“Actually...it’s an exclusive portal, just for you. Whenever I give you permission, you can fuck me through this. If you earn it that is.”

Lucifer sat dazed a moment. That’s why it felt so good. He’d missed the feeling of you so much he must have underestimated how badly he needed to give himself some release.

“I have to say you have impeccable taste in gift giving.”

“I knew you’d like it....I miss you.”

“...I miss you too.”

[poppythetoppy]

Silly little human, coming into this forbidden forest! Didn't you read the big ol' sign that CLEARLY says this place is dangerous? I mean I'm not complaining. We haven't had fun in so long, right girls?

You can see how excited they are. Don't worry about those two though, they're much nicer than I am.

Of course I'm laughing at you! Do you think I'm going to listen to some brainless humans begging?

Girls, are you hearing this? They're laughing at you too.

Although... I'm more curious to see how you'll laugh.

The forest is full of dangerous creatures. You're actually lucky you ran into us fairies! All we want is your sweet laughter, to watch you wiggle around in your restraints and beg us to let you go. Maybe after this, you'll learn to never enter this forest again, hmmm?

Or maybe you'll love it so much you'll come back to us for another torment.

Y'see, we all have our favorite spots. Aria thinks toes are so much fun to play with. Go ahead, you can start taking their shoes off--Oh! Look, they're trying to kick! Silly, silly human.

Garnet is more of a squeezer. Hey, you should show them what I mean.

Of COURSE, they're going to tickle you in both places at the same time. This isn't about you, this is about us having fun! I can already tell you're going to be a fun one to have aaaaallll to ourselves for as long as we like.

Your poor tummy, getting squeezed like that. How does it feel when you can't move?

Too busy trying to not laugh, how boring. Every human we've come across tries to do that and fails. I'm going slip riiiiight into your sleeves so I can get under your arms... mmmm, delicious. So many sensations, six pairs of small, quick, feminine hands to test as many spots as we like.

By the end, you'll sure wish you'd have heeded that sign.

[jilytho]

strangers in a bar

Happy Jilytober!!!! "speaking of mothers, fancy becoming one?" cocky James meets Lily in a bar

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Longest day of work. Followed by the longest train ride. Followed by pushing through a throng of thousands of people seemingly with all the time in the world when she was already twenty five minutes late to meet Mary for a drink. All topped off with a venmo and message from Mary right as she was finally sitting down on a barstool ordering her wine.

Sorry love, just got a massive order, going to be here all night. Have a glass of vino on me!

Lily rejected the venmo immediately, of course. Mary’s bakery had just got off the ground and Lily knew how important orders were for her at that stage and there was no need to take her money. She’d drink her wine and get home in time for Bake Off reruns, not a bad day all in all. She signaled the bartender to close out her tab afterall and opened up Bumble. If she was going to sit here alone, might as well swipe on some potential matches.

“He’s a loser.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“He’s a loser.” the man repeated, shifting fully to face her, leaning his side against the bar. She hadn’t noticed him before but he must have been sitting somewhere along the bar.

“Who is?”

His glass was empty and even as his body was turned towards hers, his eyes remained focused on the bartender, signaling towards his glass and nodding towards her near empty one as well. It wasn’t until the bartender had nodded back to him and begun to grab bottles that he turned to look into her eyes. Dark hazel, thick tortoise frames, tousled hair, beautifully chiseled jaw.

“Whatever sorry tosser left you sitting here on a barstool all by your lonesome.”

“What exactly makes you think I’m here because of a boy? Can’t a girl just go get a drink by herself?” she wrapped her fingers around the newly filled wine glass and avoided eye contact, taking a sip.

“I’ll make you forget his name”

She spluttered into her drink and looked at him incredulously but he held her gaze steadfast, unwaveringly confident.

“You’re pretty presumptuous, aren’t you?”

“I prefer the term confident.”

“Mmmm a narcissist's favorite excuse.”

“You know what they say about narcissists,”

“That they’ll never love another more than they love themselves?”

He scoffed, “Sure, or that it typically doesn’t come unearned.”

“Not only is that literally not a saying but what I have heard is that lying to yourself can be even worse than narcissism. Causes premature wrinkles.”

“Please, look at us. Barely a wrinkle between the pair.”

“That’s because I’m honest. Never told a lie.”

“Now is that so?”

“Yep.” She punctuated the p sharply, smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she leaned back in her chair.

“So now if I were to ask if you were attracted to me, you’d have no choice but to tell me the truth,” he leaned in closer, eyes sparkling down at her.

“Now see, I don’t lie,” she dropped her voice to a whisper and leaned in closer, “but my mother also taught me that if I don’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all. So perhaps it’s better if I bite my tongue on that one.”

He laughed earnestly, warmly, head thrown back in a way that filled her with immediate satisfaction, warmth spreading across her chest.

“Wow. Beautiful, clever, and cruel. You really were made for me, weren’t you? C’mon now, loosen that quick tongue for just a second. Tell me what you really think.”

She leaned back in her chair and made a show of looking him up and down, eyes slowly trailing his entire figure. He practically loomed over her as he remained standing, leaning closer and closer down over her seated figure. And damn if he wasn’t ridiculously fit. And exactly her type. Dark blue button down tight across his shoulders, sleeves sinfully rolled up to his elbows, seamlessly pressed grey trousers.

“Well, if I were to speak purely objectively,” he leaned in closer and nodded.

“You’re pretty fit.” His entire face lit up, pleased and smug, whole body shifting slightly closer to her as she leaned in closer. “Shame about the personality, though. Really ruins the whole vibe.”

He threw his hands over his heart and winced, “You wound me, deeply.”

“You asked! Don’t ask for the truth if you can’t take it, another lesson from my mother.”

“Well you can blame my mother for my inability to take criticism. While yours taught you sensible things like to only say the nicest and most truthful and deeply hurtful things, mine taught me that I had invented and then hung the moon and therefore the rest of the world existed because and for me.”

“Poor woman, she must have been deluded early on. A face only a mother could love and what not.”

“Prefer to think it’s the ‘what not’ part of it all. Speaking of mothers, fancy becoming one?”

She choked on her drink. He patted halfheartedly in between her shoulders - and no she did not notice how his hand was so big it spanned practically completely across her shoulders and why is that even attractive? - and passed her a napkin.

“I don’t mean tonight, of course, if that’s what you’ve stopped breathing over,” his pats turned to a light rub along her back. “I just thought maybe you’d like some additional practice.”

Her eyes narrowed as she regained control over her breathing and she twisted in her chair, forcing his hand to drop off her back, immediately missing the contact.

“I don’t go home with presumptuous and cocky boys.” Her words were biting, although traitorous butterflies were still running rampant in her stomach from their brief point of contact.

“Well, do you go to dinner with them?” His tone turned polite, mild even, as if they were discussing the weather and he hadn’t just offered to father a child with her. “Or maybe lunch or coffee? Coffee might be more the cocky guy from the bar date but really I’m partial to dinner.”

“Are you pleased with this turn of conversation?” she spat through gritted teeth, “Seriously, are you happy with how you’ve handled this?”

“I’m talking to you so I’m happy. And I’m happy I said whatever I said that gave you this lovely flush you have now,” his finger traced up from her neck to brush her cheek lightly as if tracing the blush, sending tingles shooting down her spine.

He caught her eye and her mouth went dry. Deep hazel, flickered with gold, filled with something that looked eerily close to hunger.

“I’m James, by the way. I feel like we might be on a first name basis now that I’ve asked you to join me for essentially every kind of meal.”

“Charmed, really,” she waved two fingers towards the bartender until he nodded in acknowledgement and moved to pour her another drink and ignored the traitorous conscience in the back of her brain screaming that she was only meant to be here for one.

“This is usually when you’d tell me your name, if you’re new to this,” he had leaned down to whisper the words in her ears, hot breath on her ear, one inch closer and his lips would be on her.

She chewed on her lip momentarily, hearing Mary’s voice screaming louder and louder in her head about letting loose as it spoke over the whispering voice of her mother reminding her that this was a strange man.

“Evans. Lily Evans,” she spoke into her drink and took a deep swig.

“Evans. I like it.”

She scoffed at him, eyes narrowing in on him instantly, “so glad you approve.”

“I do, really. Lily Evans. Rolls off the tongue, truly. But you know what might sound even better?”

He sat down on the barstool next to her now - finally, a voice in her head whispered as they were now perfectly aligned eye to eye - and tugged it closer to sit closer to her own. She tilted her head slightly, silently requesting he continue.

“Potter. Lily Potter.”

Her eyes narrowed instantly, “and I suppose Potter is what, the name of a good friend of yours?”

“I do consider my father a good friend so yes, I suppose in a way.”

“Dinner, a child, marriage. You’re really willing to commit to living a full life with a random girl in a bar. For all you know I could be a murderer. A serial killer. A lying, nefarious, arsonist with a family in three different counties wreaking havoc and crime along the countryside.” His eyes never wavered from hers as she ranted, crinkling in the corners, drinking her in and practically sparkling.

“What can I say, Miss. Evans, I trust my gut. And my gut says that if you truly are a lying, nefarious, philandering woman with likely multiple warrants out for her arrest, well then I guess I’ll be the Clyde to your Bonnie.”

Their heads were barely two inches apart, she could feel the warmth of his breath as his hand ghosted along to cover her own that rested on the bartop.

“Alright then, Clyde.” The words came out as a faint whisper, “You’ll probably be needing my number then. To organize our crime spree and what not.”

His grin overtook his face, eyes somehow turning more beautiful as they sparkled at her, “and what not, yes I think that’s for the best.”

She turned away from him and reached into her purse fishing out a pen, not allowing herself to think through her actions or words for another second, lest she hesitate. She scribbled her number on a paper coaster and stood up before turning to look at him, just barely taller than him for the first time that night. He sat there, perfectly patient, quieter than he had been all night.

She passed the coaster to him wordlessly, a fresh blush flaming up the back of her neck as his hand brushed hers to take the coaster and held her hand, not letting her pull back just yet. “It’s been a pleasure, Bonnie.”

“Likewise, Clyde.”

She squeezed his hand once before slipping away and out the door without another look, knowing that just seeing his face again would make her go back and go home with him that night instead of waiting for his call.

She had walked two doors down from the bar when her phone began to vibrate in her purse. She fished it out and pressed it against her ear while hailing a cab, assuming it was Mary checking in.

“Hello?”

“Go to dinner with me tomorrow night, Bonnie.” She almost dropped her phone in surprise at the deep voice that was decidedly not Mary.

“Don’t know,” She croaked out, “I thought coffee was the more appropriate meal for a cocky stranger in a bar.”

He chuckled lightly, “Maybe. But we’re not really strangers anymore are we? I even know your name now.”

“Alright then,” she breathed out as a cab pulled up, “dinner it is. It’s a date.”

She hung up without hearing his reply, swinging herself into the cab. She looked down at her phone’s call log, considering saving his contact when a Bumble alert came through with a match.

She didn’t hesitate, without looking at the match she deleted the app entirely.